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The raciest race ever
A COLLECTIVE EFFORT BY lolbuttsex
Once upon a time very long ago far away in a foriegn land of Italy a beatiful young boy named Gokudera was celebrateing his very important sweet sixteenth birthday. He was very very very pretty and all the gurls in town had secret crushes on him, but he was a bit more interest in boys then gurls so the gurls was sad. XDXD But anyway the willow-haired boy was very very sad because he was probably not going to get the thing he wanted most on his sixteenth birthday.
That thing of course was a racecar. All boys like cars that go fast. Cars are supirior to all other objects in the universe, with the ecept maybe aerial viking funerals and exploding dinosaurs. However, with the price of gas constantly on the rise, this may soon pose a problem.
Just then, as the boy who's name was Gokudera was sighing wistfulley, with his gray-haired head cradled in his hands so nobody would see him sighing wistfulley. and tease him for it again, a voice from somewhere beyond sight whispered to him, "what is the matter my little prince"
Now, people didn't usually call Gokudera a prince even though he was very fashionabley dressed all the time. Today, he was wearing his lots of belts and t-shirts with cool slogans on them like Abercrombie and Fitch and his GAP jeans and his bracelets and rings and skulls and stuff and listening to AFI and looking totally punk like usual. So he was suprized! and looked up, but nothing was there.
"Wh-who's there?" the slender punk boy asked, his emerald-green orbs filled with suspision and dred. WAS IT A GHOST?
It was not a ghost. It was a man with pink hair and pink sunglases who smiled as he stepped out from behind a pillar. He was strangely dressed, wearing a very tight sleeveless shirt, a gigantic belt and leather pants from D&G. His black leather Victoria's Secret gloves creaked as he curled and uncurled his fingers, griping the pomell of his artfulley crafted pimp cane and the brim of his purple fedora hat with a big ostrich feather in it (also purple). "I am a wish-granter" he told Gokudera smiling and seeming so pleased with himself that he was moved nearly to tears. "Poor dear boy You want something badly and fear you won't get it for your birthday, don't you?"
"Well--" and the punk demolitionist stopped, for a moment supecting that maybe he shouldn't tell the strange man anything about himself but that was just silly, so he shook his head "I really wanted a neat racecar, but I know that I'm not pleasing enough to my father to earn it, so I will probably just get another lecchure on how to better myself in the underworld. I must become a better, more famous maffioso if I wish to ever rise in stattus and impress my father!"
his emeraldine eyes shone with determination, and not only the smokin bomb but also the stranger was moved to tears for real this time by this bold statement and speech. It was so true! The stranger shivvered, huming to himself almost as if in dismey at this horrible injustise.
"Then indeed my prince you shall have your racecar for that is your wish And in payment for this wish I will require only your name"
"Oh" the maffioso said "My name is Gokudera"
"Gokudera Perfect" cried the strange man leaning so far forward onto his cane that his feet actually left the ground for a moment he clicked his heels together before standing up straight again "It is done"
And like magic a racecar appeared behind him! But as Gokudera exitedly started toward the car a strange feeling washed over him. He felt strangeley atracted to this odd man, almost as if he were being pulled by the force of gravity to him like newton and the apple. Weirder still, he felt oddley like his clothes were getting bigger.
"Ohh so close Gokudera-chan. Keep going <3 I know you want to get in the car <3~"
The dynamo nodded trying to clear his head but he felt like his clothes were still getting bigger. So was the other man! And the car! He felt dizzy and stumbled into the other man. The other man lifted him up and squeezed him tight. He was surprised to realize that he fit very easily into the other man's arms and looked up at him in dizzy confusion.
"My name is Lussuria by the way" said the strange, winking at him. "Come my little baby prince Your luxury car and glorious future await in my faraway castle <3!"
The octopus-haired boy tried to protest he felt funny but he knew his father had important plans for him and that he needed to impress his father. Still it was as though magic was compelling him to go towards the car. He REALLY wanted to win some races in it. It was probably the fastest car EVER. It went at 500mph.
So they got in the car together and the smokin bomb was unwitingly but willingly kidnapped by Lussuria. The willowy punk become Lussuria's personal servant but never regreted it because he was made eternaly young by Lussuria's pedophilic magic and got to ride in the fastest car ever and win every race including the Grand Prix!
Then they lived happily ever after
The end
A COLLECTIVE EFFORT BY lolbuttsex
Once upon a time very long ago far away in a foriegn land of Italy a beatiful young boy named Gokudera was celebrateing his very important sweet sixteenth birthday. He was very very very pretty and all the gurls in town had secret crushes on him, but he was a bit more interest in boys then gurls so the gurls was sad. XDXD But anyway the willow-haired boy was very very sad because he was probably not going to get the thing he wanted most on his sixteenth birthday.
That thing of course was a racecar. All boys like cars that go fast. Cars are supirior to all other objects in the universe, with the ecept maybe aerial viking funerals and exploding dinosaurs. However, with the price of gas constantly on the rise, this may soon pose a problem.
Just then, as the boy who's name was Gokudera was sighing wistfulley, with his gray-haired head cradled in his hands so nobody would see him sighing wistfulley. and tease him for it again, a voice from somewhere beyond sight whispered to him, "what is the matter my little prince"
Now, people didn't usually call Gokudera a prince even though he was very fashionabley dressed all the time. Today, he was wearing his lots of belts and t-shirts with cool slogans on them like Abercrombie and Fitch and his GAP jeans and his bracelets and rings and skulls and stuff and listening to AFI and looking totally punk like usual. So he was suprized! and looked up, but nothing was there.
"Wh-who's there?" the slender punk boy asked, his emerald-green orbs filled with suspision and dred. WAS IT A GHOST?
It was not a ghost. It was a man with pink hair and pink sunglases who smiled as he stepped out from behind a pillar. He was strangely dressed, wearing a very tight sleeveless shirt, a gigantic belt and leather pants from D&G. His black leather Victoria's Secret gloves creaked as he curled and uncurled his fingers, griping the pomell of his artfulley crafted pimp cane and the brim of his purple fedora hat with a big ostrich feather in it (also purple). "I am a wish-granter" he told Gokudera smiling and seeming so pleased with himself that he was moved nearly to tears. "Poor dear boy You want something badly and fear you won't get it for your birthday, don't you?"
"Well--" and the punk demolitionist stopped, for a moment supecting that maybe he shouldn't tell the strange man anything about himself but that was just silly, so he shook his head "I really wanted a neat racecar, but I know that I'm not pleasing enough to my father to earn it, so I will probably just get another lecchure on how to better myself in the underworld. I must become a better, more famous maffioso if I wish to ever rise in stattus and impress my father!"
his emeraldine eyes shone with determination, and not only the smokin bomb but also the stranger was moved to tears for real this time by this bold statement and speech. It was so true! The stranger shivvered, huming to himself almost as if in dismey at this horrible injustise.
"Then indeed my prince you shall have your racecar for that is your wish And in payment for this wish I will require only your name"
"Oh" the maffioso said "My name is Gokudera"
"Gokudera Perfect" cried the strange man leaning so far forward onto his cane that his feet actually left the ground for a moment he clicked his heels together before standing up straight again "It is done"
And like magic a racecar appeared behind him! But as Gokudera exitedly started toward the car a strange feeling washed over him. He felt strangeley atracted to this odd man, almost as if he were being pulled by the force of gravity to him like newton and the apple. Weirder still, he felt oddley like his clothes were getting bigger.
"Ohh so close Gokudera-chan. Keep going <3 I know you want to get in the car <3~"
The dynamo nodded trying to clear his head but he felt like his clothes were still getting bigger. So was the other man! And the car! He felt dizzy and stumbled into the other man. The other man lifted him up and squeezed him tight. He was surprised to realize that he fit very easily into the other man's arms and looked up at him in dizzy confusion.
"My name is Lussuria by the way" said the strange, winking at him. "Come my little baby prince Your luxury car and glorious future await in my faraway castle <3!"
The octopus-haired boy tried to protest he felt funny but he knew his father had important plans for him and that he needed to impress his father. Still it was as though magic was compelling him to go towards the car. He REALLY wanted to win some races in it. It was probably the fastest car EVER. It went at 500mph.
So they got in the car together and the smokin bomb was unwitingly but willingly kidnapped by Lussuria. The willowy punk become Lussuria's personal servant but never regreted it because he was made eternaly young by Lussuria's pedophilic magic and got to ride in the fastest car ever and win every race including the Grand Prix!
Then they lived happily ever after
The end