Wuten x Wuten x Zuul. A Skype request.

> You are Wuten, the king of spaghetti and OC's. You have been  working on "Anon and the Happy Mask salesman" while listening to the song of healing far into the night.

> As you are writing you fondly remember one of your earlier works, Sonic Boom. You stop typing and begin to peruse your mlp folder( which is hidden in 17 subfolders of an old /b/ folder and labeled as dwarf bondage and scat) for images of her. Just as you pull up a picture of SB the power goes out.

> Everything but your laptop has turned off, the screen pure static, and an image slowly comes into focus. There before you on a Mesopotamian pyramid stood Zuul, the Demon hound, Minion of Gozer, and The Gate Keeper off of Ghostbusters.

> "Are you the Keymaster?" Zuul inquires as she peers into your eyes.

> You summon your Keyblade, ready yourself for battle, and reply yes.

> "Very good." Prepare yourself, for we must join." she says in a manner quite sultry.

> "Wut?" was all you could muster as you are sucked into your monitor.
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> When the world stops spinning, you stand up.
> Only to be knocked down and stood over by the Hell Hound. With a blood curdling roar, your pants are transmuted into spaghetti.

> Zuul notices your still limp member and asks you "Does this form displease you? Very well I will choose one more exciting."

> In a blinding flash, over you was no longer Zuul but... Sonic Boom?!
> Your cock flutters, but it's growth is hampered by your confusion.
> Seeing that you are hesitant, Sonic Zuul flicks the tip of your head with her front right hoof and playfully whispers into your ear, " You may be saying no, but your body very much says maybe. I'll rape you till both you and your body screams for me to take the plunge."

> You gasp as your flaccid penis and sack are suddenly engulfed by her mouth. She rolls her tongue over the entirety of your genitalia, each second more and more pleasurable as you experience all aspects of her oral cavity. You can't help but become erect as she lightly nibbles you with her pearlescent teeth, rub your tip against the roof of her mouth, and slide her lengthy tongue vertically along your shaft.

> "I'm, I'm okay with this now." you pant as you open the flood gates.

> "That isn't good enough 'Daddy'. I did promise to make you scream, and I think I know exactly how to."
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> She giggles as she stands upon her hind legs, allowing room for her clitoris to expand to a full 18 inches, her girth quite comparable to the likes of Big Mac and Futashy. Your face is agape, your mind stunned by this new development. Which you realize was Sonic-Zuul's intent only too late as she plunges herself down your throat, all the way to her base.

> Each thrust forces your esophagus to rapidly expand and contract, causing you no end of suffering. Your only thought, your only consolation, is the fact you spent 2 years learning to swallow foot long sausages whole from the reigning champion of Japanese competitive food eating. And your parents said those years were absolutely useless.

> Sonic-Zuul pulls herself out, unloading herself onto your face and chest. As you violently cough, wheeze, and massage your ravaged throat, she giggles and says in a mock-condescending tone, "Oh papa, you need to enjoy this as well. Otherwise we will never properly join and summon Gozer, my master.

> You give her a look of defiance, and you in turn are knocked onto your side by the massive dong she calls a clit. The force of the impact splits your cheek, leaving a cut that runs from the right corner of your mouth, to the base of your ear.
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> "Don't be such a spoiled sport. We're taking turns you silly filly." she position herself over your crotch, where you have the most horrendous revelation.

> You're still very much erect, and blue balling at that.

> "Well at least THAT tells me otherwise." Sonic-Zuul snickers as she points to your manhood.

> In one fluid motion she envelopes your entire rod, bouncing on you as if YOU were the bucking bull. Each time gravity brings her back down, her clit slams onto your chest, leaving you breathless. The mixture of pleasure and oxygen depravation, leaves you in an euphoric state. Being cummed inside of tilts Sonic-Zuul over the edge, releasing all of her bodily fluids at once. This simultaneous climax is accompanied by earth shattering tremors, vast violent thunderstorms, hail the size of golf balls, and a tear in the fabric of the universe.
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> From this ominous portal a tall slender woman struts towards you, each step a quake, every breath a gale. 10 feet from you she stops, and with each syllable a thunderclap she exclaims. "Choose now, the form that I, Gozer the Destroyer, shall take."

> Being the man you are, you cannot help but think of the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. However Sonic-zuul had something else on her mind... Namely you.

> "Very well, My form has been chosen!" Gozer proclaims, and the resulting light rivals that of a nuclear bomb.

> As your eyes readjust, you do something you thought would never occur in a situation this apocalyptic. You face palm.

> Standing before you was a maroon unicorn with a medium length red wavy mane.

> You + Marshmallows = Ponysona. Go figure.

>" I see you have warmed him up for me Zuul. You have my thanks!" Gozer happily exclaims.

> "Bu-but, I thought you were the destroyer?" you ask, confused that this Mesopotamic deity didn't just move on to devour the Earth.

> "Oh, I am definitely The Destroyer. The destroyer of your rectum that is." he sneers. Then before you spaghetti noodles pour forth from his sheath, forming a rough assimilation of a purebred stallion cock. (two whole feet for those who are curious.)
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> Horrified, you find the strength needed to fling Sonic-Zuul off of you, but before you take that third step, Gozer's spaghetti piece sprouts four tentacles and pulls you into the air. Every portion of you was now prostrated before these two ancient beings.

> "Zuul, I would like to reward you by letting you choose where you would like to next enjoy our friend here."

> "Well master Gozer, there is only one orifice I have yet to experience. May I?"

> You dread the words that come next, praying to all things decent that this spaghetti monster denies Zuul of her prize.

> The bastard grins and replies  "May you enjoy yourself."

> Zuul squeals in delight as Gozer lowers you and presents to Zuul your virgin behind. Without hesitation or lubrication she proceeds to violate your posterior,  the pain and humiliation producing blazing hot tears and screams so wretched no actor or program could ever reproduce.

> "Well, Wuten. It looks like you need something to distract you from your pain, and if I am not mistaken, you haven't tasted spaghetti in about a month."

> You did all within your power to keep your mouth shut, but to no avail. Individual strands of noodles pry your oral cavity open, and they also kept your head tilt back in order to allow this pasta monstrosity easier access.

> While you honestly have been craving spaghetti for the past few days, no entity could ever imagine you would get your fill quite this way.
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> As this behemoth of an Italian dish slithers down your throat, you have another thought, a final consolation, that at least these noodles were properly cooked.

> "Ah-ah, Wuten. Your mouth is simply delicious. Zuul dear, suck on my horn."

> The appendage in question morphs into a rather large rotini, and Zuul eagerly opens her mouth. As if this debauchery was not enough, more tendrils erupt from Gozer's sheath, finding and penetrating every remaining orifice left open on the three of you. Perhaps most noteworthy however, are the three that simultaneously enter through the little hole that is found on your penis.
> The tendrils alternately thrust their lengths down your shaft, one for each of your testicles, and the other finding comfort in your bladder. This constant convulsion betwixt the three of you forces a simultaneous climax, sperm and marinara sauce filling every orifice, grossly enlarging both your poor, poor, bladder and your family jewels. Your entire digestive system is violated as these fluids collide within your large intestine. Your lungs are also filled to overflowing with the love fluids of your Ponysona.

> The last thing that you sense as darkness mercifully consumes you, are the joyous screams of Gozer and Zuul, as they proclaim to the universe and to Bill Murray  " WE'RE CROSSING THE STREAMS!!!"
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> You bolt upright, picking yourself off of the floor. When the power went out you must of fell off your chair and knocked your head. That would definitely account for the abnormally large swelling you have. Even in the mop you call hair it is quite noticeable.

> In a fit of inspiration, you begin typing up a less demented version of your dream. However as you are about to post, you notice something that by far surpasses any hell you could ever experience.

> Lolpuuchu has already subjected the Internet to the unfiltered version of your nightmare, leaving no detail out, no matter how gruesome or small. This realization leaves you with only one course of action.

> To wildly yell at your computer screen.

" FUCK PUUCHU AND HIS DREAM DEATHBOMBING ASS!!"