Wreck it Ralph couldn't believe his eyes. In the jar he was holding was quite possibly the sexiest fire ant he had ever seen. Its abdomen shined in the sunlight, and its stinger was so big it made Ralph drool in sensual thrill. As he studied the ant's antennae he felt a sudden pressure in his pants. He looked down and realized he had an erection. He suddenly had a lust for the fireants' tight asshole. A thought ran through his mind; "I need to fist this ant. So hard."
Quickly he went inside and set the ant down on the table. A flash of anger ran through him when the ant started running away, and he almost slammed the jar on the ant. He caught himself, however, and gently set the jar so it trapped the small creature in it. With the ant trapped, he went to the bathroom and, from the mirror cabinet, took out a small tub of lube. He tipped it over and poured the contents all over his closed fist. The idea of his strong, throbbing fist entering the ant's tight asshole sent shivers down his spine and made his erect third nipple twitch with joy.
He returned to the ant and slowly lifted the jar with the ant in it and, when it ran over the edge of the table, caught it his unlubed hand. The ant, most likely in fear, stood completely still. Ralph lifted his hand in the air, excitement and arousal rushing through his veins. He slowly brought his hand up to the ant's asshole. Tension filled the air as he prepared to fist this ant into oblivion. He began to push into the ant and-
SQUISH! The ant had been squished into his palm by the sheer force of Ralph's lubed fist. His heart shattered into a million pieces. Half due to the loss of a potential friend, and half due to the fact that he wouldn't be able to put his gorilla fist inside the ant's virgin anus. He began to weep, and his third nipple deflated. Ralph would never be the same after this failed fisting experience.