Tony Bamanaboni Receives a Small Loan of a Million Furries: The Fanfic
One day, Tony Bamanaboni was walking home after a long day of selling life insurance and was going home to end the day and eat some spaghetti and meatballs because he was hungry from selling life insurance. He walked into his house and then opened the door to walk inside and said "Hi, my name is Tony Bamanaboni." To no one, but suddenly there were a million furries in his home, yiffing his couch and precious belongings.
"Hi," said the gay-looking fox one. "We're on loan from some Russian prick. Don't worry it's just a prank bro," he said, as he pulled out his juicy fox cock.
"These are not the meatballs I wanted!" cried Tony Bamanaboni, but it was too late, all the fucking furries were pulling out their cocks and surrounding the life insurance salesman.
"Look, there's cameras," said the gay fox furry.
"WHAT IS THIS," Tony Bamanaboni screamed in pure agony as his best friend was shot. Then the fox pulled out a Tupperware container of CS:GO brand lubricant. It smelled like stale Doritos, and sad Russian pre-teens. "Cyka blyat," moaned Freddy Fazbear.
That's when Tony Bamanaboni looked up, and saw him. It was Unjo Gratis, The Forbidden Monkey God.
"I just wanted to sell life insurance," Tony Bamanaboni cried, a single tear rolling down his cheek, "and eat spaghetti and meatballs."
"Eat these meatballs," said Unjo Gratis, The Forbidden Money God, and shoved his rock-hard monkey dick into Tony Bamanaboni's mouth. Tony Bamanaboni moaned around the sweet, thick monkey meat rod. He was still crying, though, because there were sixteen furry cocks shoved in his sweet, virgin ass. His Plump ass swelled, stuffed with dick, and thirty-six more furries latched onto his dick and nipples to suckle them, like a baby cow drinking milk from its mother.
Tony Bamanaboni was aroused, more aroused than when he sold life insurance to the suicidal man down the street. Suddenly, the furry cocks in his ass all pulsed at once, and jizzed all over the place. His stomach swelled, his lower intestines filling with furry cum, and they all pulled their dicks out. Tony Bamanaboni's ass looked like the Grand Canyon after a rain storm, and the water was cum.
"Oh, wow," said another furry, "This is a great ass. I'm going to fuck it," he said, staring at the camera with a dead look in his eyes. The sight had sent him into another Vietnam flashback, and he wanted nothing more than to drink a bottle of bleach-flavoured lube, and die.
Suddenly, Tony Bamanaboni came, even from his nipples, and it was all chunky, undigested pieces of spaghetti. He tried to say he should've gotten his own life insurance, but Unjo Gratis, The Forbidden Monkey God, was still forcefucking his throat, with his raging monkey cock.
Tony Bamanaboni's fps (fucks per second) was climbing higher and higher as thousands of furries crawled into his gaping starfish. He began sobbing, as he was now pregnant with furries. The rest followed, and he was soon filled with 999,999,998 furries.
The faggot fox one and Unjo Gratis, The Forbidden Monkey God, were spit-roasting him. "Papa Trump will love you now," they said, and Tony Bamanaboni passed out. He had succumbed to skin insanity, and fucking died.