"Invader Zim" and all characters, icons and logos are copyright Viacom. Jhonen
Vasquez is copyright Jhonen Vasquez. The Instant Slash Story Generator is
copyright... someone out there, who really should claim the responsiblity/credit
for this little gem.
Instant Slash Story!
The darkness was all around as Tallest Red walked through Six Flags Over Georgia down towards his Motel 6, random thoughts of sixty-nine crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Supreme Superior Invader Mary Tak had told him she often dreamed about Jhonen Vasquez involved in frottage with a moose , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Tallest Purple .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Incoming Transmission Guy, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Tallest Purple masturbating himself with a G.I.R..
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the spatula he was carrying with him. Would Tallest Purple's squeedily spooch feel like that to his ID pak?
What would Tallest Purple think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating nachos off Tallest Purple's beautiful antenna?
Tallest Red rubbed the spatula against his squeedily spooch whispering Tallest Purple's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his Motel 6 but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Tallest Purple's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Tallest Purple had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Six Flags Over Georgia was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the nachos he was carrying and leisurely scratched his squeedily spooch.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Tallest Red calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his nachos and ran towards the sound of his Snoogums's voice.
Tallest Purple stumbled through the darkness towards Tallest Red. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Snoogums being attacked by a moose. Was he about to be raped by Zim dressed as Jhonen Vasquez? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his ID pak.
"Tallest Red, Tallest Red, my Snoogums," screamed Tallest Purple. "It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you!" Tallest Red leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the spatula and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare antenna pointing in the air.
"Tallest Purple!" Tallest Red gasped embarrassedly. "What are you doing here? Incoming Transmission Guy said you were in your Motel 6 engaged in some sixty-nine with Supreme Superior Invader Mary Tak."
"No, I was alone in my Motel 6 with nothing but my G.I.R. for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your antenna was, and how I would like to stroke my squeedily spooch against it, and have you kiss my ID pak, and now I see your antenna for myself I realise that not even Jhonen Vasquez has a antenna to compare with yours."
"Oh, Snoogums, Incoming Transmission Guy said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Supreme Superior Invader Mary Tak."
"What! That old moose, I'd rather get involved in frottage with Zim, a spatula and nachos than dream of sixty- nine with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my ID pak curl".
"Oh, Tallest Red!"
"Oh, Tallest Purple, my Snoogums!"
Cue soft music, sounds of sixty-nine and frottage, soft focus and fade.........
Instant Slash Story!
The darkness was all around as Tallest Red walked through Six Flags Over Georgia down towards his Motel 6, random thoughts of sixty-nine crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Supreme Superior Invader Mary Tak had told him she often dreamed about Jhonen Vasquez involved in frottage with a moose , but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Tallest Purple .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Incoming Transmission Guy, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Tallest Purple masturbating himself with a G.I.R..
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the spatula he was carrying with him. Would Tallest Purple's squeedily spooch feel like that to his ID pak?
What would Tallest Purple think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating nachos off Tallest Purple's beautiful antenna?
Tallest Red rubbed the spatula against his squeedily spooch whispering Tallest Purple's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his Motel 6 but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Tallest Purple's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Tallest Purple had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Six Flags Over Georgia was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the nachos he was carrying and leisurely scratched his squeedily spooch.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Tallest Red calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his nachos and ran towards the sound of his Snoogums's voice.
Tallest Purple stumbled through the darkness towards Tallest Red. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Snoogums being attacked by a moose. Was he about to be raped by Zim dressed as Jhonen Vasquez? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his ID pak.
"Tallest Red, Tallest Red, my Snoogums," screamed Tallest Purple. "It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you!" Tallest Red leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the spatula and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare antenna pointing in the air.
"Tallest Purple!" Tallest Red gasped embarrassedly. "What are you doing here? Incoming Transmission Guy said you were in your Motel 6 engaged in some sixty-nine with Supreme Superior Invader Mary Tak."
"No, I was alone in my Motel 6 with nothing but my G.I.R. for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your antenna was, and how I would like to stroke my squeedily spooch against it, and have you kiss my ID pak, and now I see your antenna for myself I realise that not even Jhonen Vasquez has a antenna to compare with yours."
"Oh, Snoogums, Incoming Transmission Guy said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Supreme Superior Invader Mary Tak."
"What! That old moose, I'd rather get involved in frottage with Zim, a spatula and nachos than dream of sixty- nine with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my ID pak curl".
"Oh, Tallest Red!"
"Oh, Tallest Purple, my Snoogums!"
Cue soft music, sounds of sixty-nine and frottage, soft focus and fade.........