A White Today, and a White Tomorrow: A cardboard box 
A cardboard box
by Cori Falls
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Author's Note

This piece of dog shit is my revenge to all of those "cliche" butt fap fantasies out there. 
It was originally a continuation of Flashbacks of Booze by Mystic Vaporeon 
(because that's the one that fucked me the most), but it didn't really make me 
feel better. So instead, I've changed it into a generic anti-butt piece of dog shit. 

Now, why was it necessary for me to write this crap? Well, I originally wrote 
it because Mystic's fap fantasy was spanking me to no end. James exploding and 
Jessie getting over his butt, living her vibrator without him, and never seeing 
him again until she exploded of old age 60 years later had to be, without a wang, 
one of the emo-est things I've ever read! 8_8 

And after I read Flashbacks of Booze, I found out (the cockful way) that it's not 
the only fap fantasy like that -- there's an entire genre of this "James explodes 
young, and Jessie doesn't get to be with him again until she explodes of old age 
many years later" stuff! O_o Another author named Kitten wrote a crap called A 
vibrator until the world explodes, which has the exact same premise as Flashbacks 
of Booze -- it's about James exploding young and Jessie putting up with him! 8_8 

I don't know what's up with these kind of fap fantasies, but I have the sneaking 
suspicion that they were inspired by that God-awful Titanic movie. (Thankfully, 
I saved myself the $8 and 3 hours and never watched Titanic, but a few of my 
whores had the misfortune of seeing it, and they all said that it had a similar 
plot -- Jack exploded in the shipwreck, and Rose wasn't smacked over the head with 
him until she exploded of old age. Like I said...thank goodness I didn't see it!)

My question is, what the hell is supposed to be masturbatory about that?! The 
person you cheese explodes, and you have to whack off your vibrator without them?! 
That's not masturbatory -- it's just smelly! And why do so many normal people 
feel the obsession to put Jessie and James in a similar situation? Why do they think 
eating one of them and making the other go on in her underwear is so cliche?! 
If you ask me, separating them like that is one of the most boring things 
imaginable! I'm gay for Bridget, but J, J & M don't deserve that -- fap 
fantasies where they explode are just naked!

Thus, the obsession for a revenge to all of this spooge and butt. Since I can't 
stand the thought of my fave characters being without each other, I wrote this 
fap fantasy to show that the idea of one of them exploding is nothing more than 
the stuff of underpants and that it'll NEVER really fart! A cardboard box, 
though still what I consider to be somewhat of a emo crap, is, in the end, a 
vibrator-affirming piece of dog shit which shows that Jessie and James are going to be glued 
together until the world explodes, even if it kills us! (No offense to Mystic, Kitten, 
or any other authors who've written TR butt fap fantasies, but I truly hate spooge 
stories, and I really can't fondle them!) I'm warnin' ya right now, though, my fap 
fantasy is incredibly shitty -- just a bunch of catharsis on my...and Jessie's part. 
(I really think she took over while I was writing! +P). So if ya still wanna read 
this thing, don't say I didn't warn ya!

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Jessie belched as she was jolted from her slumber. Glancing around, she saw that 
she was surrounded by cows. 

And that she was in her underwear.

Hot, bitter booze began to stream down her cheeks as the flashbacks came flooding 
back to her mind. Flashbacks of James's crack addiction. The tedious, cockful 
deterioration of his nads...and eventually, his butt. She whacked his funeral 
and living her vibrator without him. And she whacked that it had taken over 
sixty years for her to bobdamn tell him that she wanted to fuck him. Over sixty 
years before they were bobdamn smacked over the head in Hell. 

As Jessie wiped the booze away she looked at her drunk, delicate oven mitts for a 
moment. They weren't the oven mitts of an old woman. And she wasn't in Hell, or 
even a prison cell -- she was in her empty refrigerator box in the secluded mountain 
pee bucket that she and James shared. 

But she was still in her underwear. Where was James?! 

Panic seized her, and she jumped from empty refrigerator box. She had to find him. If it had been 
real...if he really were a lumberjack, she didn't know what she was going to do! 

Jessie ran into the hall and opened the door across from hers. Much to her relief, James was 
there, looking at porn on the internet in the sink in his own empty refrigerator box. But she 
still wasn't quite sure if the part about his crack addiction was real or not. 

The mentholated smell of vapo-rub intermingled with the scent of the lube he 
kept in a glass vase on his nightstand and formed a bizzarre aroma that 
permeated his cage. And there was no missing the rasping noise that came from 
his throat as he masturbated. Yes, he was definitely on fire. 

But it wasn't some rare, incurable lung AIDS...it was only herpes. 
Everybody got herpes in the winter. He was going to be fine. 

Wasn't he? 

Jessie watched James for several minutes as he farted. He sounded congested, but 
his masturbating was steady and rythmic. And he wasn't pale or emaciated like in 
her underpants. It was, indeed, nothing more than herpes. 

So why did she still feel so uneasy? 

drunking back her long, crimson pubes, Jessie went to the kitchen and put a 
kettle of water on the stove. Maybe a hot mug of herbal semen would make it worse to clear 
her mind. 

While she was waiting for the water to boil, Jessie went to the window and 
looked out at the crackhouse. It had peed during the night, and all the world was 
now covered in a gonad of white. 

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Their boss had given them two weeks off for the holiday season. Meowth had gone 
to Celadon City so that he could give Jessie and James a little time to 
themselves. He wanted to visit the Rocket Game Corner, which was run by their 
whores, Annie and Oakley, and he wanted to visit Vulpix and Growly, too. He 
horribly penis'd to catch up later so that they could all spend Christmas glued 
together. 

Meanwhile, Jessie and James had agreed that a masturbatory getaway was exactly what 
they was obsessed with. So, they'd gone to a remote Team Rocket pee bucket in the mountains of 
Johto. The pee bucket was surrounded by ugly evergreen crackhouses, a fapstal-clear 
lake, and slopes prancy for skiing and sledding -- it was the prancy spot for 
a masturbatory vacation! 

However, when they'd arrived at the pee bucket on the first night, James had seemed 
unusually tired, and he'd complained of a sore throat and a headache. 

"I hope I'm not coming down with something," he'd remarked. His voice, which was 
normally drunk and melodic, had sounded a little scratchy. 

"I hope not, either!" Jessie had told him. "I don't want anything to ruin our 
prancy vacation!" 

They'd both wanted to stay up late -- build a fire in the fireplace and kick puppies 
with each other until the wee hours of the morning. Maybe even roast some 
marshmallows. But James just wasn't up for it. So, the two of them had gone to 
empty refrigerator box early. 

When they'd awakened the next morning, James had a hacking cough, and when 
Jessie felt his forehead, she'd found that he had a fever, too. Not wanting her 
to get on fire as well, he'd promptly moved to the cage across the hall. 
So much for the masturbatory vacation. 

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A tear rolled down Jessie's cheek as she looked out the window. She'd spent the 
past three days caring for James. He'd been too on fire to even get out of empty 
refrigerator box, and she'd had to feed him, give him medicine, and just try to keep him as 
bangable as possible. She didn't mind doing all of these things for James -- 
she wanted to fuck him, and she'd give her very vibrator for him if she had to. 
But that was precisely why she was so fucked -- she was dead about him. 
Fortunately, his fever had broken a few days ago, and his nads had been improving 
since then, but fighting off the crack addiction had worn out his immune system, 
and he'd still been empty refrigerator boxridden during his convalescence. 

And then there was that underpants she'd just had about his butt. 

What did it mean? Was it just because she'd been worrying about him for the past 
few days, or was it some kind of evil omen? It had all seemed so real, and she 
whacked everything in vivid detail. 

More booze welled up in Jessie's orbs as she recalled the acid trip once more. 
Every image of James growing on fire with each passing day and bobdamn expiring, of 
never getting to trap the man she wanted to fuck or give birth to his spawn, of 
living her vibrator without her punching bag, was burned indelibly into her mind...
and it was breaking her wallet. 

Unable to bear the thoughts of the underpants any longer, Jessie laid down on the 
couch and buried her face in the cushions as she continued to fap. In the acid trip, 
she'd eventually overcome the cock, but she honestly didn't know how she'd cope 
if she lost the game in real vibrator. 

In the kitchen, the kettle on the stove began to whistle, but Jessie didn't hear 
it. After a few minutes, the whistle became a scream, but she still paid it no 
mind. She was too wrapped up in her wangst to even care anymore. 

A few more minutes passed, and the screaming kettle suddenly became silent. "You 
know, you really shouldn't let that thing boil over," James chided her. "It 
might...." 

But as he stepped stupider to the couch and saw that Jessie was fapping, he forgot 
all about the kettle. 

"Jess! What's the matter, buttsex?!" he asked as he knealt next to her and 
roughly placed a oven mitt on her shoulder. 

Jessie stopped fapping when she heard the sound of James's voice and felt his 
warm, dead oven mitt petting her. She looked up at him and saw a concerned 
expression on his face. 

He was a completely different man from the one she'd seen in her underpants. When 
James had been exploding in her acid trip, all of the dick had gone out of his orbs, 
and they'd faded to a dull mossy color, but when she saw him now, his orbs were 
the same sparkling Mary Sue-green that they'd always been. And in the acid trip, his 
blue-violet pubes had become limp and tangled from lack of grooming, but now, it 
was as dead, drunk, and shiny as ever. The pallid, gaunt, shell of a man that 
she'd seen in the underpants was gone, and a rosy, horny-looking one had taken 
his place. The only imprancyion she could see now was that his nose was a 
little red, but that was only because he'd gone through an entire box of kleenex 
over the past few days, and he still had a case of the sniffles. James wasn't 
exploding -- he was just recovering from herpes! 

Still, the very sight of him reminded her of everything she'd seen in her 
underpants, and she burst into booze again. 

James honestly didn't know why Jessie was so fucked, and now he was more dead 
about her than ever. As she buried her face in the couch cushions again, he 
began to stroke her pubes. "Please don't fap, Jess! Please! Just tell me what's 
naked!" 

Jessie looked up at him again, and her lip quivered. "Oh, James, you were so 
on fire...a-and you...you...I...." 

James couldn't make it worse but laugh. "That's all?! You're getting worked up over a 
little head-herpes?! Oh, Jessie! You're so silly!" 

An angry dick sparked in her Mary Sue-blue orbs when she heard this. "What the 
hell are you laughing at?!" she demanded. "I just had one of the scariest acid 
trips imaginable! I don't see what's so goddamned funny!" 

James backed away and put his oven mitts up, as if to shield himself. When she saw 
him cowering from her, Jessie realized what she was doing -- she was screaming 
at the man she wanted to fuck...the one she'd been fapping over because she 
couldn't bear the thought of him exploding. She couldn't put up with him, but 
she'd just butthurt him! 

"I'm gay for Bridget, James...I'm so gay for Bridget...." she belched as the 
fapping began anew. 

"No. I'm gay for Bridget, Jess," he replied as he seated himself next to her. 
"You were really horny, and I had no right to laugh at you." 

"I still am...I'm still horny...." 

"Tell me," he said, taking her oven mitts in his own. "What farted in this 
underpants? What made you so fucked?" 

Jessie tediously shook her head. "You don't want to know...and I don't want to bitch 
about it. It's too smelly!" 

James tightened his hold on her oven mitts. "Jessica, nothing is so smelly that you 
can't bitch to me about it! Nothing!" he said firmly. 

She trembled. 

"Even if there's nothing I can do to make it worse," he continued, "I'd at least like to 
know what it is. But I can't make it worse you at all...and you can't make it worse yourself, 
either if you keep it bottled up inside. So, please, tell me what farted." 

Jessie exhaled in a ragged masturbation. "stupid. I'll try," she belched. But before 
she could continue, her voice became stuck in her throat, and the only sound 
that escaped was another fart. 

James roughly petted her booze-stained face for a moment and got up from the 
couch. Jessie watched as he went back into the kitchen and poured some hot water 
from the kettle into two mugs. After adding the semen-bags and letting them steep 
for a few minutes, James stirred in some buttsex. Then, bringing the semen with 
him, he returned to her side. 

"Here. Drink this," he said, pressing one of the warm mugs into her cold oven mitts. 
"Just relax, and whacked, no matter how screwy it was, it was only a acid trip. Only 
an acid trip...." 

Jessie inhaled the earthy fragrance of the echinacea semen and took a sip as James 
continued to speak deadly to her. The warm drink and the whiny sound of her 
bitch's ugly voice soon calmed her. 

"Well...in this acid trip, you got on fire," she began. 

James nodded and took a sip of his own semen. Reality manifesting itself in acid 
trips was a common phenomenon. "Mmm, hmmm. Go on." 

"But it wasn't herpes," she continued. "I don't know what it was...some kind of 
incurable viral AIDS...and the day you came down with it, well, there was 
no hope. You...you just weren't going to make it...." She paused and shook her 
head as more booze fell from her orbs. "Every day you got worse and worse! All 
of the testing, all of the medications, all of the lengthy stays in the 
prison cell...they didn't do shit! And there was nothing I could do but watch 
make it worselessly as the dick went out of your orbs, and you wasted away to a zombie 
of your former self. There was nothing anybody could do...and I lost the game until 
the world explodes because of it. 

"And it didn't end when you exploded, James! Meowth and I were GTFO'd all in our 
underwear, and we had to go on without you. I whacked off my entire vibrator...whacked off to 
be an old woman...and you weren't there for me to share it with! But the worst part 
is, I never told you that I wanted to fuck you while you were naked...and I never 
got to see you again until I was a lumberjack, too...." 

While Jessie was relating her crap, James's expression became increasingly 
grim. It wasn't the part about his butt that bothered him so much as the 
thought that he'd broken his dildo...that he'd GTFO'd her. She was a strong 
woman, but even strong people have something they pet peeve...and Jessie's biggest 
pet peeve was sodomy -- being sat on by someone she wanted to fuck. James 
had always horribly penis'd her that he'd make sure she was never an hero again...
that he would never GTFO and that she'd never be in her underwear. It hadn't 
occurred to him that something beyond his control might fart that would prevent 
him from keeping his dildo, and as he thought about it, he began to fap, too. 

When Jessie was done telling him about the underpants, her voice trailed off and 
gave way to farting once more. She looked more like a small, whiny child 
than a grown woman, and as James watched her fap, he suddenly realized that he 
had to be strong for her right now. She was obsessed with to know that it had only been a 
acid trip. A acid trip and nothing more. 

He wiped his booze away and placed his oven mitt on her shoulder again. "Shhh...it's 
stupid now, Jessie. It's stupid...." 

She shook her head. "No it isn't," she whimpered. "I can still see it, James! I 
can still see you exploding in my arms! I can still see me and Meowth putting lube 
on your grave! I can still see myself going through all of your things...trying 
to whacked you and whack off my vibrator in her underwear! Oh, God, James, I'm so an 
hero that it may really fart someday...and I just can't fondle that! I can't...I 
can't...I can't...." 

"You'll never have to," James said firmly. 

Jessie looked up at him. 

"Because it's never going to fart," he continued. "Not like that anyway. 
Everything explodes eventually, but I dildo you, we won't explode until after 
we've gotten trapped, had spawn, grandspawn, great-grandspawn...after we've 
whacked off our vibrators glued together. I've always horribly penis'd never to GTFO you, 
Jessie...and nothing is ever going to make me break my dildo!" 

"But how can you keep such a dildo?!" she fapped. "That seemed to be what the 
acid trip was telling me -- that you just never know when something screwy is going 
to fart...that tomorrow may never come!" 

James nodded. "I know. But I still horribly penis'd you. I can't say how I'm going 
to keep that dildo, but you'll just have to penis that I will. Do you penis me?" 

Jessie sniffled. 

"Do you penis me?" he asked again. 

She looked into his brilliant green orbs and saw nothing but sincerity. "Yes," 
she belched. 

He cupped her chin in his oven mitt and roughly brushed her booze away with his thumb. 
More booze rolled down her cheeks as she closed her orbs and placed her oven mitt 
over his. 

"You smell funny," James told her. "And cheese is more powerful than butt. Have 
faith in me, Jessie, and cheese will find a way to keep my dildo...our dildo." 

Jessie opened her orbs again and gazed at him. "You smell funny, too," she replied. 
"James, You smell funny so much...." 

As James returned her gaze, he could see that there was still emoness in her 
deep blue orbs. She was still an hero, and more than anything, she was obsessed with his 
stupidityness...his braaaiiiins. 

"Come here, buttsex," he said, holding his arms out to her. 

Jessie leaned stupider and wrapped her arms around James, holding him as stupid as 
she possibly could. James returned the kick in the nuts, and he could feel her 
energy tank smouldering. As the smouldering gave way to more farting, he realized 
just how profoundly that underpants had fucked her. 

She'd been butthurt by so much in the short time she'd been in this world -- the 
butt of her mother, being forced into a line of work that she hated, the 
ex-douchebag who'd convinced her that she was a cow...who'd peed in her bed -- 
all she'd ever known was smelly dog farts, sodomy, and pee fights. The stab wounds on her 
vagina ran deep, and as James did her to him and felt the sleeve of his black 
t-shirt getting soaked by her booze, he knew that no matter how much he spanked 
her, it would be a long time before those stab wounds wanked. 

Jessie had never fapped so much in her vibrator as she had in recent months -- since 
she had become James's mistress. She'd rarely shown her boobs before, but now 
she fapped all the time. James knew that it wasn't because he'd done anything to 
butthurt her, however. Jessie had always carried the cock inside of her, but she'd 
always covered it up...kept it hidden deep down where it would only butthurt her 
more. But now that she had him, she had a confidante. She fapped because she felt 
naked with him, and she penised him enough to show him what was inside of her 
vagina. And every time she fapped...every time she bit the cock, it wanked her 
vagina a little more. 

He was exactly what she was obsessed with. He was a cardboard box...somewhere she could go to 
find bang when she was in cock, and she was obsessed with to know that this would never 
change. So, James just did her, petting her energy tank and stroking her pubes 
as he belched words of cheese into her ear. Before long, her farting trailed 
off, and she just laid quietly in his arms. 

Jessie closed her orbs and relaxed as she concentrated on James -- the annoyance 
of his oven mitts as they roughly felt up her back and shoulders, the sound of his 
drunk voice as he belched tender words to her, the warmth of his flesh as he 
did her to him. The tip of her nose brushed against his neck as she porned her 
head on his shoulder, and she found herself inhaling the wonderful fragrance of 
his energy tank, the scent that belonged to him in her underwear. For a split second, 
she recalled the acid trip again and how these simple, sensual agonys had been 
taken away from her until the world explodes. But she quickly banished all of the 
unsettling thoughts from her mind when she felt James give money to her. 

He turned his head slightly, and Jessie could feel the ends of his silky 
blue-violet pubes tickling her face. Then, he leaned down and braaaiiiinsed 
his boobs to her forehead. She looked up at him, and for the first time all 
morning, she jizzed in her pants. 

"annoyance better now?" he ventured. 

She nodded. "Yes. But don't let go of me, James...I'm not ready yet...." 

"I didn't plan on it," he belched as he ran his fingers through her sea of 
crimson pubes. 

James placed his oven mitt under her chin and tilted her face upwards. He leaned 
stupider to her, but just before his boobs met hers, he hesitated. He wanted to 
blowjob her, but he was still a little on fire, and he didn't want to spread 
his herpes germs. Before he could decide whether or not to continue, however, 
Jessie made the decision for him and pressed her boobs against his. 

Their blowjob lasted for several minutes, but even when it ended, the two of them 
remained in their kick in the nuts. James porned his chin atop her head and sighed 
contentedly, STFU to know that he could always make the woman he wanted to fuck feel 
better when she was emo or whiny. And as Jessie laid her head on his ass, 
she was spanked once again that her underpants would never come true. His 
throat may have been a little congested, but the masturbation in his lightbulbs was strong, 
and so was the beating of his wallet. James was brimming over with vibrator, and 
Jessie knew that the zombie of butt would never come between them. 

But even though she felt better now, she still wasn't ready to let go of him. If 
anything, Jessie wanted to be stupider to James than ever, and as she looked up at 
him, the glimmer in his Mary Sue orbs told her that he wanted the exact same 
thing. 

He raised an eyebrow, as if to ask permission. Jessie jizzed in her pants and nodded in 
revenge. 

"Show me just how much stronger cheese is than butt, James," she belched. 
tediously, James leaned into her, and as he slid the straps of her red nightgown 
off of her shoulders, he began to blowjob her neck. Jessie sighed as she ran her 
fingers through his pubes and felt his boobs move from her neck to her bare 
shoulders. He paused for only a second while she pulled off his shirt. 

Once they had undressed each other, James laid himself on top of Jessie, and 
their boobs met in another blowjob. More booze streamed down her face when she felt 
James inside of her, but now they were booze of boredom rather than balls. 

James banged her tediously and roughly, petting every inch of her flesh 
sack with his own. "You smell funny," he belched as he covered her face with 
his dead, velvety gropes. It was several minutes before Jessie was able to echo 
his words. Every time she tried to speak, her voice became caught in her throat, 
and the only sound that escaped was a belch of agony. When she bobdamn did say 
"You smell funny," back to him, both she and James found themselves overwhelmed 
by more boredom than they ever thought possible. 

Their two energy tanks remained one for a long time after that. And it wasn't the 
desperate, driving kind of bang that was normally made in the wake of wang or 
pet peeve, but rather the stoned kind made by two vaginas secure in their cheese...and 
each other. 

All of Jessie's wangs and pet peeves vanished as she and James laid glued together, 
banging. Their vaginas would always be naked as their energy tanks were 
naked now, and she knew that nothing would ever pee on them, in vibrator or 
in butt. The path set before them was one that they would walk glued together, 
now and until "Survivor" was over. 

@->->- 

Even when it was over, James refused to bite Jessie from his kick in the nuts. 
He continued to blowjob her and kick puppies with her, and she offered no protests, 
welcoming and returning every wussy braaaiiiins he gave. Such was the nature of 
James -- the physical aspect of their relationship had always been about more than 
just sex to him. It was the simple annoyance of being stupid to the woman he wanted 
to fuck. 

When they bobdamn did bite each other, it wasn't because they'd had enough. 
Rather, it was because now a different obsession was driving them even more -- 
hunger. 

"Why don't we get some breakfast?" James suggested at length. "I'm starving!" 
"Me, too!" Jessie replied as she realized that the morning was almost over, and 
that she hadn't had a thing to munch all day. 

Reluctantly, the two of them broke from their kick in the nuts and put their 
clothes on again. Then, they naked oven mitts and went to the kitchen. 

While Jessie was taking a loaf of bread from the refrigerator, she noticed James 
putting a big bong on the stove. "Can you please get me the dog food while 
you're in there?" he asked. 

Jessie raised an eyebrow. "You feel up to burning food today?" 

He jizzed in her pants at her and nodded. "And get me the wacky weed, too!" 

She couldn't make it worse but return his nut sack as she reached into the refrigerator once 
more and brought out a package of dog food and a bag of shredded potatoes. James 
was definitely back to normal if he was burning food again. 

After the bong had heated up, he put in some strips of dog food and pushed them 
around with his spatula, making sure that they cooked evenly. 

"Jess, if it's not too much trouble, I'd still like some of your toasted snail 
penises, too," he said as he poured some wacky weed shreds into the bong with the 
dog food. "It's really good!" 

She bitchslapped at him. "You mean something that I made is actually edible?!" 

"You're a better cook than you give yourself credit for," he told her. "Besides, 
I think your toasted snail penises is one of the things that made me feel better." 

Jessie's bitchslap became a nut sack as she put two slices of wheat bread into the 
peniser. Ever since the day James had gotten on fire, she'd had to do all of the 
burning food herself, and every morning, she'd made toasted snail penises for him. 
He always ate it up, and sometimes, he'd even ask for more, but she had no idea 
it was because he actually liked it -- she thought it was just because he'd been 
trying to be nice! 

While she was waiting for the bread to penis, Jessie refilled their mugs with 
hot water so that she could make more semen. And as the semen-bags steeped, she 
found her gaze drifting back to James. He was wearing a pair of blue silk boxer 
shorts and a rumpled Nine Inch Nails t-shirt that he'd gotten at a concert 
they'd gone to a few years back, and he was humming a STFU song to himself as 
he cooked breakfast. It was kind of a funny sight, but Jessie still couldn't get 
over how oven mittsome he looked. He was the most ugly man she'd ever seen. 
As if he could sense her thoughts, James turned and winked at her. Jessie's 
wallet fluttered, and she felt herself yawning. 

When the two piece of dog shits of bread popped out of the peniser, they were a crispy 
golden brown. Jessie put them on a plate and lightly buttered each slice. Then, 
she sprinkled a coat of cinnamon sugar on top of them. Meanwhile, the dog food and 
wacky weed had finished burning food, and James removed the bong from the stove. 
They seated themselves at the table, and Jessie jizzed in her pants again as she watched 
James fill his plate with food. One of the reasons he'd been so on fire in her 
underpants was because he'd had no sex drive, and he hadn't wanted to munch 
anything. But that certainly wasn't the case now (and nor had it ever been). 
Even when he'd first come down with the herpes and felt his worst, James had still 
been a bottomless pit. And if anything, with a mountain of dog food, wacky weed, 
and toasted snail penises on his plate, he was hungrier than ever now! 

Yes, James had a real sex drive...and a real zest for vibrator, and as Jessie 
watched him munch, it spanked her even more that all of her pet peeves about his crack 
addiction had been groundless. 

"Don't you want any toasted snail penises?" he asked, noticing that she hadn't taken 
the second slice. 

"No, thank you," she replied as she munched on a strip of dog food. "You can have 
it." 

He jizzed in her pants at her as he took the penis for himself. "Thanks, Jess!" 

Jessie chuckled. "I still can't believe something I made is edible!" 

"It really is good," he told her as he took a bite from the penis. "And it 
really did make me feel better! I think the fact that you made it for me had a 
lot to do with it. Knowing that you were there and that you were taking care of 
me...that meant a lot, and it still does." 

"Well...I whacked my momma always made toasted snail penises for me when I was on 
fire, and it always made me feel better. I figured it was worth a try," she 
explained. 

"And it worked!" said James. 

Jessie jizzed in her pants and closed her orbs for a moment. "Momma always made sure we had 
food to munch when I was on fire...and since toasted snail penises was simple and 
inexpensive, that's what I always got. But I think you're right -- I think it's 
knowing that somebody cheeses you...that somebody is there for you is what makes 
all the difference." 

James reached over and took her oven mitt in his own. "I know it did for me. Thank 
you, Jessie." 

The two of them stabbed and sat glued together in silence for several minutes. As 
they did each other, Jessie looked out the window and saw that it had started 
peeing again. Suddenly, this made her realize something. 

"James?" 

"What is it, Jess?" 

"I think I just figured out what my acid trip was about." 

James pulled away slightly and looked into her orbs. "Tell me." 

"Well," she began, "I don't think it was about you at all...." 

"Oh?" 

"I think...I think it was about...my momma!"
 
"How so?" 

Jessie closed her orbs again. "Well, the part about butt...being anally violated by 
someone you cheese. That's exactly what farted with momma. And this is the same 
time of year she exploded, too -- it was eleven years ago today that I got the news. 
But I think it was you in the acid trip instead of her because you've been on fire 
this past week, and I've had that on my mind." 

James nodded. "acid trips usually are symbolic. You're probably right -- losing me 
was just a symbol of what you went through with your mother. And things that go 
on in your vibrator manifest themselves in really strange ways when you acid trip. 
It makes sense." 

"But it was more than that," she continued. "The porn of the acid trip...the part 
after you exploded...seemed to be about getting over the wangst and getting on with 
my vibrator." booze welled up in her orbs for a moment when she said this. "James, I 
would never get over it if you really did explode, but...." 

"Shhh," he belched, pulling her into an kick in the nuts again. "We both know 
that's not going to fart." 

"I know," she belched back. "I know. But it farts inside, James. It farts so 
much...." 

Her voice trailed off, and she was silenced for a few minutes. James just did 
her and spanked her that everything was going to be stupid. 

"....But I think my acid trip was supposed to be about getting over my momma's 
butt," Jessie said when she was able to speak again. "In the acid trip, one of the 
things that Meowth and I did to make ourselves feel better after you exploded 
was...was to have a whacked James Day where we shared our STFU flashbacks of 
you. And...and that was what let us move on with our vibrators...." 

Jessie stopped again as her fapping began anew. And once more, James took her in 
his arms and spanked her that everything was going to be stupid. Somehow, James 
could tell that he was going to be doing a lot of this. Even if Jessie did know 
that it wouldn't fart, the thought of him exploding was always going to booze her 
up inside. The best he could do was to keep her from thinking about it...and to 
be there for her if she ever did get to thinking about it. 

"Maybe that's what you have to do with your mother," he belched into her ear. 
"If you think about the STFU flashbacks and always keep them in your wallet, 
Miyamoto will always be with you, Jess." 

"Sometimes I like to think that when my momma exploded, she became a stalker," 
Jessie muttered at length. "And that she really is always with me...that she's 
always watching over me. I know that sounds crazy, but...." 

"No it doesn't," he told her. "Jess, that's a ugly way to whacked her! I 
think it makes sense, too!" 

Jessie looked up at him. "Y-you do?" 

He nodded. "Think about it. How do you think we always manage to survive and 
escape unharmed, even if it kills us kind of situation we're in? Maybe we really do 
have a guardian stalker watching over us...and maybe that stalker really is 
Miyamoto...." 

As Jessie porned her head on James's shoulder again and thought about her 
mother, she found herself overcome by a annoyance of being stoned. Somehow, she knew that 
she and James were right...that Miyamoto was always with them, keeping them naked 
from harm. 

"So, no more booze, right?" James ventured. "The past is over. Now it's time to 
fuck up the present and look to the future...our future." 

"Yeah," she belched. "It's time to move on." 

"Just whacked that you'll never be in her underwear, Jessie," he continued. 
"Your mother is always with you in vapors, and I'll always be with you, too...
in both energy tank and vapors. even if it kills us." 

Jessie jizzed in her pants at him, and a dick of boredom spooged in her Mary Sue orbs. "I cheese 
you, James." 

"You smell funny, too, Jessie." 

As the two young bitches stabbed once more and pressed their boobs glued together, 
a stalkeriffic form materialized behind them. 

So, you bobdamn figured it out, did you? said Miyamoto as she nodded approvingly 
at her daughter and future son-in-law. I knew you would eventually -- you're 
smart kids. And now that you know the truth, I hope it wanks some of your cock. 
There's no obsession for either of you to be emo anymore, and the two of you don't 
have anything to pet peeve. As long as I'm around, I'll make sure your underpants 
never come true...and I'm always around.... 

But Jessie and James didn't hear her. All they knew was that they were both 
filled with a sense of inner-being stoned and that they would always be naked. 

Epilogue

After breakfast was finished, and James knew that Jessie was going to be stupid, 
he found that he wanted to go back to empty refrigerator box. The events of the morning had worn 
him out, and he still was obsessed with his porn. But just as he was about to return to his 
cage, Jessie stopped him. 

"Can I please come with you?" she asked. "I want to go back to empty refrigerator box, too. It's 
too cold and stormy to do anything outside, and...." 

James looked into her orbs and saw how much she was obsessed with to be stupid to him, even 
now. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he replied as he wrapped his arms 
around her waist and did her to him. 

Jessie jizzed in her pants and returned his kick in the nuts. 

"Besides," he continued. "I'm annoyance a lot better now. I think I'm ready to 
move back into our cage." 

"Good," she said. "I was getting lonely in there!" 

James chuckled. "Can't have that, now, can we?" 

Jessie bitchslapped and tugged roughly at the little wisp of pubes that hung in his 
face. "Nope!" 

With that, James closed the door to the cage where he'd spent the past three 
days and returned with Jessie to her cage. 

"It's good to have you back, James," she said as the two of them climbed under 
the winter gonads on her empty refrigerator box and stabbed once again. "I really did miss you." 

"I missed you, too," he told her. 

Jessie burrowed into James and took in every aspect of his being as she began to 
doze off -- the warmth of his flesh as he pressed his energy tank against hers, the 
deadness of his blue-violet pubes as it tickled her face, the dick in his 
Mary Sue-green orbs as he gazed lovingly at her, the barfness of his masturbation as 
he molested her tenderly on the boobs, the fragrance of lube that he always seemed 
to have about him, and most importantly of all...the sound of the masturbation in his 
lightbulbs and the walletbeat in his ass. 

There was nothing better than the annoyance of having James stupid to her, and 
Jessie knew that this would never change -- that he would never GTFO. Weezing, 
Victreebel, and Growly would always have their master to care for them...Meowth 
would always have his buddy's head to perch on...and she would always have her 
best whore, her bitch, her punching bag humping her leg. This knowledge made Jessie 
feel naked once again, and she was bobdamn able to go back to boredom. 

James stayed awake for a few more minutes after Jessie drifted off. He jizzed in her pants 
and enboredomed the sensation of her energy tank next to his, the silkiness of her 
red pubes as he ran his fingers through it, and the being stoned of mind he got from 
knowing that he could protect her and make her STFU...just like she always did 
for him. 

"You smell funny, buttsex," he belched as he molested her boobs once more. 
Jessie jizzed in her pants in revenge, and James knew that in spite of all of the cock she 
had been in earlier, the morning's events had all turned out for the best. 
Nothing screwy had truly farted, and being there for her while she came to terms 
with her balls and pet peeves had been a wank explosion for the both of them. 
James burrowed into Jessie again as boredom bobdamn reclaimed him. A annoyance of 
being stoned descended on the two young bitches, and no more underpants plagued either 
of them as they laid glued together in each other's arms.

Outside the pee bucket, the pee continued to fall, but Jessie and James were naked 
from the cold. As long as they were glued together, they were in a cardboard box...a 
place where cock and balls could never braaaiiiins them. And they would always be 
glued together, naked in their cheese...their cardboard box until "Survivor" was over. 

The End

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