I Like Trains...
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Some considered Selphie Tilmitt "hyper", or perhaps a "spaz". Some called her violent. Scary. Deranged. Perky. Chipper. Sunny. Positive. Enthusiastic. Psychotic.
She simply preferred to think of herself as Selphie Tilmitt, SeeD and Garden Festival Committee Chairperson, as well as webmaster of Sir Laguna's page.
Despite the labels she often received, Selphie was a smart girl - she could commandeer the most sophisticated and delicate crafts like she had done so for the entirety of her sixteen years, and she could be seen sometimes in the library, surrounded by piles of textbooks on exceptionally advanced subjects - technology, mythology, biology...
She also liked trains...
It was the marriage of these interests that brought Selphie to where she was now - on the outskirts of the Esthar continent, her knapsack heavy with the ingredients she would need. Clutched triumphantly in her hand was a small ring, simple in design. It shone with a brilliance, its blue-tinted array of colors almost swirling. The material it was made of was unknown, although it was rumored to have come from within the Lunatic Pandora. Perhaps from the moon...?
A spray of water against the cliffs far below told Selphie that she had reached her destination - the point where she would need to perform the summoning. Turning slightly red, she sat down on the ground, pulled off her knapsack, and pulled out the ingredients.
The six Malboro tentacles were particularly slimy, but small enough to wedge snugly into the six firm, cold steel pipes she'd bought. Sweating a bit at the thought of what she would shortly have to do, Selphie stacked the tentacle-laden pipes into a small pyramid and pulled out six tiny bottles, each labeled "Remedy+". That part wouldn't be too bad - it didn't taste the best, but she'd had worse.
With shaking fingers, Selphie uncapped each of the Remedy+ bottles and quickly drained the contents, shuddering a bit as she swallowed each one. She felt a bit dizzy - each bottle contained five percent alcohol.
Next, she grabbed the ring she had procured earlier, and slid it onto her finger. Cold waves swept over her body, and she shivered and blanched - her veins were burning! It felt like she'd been poisoned... but she was okay. She had antidotes on-hand...
Glancing around furtively, Selphie then rolled her dress up a bit, exposing her naked crotch to the cool Esthar air. She lay down on her back, legs up in the air, spread as wide as she could get them... this was so exciting...!
Now for the final phase
The clouds began to swirl... thunder cracked! Selphie queefed. Ewwwww.
A low, ominous rumbling sound rose from... somewhere... somewhere deep in the earth, perhaps? The ground shook, harder and harder...
A low, ominous whistle tooted... from Selphie's... from Selphie's...!
Selphie grunted in pain as her belly began to writhe, as a churning began within her colon, the criminal gurgle and rush of diarrhea...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The shrill shriek pierce the sky as a gigantic, ghostly train tore from Selphie's vagina, ripping the helpless lass from the inside out. Even the wild, fervent shakes and waves of her orgasm couldn't overcome the fatal pain, and she was a mangled husk of smeared, spraying blood, ragged flesh, clumpy muscle, sticky hair, and pulverized, shattered bone on the grounds of Esthar.
You have received a new GF! Would you like to name it?
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This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers.