Shadowpat [Collab with Stegtorn and BabsZeeb] [PatG]

>The dawn was heavy with the bloody stench of demons filled the air.
>You wipe some gritty slime off your deep fried and batter covered thousand folded blade, raising it toward the hordes of demons.
>Wielding your blade of Nihon chicken, you charge forward, cutting down the KKK demons one by one.
>”Go! Senpai go!” TulpaTavia cheered on in the background as Pat’s primal African rage made him swing out towards the grand dragons with superhuman strength.
>The heads of his enemies went flying left and right with each slice; his kimono soaked with red.
”I think we got them all, Tavi tulpa,” he says and he puts his chicken leg back in it’s sheath.
>”Shieet, Senpai! You are the greatest at wielding the chicken bone-leg!” Pat was recited his favorite rap songs, ignoring the bitch
“I’ve been wounded in the fight,” he says, clutching his arm, “A wound that requires healing. /Sexual healing/.”
>“O-ohh, senpai!” She gasps. “But how will we fuck if I’m stuck in your head?”
“A nigga can improvise, can he not?” Pat boasted as he walked towards the ancient chinese tulpa summoner temple.
>Being such a master of combat Pat’s rage can’t be released through battle; all of that anger and fury travels straight to his cock, enlarging it to immense proportions.
>The beastly thing pokes out from him kimono now, wagging as he walks.
>Putting a finger over one nostril, he blows as hard as he can, and she falls out.
>”GAH!, S-S-S-SENPAI! I am bare and naked in the physical form!” Pat gazed over his horsie plaything
>”Y-you’re a big guy!”
“For you.”
>Grabbing her mask and tearing it off, he puts it on the head of his beef rod, he cockslaps her.
>It was time to slay one more demon; the pussy-demon.
>TulpaTavia’s muzzle was bleeding from the force of pat’s mighty ‘rape enabler’
“SJWs getting blown the fuck out,” he grunts, shoving his full force tactical tribal defcon 5 penis into her throat; its size forces it to split into two.
>One lump goes to her brain, the other to her stomach.
>”Nothing but his shrock is on her mind now,” he thought to himself as he started thrusting faster.
>His Dangly Bits hit her tiny frame with such force his balls broke both of her collar bones.
>The strength of his hammer power rock the foundation on the temple, dust and bits of stone raining from the ceiling, “YES!” he shouts.
>Tuplatavi screams as loud as she can as Patrick “foxy boxy brown” thrusts again and again, making her brain matter turn into slush that starts leaking out of her nose.
>TulpaTavia was literally shaking like a bad vibrator powered by soviet time-era batteries with just  a pinch of vodka and regret.
“I’m about to unleash the semen demon tsunami,” feeling the rage build up in his shaft.
>The top of her skull literally blows off into chunks and a wave of hot nigger jizz fills her body like a fleshy cumbucket.
>The remains of TulpaTavi’s eye flashed as her ethereal pieces of brain matter re-collected into her skull
>”You just activated my trap card!”
>She draws a pink-purple trap card from her ass and reveals it; “PREGNANT” it reads.
“AWWWW HELLL NAWWWW,” he says, unsheathing his chicken leg, only to notice he ate it without realizing.
>with the bone piece still intact he slashed and jabed towards the ghostly pony, her belly ever expanding with the fruit of pat’s loins.
>Pat’s mind races, trying to remember how to perform an emergency abortion.
>”My baby will be 20% bitch nukka and there is nothing you can do about it.”
>Desperate, Pat saw his chance and he grabbed it by the balls (or should I say….) HORSE TIT!
>Violently shaking TulpaTavia by her luscious horse boob Pat strained his every muscle in an attempt of killing the eldritch horror brewing inside of his horse tulpa.
>Octavia giggles, “THE BABY IS IN YOUR BRAIN PAT.”
>M, Night shamalongadingdong
>Pat screams as his brain splits in two, watching, horrified, and a little nigga horse demon crawls out of his other nostril.
“Thanks, Obama.”
 >Thankfully the average African male can live a full life with no brain since they don’t really use it anyways
>”WHATS GOOD NIGGA” it shouts at you.
>Defeated, you take your chicken bone and commit sudoku to preserve nigga honor.
>”He didn’t even pay the child support,” you hear Octavia say as the lights dim.
“Nigga for life,” you reply with your last breath.

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