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Bill.. please..

"Hey slut." Shooting Star. Oh god not today.

"Grunkle Ford sent me down here for entertainment." She winked at me.

Ew.

"Kay, slut. Take off your pants." She said,  chewing her gum.

I looked at, eyebrow raised.

"Oh that's right! Silly me." She approached me, kneeling down by my pants.

Pinetree, why are you letting this happen!?

She reached for my buckle.

Why didn't you tell me, Pinetree?

She's unbuckling my belt.

You're an all knowing demon, Bill. How didn't you know?

Unzipping my pants.

That's it.

Wait Bill what.

A blue dome surrounded me, blasting away Shooting Star.

"Pinetree!?"

"Bill?"

[DISCONTINUED]Why Didn't You Tell Me, Pinetree?Nơi câu chuyện tồn tại. Hãy khám phá bây giờ