atomsk
02-18-2009, 10:14 PM
this was inspired by the story by stray wolf:
preface:
the following is a dramatic story of true love cut short
Once upon a time, in the fruit bowl, on the counter, in the kitchen, there was an orange. Three apples away was a mango. The orange has had the hots for the mango ever scince it was placed in the fruit bowl. The oranges best friend, a banana, thought it was quite a strange fetish. That same night the fruit bowl's population was decreased by one banana.
In the same friut bowl there was a mango that was placed three apples away from a very studly orange. The mango's best friend, the pinapple, though it was a romantic relationship that would never work as it dreamed about the banana on the other side of the bowl until it was skinned alive and eaten. The pinaple was traumatized untill it saw what was under the banana, which was an extreamly handsome coconut, a rare thing to find in the friut bowl.
Day after day the orange and the mango dreamed of eachother as the population of the fruit bowl fell rapidly. One day, with the romoval of a pinaple, the mango was nudged over an apple towards her beloved orange. That same night, during the unfortunate demise of the coconut, the orange was moved one apple closer to the mango.
The apple that was in between the mango and orange had the unfortunate task of tansmiting the love messages between the two rough skinned fruits. The apple didnt care, as apples were used to monotonus boring things. Who did mind however was the grapefruit. The grapefruit had the gay lovins for the orange, and it was an itch he had to scratch, as he was initiaing his plan to get nestled on top of the orange one night a large human female grabbed him, lifted him out of the bowl, cut him open, and ate his innards.
No one missed the grapefruit, exept the large human female who had gobbled it down rather quickly and was now three rooms away hungering for an orange. The removal of the apple that morning had put the orange and the mango together, and they were very happy as they could recite fruity love poems to eachother without disrupting the daily nap of the peach, who was rather not so peachy without his naps.
The orange and the mango were about to take their relationship to the next level and have very hot juicy interreacial intercourse in public, of course the mango was a screamer and the peach would not get a very good nap with all the fuss. But they didnt care, they were in love and horny dammit, and they were going to fuck, however a mango and an orange fuck, and i know what your thinking, and you dont wanna know how it happens it is a very gruesome sight. But if you must know im sure you could find out on the internet
As the orange was about to get busy, down came the punishing hand of the large human female and grabbed the orange in an inescapable grip and lifted it out of the bowl to be skinned and eaten alive and replaced next week when mom went to the store to pick up some more oranges. The peach was happy that the loud mouthed orange was finally gone and tried to get back to sleep, when the mango started reminiscing about her lost lover.
For days and days every fruit but the unfortunate mango was removed, one by one, from the bowl. Namely because no one liked mangos. days past and the mango wept and moaned for her beloved orange, wishing she too would be chosen by the indescriminatley punishing hand of the large humans. However her wish was not granted and she rotted from the inside out and, the next week was replaced by another teir of fresh fruit, in which she spied a very lovely orange just like her lost lover.
this orange was of course the brother of the unfortunate orange in the begining of this fateful tradgedy, and the mango considered fucking the oranges juices strait out of cute little misshapen body. The orange in question had its eyes on a very classy pear, and wanted to fuck the juices right out of its horribly misshapen hot body.
Well, in the end the hand of god chose the mango and it was delighted, until it flew across the kitchen into the trash can, where it rotted over time and was eventualy compacted. the brother of the orange got to fuck the juices straight out of the body of the horribly misshapen pear's body. all in all happy ending. Exept for all the brave fruits that lost their lives to the unforgiving hand of the human female, and were made into a very large peice of crap.
preface:
the following is a dramatic story of true love cut short
Once upon a time, in the fruit bowl, on the counter, in the kitchen, there was an orange. Three apples away was a mango. The orange has had the hots for the mango ever scince it was placed in the fruit bowl. The oranges best friend, a banana, thought it was quite a strange fetish. That same night the fruit bowl's population was decreased by one banana.
In the same friut bowl there was a mango that was placed three apples away from a very studly orange. The mango's best friend, the pinapple, though it was a romantic relationship that would never work as it dreamed about the banana on the other side of the bowl until it was skinned alive and eaten. The pinaple was traumatized untill it saw what was under the banana, which was an extreamly handsome coconut, a rare thing to find in the friut bowl.
Day after day the orange and the mango dreamed of eachother as the population of the fruit bowl fell rapidly. One day, with the romoval of a pinaple, the mango was nudged over an apple towards her beloved orange. That same night, during the unfortunate demise of the coconut, the orange was moved one apple closer to the mango.
The apple that was in between the mango and orange had the unfortunate task of tansmiting the love messages between the two rough skinned fruits. The apple didnt care, as apples were used to monotonus boring things. Who did mind however was the grapefruit. The grapefruit had the gay lovins for the orange, and it was an itch he had to scratch, as he was initiaing his plan to get nestled on top of the orange one night a large human female grabbed him, lifted him out of the bowl, cut him open, and ate his innards.
No one missed the grapefruit, exept the large human female who had gobbled it down rather quickly and was now three rooms away hungering for an orange. The removal of the apple that morning had put the orange and the mango together, and they were very happy as they could recite fruity love poems to eachother without disrupting the daily nap of the peach, who was rather not so peachy without his naps.
The orange and the mango were about to take their relationship to the next level and have very hot juicy interreacial intercourse in public, of course the mango was a screamer and the peach would not get a very good nap with all the fuss. But they didnt care, they were in love and horny dammit, and they were going to fuck, however a mango and an orange fuck, and i know what your thinking, and you dont wanna know how it happens it is a very gruesome sight. But if you must know im sure you could find out on the internet
As the orange was about to get busy, down came the punishing hand of the large human female and grabbed the orange in an inescapable grip and lifted it out of the bowl to be skinned and eaten alive and replaced next week when mom went to the store to pick up some more oranges. The peach was happy that the loud mouthed orange was finally gone and tried to get back to sleep, when the mango started reminiscing about her lost lover.
For days and days every fruit but the unfortunate mango was removed, one by one, from the bowl. Namely because no one liked mangos. days past and the mango wept and moaned for her beloved orange, wishing she too would be chosen by the indescriminatley punishing hand of the large humans. However her wish was not granted and she rotted from the inside out and, the next week was replaced by another teir of fresh fruit, in which she spied a very lovely orange just like her lost lover.
this orange was of course the brother of the unfortunate orange in the begining of this fateful tradgedy, and the mango considered fucking the oranges juices strait out of cute little misshapen body. The orange in question had its eyes on a very classy pear, and wanted to fuck the juices right out of its horribly misshapen hot body.
Well, in the end the hand of god chose the mango and it was delighted, until it flew across the kitchen into the trash can, where it rotted over time and was eventualy compacted. the brother of the orange got to fuck the juices straight out of the body of the horribly misshapen pear's body. all in all happy ending. Exept for all the brave fruits that lost their lives to the unforgiving hand of the human female, and were made into a very large peice of crap.