Twilihgt's Lava Bathroom

by Operatorchan

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Comedy, Adventure, Tragedy, Random, Alternate Universe
Length: 542

Hi. This is a thing. I hope you don't enjoy it. You have issues if you do.

I don't know why, but my nephew wrote this. Kids these days, eh? (i wrote it hehehehhehheheheh. I am not good at things.) If the mods approve this, I will actually be a little sad.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-07 00:27:33 UTC

The Fall Of Twilihgt Sperkle(prequel)

Twilihgt Sperkle had just finished playing a round of BF4 on a 1500 ticket server, and checked outside to see that the night had passed, and went to grab a moundew from the icebox.  As she went, she saw Spic(her slave), eating a wonderful slice of pork.  She knew she wasn't supposed to eat pork, and she might have to beat him more to make him give it to her.  She didn't want to, because she was tired, but that had never stopped her before.  "SPIC!", Twilihgt moaned passionately yelled in a commanding tone, as the purple gazelle grabbed her flog.  She had already begun to beat Spic when he said, "OW!, WHAT DO YOU WANT?".  Twilihgt stopped his/her onslaught to answer him/her.  "Spic, I need your rock hard cock pork!"

I Am Running Out of Ideas Now

Twilihgt had already wolfed down the pork steak when she realised her mistake.  She had eaten the forbidden fruit.  She had eaten the Apple of Eden.  She had caused the blocks the blocks the blocks the blocks the blocks the bloc- 404 Ideas not found.    She couldn't believe what she had just seen.  It couldn't have been.  No, it was!  It was MechaHitler, on the horizon!  The scourge of her people, the one in the stories.  It couldn't have been, yet it was!  The menace, the greyish-black death!  Everyone had been anticipating this.  Twilihgt's army, I mean.  Clearly, the battle had begun, and explosions began to ring out!  She dun goof'd.  The nigga at her side, Sir T, had begun the war song.  Spahgetti weak, spahgetti sweaty, sweatervest, spahgetti spahgetti!  MechaHitler charged!  Everyone clashed, and MechaHitler had one pone in mind.  Twilihgt, the dirty jew.  Everyone began yelling, as bets were place on the fight.  But I needn't go into detail, as you read chapter one, idiots.

The Rise of MechaHitler

Twilihgt Sparkle cowered before the might of MechaHitler himself, cowering with kippah in hoof.

She trembled before him, smelling of fear and arousal.

She began to plead now screaming for her life as he began to morph into something she never would have expected.

A gas chamber.  She began to push into its quiet labyrinthine halls, moving as quickly as she could to escape her fate.

But all was for naught, as the door slammed shut, and a quiet "hiss" filled the air.

She done goof'd.  As Twilihgt died of the death gas being pumped passionately quickly throughout the chamber's halls.  She scratched,

scratching the scratched walls with her scratched hoovsies.  The poor mare was scratched poisoned quickly by the gas, and she met her fate quickly.  First, she felt her lady bits lungs burn, as the death gas push throughout her body's systems, much to her pleasure dismay.  As her lungs melted, she stopped breathing, but that didn't matter, as the death gas was also torture gas!  Thus, it kept her alive long enough to feel every tiny stimulation to her nerves, eating at her sanity, whilst the death/torture gas tore her skin with its magical properties.  She could not withstand the excruciating pleasure pain for much longer, but she deserved it, for she had eaten pork at twelve, the disgusting pig(ha, get it?!).

MechaHitler began to change back to his normal, yet still utterly sexys, and well toned terrifying form.  This forced Twilihgt to be crusehd, and led to her inevitable demise, which was rightfully delivered by god himself MechaHitler.