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Stole this off ghormenghast, and it makes me howl.

Instant Slash Fic Generator!

Go for the obscure and weird possibilities. Cheney/Bush, say.
  • Instant Slash Story!

    The darkness was all around as Blair walked through desert down towards his tent, random thoughts of analingus crossing his mind.

    He had been shocked earlier when Saddam had told him she often dreamed about Jesus involved in fisting with a camel , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Bush.

    One day he would discuss his feelings with Rush, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Bush masturbating himself with a crown of dildos.

    The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the spatula he was carrying with him. Would Bush's testes feel like that to his nipples?

    What would Bush think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating hummus off Bush's beautiful anus?

    Blair rubbed the spatula against his testes whispering Bush's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his tent but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Bush's name into the night.

    Meanwhile, Bush had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. The desert was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the hummus he was carrying and leisurely scratched his testes.

    He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Blair calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his hummus and ran towards the sound of his my sweet little cabbage's voice.

    Bush stumbled through the darkness towards Blair. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his my sweet little cabbage being attacked by a camel. Was he about to be raped by Haliburton dressed as Jesus? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his nipples.

    Blair, Blair, my my sweet little cabbage, screamed Bush. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Blair leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the spatula and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare anus pointing in the air.

    Bush! Blair gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Rush said you were in your tent engaged in some analingus with Saddam.

    No, I was alone in my tent with nothing but my crown of dildos for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your anus was, and how I would like to stroke my testes against it, and have you kiss my nipples, and now
    I see your anus for myself I realise that not even Jesus has a anus to compare with yours.

    Oh, my sweet little cabbage, Rush said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Saddam.

    What! That old camel, I'd rather get involved in fisting with Haliburton, a spatula and hummus than dream of analingus with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my nipples curl.

    Oh, Blair!

    Oh, Bush, my my sweet little cabbage!

    Cue soft music, sounds of analingus and fisting, soft focus and fade.........

    Alison - Up to no good as usual!
  • Me too

    Instant Slash Story!

    The darkness was all around as Charlie Brown walked through the baseball field down towards his Snoopy's Doghouse, random thoughts of sex in impossible positions crossing his mind.

    He had been shocked earlier when Lucy van Pelt had told him she often dreamed about the teacher involved in anal sex with a beagle , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Linus .

    One day he would discuss his feelings with Snoopy, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Linus masturbating himself with a baseball bat.

    The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the toy piano he was carrying with him. Would Linus's gigantic head feel like that to his tiny, tiny feet?

    What would Linus think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating cheese off Linus's beautiful tiny tiny hands?

    Charlie Brown rubbed the toy piano against his gigantic head whispering Linus's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his Snoopy's Doghouse but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Linus's name into the night.

    Meanwhile, Linus had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. the baseball field was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the cheese he was carrying and leisurely scratched his gigantic head.

    He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Charlie Brown calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his cheese and ran towards the sound of his Blockhead!'s voice.

    Linus stumbled through the darkness towards Charlie Brown. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Blockhead! being attacked by a beagle. Was he about to be raped by Pigpen dressed as the teacher? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his tiny, tiny feet.

    Charlie Brown, Charlie Brown, my Blockhead!, screamed Linus. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Charlie Brown leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the toy piano and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare tiny tiny hands pointing in the air.

    Linus! Charlie Brown gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Snoopy said you were in your Snoopy's Doghouse engaged in some sex in impossible positions with Lucy van Pelt.

    No, I was alone in my Snoopy's Doghouse with nothing but my baseball bat for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your tiny tiny hands was, and how I would like to stroke my gigantic head against it, and have you kiss my tiny, tiny feet, and now I see your tiny tiny hands for myself I realise that not even the teacher has a tiny tiny hands to compare with yours.

    Oh, Blockhead!, Snoopy said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Lucy van Pelt.

    What! That old beagle, I'd rather get involved in anal sex with Pigpen, a toy piano and cheese than dream of sex in impossible positions with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my tiny, tiny feet curl.

    Oh, Charlie Brown!

    Oh, Linus, my Blockhead!!

    Cue soft music, sounds of sex in impossible positions and anal sex, soft focus and fade.........

  • *hops on bandwagon*

    *incoherent laughter*


    Instant Slash Story!

    The darkness was all around as Cornelius Fudge walked through Diagon Alley down towards his bedroom, random thoughts of golden showers crossing his mind.

    He had been shocked earlier when Vortexia Weasley had told him she often dreamed about Albus Dumbledore involved in fellatio with a Blast Ended Skrewt , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Gilderoy Lockhart .

    One day he would discuss his feelings with Mundungus Fletch, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Gilderoy Lockhart masturbating himself with a Snake Headed Cane.

    The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the dishwashing fuzzbrush he was carrying with him. Would Gilderoy Lockhart's nipples feel like that to his earlobes?

    What would Gilderoy Lockhart think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating Pumpkin pasties off Gilderoy Lockhart's beautiful penis?

    Cornelius Fudge rubbed the dishwashing fuzzbrush against his nipples whispering Gilderoy Lockhart's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his bedroom but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Gilderoy Lockhart's name into the night.

    Meanwhile, Gilderoy Lockhart had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Diagon Alley was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the Pumpkin pasties he was carrying and leisurely scratched his nipples.

    He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Cornelius Fudge calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his Pumpkin pasties and ran towards the sound of his snuggums's voice.

    Gilderoy Lockhart stumbled through the darkness towards Cornelius Fudge. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his snuggums being attacked by a Blast Ended Skrewt. Was he about to be raped by Lucius Malfoy dressed as Albus Dumbledore? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his earlobes.

    Cornelius Fudge, Cornelius Fudge, my snuggums, screamed Gilderoy Lockhart. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Cornelius Fudge leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the dishwashing fuzzbrush and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare penis pointing in the air.

    Gilderoy Lockhart! Cornelius Fudge gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Mundungus Fletch said you were in your bedroom engaged in some golden showers with Vortexia Weasley.

    No, I was alone in my bedroom with nothing but my Snake Headed Cane for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your penis was, and how I would like to stroke my nipples against it, and have you kiss my earlobes, and now I see your penis for myself I realise that not even Albus Dumbledore has a penis to compare with yours.

    Oh, snuggums, Mundungus Fletch said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Vortexia Weasley.

    What! That old Blast Ended Skrewt, I'd rather get involved in fellatio with Lucius Malfoy, a dishwashing fuzzbrush and Pumpkin pasties than dream of golden showers with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my earlobes curl.

    Oh, Cornelius Fudge!

    Oh, Gilderoy Lockhart, my snuggums!

    Cue soft music, sounds of golden showers and fellatio, soft focus and fade.........
  • Stan Lee Presents

    Instant Slash Story!

    The darkness was all around as Peter David walked through just outside the San Diego Convention Center down towards his the Marriott, random thoughts of reading "Fathom" and masturbating crossing his mind.

    He had been shocked earlier when Gail Simone had told him she often dreamed about Joe Quesada involved in spooning with a sea otter , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Erik Larsen .

    One day he would discuss his feelings with Todd McFarlane, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Erik Larsen masturbating himself with a copy of "Youngblood" #1.

    The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the tape he was carrying with him. Would Erik Larsen's groin feel like that to his adam's apple?

    What would Erik Larsen think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating pretzels off Erik Larsen's beautiful right earlobe?

    Peter David rubbed the magic tape against his groin whispering Erik Larsen's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his the Marriott but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Erik Larsen's name into the night.

    Meanwhile, Erik Larsen had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. just outside the San Diego Convention Center was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the pretzels he was carrying and leisurely scratched his groin.

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

    Erik Larsen stumbled through the darkness towards Peter David. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Hulk being attacked by a sea otter. Was he about to be raped by Stan Lee dressed as Joe Quesada? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his adam's apple.

    Peter David, Peter David, my Hulk, screamed Erik Larsen. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Peter David leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the tape and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare right earlobe pointing in the air.

    Erik Larsen! Peter David gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Todd McFarlane said you were in your the Marriott engaged in some reading "Fathom" and masturbating with Gail Simone.

    No, I was alone in my the Marriott with nothing but my copy of "Youngblood" #1 for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your right earlobe was, and how I would like to stroke my groin against it, and have you kiss my adam's apple, and now I see your right earlobe for myself I realise that not even Joe Quesada has a right earlobe to compare with yours.

    Oh, Hulk, Todd McFarlane said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Gail Simone.

    What! That old sea otter, I'd rather get involved in spooning with Stan Lee, a tape and pretzels than dream of reading "Fathom" and masturbating with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my adam's apple curl.

    Oh, Peter David!

    Oh, Erik Larsen, my Hulk!

    Cue soft music, sounds of reading "Fathom" and masturbating and spooning, soft focus and fade.........
  • The really sad thing is, that the this slash generator makes better stories than some of the slash writers out there! :P

    Ghormy
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