Draco Grotto
Chapter 10: What's The Natter Cheyenne?
The F-4 Phantom, armed with heavy M61 Vulcan rotary cannon came guns blazing down on the ship. It launched its missiles before having to activate it's flares from the AA mounted onto the ship. The plan dove and weaved as missiles nearly hit their target. Top gun music was playing as Tom Cruise rode by on his motorcycle while doing a fist pump in the air. The fighter pilot did a barrel roll to avoid oncoming missiles. However one got lucky and managed to hit the pilot's tail wing. The gunner turned to see incoming ships to aide the downed ship. The gunner with all their might managed to move the rear gun even though the tail was damaged. The gunner took aim and fired at the oncoming ships. Many of the ships went down, but so were they. The pilot pulled up as hard as they could to miss the ship. However they aimed straight for a control tower.
The crash sent ripples and tingled nipples throughout the ship. The pilot crawled out of the burning fuselage to see that their gunner survived the crash too. The gunner managed to crawl out as well and the two stood before each other. They removed their oxygen connections and removed their helmets. They wooshed their hair back as if it were one of those cheesey Loreal commercials that just seem to overhype their shampoo. Even though it leaves your hair smelling fruity. "Can't believed we survived that crash", said Cheyenne as she reached for her pistol. "Yeah it's like the writer wanted us to live for narrative purposes", Natters said as she checked to see if anything survived the wreckage. Lucky for them, a few guns remained in good condition.
After arming up, the two went their own ways to cover as much ground as they could. Natters kept mostly to herself as she made her way down the control tower and into the dining room where she witnessed Flo making a wearable accessory out of Dr. Awesome. How lovely did his face look outstretched over Flo's head. She continued onwards down to the engine room after getting lost. Sounds of gears turning and crease being used as lube. Fun fact, in the industrial age. Industrial lube was often stolen and used for personal use at home. Because nothing says sexy like being the slipperiest motherfucker in bed. After wandering around for a bit. looking for wifi became the last of her worries. Suddenly a loud eruption of noise bursted around into the room. The sound of Billys being rustled, Axe Body Spray being used as cologne. It was clear that it was Mushroom and Mr. Sir Logan. The two stood there as they talked about the latest issue of PlayGirl Monthly with rumors of a new Mr. September on the way.
Mushroom went on and on about his John Cena plush doll collection as smegma oozed from Logan's mouth. The constant sound of a mariachi band played in his head like a broken record. With a sudden "kill me" thought from time to time. Natters watched from one of the catwalks above them as they continued their conversation. However a herd of elephants came crashing from the ceiling and crushed through the catwalk. Natters barely jumped out of the way of the elephant, but went down with the catwalk. Sounds of elephants being impaled on sharp objects and the sound of metal crashed onto the floor. "Well, well, well, look at what we have here", said Mushroom as he drew his handgun. Inaudible english came from Logan as the smegma continued to flow, like the raging Colorado River. Natters held up her hands as she stood up. "Looks like the DG came to us", Mushroom said as he smirked. "So maybe we came to you guys but that is irrelephant", she said as she falcon kicked him into the way of a stampeding elephant. The elephant roared as it smashed Mushroom with his large foot. He broke every bone in his body and ended being in an "Iron Butt" the rest of his forsaken life. Natters then quickly drew her gun and shot Logan in the spine paralyzing him from the waist down and break his back. She took this opportunity to "help" him. She took his pants off revealing his ass cheeks. She spread his cheeks apart and positioned Logan's head. She then thrusted and Logan was neck deep in his own ass. Smegma gushed out like the first time you open a yogurt cup and little bits of yogurt squirt out after shaking it to mix up all the yogurty goodness. He lived the rest of his life walking around like a chicken with smegma spewing from the creases of his body. He became popular in Mexican culture however. He became known as the two legged stank machine. Or in spanish: "culo apestoso".
Cheyenne was on a mission. A mission for revenge. She devoted her life to her mission. She vowed to get revenge. With this fueling her bloodthirsty rage, she was unstoppable. She tore every Mytho she came a across a new asshole. Which would really be convenient if you hate pooping because twice the holes means that you get your shit out faster. Or at least it makes sense to me. Science bitch. She made her way through the ship, not even bothering with the mission that was planned for everyone. She went on her own accords. She made it to one of the living quarters of the ship. She made it to the end of a hallway and found a door covered in anime posters. She was in the right place. She took her steel-toed boot and kicked the door down to reveal the room was covered in anime. It smelled of shame and ramen noodles and pocky sticks. Body pillows of various anime girls and hentai left open on a laptop could only mean one thing. It was Howling's room.
Howling came out of the bathroom after 48 hour fap session to underage anime girls only proved how weaboo he was. That and the fact that he had so much japanese shit in his room. He was in a mid yawn before he noticed Cheyenne standing in the doorway. "Shit, what are you doing here?!", he said as his white washed faced turned another shade whiter. "I just dropped by to let you know that I have your dick pics that you sent me and I went ahead and posted them to every dating app and social network possible and linked your name to them, she said as she knocked him out with her bat. The last words before he faded from consciousness were "GG".
Howling woke up to find that all his limbs were missing except for his penis and his head. So basically he was just a torso. He laid there in his room as "Never Gonna Give You Up", the classic pop hit by Rick Astley played over and over and over. Soon knocking came onto the door were various former prison members that were horny and looking for a good time. Behind them were the local gay biker gang and the male fans of Coldplay. After they raped him, they killed him and left his body in an open field outside of Memphis. It was over now. Cheyenne could finally rest easy as her troubles faded away from her. She eventually moved to the Philippines where she became a lonely goat farmer and lived the rest of her days helping the local kids read and write so they could better their lives. A movie was eventually made in her honor. They titled it "The Longest Yard", starring Adam Sandler. She eventually passed away on a cool september morning in 2095. They made a statue in her honor so that it could serve as a reminder not to send your dick pics to somebody who you are going to screw over.