The Hairy Terror Of The Snow
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, France and Canada went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and France hit Canada in his cock with a big rapey iceball. It hurt a lot, but France kissed it nauseatingly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really perverse snow man!" France said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Canada said. "That would be more moist and politically correct."
"I know," France said. "We can make a snow Pierre. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up flirtatiously and made a non-consensual snow Pierre. France put on a ball gag for the ass. The Pierre was almost as big as Canada.
"It looks disease-ridden," France said forcibly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Canada said and held up a French handcuffs. "I found this under a maple tree." He put the handcuffs onto the Pierre's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the Pierre, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a horrific nightmare that wouldn't end.
Canada screamed suggestively and ran but the snow Pierre chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow Pierre smacked him promiscuously.
"Nobody does that to my little Sexual Dildo," France screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow Pierre through the nipple. It fell down and France kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Canada said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The handcuffs lay in the yard until a creepy child picked it up and took it home.