Discordian Stories

Sucking the squirt from Strife’s thighs Barely holding in my own horny sighs Void-eyes dilating as I look out And wonder -- What were we fighting about? ….oh, right... I Spite-fucked A demon His name was Pain (Sadomasochism, his favorite game) And… while I reached for the knife and slid its kiss between my thighs ...Mmm, I got so wet, that I stained the whole bed Pain leaned in close, offering me a collar of scars Meeting...

The slate gray of this timeline was exactly the reason why HQ sent him here. He had to be Johnny Appleseed. He had to sow seeds of purpose in the nooks and crannies of timelines like this. That was his mission, as an Algorithm Adept. Sometimes being a chaos mage with a marketable libido was a blessing and a curse for the amount of work he had to do. But someone had to do it. Finding an unmarked back alley in this Wastelan...

deAngelo Brighton was one of the only ones at the party that knew that the party was actually for a wedding. Fitting, as that is something the Maid of Best Men ought to know. It was Halloween. It was Samhain. It was 3 AM. And at this point, the music was loud and penetrative. Everyone was in costume. deAngelo was dressed as the white rabbit who had seen better days as his white frizzy hair looked like doll fluff escaping...