Talk:Candy Cane Socks/@comment-35938485-20181210070217

It was a dark and stormy night. You watch solemnly as rain bashed itself against the window and dripped down the sill. It's been at least a week since Wootmoo let you subside in the spare room of his den. You were a twist in your blankets, agitated from the inability to fall asleep. You heard a familiar, soothing voice. " May I come in? " Are you awake? "  Wootmoo had came into the room to check on you, breaking the somber tone the room was stagnant with. He inched closer to your bedside, and his magenta candy cane socks caught your eye. They were a symbol of exclusivity and eliteness, and you wanted nothing more but the status associated with the raspberry-colored pantyhose. You lifted your eyes back to his, and with his sharp expression it was obvious he took notice of your eyes trailing to his socks. He sat down on the side of your bed " I hope I'm not bothering, " Wootmoo started, " It's just- I've been thinking a lot about you. You're different. Your intelligence, your masterpieces.. "  He kept smothering you with sickly sweet compliments, as he slowly inched closer to you on the bed. You stared out the window, and watched the morose blue night sky. You felt his lusty, authoritative aura emaciating more so than usual, and a shiver rippled through your body.  " Are you okay? " That question finally made your your eyes flick to his, and your heart thrusted ten times harder as you noticed he was inches away from your face. You began to tremble a little from adrenaline, intimidation, and excitement. Wootmoo's eyes shone with passion. He was here for something. He put his paw onto your leg as you began to ease, and latched his mouth onto yours. He tasted like burnt toast. He pulled away, and your eyes locked back onto his velvety socks instead of looking him in the eye. " You want them, don't you? " Your heart skipped a beat as you realized he took notice again. " I... I'm-" You tried to muster the first words directed at him, before he interrupted, " It's okay... You can have them, " He spoke seductively, " If I have a little something in exchange. " Before you could even process what he had said, you were on your back with Wootmoo pinning you, uncontrollable lust taking over his eyes and body language. Even with him on top of you, you were still fixated on his crimsony stockings that seemed to glitter and glisten from the light morosely seeping from the window beside you.  Your desire for those socks was so untamed, you obliged. " Go ahead. Do it. " Wootmoo took the invitation the second he heard it. His furry bulge was out of control, and he began ripping through your hot and ready entrance with his humongous member. " AAAHHH!!!! " You screamed, but Wootmoo ignored your cry of shock and pain as he hummed the Animal Jam Anthem. He was too focused on the task at hand. The way he pounded into you sounded like someone stirring a pot of macaroni and cheese. You wanted to go home so badly, but instead you were being fucked passionately by Jamaa's most famous celebrity. The tension inside you was rising and you couldn't hold back anymore. " Aahhh! " You moaned hotly, and Wootmoo released his hot splooge all over your unsuspecting face. It was over as fast as it came. He slipped his seductive socks off and tossed them onto you in a cold and impersonal manner, and left the room without a word. You were suddenly exhausted, too exhausted to even get up and clean Wootmoo's cum off your face or examine your newly bestowed rare. You quickly slipped into a slumber. The morning came suddenly, and you forced your eyelids open through a dried layer of Wootmoo's seed.  Your memories of last night were beginning to recollect, and you peeled his invigorating semen facemask off. But the discomfort of last night was set aside with excitement, for you had brand new magenta socks! You slipped them on carefully, radiating in it's rare glory. You stepped outside of Wootmoo's mansion to see his paparazzi snapping photos like clockwork every day... but something wasn't right. Within the sea of the crowd, you saw patches of magenta. Specifically, magenta socks. You remembered the advent calendar, and that today was candy cane sock day! Your heart sunk as you realize Wootmoo had jingled your balls for free! NOOOO!!!! The end