The guys were now healed after their first battle with Stelio kontos, even though they got their asses kicked like a bunch of little kids. Now after some time they were ready for more or so their god think.
Peter: If i had used my mantis coin thingy, i would've kick his ass.
Stan: First of all, how are you so dumb that you forgot to use your magical item? and second, no you would still lose.
Fry: Don't mention him, i can still see him on my dreams.
As the men were healed and tried to relax, Peter then remembered something.
Peter: Hey, did you guys know that the ladies got a wrestling match?
Homer: No way.
Peter: Yep, in oil no less.
Fry: How did we miss that? oh yeah we were beaten up.
Stan: Dammit! the only time my wife is not here and i have a chance to maybe stare at other woman this happen.
Peter: Maybe we get lucky later on and see some of it.
Then the milfs show up holding Bender by the arms and thrown him on the ground.
Bender: Ouch! hey what gives?
Martha: This Robot is terrible, he might be interesting but he has no manners.
Debbie: I couldn't expect more from a machine that works on booze!
Fry: What did you do Bender?
Bender: I wanted to steal their stuff but nothing on that house is theirs, but still got mad anyway.
Martha: You tried to steal our clothes.
Peter: Nice... Uh i mean bad, yeah really bad.
Bender: Hey! it ain't my fault that these girls are fucking sexy! you can't look at their bodies and expect not to stare or steal.
the drunken robot gets up and brushes off the dirt off of his bendy, metallic legs. As he got up and met with the other men, they were still thinking about the oil wrestling and hoped to at least see it again soon. But as they were thinking of shallow perverted thoughts...
*Thunder Rumbles!*
Stan: Is that... Thundering I hear? no one told me that it was raining.
Martha: It better not be, my clothes will get wet!
Bender: Oh... I hope! *Chuckles*
Martha: Why you little...!
*ZAP!*
It turns out that there wasn't a storm brewing, but rather, the mysterious man himself!
''Good evening, ladies, how was your oil wrestling?'' He appeared to be a little charming to the females, much to their husband's ire.
Peter: Do you have it on film? i want to see it.
Debbie: You are a robot, you should not be into female humans.
Bender: Hey, i had a relationship once with a human woman, it's not so bad i tell you.
''Quiet you! you had no time for any of that. Now The challenges are going to be harder or maybe not, it depends''
Stan: No kidding! I hope it's easier this time.
''Oh i dont know Stan maybe, but now maybe the girls would like to see you guys on a challenge''
Peter: Well, what kind of-
*ZAP!*
In a snap of fingers everyone was on the Drunken Clam and a five gallon of the carbonated apple drink was there.
"For this challenge, you must serve Carbonated Apple drinks to customers while at the same time, ingoring and not talking"
Peter: carbonated apple drink? Is it like Soda?
Homer: Don't you have any beer?
Stan: What is the point of that challenge? No one cares.
"Then this will be a piece of cake to you guys"
The first person to go do the drink serving was Peter.
''Now Peter, serve your guests some drinks and be in peace and quiet, if you want to win that sweet reward''
Peter: B-but i am not the one who serves drinks, i'm the one who drinks and then pass out.
Fry: I tend to do that.
Debbie: Can i try some?
''Sorry ladies, but this rule is only for them but later maybe. Who knows''
Stan: Whatever, i guess this is not as hard.
Oh, but it was going to be hard for them all as they would soon find out, As Peter got the cups, he started to fill them with the apple drink and placed all of them on the carrying tray. He then picks up the tray and turns around to spot several customers waiting for the drinks.
Peter: Huh, maybe this won't be so bad after all.
The green pants wearing man then did his part and walked towards the customers, handing them the apple drinks while being quiet and peaceful like how he was told so he could win that reward, and at first, things were going fine for hi.
Peter: (Hey! this isn't so bad as I thought! maybe I will win after all)
He thought to himself, but what he didn't know was that this was only the calm before the storm, as the mysterious announcer was about to play dirty tricks on him.
Stan: who are all these generic looking people?
"I decided to let more then just you guys come. These people are my generic background multitude. Drink too ladies"
Bender: Hey fat ass! come fill my cup.
Peter: I ain't fat, i'm big boned.
Stan: Ain't that line from South Park?
Peter: Yeah, back when it was funny.
The rest of the men then proceeded to give out the apple drinks to the crowd, like before, everything appeared to be going well for them all. but like it was said before, it wasn't going to be good for long.
"Now lets make this interesting" The man taunted as he used his powers to make the customers act like total assholes to the apple drink carrying men, the first wave was minor insults.
Random Dude: Hey, can you hurry the hell up man? i'm dying of thirst!
One of the random customers shouted as he and others joined in on the name calling.
Stan: What the hell? first the liked now they changed? seems weird.
"Humans are impatient beings Stan. They just hate waiting"
Homer: Yeah, i feel like that all the time.
Martha: Wait, didn't he lose already by breaking the piece and quiet when the robot insulted him?
Peter: Ahnn...
"Well your right! Sorry Peter your ass is out. Now your turn Stan"
Peter: WHAT!? FUCK! *Throws tray on floor in anger*
The fat man, pissed that he just lost the first part of the challenge, is forced to sit down and pout in jealous anger as the rest of the group continued onward with the challenge, not knowing that this was rigged to test their patience.
"Hmm, good thing a bought spare trays and apple gallons" he said as he watched and waited for his next move, Stan was now next for the challenge as he picked up the tray and did the same thing like Peter, hoping to not let those insults get the best of him.
Stan: (Easy now Stan, remember, you trained at the C.I.A. so you need to be calm during missions, this is part of it). He thought to himself as to not speak.
Hoping that his training as a agent would help him, the blue suit wearing, chin similar to quagmire's, man persevered with his challenge, delivering drinks while avoiding the insults and name calling coming from the unruly customers.
"Impressive, he's already going through wave one, now lets see how he handles wave two"
Random Dude: Hey, is your wife as sweet as this drink?
Random Dude 2: I would like to meet her, show her the sweet apple of love.
Fry: Oh snap!
Martha: Rude!
Bender: HAHAHAHAHA!
Stan however, continued to ignore the ire of the customers taunting and did his best to pour and serve the drinks to hope finish the challenge, as the taunting and talking of his wife persisted and they got more and more indictive.
Random Dude 3: Hey, how thicc is your wife!?
Random Dude 4: I heard that she sent nudes to quagmire who was pretending to be a doctor or something from what I heard.
The gang could see sweat and restrained anger rising from Stan as he tried his hardest to ignore them all.
Peter: I don't think he's gonna make it.
Homer: I think he will.
Fry: I'm glad I don't have a wife.
Random Dude 5: She might be dumb, but she's fine as hell!
Random Dude 6: Is it true that you hate when she works because you want her to work on dinner only?
Random Dude 7: I heard you are unable to make her feel good at sex to such point she had a sex poltergeist of sexual frustration.
Debbie: Wow! really?
Fry: That is so cool!
Homer: Spooky!
Stan: (No... can't respond to that crap! must...resist urge...to scream like a madman) He was trying his absolute hardest to ignore every one, but the insults were louder, and more and more vindictive as they found new words to make him angry.
Random Dude 8: Hey, I heard you son hired some guy to beat the crap outta you at High School!
Random Dude 9: Is that rumor true that an alien or something was shoved up your ass?
Stan: *Shanking the tray, about ready to snap at any moment* (Please... just a few more drinks to-)
Random Dude 10: Momma's boy.
Stan: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! *Throws tray at the wall*
Homer: Holy shit! he's lost it!
Fry: I'm ducking! *Ducks behind counter*
Stan: I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! I DON'T EVEN CARE ABOUT THE CHALLENGE! He goes to one of the nearest dudes that called him a momma's boy and prepares to beat him up, but he is stopped by an unknown force as his body was still.
Stan: Hey!? What gives!?
''Sorry Stan, you lost it and i can't let you go Hulk around here, Now sit still''
He is forced to sit with the others.
''Now the insults will be stronger my friends, who is the last one to survive terrible insults? Homer or Fry?''
Homer: Oh man this sounds harsh, can i really take it?
"Well, let's see how long you last, go right on ahead" The man encouraged with a side of sarcasm. Homer, gulping at what he was getting himself into, hesitantly took the tray and began delivering the drinks to the unruly dudes who were now upping their game to see how many insults he could take.
Homer: Well, Here goes nothing, I guess.
As the Yellow man delivered the first batch of drinks, they got more ideas to berate him after watching past episodes.
Random Dude 11: Hey, I know for a fact that you framed your wife for that drunk driving accident!
Random Dude 12: Why do you choke your son so much, I'm surprised he didn't die from all those chokings of all the seasons.
Random Dude 13: Speaking of which, when are you guys gonna die in the series already? you realized that you overstayed your welcome after season ten or somethin'
Fry: Come on Homer, they are just haters, don't listen to them.
Random Dude 14: And what was up with that dream of killing your father in the car? that's fucked up man, no wonder why he hates you.
Random Dude 15: And not to mention that he didn't even let his dad get that transplant at the hospital, how do you live with yourself man? I'm surprised your wife is still married to you after all that bullshit you pulled.
''Well actually, his dad got the trasnplant but...it was more forced then actual wanting''
Random Dude 1: Hey can you give my number to your wife? I love when she put her hair down, it's way better then that bowling ball hair style where you use the ball to put down.
Random Dude 2: You're fat, stupid, retarded and bald! seriously! why is your wife still with you? is she really thinking she cant get better?
Random Dude 3: I bet you feel like such big guy for bullying Ned flanders just because he is better then you at everything.
Homer was desperately trying his best to not respond to those awful things that they were saying about him, even though those were very true about how he acted and progressively gotten worse as the unwanted seasons went by.
Random Dude 4: Hey, I heard that your wife had boob implants! I wondered if they filled those with milk...mmm!
Random Dude 5: And not to mention that those two smoking sisters of hers were fucking bitches to you man.
Fry: Don't give up Homer! you can do it! do it for Duff Beer!
This words of Fry raised his morale by just a hair as he was determined to win, just win and let this be over with, But the mysterious faceless man had again upped his game.
"Go all in" He ordered, now the customers were acting like absolute assholes to Homer.
Fry: Oh man what can possibly get worst?
Bender: i'll bet ten dollars that he'll start crying.
The announcer was now realizing that Homer was losing and panicking very badly as he was desperately trying to hold his tears in for as long as he could, but each insult was proving to be difficult to handle to ignore than the last.
Random Dude 6: JUST GIVE UP BRO! YOU SUCK AT A JOB!
Random Dude 7: YOU SUCK! X30 (Aka saying it thirty times)
Random Dude 8: I don't know why i'm here, but i'm getting the sudden urge to scream at that yellow guy for some odd reason.
Homer: *Trying to keep his tears away as they were becoming visible*
"Oh, are those tears I see? come on! be a man Homer!"
Random Dude: 9: Where's my burrito!? X30 *Shouting while hitting the table with both hands at the same time*
*BANGING!*
Bender: This is not gonna end well.
Homer: (I don't know how much more I can take this!) He thought as he was shaking his drinks hard as he struggled to keep a steady hand.
Fry: ...DONT GIVE UP HOMER!
Homer: ! (what?)
Fry: We all make mistakes, Take it from a guy who got insulted in the past and future! C'mon, show us your determination and be a badass!
Homer, looking back and Fry and listening to his words of inspiration, made him feel like not a failure, but more like a hero that could overcome anything that came at his way. And he wasn't gonna let all of these people tell him that he sucked or what they said was true.
Homer: (He's right! I can't lose! come on Homer! do it... for DUFF BEER!) He thoughted in a patriotic tone, now more determined as he rapidly started serving drinks faster than ever before, even faster than Peter or Stan.
Martha: Wow! he's getting really good at doing this! he might win!
Bender: Damn it... looks like i'm gonna lose the bet, might as well drink my sorrows away *Opens his chest door and grabs a bottle of Jack Daniels* *Cap opens!* *GLUG!* *GLUG!*
Fry: I wonder how those things stay cold in their, but nevermind, Keep going Homer! you're almost done!
The fat stupid man was nearing the finish line of the drink serving challenge, the gallon was almost empty and all of the insults that the customers were throwing at him no longer existent to him as he blocked them off from hearing, as he made his mind a total blank. Well... except he was mostly thinking about donuts.
Homer: (MMMM... Donuts...)
"And...oh! It's EMPTY! Homer just won the challenge"
Homer: WO-HOO!
Bender: Unbelivable.
Stan: He sustained all of the bad words away.
"I don't know why you said for Duff beer"
With a snap with his fingers, the ramdom dudes are gone.
"Here is your Reward Homer, a tangle web comb. Another magic object that shoots hair from it's teeth which the user can control, the user must have great patience and focus when using it, or else the comb ensnares the user painfully, for a short time Homer."
He hands over the magic hair shooting comb to Homer, who takes a look at it and at first admires the design as he had never gotten to use one at all, but it was a weird reward to get, he was expecting like Marge getting bigger tits and ass or never ending donuts and duff beer.
Homer: Huh, was expecting something... better, but I guess this will have to do, I really ought to come what's left of my hair.
Taking the reward with him, he walks up and shows it to both his male friends and the milfs, going bat shit crazy that he won something weird and something you would buy for $2 at Walmart or the dollar store.
Peter: Seriously? that's the reward? now i'm glad that I lost the challenge.
Stan: I kinda have to agree, Peter.
"Well, what did ya both expect? a way home or something? Nah, you're yellow friend might've won, but he just got-" He was then interupted when they were now into talking about the comb, apparently, they didn't hear him cleary.
Martha: Hmmm, I have to admit Homer, you did an amazing job and won the challenge, even though the reward is kinda bullshit.
Debbie: We got better rewards than that, and hope to get even more once he decides to make us do another challenge again.
Fry: Alright Bender, you lost the bet. You owe me $10 Bucks hahahaha! *Hands down his hand for the money*
Bender: *Sighs* A bet's a bet huh? alright *Opens his chest door again* Just let me...KYAH! *Throws dust at Fry's face, nearly blinding him as he got up*
Bender: CHEESE IT! *Runs away*
Fry: DAMM IT BENDER!
"HEY!" The faceless man shouted, getting their attention.
Martha: What?
Debbie: What are you so mad about?
"First of all, i CLEARLY said that this is a magic item that binds enemies with strong hair ok? Geez talk about ungrateful. Also, we're not done yet as their is another challenge for you Stan"
Stan: Okay, so what the hell is the challenge suppose to-
*ZAP!*
Before he could finish his sentence, he, the men and the milfs were teleported into a ancient greek-like arena with stone seats for the men and soft couches for the milfs asses as they wouldn't like to sit on hard surfaces.
"I figured that you fine ladies would like to sit on something soft" The mystery man said.
Martha: Thanks, but you don't need to mention our Thicc booties all the t-
Stan: HEY!? What gives!? you didn't let me finish my talking!
"It was a boring conversation anyway, so shut up and hear what I have to tell you"
The faceless man then lifted his finger, and with a snap.
The C.I.A.'S clothes began to disintegrate fast, and instead quickly replaced by medieval armor.
Stan: What the hell?
"I hope your ready Stan because your challenge is… to kill a werewolf!"
Homer: wow!
Fry: A werewolf? That is so awesome.
Debbie: And dangerous.
Martha: Are we safe?
''Dont worry the werewolf has Stan on mind only, now choose your weapon Stan''
Stan: Dammit! Fine! then i show you how much of a man i am and win this time, I choose the axe.
Then in his hands a amazing Silver axe just like from Fire emblem shows up on his hands.
Stan: Wow! Hey this looks really sharp and cool!
"Yes it is, now all you have to do is defeat the werewolf of great strength and power, and if you win, you'll be given a reward that you might like as it's something special" He said as he laid back and summoned a box of Popcorn and a medium Mountain dew to enjoy himself.
Stan: i'm pretty sure I can take on one werewolf, so come on! bring it on!
He got himself into a fighting stance, preparing to fight the werewolf as he believed that he was going to win the fight very easily.
Peter: This ought to be very interesting!
Homer: Hey! can you share some of that popcorn?
"Hell no, get it yourself, you got two legs that ain't broken *Sips his Mountain dew*"
Homer: D'OHH!
The gates of the pen that held the beast was now opening slowly, making Stan anxiously sweated as he raised his axe up high, not letting it down for whenever the Wolf monster jumped out.
But as the doors were about halfway opened, the guys were starting to have some worrying doubts about this challenge and wondered if he was going to be alright.
Fry: This seems dangerous, don't you think? are you sure that he'll be alright?
"I'm very positive that he will be fine, Fry. He'll just get some minor wounds... and hopefully no serious bite marks"
Homer: Whew, i'm glad I am not down there, even if I had that axe.
Peter: I feel the same way, last time I got into a fight that I lost was with Liam Neeson.
Homer: Wait? you lost to Liam Neeson? the guy who was in those three Taken movies? and the third one sucked by the way.
Fry: He was also in Star Wars Episode one the phantom menace.
Homer: He was!?
"SHUSH! The fights about to begin!" The mysterious challenge maker shouted as he told them to shut up, the gates were then finally opened and growling can be heard coming from the entrance.
*Growling!*
Stan: Wow... sounds like a dog *Sweating nervously* but you can do this Stan! don't puss out.
All watch with anxious stares and worried eyes, hoping that Stan makes it out okay out of the arena and wins the challenge. He takes a deep breath and looks on, preparing for the attack, but to his surprise, The wolf didn't come out... or so he thought.
Stan: Hmmm? hey, it ain't coming out, was this a scare tactic or so-
*ROARS!*
A werewolf that looks just like on one of those Van helsing movies show up from it's holding cell. He was big and scary looking, what you would expect of a monster.
Stan: DAMM!
''Try not to piss your pants ok? i gave you armor and an axe so don't disappoint us''
This beast stood several feet height, somewhere around a height of a small tool shed and was dark gray in color and had some white chest fur on it's chest. it also had big Yellow eyes and sharper whitish-yellow teeth and had sharp claws.
It was extremely vicious and threatening, and was dead set on attacking Stan, who was now shaking and looked like he was to shit himself at any moment. both stood still and waited for who ever made the first move to attack, each of them starring down on each other.
Stan: *Gulps* Is it too late to forfeit?
"Yes, even though there was no forfeit to begin with. NOW FIGHT!" He commanded as he lifted his hand and pointed his finger at the gladiator agent, making the wolf obey his commands as he then rushed in to attack, roaring and claws out as he jumped in the air to pin him down to the ground.
Stan: AHHHH! *Dodge rolls away from the beast as it landed*
Peter: Careful, Stan!
Martha: Watch out!
The wolf, standing up after it's jump to the ground, looks at Stan as it then charges at him, ready to rip and tear the man to a bunch of pieces.
Stan: Shit! can someone lend me a shield to block attacks!?
"No can do man, you need to deal with what you have"
Stan: Fuck!
He tries to run in the beast's direction and swings his
He swings the axe at the wolf monster, but the creature dodges each attack attempted by Stan, dodging faster and this beast did manage to get in some hits with his claws, hitting Stan. though thankfully his armor was strong enough to withstand claw attacks, but they wouldn't hold out for much longer, so he needed to strategize on how to kill this beast.
Stan: Oh man, what do I do? he keeps dodging my attacks and my armor can only take so much! *Looks around for anything that can be used to at least stun the beast* AH HA! there's something I can use.
He looks at spots a conveniently placed ancient fire lamp hanging from the side walls, he thinks that if he could get the monster within range, he could chop the thing off and burn the beast, it wouldn't kill him but it would hurt him.
Stan: Okay, now I know what I have to do...
He picks up some rocks and throws it at the monster, with one hitting it in it's eye, the beast roars in slight pain as it tries to get some rock residue off.
Stan: HEY! YOUR MOTHER WAS A UGLY ASS PUG! *Runs to the fire lamp*
The beast was realy angry as it chases his prey to tear him off limb from limb.
Stan: (That's right, come closer you oversized Dog) Cant touch this! hahaha!
Then the beast jumps towards him in a display of power.
Stan: That's right, just what I needed you to do! *Dodge rolls*
The agent then dodge rolled away inches from the monster's grasp, it was now above the fire lamp and as it was too distracted by getting up to sense his prey, Stan, looking at the chain that held the lamp in place, raised his axe like how Kratos raises his axe whenever he was about to throw it.
Stan: Okay... just stay still... HEAH! *Throws axe*
The fire emblem axe was then thrown at very fast speeds, it swung down in a circle like motion as the blade then made contact with the chain.
*CHAIN SNAPS!*
With the chain snapped away from the axe, the fire lamp then drops and hits the top of the wolf's head, burning his fur and causing it to roar in extreme pain as it tries to get it off him.
"Impressive"
Fry: Damn! That...
Homer: Was...
Peter: Brutal!
with the hot fires distracting the furry beast, Stan runs back to grab his axe, as he charged, he slides down and slides right underneath the beasts legs like something out of a action movie.
as he slid under the wolf's legs, the C.I.A. Agent turned gladiator then spotted his axes and goes up to pick it up.
Stan: Time to end this! *Picks up axe*
*Blade Clinks!*
As Stan picked up the axe and turned around, he saw that the wolf's fur was all mostly burnt, leaving some black patches of black burnt fur.
Then Stan reunites all the rage he had felt all this time, losing the zombie challenge, getting beaten up by Stelio Kontos again, the insults at the bar and mostly some of his own personal life shit. To give him the strenght to make his attacks more furious.
Stan: I'M GONNA CHOP OFF YOUR HEAD!
Both man and monster then charged at each other, unleashing all of their rage and fury as they were dead set on killing each other, only one was going to leave the arena alive.
*ROARS!* The werewolf tries to go in with a powerful slash attack, only for Stan to duck down quickly and chops off it's arm, spraying blood as the creature rolled back in pain as it tries to cover it's bleeding arm stump.
Stan: YOU LIKE THAT!? HUH!? THERE'S PLENTY MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM! *WAR CRIES!*
The pissed and crazed agent then goes in, swing his axe like a absolute madman, mostly getting in hits, while not much but this was to keep the beast at bay as Stan was cornering it to the wall.
Martha: Geez! he's gone nuts!
Debbie: I could relate to him whenever I had a shitty day, but I wouldn't go to THAT LEVEL OF CRAZY.
Peter: I hope he doesn't have a heart attack.
Stan: AHHH! TAKE THIS! AND THIS! AND THIS!
He was going all in, slashing and swinging with no care or strategy and it was working! the beast was backed to a corner, bleeding and hurt from all of Stan's insane attacks and it finally knelled down for the final blow.
Stan: You just got PWN'D! *Brings the axe down!*
Stan believed that this was it, he was going to kill the beast and win the challenge.
But what he didn't know is that an animal is truly dangerous when put against the wall, The beast dashed with monster speed and goes to bite his left foot with his jaw and fangs.
Stan: AHHHHHHHHHH! FUCK! LET GO OF MY FUCKING FOOT!
Upon getting bit by the teeth of the beast, Stan screamed in pain as it caused him to drop his axe to the ground. everyone watching cringed at the sight.
Debbie and Martha: OOHHH!
Fry: Holy Shit!
Homer: I know that really hurt right there!
Peter: Damn! that is almost as bad as that one time I ate that chocolate popsicle that caused my-
*SLAP!*
Peter: OW! Hey! what was that for!?
"You were about to do a cutaway gag, in this world, cutaway gags are forbidden and not to mention that they are no longer funny like they used to be"
Peter: Oh, I can kinda see your point.
Trying to hold off the pain, he goes and pulls his out foot from the monster's grasp. he manages to free his foot out, but it was injured really badly as it then caused him to fall back on his back.
*Thud!*
Stan: Shit! that hurts! I can't get up now! someone help!
"You can do it, Stan."
Stan: *Groans and grunts in pain as he tries to crawl away*
The werewolf wasn't done with the injured agent as it was getting up, full of rage as it slowly walked up to his prey, preparing to strike down with his only remaining claw hand. Stan, holding on to his injury, needed to kill this beast fast and quickly.
But as it looked like it was over for Stan, he remembered something and decided to ask the man in charge.
Stan: Hey! by any chance is this werewolf a male?
''Yes, he is male. why?''
Stan: Good! It's time to use my C.I.A. training to work. Make the male experience the biggest pain to the that area. C'mon *gets up* AHHHHHH! endure the pain!
Ignoring the pain, he slowly starts to get up from his fall. the man then got up and faced the wolf beast eye to eye, he looks at his face with no fear inside him, taunting it to hit him.
Stan: COME ON! HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!
He taunted the best some more, shouting and demanding that he hits him first. Has Stan gone absolutely crazy?
Debbie: Is he fucking insane!?
Martha: He's gonna get himself killed!
Homer: Oh god! I can't watch! *Covers his eyes, but only to open them again* Well, maybe I can watch or something, I can't really make sense sometimes as it's my character.
Fry: This is so horrible! I only know him for like one day or something, GAHH! I'm so scared that I can't even think straight than usual!
Peter: Now this is even worse then the time I- CRAP! I forgot that I can't do cutaways!
As everyone, including the challenge maker, watched on in the arena. Stan closed his eyes and waited for the beast to strike first.
*GROWLS AND ROARS!*
As the beast raised his claws in the air, everyone sitting down was certain that Stan's life was over, at first believing that he has accepted defeat and wants to die so he wouldn't have to suffer anymore in the challenges.
But to all of their surprise, when the beast brought down the sharp claws, Stan smiled as he ducked down fast almost like a bullet, and right before the monster could realize it's mistake...
Stan: CHAD LOW!
*KICK!*
*ARRHF!? Whimpers!*
He did the impossible, he preformed the chad low kick on the werewolf's balls! he kicked them so hard that it caused the beast to stop what he was doing and hold on to his bruised nuts as it once more knees down to the ground. Stan then picks up his axe, preparing to end this fight for good.
Homer: OWWW!
Fry: That was sick! He kicked a werewolf on his balls.
Peter: Always work to go straight for the balls.
Debbie: This is now considered animal cruelty.
Martha: Then don't look now, cause it looks like he's about to-
Stan then stood by the side of the wolf as he raised his axe, wanting to get this life threatening challenge over with and go rest and heal as he was now tired of the monster's shit.
Stan: I said this once and i'm gonna say it again! YOU... JUST...GOT...PWN'D! AHHHHHHHH! *Throws down axe harder than he ever did*
*SLICE!*
Martha: Never mind.
Everyone:...HOLY SHIT!
It was over, the beasts head was cut off from it's body for all time, as it dropped and rolled around the dirt, Stan raised the axe one more time in the air, letting out a victory war cry that could be heard from miles away.
Stan: *WAR CRIES!*
Homer: He won! he fucking won!
Peter: I can't believe it either!
Fry: Looks like we got ourselves the next Van Helsing in town! WOOO!
The men and women then cheered for Stan's victory as he looks back at them with a smile of success.
"Now he's proven himself to be a man, now we can end the challenge and i'll give him his reward"
*Snaps!*
With again, a snap from his fingers, Stan, the milfs and the men were teleported away back to their original place to rest, Stan noticed that he was wearing his clothes again and his foot was healed. Then his buddies came up and high fived him.
Fry: That was fucking awesome man!
Homer: really impressive!
Peter: that's even- You know what? fuck it! I don't care anymore about cutaways.
Stan: Okay... I don't know about that, but I am glad to have survived that encounter thanks to my C.I.A. Training. now it's time to talk to the man in charge.
*ZAP!*
"Well, you have won the challenge and made it out alive *Claps hands in applause* So, do you wanna talk?"
Stan: Yes, do I get my reward? and it better be something that's worth it, cause I almost lost my life out there fighting that damn beast!
''You where amazing Stan i am impressed, you just won the title of Werewolf Slayer and this beautiful axe soaked in the blood of your enemy ''
Gives him the fire emblem Axe.
The eyes of the agent widen as he was gifted with such nice weapon! now he can really do some damage the next time someone pisses him off.
Stan: Wow! thanks so much for gifting me this axe, I really love it! *Swings it a few times to practice like in action movies* I feel like Kratos from that new god of war game that came out.
"Yes, except Kratos is 100% more badass than you will ever be, and also he has a beard which makes him even more of a badass"
Homer: Awww! that's not fair! I got a stupid comb and he gets an axe!? that's bullshit man!
Peter: Homer, that comb is magic which can shoot hairs. did you even hear him the first time?
Debbie: Now I really wonder how your wife puts up with you.
Homer: Hey! this thing wouldn't cut people's heads off, I don't even know what it does!
The mysterious man was getting a little tired of the fat, yellow man's whining and bitching that Stan got a better reward than he did.
"*FACE PALMS!* THAT COMB IS- you know what? I don't even wanna get into another debate with this dumbass, so now with your prize given, do you need rest? an obviously obvious question that I asked"
Everyone nodded as they wanted to rest, As the group was going away to their houses to rest. but the two milfy ladies where not off the hook yet.
''Oh no Ladies i have something else for you two''
Debbie: Wait what?
Martha: Oh i hope is not terrible.
''You can refuse but i give good stuff if you dont and win''
The guys Dint know but the girls had to make a anonymous Challenge that Involved A Twerking competition. No need to say the Milfs where not hyped.
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At the twerking contest housted by the twerking judge, Martha and Debbie were on the stage where they would do their twerk off.
Debbie: Why are we being forced to do this again?
Martha: Because we don't have a choice, besides the Rewards can be something pretty good.
Debbie: I guess so, but to twerk and don't stop no matter what happens?
Martha: Also he said it needs to be Sexy.
The two thicc milfs then decided to spend what time they had by stretching their arms and legs, getting used to what the judge had in store for them.
As they stretched their bodies, Martha bends down and notices Debbie bending over and was showing off her impressive booty, Martha blushed as she was surprised at the sight at that squeezable ass.
Martha: Damn Debbie, you're... really good at this stretching.
Debbie: Why thank you, I've been practicing a lot after I invested in the gym, you wouldn't believe the things in there that make you sweat.
Martha, turning her face away, Continued her exercise with Debbie, after a while of exercising, the judge was there and was ready to give the ladies a Proper twerk off
''Ok Ladies, you two can twerk in all kinds of different Twerking positions if you want, but you can't stop. the first one who stops will lose, from time to time things that will show up will try to slow you down so you need to find a way to not stop twerking because of that. May the best twerker win''
Then a sign shows up that says GO!
Debbie: Are you ready?
Martha: I'm always ready.
They ladies then started with a classic twerk position, getting behind and doing that pose from Nicki Minaj's anaconda, and proceeded to shake their booties hard and fast, their booties jiggled and bounced like a mini bouncy castle.
*Jiggling!* *Shaking!*
They jut their asses out, starting with a slow up and down and following that up with a faster one as they crouched down deeper, they were enjoying this very much.
Some sweat poured off of Debbie's face as she wiped it away and went faster.
Debbie: Whew! this is intense! my butt is starting to hurt, but I won't lose, I've been through worse than this.
Martha: Don't go so hard right away, you waste your energy.
When She said that suddently water guns show up from outside the stage and aim at them. Soon enough it shot water at them like some big targets they where.
Martha: AHH!
Debbie: What?
They are all splashed with water as their bodies and booties are completely wet.
''Water Attack begins''
As the water splashed on them, it made their shirt and pants almost see through.
Martha: Where the hell did those water guns come from!?
Debbie: who cares? I actually needed that! now it's time for a change of pace.
Debbie turns around to face the judge as she continued her dance, this time putting her hands in the air and locked them together as she swished her hips back and forth and left and right. Martha followed suit, though she had a bit of trouble keeping up with her pace.
Martha: Man, this is starting to get a bit challenging.
Debbie noticed as she was panting hard in the same rhythm as Martha as they danced in unison, more water guns were shot at them, getting on their sexy bodies, making their nipples hard as they danced harder and faster.
Martha: Oh god! if they keep it up, I might slip!
Debbie: I'm having fun! I hope they don't stop!
But she spoke too soon as it stopped, the judge had something else in mind for them to overcome while twerking.
"If your Proud of your booty, then overcome shame"
Their pants then started to dissolve bit by bit, showing more of their skin till no pants where there anymore but two huge asses in panties. Each move could be heard the loud and wet booty claps.
''That some nice water right? makes pants go bye bye''
both blushed as they looked back at their huge, phat asses as they clapped with each twerk movement they made, both panted as they continued with their routine.
Debbie: *panting* I dint expect it.
Martha: *panting* Damm it!
their legs were getting sore, one of them was about to pass out from all of the dancing and exhaustion, as if getting sprayed by water wasn't bad enough, now their pants dissolved and their butts were showing with only their panties still on.
But it was very embarrassing regardless, all they wanted to do now was either win or lose as they had a feeling that something else was gonna happen.
Debbie: Damn that man! that was my favorite pair of pants!
Martha: Can this get any worse!?
She just had to say the most cliched, and bad luck words of all time, as saying those words meant that something was about to happen, and the twerk judge knew the next part was gonna be exciting
From the stage. Small white gloved mechanical hands show up next to each other. Then before they can think on something, their butts were getting slapped.
The slaps they recieved on their asscheeks were hard and each one caused them to yelp in pain and pleasure.
*SLAP* *SLAP*
Debbie: OWWW! that hurts! OOW! S-stop!
''Ass slap is a classic, so easy''
Martha: OWWW! Hey! only my husband can smack my ass! GAHHH!
The slapping of the milf asses continued, each one giving a hard SMACK on their ass cheeks, leaving a small red mark on each cheek as they slapped some more.
Debbie: I don't know how much more I can handle this! AGHH!
It felt like it was never going to end, that's when they stopped slapping and instead grabbed ahold of their thicc bootycheeks squeezing and massaging.
Debbie and Martha: AHNNN! MMMM!
They moaned as they felt those hands began to squeeze and massage their sore asses, it felt very good and it might've shown that the judge had some mercy for the ladies, but that was a ruse as after some seconds of massaging and dancing, The hands went back down and they continued their twerk contest.
The judge, having too much fun with this contest, decided to tease the milfs.
"Anyone feeling like giving up? Hehe c'mon this will all end if you just give up"
That mocking tone the judge used to demoralize the ladies wasn't going to work, as this actually made them stood up and danced harder, shaking their booties faster and faster than ever, it looked sexy and nice to see.
Debbie: No matter what you throw at us, we won't give up!
''Oh really? that amuses me''
Martha: Yeah! so hit us with your best shot! we can take it!
''Allow me to press your buttons with this button''
The button pressed caused something to raise from under the platform, there were two metal hands like before, except they had some sort of cream on them, they slowly slithered up on the milfs as they were too busy dancing to complete the challenge.
Suddenly, without warning, they smack the cream on their asses, rubbing it in good and fast as they looked back and noticed but didn't stop dancing.
Debbie: These things again?
Martha: oohh! Are they gonna rub our asses again?
But before she got her answer, the hands retreated back away and hid back to their hiding place, Both were confused as they didn't know what were they were trying to do.
Debbie: That was weird, not to mention I felt something wet, did you?
Martha: I kinda did, it felt like-AHHHNN!
Debbie: AHHHN! WHAT THE!? AHHHNNNNNNNNN!
*SWELL* SWELL*
Both looked and saw that their booties were expanding and growing inch by inch, they got a little scared as they felt their panties stretching to it's limit but then...The panties were torn off, showing off their thicc booties completely as the expanding stopped, but it made it a little harder to dance as each move caused the cheeks to make thunderclap like sounds.
This was now getting embarrassing as not only they got water on them, had their asses slapped and groped, but now they were bigger than usual.
Debbie: Damn it... now how am I supposed to fit into pants now!?
Martha: Don't give up!
Bot tried to continue onward, ignoring his games. But Debbie seemed to be getting really tired, especially since her booty was big and thicc then she was use to.
Debbie: Dammit. My ass is so heavy now...i dont know if i can keep it up.
"Dont worry it will last for two hours only hahaha now embrace defeat. One of you now! Hahahaha"
Both girls were giving it their all, using all of their strength to continue dancing and moving their hips, but it was now becoming too much as their asses were making it very hard to do so, they panted and gasped.
Debbie: so...much... dancing.
Debbie's legs were no longer able to keep up as they fell asleep after exhausting that much energy needed for the contest, her legs shaked and she then...
*THUD*
She collapsed backwards, letting her meaty booty offer some support as her ass prevented her from getting hurt, but now falling on the ground meant one thing, She was now out of the contest and the winner was Martha herself.
Martha, wiping the sweat off of her forehead, saw the judge as he stood up and started walking down towards her.
''Congratulations, Martha! you won the twerk off and are now in first place! , I've never seen a woman like you last that long in twerking. You deserve the prizes''
Martha: Is it new pants? cause I need a new pair.
''No, it's something you may like to use when you and your husband on a honeymoon, but first let me give you this medal for winning the contest first*
She is handed a gold medal that was in a shape of a booty, and it's initials said on it were...
"Best Twerking Milf Ever!"
She smiled, sure, it was a hell to go through, but she at least was done and won the twerk off.
Martha: You know? It was embarassing but somehow fun, it made me feel like a teenager again.
"Now here is your second prize"
A beam Hits her booty and a tattoo that says Booty queen shows up.
"The booty queen Tattoo will always let your booty to be in top notch to all adversities. If someone tries to let's say use a baseball bat to attack your ass, then it will bounce back giving your attacker some retribution. If you are wanting some attack, then it can also smash through brick walls and bounce up and down like a trampoline and prevent sore places besides utmost softness and smooth. The booty queen tattoo...only the ass queen shall have it"
The booty queen name and powers sounded too good to refuse, Martha smiled as she shook her booty in a victory dance, moving her sexy hips as she claimed her prize, Debbie looked up from her passed out sleep and saw that Martha was crowned winner and had the booty queen tattoo on her ass.
Debbie: so you won huh? well, as much as I wanted to win, I am proud of you for winning as well, at least you can now show off to other ladies to make them jealous.
Martha: Yes, I agree.
They go away back to the house where they choose to live since they where the only females so far.
''I wonder if i should tell them that this entire challenge was Broadcasted to all the male challengers televisions...oh well i think their reactions are priceless''
Homer,Stan,Fry,Bender and Peter had watched the whol thing on television and each one had a different reaction.
Homer: HOLY DONUT CREAM.
Stan: YEAH USA! USA!
Fry: DAYUMM!
Peter: YES! free twerking milfs footage *unzip his pants* thank you God.
Bender: Wish i had suckers to buy this hehehehe.
''Well This is all for now folks, thanks for the patience''
A\N: Do you guys think is better to say the name of those who requested the Challenge or there is no need to tell the names of those who made a challenge?