The Best Twilight Fanfic EVAR
Summary
A story of love and friendship Crossover, Rom,
Disclaimer:
I do not own Twilight or make any money from this story.
Chapter 1 of 1
Posted: March 28, 2010
The Best Twilight Fanfic EVAR
Part One - The Chalice
Isabella threw herself on the bed, the long day of school having taken its toll on her. She kicked off her Vans sneakers and stared at the My Chemical Romance poster on her wall: they were so Hard-Core.
There was a knock at the door.
"come in." She said, with a long sigh.
The door opened, and her best friend, Vallerie Nightingale strode calmly into the room. Vallerie, 18 like Bella, was a thin girl with long black hair, which had a white streak in it. She wore a black skirt and buttoned shit, and black makeup in the gothic fasion.
"I've been waiting" she said.
"Waiting?" Bella responded.
"Yes." Vallerie replied, beginning to unbutton her shirt, sweat beginning to bead on her skin in the heat of the house. "Waiting for you to come out of your shell and take what it is you truly desire. Waiting for you to remove the trappings of what you believe and embrace what you ARE. Waiting for you to break out and say 'YES, I WILL BE WHO I AM!' Waiting for the innermost fantasies that I know you share with me to come true, as they truly can when they are mutual."
Vallerie pulled off her clothes, revealing her sweat-moistened, thin body, perfect in its nude glory.
"Bella. I've been waiting for you to come out and fuck me hard."
So had she.
Bella tore off her clothes, and the two lovers began to make out furiously, as Bella saw something out of the corner of her eye... It was Edward, holding a camera. She knew exactly what he wanted without a word. She picked up the chalice she had kept by her bed in the hopes of this very occasion, positioned it directly beneath her anus, and let out a large, steamy, soft rope of feces. It fell like soft-serve into the cup, hardening into a smooth, creamy, plot. Isabella and Vallerie's eyes met, an unspoken, mutual desire exchanged between them: they began to eat, savoring the delicate bites of excrement while fighting back their gag reflexes at the putrid odor. They made out as they did so, staining their black lipstick brown. After they finished their succulent meal, Bella lost control of her gag-reflex, and Vallerie, a loyal friend, was there to catch the vomit in her mouth, like a safety net positioned to catch an acrobat of love in the circus of passion. Vallerie was, and always would be there, there to catch Bella until the day they died together, for Bella was her world. Even as she caught it in her mouth, the vomit splattered about the room, covering them. They began to slide against each other in it as they passionately made love, grabbing each other's vomit wetted clits.
And all the while, Edward continued to film, as Jacob, who had silently entered began to stroke his long, hard, vampire cock. They both knew without saying it: this would be The Best Twilight Fanfic EVAR.
coming soon: Part Two - Two Brothers
Isabella threw herself on the bed, the long day of school having taken its toll on her. She kicked off her Vans sneakers and stared at the My Chemical Romance poster on her wall: they were so Hard-Core.
There was a knock at the door.
"come in." She said, with a long sigh.
The door opened, and her best friend, Vallerie Nightingale strode calmly into the room. Vallerie, 18 like Bella, was a thin girl with long black hair, which had a white streak in it. She wore a black skirt and buttoned shit, and black makeup in the gothic fasion.
"I've been waiting" she said.
"Waiting?" Bella responded.
"Yes." Vallerie replied, beginning to unbutton her shirt, sweat beginning to bead on her skin in the heat of the house. "Waiting for you to come out of your shell and take what it is you truly desire. Waiting for you to remove the trappings of what you believe and embrace what you ARE. Waiting for you to break out and say 'YES, I WILL BE WHO I AM!' Waiting for the innermost fantasies that I know you share with me to come true, as they truly can when they are mutual."
Vallerie pulled off her clothes, revealing her sweat-moistened, thin body, perfect in its nude glory.
"Bella. I've been waiting for you to come out and fuck me hard."
So had she.
Bella tore off her clothes, and the two lovers began to make out furiously, as Bella saw something out of the corner of her eye... It was Edward, holding a camera. She knew exactly what he wanted without a word. She picked up the chalice she had kept by her bed in the hopes of this very occasion, positioned it directly beneath her anus, and let out a large, steamy, soft rope of feces. It fell like soft-serve into the cup, hardening into a smooth, creamy, plot. Isabella and Vallerie's eyes met, an unspoken, mutual desire exchanged between them: they began to eat, savoring the delicate bites of excrement while fighting back their gag reflexes at the putrid odor. They made out as they did so, staining their black lipstick brown. After they finished their succulent meal, Bella lost control of her gag-reflex, and Vallerie, a loyal friend, was there to catch the vomit in her mouth, like a safety net positioned to catch an acrobat of love in the circus of passion. Vallerie was, and always would be there, there to catch Bella until the day they died together, for Bella was her world. Even as she caught it in her mouth, the vomit splattered about the room, covering them. They began to slide against each other in it as they passionately made love, grabbing each other's vomit wetted clits.
And all the while, Edward continued to film, as Jacob, who had silently entered began to stroke his long, hard, vampire cock. They both knew without saying it: this would be The Best Twilight Fanfic EVAR.
coming soon: Part Two - Two Brothers