Just a little quick shitpost fic to waste time. Next fic is going to be serious, and involve Lincoln, Luna, and Sam.

Shout out to /TLHG/ on /trash/.

Luna Loud was the musician of the Loud Family. She played a lot of instruments, and listened to a lot of music. She could play the guitar, drums, bass, and even the triangle like a beast if she really wanted to. To put it straight, Luna's life was all about music.

She recently got tickets to see one of the most popular bands coming to town to play in a rock festival, Slipknot. Luna didn't really listen to them that much, as she honestly didn't listen to that type of music often, but when she did, she enjoyed it. She scored tickets online and decided to go solo. This was kind of strange for her, as she usually went to concerts with a friend, or sometimes with her brother Lincoln, but she decided not to, and thought how it would be to experience a concert alone.

Even if she was going to bring someone, she wouldn't bring someone like Lincoln. She didn't actually know if he was into that type of music, but she thought it wasn't worth asking. She never heard him listen to any sort of music like that. The heaviest she thought he listened to was probably SMOOCH.

Before buying the tickets, she asked her parents. They were okay with it, although there have been times where she wanted to go to concerts but was denied the right of going to them. But this time, she was allowed to go. However, she didn't tell them that she was going alone.

Lincoln overheard this, by the stairs, and went into his room. He was furious that she didn't even let him go. He thought that she probably took Sam instead of him.

"Damn it. I will fucking show that poser" said Lincoln, as he put on his headphones to listen to the rawest brutal death metal possible.

They were estimated to perform at 9 PM sharp, so she left the house at around 8 and got a friend's mother to drive her. She made it on time to the concert grounds, and had enough time to get a drink before Slipknot went up and started going at it.

She walked towards the middle of the festival grounds as it was time for them to get out. She looked to her left, and she looked to her right. She couldn't recognize anyone there, which she thought could've been a good or bad thing.

It was a bit past 9 PM. In fact, they were over 20 minutes late. "What is the hold up, why were they taking so long to get out?" she thought to herself.

AT THE BACKSTAGE

Corey Taylor was sitting down. He was more furious and full of angst than ever before, probably even the most he's had since the release of Iowa. He wasn't fueled by hate for people, polications, or even the law. He simply didn't enjoy the sex he's been having in the last decade.

He had kids and went through 2 wives before settling on one more. He just hated the sex he was getting by these old hags wearing make up. It wasn't pure, and it didn't feel good at all. He wanted CUNNY. His THIRST for CUNNY made him seething with rage.

Mick Thompson, one of the guitarists for the band, went up to him.

"Hey, Corey. Why do you look so pissed today?" asked the huge loaf.

"Nothin', Mick. Just thinking of things." he responded back.

The rest of the band shrugged it off, and grabbed all their gear and finally went out, with Corey following too.

The band finally got out and performed. People were cheering, roaring, and most importantly, they were fucking slamming in the mosh pit. Luna, despite being hardcore as she was, didn't dare to go in the pit, at least without a friend. The band performed around five or so songs before suddenly stopping.

Corey was the one who stopped, he was panting heavily. His bandmates thought there was a problem with his health, but that wasn't it.

He saw Luna in the crowd, and only her. He licked his lips. That was pure CUNNY right there.

He pointed his finger at her, making "come here" motions.

"Hey, you. Young rocker in the crowd. How about you come up on stage and enter the backstage with me so I can hook you up with gear so you could play a song with us"? Shouted Corey.

Luna was shocked. Nobody ever brought her up on stage out of random before. She hesitated, but soon climbed up on stage. Corey stopped the show for a minute, and took her backstage. The band was doing instrumentals meanwhile this was going on.

"Oh my god, I am so excited, brah!" said Luna, as she was in the backstage room. There were expensive drinks and luxurious snacks and meals, along with a selection of back up guitars that she oozed at.

"You're going to be excited for this cock that is going to ravage your insides!" shouted Corey in his guttural vocals besides her. He took her by surprise, and grabbed on to her body.

"H-h-hey brah! Not cool, dude!" said Luna, as she tried her best to squirm out of his grip, but she was no match. Corey then ripped off all her shirt, and her pants. She was in the nude and she was held down by his grip. She was crying while all of this was happening, and she couldn't do anything.

"You're gonna be waiting and bleeding once I cum inside you!" said Corey. He took out his massive 12 inch cock. The sight of his absolute unit made Luna pass out. Corey started shoving it inside her pussy. This was it. This was the CUNNY he desired. So pure, so good, so much fucking quality. This was the CUNNY he was after for. He didn't care that he had a show going on while this was happening. He didn't even bother to put a condom on. He started pushing all the way into her till it made noticeable bumps on her stomach. The CUNNY was just so good, he cummed in just TWO minutes. Lunas stomach was filled with his semen, and was leaking out of her. She then woke up.

"G-geez man..if you just wanted to do that, you could've just invited me after the show was over!" she said. She didn't even care at this point, she got to have sex with one of rocks biggest icons. Corey then whispered into her ear.

"It's the only thing that stops the ache."

THE END.