Fairy Tale Friday 30
Have this story read aloud to you, courtesy of Richard Skull
The Lee Sisters
Once upon a time, in a town full of beautiful people, there lived three ugly girls - Brenda, Samantha, and Marge. The Lee sisters.
Brenda was farty with hairy moles. When she bent over, her pendulous flappy asscheeks would unroll like a pair of commemorative flags at the Nightmare Olympics, and if a small child was standing behind her, its hair would turn white, and then it would die.
Samantha had such a rotten crotch that the local fishmonger held his breath when she passed. Her toes sported lush black mohawks, and she had creamy deposits in the corners of her mouth.
When Marge was born, the doctors put a bag over her head, and then a second bag over the first bag just in case. Her eyes bulged like a pair of swollen hemorrhoids, and her frumunder cheese had frumunder cheese.
Each year, there was a big Hotshot Party in town, and everybody went. Except the Lee Sisters, who stayed home rolling up their ass flaps, and fluffing their crotch funk, and rinsing the eye snot out of their facebags. "There is nothing wrong with us," they would say, but secretly, they wished they could go just once.
The night before the party, the sisters went to sleep and dreamed of dancing in fancy dresses with elegant beefcakes. Everyone was saying: Those Lee Sisters are awesome, and we all totally love them!
And overhead, in the atmosphere, a spaceship hovered, its lonely inhabitant casting a longing eye on the sleepy town below.
The next day, those Lee girls said, "Surely we can't be the grossest things in the world. Let's just go to the party, and have a good time." So they put on their cleanest dresses and joined the festivities. A lingering fishy aroma in the air and the shaking walls when they danced were the only clue the beautiful people had that something somewhat less than stunning was in their midst, because as beautiful people tend to do, they were mainly looking at themselves, wheneever possible.
Suddenly there was a terrible shaking and the flashing of lights! The Hotshots all ran outside, to find that a shiny silver saucer had landed in the field outside their door! Their eyes were wide as the hatch opened, and the ramp descended, and a lone figure slid out of the vessel and landed on the lawn with a meaty thunk.
Its hair was a matted sheath of greasy fibers, crusted with flakes and scalp chunks. Its neck was a rashy patch of crusty fur and mottled, pockmarked flesh. Its blobbish, titted form, grasping arms, sausagey fingers tipped with grimy, thick, yellow nails, and the strange, vaguely penis-like appendage jutting out of its general crotch area like a fat, drippy little toe were barely enough to distract the gorgeous crowd from the stale aroma of chiles and stewed peppers that emanated from its every leaking pore. It seemed to have four distinct bellies, all shiny rolls and patches of clumpy hair, dead skin and dried, caked blueberry filling. It was too disgusting for words. The crowd shrunk back.
Except, of course, for the brave Lee sisters, who stared at it
curiously. And when it saw them, its little toe penis sprang to attention. It could see in the faces of the Lee sisters its soul mate in triplicate - the only females in any galaxy who could ever desire it in its uniquely repulsive physical form. It inched forward on its pimpled buttocks, reaching out, sheets of rippling fat swaying on its upper arms, and it uttered a gutteral moan, "BAAAAABY. LOOOOOOOL."
"Ew," said the girls, "Not in THIS lifetime". And Brenda farted on it, and Samantha spread her legs to release the cloud of filth, and Marge removed her face bags and glared.
The monster exploded, and everyone cheered, and the Lee sisters' dreams came true when they became heroes of the town and were celebrated until the end of their days.
The End. Happy Friday!