by GrushaVashnadze
This particular Fockit – What is a Fockit? Fockits are
a Tiny People, just small enough to be able to squeeze into and out of a Hole
when they need to, and invisible, indeed one might say ethereal, so that you
would hardly know they were there. You may have unawares noticed one every now
and again when you have felt a little tickle, or a scratchiness when you don’t
expect it – a sure sign of a Fockit on the way in or out of his dwelling-place.
This particular Fockit’s name was (of course) Dildo. He had lived in his Hole
for time out of mind, or at least it seemed so to him, since Fockits have a
different sense of time from you or me, and for them a day can seem like a
year. Other Fockits considered him very respectable, because he never had any
adventures or did anything unexpected. Happily, Dildo’s host, the Big Person to
whom the freehold of his Hole properly belonged, was a Respectable Young Lady,
who never let anything unexpected happen in her Arse-Hole. Indeed, anything
which came out always did so at regular intervals, and was wiped up promptly
and efficiently. And of course, nothing ever went in where it shouldn’t; that,
as far as Dildo was concerned, was not what his Hole was for!
This, however, is a story of how Dildo had an
adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. For
by some curious chance one evening, Dildo was sitting relaxing after dinner, halfway
down the Tunnel into which his Hole widened, when he heard noises upstairs.
Well, actually, that hardly does justice to it, for noises upstairs are par for
the course in a Fockit Hole. Dildo was not entirely sure what went on upstairs,
as he rarely ventured that far, but almost nightly did he hear sounds of dribbling
and squelching and such things through the richly-scented plush maroon walls of
his home. Sometimes the ceiling seemed to pulsate, as if all manner of
momentous events was taking place upstairs. Occasionally he heard the
Respectable Young Lady moaning and squealing with apparent pleasure, even
calling out things like “Oh yeah, eat my pussy, baby, that’s so fuckin’ good!”
or “Now ram that fuckin’ dick in me, stud. Go on, fill me up with that big
cock!”
It was when he heard the latter command that Dildo
knew things were about to get a bit unstable, and he instinctively held onto some
of his more precious belongings just in case. For it was then that the ceiling and
walls would seem to compress and pulsate even more wildly than normal, and the
Respectable Young Lady became noisier and noiser: “Fuck me, baby, fuck me! I’m
gonna fuckin’ come, gonna fuckin’ come all over your big fuckin’ dick. Go on,
faster, I said faster, ya filthy fuckstud, make me fuckin’ come, oh yeah, oh
yeah, oh my fuckin’ Gawd, yeah FUUUUUUUCK!!!”
Other people with less patience than Dildo might have
grown annoyed by this sort of inconvenience, but Fockits are fundamentally a
patient people, happy at home, content in their invisible domesticity, and well
used to the occasional short-lived neighbourly disturbance (especially from
upstairs). In short, they take the rough with the smooth – and so did Dildo.
One evening, however, something highly unexpected
happened: there was a knock at the Door. Now, I say “knock at the Door” because
that is the closest thing to it that you or I might be familiar with, but of
course it was not at all like that, as Dildo’s Hole did not have a Front Door
as such, and therefore one could not properly knock on it. Instead it had a
sort of puckered Opening, usually kept tightly shut, and widening from the
inside only when necessary in order to let things out. But this evening, something
was, unaccountably, trying to come in: something large, firm but flexible was
pushing at the Front Door from outside.
“Well, this is queer doings,” muttered the Fockit to
himself, as he cocked his ear attentively to try to work out what was
happening. Upstairs the squelching and pulsating seemed to have paused, but
Dildo could hear the voice of the Respectable Young Lady saying, “Oh no, babe,
you know I’m not good at that… really, it’s too tight… and you’re too big for
me there! Come on, fuck my pussy instead, babe, come in my cunt, you know you
like that…”
Dildo was, of course, in full agreement with the
Respectable Young Lady, and hoped that whoever it was would soon see reason and
do exactly as he was asked. There was a pause, during which Dildo held his
breath in anticipation, before he heard the Young Lady’s voice again; “Oh all
right, babe, but just one finger, hey? And use lots of lube, won’t ya?”
Dildo was most perturbed and bewildered – and even
more so as he beheld his beloved Front Door, the happily puckered, safely shut exit
Aperture from his Hole, being prised open from without, and a large,
slime-coated Big Person’s Finger inserted.
“OH FUCK!” screeched the Respectable Young Lady. “THAT
FEELS SO FUCKIN’ GOOD!”
“Oh no it doesn’t,” thought the Fockit to himself as,
without so much as an if-you-please, the lubricated Finger began sliding in and
out of his Hole, making Dildo retreat even deeper into the warm depths of his Tunnel.
“This is not on, this is just not on!” he muttered.
But sadly, the Respectable Young Lady appeared to have
no intention of seeking Dildo’s opinion on the matter and, what is worse, had
overcome some of her previous reservations. “Oh yeah, that’s it, babe, that’s
better,” she said, “Open it up, use your fingers to lube it up, then maybe I’ll
let ya fuck it!” Whoever it was was now inserting two huge Fingers into Dildo’s
beloved Hole, squelching impertinently around his entrance hallway with yet
more slimy, gloopy lubricant – then three Fingers, as the Young Lady squealed,
“Oh fuck, baby, you gonna turn me into a fuckin’ anal slut? You got my arse all
gaping for ya now! You gonna slide your big dick in there, fuck my shithole raw
with that monster cock?”
The Respectable Young Lady continued to jabber
excitedly in like manner, and Dildo did not pretend to understand half of what
she was saying – but it did sound quite alarming and dangerous. He retreated
further down his Tunnel, hoping against hope that the threatened “Monster Cock”
would not be as terrifying as it sounded.
He was, of course, wrong.
I will spare you the gruesome details, Dear Reader,
for I am sure you are a Person of delicacy and tact, and – well, it was the
worst night Dildo had ever had in his life, and by the time it was over, his
dear beloved Hole was, as far as he was concerned, utterly ruined. The Front Door
was no longer tightly puckered, but winked open and shut at random. The smooth,
moist maroon walls were chafed and raw. And everything – floors, ceilings, soft
furnishings and furniture – was covered with a thick but uneven coating of gloopy
chlorine-scented slime, which the Respectable Young Lady was now scooping out
of the ruined Front Door with her own Fingers, as she whimpered, “Oh yeah, babe,
did ya like comin’ in me fuckin’ arse? Watch me eat yer fuckin’ cum out of me
arsehole, yeah, babe? Watch me slurp it off me fuckin’ fingers, ya dirty boy!
You like your new anal slut girlfriend, baby? Wanna fuck me filthy arse every fuckin’
night?”
“Over my dead body!” screamed Dildo in response. But
of course, Big People, whether Respectable or not, are not good at
understanding Fockit, or even recognising it as a language, and all they heard
was a brief egress of Wind – to which the Respectable Young Lady responded, “Hear
that, babe? Hear me fart your fuckin’ cum out me fuckin’ arse like an anal
whore?” before bursting into a long filthy cackle.
Dildo spent most of the rest of the night cleaning out
his Hole, scraping the slime off the walls and furnishings, gently massaging
the Front Door back into shape, and making his home a place to be proud of
again, before dragging himself to bed in the wee hours of the morning.
If he had been a more worldly-wise Fockit, he would
have woken up knowing that he had to do something quite radical in response to
this new turn of events. But Fockits are generally well-meaning domestic types
who presume the best of people (even Big People) and who don’t like to make a
fuss – especially if doing so might involve anything remotely resembling an adventure,
which for a Fockit means anything beyond his Front Door. And so, for the next few
nights, Dildo sat in his Hole hoping against hope that this time it would be
different, that the Respectable Young Lady would revert to her former habits, and
leave her Hole well alone. But he was sorely disappointed: the Young Lady was
clearly enjoying her new discovery, and the Monster Cock was obedient to her command
to “fuck me arse every fuckin’ night…” – for that is precisely what happened.
Poor Dildo! Early in the morning after his fifth
sleepless night spent scrubbing gloop and slime off his floors and ceilings, he
decided he had to act. And so, for the first time in a very long time indeed,
he left his Hole for the Outside World.
Squeezing himself out of his Front Door was a lot
easier than it had ever been before, as it had loosened considerably from the
past five nights of external penetration. Outside, things seemed almost normal.
All was quiet, and all was calm; the Respectable Young Lady was probably
sleeping soundly after the night before, Dildo thought, and so he decided to do
something he had never done in his life before: explore upstairs.
Fockits are good at climbing, and so Dildo had little
trouble hoisting himself onto the external upper rim of his Hole, whence he
began his ascent. As first he climbed through lands familiar to him, mainly
smooth, only slightly crinkly of skin, with the occasional thick wiry strand of
hair to get in the way. Later, however, the hair began to grow thicker, eventually
beginning to form a forest of thick damp curly strands, moist and pungent.
It was when he hoisted himself upwards again into a
cleft between two soft, thick, pink walls of flesh that he gasped in
astonishment. He had never seen anything like this: it seemed to be beginning
of an entrance to a Hole – but not any kind of Hole he was familiar with. This
was not an Arse-Hole, tight, modestly proportioned and reassuring in its
domesticity – but something more opulent and wondrous than he had ever seen
before. The walls of the cleft in which he stood rose in grandiose style
upwards and outwards, revealing within yet more walls and flaps of juicy soft
pink flesh. They were moist, and their damp surface exuded a fragrance the like
of which Dildo had never experienced before: strong, intoxicating, and quite irresistible.
High above his head, so high he could barely make it out, the two outer pink
walls angled inwards and merged into a sort of large button, housed within
another flap of pink skin. But the Opening at the centre of this magnificent
cathedral of damp flesh was so different from the once tightly puckered Aperture
of his Fockit Hole: this was gentle and flexible, so moist it was dripping, and
the folds and flaps of flesh so soft and clement they seemed to invite one in.
This – whatever it was – was clearly designed, in contradistinction to Dildo’s Arse-Hole,
to be overwhelmingly alluring, and Dildo could not resist. He pushed gently,
and found himself drawn in.
“Oh!” exclaimed Dildo, as he felt the fragrant moist
walls close softly over and behind him, and he found himself enveloped by the
lush damp interior of the new Hole. “This is lovely!”
“Isn’t it just?” came a voice – and Dildo jumped with
alarm.
The other voice giggled. “Oops, did I startle you? I must
say, I am quite surprised to see you here. I thought Fockits like you never
left their Arse-Holes!”
Dildo was alarmed. He had never heard a voice so
charming and alluring before – but he was a naturally cautious Fockit, and did
not dare respond, instead looking around frantically to try to work out where
the voice was coming from.
“I’m up here,” called the voice, “above the G-Spot.”
Dildo looked up. The floor of the tunnel angled
slightly upwards in front of him, and the ceiling above where he had entered
looked somewhat rougher than the rest. But beyond that, perched on another flap
of juicy pink skin, was – well, what do you think? Dildo had never seen
anything quite so beautiful in his life. Now, when I say “seen”, of course I
don’t mean that literally. The creature the Fockit now perceived was, like
Dildo himself, ethereal – but Fockits, being also creatures of invisibility,
have ways of seeing things that you and I could only dream about. And in his
Fockit way of looking, the creature he beheld now was utterly beautiful.
Imagine, if you would, the most charming, lovely, gorgeous Person you can, and
that will take you perhaps halfway towards how Dildo now suddenly felt as he
beheld the vision of loveliness before him.
The creature giggled, apparently aware of the effect
she was having on Dildo. “I’m Belladonna,” she smiled.
“Wha– what are you?” stuttered Dildo – and it was as
much as he could manage just to get those words out, so flustered and enchanted
was he.
“I’m a Lickit,” answered Belladonna. “And this is my
Cunt,” she gestured to the fragrant pink cathedral which enfolded them.
“You’re very beautiful,” said Dildo, “and I’ve never
been in a Cunt before. What’s this place for?”
The Lickit tittered. “Oh, how typically Fockit! Have
you lived your entire life with your head up your Arse-Hole?”
Dildo instantly felt embarrassed and naïve, compared
to this lovely, sophisticated creature he had just met. “Er… yes,” he admitted,
somewhat shamefacedly.
“And what is your name?” asked the Lickit.
“Dildo,” replied the Fockit.
“That’s a nice name,” answered the Lickit. “Sometimes
the Respectable Young Lady sticks something in here which she calls her ‘Dildo’.
But I must say, you are rather pleasant in comparison.”
“Oh, does she often stick things in here?” asked
Dildo. “I must say, it is rather lovely and inviting – especially the look of
your Front Door. I can imagine all sorts of creatures might like to come in
here.”
“Oh, you have no idea!” laughed the Lickit. “Tongues, Fingers,
dildos, Cocks. The Cocks are the worst, they leave such a mess behind, though
one does get used to the taste after a while. Does she stick a lot of things
into your Hole too?”
“Oh, well, in the past, no, never at all,” replied
Dildo nervously. “But recently it’s become most unpleasant. I think it’s been
one of those… ‘Cocks’ – is that what you call them? It keeps forcing its way in
– and it’s really not good for my Front Door, or anything else for that matter!
That’s why I came exploring today: I just don’t know what to do! But it does
sound like you’ve grown used to it…?”
“Oh, it’s not so bad. The Big People call it ‘fucking’
– that’s when a Cock barges in somewhere. In the past Respectable Young Ladies
only let their Cunts get fucked. But these days – well, what is the world
coming to?”
“What indeed?” Dildo commiserated. “Life used to be so
peaceful in my Hole. But – ‘fucking’? What’s that all about? What’s the point?
Can’t the Big People just leave their Holes alone? That would be so much easier
for us all, wouldn’t it?”
Belladonna chuckled. “It would, of course. But they
really like fucking, and are not very good at resisting the temptation, I’ve
found. You must admit, you did say my Cunt was attractive, didn’t you?”
“Of course!” replied the Fockit. “Lovely, and
beautiful, and fragrant – just as you are! Although…” Dildo paused, wondering
if he was being a bit too forward – as he was a well brought-up Fockit and had
always been taught not to be too pushy.
“Oh, that’s a nice thing to say,” replied Belladonna.
“But I have a suggestion. You said you didn’t quite see what the Big People see
in fucking. Would you like to fuck me? That might help to you understand…”
“Goodness!” said Dildo. “Well, I suppose that might
help. But how can I fuck you? I mean, I don’t have a ‘Monster Cock’, or
whatever it was the Respectable Young Lady called it. And even if I did, where
would I put it?”
“Of course, of course, Dildo. We invisible Tiny People
don’t fuck the way the Big People do. But I can teach you how we can do it –
which, I promise you, feels just as good.”
“Oh! Have you done a lot of fucking?” asked Dildo.
“Rather,” answered the Lickit. “Creatures are always
dropping in for a fuck. Something about the Cunt: it just pulls them in…”
“I can understand that!” replied the Fockit. “Well, so
what do we do?” But Dildo had no chance to listen to Belladonna’s answer, for
at that moment he felt the floor of the Cunt move, and the walls and ceiling
pulsate. “Oh! What’s that?” he exclaimed.
“Oops, she’s waking up!” said the Lickit.
“Is that bad?” asked Dildo.
“Well, it depends…” mused Belladonna out loud.
But her uncertainty was short-lived, for they were
interrupted by the sound of the Respectable Young Lady’s voice murmuring (and
Dildo noticed how much louder it sounded up here in the Cunt than it ever did
down in his Arse-Hole), “Babe, I’m feelin’ horny again, babe, fuck me again
will ya?”
Dildo groaned. “What, again?!” he sighed.
But Belladonna, evidently more used to this sort of
behaviour than Dildo, said, “Come on, let’s watch from the outside; it’s safer
that way.” And she grabbed the Fockit by the hand and led him out the Front Door
of her Cunt into the grand squelchy pink front porch where he had first
arrived. “Up here,” she said, pulling Dildo up one of the Respectable Young
Lady’s moist pink Cunt lips, past the hooded button at the top of the entrance
way (“That’s called ‘The Clit’”, she explained helpfully), and into the thickly
forested patch just above. “This is called Pubic Hair,” explained Belladonna.
It’s a good place to wait until they’re done. We can hide, but get a good view
at the same time.”
Well! The next half an hour was quite an eye-opener
for Dildo. He had never seen anything like it before. The Monster Cock seemed
even bigger than he remembered it from his Hole the night before. “Angle is
everything,” he reminded himself as he looked down and watched the stiff
bulging shaft slide in and out of the Cunt, smelt the scent of Cunt become
richer and more fulsome than ever before, heard the squelching sounds from the
outside rather than from behind the walls of his Hole, and listened to the respectable
Young Lady providing continuous instructions to the Monster Cock: “Oh yeah,
that’s so fuckin’ good, babe: I love it when ya wake me up with a nice fuck. Go
on, darlin’, slide that fucker in and out o’ me wet cunt, grind it against me
fuckin’ clit, yeah, like that!”
Belladonna giggled a lot throughout the process –
though apparently more in amusement at Dildo’s wide-eyed fascination with this
whole novel enterprise than the fucking itself. (She had clearly seen plenty of
the latter.) Thankfully, the Respectable Young Lady was content with being
fucked in her Cunt this time, and when she started to thrash more violently
from side to side and squeal things like “Oh yeah, babe, I’m gonna fuckin’
come, fuck me harder, babe, harder, I wanna, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck – oh my
fuckin’ GAAAWD!” – Belladonna signalled to Dildo to hold on tight to a tuft of
Pubic Hair in order to stop being thrown off entirely in the approaching
climax.
The Lickit’s only moment of surprise came when the
Respectable Young Lady screeched, “Now, jizz on me face while I come, babe, go
on, paint me fuckin’ face wiv yer cum, like I’m a fuckin’ pornstar! I wanna
fuckin’ taste it!”
“Oh good,” sighed Belladonna. “That should save us
both some cleaning up!”
Dildo was a bit confused. “What, you mean they
sometimes…”
“Oh, all sorts of places: Face, Tits, Feet, Hair,
Belly Button, Armpit, I’ve seen it all… and Cunt of course – both inside and
out. You’re lucky they only recently started doing the Arse-Hole thing: I’ve
been putting up with this for…”
But Belladonna’s explanation was drowned out by
another burst of joyful squealing from the Respectable Young Lady. The Monster
Cock ceased fucking the Cunt and withdrew, throbbing, looming darkly over Belladonna
and Dildo as it made its way rapidly up the Young Lady’s body, past the massive
jiggly twin mounds in the distance (which Dildo was later to discover were
called “Tits”), and out of sight towards where, he presumed, her “Fuckin’ Face”
must be located. From their vantage point amidst the Pubic Hair neither of them
could see what was going on so far away – but they could definitely hear. The
Respectable Young Lady positioned two of her Fingers at her Clit, which was now
swollen and stiff, and began rubbing it furiously as she screeched at the top
of her voice, “YEAH FUUUUCK!!! FUCKIN’ COMING, BABE. SQUIRT YER FUCKIN’ JIZZ
ALL OVER ME FUCKIN’ SLUT FACE – YEAAAAAHHHHH!!!
Belladonna and Dildo held tight to their respective
strands of Pubic Hair, as the whole neighbourhood – Clit, Cunt and Pubic Mound
– spasmed and jerked, and the Respectable Young Lady thrashed wildly from side
to side, her many Fingers alternating between Clit and Cunt, from outside to
inside and back again as she continued screeching incoherently – the noise dampened
by a sudden glubbing, gagging sound, followed by a lengthy period of sucking
and smooching. “Oh yeah, love suckin’ the man-cum outta yer cock, babe, go on, ram
it down me froat, let me gag on yer – aaargh…” Then (“At last!” muttered Dildo)
the Young Lady stopped speaking, though the gurgling noises continued for a few
minutes, as she continued all the while to caress her Clit and the dribbly outer
flaps of her Cunt with her Fingers.
Gradually, the writhing and thrashing subsided, the
noises emanating from the unseen “Fuckin’ Slut Face” calmed, and the
Respectable Young Lady slipped back into soft, deep contented moans. Belladonna
grinned at Dildo from her strand of Pubic Hair. “See?” she said. “That’s what
Big People call ‘fucking’!”
“Well…” stuttered Dildo. “They seem to enjoy it a lot.
But how can we do it? I don’t have a ‘Monster Cock’ or anything like
that – and even if I did, I can’t see how –”
Belladonna held up her palm to stop Dildo speaking –
or at least, she did the Lickit equivalent which, though invisible, is at least
as effective. And then, smiling and beckoning with gentle authority, she said: “Come
here, Dildo.” And Dildo did.
Dear Reader, if you are a Big Person (and I presume
you are) you may find the next bit of this story a touch underwhelming – but
that’s probably because you have your own Big People’s idea of what fucking is
like. But of course, for invisible, ethereal Tiny People like Lickits and
Fockits, it can’t be the same – though, you may be pleased to know, it has
similarly pleasurable effects. And so Belladonna and Dildo fucked, in their own
Fockit-Lickit way, and they enjoyed it very much. Belladonna felt taken, filled,
completed; and Dildo felt held, swallowed up, caressed all over. Belladonna
felt her pleasure grow and spread, till it took her over completely, made her
tingle from head to toe with ecstasy; Dildo’s pleasure became more and more
intense and focussed, till he felt ready to explode with joy. And as they
reached their perfectly-timed simultaneous climax, Belladonna squealed, “Oh,
fuck me, Dildo, fuck me, I’m cominggggg!” And though Dildo did not know what to
say in reply, he followed suit and came too; and the feeling which washed over
him then was more lovely than anything he had ever felt in his life before.
As they lay recovering from their climax, they laughed
and smiled happily, and Belladonna said, “That was very nice, Dildo. You’re
better at fucking than most of the visitors I get here.”
“Oh, that’s good,” replied the Fockit, though he
really didn’t know what he had done to deserve the compliment. “I liked it very
much too, Belladonna. So you must also be good at fucking, if that’s the way it
works. But the thing is, the reason I actually left my Hole was to see if I
could find out what to do about this Monster Cock problem I keep having. How –”
“Oh, Dildo, stop being so Anal!” interrupted
Belladonna. “I know your fastidiousness makes perfect sense back home in your Arse-Hole
– but here, now, having seen a bit more of the great wide world, try to be just
a touch more relaxed, shan’t you? Didn’t you enjoy our fuck?”
Dildo felt chastened. “Oh… yes, of course, Belladonna,
very much so. And of course, I like you very much too. You’re very good at…
fucking…” Embarrassed and confused, he wanted to say more, but didn’t know
what.
Belladonna grinned cheekily. “Well, then, fuck me some
more, Dildo,” she invited. “Maybe… every day? Even, all the time?”
“Oh!” said Dildo. “Yes, I’d like that very much,
Belladonna. Can I stay here then? I mean, it’s ever so nice in your Cunt –
though I would need to go home every now and again, just to make sure
everything’s as it should be, of course, and –”
Belladonna held her finger up to Dildo’s lips – or at
least, she did the Tiny Ethereal Person’s equivalent, which was just as
effective. And so Dildo stopped speaking, and allowed himself, despite his habitually
scrupulous nature, to relax, and to succumb once more to the Lickit’s luscious
allure.
And so they fucked again. And again. And again.
Dear Reader, I may as well tell you: Dildo never fully
solved the dilemma of what to do when the Respectable Young Lady wished to have
her Arse-Hole fucked. And he never managed to completely protect his Front Door
against the intrusions of the Monster Cock. So if you were hoping for a story
with a neat tidy ending like that, then I am afraid you will remain
disappointed. Life is complicated and unpredictable, no more so than the life
of a Fockit, even a quiet unadventurous sort like Dildo.
However, I can tell you that Dildo and Belladonna
became the best of fuckers, and the best of friends, from then on. They often
spent their evenings perched in each other’s arms at their favourite viewing
spot in the Pubic Hair, or on one or other of the Big Jiggly Tits, or even
snuggled warmly into the Pierced Belly Button, watching one Monster Cock or
another pound in and out of Cunt or Arse-Hole or Slut Face, enjoying the
spectacle, admiring the technique, giggling with amusement at the vocal
soundtrack, and sometimes vicariously sharing in the Respectable Young Lady’s happiness.
And when the Monster Cock had gone home, and the Young
Lady had fallen asleep, and all was calm and squelchy in the Cunt again,
instead of immediately dashing around wiping cum off the walls, or trying to
rescue the ravaged Front Door, Dildo would say, “Bella, let’s fuck.” And then
they would do just that.
You see, what Dildo discovered in Belladonna was
something more valuable, more special than the neat tidy domesticity which he
had always valued – indeed, more special than anything he could ever have
imagined: someone to fuck, and fuck, and fuck, forever. For fucking, as I am
sure you know, Dear Reader, is a jolly good thing.
And so Dildo and Belladonna fucked each other, with
that perfect balance of joy and tolerance that all good fucking requires, for
the rest of their lives:
for
Better, for Worse,
for Richer, for Poorer,
in Sickness and in Health,
to Fuck and to Cherish…
…
till Death did them Fart.
😉
The End.
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