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[madeline_may]

ARE YOU READY FOR:

TAKING UR INNOCENCE

CHAPTER 4

FOR THOSE UNFAMILIAR WITH THIS CONCEPT:

Remember those games you used to play at parties, where everyone would contribute one line of a story until it got ridiculous or everyone got too drunk to be coherent? Well, this is exactly like that. We're gonna create our own kinky fanfic, one line/comment at a

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Twas a dark and stormy night. Sir Desmond of Hume rode through the jungle (LOL WUT) grimacing at the pain only riding a horse in a kilt can give.
"Sir, oh sir, pray thee, help!"
He looked down into the face of one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen.
"How now, fair maiden?"
"Why sir," Pretty Pretty Princess Zombie Faraday giggled. He twirled and simpered at the striking Scotsman, his tiara twinkling even in the dusk. "Willest thou help me?"
"Aye for you m'lady, anything." He reached a manly arm down to pull up the nubile form of Faraday the Fair.

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"Why sir, I do believe I am sitting upon this horse in a backwards manner!" said Princess Faraday, as he looked at the backside of the horse he had just mounted.

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"My lady," Sir Desmond purred, "Tis backwards but tis right. Verrry right."

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Desmond took off on the beautiful horse at a gentle gallop, sending wee Princess Faraday catapulting off the back and vanishing into the jungle.

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Faraday woke up naked, with Vincent licking his butt.

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"Oh, dearest me. Where am I?" he asked himself.

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"Dear sir... madam... I do believe you are lying in the shadow of the statue," said the fair maiden Claire.

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"There's a statue?" asked fair Daniel, shaking his dainty head in bewilderment.

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Claire continued, "Do you wish to trade flashback wigs, sweet princess? I would ever so much like to try yours."

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"Who art thou?" Faraday the Fair asked, twirling his locks nervously.

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"I am Claire, daughter of Christian the Ever-Dead, sister of Jack the Jeary. We welcome you into our circle of trust."

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"And who art thou?" questioned Claire, lovingly stroking Vincent the dog as she spoke.

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"I am Princess Faraday!" he declared. "I await my knight in shining armor."

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Claire called out to someone behind her.

"Richard? We have someone here for you."

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All of a sudden, a beautifuly tanned, eyelined man stepped out from the jungle, looking very sexy and suave.

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Richard recognized this man from 1954 and 1977.

"And so we meet again."

He bent down and gave Princess Faraday a kiss on the hand. Claire watched, smiling.