Lame Breeders

Frolicking Dirt Children!

MamaFur: *comes in* anyone want to impregnate me?

HornyHeche: ooo yaa! Heche wtnas seks! *jups one tap ov MammaFur to statr hompin*

----Edit 2 hours of poorly written yiffing and jump to 2 days later-----

MF: *enters again, now very pregnant and almost due after 2 days* Ooh, I think it's time.

FurryGuy: *looking about for a vore scene* Huh?

MF: *proceeds to start breathing and takes up the area with 4 hours of fictional labor for the fictional character, popping out 6 little baby 'characters' that will all be played by her or HH bringing the grand total of little fictional spawn running around to 46,872*

HH: yya! ima dadi

FG: Dear gods help us all...

DirtChild1: *runs about aimlessly* hi, i'm Mary Kate!

DC2: *rusn abowt pontleslie* hi im ashley

DC3: *plays with Chinpokomon toys*

DC4: *neps at mmaa*

DC5: *bites DC6's ear*

DC6: *crys adn byts DC5 bak, but dozn't tri to eet at all*

-----Edit continuous 5 hour loop of children playing in a vore fetish area----

DC3: *plays and stuff*

DC5: *frolicks about or something*

HungryFem: *enters and looks around, spotting FurryGuy and licking her lips. She casually walks over to him and smiles* What have we here?

DC2: *plyas*

DC4: *ressles weth DC6*

DC6: *fites back*

FG: *twitching slightly and jumping for joy as he finally sees a hungry fem* HF! Good to see you, been getting creeped out.

DC1: *runs around and tries her damedest to look oh-so-cute!*

DC5: *plays Digrommon*

DC6: *keps fitting with 4*

HF: *tries to stroke FG seductively and hungrily, finding herself unnerved by the little kids that are just running everywhere and taking up space* ((Is this a fetish area or a day care center?))

MamaFur: ((well our fictional characters had fictional sex, which naturally produced fictional offspring and they just HAD to come in here even though they have nothing to do with the place))

HH: ((yaa! adn we hav evry rite to fil this plase weth anoying litl kids becos... um... we jsut shode up wun da and hda thim))

DC1: *grabs the other dirt children and leads them in a creepy Village of the Damned ring-around-the-rosie around HungryFem*

DC2: paly, plya, play!

DC3: Fun, fun, fun!

DC4: we lick fun!

DC5: Play, play, play!

HF: *runs screaming and clutching her head from the abominable horrors of the creepy, out-of-place offspring*

FG: *runs after her* Wait, come back! I can't take this! Eat me, please!

DC's: *continue their nauseating frolicking into the night*

True Vores: *once again shuddering in the corner near a mop closet, looks up to see what's going on and screams in terror* Aaaaaugh!! Holy crap, it's the Children of the Corn!!! *flings open the mop closet and grabs a broom, starting to fire it as though it were a rifle and looking down at the stapler still sitting on the ground* Wilson! You're back! You go get help, I'll hold them off! You'll never take me alive!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!