Crossover of Doom II:Nightmare on Fic Street
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Adult ++
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Crossover of Doom II:Nightmare on Fic Street
The Ultimate Crossover of Doom II: Nightmare on Fic Street
A/N: If you make it to the end, drop a line saying “I made it all the way to the end!” We’ll be impressed. This time, we drew fandom’s from a hat, and then situations such as ‘random cutting’, ‘yuri’, ‘awkward sexual tension’, etc. This is an abomination. I promise. Have fun, also if anyone else has tried this as a drinking game, let us know, heh, we’ll read yours too. Or some of might, anyways.
“Alms for an ex-celebrity!” called Michael Palin. Despite his insistences that his career was “not quite dead”, the PBS special gave him away.
A blonde boy with a metal arm (and a metal suit of armor) walked by and dropped a coin in Michael Palin’s hat. “ ‘Alf a denari for a bloody ex-Python!”
An evil looking white-haired man slunk after the two boys- toting two others on flowing ribbons of bondage +2. He was leering oddly at the suit of armor.
“I once told Jesus he would regret not coming to the dark said,” Dr. Muraki said. “You two are having fun right?”
The two in ribbon bondage just looked on since ribbons also gagged their mouths.
“Yeah, that Jesus was quite a character. Told him all that good would get him killed. No good deed goes unpunished and all that. Oh well, at least he was good in bed…” Dr. Muraki trailed off because he lost his memories.
Omi walks by this odd display and decides to cheer up the scene more by placing flowers in the bondage of the two tied up. And walks on by heading towards the flower shop.
At the flower shop, Goyjo waits quietly staring at the young boy coming his way. He really, really, really, needed a bouquet or something for Sanzo. That freak was gonna kill him this time, and real final kill too. He lights up a cigarette and waves to the young man with flowers hurrying his way. “Ey. You the flower boy?” he yells.
About that time a highly-acclaimed detective came by and spouted something that sounded impressive, but was actually the kind of bullshit that one would believe only Steven Bocko could write. For no explicable reason, he solves the case of the ribbon flower bondage and Emmy’s change hands.
Suddenly a tiny girl in a frilly pink pinafore bounced up to the scene and brandished a pink wand. “CLOW CARD!” The entire street and all its inhabitants disappeared into a card. “YAAAY! I got the bad fic card!” Tomoyo smiled sweetly at Sakura.
Baby Smurf crawled by and yoinked the clow card. Papa Smurf chased after him yelling, and being chased by Gargamel in a dress and pink pumps.
Janelle left the black web on Bad Fanfic Street. She looked at the Smurfs. What strange sorts of kindred they were. Uncle Saetan followed behind her. “No I absolutely will not all them in SaDiablo Hall. You are at your limit; you cannot bring any more pets home even if they are kindred.”
Gandalf sitting on a bench off the street of Bad Fanfic. Watching the strangeness ensue. “Hmm, when did the Hobbits turn blue?” he ponders while getting up to the Shire to find the answers to this riddle.
Kirk looked deeply into Spock’s eyes. Despite his half-Vulcan nature the alien could be quite passionate. He moved his hands underneath Spock’s shirt oblivious to the exasperated sigh. “Captain. This is Bad Fanfic Street. Despite this, I truly have no feelings for you.” Kirk just continued on with the “seduction” of his first officer.
Then Kirk kissed Spock, and he promptly died. Confused, poor Kirk watched as George Lucas walked up to him. “That wasn’t a good example for young fans,” said Lucas so he promptly waved his Wookie and reset the scene. “This time Spock will kiss you first,” proclaimed Lucas. Spock did, and then died again.
“That’s not how that was supposed to go!” whined Hayden Christianson.
“You’re right Hayden,” said George, “how about you and Jar-Jar kiss him…that should be wholesome enough to counter the effects of Kirk’s kiss.” They did. They died…and there was much rejoicing.
“Yabba dabba doo!” Spock shrieked.
“Hey, that’s my trademark!” Fred Flintstone stalked angrily past George Lucas to slap Spock across the face. “What next, you gonna boff my Wilma too? You wanna kick my dinosaur? What do I have left?” Fred pulled out a piece of obsidian and left a crimson trail of loneliness along his wrists.
Anita Blake stormed in guns blazing and proceeded to alternately shoot and have sex with everyone in the room. As she finished fucking Wilma and Dino on top of George Lucas’s twitching corpse she glanced up and said, “Hey, what the fuck?”
“There are some serious raptors in here,” Anita continued. “Where did they come from? Looks like I’m ass deep in alligators…errmm…raptors again. Edward, could you pass the AK-47 please?”
Anita takes the AK-47 and wastes the raptors in the room. “Hmm this is not enough.” She pulls out the knife in her boot and begins to cut the soft skin along her arm. “Mmmm, sweet, sweet pain.”
“No my love!” Wilma ran towards Anita. “Don’t do it! You know that cutting is bad for you! Please…Anita…I…I love you!” Wilma spluttered blushing as red as her hair. Anita looked up from her knife…Wilma *loved* her. That changed everything!
Watching the two ladies profess their affections and get their freak on, the spirit of competition ignited with the cold steel of Alfonso Elric’s armor. “Shall we show these hobags what’s up Papa Smurf?”
“Shit yeah...” the wizened old Smurf replied, “it’s time for ROBO-COCK!” as he dropped his crimson trousers exposing his wrinkly blue ass.
Alfonso triggered his powerful pelvic piston and ramrodded it into the tiny chieftain.
Then God sayeth unto them. “No do not do these sinful acts! It is for penises that poon was made. Now go on and get you some poon! Put that away!” AND THEN THERE WAS POINTLESS HETEROSEXUAL SEX AND IT WAS GOOD, SO SAYETH THE LORD.
Suddenly all the fornicating couples *BAMPFED!* to Middle Earth. Gandalf put down his pipe. “Man, that’s some good hit,” he muttered passing the pipe to Michael Palin, who had stopped begging for alms. They both blinked in a decidedly stoned manner as the couples got run over between clashing armies of Uruk-Hai and mounted Rohrrim cavalry. Papa Smurf’s dick and left arm went flying in direction completely opposite the rest of his body and there was much cathartic gore to make me feel better.
Now while everyone was occupied Dr. Muraki decided to take gross advantage. “Dear Omi of the assassin flower shop,” yes the obvious cover was no match for him, “won’t you come this way I have some pretty ribbons for you.” Omi, being the cheerful Chibi-assassin he was fell for it and proceeded to find himself raped in numerous ways that he nonetheless enjoyed for no explainable reason other than the fact that they were on Bad Fanfiction Street.
Then suddenly the cheesy porn music starts up and everyone all over started a big orgy. The sound of Pleasure could be heard from the Shire to that SaDiablo Hall. Everyone orgasmed 99 times and fell exhausted.
*Last night they had a bad one for a mile or two down the road.*
The whole crowd lay in a dazed pile on the floor.
*In a minute or less I can be dressed to kill*
The entire group jumped up fighting over stilettos, corsets and rouge. Muraki seemed to win the best costumes, eerily enough.
As Gandalf and Michael Palin passed their pipe full of “weed” back and forth, the former Python member suggested maybe the time had come for something new. Fortunately for the two stoned old gentlemen along came Mr. Rogers singing what a wonderful day it was in his neighborhood. He tossed the pair some X which they popped without hesitation. Perhaps it was the carnage, perhaps it was the ecstasy, perhaps it was Papa Smurf’s severed blue cock lying still erect on the ground. Still, both men couldn’t help but feel oddly aroused by the whole thing wondering about his companion…Would he please be? Could he please? Fucking hell, how long till he’ll be his neighbor? One never can tell here on Fanfic Street.
A/N: If you make it to the end, drop a line saying “I made it all the way to the end!” We’ll be impressed. This time, we drew fandom’s from a hat, and then situations such as ‘random cutting’, ‘yuri’, ‘awkward sexual tension’, etc. This is an abomination. I promise. Have fun, also if anyone else has tried this as a drinking game, let us know, heh, we’ll read yours too. Or some of might, anyways.
“Alms for an ex-celebrity!” called Michael Palin. Despite his insistences that his career was “not quite dead”, the PBS special gave him away.
A blonde boy with a metal arm (and a metal suit of armor) walked by and dropped a coin in Michael Palin’s hat. “ ‘Alf a denari for a bloody ex-Python!”
An evil looking white-haired man slunk after the two boys- toting two others on flowing ribbons of bondage +2. He was leering oddly at the suit of armor.
“I once told Jesus he would regret not coming to the dark said,” Dr. Muraki said. “You two are having fun right?”
The two in ribbon bondage just looked on since ribbons also gagged their mouths.
“Yeah, that Jesus was quite a character. Told him all that good would get him killed. No good deed goes unpunished and all that. Oh well, at least he was good in bed…” Dr. Muraki trailed off because he lost his memories.
Omi walks by this odd display and decides to cheer up the scene more by placing flowers in the bondage of the two tied up. And walks on by heading towards the flower shop.
At the flower shop, Goyjo waits quietly staring at the young boy coming his way. He really, really, really, needed a bouquet or something for Sanzo. That freak was gonna kill him this time, and real final kill too. He lights up a cigarette and waves to the young man with flowers hurrying his way. “Ey. You the flower boy?” he yells.
About that time a highly-acclaimed detective came by and spouted something that sounded impressive, but was actually the kind of bullshit that one would believe only Steven Bocko could write. For no explicable reason, he solves the case of the ribbon flower bondage and Emmy’s change hands.
Suddenly a tiny girl in a frilly pink pinafore bounced up to the scene and brandished a pink wand. “CLOW CARD!” The entire street and all its inhabitants disappeared into a card. “YAAAY! I got the bad fic card!” Tomoyo smiled sweetly at Sakura.
Baby Smurf crawled by and yoinked the clow card. Papa Smurf chased after him yelling, and being chased by Gargamel in a dress and pink pumps.
Janelle left the black web on Bad Fanfic Street. She looked at the Smurfs. What strange sorts of kindred they were. Uncle Saetan followed behind her. “No I absolutely will not all them in SaDiablo Hall. You are at your limit; you cannot bring any more pets home even if they are kindred.”
Gandalf sitting on a bench off the street of Bad Fanfic. Watching the strangeness ensue. “Hmm, when did the Hobbits turn blue?” he ponders while getting up to the Shire to find the answers to this riddle.
Kirk looked deeply into Spock’s eyes. Despite his half-Vulcan nature the alien could be quite passionate. He moved his hands underneath Spock’s shirt oblivious to the exasperated sigh. “Captain. This is Bad Fanfic Street. Despite this, I truly have no feelings for you.” Kirk just continued on with the “seduction” of his first officer.
Then Kirk kissed Spock, and he promptly died. Confused, poor Kirk watched as George Lucas walked up to him. “That wasn’t a good example for young fans,” said Lucas so he promptly waved his Wookie and reset the scene. “This time Spock will kiss you first,” proclaimed Lucas. Spock did, and then died again.
“That’s not how that was supposed to go!” whined Hayden Christianson.
“You’re right Hayden,” said George, “how about you and Jar-Jar kiss him…that should be wholesome enough to counter the effects of Kirk’s kiss.” They did. They died…and there was much rejoicing.
“Yabba dabba doo!” Spock shrieked.
“Hey, that’s my trademark!” Fred Flintstone stalked angrily past George Lucas to slap Spock across the face. “What next, you gonna boff my Wilma too? You wanna kick my dinosaur? What do I have left?” Fred pulled out a piece of obsidian and left a crimson trail of loneliness along his wrists.
Anita Blake stormed in guns blazing and proceeded to alternately shoot and have sex with everyone in the room. As she finished fucking Wilma and Dino on top of George Lucas’s twitching corpse she glanced up and said, “Hey, what the fuck?”
“There are some serious raptors in here,” Anita continued. “Where did they come from? Looks like I’m ass deep in alligators…errmm…raptors again. Edward, could you pass the AK-47 please?”
Anita takes the AK-47 and wastes the raptors in the room. “Hmm this is not enough.” She pulls out the knife in her boot and begins to cut the soft skin along her arm. “Mmmm, sweet, sweet pain.”
“No my love!” Wilma ran towards Anita. “Don’t do it! You know that cutting is bad for you! Please…Anita…I…I love you!” Wilma spluttered blushing as red as her hair. Anita looked up from her knife…Wilma *loved* her. That changed everything!
Watching the two ladies profess their affections and get their freak on, the spirit of competition ignited with the cold steel of Alfonso Elric’s armor. “Shall we show these hobags what’s up Papa Smurf?”
“Shit yeah...” the wizened old Smurf replied, “it’s time for ROBO-COCK!” as he dropped his crimson trousers exposing his wrinkly blue ass.
Alfonso triggered his powerful pelvic piston and ramrodded it into the tiny chieftain.
Then God sayeth unto them. “No do not do these sinful acts! It is for penises that poon was made. Now go on and get you some poon! Put that away!” AND THEN THERE WAS POINTLESS HETEROSEXUAL SEX AND IT WAS GOOD, SO SAYETH THE LORD.
Suddenly all the fornicating couples *BAMPFED!* to Middle Earth. Gandalf put down his pipe. “Man, that’s some good hit,” he muttered passing the pipe to Michael Palin, who had stopped begging for alms. They both blinked in a decidedly stoned manner as the couples got run over between clashing armies of Uruk-Hai and mounted Rohrrim cavalry. Papa Smurf’s dick and left arm went flying in direction completely opposite the rest of his body and there was much cathartic gore to make me feel better.
Now while everyone was occupied Dr. Muraki decided to take gross advantage. “Dear Omi of the assassin flower shop,” yes the obvious cover was no match for him, “won’t you come this way I have some pretty ribbons for you.” Omi, being the cheerful Chibi-assassin he was fell for it and proceeded to find himself raped in numerous ways that he nonetheless enjoyed for no explainable reason other than the fact that they were on Bad Fanfiction Street.
Then suddenly the cheesy porn music starts up and everyone all over started a big orgy. The sound of Pleasure could be heard from the Shire to that SaDiablo Hall. Everyone orgasmed 99 times and fell exhausted.
*Last night they had a bad one for a mile or two down the road.*
The whole crowd lay in a dazed pile on the floor.
*In a minute or less I can be dressed to kill*
The entire group jumped up fighting over stilettos, corsets and rouge. Muraki seemed to win the best costumes, eerily enough.
As Gandalf and Michael Palin passed their pipe full of “weed” back and forth, the former Python member suggested maybe the time had come for something new. Fortunately for the two stoned old gentlemen along came Mr. Rogers singing what a wonderful day it was in his neighborhood. He tossed the pair some X which they popped without hesitation. Perhaps it was the carnage, perhaps it was the ecstasy, perhaps it was Papa Smurf’s severed blue cock lying still erect on the ground. Still, both men couldn’t help but feel oddly aroused by the whole thing wondering about his companion…Would he please be? Could he please? Fucking hell, how long till he’ll be his neighbor? One never can tell here on Fanfic Street.