You've Got a Friend Literally Inside of Me: A Toy Story Fanfic
Twelve years had passed and that bitch Bonnie was now heading off to college. The toys, in addition to Bonnie's own toys, were worried. "What'll we do now?", Buzz asked. Woody looked over to this space ranger pal. "We're gonna go places. Somewhere, some place, where our owner will always play with us - no matter what the age!", Woody declared, shaking his fist in the air. All of the toys cheered as Woody spoke on. "We re breaking outta this house at midnight."
The clock struck twelve, and the toys swiftly got themselves up onto the window ledge. One by one, Woody and Buzz helped each toy climb down to the cold pavement of the night. "Where do we go now?", Jessie asked. Woody motioned the group of toys to follow him. "Woody, please tell me you aren't mindlessly leading them on... you do have some place in mind, right?", Buzz questioned. Woody silenced Buzz as the group trekked on in the night.
Eventually, they came across the entryway of a dollar store. "In here," Woody said, as he, Buzz, and Jessie pulled the doors open. "Adult section, aisle thirteen," Woody told the other toys. The toys walked down halls and halls of crappy products. It ranged from dog toys to baby toys, all the way down to construction tools. "This box!", Woody declared, jumping into a bin full of twenty-five cent sex toys. "Woody... you can t be serious?", Buzz said, half confused, half alarmed. "Yup," Woody replied with a gaping smile ranging from both ends of his face. Mr. Potato Head removed all of his pieces as he laid down in the bin. "Heheh, some sucker is gonna pay big time for me!"
The next day arrived, and some filthy STD-infested whore came by. She picked up the entire bin and slammed it on the checkout. "Guys, this is it!", Woody said excited. The whore slammed down a fifty dollar bill and left the shop. As she started her car and put the box down in the passenger seat, she took a swig of alcohol and floored it. Cops surrounded the car, but the woman took out a gun and shot them all down. The toys nearly shit themselves.
A couple of hours went by and the whore arrived home. The second she walked in the doorway she dropped her minimal clothing and dumped the toys onto the floor. "I think I'll use this one," she said as she reached her hand out for Rex, and shoved his tail up her filthy hole. Rex couldn't take it and started screaming, causing the whore to orgasm and freak out. She dropped Rex onto the floor. "I drank too much!", she exclaimed. "Wait until I get sober... just wait I until I m sober," she told herself as she panicked around the living room. Woody got up and walked over. "Yo bitch, we can talk nigga. We want you to fuck with us, you filthy whore," he said to her. The whore started crying as Woody slapped her.
And from that day on, the Toys had reversed their roles of being played with, as they lived in the whore s house, who now belonged to them...
The End.
The clock struck twelve, and the toys swiftly got themselves up onto the window ledge. One by one, Woody and Buzz helped each toy climb down to the cold pavement of the night. "Where do we go now?", Jessie asked. Woody motioned the group of toys to follow him. "Woody, please tell me you aren't mindlessly leading them on... you do have some place in mind, right?", Buzz questioned. Woody silenced Buzz as the group trekked on in the night.
Eventually, they came across the entryway of a dollar store. "In here," Woody said, as he, Buzz, and Jessie pulled the doors open. "Adult section, aisle thirteen," Woody told the other toys. The toys walked down halls and halls of crappy products. It ranged from dog toys to baby toys, all the way down to construction tools. "This box!", Woody declared, jumping into a bin full of twenty-five cent sex toys. "Woody... you can t be serious?", Buzz said, half confused, half alarmed. "Yup," Woody replied with a gaping smile ranging from both ends of his face. Mr. Potato Head removed all of his pieces as he laid down in the bin. "Heheh, some sucker is gonna pay big time for me!"
The next day arrived, and some filthy STD-infested whore came by. She picked up the entire bin and slammed it on the checkout. "Guys, this is it!", Woody said excited. The whore slammed down a fifty dollar bill and left the shop. As she started her car and put the box down in the passenger seat, she took a swig of alcohol and floored it. Cops surrounded the car, but the woman took out a gun and shot them all down. The toys nearly shit themselves.
A couple of hours went by and the whore arrived home. The second she walked in the doorway she dropped her minimal clothing and dumped the toys onto the floor. "I think I'll use this one," she said as she reached her hand out for Rex, and shoved his tail up her filthy hole. Rex couldn't take it and started screaming, causing the whore to orgasm and freak out. She dropped Rex onto the floor. "I drank too much!", she exclaimed. "Wait until I get sober... just wait I until I m sober," she told herself as she panicked around the living room. Woody got up and walked over. "Yo bitch, we can talk nigga. We want you to fuck with us, you filthy whore," he said to her. The whore started crying as Woody slapped her.
And from that day on, the Toys had reversed their roles of being played with, as they lived in the whore s house, who now belonged to them...
The End.