Scary Johnny Mooseknuckle
A Short Story
by The Invisible Man
A Short Story
by The Invisible Man
Lucy Cameltoe looked at the hard dildo in her hands and felt horny.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her creepy surroundings. She had always loved dark Lester Alley with its dangerous, dizzy dumpsters. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel horny.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Johnny Mooseknuckle. Johnny was a scary brute with pale thighs and short heels.
Lucy gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a nice, creepy, toilet water drinker with skinny thighs and tall heels. Her friends saw her as an annoying, attractive angel. Once, she had even helped a racid small dinosaur cross the road.
But not even a nice person who had once helped a racid small dinosaur cross the road, was prepared for what Johnny had in store today.
The rain hammered like fornicating kittens, making Lucy hopeful.
As Lucy stepped outside and Johnny came closer, she could see the faithful glint in his eye.
"I am here because I want sex," Johnny bellowed, in a loud tone. He slammed his fist against Lucy's chest, with the force of 1404 lizards. "I frigging hate you, Lucy Cameltoe."
Lucy looked back, even more hopeful and still fingering the hard dildo. "Johnny, I am your sister," she replied.
They looked at each other with sad feelings, like two flaky, frantic fish disturbing at a very loving party, which had hip hop music playing in the background and two erie uncles salivating to the beat.
Lucy studied Johnny's pale thighs and short heels. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you sex," she explained, in pitying tones.
Johnny looked angry, his body raw like a striped, slippery spoon.
Lucy could actually hear Johnny's body shatter into 7803 pieces. Then the scary brute hurried away into the distance.
Not even a drink of toilet water would calm Lucy's nerves tonight.
THE END
The Invisible Man
