07-14-2018, 05:26 PM
STOCKING ANARCHY
✯ — if you don't fuck with us then motherfuck you
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in this incredibly short, short week, stocking's life had sucked fat, hairy ass.
she knew it like she knew a certain person who's name began with a 'P' and ended with 'Y' had a craving for dick.
she had been healed, but not fully. her scars still stung, and she harbored a noticeable limp, favoring her back leg as she kept off of it.
add that on to the fact that her powers were gone, and one of her stockings were missing.
so overall, not a very good week.
vaguely, stocking wondered if she'd ever see heaven again, or god forbid-- panty.
where was panty anyway? had her lustful, horny fuck of a sister shared her same fate? stocking knew for a fact that the girl was the embodiment of Lust to a god damn t. the bitch had a knack for fucking anything with a damn heat signature, and if anyone deserved to share her fate, it was her sister whom she was ashamed to share a surname with-- panty anarchy.
everything about this... it wasn't fair.
but there was one good thing in her life.
she was thankful to tanglewood or whatever the hell they were called for fixing her up, she was in a fairly fowl mood. her regularly placid face now held a noticeable grimace, and her cyan eyes had darkened significantly.
the tanglewood's home looked like shit, smelled like shit, and she frankly wasn't too enthusiastic about staying here.
but she had nowhere else to go, and they helped her. she was in their debt, at least for the moment. being healed by them came with a price. either swear loyalty, or get your fat ass kicked out and left to the metaphorical wolves. or maybe there were actually wild wolves out there somewhere, ready to tear her scrumptious, pastry-addled butt apart. either way. she wasn't going to fend for herself with no powers. it was either suck it up, or risk dying and going to the stank ass nether regions of hell to be tormented by equally stank ass demons for all eternity.
or maybe... she'd get lucky and end up in heaven? but that sure as hell wasn't a risk she was willing to take. no pun intended.
she stumbled from one of the makeshift cabins she had taken temporary residence in. the thing was ready to collapse on it's side, and she had spent the night in there fearing the roof would come tumbling down onto her head. she had gotten a nice little blanket to sleep on, though. bonus points for that, and she supposed that is she was going to live in tackywood, or whatever the fuck, then she'd better god used to the place and it's residence.
making her way to the town center, achingly slow, she glanced around, wondering where the town's bakery was. she'd be lucky if they even had a food storage or kitchen at all. the only thing that could make her day better at this point was food. stocking was in the mood for some carnal comfort. of the desert variety.
[member=1385]RHYS --[/member]
she knew it like she knew a certain person who's name began with a 'P' and ended with 'Y' had a craving for dick.
she had been healed, but not fully. her scars still stung, and she harbored a noticeable limp, favoring her back leg as she kept off of it.
add that on to the fact that her powers were gone, and one of her stockings were missing.
so overall, not a very good week.
vaguely, stocking wondered if she'd ever see heaven again, or god forbid-- panty.
where was panty anyway? had her lustful, horny fuck of a sister shared her same fate? stocking knew for a fact that the girl was the embodiment of Lust to a god damn t. the bitch had a knack for fucking anything with a damn heat signature, and if anyone deserved to share her fate, it was her sister whom she was ashamed to share a surname with-- panty anarchy.
everything about this... it wasn't fair.
but there was one good thing in her life.
she was thankful to tanglewood or whatever the hell they were called for fixing her up, she was in a fairly fowl mood. her regularly placid face now held a noticeable grimace, and her cyan eyes had darkened significantly.
the tanglewood's home looked like shit, smelled like shit, and she frankly wasn't too enthusiastic about staying here.
but she had nowhere else to go, and they helped her. she was in their debt, at least for the moment. being healed by them came with a price. either swear loyalty, or get your fat ass kicked out and left to the metaphorical wolves. or maybe there were actually wild wolves out there somewhere, ready to tear her scrumptious, pastry-addled butt apart. either way. she wasn't going to fend for herself with no powers. it was either suck it up, or risk dying and going to the stank ass nether regions of hell to be tormented by equally stank ass demons for all eternity.
or maybe... she'd get lucky and end up in heaven? but that sure as hell wasn't a risk she was willing to take. no pun intended.
she stumbled from one of the makeshift cabins she had taken temporary residence in. the thing was ready to collapse on it's side, and she had spent the night in there fearing the roof would come tumbling down onto her head. she had gotten a nice little blanket to sleep on, though. bonus points for that, and she supposed that is she was going to live in tackywood, or whatever the fuck, then she'd better god used to the place and it's residence.
making her way to the town center, achingly slow, she glanced around, wondering where the town's bakery was. she'd be lucky if they even had a food storage or kitchen at all. the only thing that could make her day better at this point was food. stocking was in the mood for some carnal comfort. of the desert variety.
[member=1385]RHYS --[/member]
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