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reddwarfslash2007-12-26 10:48 pm
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Good for a giggle..
Someone on WhoseLineSlash posted this, I took a goosey and had to try it out. It's probably been done before, probably even done on this community but the result was very funny.
Oddly enough, one line of this ridiculous story was rather fitting - I'll leave you to find it!
Oddly enough, one line of this ridiculous story was rather fitting - I'll leave you to find it!
Instant Slash Story - just add nouns
The darkness was all around as Lister walked through Beach down towards his Bunkroom, random thoughts of 69s crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when McGruder had told him she often dreamed about Hollister involved in Blow Job with a Robot Goldfish , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Rimmer .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Kryten, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Rimmer masturbating himself with a Feather Boa.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the Hoover he was carrying with him. Would Rimmer's Eye feel like that to his Elbow?
What would Rimmer think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating Curry off Rimmer's beautiful Shoulders?
Lister rubbed the Hoover against his Eye whispering Rimmer's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his Bunkroom but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Rimmer's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Rimmer had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Beach was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Curry he was carrying and leisurely scratched his Eye.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Lister calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Curry and ran towards the sound of his Smeg Head's voice.
Rimmer stumbled through the darkness towards Lister. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Smeg Head being attacked by a Robot Goldfish. Was he about to be raped by Kochanski dressed as Hollister? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his Elbow.
Lister, Lister, my Smeg Head, screamed Rimmer. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Lister leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the Hoover and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare Shoulders pointing in the air.
Rimmer! Lister gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Kryten said you were in your Bunkroom engaged in some 69 with McGruder.
No, I was alone in my Bunkroom with nothing but my Feather Boa for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your Shoulders was, and how I would like to stroke my Eye against it, and have you kiss my Elbow, and now I see your Shoulders for myself I realise that not even Hollister has a Shoulders to compare with yours.
Oh, Smeg Head, Kryten said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved McGruder.
What! That old Robot Goldfish, I'd rather get involved in Blow Job with Kochanski, a Hoover and Curry than dream of 69 with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my Elbow curl.
Oh, Lister!
Oh, Rimmer, my Smeg Head!
Cue soft music, sounds of 69s and Blow Job, soft focus and fade.........
Here's the link if anyone wants to make any more: http://www.britslash.co.uk/instantslash.html
The darkness was all around as Lister walked through Beach down towards his Bunkroom, random thoughts of 69s crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when McGruder had told him she often dreamed about Hollister involved in Blow Job with a Robot Goldfish , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Rimmer .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Kryten, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Rimmer masturbating himself with a Feather Boa.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the Hoover he was carrying with him. Would Rimmer's Eye feel like that to his Elbow?
What would Rimmer think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating Curry off Rimmer's beautiful Shoulders?
Lister rubbed the Hoover against his Eye whispering Rimmer's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his Bunkroom but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Rimmer's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Rimmer had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Beach was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Curry he was carrying and leisurely scratched his Eye.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Lister calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Curry and ran towards the sound of his Smeg Head's voice.
Rimmer stumbled through the darkness towards Lister. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Smeg Head being attacked by a Robot Goldfish. Was he about to be raped by Kochanski dressed as Hollister? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his Elbow.
Lister, Lister, my Smeg Head, screamed Rimmer. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Lister leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the Hoover and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare Shoulders pointing in the air.
Rimmer! Lister gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Kryten said you were in your Bunkroom engaged in some 69 with McGruder.
No, I was alone in my Bunkroom with nothing but my Feather Boa for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your Shoulders was, and how I would like to stroke my Eye against it, and have you kiss my Elbow, and now I see your Shoulders for myself I realise that not even Hollister has a Shoulders to compare with yours.
Oh, Smeg Head, Kryten said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved McGruder.
What! That old Robot Goldfish, I'd rather get involved in Blow Job with Kochanski, a Hoover and Curry than dream of 69 with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my Elbow curl.
Oh, Lister!
Oh, Rimmer, my Smeg Head!
Cue soft music, sounds of 69s and Blow Job, soft focus and fade.........
Here's the link if anyone wants to make any more: http://www.britslash.co.uk/instantslash.html
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The darkness was all around as Rimmer walked through Alps down towards his hammock, random thoughts of spedlunking crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Nirvana had told him she often dreamed about Ackerman involved in bukkake with a cat , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Lister .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Peterson, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Lister masturbating himself with a toothbrush.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the toothbrush he was carrying with him. Would Lister's bicep feel like that to his abdominal muscles?
What would Lister think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating popadoms off Lister's beautiful gluts?
Rimmer rubbed the toothbrush against his bicep whispering Lister's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his hammock but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Lister's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Lister had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Alps was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the popadoms he was carrying and leisurely scratched his bicep.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Rimmer calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his popadoms and ran towards the sound of his pookie's voice.
Lister stumbled through the darkness towards Rimmer. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his pookie being attacked by a cat. Was he about to be raped by Hollister dressed as Ackerman? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his abdominal muscles.
Rimmer, Rimmer, my pookie, screamed Lister. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Rimmer leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the toothbrush and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare gluts pointing in the air.
Lister! Rimmer gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Peterson said you were in your hammock engaged in some spedlunking with Nirvana.
No, I was alone in my hammock with nothing but my toothbrush for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your gluts was, and how I would like to stroke my bicep against it, and have you kiss my abdominal muscles, and now I see your gluts for myself I realise that not even Ackerman has a gluts to compare with yours.
Oh, pookie, Peterson said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Nirvana.
What! That old cat, I'd rather get involved in bukkake with Hollister, a toothbrush and popadoms than dream of spedlunking with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my abdominal muscles curl.
Oh, Rimmer!
Oh, Lister, my pookie!
Cue soft music, sounds of spedlunking and bukkake, soft focus and fade.........
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