Cupjaun Is Love, Cupjaun Is Life

KOKONUT

I was only nine years old. I loved Cupjaun so much, I had all the merchandise and movies. I'd pray to Cupjaun every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given. "Cupjaun is love", I would say, "Cupjaun is life". My dad hears me and calls me a faggot. I knew he was just jealous for my devotion of Cupjaun. I called him a cunt. He slaps me and sends me to go to sleep. I'm crying now and my face hurts. I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me. It's Cupjaun. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "This is my house you ugly fat bitch". He grabs me with his powerful cup hands, and puts me on my hands and knees. I spread my ass-cheeks for Cupjaun. He penetrates my butthole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Cupjaun. I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water. I push against his force. I want to please Cupjaun. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in. Cupjaun looks him straight in the eye, and says, "rawr xd". Cupjaun leaves through my window. Cupjaun is love. Cupjaun is life.