All Your Beds...
This vignette was written for Ebni as their Patreon flash fiction reward for July 2019. The story contains sexual acts involving multiple consenting adults. :3 **All Your Beds...** "...are belong to us. What the fuck does that mean?" ...
Catnundrum. Chapter Three.
"all your bases are belong to us." simon replied smugly. "no dogs allowed." he added. "b-but but!" rob protested looking at him before motioning at all the hard work he had done to make it. "my, usurped, fort my rules."
In Soviet Nazi Germany, Communism Eats *YOU*
And then brinclhof picked up the map and looked at it and apparently the baking soda supply was in texas right next to the joj supply, actually so they went there and stuffed all the baking soda into a truck and they were like "all your base are belong to us
Three In the Morning
If (userage) \< 18 then gtfo -all your base are belong to us * * * warmth surrounded her as she awoke, slowing her return to consciousness with the comfort-induced torpor that warm beds elicited.
Catnundrum. Chapter Three.
"all your bases are belong to us." samuel replied smugly. "no dogs allowed." he added. "b-but but!" rob protested looking at him before motioning at all the hard work he had done to make it. "my, usurped, fort my rules."
Zero Wing: A yiffy space-love story
His holographic space image smiled at his recent, and about to be announced victory, "all your base are belong to us." he paused for a bit and then presented the rest of the situation, "you are on the way to destruction."
The Red Maiden series pt[3] Kinslayer
"i don't know some weird anomaly of some sort" they both looked at the words on the screen that kept flashing: all your base are belong to us.