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0-0 Emily...
RvB as Star Trek part 3!! Oh boy it’s time for my favorite boy Donut!! Just in case you don’t remember, Donut is canonically a furry. Some notes/show info: - Caitians are a species from the Star Trek: Animated series, they’re very obscure but also cat people, so come on. Donut is a catboy.
- He’s a little more of fanfiction Donut, rather than canon Donut. A little less gay jokes and a little more “god this bitch is gay! Good for him, good for him”. But he’s still so Donut and I love him. Also, it’s incredible that the time travel plot line with Wash could ABSOLUTELY be canon to Trek. Definitely a cool two-parter.
- In this AU, he’d get his injury in a sort of a Captain Pike-like way. But he wouldn’t decide to get it healed or anything, I think. Donut is not ashamed of what he looks like!
Chapter Two: Cum Slut
It’s been 53 days since the staff took their break. During that time sarge won $100k through the lottery. Rather than setting aside that cash Sarge put each penny into the club. I say it was spent very wisely. Instead of having just one janitor, they now have two. Yes, Sarge spent $100k to hire one more janitor. The amount of complaints that too much piss was on the floor were too annoying. And the mc donalds threatened to call mcfucking health departmemy again. They dont want that mexican fuck ever coming back, they cant even understand him. For all they know he could be a terrorist
“Alright, cum slut,” Sarge started, his glare concentrated on his failure-of-a-child Simmons, “we’ve got another staff willing to work here. I need you to show her all of the stuff she's gotta do, how to do it, and where to do it”
“Wh-” Simmons gave Sargesan a ‘bitch-what-the-fuck’ look, but Sarge didn’t see it because Simmons has a fucking military grade helmet on. He got it for his miliary fetish. Way to go, dickhead.
Simmons glared at his daddy then walked to the main room where Simmons saw the new recruit leaning against the center stage. “What’s poppin bimbo, my name is probably Simmons," Simmons said, then Simmons looked at the new recruit, "so, what’s your name?" Simmons asked her.
"Carolina," she responded. Simmons was surprised. Simmons didn't expect her to be an advanced Karen.
"Carolina, that's a nice name," Simmons paused, "Why are you working here" Simmons asked
"My dad neglects me," Carolina started, causing the maroon armor fucktard to sigh and fall asleep, "he films videos here. I came to get attached to him since my biological dad commited suicide after my mother drowned. He's all I have. Because if you offer your whole self to the world they’ll stare in awe for your incredibale sewing skills, simmons! Our dog has been dead for about 2 years now and I don't know what to do. Now that he puts mustard on his sandwiches feel as if I'm losing a part of myself—I need him back. The Satanists holds our wrongdoings against us and eventually our past will make up for lost time to us and devastate our business! jesus will eat your fears. I hope having eye contact with him everyday strengthens our relationship because Jesus will remind him that homosexuality isn't a sin. The matter of fact is that we must consitraite on eliminating the problem at hand.”
"Cool beans" Simmons responded, having not listened to any shit she said. He zoned out to images of his brother instead of being a functioning human fucking being.
“Have you heard of our lord and savior Jesus?” Carolina asked, pulling a bible out of her assvagtiddyhole, “he has helped me through my miserable life so much. I’m a single mother with three hundred unvaccinated children who are the light of my life. They’re such little angels. Would you mind babysitting them for me sometime?”
Before Simmons could reply the teal bitch continued, “Oh! Would you like to see them?”
“No-”
Carolina pulled another thing out of her humongous ass: a photograph. Simmons leaned forward to look at it. The three hundred fifty three “angels” in the picture all had rotting flesh and appeared to not have ever taken a bath, “Water turns children into queers. I'm not against it, I just don't want my children to be faggots," she paused" Don’t you see? They’re-”
Gaymonss's wackie tackie then rang static. Instinctively he raised it to his mouth much like other things. "What was that, over?"
Simmons was cut off by Karenlina, "Excuse me,,, I was talking,” she scoffed once Simmons refused to acknowledge her, “of course a degenerate male would interrupt a strong Scorpio woman such as myself.” She continued ranting as Simboyance turned around and walked out of the room. Stepping slowly to not upset the momzilla.
Eventually he made it to their one peepee place: the bathroom. He sat down at the corner closest to the door. He raised his knees and the communication device up to his chest. "Hello?" He whispered.
"MY DICK SLIPPED INTO A LOBSTER" Simmons can only assume that was Grif. I mean, who would be stupid enough to do something like that? Use lube you dumbass.
Suddenly Simmons heard the bathroom door open. "Simmons?" an unmistakable voice talked, causing Simmons to swivel his head around, "we need you out back. Also Stop coming here to jerk off, it's wierd and its gross hearing you moan while i'm trying to take a shit" Do nut stated
“Uh let's go” Simmons stood up and began walking with Dounut to the back room.
Donut started, "Sarge thought it would be a good idea to buy a lobster tank"
"Why?" Simmons wondered out loud.
"Because aesthetic, thats why" Donut responded, "the delivery man purposely dropped the container though.. because Grif tried to take his pants off. Anyways we need to pick them all up now" Donut finished as they arrived to their destination.
The scene displayed in front of them had Donut gagging. And he rarely does
Grif had his rod consumed in that larry lobster coochie. “Leave some space for Jesus” Sarge yelled from the table he was on. Pussy.
Ignorant of the other crusty crushstaions surrounding him, Grif responeded with an “OK”. One lobster launched towards him at sonic speeds. In a swift anime battle scene it utilized its crusher claw to cut Grif's gigantic wee wee clean off , the blood gushing enabling the penetrated lobster to escape with the penis still attached.
The rest of the crustaions instantly pursued. With the last one slithering away Grif murmured through shock "It took my pp,".
With tears obscuring his vision he gazed toward Sarge, "my son" he wept
“I must get him back! I have to”
Happy Halloween! Sailor Donut at your service~ Figured he was the most uh... flashy, to give to people on Halloween. I mean look at all that light-red. Wash will be out on Friday. Church on Sunday. Ahaha. Get it? I’ll go now. Others In The Series: [Washington] [Maine] [Texas]
[Simmons] [Grif] [Caboose] [Church]
I can’t stop thinking about if the RvB cast looked like puppets from Elmo’s world
Like what if they
Are them
(Side note: Despite Bert and Ernie having the most similar relationship to Simmons and Grif, I’d gladly accept Telly Monster and Big Bird instead)
And he
And is him
And then this guy
(Sarge had no gifs I had to work with what I got)
Is this guy
(Same chaotic energy I stg)
And that lovely soldier
Is that lovely soldier
Chapter One: Fuck Berries
Things were getting spicy in the Blood Gulch Club. Franklin delano donut is a 38 year old stripper. He goes by Donut because his very hot and totally legal mother disapproves of his profession 😔
His mother, Yorkshire Terrier really fucking hates Donut and filed for divorce with his husband Washingtub. Washy also despises Donut's holes. They kicked out Donut when he was 69 months old, forcing him to seek refuge in an orphanage. There he met this man who has been there for 80 years, but refuses to leave. He goes by the name Sarge, but everyone ignores that and calls him delusional twatwaffle anyways.
This made Sarge really depressed so he opened a strip club by the name of Blood Gulch Club. Since it was built on Blood Gulch Avenue- Sarge has dislexceea. He forced his two sons, Simmons and Grif to work there. He demoted Simmons to janitor because Simmons wouldn't stop putting his peeny weeny inside of Grif's vagina. The two would often make out and do gay incest shit on the bar, and knocking over drinks. Some people even joined in with shoving their magnum dongs inside of Simmons's smelly asshole.
Simmons really enjoyed anal so he was fine with it. Grif, on the other hand, got jealous because nobody wants to stick their flaccid penis inside of his own asshole. So he decided he wanted to work the bar. It was a good compromise since Sarge was sick of seeing gay shit in his elegant 6 star strip club. However Donut was alright with his job as the main stripper, because he was the oblyof stripper.
However even with their amazing staff, the Blood Gulch Club didn't have many attendees. Only 17 per week which is terrible compared to Commandle which has over 60 million per week. Worst thing is Commandle across the street next to a McDonalds managed by a dumbass named Coconut or some shit. So the Blood Gulch Club has been losing customers because every fat ass in the country wants McDonald's before they get laidl. Fucking degenerates like that belong on a cross. Or, in this case, getting their asses plowed into next Tuesday by some greasy man's peepee.
Nonetheless, Donut's holes were quite popular with the regulars. I mean sure, he may be the only stripper Sarge's broke, yet extremely hot, ass could afford, but he was pretty good. Just seeing that man perform? Instant orgasm. This was the case with most customers, leaving a gooey sticky mess for Simmons to clean up. Every. Day. except for Sundays, Sundays are for the Lord
The Blood Gulch club was more active than usual. Sarge was aware of this sudden increase.
"Those dirtbags finally realized that our strip club is superior to Commandle!" Sarge screamed, like a fucking grandfather on heroine.
Simmons gave the twatwaffle a side glance and sighed, "Which results in more cleaning up. Do you know how many people have a piss fetish? Jesus Christ. I think I almost had an aneurysm," the maroon dumbass complained, aggressively jabbing his mop at Grif's bootyhole.
"HARDER PAPI!" Came Grif's reply, his cat eyes twitching as he moaned. He was then bent over the bar as Simmons continued to fist the shit out of Grif's asshole with the greasy and disgusting mop. Literally, and figuratively.
Locus's gaze trailed over to where the two were having some sort of fucking aneurysm by the looks of it.
"They're having gay sex again," Locus noted, turning over to Felix who had his pants unzipped and was jerking off, his eyes looming on the pair. Letting out a groan, Locus spoke, "I don't get paid enough for this shit."
Like he was fucking Sonic, Felix ran over and inserted his microscopic penis inside of Simmons's owo.
"FUCK YEAH IT'S HORNY TIME!" Felix screamed like a mad lad as he bottomed out and began thrusting into his hairy asshole.
Señor Lopez, the health inspector walked in to this scene playing out "Porqué?" he asked as he left the facility. This mf will not fail No Nut November. Mass respect to this dude. Go follow his Instagram account @xXIts_Lopez_PrivateXx
Suddenly, Grif grabbed the mop and pulled it out of his asshole. He then yanked Simmons off of Felix's penis, "Get your 🅱enis out of 🅱aby 🅱oy's 🅱ole," he sternly said, and grabbed a plunger from the air and stuck it on Felix's little weeny, "haha, 🅱uck it 🅱elix."
Grif then flipped Simmons over and wrapped his tail (which is seven feet long) around the maroon dude's throat. This fucking chocked Simmons, but because nobody has sanity or any dignity, this turned the cunt nugget on.
"OH YES DADDY!!!" Simmons moaned, slamming his head down onto the bar table so hard that he fell unconscious.
Grifster saw this as his chance to shine!! He then you i good the no ued Simmons's asshole, and plummeted his very very very very very very very very big dong into it.
It looked like a scene in a porn movie, and it was. Church had set up his recording equipment and started recording the scene so that he could upload it to his two subscribers on YouTube. He was so happy that he got this opportunity that he almost bust a nut,,, but he had to contain his urges........
Meanwhile,,,
Rat Man actually got even more turned on with his pp being stuck in the plunger, causing it to grow by 0.01 cm. That's quite an improvement. You might even be able to feel it poking your asshole now. "AH~~~~! F@$T3R L0CU$!!!!!1!!!1!!!!" The literal lobotomite moaned, placing his hand on the plunger and jacking himself off.
Locus saw this and pulled out his gun and shot Felix's peeny weeny a few dozen times. It grew flaccid and did the dieded.
After that Felix fucking exploded because he committed the greatest sin of all..
He failed No Nut November.
After losing a security member, Sarge decided to close the club for the rest of the week. To let the staff grieve. The staff that consisted of people who wanted Felix dead, but a couple days off never hurt anybody.