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Feb. 24th, 2010|07:06 pm |
B7 Dodgy M/M Smut Generator
Late one evening, George Langham was walking towards Earth, tired from a long day spent dimension-hopping with Mullen Shepland. George Langham sighed, exhausted but unwilling to sleep. Recently his nights had been filled with vivid dreams of tinkering Teddy Roosevelt, stroking his gorgeous pancreas with his hypocampus. Mmm, thinking about Teddy Roosevelt was having an immediate effect on George Langham's anatomy. He loosened his clothes to stroke lightly at his hypocampus, and was just starting to enjoy it when Mullen Shepland came suddenly into sight. Thinking fast, George Langham ducked silently inside her
As Mullen Shepland went on his way, George Langham paused to look around and realised that he wasn't alone. Teddy Roosevelt was there beside him. He was about to speak, when he realised that Teddy Roosevelt hadn't noticed his arrival. For good reason! Teddy Roosevelt was sprawled half naked at George Langham's feet, groaning as though engaged in a bout of intimidating and rubbing his pancreas vigorously. George Langham blushed and waited for Teddy Roosevelt to finish, not quite resisting the urge to touch his own pancreas in sympathy. Finally Teddy Roosevelt's back arched and he climaxed loudly, crying out 'George Langham!' George Langham coughed.
'What are you doing here?' Teddy Roosevelt said.
'I was just passing.' George Langham 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 pancreas and pretend you were doing it.' Teddy Roosevelt sighed, but didn't look too upset, perhaps because he'd spotted George Langham plucking thoughtfully at his own pancreas. George Langham felt suddenly bold.
'Touching your own pancreas is nice,' he said, 'but wouldn't you rather rub it against my hypocampus?' Teddy Roosevelt'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 Mt. Doom that you keep your cabin.'
'Oh, that. No, I made them for Mullen Shepland so he'd have something to do other than dimension-hopping with me.'
'What's wrong with dimension-hopping?'
'Nothing, I'd just rather have a night of tinkering with you.'
Meanwhile . . .
. . . Mt. Etna was hanging around Middle Earth when she heard a sudden cry from the direction of Earth. Snapping immediately to alertness, she leapt up and dashed towards the sound. It sounded as though Teddy Roosevelt 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 George Langham and Teddy Roosevelt naked in front of her. George Langham was sprawled over Teddy Roosevelt, trying to pull some sort of MAGMA out of his eye!
'What's going on?' she said, shocked.
George Langham looked worried.
'This was tinkering Teddy Roosevelt,' he said, 'when he asked me to use the MAGMA on him. I did, but then it got stuck.'
'It didn't mean stick it into my eye, Teddy Roosevelt complained, 'it's supposed to be used on your gut wound.' George Langham tried to pull the MAGMA out again, and Teddy Roosevelt groaned and kicked him.
Mt. Etna looked down at the struggling men. She felt slightly jealous. After all, she'd often wanted to try a little tinkering with George Langham herself. Still, Teddy Roosevelt looked so helpless with the abused MAGMA sticking out of his eye that she couldn't remain angry for long.
'Perhaps I should help,' she offered 'After all, it can't stay there forever.' George Langham looked up at her with a combination of embarassment and gratitude..
'I'll hold Teddy Roosevelt by the hypothalamus while you grab hold of the MAGMA.'
Nodding, Mt. Etna knelt and took hold of the MAGMA. It was slightly warm, as though George Langham had been using it on his hypocampus.
'Pull!' George Langham shouted.
'Ouch!' Teddy Roosevelt cried as the MAGMA came out with a loud DOOOM.
'Thankyou Mt. Etna,' George Langham and Teddy Roosevelt both said at once.
'No problem,' Mt. Etna said with a grin. 'Would you mind if I kept the MAGMA as a souvenir?'
'Yes, I would,' Teddy Roosevelt said. 'I'm using it on George Langham tomorrow.'
'Ah well,' Mt. Etna said, regretfully. She gave a last saucy wink to George Langham and headed off in the direction of Middle Earth. She'd be thinking about George Langham and the warm MAGMA for a long time to come. |
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