The Wasted Youth, Chapter 2 - A Night in the Heights
A restless crowd has gathered in a large circle around the long, rectangular beer pong table.
Oh the New Places pt 1 and 2
I decide i want to leave, but i can see that lee and eric are in a game of pong while ron is chatting to a bunch of furs. i decide to just head out without them.
Mommy and me pt4
"my brother had a party at the house and they played spin the bottle and something called beer pong." he said excitedly. i looked like it was fresh in his mind. "her and a couple girls got drunk and started making out on my parents bed."
Fucking Legacy - P1: Foundations - Chapter 20
“sorry doll… you were starting to pong.” “pong! rude!” spike scoffed, wading to the surface and then glowering towards the other dragon that sat himself down with a smirk upon his face.
Fun in the Dungeon
Dim smiled and walked over to the wall and pulled off a ping pong paddle and ran his claw across the soft rubber surface before taking off the metal piece from the harness holding hidden's tail up so he didn't get hurt and then lifted the tail in his hand
It's A Long Story
He lost track of where mark was over an hour earlier, after kicking a couple freshman asses in beer pong, not that he cared too much anyway.
In a Rut [Commission]
As the statement ping ponged from one pair of slack lips to the other, and the repetitions climbed into the triple digits, it gradually deteriorated. a sloppier 'k' sound here, a dropped consonant there.
Costume Colossus #1: Touchdown and Out
His testicles gurgled as they swelled from ping pong size to grapefruit size in a matter of seconds, filled with an excess amount of seed. soon, a forest of dark pubic hair began to develop around his sac and pelvis area.
The Mandela Field Manipulator 2.0
It wasn't fully functional yet, but it was sophisticated enough that he could play pong on his computer just using his mind. fortunately he already had access to the institute's mri, eeg, and other devices to measure brain activities.
The Morning After
The last thing i remember is playing beer pong with a small group of friends. i must have played a few to many games. slowly opening my eyes i gaze over to see the husky lying next to me. looking down the curves of his perfectly sculpted body.
Through the Peephole
He shifted over and pulled the mouse to his body, remembering walking into the party, remembering that he knew this mouse from the beer pong line. if only he could remember what his name was. ugh, that was so typical, so lame.
Why I Don't Go To Frat Parties Anymore
Beer pong, quarters and kegstands were all new to me a few hours before and now each were being introduced to me in turn. by the end of it, i don't remember much, save for the distinctive feeling of falling onto something soft and warm.