SpiderPool's Instant Buffy/Angel Slash Spoof Story!
By SpiderPool w/The Instant Slash Machine; typed up by Daniella Wisdom
(Meep! ;_;)
Nobody belongs to SpiderPool, but he is, in fact, barrowing 'em fer his own
twisted pleasure...^_^ Hehehe!
Rating: HARD (on!) R!
Notes: Written by SpiderPool but with the help of Alison's Instant Slash
Machine (Whoo-Hoo!) but said writer does own the ISM. BtVS/Angel fans? FER
THE LUVVA CHRIST!-DOOOO'NT REEEEEAAAAAD THIIIIIIIIS! ::runs away
screaming:: AAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!
-^_^-^_^-^_^-
The darkness was all around as Angel walked through the graveyard down towards his grave, random thoughts of undead cock sucking crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Buffy had told him she often dreamed about Guiles involved in humping the fang hole with a gerbil, but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Oz.
One day he would discuss his feelings with Xander, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Oz masturbating himself with a wooden stake.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the cross he was carrying with him. Would Oz's hot undead ass feel like that to his rockin' undead dick?
What would Oz think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of licking blood off Oz's beautiful rockin' undead six pack?
Angel rubbed the cross against his hot, undead ass whispering Oz's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his graved but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Oz's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Oz had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. The graveyard was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the sandwich he was carrying and leisurely scratched his hot undead ass.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Angel calling his name? He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his sandwich and ran towards the sound of his voice.
Oz stumbled through the darkness towards Angel. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Oh my Little Vamp being attacked by a gerbil? Was he about to be raped by Courtney dressed as Guiles? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his rockin' undead dick.
"Angel, Angel, oh, my little Vamp!" screamed Oz. "It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you!" Angel leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the cross and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare rockin' undead six pack pointing in the air.
"Oz!" Angel gasped embarrassedly. "What are you doing here? Xander said you were in your grave engaged in some undead cock sucking with Buffy!"
"No, I was alone in my Grave with nothing but my wooden stake for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your rockin' undead six pack was, and how I would like to stroke my undead ass against it, and have you kiss my rockin' undead dick, and now I see your rockin' undead six pack for myself I realise that not even Guiles has a rockin' undead six pack to compare with yours!"
"Oh, Oh my Little Vamp, Xander said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Buffy."
"What! That old bat, I'd rather get involved in anal-sex with Courtney, Guiles and Drusilla (eek!) than dream of undead cock sucking with her! Ooh, the very thought makes my rockin' undead dick curl."
"Oh, Angel!"
"Oh, Oz, my Oh my Little Vamp!"
Cue soft music, sounds of undead cock sucking and humping of the fang hole, soft focus and fade...
-^_^-^_^-^_^-
The darkness was all around as Angel walked through the graveyard down towards his grave, random thoughts of undead cock sucking crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Buffy had told him she often dreamed about Guiles involved in humping the fang hole with a gerbil, but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Oz.
One day he would discuss his feelings with Xander, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Oz masturbating himself with a wooden stake.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the cross he was carrying with him. Would Oz's hot undead ass feel like that to his rockin' undead dick?
What would Oz think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of licking blood off Oz's beautiful rockin' undead six pack?
Angel rubbed the cross against his hot, undead ass whispering Oz's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his graved but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Oz's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Oz had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. The graveyard was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the sandwich he was carrying and leisurely scratched his hot undead ass.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Angel calling his name? He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his sandwich and ran towards the sound of his voice.
Oz stumbled through the darkness towards Angel. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Oh my Little Vamp being attacked by a gerbil? Was he about to be raped by Courtney dressed as Guiles? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his rockin' undead dick.
"Angel, Angel, oh, my little Vamp!" screamed Oz. "It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you!" Angel leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the cross and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare rockin' undead six pack pointing in the air.
"Oz!" Angel gasped embarrassedly. "What are you doing here? Xander said you were in your grave engaged in some undead cock sucking with Buffy!"
"No, I was alone in my Grave with nothing but my wooden stake for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your rockin' undead six pack was, and how I would like to stroke my undead ass against it, and have you kiss my rockin' undead dick, and now I see your rockin' undead six pack for myself I realise that not even Guiles has a rockin' undead six pack to compare with yours!"
"Oh, Oh my Little Vamp, Xander said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Buffy."
"What! That old bat, I'd rather get involved in anal-sex with Courtney, Guiles and Drusilla (eek!) than dream of undead cock sucking with her! Ooh, the very thought makes my rockin' undead dick curl."
"Oh, Angel!"
"Oh, Oz, my Oh my Little Vamp!"
Cue soft music, sounds of undead cock sucking and humping of the fang hole, soft focus and fade...