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| Moulder stepped out onto the lake in a giggly mood. He wore a long dark Cher wig that could be used for the same purposes as an Indian's wig. He wore mocassins of power, and his spiritual loin cloth of justice, truth, and the American dreams. He grinned toothily into the Swamo Moon that would watch and look out for him. He looked around to the secret river that was located by the lake, wondering why not one had ever seen it before. "I dub this river... MOULDER RIVER." Moulder said darkly, pounding a sign into the ground with his hard on of peace, the sign had read: "MOULDER RIVER." Moulder took off his mocassins and felt a new surge of exotic exuberance. In fact, he thought he felt a song coming on. He stepped into the river, and began to sing... "What I love most about rivers is, you can't step into the same river twice... the water's always changing always flowing..." He sang quite beautifully, climbing onto Billy the Power Ranger who wore a life vest on every inch of him, the only part you could see was his face and tongue, since he was being used as a human canoe for Moulder. Moulder also used a combination of his hard on of peace and Billy's tongue as oars. He continued to sing: "But people I guess can't live like that, we all must pay a price, to be safe we lose our chance at ever knowing... what's around the river bend? I look once more! Just around the river bend! Beyond the shore... where the gulls fly free... don't know what for, what I dream the day might send.. just around the river bend... for me... coming... for me..." Moulder sand beautifully, oaring his way around the rampaging river of exstacy delight with his hard on of peace and Billy's tongue, he looked down at Billy's beautiful face of contractions, it appeared as though Billy were going through labor, but that was just his way of telling Moulder he was having buckets of orgasmic pleasure. So Moulder continued to sing... "I feel it there beyond those trees or right behind this waterfall.. can I ignore that sound of distant drumming? For a handsome sturdy husband who builds handsome sturdy walls.. and never dreams that something might be coming? Just around the river bend! Just around the river bend..." Suddenly, the Billy canoe came floating to a fork in the river bend. Moulder looked left and right, not knowing which direction to turn. He looked up at the sky above, shout-singing his own orgasmic pleasure, "Should I choose the smoothest curve steady as the beating drum? Should I marry Kocoum?" Moulder suddenly looked confused. "And have all my dreaming... at an end. Or do you still wait for me Linzy? Er, I mean, Sarah? Just around.... the riiiver... beeeeend." ---------------------------------- "Ooooh look Billy, it's starting to rain." Moulder said darkly innocent. But then he noticed the rain didn't smell like water from the clouds above... he also noticed that the cloud was cackling. And Moulder didn't like that kind of thing. Moulder stood up on Billy the canoe and gasped, the abyss in his pants sending him lightning boltz of orgasmic energy as Billy started to sink from the weight of Moulder. "Billy, now's not the time to sink!" Moulder shrieked, accidentally spitting whilst shrieking, the veins on his neck turning rainbow colors, meaning Moulder wasn't pleased. His well toned muscles and abs began to speak to each other in a foreign language, as if they were planning something behind Moulder's bacne of antitrust and fidelity. "DEMON CLOUD!" Moulder sang like Pocahontas as he began to pelvic thrust in the piss rain, knowing in his heart of testicular contraptions that the cloud would be pleased at his offering and move along. ---------------------------------- Moulder rolled into the scene. Gracefully, but man-full all at once. He rolled around on the ground, getting dirt on him everywhere - and not a speck to spare. He got up immediately and thrust into the air of dignity. His eyes rolled back and he smelled the air for danger, he sensed none and dropped to her knees. He dipped a finger into the dirt of succulentness and slowly sucked his finger, tasting the dirt. "Perfect for a mine field.." He whispered to himself as he crawled into a 360 degree circle. He looked up and saw two ugly monster women. "You must work for my regiment. We are hiring ugly pigs." Moulder said, taking out pieces of paper for them to sign so that they could join his force. "We have a fort and everything..." He said with a stifled snort as he picked a quill out of his ass and handed it to them. "JOIN TODAY!" ---------------------------------- "Why hello Ramiir," Moulder said coyly yet subtley with a hint of Spanish air. "Could you help me get some of this tanning lotion into my asscrack? I...can't...reach..." Moulder said slyly, picking up the tanning lotion and leaning towards Ramiir so he would take it and using his other hand to lower his bikini bottom. "Right in there...." |