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| Little did Blaze realize that Moulder was underneath the water watching them in all his perverted male chauvnistic pig glory, waves of sexiness rippling the waters around him. He knew the water wanted him, and he wanted the water back, but there were two babes that needed a-boinkin' tonight. He popped up and saw Blaze and Hollione. He gave them a coy smile, his golden teeth glistening and sparkling underneath the full moon. His grey stoney eyes boring into theirs, a look of pure lust hidden in them. "Hello...." He said secretly yet exotically yet erotically yet shyly yet devilishly eerie in all his adjective holyness. "Tonight....is the night..." Moulder said, his face contracting and spasming into an eerie placid smile, "When 3 become 1." He said, knowing that the Spice Girls lines always got the ladies flocking to him like Elrond to a pair of tweezers. ---------------------------------- "Hi girls," Moulder called giddily while approaching them in a leather thong and bikini ensemble with beach towel in hand. He sat down on the side next to Rhiannon and began to rub himself in tanning lotion. "Beautiful day, isn't it?" He asked excitedly, his nostril hairs flying with obsessive excitement lingering in the air and the pheremones coming off the two girls... have they been making out? He thought slyly, winking and unwinking every now and then.... ---------------------------------- "Draco?" Moulder repeated, piling tanning lotion to the bottom half of his bikini and lathering up his hard on of peace. "Draco Malfoy? Oh he is so cute!" Moulder giggled as he blushed a cherry blossom pink. ---------------------------------- "Ooh you lucky pig!" Moulder squealed, throwing tanning lotion onto her. "He's such a sexy scoundrel!" ---------------------------------- Moulder sauntered into the woods carrying an empty jar in one hand and a feathered boa in the other. The look on his face could have delivered a calf with it's motherly-ness, not to mention he had beautiful milky white skin. An apron was all that was covering his flaming hard-on-of-peace that was swaying in the wind that was erupting continuously from his behind like a stinky perfume used only by Moulder, you could put it in a bottle like cologne and apply when needed. Stench by Moulder.The apron read: "Could I borrow a feeling?" In a script that said, "I am a sexy FBI piece of ass." The aprong was fully equipped with a thong behind and "Kitchen Doors" where his dong should be. With a concerned look upon his sexy face, he leapt upon Blaze as if she were a germ in a clean kitchen. His hair was flowing from the fart fumes like a Tarzan/Martha Stewart drag queen. He wrapped the boa tightly around Blaze's butt and began thrusting the jar in her face, unable to escape his whim and his ways, he began to sing. His voice was angelic, like a trucker drunk off his merry ass, ringing through the woods as if posessed by our math teacher Mrs. Watts. His face contorted as if he were reinacting the pep assembly when she dove into a pie. He pointed to his apron repeatedly and opened his "kitchen doors" revealing his hard-on-of-peace, which was the first 5 inches, and the rest was the boner of Tony lovin'. He finished his song... "Can you lend me a jar of love?! Hurtin' hearts need some healing! Take my hand with your glove of love!" He sang as clear and crisp as a moldy piece of bologna. ---------------------------------- "No, don't speak..." Moulder said as he tried to hush Blaze, placing a bony finger of justice onto her chapped and crackly lips that were just magically delicious. "What you need is botox..." He said as he moved closer letting her near his boner of Tony lovin' which was quite a God Damn honour!!!"Now that the ritualistic has been placed over the ritualistic boner of Tony lovin' it is time for the ritualistic sex and the ritualistic snot savoring." He said snorting loudly in the crisp clean night that would have turned on as well as skewered a wild boar called White Ruben. He gulped down his snot hungrily, spitting some onto Blaze for her benefit. "Now that you have been snotified, it's time to get sexified." He said, picking up Blaze in a caveman concoctedly aggravatedly way throwing her over his shoulders of emancipation proclamation and skipped merrily into the night of a thousand loogies' of wisdom. ---------------------------------- "I don't like any of you guys because you suck, smell, and are a bunch of sadistic losers." Moulder said delicately, as if his words could harm a pile of bricks on riddalyn. "So this will be locked. All hail Moulder the MODERATOR!" Moulder bellowed, pounding his rock hard well toned muscles and abs, his chest sounding off as tribal drums. "Blaze your banner person is the ugliest thing I have ever seen. Her stomach bone looks like the crease in her nose. Hahahha you suck." |