solidfoamsoul | This is too fun (Reply)

A bit of Instant "Shaun of the Dead" slash.

Very weird. I changed a little just so it would make a bit better sense.

Instant slash generator. A bit like Mad-Libs.

Instant Slash Story!

The darkness was all around as Shaun walked through the backyard down towards Liz's house, random thoughts of licking crossing his mind.

He had been shocked earlier when Liz had told him she often dreamed about Phil involved in fucking with a dog, but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Ed .

One day he would discuss his feelings with Pete, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Ed masturbating himself with blood.

The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the cricket bat he was carrying with him. Would Ed's neck feel like that to his arm?

What would Ed think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating Hog Lumps off Ed's beautiful hand?

Shaun rubbed the cricket bat against his neck whispering Ed's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to Liz's house but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Ed's name into the night.

Meanwhile, Ed had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. The backyard was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Hog Lumps he was carrying and leisurely scratched his neck.

He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Shaun calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Hog Lumps and ran towards the sound of his Pickle's voice.

Ed stumbled through the darkness towards Shaun. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Pickle being attacked by a dog. Was he about to be raped by a Zombie dressed as Phil? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his arm.

Shaun, Shaun, my Pickle, screamed Ed. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Shaun leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the cricket bat and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare hand pointing in the air.

Ed! Shaun gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Pete said you were in Liz's house engaged in some licking with Liz.

No, I was alone in Liz's house with nothing but my blood for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your hand was, and how I would like to stroke my neck against it, and have you kiss my arm, and now I see your hand for myself I realise that not even Phil has a hand to compare with yours.

Oh, Pickle, Pete said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Liz.

What! That old dog, I'd rather get involved in fucking with Zombie, a cricket bat and Hog Lumps than dream of licking with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my arm curl.

Oh, Shaun!

Oh, Ed, my Pickle!

Cue soft music, sounds of licking and fucking, soft focus and fade.........

Horrible, ain't it?

Also, the instant genorator was stolen from