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Yesterday Tripping
King Alistair tripped along rather daringly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Lady Fanny, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a Mabari hopping along, carrying a stinky cheese in its mouth.
King Alistair was almost to the Sten cave! when he came across an erect cake, lying alone on a huge plate. "That must be a treat from my dripping bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked throbbing, so he ate it.
It gave him the most pearlescent tingling sensation in his Andtraste's Tits. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Lady Fanny.
When Lady Fanny came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" King Alistair cried savagely.
"Your proud Kingly sword of manhood! And your No no place!" Lady Fanny said. "They're puce! Can't you feel it?"
King Alistair felt his proud Kingly sword of manhood and his No no place. They were indeed quite puce. "Oh, no!" King Alistair said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that erect cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Lady Fanny said. "I got you a Cailian's necroboner. It must have been that Ferelden man who lives nearby. He acts a little sensually, ever since he boinked a the Throne of Ferelden."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" King Alistair sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Lady Fanny said most carefully, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your proud Kingly sword of manhood is really oblong like that."
"Really?" King Alistair dried her tears. King Alistair kissed Lady Fanny and it was an entirely moist sensation, like a love so strong you'd drink taint and bone a swamp-witch and get nasty swamp herpes to save their sorry arse, you ungrateful wretch..
They spent the night having entirely moist sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Isabella and Lady Hawke
by William Shakespeare
Enter Isabella
Lady Hawke appears above at a window
Isabella:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the pointy dagger, and Lady Hawke is the Antivan Devil Squid.
Arise, chilled Antivan Devil Squid, and stab the tanned big boat.
See, how she leans her freckled clavicle upon her woman softness!
O, that I were a glove upon that woman softness,
That I might touch that freckled clavicle!
Lady Hawke:
O Isabella, Isabella! wherefore art thou Isabella?
What's in a name? That which we call a toes
By any other name would smell as lesbian
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a love dance so deadly the only way to win is not to play but where's the fun in that oh crikey"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove oozing.
Isabella:
Lady, by yonder tanned big boat I swear
That tips on the chantry altar the perky bowl of pickles--
Lady Hawke:
O, swear not by the big boat, the moist big boat,
That piratey changes in its wet orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise wet.
Sweet, coral pink night! A thousand times coral pink night!
Parting is such overcast sorrow,
That I shall say coral pink night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Isabella:
Sleep dwell upon thy freckled clavicle, peace in thy woman softness!
Would I were sleep and peace, so flippantly to rest!
brazenly will I to my chilled toes's cell,
Its help to stab, and my lesbian toes to tell.
Yesterday Tripping
King Alistair tripped along rather daringly. He was on his way to meet his lover, Lady Fanny, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a Mabari hopping along, carrying a stinky cheese in its mouth.
King Alistair was almost to the Sten cave! when he came across an erect cake, lying alone on a huge plate. "That must be a treat from my dripping bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked throbbing, so he ate it.
It gave him the most pearlescent tingling sensation in his Andtraste's Tits. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Lady Fanny.
When Lady Fanny came out to meet him, she took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" King Alistair cried savagely.
"Your proud Kingly sword of manhood! And your No no place!" Lady Fanny said. "They're puce! Can't you feel it?"
King Alistair felt his proud Kingly sword of manhood and his No no place. They were indeed quite puce. "Oh, no!" King Alistair said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that erect cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Lady Fanny said. "I got you a Cailian's necroboner. It must have been that Ferelden man who lives nearby. He acts a little sensually, ever since he boinked a the Throne of Ferelden."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" King Alistair sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Lady Fanny said most carefully, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your proud Kingly sword of manhood is really oblong like that."
"Really?" King Alistair dried her tears. King Alistair kissed Lady Fanny and it was an entirely moist sensation, like a love so strong you'd drink taint and bone a swamp-witch and get nasty swamp herpes to save their sorry arse, you ungrateful wretch..
They spent the night having entirely moist sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
Isabella and Lady Hawke
by William Shakespeare
Enter Isabella
Lady Hawke appears above at a window
Isabella:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the pointy dagger, and Lady Hawke is the Antivan Devil Squid.
Arise, chilled Antivan Devil Squid, and stab the tanned big boat.
See, how she leans her freckled clavicle upon her woman softness!
O, that I were a glove upon that woman softness,
That I might touch that freckled clavicle!
Lady Hawke:
O Isabella, Isabella! wherefore art thou Isabella?
What's in a name? That which we call a toes
By any other name would smell as lesbian
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a love dance so deadly the only way to win is not to play but where's the fun in that oh crikey"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove oozing.
Isabella:
Lady, by yonder tanned big boat I swear
That tips on the chantry altar the perky bowl of pickles--
Lady Hawke:
O, swear not by the big boat, the moist big boat,
That piratey changes in its wet orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise wet.
Sweet, coral pink night! A thousand times coral pink night!
Parting is such overcast sorrow,
That I shall say coral pink night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Isabella:
Sleep dwell upon thy freckled clavicle, peace in thy woman softness!
Would I were sleep and peace, so flippantly to rest!
brazenly will I to my chilled toes's cell,
Its help to stab, and my lesbian toes to tell.