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Suggestion: Move to WhyGodWhyWouldYouWriteThatHEAVENLY GUARDIAN PRINCE BENJAMIN OF THE EASTWARD SWORDEP. 1: A MARVELOUS BOY?! DESTINY BRINGS MAGNIFICENT BENJAMIN TO THE NIGHT! One fine morning, a young man named Ben Lowenstein was sitting in his room and thinking about how great it is to not go to Stems when he tripped on a sparkling sword. Obviously, this raised a lot of questions for Ben, like: who put that there? How did he not notice earlier what could be literally the most sparkly object in the universe? How did he trip on it when he was sitting down? But before Ben could come up with any good answers, the room was suddenly filled with a blinding light. When the light subsided and Ben could bear to open his eyes, he could not help but gasp, for before him was the most beautiful—nay, magnificent—creature he had ever seen. It was another Ben. Yet, also different. His shining umber eyes smoldered as fractals upon fractals of anime sparkles twirled and spiraled within those limpid pools. His long, luscious hair appeared to be truly magical, not because it was perpetually encircled by a halo of light—although it totally was—but because, despite covering half his face, you could still see his eyebrow underneath. His dark, flowing cloak decorated with totally extraneous belts and zippers billowed in the wind despite him being indoors. Ben Bishonenstein. At last his full, perfect lips parted to sound the voice of an angel. “Ben-chan,” he spoke, and Ben’s kokoro doki-dokied furiously. He trembled as he barely forced out a whisper: “B-Benpai… you finally noticed me…” A hint of a smile danced around his glorious mouth as he pushed up his glasses, which glowed briefly and inexplicably. Clearly, Ben was in the presence of the ultimate anime. “Baka. I have yet to begin to truly notice you,” and with that he somehow threw off his cloak with one swift motion, revealing his majestic, radiant, and, most importantly, naked body. Ben’s vision was immediately assaulted by the biggest spam manatee he had ever seen. (Besides his own, because they’re sort of the same person, so.) Not only that, it was also standing at attention and throbbing very sexily, adding to its sexual sexiness. It was all too much for poor Ben to bear. He swooned and would have fallen to the ground had Ben Bishie not caught him. Ben Bishie already got to work tearing Ben’s clothes off, so it was kinda redundant for Ben to moan, “Oh, Ben, please… I… I want to do beautiful hentais with you!” Ben Bishie breathed heavily. Somehow, even his breath smelled anime. “You mean… Bentais.” And pretty soon their tongues were slithering around each other like two snakes some asshole tied together and are now desperately attempting to untangle themselves. Meanwhile, a few feet below, their pulsing fucksticks rubbed against each other. Ben Bishie also drenched their meat cudgels in magic glitter lube so that the ensuing friction wouldn’t make their crotches burst into flames, although they certainly felt like that might happen anyway since, well, everyone knows it’s really hot when the penises touch. Ben could not believe how incredible Ben Bishie’s body felt. Damn! Ben thought. I always knew I was hot, but—aaaaahh! And the reason why Ben could not finish a coherent thought was because Ben Bishie was now savagely stroking their beef obelisks. It was more than they could take, and they normally distributed their data all over each other’s bodies. Ben panted as his brain attempted to re-establish contact with the rest of his body, which felt as if it had entered a liquid phase after that climax. He would have slid out of Ben Bishie’s arms had he not held Ben even tighter and purred seductively, “That wasn’t even my final form.” Then Ben Bishie effortlessly lifted up Ben as if he weighed no more than a dick feather from the world’s sexiest bird and impaled him through the back entrance of his sex fortress. Ben Bishie thrust his eastward sword all the way to the hilt into Ben’s most southerly sheath, and at this point the sounds Ben was making were completely inhuman. Everyone in a hundred-mile radius was rendered deaf for at least 23 hours. To this day, scientists around the world puzzle over what could have possibly produced those mighty roars of unspeakable pleasure. And apocalyptic soothsayers whisper fearfully that the elder gods, believing they had heard the calls of one of their brothers, are now approaching our helpless planet, and a terrible cataclysm is on the horizon. Now back to the point, “point” here meaning “sex.” Because there is sex going on. A lot of sex, actually. Oh, by the way, this is a sex story, so you probably shouldn’t read this at work. Anyway, Ben was in so much ecstasy, you’d need to invent an entirely new number system to quantify it. And when Ben Bishie’s big-theta, bounded by Ben’s little-o, could no longer bear to sustain the growth rate of their pleasure, the two diverged to infinity. But before Ben could bask fully in the glory of the relentless ass-pummeling that just happened, Ben Bishie suddenly pulled himself out of Ben’s warm embrace (by which I mean butt) and dropped him. Naturally, Ben was confused. In the time it took Ben Bishie to do that, surely he could have instead made Ben ejaculate 7.5000 more times? Ben looked at Ben Bishie in the same way that an actor in an infomercial would look at an ordinary household product after they had just managed to fuck up a really basic task. “Wait, you’re done?” he asked. Ben Bishie blushed in a most kawaii manner and turned away. “B-Baka…” he muttered. “It’s not like I… like you or anything.” “Oh, come on. You put your dude noodle in my gravy cave in the first place. And also I’m you! Damn right you like me.” Ben Bishie valiantly attempted to persist in being extremely tsundere, but his desperate need to feel Ben’s Python in his Java was revealed when he whimpered ever so quietly, “Ben-sama, onegai... take me, uguu~,” and that was all Ben needed to hear. He turned Ben Bishie around and bent him over, and he was so anime that a herd of chibis had to frantically prance out his ass before Ben could use his massive vinculum to divide Ben Bishie’s buttocks. And each time Ben reductio’d Ben Bishie’s absurdum, Ben Bishie would moan something like “You’re so good, desu,” or “Oh, don’t stop, please, desu,” or “Oh, god, Ben-sama! …………. Desu.” Now Ben didn’t know too much about the animes, but he was pretty sure those were all good things? Sufficiently encouraged, Ben rubbed Ben Bishie’s physical pendulum as he rammed faster into him until he found their resonant frequency. Those of lesser minds would not have had the willpower to hold their constituent molecules together after experiencing the pleasure that ensued. And when they orgasmed and felt they could disintegrate from pure euphoria, this thankfully remained a metaphorical, and not physical, phenomenon. At long last, having exhausted their reservoirs of fuck energy, the two lovers collapsed to the ground in a sticky heap. Ben Bishie gasped out, “Oh, Ben-sama... our shoBen-ai has made such a mess of us, hasn’t it?” Ben looked at themselves, and indeed it was evident that they had been riding the Ben trains straight into cum heck. It was gross, sure, but it was also perfect, as all things coming from their pure, true, and sugoi-as-shit love could only be. He gazed into Ben Bishie’s wide, shimmering eyes and said, “Happens.” |
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