The Sick & Twisted Doug Funny Fan Fiction Trilogy
Episode I
Doug stepped up to the plate with his head hanging low. His bat dragged through the sandy dirt behind him, held loosely in his left hand. Patti had made him realize he was left handed. That was a few years ago. He was a freshman now, a freshman in High School. He sometimes wondered why he had even joined the baseball team. He had always sucked, swinging left handed or not. Patti didn't think so. He tapped his bat on the plate a few times, and then lifted the wooden shaft behind him, ready to take a swing. He had no idea how much that pun would take meaning later in the night.
The pitch came. It was fast, like a bullet. Miss. A monotonous, "STRIKE!" came from the Umpire behind him. "FUNNY IS A LOSER!" came from the crowds. No doubt, Roger, who would do nothing less than shoot out his legs with a rifle for a chance to give him a good freshman paddling. Roger used to be in the same class as him, back in middle school. However, since then, Roger took some summer school courses to catch up with his regular year. He was now a junior.
Swing, and a Miss. Doug was getting anxious. He knew this was his last chance. He waited for it. Another strike met the grip of the catcher behind him. They had lost, and it was his entire fault. Doug felt the pity of his teammates, but even more so, he anticipated the beatings he was going to receive - Especially after having ruined the game.
Doug and Skeeter made their way out the back of the field; they wanted to avoid being seen. Patti would be upset that they didn't meet her at the front, but she would understand their situation. They were freshman boys, fresh fish. They hopped the fence in the back and made their way through the other school's parked busses and towards the road. It led off campus and towards Doug's street, Jumbo Street, but he would never make it that far.
A car pulled up as they nervously moved through the area, quietly in the dark on the way towards Jumbo Street. "Hey Funny," came Roger's familiar cackle from the passenger seat of the smoothie, life size hot wheels car. Skeeter took off running; Doug was right behind him. He was right behind him... until he tripped and fell flat on his face. FUCK. He couldn't get away now. He was surrounded by Roger and his goons.
"Looks like we got another freshman, boys." They all laughed. Their breath smelled of cheap beer. Doug didn't say anything, finally accepting his fate. He sat there face down in the street. Doug almost helped them haul him off to the car, and lean him up against it to paddle his naked behind. They ripped his pants off. They sat at his ankles. Doug prepared, and waited.
When nothing happened, Doug turned his head slightly around. What he saw raised more than his eyebrows. Roger's green cock sprang forward out of his pants, hard as a rock. Orange pubic hair surrounded it's base. His cock was like a nice nug of beautiful ganja: Bright green with orange hairs. Doug's cock shot forward with wretched intent.
Wait! What was going on. Was he aroused by Roger's manly no-no spot? No, he couldn't be. His love was only for Patti. He couldn't deny the fact however (especially once the Godzilla penetrated his colon), that he had never felt anything so good.
Roger pumped Doug's ass with enthusiastic skill. He was a pro. He was in control. "You like that, Funny? You like that," he said as he pounded with increased fury. All Doug could do was moan like a girl as he held onto the truck with iron grip.
Roger knew he was about to cum. He held back for as long as he could, and finally blew his choad into Doug's ass. Doug had been just like Patti had been in the girl's bathroom at the stadium when he took her. At first shocked, but then overcome with pleasure. Both of their colons had become a creamy drink of blood and cum like the cherry coke floats at the Honkerburger.
Roger pulled out, and watched his buddies have their turn. He pondered in his drug induced state if they would have to shut Doug up like they had Patti. Patti enjoyed it, but she was in denial. Doug, he knew, enjoyed it as well, and he didn't think Funny would rat. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if Doug showed up at his door for more. He had always expected that in Doug. Perhaps he had done the old loser a favor by showing him what he was about. Of course, that had been the plan to begin with.
Roger had wanted Patti. Ever since the moment he saw her, Roger fiended to have her out of her little polka dot shirt. He wanted to plunder her bodily orifices with his manhood. But Funny… Funny had been in the way since they were in middle school. Nothing ever came of it, but Roger knew Patti always had it for Funny too.
That was no problem now. They had shown Doug his true sexuality, and not even he could deny it now. Patti was as good as his.
Patti cried in the bathroom stall. She had been there bleeding in that filthy toilet for hours, but she wasn't on her period. Her colon bled more than her Vagina ever had. It came mixed in clops of runny shit. Her eyes gazed across the bathroom stall, which had things written on it like, "ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US," which was scratched out and replied to with a cartoon like image of a man bent over ripping his ass open to great proportions and exposing the bloody insides of his colon. She felt like that man in those depressing moments.
All she could think about was Doug. She had heard them talk about going after 'Funny and his idiot, honking friend.' Was Roger mad? Could he be this insane? She always knew he was a bully, but this... She had never imagined. She had to save Doug. She had to. She knew what she must do.