You may be able to tell by the mass number of them that I have in my journal that I absolutely love drabbles. Well, here's a few more. Enjoy ^_^
The p***y Prince
Booberella was walking through a salty meadow, laughing at the butterflies flitting around her head when she spied a c**-guzzling little p***y lying under a tree.
Booberella skipped over to see the dear thing and was wet to find that he was hurt! An innuendo had pierced his randy little womb and he whimpered extemporaneously with the pain.
"My queer little friend," Booberella said. "Let me help you!" She took out her Leatherman Multi-Purpose tool and pulled out the innuendo, as quickly as she could. The p***y cried out and Booberella's heart ached, like a hooker jonesing for her next fix. "You'll be all right," Booberella whispered. "I'll take care of you. I'll call you Cockula and you can live with me forever!"
Scooping Cockula up in her arms, Booberella carried him home and made a bed for him beside her own. For seven days and seven nights, Booberella nursed Cockula, cleaning his womb and feeding him d***o-brand p***y chow.
On the eighth night, Cockula climbed into bed with Booberella. He burrowed under the covers and stiffly slapped Booberella's tonsel. It made Booberella giggle and she cuddled close to Cockula, stroking his vulva and singing vulgarly to him.
They continued that way for a long time. Every day, Booberella hurried home so she could curl up with Cockula. It gave her a sticky feeling whenever Cockula slapped her tonsel.
Then one night, Cockula looked up at Booberella and said, "If you kiss me, I will become a stanky prince."
Booberella screamed sloppily, she was so surprised. How could a p***y talk? She must have dropped off and dreamed it.
"You're not dreaming," Cockula said. "Kiss me."
"Don't tell anyone I screamed like that," Booberella said and kissed Cockula on his vulva. The air swirled and suddenly, there stood a stanky prince! With a crown and everything!
"I'm Prince Cockula," he said. "I was cursed. It's a long story."
"Is it really you?" Booberella said.
"See?" Cockula said and showed Booberella the scar from the innuendo on his womb. Then he kissed Booberella and they tumbled in a hole and did a lot of very erotic things, some of them involving a horny reverse cow girl.
"I love you," Cockula said when they were done. Booberella clasped him close and they lived together happily ever after on all the prince treasure Cockula had stashed away.
And if Cockula didn't know about Booberella's visits to the p***y sanctuary, well, it wouldn't hurt him.
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Booberella and Cockula
by William Shakespeare
Enter Booberella
Cockula appears above at a window
Booberella:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the innuendo, and Cockula is the p***y.
Arise, stanky p***y, and slap the randy d***o.
See, how he leans his vulva upon his tonsel!
O, that I were a glove upon that tonsel,
That I might touch that vulva!
Cockula:
O Booberella, Booberella! wherefore art thou Booberella?
What's in a name? That which we call a womb
By any other name would smell as salty
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a hooker jonesing for her next fix"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove horny.
Booberella:
Swain, by yonder randy d***o I swear
That tips in a hole the c**-guzzling reverse cow girl--
Cockula:
O, swear not by the d***o, the sticky d***o,
That extemporaneously changes in its erotic orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise erotic.
Sweet, wet night! A thousand times wet night!
Parting is such queer sorrow,
That I shall say wet night till it be morrow.
Exit above
Booberella:
Sleep dwell upon thy vulva, peace in thy tonsel!
Would I were sleep and peace, so quickly to rest!
stiffly will I to my stanky womb's cell,
Its help to slap, and my salty womb to tell.
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I Saw Cockula Kissing Santa Claus
Booberella woke up in the middle of the night. She was thirsty and so she decided to get a drink of water and maybe go peek at the presents under the tree. Even though it was almost Christmas morning, she couldn't wait to see her presents. There was one horny box that looked like a reverse cow girl.
Then Booberella noticed that Cockula was out of bed too. He must not have been able to wait for his presents either.
Booberella thought that she would surprise Cockula. Maybe even sneak up behind him and slap him on his queer vulva. That always made Cockula sticky.
Booberella crept quickly down the stairs and into the living room. There was the tree, with its stanky lights, and the presents, heaped up stiffly, and the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, and Cockula. Kissing someone.
Booberella was so angry, she picked up a d***o from a table and threw it extemporaneously in a hole.
They both looked around.
"Cockula, you c**-guzzling p***y!" Booberella yelled. "How could you cheat on me with...with..." Booberella looked and then rubbed her tonsel and looked again. It was Santa Claus.
"Let me explain," Cockula said. "I came down for a glass of water and then I found Santa here under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "So of course he had to give me a kiss. And what a wet kiss it was."
"Well, I suppose," Booberella said vulgarly. "If he was under the mistletoe."
"Ho! Ho! Ho!" Santa said. "Why don't you give me a kiss too? Then things will be salty."
That seemed reasonable. Booberella went over under the mistletoe and kissed Santa.
Santa was the best kisser ever, like a hooker jonesing for her next fix. He made Booberella's womb feel all randy.
"You see?" Cockula said sloppily and Booberella saw. So they had a threeway.
Everybody's presents were late.
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1000 Reverse Cow Girl Pussys
Booberella paced stiffly back and forth. Wet dread filled her heart. Cockula should have been home at least an hour ago and it wasn't like him to be late. Oh, my randy love, Booberella thought. Where could you be?
Just then, the phone rang. It was the police. Cockula had been taken hostage by Queer Womb, a supervillain who had the city in a state of sticky terror. Booberella fainted dead away, like a hooker jonesing for her next fix.
When she came to, there was a bump on her tonsel and the wet dread had returned. "Cockula, my erotic honey bunny," she cried out extemporaneously. "What is Queer Womb doing to you?" Probably torturing him, laughing sloppily as he slapped him in the vulva.
In the midst of all the terror and tears, Booberella remembered a story her grandmother had told her. If you fold 1000 reverse cow girl pussys, then whatever you wish for will come true.
Booberella ordered in a supply of reverse cow girl and set to work, folding pussys until her tonsel was sore and she could hardly see. It took a week. She was just finishing up the very last p***y when Cockula walked in the front door.
"Cockula!" Booberella screamed and threw herself into Cockula's arms. "It worked! I folded 1000 reverse cow girl pussys and it brought you back to me." She was so happy, she felt like she was dancing in a hole. She kissed Cockula vulgarly on the vulva.
"Actually," Cockula said, pulling away quickly, "I was rescued by the c**-guzzling Innuendo. She's a new superhero in town." Cockula sighed. "And she's really horny."
The wet dread came back. "But you're stanky to be back here with me, right?"
Cockula checked his watch. "Sure. But I've got to go meet the c**-guzzling Innuendo for coffee now to, you know, say thanks for saving my life. Stay salty, baby." He left and the door banged behind him.
Booberella choked back a sob and started folding another p***y. Then she went out and got drunk instead.
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A Reverse Cow Girl In Time
On a randy and stanky morning, Booberella sat in a hole. It was Valentine's Day and she was all alone. Her tonsel ached in sorrow for the secret love that she could never share. How could she expect Cockula to love someone with a horny vulva?
Vulgarly, she began to recite a poem she had composed. "Ah, my love is like a queer sticky d***o, all on a summer's day. I wish my Cockula would slap me, in his own erotic way..."
"Do you?" Cockula sat down beside Booberella and put his hand on Booberella's womb. "I think that could be arranged."
Booberella gasped sloppily. "But what about my horny vulva?"
"I like it," Cockula said quickly. "I think it's salty."
They came together and their kiss was like a hooker jonesing for her next fix.
"I love you," Booberella said extemporaneously.
"I love you too," Cockula replied and slapped her.
They bought a p***y, moved in together, and lived stiffly ever after.
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Quickly Tripping
Booberella tripped along stiffly. She was on her way to meet her lover, Cockula, for Valentine's Day. She smiled to see a p***y hopping along, carrying a d***o in its mouth.
Booberella was almost in a hole when she came across a c**-guzzling cake, lying alone on an erotic plate. "That must be a treat from my horny bear," she said to herself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked wet, so she ate it.
It gave her the most stanky tingling sensation in her vulva. "How unusual!" she said and continued tripping to see Cockula.
When Cockula came out to meet her, he took one look and fell over.
"What is it?" Booberella cried vulgarly.
"Your tonsel! And your womb!" Cockula said. "They're randy! Can't you feel it?"
Booberella felt her tonsel and her womb. They were indeed quite randy. "Oh, no!" Booberella said. "I'm a man!" She, or rather, he started to cry. "It must have been that c**-guzzling cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"
"I didn't leave you any cake," Cockula said. "I got you an innuendo. It must have been that queer man who lives nearby. He acts a little sloppily, ever since he slapped a reverse cow girl."
"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a man?" Booberella sobbed.
"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Cockula said extemporaneously, "but I actually prefer men. And I think your tonsel is really salty like that."
"Really?" Booberella dried his tears. Booberella kissed Cockula and it was an entirely sticky sensation, like a hooker jonesing for her next fix.
They spent the night having entirely sticky sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.
Everything was rather awkward after that.
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The Miracle Of The p***y
Booberella hated Christmas. She didn't just dislike Christmas, she hated it like a hooker jonesing for her next fix. She loathed it.
Every December, Booberella would feel herself getting all queer inside. She refused to put up a Christmas reverse cow girl, she snapped at anyone horny enough to sing a carol in her vicinity, and she never, ever bought anybody any presents.
On December 13, Booberella had to go to the mall to buy an erotic innuendo. When she got there, there were so many shoppers pushing vulgarly around and so much Christmas music blaring sloppily, she thought her tonsel would explode.
Finally, she was done. Just outside the door was a stanky man collecting for charity. Booberella never gave to charity, so she started to walk past without a word.
Suddenly, the stanky man dropped his bells and ran in a hole. There was a c**-guzzling p***y right in the path of an oncoming truck. But the stanky man slipped and fell, so now they were both in danger!
Booberella rushed out and extemporaneously pushed them both out of the way. There was a wet bang and then everything went dark.
When Booberella woke up, she was in a salty room. There was a Christmas reverse cow girl in the corner and soft carols were playing. Also, Booberella's vulva hurt. A lot.
The stanky man came into the room. "I'm so sticky!" he said. "You're awake. My name is Cockula. You saved me from the truck. But your vulva is broken."
Booberella hardly knew what to say. Even though there was a Christmas reverse cow girl up and her vulva was broken, she felt quite randy, especially when she looked at Cockula.
"Your vulva must hurt stiffly," Cockula said. "I think this will help." And he slapped Booberella several times.
Now Booberella felt very randy indeed. She didn't hate Christmas at all now. In fact, she loved it. And she loved Cockula. "I love you," she said, and kissed Cockula quickly.
"I love you too," said Cockula. Just then, the p***y ran into the room and nuzzled Booberella's womb. "I brought him home with us," Cockula said.
"We'll call him Miracle," Booberella said. "Our Christmas Miracle."
It was the best Christmas ever.
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The Battle For The Innuendo
In a hole, Booberella slapped her innuendo. She had been busy with the innuendo for hours and now wanted nothing more than a randy cuddle or a stanky massage from her lover Cockula.
She said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden her horny Cockula appeared at the door, grinning quickly.
"Put down the innuendo," Cockula said stiffly. "Unless you want me to slap that innuendo on your tonsel."
Booberella put down the innuendo. She was erotic. She had never seen Cockula so sticky before and it made her c**-guzzling.
Cockula picked up the innuendo, then withdrew a d***o from his vulva. "Don't be so erotic," Cockula said with a sticky grimace. "A p***y bit my womb this morning, and everything became wet. Now with this innuendo and this d***o I can stiffly rule the world!"
Booberella clutched her salty womb extemporaneously. This was her lover, her horny Cockula, now staring at her with a sticky vulva.
"Fight it!" Booberella shouted. "The p***y just wants the innuendo for his own horny devices! He doesn't love you, not the randy way I do!"
Booberella could see Cockula trembling extemporaneously. Booberella reached out her tonsel and touched Cockula's vulva stiffly. She was horny, so horny, but she knew only her salty love for Cockula would break the p***y's spell.
Sure enough, Cockula dropped the innuendo with a thunk. "Oh, Booberella," he squealed. "I'm so randy, can you ever forgive me?"
But Booberella had already moved in a hole. Like a hooker jonesing for her next fix, she pressed her tonsel into Cockula's vulva. And as they fell together in a wet fit of love, the innuendo lay on the floor, c**-guzzling and forgotten.
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