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The Wrong Hole

Late one evening, airham was walking towards virtual magic kingdom, tired from a long day spent dabbing with BlueSorcerer. airham sighed, exhausted but unwilling to sleep. Recently his nights had been filled with vivid dreams of skullfucking fishfrog, stroking his gorgeous scrotum with his tonsils. Mmm, thinking about fishfrog was having an immediate effect on airham's anatomy. He loosened his clothes to stroke lightly at his tonsils, and was just starting to enjoy it when BlueSorcerer came suddenly into sight. Thinking fast, airham ducked silently a manhole

As BlueSorcerer went on his way, airham paused to look around and realised that he wasn't alone. fishfrog was there beside him. He was about to speak, when he realised that fishfrog hadn't noticed his arrival. For good reason! fishfrog was sprawled half naked at airham's feet, groaning as though engaged in a bout of penetrating and rubbing his scrotum vigorously. airham blushed and waited for fishfrog to finish, not quite resisting the urge to touch his own scrotum in sympathy. Finally fishfrog's back arched and he climaxed loudly, crying out 'airham!' airham coughed.

'What are you doing here?' fishfrog said.

'I was just passing.' airham replied with an unconvincing smile.

'Oh well, I suppose you had to find out eventually.'

'Find out what?'

'That ever since we met I've been dashing in here to play with my scrotum and pretend you were doing it.' fishfrog sighed, but didn't look too upset, perhaps because he'd spotted airham plucking thoughtfully at his own scrotum. airham felt suddenly bold.

'Touching your own scrotum is nice,' he said, 'but wouldn't you rather rub it against my tonsils?' fishfrog's eyes grew huge.

'Of course, but I thought you wouldn't be interested.'

'What made you think that?'

'I've seen the nude photomanips of Retroh that you keep your cabin.'

'Oh, that. No, I made them for BlueSorcerer so he'd have something to do other than dabbing with me.'

'What's wrong with dabbing?'

'Nothing, I'd just rather have a night of skullfucking with you.'

Meanwhile . . .

. . . morgan was hanging around the internet when she heard a sudden cry from the direction of virtual magic kingdom. Snapping immediately to alertness, she leapt up and dashed towards the sound. It sounded as though fishfrog was in serious danger! Within seconds, she'd almost reached the source of the cries. She dashed forward only to reel back at the sight of airham and fishfrog naked in front of her. airham was sprawled over fishfrog, trying to pull some sort of stethoscope out of his peehole!

'What's going on?' she said, shocked.

airham looked worried.

'This was skullfucking fishfrog,' he said, 'when he asked me to use the stethoscope on him. I did, but then it got stuck.'

'It didn't mean stick it into my peehole, fishfrog complained, 'it's supposed to be used on your ear canal.' airham tried to pull the stethoscope out again, and fishfrog groaned and kicked him.

morgan looked down at the struggling men. She felt slightly jealous. After all, she'd often wanted to try a little skullfucking with airham herself. Still, fishfrog looked so helpless with the abused stethoscope sticking out of his peehole that she couldn't remain angry for long.

'Perhaps I should help,' she offered 'After all, it can't stay there forever.' airham looked up at her with a combination of embarassment and gratitude..

'I'll hold fishfrog by the naval while you grab hold of the stethoscope.'

Nodding, morgan knelt and took hold of the stethoscope. It was slightly warm, as though airham had been using it on his tonsils.

'Pull!' airham shouted.

'Ouch!' fishfrog cried as the stethoscope came out with a loud sploop.

'Thankyou morgan,' airham and fishfrog both said at once.

'No problem,' morgan said with a grin. 'Would you mind if I kept the stethoscope as a souvenir?'

'Yes, I would,' fishfrog said. 'I'm using it on airham tomorrow.'

'Ah well,' morgan said, regretfully. She gave a last saucy wink to airham and headed off in the direction of the internet. She'd be thinking about airham and the warm stethoscope for a long time to come. The End

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Yeti x Gater Waiter

We don’t write the fics, man, we just post em. We’d love to see this done, though. 

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The Sword in My ###: A RainbowPanda Story

It was a calm and quiet night in the Virtual Magic Kingdom. All the public rooms were empty - that is, all but one. Two lonesome souls occupied the Fantasyland Courtyard, waiting in silence in hopes that a third person would join them for BB8-hunting. RainbowPanda sat on the heart-shaped chair in front of PPR, while Airham stood staunchly in the middle of the room. 

After ten, but what felt like thirty, uncomfortable minutes, a savior arrived. Fishfrog, in all his glory, appeared. “Finally,” proclaimed RainbowPanda, hoping off of her chair as soon as BB8 appeared. Fishfrog stood in the doorway a while, letting Panda and Airham catch BB8s. He observed the way Panda’s hips swayed as she chased the small, round droid; there was a rhythm to her movement, an almost hypnotic motion.

Fishfrog’s trance was broken when a shrill cry rang though the air. “That’s not fair!” exclaimed Panda, referring to the fact that Airham had been catching all the BB8s. “lel dab,” replied Airham, not giving the slightest fuck about Panda’s opinion of him. Panda, exasperated, plopped down in the heart-shaped chair once again. Why was life so cruel? Why did everyone on this game hate her? Why was her plan to get everybody to like her by being a stone-cold bitch not working? She pondered these thoughts as she sulked on her chair.

 Fishfrog saw the pain in her eyes, and he longed to help her, to know what was truly on her mind. He approached her. “What’s wrong?”, he asked, after a minute of silently standing in front of her chair. “Airham is being a ###,” she replied. He could sense she was serious. “Sweggy,” said Airham from across the room. “### you!!” Panda spat at him. Fishfrog couldn’t take it. He was enraptured by her intensity. He had to have her then and there. 

 With RainbowPanda still sitting on the chair in front of him, Fishfrog slowly got down on his knees, so that he was face-level with her crotch. He !sniffed. RainbowPanda’s crotch smells like a barn! “Wh-what are you doing?”, whispered Panda, motioning to Airham, who was intently focused on catching BB8s. Fishfrog looked up, and simply put his finger on his lips in a “hush” motion. A smile slowly spread across Panda’s face as she fully grasped the concept of what was about to happen. She spread her legs, and the scent of hay and cow feces permeated the air around Fishfrog’s face. Heavenly. He dove nose-first into Panda, letting his tongue explore the inner workings of her body. She started to moan, but quickly covered her mouth so that Airham wouldn’t notice the depraved act that was happening just fifteen feet from where he was blissfully harvesting crates. 

 The pressure was building, and Panda couldn’t take it. She had to have Fishfrog inside her. She took hold of him by his George Washington hat and pulled him up so that they were face-to-face. She kissed him, tasting her own juices flow from his mouth to hers. “Stand up”, she said forcefully. Fishfrog obeyed. Panda, remaining seated on her chair, undid his zipper and grabbed his throbbing tadpole, all the while maintaining eye contact. She smiled - his dick was rock solid, and it was all hers. She lowered her head and began to suck his cock. Fishfrog let out a small groan, indicating that Panda was doing well. 

Before long, Fishfrog felt a small thud against his ankle, and shortly after heard “Whaaaaaaat’s up, Jake Paulers?”. BB8 had wandered over to where the two were hiding, and naturally, Airham had followed. Fishfrog spun around quickly, causing Panda to fall on her face mid-blowjob. Airham glanced down at Fishfrog’s dick and let out one final “lel” before leaving to go to a different instance. 

 Fishfrog helped RainbowPanda off the ground. They were alone, save for the BB8 that was left uncaptured. Fishfrog led Panda to the sword in the stone. She tried to lift the sword, but it didn’t budge - this was perfect. She slid the hilt of the sword into her asshole, shuddering with pleasure on the way down. Fishfrog watched in equal parts horror and amazement - why didn’t she need any sort of lube when inserting the hilt into herself? The answer, of course, was that her ass was sweaty, and the sweat served as a natural lubricant. 

Fishfrog’s dick, left semi-erect from the subpar blowjob, was at attention once again. He ran full speed toward Panda, launching himself into her barn. He thrust into her with all his strength, while she moaned with delight as she received pleasure from both ends. Both partners were on the edge of climax. Panda clenched her asscheeks together and thrusted her pelvis upward in preparation for the Big O, but when Fishfrog pulled out, so did the sword in the stone. RainbowPanda pulled the sword from the stone and won a “Star Wars Symbols - Galactic Republic”! 

Panda gingerly took the sword out of her ass and placed it back into the stone. The two lovers stood in silence for a moment. RainbowPanda rushed over to where an uncaptured BB8 was momentarily resting and caught it. Guest10087622 appeared in the doorway. “Selling Galactic Republic Pin”, stated RainbowPanda. “What’s that?”, asked the Guest. Fishfrog said nothing. Normalcy had been restored.

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A Swipe to Remember

“THE MOON LANDING WAS FAKE! IT WAS FUCKING FAKE! FUCK YESSSSS!” KarolD moaned, as Bill_Murray continued to plow her from behind. Bill was almost out of breath, but the moans of Karol’s conspiracies kept him going. Passionately, he thrust into Karol’s colon. The Pirate Treehouse was rocking with every movement of his hips. “I’m running out of momentum!” he exclaimed. Suddenly, Bill pulled his average four inch chode out of Karol and collapsed in postcoital bliss. Karol stood up and questioned, “That’s it…?” Bill was silent, the rush of euphoria still pulsing through his veins. Karol said in disappointment, “Well, I’ll be going now. I need someone who can actually FINISH the job!” Bill began to tear up, per usual with his sexual encounters, the first two-and-half minutes were amazing and the next two-and-half days were spent sobbing. Karol, who was still in need of a good time, decided to go on the hunt for new mate. She clicked open the guest rooms tabs, and at the top was TaylorDarling’s auction room. Her heart pounded in excitement. Surely, there had to be someone there who could outperform her mediocre encounter with Bill. She had hoped for something special when she swiped right on him, for the myVMK Tinder app™ had not failed in the past. She imagined a passionate affair between the two, especially with all the built up sexual tension in the Spicy myVMK Discord. Alas, the only thing spicy about their hook-up was Bill’s Thai-food-stained shirt. Karol arrived in TaylorDarling’s room and saw that it was full, which was typical for this time of day. Then she caught a glimpse of someone she knew; someone who she knew was wild. So wild, in fact, that she created a second account just for threesome experiences in the game. It was Honeymoon/Lonewolf/Tyrone. Karol took out her phone and began to swipe furiously. Left on Beaver, left on Gamingboi, left on RainbowPanda, left on airham (lel dab), left on Host_Nala, left on TaylorDarling. Then she saw it, a sight so glorious it made her spine tingle and hips quiver. It was Honeymoon. Karol’s eyes beamed at the super-like button. She swiped up and the phone announced “sweggy”. She waited quietly, sitting on the mushroom chair and waiting for Honeymoon to react. Then it happened, Honeymoon’s phone vibrated, notifying her of the super-like. Honeymoon paused before swiping right on Karol. Right then, Karol knew she was in. Not just in Honeymoon’s DMs, but her in her heart.

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Revival from thedevilwearsblackflip

Magenta was walking around the kingdom, searching left and right for people to observe. No one on Main Street, one lonely person waiting for a Haunted Mansion match partner, and twenty people all in separate Capture the Flag lobbies taking advantage of double credits weekend. Magenta’s heart sank. Surely, somewhere, there had to be some action going on. Something…naughty. It was at that moment that she felt a tingling sensation. A beany sensation. She went to the plaza of active guest rooms and saw one that stood out: christianmingle.com. Surely there was some wrongdoing here. It was decided that she would go into the room. Upon entering the room, Magenta was met with a flurry of greetings. “Hey, Magenta!” “nice taco hat magenta” “MAGENTA WHAT’S UP” She knew perfectly how to respectfully and politely respond to this display of admiration. Radio silence. For Magenta, entering a room in which she was not invited was a rush. Does anyone want me here? Does my hat distinguish me well enough? Which corner will I stand in awkwardly until only one or two people are left in this room? The decisions were enough to make her loins moist. Better yet, this room was a Beauty and the Beast Ballroom with a teleporter up to the balcony – an added dimension to her mischievous kink. Across the room she saw a recognizable beanie on the only tanned player in the Magic Kingdom and knew this could only mean one thing: Jadin was present. Magenta looked around. There was no sign of Mrs. Tripp or PrincessLeiaa anywhere. Jadin was single as far as either of them were concerned, and Jadin was taking advantage of the situation. Jadin was making moves on every girl in site. “Haha if you ever play DHTF I’ll make sure to protect you babe” he would say to one girl, and then turn around to another woman and offer to give up one of his rare articles of clothing, which he had received for free. The women would give a half-hearted “lol thank you” to him before ignoring him the rest of their time spent in the guest room. Magenta’s panties were reaching levels only matched by a tsunami off the coast of Japan during an earthquake. Quaking, even in her clamshell bikini and taco hat, Magenta did not look seductive enough. She made the executive decision to change into her Sorcerer Mickey hat. She knew it was simply a matter of time until Jadin would make his way over to her. Sure enough, after numerous rejections that he ignored, he used his military determination and caramel complexion to make his way through each and every girl until eventually he made his way to the purple-haired dame standing silently. When Jadin got over to her, he simply made a heart with his hands. Magenta’s eyes said she wasn’t playing any games, not even Jungle Cruise. Jadin started to sweat nervously for he had not been with a true woman before. He knew that none of the sexual conquests that riddled his past could match what was coming for him. Magenta immediately grabbed his cock. He was already rock hard and tearing through his pants, mainly because the outfit was more of a Halloween costume than something that was supposed to last long-term. Luckily, Magenta had always been into men who put fashion over function. Jadin expected her to get on her knees and start slobbering all over his average-sized knob. Oh, Jadin. Poor, innocent Jadin. Magenta grabbed Jadin, turned him around and held both of his hands behind his back. She leaned in and gently bit his earlobe. Jadin thought that in theory this was weird but in practice, with decent execution, it sent shivers down his spine. Pushing him down by the shoulders, Magenta stood in front of Jadin. Our hero knew what to do and ate her pussy like his name was Alf. But this was not working for her. She pushed him onto his back, tore his shirt open for no reason other than she could, and forced herself on top of his face. Jadin worked until he was almost passed out from suffocation. Magenta was not impressed by his weak, submissive nature. She always saw Jadin as her one true match in the sack. He got what he wanted, when he wanted it. To assert her own dominance, hoping to unleash the beast under the V-neck, she shoved him on all fours and took all of his clothing off, leaving only his beanie. She pushed him down, spread his asscheeks and shoved her Sorcerer Mickey hat into his asshole. Jadin then found out he was into butt stuff. Magenta stripped down herself, leaving her hat inside Jadin, and slid underneath him to suck his dick. The only thing in existence with less power than he had at this moment was Puerto Rico. This all felt so wrong yet so good. She played with his balls while tonguing the rim of the head of his penis. Jadin had finally reached full potential. He took one of his hands and grabbed Magenta’s hair, looking her in the eyes as she stopped the magnificent blowjob she had been giving (I mean, seriously, this is the kind of blowjob you’d expect from a champion of literally anything). He pulled her up until they were eye level. This is the man Magenta had lusted for. He planted his lips onto her and the two lovers started making out as if they were fourteen and finally learned how to properly make out. Jadin stopped, leaned in, and started whispering to Magenta. “You fucking slut.” He started choking her with his left hand. “You think you can do whatever you want to me?” His slowly drew his right hand down to her wet pussy. “I can call you whatever I want, you whore.” At this point, he started to rub her clit slowly, but with efficient full 360 degree circles. “And after this is all over,” he teased as he stopped focusing on the clit and transitioned to full yet light rubs, “You’ll be the one who gets banned.” Magenta, mouth agape, couldn’t contain herself. She was already on the verge of orgasm. The entire situation was like a shitty erotic fanfiction written by a 21-year-old who can count how many times he’s had sex using his fingers, which coincidentally Jadin started using on Magenta. Putting her hand behind his neck, Magenta pulled in Jadin so she could say one thing. “I’ll get you banned for harassment.” Jadin couldn’t contain himself. He rolled her onto her knees and pulled her up to him. He licked his fingers and prepared her pussy for the absolute punishment that was coming to her. This is the moment she had waited for – Jaden was finally getting what he wanted for free. He put his cock inside of her slowly, teasing her. This was the best six inches Magenta had had since the last time she went to Subway and got the perfect ratio of ham to cheese. Fucking her with the intensity of an overused analogy, Jadin was making sure she would cum before him. An impossible feat, some would say, but Jadin was in his zone. He was pounding her hard enough that her Sorcerer Mickey hat was barely staying on, yet slow enough that he wasn’t going to plow into her intestines. He picked her up so that he could look in to her eyes as he fucked her. The thought of being banned turned both on, but not as much as the thought of how hard they were going to get each other banned for fornication in the Magic Kingdom. Finally, Magenta came. Magenta, still moaning from the immense pleasure, got out of Jadin’s arms and put him on his back. She got on top of him to ride him like the mighty steed he was. He finally came and Magenta could feel the cum inside of her. Obviously, as they didn’t use protection, STDs and pregnancy were not on their mind – irresponsibility can be hot, too. As they both sat there, sweaty, exhausted, and reeking of cum, they realized that all the eyes in the room were on them. “I’M BUSTING,” were the first words uttered, by LordDisick. Magenta and Jadin feigned embarrassment but they both knew what they had to do. FlamingBean was sitting, obviously “afk” as some would say. Magenta reported her for an inappropriate signature just because she could, and the signature was immediately removed even though her signature was already “Signature Removed”. How could Magenta tell? She felt it. In her loins. Her moist loins. Jadin decided to report FlamingBean for harassment even though she had just gotten off (pun intended) from a two week ban from the Magic Kingdom. Immediately she was banned for a month. And Magenta and Jadin both came for the second time, like the fucking prophets they are.

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HOST_Nala, Amy, and MagesticRoughWoman smut - submitted by anon

HOST_Nala stormed into the Esplanade, followed by an exasperated Amy.

               “Amy, I don’t know how we are going to stop this gang.”

               Amy followed HOST_Nala, keeping an eye on her plaid skirt.

               “There isn’t anything we can do, HOST_Nala,” Amy said, taking a seat by one of the palm trees.  “You need to take a load off. You’ll burn yourself out. Come sit.”

               Reluctantly, HOST_Nala took a seat next to Amy. Amy breathed in heavily as HOST_Nala’s scent wafted toward her. Sweet, like candy from a cauldron. Yet, woodsy, like she was just in Snow White’s Hide and Seek Forest.

               “What’s on your mind, HOST_Nala?” Amy whispered to her comrade. She allowed her eyes to wander from HOST_Nala’s eyes, to her lips, to her shirt…

               HOST_Nala sighed.

               “It’s the goobs. I can’t stand them. I don’t understand how a group of people like that can be so… so…”

               “So… what?”

               “So… loveable.”

               Silence.

               Amy didn’t know what to think. Could HOST_Nala really be turning on her at this hour?

               “I don’t believe you. I can’t believe this. After all we’ve been through.”                “Amy, no. It’s not like that.”

               “What is it like, then, HOST_Nala?”

               HOST_Nala paused. She saw a tear run down Amy’s cheek. But she knew she had to tell the truth to her ruler.

               “I just… I can’t stop thinking of… his memes. His sweggy memes.”

               Amy gasped. Airham couldn’t have infiltrated HOST_Nala’s mind too… could he?

               “HOST_Nala… I don’t know what to say.”

               Amy moved closer. She felt something stir inside of her that wasn’t pure anger and hatred for the goobs. Something warmer. She felt HOST_Nala’s trembling hand reach out for hers.

               “Amy… it’s not like that… there’s something else I can’t resist either.”

               Suddenly, swift as the coursing river, HOST_Nala pulled Amy’s face into her plaid skirt crotch. Amy knew what to do. With all the force of the great typhoon, she slid her tongue in between HOST_Nala’s legs and searched for a familiar scent.

               HOST_Nala writhed with pleasure from Amy’s tongue. With all the strength of a blazing fire, she let out a moan. She felt Amy’s lips smile on her lips.

               Suddenly, MagesticRoughWoman walked in.

               “how do you change your signature”

               Amy and HOST_Nala barely noticed the new player’s presence. It was too late now. Amy couldn’t stop, and HOST_Nala didn’t want her to. HOST_Nala grabbed Amy’s Fisherman’s Cap Pink and stuck it in her mouth. It tasted like sweat. The sweat of a coder, hard at work. Sweet, sweet volunteer work.

               MagesticRoughWoman began to dance.

               HOST_Nala couldn’t hold back anymore.

               “Cum for me, HOST_Nala.”

               “I… Amy… I….”

               Amy doubled her tonguing time.

               “S….Slow down there… tiger…”

               “Cum HOST_Nala.”

               “I…. I…”

               “The bans… think of the bans.”

               This sent HOST_Nala over the edge. She let out a slow, long groan.

               Amy looked up at her and wiped HOST_Nala’s cummies from her mouth.

               MagesticRoughWoman came up to them.

               “Did you guys play VMK in the past?”

               “Do it, HOST_Nala.”

               HOST_Nala banned MagesticRoughWoman and came again.

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HeyG, fix, and michelledion smut - submitted by anon

"Are you sure you want to do this?" HeyG asked, scared of what was yet to come. "Oh I'm sure," fix said, assured that this is what they wanted. Fix turned on their computer, dusting off the cheeto dust from the keyboard. "What should this story be about, fix?" "How I want big daddie's cummies, probably." Fix thought for a moment about what she wanted. "No, it will be about how I want MyVMK to collectively send me their cummies." "Delightful!" HeyG squealed. Michelledion walked in a shat on them.