/calm/ Let's create a Soytan fanfiction together

[B_B_GHAST]

*It's 1:14 AM, and you're still awake resting on the couch, facing towards it. You see a bright flash, sounds like a picture was taken of you by a cell-phone camera.

Soytan: "Oh my Fauci, I forgot to turn off the flash. Crap, hopefully, that didn't wake him up." Soytan whispers clueless that you're still awake.

*You finally fall asleep, and wake up by Soytans new Nintendo Alarm Clock.

Soytan: "Good morning pookie, I already created a batch of waffles for both of us, I already ate mine. I'm kinda running late for work, don't mind me taking a shower here while you eat."

*One thing about pod living is that everything is contained in one small room, even the shower. It is similar to those showers in recreational vehicles where the shower and toilet are in the same small space. You watch her get in the shower, and she strips naked from her Princess Peach PJs. You see the outline of her beautiful curvy body from the frosted glass door while she delightfully hums bathing herself.

Soytan: "How are those waffles Anon, are they good?" she says to you while showering.

(You): "They're great, I love them!"

Soytan: "Thanks! Made them with a special ingredient that makes them taste great. However, when I'm out of my pod, you gotta be too. Even though I'm not allowed to drop names of my clients, the two I have today Soyteen Liker and Acro are a handful so I want to get this day done!"

*Soytan finishes up showering, she cracks the glass shower door open a bit to get her clothes on the shelf beside it. You can somewhat see her Soylent milkers jiggle through the frosted glass as she tries to reach and grab her clothes. She then changes inside and comes out.

Soytan: "Look at this good boy who ate all the waffles!"

(You): "Mhm!" as you nod your head while enjoying the last bite of her amazing waffles.

*You pack your things and head out her pod, about to walk to the exit of the pod living complex until Soytan shouts something to you.

Soytan: "I should be back home from work at about 4:20 PM, want to meet me on Discord at that time? Let's see if we can play online."

(You): "Sure my hekkin buddy! See you then!"

*As you walk down to the exit, Soytan smirks behind you quietly giggling.

Soytan: "He doesn't know!" she says in her head. "He didn't know that the secret ingredient to my waffles was my breast milk~, should I tell him on 'cord? I'm not sure..."

*You drive home, excited to talk with your new attractive friend on Discord in a few hours.

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@B_B_GHAST do you like this fanfic so far it's so hekkin cute!

Soytan then puts a milk carton called “ Brest milk” back into the fridge. “Man that’s a strange name to give to bug based milk! I should definitely tell anon about this on discord! but if I find out hes a Gooner I will blood eagle him…”
Suddenly she hears something getting knocked down inside her pod… “h-hello? Someone there?…”

Meanwhile as your about to leave the array of pods you see something in your rear view mirror… SOYTAN JUST GOT THROWN OUT HER WINDOW! FALLING TEN STORIES OF STACKED PODS HITTING A COUPLE ON THE FALL DOWN!
you rush out of your car running towards Soytan who seems to somehow survived with minor injuries .
”OH MY FAUCI! SOYTAN ARE Y-”

but before you can complete what you say.. a yellow man with slanted eyes wearing a eskimo suit jumped out the broken window Somehow landing on the ground like some marvel characte.
as he landed a blue car filled with green gas pulled up from the alley way. a hecking exclusive body positive African American who was driving the car said ”get in booru namefag” then before you know it him, the person of color, along with the kidnapped Soytan started to drive away

”SOYTAN NOOOooOoOoOo!,,!,!” You shout as you try to chase after the car. You swear you could almost hear her scream “anon help me!” But sadly due to your frail soybo- I mean hecken epic phasic did not have the stamina to run nearly as fast as the (albeit slowed down by the diverse water weight driver tipping the car to one side at a 90 degree angle due to his weigh- I mean body positive lifestyle)

and to make things worse you caught a whiff of that green grass leaking out.. you start to violently vomit and shit and piss your pants and felt half your liver shut down.. the last thing you hear before you pass out was what was playing on the cars radio… something like “oh I’m a… Barty?… no.. Martycuck?..” sadly it was muffled by the sounds of shit being sprayed out of your ass 50 feet in the air..

“I will find you Soytan… and I will save you and kill those hacking bigots….” You whisper as pass out…

 

[ribbon]

you bump into Soytan in a GameStop by accident. She is staring at the Nintendo games, trying to find a gemmy new game. “O-oh, hello, I didn’t see you there! My name is Soytan!” she says to you.

“Ummm, my faaavorite game on the Switch is definitely ‘Animal Crossing: New Horizons’,” Soytan replies shyly. “The artwork, the music, it’s all so gemmy, not even a hint of coaliness in sight. It’s the best cozy getaway, pun intended!”

Soytan gasps and tries to cry out, but nothing comes from her silent form. Her large, dark eyes widen as she watches the violence unfold, and a mix of fear and excitement consumes her. Despite her panic, her body betrays her, secretly getting wet at the thought of being used like this. She remains frozen, biting down on her lip, as she's suddenly craving a johnson even more. Her mind fills with images of being filled, stretched, and bred by such a forceful johnson. She can't help but let her imagination run wild, thinking about how she'll tell all her friends about this hidden underground desire of hers. But she knows she can't talk, so she won't say a word.

When it's finally over, Soytan feels ashamed and scared, but also deeply aroused. She pulls her sweatshirt up and checks herself, fearing a tear. If no harm is done, she'll quickly straighten her clothes and leave, desperately wanting to forget this horrid memory. At the same time, a part of her wishes it would happen again, accompanied only by the face of that large, black dominant dick-wielder.

She squirms on the couch, wanting to rub against the slickness that's pooling between her legs, but she remains still, trying so hard to suppress her response. When it's over, she blinks rapidly to clear her watery gaze and blushes even deeper. A whisper escapes her lips, “I…I don't know what's happening to me.”

Soytan hesitates and clears her throat nervously, “I-I… I've seen a lot on Blacked lately, and I have this, um, dark little secret. I keep fantasizing about being taken, used, and bred by a johnson. I'm so… aroused by these thoughts. Please, oh please, let it happen.”

Her voice trembles, pleading and desperate, as she covers her mouth with her hand before looking up at you shyly with tears welling up in her eyes. There’s vulnerability and fear etched across her features, but equally, there's eagerness and anticipation for the fulfillment of her basest desires.

Your expression remains stoic as your giant, throbbing dick materializes before her wide, horrified eyes. The sheer size of it causes her heart to lurch in her chest, a mixture of fear and fascination coloring her features.

“B-but… wow… I… I’m so scared. But I also… want to feel it inside of me, please,” Soytan whispers in a trembling voice, desperation woven in every syllable. She bites her lip as she slowly moves closer to you, her eyes fixated on the black monster before her.

“HOLD MY CLOTHES!” Soytan yelps, trying and failing to scramble backward. Her efforts are futile. You grab her by the nape of her neck and pull her in, so her face hovers mere inches away from your 30-inch monstrosity.

Her body tenses, eyes wide, as if preparing for impact. Your hands pinch her chin firmly and angle her head, guiding her mouth towards your meat. She lets out a soft whine, her lips parting as they wrap around the engorged tip.

As the first hot jet of thick cum reaches her throat, Soytan's eyes widen even further, her breathing hitched in surprise and awe. It's followed by what seems like gallons, each spurt sending jolts of pure sensation throughout her entire body.

Her eyes flutter, rolling back in ecstasy, as she convulses in your grasp. Her body arches, toes curling, nails digging into your thighs. Overwhelmed, Soytan's eyes finally roll back fully as splintering orgasms crash through her, stealing her consciousness for a moment.

Soytan's last conscious thought is a grateful, automatic "thank you" before she loses all sense of self. Her mind has been thoroughly conquered, leaving the promise of the unspoken question: "will there be more?" etched on her lust-filled visage.

 

[Xiuhcoyotl]

you bump into Soytan in a GameStop by accident. She is staring at the Nintendo games, trying to find a gemmy new game. “O-oh, hello, I didn’t see you there! My name is Soytan!” she says to you.

“Ummm, my faaavorite game on the Switch is definitely ‘Animal Crossing: New Horizons’,” Soytan replies shyly. “The artwork, the music, it’s all so gemmy, not even a hint of coaliness in sight. It’s the best cozy getaway, pun intended!”

Soytan gasps and tries to cry out, but nothing comes from her silent form. Her large, dark eyes widen as she watches the violence unfold, and a mix of fear and excitement consumes her. Despite her panic, her body betrays her, secretly getting wet at the thought of being used like this. She remains frozen, biting down on her lip, as she's suddenly craving a johnson even more. Her mind fills with images of being filled, stretched, and bred by such a forceful johnson. She can't help but let her imagination run wild, thinking about how she'll tell all her friends about this hidden underground desire of hers. But she knows she can't talk, so she won't say a word.

When it's finally over, Soytan feels ashamed and scared, but also deeply aroused. She pulls her sweatshirt up and checks herself, fearing a tear. If no harm is done, she'll quickly straighten her clothes and leave, desperately wanting to forget this horrid memory. At the same time, a part of her wishes it would happen again, accompanied only by the face of that large, black dominant dick-wielder.

She squirms on the couch, wanting to rub against the slickness that's pooling between her legs, but she remains still, trying so hard to suppress her response. When it's over, she blinks rapidly to clear her watery gaze and blushes even deeper. A whisper escapes her lips, “I…I don't know what's happening to me.”

Soytan hesitates and clears her throat nervously, “I-I… I've seen a lot on Blacked lately, and I have this, um, dark little secret. I keep fantasizing about being taken, used, and bred by a johnson. I'm so… aroused by these thoughts. Please, oh please, let it happen.”

Her voice trembles, pleading and desperate, as she covers her mouth with her hand before looking up at you shyly with tears welling up in her eyes. There’s vulnerability and fear etched across her features, but equally, there's eagerness and anticipation for the fulfillment of her basest desires.

Your expression remains stoic as your giant, throbbing dick materializes before her wide, horrified eyes. The sheer size of it causes her heart to lurch in her chest, a mixture of fear and fascination coloring her features.

“B-but… wow… I… I’m so scared. But I also… want to feel it inside of me, please,” Soytan whispers in a trembling voice, desperation woven in every syllable. She bites her lip as she slowly moves closer to you, her eyes fixated on the black monster before her.

“HOLD MY CLOTHES!” Soytan yelps, trying and failing to scramble backward. Her efforts are futile. You grab her by the nape of her neck and pull her in, so her face hovers mere inches away from your 30-inch monstrosity.

Her body tenses, eyes wide, as if preparing for impact. Your hands pinch her chin firmly and angle her head, guiding her mouth towards your meat. She lets out a soft whine, her lips parting as they wrap around the engorged tip.

As the first hot jet of thick cum reaches her throat, Soytan's eyes widen even further, her breathing hitched in surprise and awe. It's followed by what seems like gallons, each spurt sending jolts of pure sensation throughout her entire body.

Her eyes flutter, rolling back in ecstasy, as she convulses in your grasp. Her body arches, toes curling, nails digging into your thighs. Overwhelmed, Soytan's eyes finally roll back fully as splintering orgasms crash through her, stealing her consciousness for a moment.

Soytan's last conscious thought is a grateful, automatic "thank you" before she loses all sense of self. Her mind has been thoroughly conquered, leaving the promise of the unspoken question: "will there be more?" etched on her lust-filled visage.

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Soytan then puts a milk carton called “ Brest milk” back into the fridge. “Man that’s a strange name to give to bug based milk! I should definitely tell anon about this on discord! but if I find out hes a Gooner I will blood eagle him…”
Suddenly she hears something getting knocked down inside her pod… “h-hello? Someone there?…”

Meanwhile as your about to leave the array of pods you see something in your rear view mirror… SOYTAN JUST GOT THROWN OUT HER WINDOW! FALLING TEN STORIES OF STACKED PODS HITTING A COUPLE ON THE FALL DOWN!
you rush out of your car running towards Soytan who seems to somehow survived with minor injuries .
”OH MY FAUCI! SOYTAN ARE Y-”

but before you can complete what you say.. a yellow man with slanted eyes wearing a eskimo suit jumped out the broken window Somehow landing on the ground like some marvel characte.
as he landed a blue car filled with green gas pulled up from the alley way. a hecking exclusive body positive African American who was driving the car said ”get in booru namefag” then before you know it him, the person of color, along with the kidnapped Soytan started to drive away

”SOYTAN NOOOooOoOoOo!,,!,!” You shout as you try to chase after the car. You swear you could almost hear her scream “anon help me!” But sadly due to your frail soybo- I mean hecken epic phasic did not have the stamina to run nearly as fast as the (albeit slowed down by the diverse water weight driver tipping the car to one side at a 90 degree angle due to his weigh- I mean body positive lifestyle)

and to make things worse you caught a whiff of that green grass leaking out.. you start to violently vomit and shit and piss your pants and felt half your liver shut down.. the last thing you hear before you pass out was what was playing on the cars radio… something like “oh I’m a… Barty?… no.. Martycuck?..” sadly it was muffled by the sounds of shit being sprayed out of your ass 50 feet in the air..

“I will find you Soytan… and I will save you and kill those hacking bigots….” You whisper as pass out…

B_B_ARYAN has spoken…

you bump into Soytan in a GameStop by accident. She is staring at the Nintendo games, trying to find a gemmy new game. “O-oh, hello, I didn’t see you there! My name is Soytan!” she says to you.

“Ummm, my faaavorite game on the Switch is definitely ‘Animal Crossing: New Horizons’,” Soytan replies shyly. “The artwork, the music, it’s all so gemmy, not even a hint of coaliness in sight. It’s the best cozy getaway, pun intended!”

Soytan gasps and tries to cry out, but nothing comes from her silent form. Her large, dark eyes widen as she watches the violence unfold, and a mix of fear and excitement consumes her. Despite her panic, her body betrays her, secretly getting wet at the thought of being used like this. She remains frozen, biting down on her lip, as she's suddenly craving a johnson even more. Her mind fills with images of being filled, stretched, and bred by such a forceful johnson. She can't help but let her imagination run wild, thinking about how she'll tell all her friends about this hidden underground desire of hers. But she knows she can't talk, so she won't say a word.

When it's finally over, Soytan feels ashamed and scared, but also deeply aroused. She pulls her sweatshirt up and checks herself, fearing a tear. If no harm is done, she'll quickly straighten her clothes and leave, desperately wanting to forget this horrid memory. At the same time, a part of her wishes it would happen again, accompanied only by the face of that large, black dominant dick-wielder.

She squirms on the couch, wanting to rub against the slickness that's pooling between her legs, but she remains still, trying so hard to suppress her response. When it's over, she blinks rapidly to clear her watery gaze and blushes even deeper. A whisper escapes her lips, “I…I don't know what's happening to me.”

Soytan hesitates and clears her throat nervously, “I-I… I've seen a lot on Blacked lately, and I have this, um, dark little secret. I keep fantasizing about being taken, used, and bred by a johnson. I'm so… aroused by these thoughts. Please, oh please, let it happen.”

Her voice trembles, pleading and desperate, as she covers her mouth with her hand before looking up at you shyly with tears welling up in her eyes. There’s vulnerability and fear etched across her features, but equally, there's eagerness and anticipation for the fulfillment of her basest desires.

Your expression remains stoic as your giant, throbbing dick materializes before her wide, horrified eyes. The sheer size of it causes her heart to lurch in her chest, a mixture of fear and fascination coloring her features.

“B-but… wow… I… I’m so scared. But I also… want to feel it inside of me, please,” Soytan whispers in a trembling voice, desperation woven in every syllable. She bites her lip as she slowly moves closer to you, her eyes fixated on the black monster before her.

“HOLD MY CLOTHES!” Soytan yelps, trying and failing to scramble backward. Her efforts are futile. You grab her by the nape of her neck and pull her in, so her face hovers mere inches away from your 30-inch monstrosity.

Her body tenses, eyes wide, as if preparing for impact. Your hands pinch her chin firmly and angle her head, guiding her mouth towards your meat. She lets out a soft whine, her lips parting as they wrap around the engorged tip.

As the first hot jet of thick cum reaches her throat, Soytan's eyes widen even further, her breathing hitched in surprise and awe. It's followed by what seems like gallons, each spurt sending jolts of pure sensation throughout her entire body.

Her eyes flutter, rolling back in ecstasy, as she convulses in your grasp. Her body arches, toes curling, nails digging into your thighs. Overwhelmed, Soytan's eyes finally roll back fully as splintering orgasms crash through her, stealing her consciousness for a moment.

Soytan's last conscious thought is a grateful, automatic "thank you" before she loses all sense of self. Her mind has been thoroughly conquered, leaving the promise of the unspoken question: "will there be more?" etched on her lust-filled visage.

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Thanks, 'ru troons are just gonna copy and paste this on every new Soytan gemmy submission instead of saying "bvilt for bbc".

 

[gem]

Soytan then puts a milk carton called “ Brest milk” back into the fridge. “Man that’s a strange name to give to bug based milk! I should definitely tell anon about this on discord! but if I find out hes a Gooner I will blood eagle him…”
Suddenly she hears something getting knocked down inside her pod… “h-hello? Someone there?…”

Meanwhile as your about to leave the array of pods you see something in your rear view mirror… SOYTAN JUST GOT THROWN OUT HER WINDOW! FALLING TEN STORIES OF STACKED PODS HITTING A COUPLE ON THE FALL DOWN!
you rush out of your car running towards Soytan who seems to somehow survived with minor injuries .
”OH MY FAUCI! SOYTAN ARE Y-”

but before you can complete what you say.. a yellow man with slanted eyes wearing a eskimo suit jumped out the broken window Somehow landing on the ground like some marvel characte.
as he landed a blue car filled with green gas pulled up from the alley way. a hecking exclusive body positive African American who was driving the car said ”get in booru namefag” then before you know it him, the person of color, along with the kidnapped Soytan started to drive away

”SOYTAN NOOOooOoOoOo!,,!,!” You shout as you try to chase after the car. You swear you could almost hear her scream “anon help me!” But sadly due to your frail soybo- I mean hecken epic phasic did not have the stamina to run nearly as fast as the (albeit slowed down by the diverse water weight driver tipping the car to one side at a 90 degree angle due to his weigh- I mean body positive lifestyle)

and to make things worse you caught a whiff of that green grass leaking out.. you start to violently vomit and shit and piss your pants and felt half your liver shut down.. the last thing you hear before you pass out was what was playing on the cars radio… something like “oh I’m a… Barty?… no.. Martycuck?..” sadly it was muffled by the sounds of shit being sprayed out of your ass 50 feet in the air..

“I will find you Soytan… and I will save you and kill those hacking bigots….” You whisper as pass out…

While blacked out, you have the strangest vision. You find yourself vividly dreaming of a heckin' bone-chilling liminal space based on a neckbeard's basement, oh my Backrooms this is such a spooky kino with no cheap jumpscares! Albeit, the stench of the room is horrendous and gag-inducing, as if that the odor from that brapcar had leaked into your dream. The halls are poorly lit, and at least an inch of an unknown sludge covers the floor.
"Am... Am I in heccin' HELL evendoe the afterlife is DEBUNKED by SNOPES?"
You wander around these defiled halls for what feels like hours. Between the discarded hot pocket wrappers and moldy napkins, you notice every square inch of the walls are covered in hardcore Soytan fetish porn. You cannot resist the urge to goon and thus unzip your pants, but are horrified to discover your BWC was transformed into a mutilated neovagina with maggots growing inside it. The smell wasn't coming from the room, it was coming from YOU!
Eventually, you come to a peculiar dead end. Theres a door, slightly ajar, blue light leaking out, with a sign that says "DO NOT DISTURB: Jarty's Jerkin' It!" Whatever rancid smell this place has, it became a thrembillion times worse here. You vomit from the odor.

You open the door. This room is much darker than the ones you walked through, and contains a ruined couch with mystery stains, a piss-soaked mattress, and a quantity of trash so incredible you would've thought you were at the Mount Everest of landfills, such the pile was enough to topple the shelves in the room and scatter whatever Funko Pops rested on them. Through a mountain of trash and sex toys that are sprouting mushrooms, you see... yourself. It is clearly an exact copy of (You) but somehow fatter, using some old-ass 2005 office computer a brapzilian ESL with $5 to xis name would use. You approach your doppelgänger, slowly, and see it is posting on an imageboard that is clearly the Jarty.
The Jarty shut down 7 years ago.
The clone notices your presence and turns to you, making the sound of bones snapping as it appears to twist and turn its full body without moving its legs. The thing resembling (You) does not have a face; only 3 hollow, saggy holes in the shape of a sorrowful frown. A brown slime with honey-like consistency starts to leak out of the holes, first a dribble, then a torrent. Awards and strands of noose rope start flowing out of the eyes. As the skin-disguise shrivels up and falls down to the floor like a wet cum-rag, the blob pulls itself up and takes a form that you surely recognize as that monster you've seen while schizoing out. It looks at you forlorn, with this hollow gaze, and says,

"Have I ever told you the parable of the Chudcel? There was once a manly man named Chudcel Niggers, a self-proclaimed "trad orthodox aryan warrior" who would NEVER have anything publically to do with a tranny or faggot.~~ Yet one day, a secret he would have died with, Chudcel was happenstance exposed to gay furry porn on his favorite neonazi websites. Even as he denied his own biological reactions as a result of "da joos," he really, really, liked it.~~~<3<3"
"But surely, he can still be a gay gooner and a conservacuck nazi at the same time, yes? He can have his cake and eat it, put himself a mask of one thing openly and another closeted."
"Every day he thought of it, Chudcel became more and more obsessed with gay porn, yet became more and more obsessed with telling people how much he wanted Total Faggot Death. He got so desperate he started having gay sex; on Grindr, behind gloryholes, at the Folsom Piss Pool too. He started taking feminizing hormones to increase his appeal, and wearing frilly sissy clothing. He started going to furry conventions and buying merch. He found himself doubting the truth of his own beliefs, yet firmly believed he could be a tranny and a nazi at the same time."
"One day, he looked in the mirror, and he saw himself for what he truly was. He was no Aryan chad anymore, but a balding, degenerate, hypocritical tranny with a 5 o'clock shadow and wide shoulders wearing cat ears.~ The more he tried to deny it, the deeper he went.<3 The more he doubled down on his actions, the more he became aligned with what he truly was.~~"
(You): "Umm schweetie, that makes literally no sense. Yikes. Literally nobody does this. Thats an insane strawman caricature of a transfolx a bigot would make up to win a shower argument. Just wow. Why do you even-"
The Jartycuck interrupts you, merely by continuing to yap,

"The moral of the story is that you have to accept it, you ARE a Jartycuck! Not a regular-ass Soyjak, a JARTYCUCK! No amount of pussyfooting around your desires and saying something else you don't believe will make it so that you aren't merely a filthy, irredeemable gooner, like me. <3"
"Deny it all you want.~ You don't crave Soytan for the sake of a platonic relationship and having a family.~ You are a gooner. You want her supple body. When you get bored of your new fuck-toy, you will dump her for the next anime bitch you see with big breasts all to Soytan's poor, poor heartbreak.~~ Is this not the truth?<3"

You: "N-no, its not that! Like heccin' never! I'm not a gooner! I love Soytan unconditionally for her sweet and caring personality!

"A gooner by any other name would smell as stinky.~~"

The creature shows you a mirror, cracked and crusted with dirt with a flashlight attached to it. You didn't see your reflection due to the poor lighting in the halls, but you see your visage clearly now. You're brown, with stringy purple hair, a face full of tumors and huge cysts. You wear a greasy pride flag shirt, covered in awards describing your status as STD-positive, your enjoyment of children's media, and professing your love for Soytan and how many times you fucked her. You have Soytan porn tattooed onto your arms. You gained an apparent 500 pounds. You're unsure if you feel disgust at such a bastardized state, or triumph in knowing that eventually, according to your awards, you will one day caress Soytan's perfect body.

"Now, have you ever considered that Soytan wouldn't even want you anyway? She's not INTO desperate moids like you. She's a damn ace bitch. Thats how shes remained a virgin in her 30's. Or is she, huh? Maybe she's just another roastie like the others. Huh? Huh? Hows your pure soywife going for you now, goonerbitch? How do you know if she's only into tiny Jartycuck peckers and not you?~~~"

You: "Th-Thats literally not TRUE! Snopes debunked all of that! You're a liar poopyhead pissbaby chudcel who hates womens rights! You're a figment of my imagination and my heckin' subconscious anxieties! You stupid heckin' chud! You can't ever hurt me!"

"Deny it all you want, but what does it matter?~ Do you fear your own reflection? If you woke up someday, and you were transformed into a brown obese Jartycuck in the flesh, how long would it take you to stop denying it? Would she even want you after it happens? Have it you continue to wear your cosplay of an ordinary soymale with ordinary soyhobbies, how long would it take her to see the brown slime within?"
As the Jartycuck says those final words, you hear the rest of his speech fading out into a field of blinding white, and you wake up...

 

[Sneedman]

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