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by n.o.
Rated: 18+ · Draft · Dark · #2139255
A somewhat erotic-comedy horror story for Halloween

Bruce Rickerson was an average young man who kept to himself: He was quiet, stayed in the lonely areas of

his high school, and had no friends. The other students were his enemies. The girls teased him for having no

girlfriends, for possibly being a virgin, and considered a freak. He didn't look like one. He just acted like one. The

boys taunted Bruce even more. They also made fun of him, because Bruce didn't know how to act in front of girls.

They humiliated him by even stressing his virginity. The boys tried to beat him, but luckily Bruce managed to escape

with his life.

From the corner of his left ear, Bruce heard a growling from his basement. At first, he thought he was hearing

things, the same growling again in the exact same location.

"What's wrong, Brucie?", said his half-naked teacher who was about to be enjoyed.

"Was that you growling, Ms. Foser?", he said.

"Growling? Of course not.".

"Excuse me.", Bruce said. He stood up from his couch, and walked to the basement door in front of his television.

Again, he heard the growling. Bruce opened the door, and flicked on the light switch.

"Did you see a woman here? In this house?", Bruce said.

"No, just me.".

Two men came into Bruce's kitchen.

"Bruce, these are my friends Graar and Gromm. Guys, this is Bruce.", said Miee.

The three shook hands.

Miee still kept quiet. Bruce was still asleep. The two furry balls rolled off Miee's tummy and onto the floor.

They rolled under Bruce's bed. Miee checked her stomach for any more balls.

Suddenly, Graar and Gromm stormed into Bruce's bedroom. Bruce popped awake.

"BRAAGH!!!", roared one creature.

"MIEEEEEE!!", roared the other.

Graar and Gromm ran away. Bruce looked at his furry children.

This has been a shortened story.
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