Here is some lovely Shake/Meatwad rape. 3
Just kidding, it's actually sum Frylock/Shake
"Hey, uh, Meatwad...I hear they're giving away free pancakes in the bathroom." Shake smirked, stepping into Meatwad's room. Stupid little fuck was gonna clean that bathroom out for him, dammit. Like he was gonna do any actual work around the house.
"Whoo-ee, pancakes, Shake, really?" Meatwad's mouth watered at the very idea. Until, of course, he caught on.
"Hey, wait a minute, Shake, you aren't tryin' to get me to clean out the bathroom for you, are you?" Meatwad stared up at the large milkshakey man.
"Of course not. Now, go on, before they run out. Here, and take this with you..." Shake managed to produce a toilet scrubber from out of nowhere, thrusting it in Meatwad's face.
"It's, uh...a good pancake fork."
"Wow, thanks, Shake, I can't wait" Meatwad grinned, rolling down the hall and into the bathroom. Shake snorted at the gullible pile of meat, glad Frylock wasn't there to spoil all of his fun. Frylock, now where had he gone anyways? Was he still asleep on the couch?
"Lazy fuck." Shake sighed, making his way downstairs. Sure enough, there he was, sprawled out on the couch. Taking up the whole damn thing with his limbs and leaving no room for Shake. That asshole.
Luckily, Shake wasn't above sitting on top of Frylock. Throwing himself onto Frylock was more like it. Fry barely had any air left to yell at Shake after he had taken a seat on his stomach.
"Shake, what the hell do you think you're doing?"
"Watching TV?" Shake shrugged, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"Do you have to do it on top of me?" Frylock groaned, not even trying to push the other male off.
"I wouldn't if someone wasn't taking up the whole fucking couch."
"You could have told me to get off, Shake..." Frylock groaned, rubbing his head.
Finally taking his eyes off the screen, Shake looked down at the other man lying beneath him, smirking. "Yeah, Fry, but that's not as fun."
"...Did you just...wink at me?"
"What? No, stop talking crazy, Fry. Crazy."
"...You winked at me." Frylock insisted, attempting to sit up so he could look Shake in the eye.
"Okay, so maybe I did." Shake snorted, crossing his arms. "I can't help it with that faggy hair of yours. You look like a babe."
Frylock raised an eyebrow at this comment, while Shake's eyebrows nearly shot off of his head entirely.
"I mean that in a like...Babe, Pig In The City kind-of way." Shake insisted.
Frylock snorted, "What, not Sex in the City?"
"Well, maybe if you wo -- NO DEFINATELY NOT STOP THAT."
However, Frylock was having far too much fun torturing Shake. Sitting up, he placed his face an inch away from Shake's, smirking.
"Stop what?"
"Stop...THAT" Shake insisted. Oh, it was so crystal clear now.
"Or you'll, uh, pay the consequences!"
"Like," Frylock still had that damn smirk on his face, "what?"
Qq! Aa! Zz!