Why Anti-SJW's have micropenises

Fuck off you anti-white nigger.
>>>/cuckchan/

I am "anti-sjw" and don't have a micro penis. Disavow yourself faggot.

I see.

Again you gave no reasons m8

Is that right?

Supporting Hatred by keeping it on Steam is an anti-SJW move.

Oh look, another lefty with a penis obsession instead of an argument.

I was just about to recommend anons spam this thread with dick pics. You got a head of me.

The Lord Emperor has you thinking about his penis. Dwell on it; hold it up and gaze upon it; grin hideously and drool over it.

It is readily apparent by how garbage tier the shilling is lately that we are being shilled by a bunch of women.

I'm not anti-white nor am I black. I'm against racism, sexism and homophobia.

Liar!!!

You might have a point, user! These are Hillary shills after all.

Nothing you say will change anyone's opinion here.

>>>Holla Forums

this objectively proves that Left wing ideology is wrong since it's supporters aren't even consistent.

Nah. I rather be drooling over the hot women I be banging. ;)

The reason you people (jews) are obsessed with penises is because you are circumsised.

Do you really think human psychology even applies at this point?
Step up your game, son.

Are you trying to project your jealousy and inadequacies onto Holla Forums, OP

Thanks for letting us know that liberals have smaller penises, but I think cuckoldry in general makes that obvious.

Report. Sage. Hide.

I take it you've been rejected by hot looking feminists like Anita Sarkeesian before?

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lel

I don't care if people body shame or not. Try again.

I think OP just wants us to post pictures of our fat Aryan dicks

move along, its just a homoesexual nazi fetishist

I understand that a job is a job, even if it is shilling, but go back to 4chan. Seriously, you will report better results and they will pay you more.

I'm banned from 4chan. They couldn't handle my anti-SJW content. ;)

The stuff I say about anti-SJW's are golden.

Trudeau killed that meme.

MODS DELETE THIS THREAD

SAGE AND REPORT FOR LITERALLY ZERO EFFORT

I like how pissed off you Trump supporters get when I speak the truth.

IF THIS DOESN'T GET THE THREAD REMOVED, NOTHING WILL

You seem upset. Good.

I notice a lot of you are bronies. Makes sense. A lot of you anti-SJW's are losers.

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It's clear to me that you're not aware that I am trolling you Anti-SJW idiots.

I make every woman I've been with squirt even if they've never squirted before or thought themselves incapable.

I'm literally the guy that cucks every man who cums after him.

Also I'm a nazi.

Also sage

Liar. A man who brags like that about sex, is usually full of shit. You remind me of the douche bag who brags about getting laid by a lot of women back in high school. He never got as much as he claimed, he was exposed as a liar.

For a benchmark, define your definition of trolling; everyones is slightly different.

It always comes down to muh dik with you people.

IF MODS DON'T WANT TO REMOVE OBVIOUS SHILL THREADS THEY CAN HAVE A BOARD FULL OF GAY PORN

Here's my flaccid micropenis. Got me

halfchan tier thread.

You sound pretty threatened. How many gfs dumped you for Chad? Be honest.

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WEZ BE HALFCHAN NOW

That's quite chauvinist of you.

Trolling to me is targeting a specific group of people and pissing them off with facts. The type of groups I hate ranges from PC Master Race to Trump Supporters.

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I never claim to have a "bigger penis", I'm not the type to brag. Braggers usually have small penises. All I said is that anti-SJW's have micropenises.

HAHAHAHAHAHA

You people? I'm alone, you idiot.

Nope. Who's Chad?

Not really, maybe a little chub, but my job requires a lot of physical work, I can't be obese.

I'm not really a 1st prize but I can't say I'm ugly either.

Yes, but no neckbeard

I have my own apartment

I lost mine at age 13 in a blanket fort with a 12 year old girl. Pretty degenerate.

I consider 6.5'' average for my general length. Not too big, not too small.

Are you from Holla Forums by any chance?

Forgot to sage

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Alright.
Can we see the relevant data you're quoting that finds that angry people have micro penises?
After all, it's is a fact, right? So there's a source for the information.
If South Park pointed it out, then they got their info (angry people have small penises) from somewhere.
As the OP and initiator, you have the burden of providing this information.

intl will get bored soon enough and leave

I use both consoles and PC for gaming. I'm just not a part of the "PC Master Race" because they're nothing more than fat, basement dwelling, virgins who pirate and download games they don't own because they're broke and can't afford it.

I'm not from "/leftypol". I'm just a troll who came straight out of 4 Chan.

Leftypol fuck off.

The thing about trolling is that I don't have to provide information. LOL But I do believe there is truth to that South Park episode, because a lot of angry men have bad luck with women. It might have to do with the fact they are below average size.

"Oh… oh… oh…" Amy froze up. Sonic in Sonic form was fine. Sonic in Werehog form was… okay… But Sonic inbetween, as the morphic signals hunted between species, as the fur lengthened and claws tore through his gloves and shoes and ripped into the carpet, as the teeth lengthened and became fangs, and bone and muscle twisted into new and unnatural shapes, was not nice at all. The way everything was twisting up. Also, it looked painful. Very, very painful. She put one hand over her mouth, trying not to be sick as she looked at the moonlight shining through the window and realisation struck her like a blow from her Piko Piko Hammer.

"Amy…" she heard him hiss to her, almost calling to her in a worried tone that was filled with warning despair, "Amy..!" he snapped out, but this time, there was less despair, and a lot more warning. The transformation completed, and he howled in one last dose of pain, before his arms lowered and revealed his massive height and width. "Amy…" he growled again, this time with a voice that made her feel like a hunted target.

It's okay, a little voice tried to reassure the pink hedgehog, Back when he was a hedgehog before, he was still your hero. He didn't even try to want to hurt you.

This is why I can't take the left seriously.

They have the collective depth of a thimble.

How can you vote for a group that is mentally and psychologically stuck in high school?

Tell me, what is your leadership going to do when Putin tells them that he is going to put bases next to Sweden?

Oh that's right, your female led government will pursue "a feminist foreign policy" to counter macho aggression.

You people are completely disconnected from reality to an exploitable degree, and eventually we are going to defeat you.

You will screaming we have micropeens while bullets slam into you.

Yeah, that was when that weird little guy Chip was around, another, less reassuring internal voice told her.

Amy tried to remain calm, "Don't worry, Sonic," she tried to reassure him without fainting, "Everything worked out just fine last time and we'll sort it out this time…" She bullied her terrified feet into taking a step towards him, insisting that it was her Sonic, and he would never, ever hurt her, and right now he needed some help.

The couch had tears in it from the transformation. The large, blue-grey beast that had replaced Sonic was eyeing her with a silent gaze, poised, as if awaiting some type of instigation to pounce. Logic had gone out the window where the moon was; Sonic could barely form a word in his own native language. He could only growl, and when he claws dug into the hardwood floor, Amy knew she had to run. Like a rabid dog, he was about to attack.

"You wouldn't…" Amy paused. Sonic growled again, and the panic rose up. She was ashamed at her fear, but at the same time she wasn't going to ignore that growl, which made the sound of those primal lessons that man had learnt long ago in the backs of caves, "I just remembered, I left my house on fire!" She backed away a few steps, before she spun around and dashed for the door.

She might have made it if the beast had given her a two-second head start. As it was, Amy heard him bark like no animal she'd ever heard before, the back of her dress slashed with claw marks that barely missed her skin as the Werehog shoved her forward, causing her to trip and slide toward the door, hitting her head. It was right in front of her; the exit. But a large, overly furry hand grabbed at her ankle and yanked her harshly away from it, and under him.

"Sonic!" Amy gasped. Even when the world had been in pieces and Sonic had been a big, hairy Werehog, he had never looked at her like this… She remembered the look of despair on his face when she had thought he must be somebody else, and then his hopeful expression when she had promised him she'd be there no matter what. This wasn't either of those expressions. This was the horrible mix of an animal that was just smart enough to enjoy being violent.

Her head hurt where she'd bumped it, but right now she was more concerned about her dress, so badly torn that she had to choose between holding it up with her hands, or letting it drop and reaching for her Piko Piko Hammer to hit Sonic away. It was a horrible choice, "Sonic, get a hold of yourself!" she begged the muscle-bound blue creature looking down at her, "This isn't like you at all, and you know it!"

Words had no effect. The heavy creature above her was lowering its head, sniffing her out, snuffling through her quills and at her chest. There was some kind of curiosity to the movements; as if he was trying to decide whether he recognized her or not. She knew he chose the latter when he showed dripping, sharp canines under quivering lips as he growled menacingly at her.

Amy clutched her dress to her chest, unwilling to hurt her Sonic even now… except that she wasn't sure that right now, this was her Sonic. Not with the brutal way he was pinning her down, and the very primal way he sniffed her over. She planted one hand on his furry chest and tried to shove him back. She might as well have tried to knock over the Egg Fleet with a wet paper towel. She started wriggling under him instead, to try and squirm her way out, "Please let me back up, Sonic," she pleaded with him, trying to see in his emerald green eyes her Sonic, and not the glare of some hairy monster.

The wriggling didn't work to her advantage like she had hoped, and touching his chest just made things worse. It made her seem weak. Helpless. And female… He lowered his face to hers, and when she expected him to bite it right off, she instead got a good whiff of his hot breath, and a long, wet, hot tongue running across the side of her face.

"Oh! Ugh!" Amy squealed without thinking as he gave her a thorough, doggy lick, heat radiating between them like a furnace. Maybe this wasn't so bad, huh? Maybe he was just going to be friendly, and he'd let her up any moment…

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And despite her attempts, she wasn't feeling reassured at all, if the rapid pounding of her heart was anything to go by. She was feeling more and more scared by the moment - not just because it was a gigantic beast pinning her to the floor, but also because it was supposed to be Sonic, and he wasn't letting her get back up - he was trapping her, deliberately, "Let me up, let me UP!" she shouted, but even as she spoke the words she got the sinking feeling that he wasn't going to do so… and if he wouldn't, then what was he going to do?

Suddenly and to her utmost distaste, one large hand grabbed her by the torso, swung her around and tossed her all the way to the other side of the small house, where she slammed back-first into the wall with a large thud. The rabid animal came bounding toward her, top-speed on all fours, picked her up, and tossed her harshly onto the steps. Amy soon realized what he was doing. Not breaking her, not killing her and not even shredding her. He was weakening her…

The nervousness was torn away even as she slammed into the stairs with a cry of pain, That's going to bruise something chronic in the morning. Fear was for uncertainty. She had a horrible certainty rising up in her now. What had been a dream come true was turning into a nightmare. Clutching the remains of her dress, she managed to stagger to her feet and turned to run up the stairs - it felt stupid, but with six feet of Werehog blocking her way, it was the only direction she had to run in.

The knowledge that for the first time ever, it was her running from him, was just another twist to the metaphorical knife of irony.

She made it to the very top step. If she could get to his bedroom, or maybe the bathroom, she could maybe lock the door and try climbing out the window before he managed to get through it. So close, but yet so far. She felt his weight on her again, shoving her forward and making her trip. The poor girl was dragged back towards him, one of the steps crashing into her chin. His breath was a seething furnace above and behind her, nose taking in the scent of the back of her neck in rapid whiffs. Then she felt his tongue again. Amy had never felt Sonic give her so much attention. Almost sexual attention. When he slashed her dress at the small of her back, this time not missing the soft skin beneath it, she knew an even worse fate than death awaited her.

She screamed as sharp claws sliced her skin and hot blood trickled down her back. Her dress… well, what she was holding up kept nothing decent. All it symbolised was a few shreds of her dignity, and they weren't worth much now. It wasn't her Sonic. No matter what games they'd play in the eternal chase, her Sonic wouldn't ever hurt a hair on her back.

Was he really going to… She remembered the feel of his wet tongue against her skin. Images of a horrible future flashed across her imagination. She was almost sick at the thought of them. She quit trying to fool herself, and started struggling again, dropping the dress and desperately trying to twist away from him. But he was twice her size, and five times as strong.

It wasn't Sonic. Did that make it better or worse? She felt something give way inside of her, and screamed again, the fear forcing tears into the corners of her eyes.

This Sonic, whatever he was, didn't care for her. It wasn't gentle; it wasn't concerned with her pain. When she struggled some more, it moved to subdue her. She felt weight on her back, holding her down. So heavy it cut off her breathing and made her struggle for air. With her dress torn away, all that remained were her bra and panties. And monsters didn't care about boobs. He relieved pressure off her back, and when she struggled, he pressed right back on. This would be her ultimatum… Either she stopped struggling, or she choked to death.

Amy struggled a few seconds more, on instinct. She remembered reading somewhere that the thing that made Werewolves so bad was that they seamlessly meshed the violence involved in a wolf's everyday living, with the intelligence that humans used for building weapons and making plans and killing people. The idea that might be what Sonic was now sent a sharp feeling through her that froze her up. She managed to twist to look up at him again, then flinched at his expression. He wasn't going to listen to reason or grant mercy.

He's so big, the little voice whispered, Whatever he's going to do, it's going to hurt.

"Please stop…" she begged, feeling the tears run down her face as her body froze up again in an attempt to persuade him against pressing down on her neck.

Then she felt it. He required no more instigation or seduction. Not the consent of an honest lover or the horrid screams of a rape victim; he had no requirements at all. She knew where both his hands were; one on her back and the other poised solidly on the step just above her head. So there was only one solid extremity that could have been poking harshly at her bum, oozing a slimy wetness that soaked into her underwear and over her skin. He relieved pressure, letting her breathe. Luckily, the beast hadn't the intelligence to pull or even tear her panties off, so he was fumbling for a moment, which bought Amy some time.

I'm kinda surprised, judging by the horrible state in which 4pol is. The same faith will probably follow you here, but before that please have this copy of Art of the Deal so you can do your work better in the future.
Remember, getting banned means no shitposting and that means no shekels. Donald advises that you should never give up when things get tough. So read the book and be the best shill you can. The Emperor counts on you to provide us with practice.
damn posting pdf-s is a nightmare reeeee

Please find a copy here.
1prophetspeaks.com/Trump Donald - The Art Of The Deal.pdf

So your definition of trolling is "Pissing people off with facts" but then you provide no facts to piss people off about.
So by your own definition, you're not trolling?
I'm not following your train of thought.

You think I'm pro-Hillary? Guess again. I clearly said earlier that I'm a Bernie supporter. Smarter voters are well informed about Bernie and will understand that his plan will work. But you conservative morons are puppets who listen to everything Fox News says and believe they are always right.

Tax cut for the wealthy? Economy falls. When Bill Clinton was in office, the economy was very healthy. You want to know why Obama got a second term? Economy. Democrats are better with economy. Bernie will fight against corruption. But you Trump Supporting idiots will cry "socialism is bad" or "taxes are too high, we need them trim". Yeah, okay cheapskate. I am fine with paying high taxes. I can afford it, unlike you imbeciles who dropped out of high school, working at McDonald's.

But time to do what? The animal growled on top of her in confusion, fumbling for a second. The organ that was pressing at her was much larger than she'd imagined Sonic's would be, but then again it wasn't Sonic, was it?

That thought sent another jolt through her, and she screamed again, twisting with a new desperation. This time she managed to get out from under him, not because she was strengthened by anything, but because she moved so suddenly. She managed a few more steps, snatching at the doorknob to the bathroom. But even in this form, Sonic was so much faster than her, and the blow sent her flying, where she collided with the bathroom mirror, cracking it and cutting her back again, before she slumped to the bathroom floor, shaking.

This wouldn't do. Not only was the animal sexually frustrated, it was irritated, too. Amy required further weakening, to prevent another escape like that. In what was surely an attempt to grab her by a garment and throttle her, he ended up ripping her bra off, which with all the elastic being stretched to the point of snapping, hurt Amy like Hell. He tossed it aside and grabbed her by the torso, arms and all, and flung her right out of the bathroom, through the bedroom's open door and onto the bed, which she of course bounced off of before hitting the floor. The beast wasn't far behind, snarling as he pounced on top of her again.

"NO! OH NO!" Amy screamed out even as he pinned her again. The blood was now running freely down her body, and except for her boots and panties, she was pretty much naked. He'd hit her so hard that the first bruises were already beginning to show on her. She stared up at him, into lustful, hungry green eyes, and turned away again, unable to meet his fierce glare, shaking.

She reached up to her face - one of the blows had resulted in a split lip and there was blood on her face too. She really hurt, and she knew that the more she fought, the more it would hurt. Helpless, she curled up into a defensive ball, crying as he continued to sniff at her, "If… if you're going to do this…" she whispered, "Don't be Sonic… Sonic wouldn't do this…"

But time to do what? The animal growled on top of her in confusion, fumbling for a second. The organ that was pressing at her was much larger than she'd imagined Sonic's would be, but then again it wasn't Sonic, was it?

That thought sent another jolt through her, and she screamed again, twisting with a new desperation. This time she managed to get out from under him, not because she was strengthened by anything, but because she moved so suddenly. She managed a few more steps, snatching at the doorknob to the bathroom. But even in this form, Sonic was so much faster than her, and the blow sent her flying, where she collided with the bathroom mirror, cracking it and cutting her back again, before she slumped to the bathroom floor, shaking.

This wouldn't do. Not only was the animal sexually frustrated, it was irritated, too. Amy required further weakening, to prevent another escape like that. In what was surely an attempt to grab her by a garment and throttle her, he ended up ripping her bra off, which with all the elastic being stretched to the point of snapping, hurt Amy like Hell. He tossed it aside and grabbed her by the torso, arms and all, and flung her right out of the bathroom, through the bedroom's open door and onto the bed, which she of course bounced off of before hitting the floor. The beast wasn't far behind, snarling as he pounced on top of her again.

"NO! OH NO!" Amy screamed out even as he pinned her again. The blood was now running freely down her body, and except for her boots and panties, she was pretty much naked. He'd hit her so hard that the first bruises were already beginning to show on her. She stared up at him, into lustful, hungry green eyes, and turned away again, unable to meet his fierce glare, shaking.

She reached up to her face - one of the blows had resulted in a split lip and there was blood on her face too. She really hurt, and she knew that the more she fought, the more it would hurt. Helpless, she curled up into a defensive ball, crying as he continued to sniff at her, "If… if you're going to do this…" she whispered, "Don't be Sonic… Sonic wouldn't do this…"

I'm not reading that garbage, Donald Trump is an idiot. His idiocy would ultimately bring my IQ down to 0 if I read his b.s.. Anyways I was banned because of the posts I made against anti-SJW's such as yourself. A mod probably couldn't handle the posts I made, so he most likely got upset and banned me. Most 4chan mods are anti-SJW's, so they get offended easily.

False. I already provided facts about Anti-SJW's. Their anger is a sign of them having bad luck with women, due to having micro-penises.

But time to do what? The animal growled on top of her in confusion, fumbling for a second. The organ that was pressing at her was much larger than she'd imagined Sonic's would be, but then again it wasn't Sonic, was it?

That thought sent another jolt through her, and she screamed again, twisting with a new desperation. This time she managed to get out from under him, not because she was strengthened by anything, but because she moved so suddenly. She managed a few more steps, snatching at the doorknob to the bathroom. But even in this form, Sonic was so much faster than her, and the blow sent her flying, where she collided with the bathroom mirror, cracking it and cutting her back again, before she slumped to the bathroom floor, shaking.

This wouldn't do. Not only was the animal sexually frustrated, it was irritated, too. Amy required further weakening, to prevent another escape like that. In what was surely an attempt to grab her by a garment and throttle her, he ended up ripping her bra off, which with all the elastic being stretched to the point of snapping, hurt Amy like Hell. He tossed it aside and grabbed her by the torso, arms and all, and flung her right out of the bathroom, through the bedroom's open door and onto the bed, which she of course bounced off of before hitting the floor. The beast wasn't far behind, snarling as he pounced on top of her again.

"NO! OH NO!" Amy screamed out even as he pinned her again. The blood was now running freely down her body, and except for her boots and panties, she was pretty much naked. He'd hit her so hard that the first bruises were already beginning to show on her. She stared up at him, into lustful, hungry green eyes, and turned away again, unable to meet his fierce glare, shaking.

She reached up to her face - one of the blows had resulted in a split lip and there was blood on her face too. She really hurt, and she knew that the more she fought, the more it would hurt. Helpless, she curled up into a defensive ball, crying as he continued to sniff at her, "If… if you're going to do this…" she whispered, "Don't be Sonic… Sonic wouldn't do this… "

But he wasn't Sonic. His eyes were the same magnificent shade of green, but they stared down at her so savagely that they could not have been Sonic's. Whoever this monster was, he was going to have his way with her, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She briefly hoped that somehow, some way, Sonic the Hedgehog would show up to save her. Like he usually did. Like she trusted him to do. But how could he do that, when he was trapped inside this hideous beast? It grabbed her again, pulling her by the ankles and slamming her, face-first, into the mattress. Amy was hanging off it; her legs on the ground, too weak to climb the rest of the way or even slump back down to the floor. She thought he would do it right then and there, but the punishment wasn't over. He was still weakening her further, and shoved her once again toward the open bedroom window. Thankfully, she hadn't fallen out. But her head and half her torso were sticking out, and the moon was right above her. That's when she felt him repeat what he did to her bra, and removed her bloody panties by means of tearing…

He was so far from being Sonic, that she honestly wouldn't have been surprised had Sonic busted through the door. Of course, that wasn't going to happen. She desperately tried to clamber through the window, regardless of the possible fall. Powerful arms yanked her back, and she let out a wail of despair. His claws hadn't been careful in removing her panties, and there were fresh, shallow slashes on her thighs. Then she cried out again as he manoeuvred her into position roughly, pushing her face-first against the wall.

Face-first and bent. Amy was being forced into bending over, into the most submissive, helpless position in the animal kingdom. Tears and blood smeared against the wallpaper as her head was pressed into by one savage hand, while the other was forcing her hips back as far as they could go while still standing. He wouldn't let her fall to her knees. And much to her horror, the thick, murky organ made its way to her rear, even while she was sure the Werehog's body was almost a foot away from her. She could hear his breathing, husky and salivating. The tongue found its way to her back again, tasting the blood… Amy had to cringe, and accept what was going to happen. She would get fucked. By a savage animal. And it would hurt. A lot.

"Please… please…" Amy begged softly. And she didn't know who she was begging, or for what. If the Werehog deigned to fuck her like an animal… oh god, there was no point in bravery or dignity, because he didn't care about them, whether she had them or lost them or he took them. People cared. Animals didn't care.

Tears ran down her face, and she tried to twist away again, finding herself hopelessly trapped. She was so scared; she shouldn't just let him in, it was wrong, but if she didn't then he would just tear his way in. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Her first time was supposed to be a wonderful dance of pleasure… it wasn't supposed to be her torn like the wrapping paper of the box. He was leaning over her now, a growl rising up. She just managed to turn enough to reach out and grab something… The scarf…

She dropped it on the floor, along with her last lingering hope that she would wake up, and shaking, tried to relax herself. It was going to hurt, so bad…

The Werehog was sloppy. Although Sonic had never talked about it with her, Amy was sure he had experience in the sex category. But in this form, as this monstrosity, he was just as virgin as she was. Despite the trembling, he felt her relax; a sure fire sign of absolute submission to his will. Oddly enough, Amy felt the Werehog shiver and growl softly in pleasure when the head of his cock touched the edge of her soft pussy. It consumed the whole entrance; Amy wasn't even sure it would fit! But he gave her no chance to contemplate, for like the animal he was, he thrust forward and impaled her with his solid length. Her body rejected, but he pushed all the way…

She screamed. She couldn't imagine doing anything else, as her nails scratched so fiercely against the wall that the fingers of her gloves tore. He wasn't making any accommodations for the fact that she was way too small for him, or for the fact that she was about as aroused as an empty phone booth. She tried to spread her legs to lower the pain but it didn't work that way because he was still too big for her.

He wasn't giving her any time to get used to it either; it seemed that he just started forcing in and out, and not at a decent speed, but taking, taking, nothing but taking from her. Within seconds, there was more blood between her thighs, and her vision blurred around the edges as he slammed her up against the wall again with the force of his thrusts. She screamed again.

He sounded like he was enjoying himself.

I laughed, but I'm still obligated to sage slide threads.

And he was. To the point where he was drooling on her. There were rough, subtle grunts escaping him, but the most she got was a whine of pleasure. She was so unusually tight that his natural instinct was to fuck her harder, like her tightness was a challenge to his iron will. He bucked and plunged, ripped and tore, gripping at her body with exposed claws that left red trails beneath her fur, pulling her helpless body towards him every time he shoved his way into her. He began growling in disdain; Amy could only pray that it was almost over.

Amy clawed desperately at the wall, her nails broken and bleeding, actually tearing the wallpaper. She certainly wasn't going to orgasm. Not when her body was on fire with pain like this. Not when he was scratching eagerly at her sides, snuffling into her quills and his drool was running down the back of her neck. He was forcing his way in harder than ever, and as far as she could discern anything, it was that the cock he was using was too thick, too long - he could barely get it in but he seemed determined to do so, no matter how loud she was screaming now.

Another nightmare of a thought rose up - if he was thicker and longer in this form, would he have more stamina too? Would he be prepared to go again? She screamed just at that thought alone, even as she was slammed into the wall repeatedly, bruising her face further.

Stamina wasn't quite the word for this creature. It was more like persistence. All of Amy's screaming was willing him further; his primal mindset took it as defiance. So he fucked her, forcing his way in, out and back in, the pain being blown into her every single time. To her utmost horror, she felt what little rhythm he had subside, slowly but surely becoming nothing but misaligned thrusts that were fuelled by desperation. Pulsing began to whither through her body. And with a loud, terrorizing yelp, he came into her, gushing what would seem like four or five loads of tainted seed from any regular guy into her; shoving his cock in as far as it would go while he did so. Instinct aimed for pregnancy; so he held himself in her, assuring all of it; every drop of his seed, entered her sorely abused body.

Pregnancy was the least of Amy's worries right now, even as the seed swam inside of her. Not when her head was spinning from the pain. It seemed he liked how tight she must be around him too; he certainly didn't seem in any hurry to take himself out. And his taloned paws were still gripping her sides tightly. She was covered in sweat and blood and drool. His cum stained her deeply inside as she shook out of exhaustion. But her being tired wouldn't stop him. All it meant was that she no longer had the strength to fight. If anything, it would be even easier for him to continue taking his savage pleasure from her.

The orgasm only slowed him down briefly. It didn't stop him. Soon enough the tight sensation of being inside her willed him on again, and she felt him thrust. Once. Twice. Three times. And then she lost count because she was getting fucked again. Raped vilely, without the strength to even scream any longer, and just gasp for breath.

Amy felt herself slump, almost loose in his grip. There was blood all over the place now, and it was all hers. It was in his thick, shaggy fur too. There was a thin sheen of the stuff on his cock when he pulled part of the way out, and each enthusiastic thrust felt like it tore her more. No use pretending any longer; she was being raped by an animal. He shifted their position and shoved her face down onto the floor, the light of the full moon shining through the window onto them so brightly, and it was as if it was almost spurring him on. His cock was searing her on the inside and she barely had the chance to gasp for breath, let alone scream.

Somehow, with her face being held against the hardwood floor and her body being held up on its knees, Amy felt even more helpless than she had before. She'd been reduced to something less than a human being; something less than a slave. Here beneath the monstrous werehog she'd been demoted to an object; an undignified, lifeless thing that's only use was to satisfy his most primal instinct – mating. And she could sense he was more than pleased; his satisfied grunts made this all the more putrid and disgusting.

Another slide thread.

saged

No, you stated its your belief that there is truth to that episode.
Beliefs aren't facts. If they were, then things like religion and god are facts.
If I am wrong and I missed that particular post, could you direct me to where you provided the facts?
It's obviously not the OP, that's a tower of assumptions with no backing.

No fair, you're a redhead.

We've been getting raided for the last five days and the mods don't do shit to stop it. Sriously fuck this place, I'm out.

"Please… oh please…" Amy begged - not the werehog holding her down with such ease. Perhaps she was praying to any available gods for a miracle. They weren't listening. The werehog desired to mate with her, and the way he held her body, it meant she was moving back against him, involuntarily giving him more pleasure, more reason to keep going. Sweat and blood poured down her; his cum leaked down her thighs, and her clothes were in tatters. And yet he persisted further, as if there was more he could take from her.

Primal instincts were flaring from him. She could feel him speeding up his persistent pushing, yearning to reach his climax as fast and soon as he can, to ensure insemination. He was ruthless and he was vile, with a complete disregard for poor Amy's comfort. He was an animal and worse than that, the way he had her, she may as well have been one, too.

If he turned her into an animal, would she like it? Would it feel better that way? The thought was yet another jolt, and with one desperate twist, she dragged herself away from him. This didn't get her far. She was now lying on her back, staring him in the face. Her boots started scrabbling for a hold on the floor, and with his cock not in her right now, there was blood even flowing down her thighs. And she couldn't imagine it being any better if he started to fuck her while facing her.

This made it easier for her to breathe, at least. Amy wasn't the most flexible girl she knew. But the werehog proved her otherwise. Emerald, lusting green eyes glared down at her, before his burly arms forced her legs apart and up so far, her knees were almost against her chest. And then she felt him enter her again. Had she the energy to flail her arms about, she still wouldn't have been able to do much. Mounted atop her as he was, he was able to push even further into her depths, and his claws left more thin red trails beneath the fur on her thighs, grunting with animal pleasure.

Facing him… how horrible. Amy did her best to avoid meeting his eyes. Because his eyes hadn't changed; they were still Sonic's, and looking into them would most certainly give her the feeling that it was Sonic abusing her body like this, rather than some twisted body suppressing his true self.

She could breathe, but it hurt so badly as that thick, long cock slammed into her. It was her first ever experience of intercourse, and it was a nightmare as he stretched and abused her entrance and she somehow found the breath to cry out, again and again. And to her shame, in a desperate attempt to relieve some of that pain, she was spreading herself further for him.

He was drooling some more; tongue hanging out with a line of spit running down onto her body. It spread along her thighs, stomach, even her face, because he thrusts were so uncoordinated. It seemed that the more she cried, the harder he fucked her, because her desperation made him even randier. Perhaps it was the full moon shining on them both, but then he let out a howl, and an unexpected, hard orgasm flowed through him and into Amy's body.

Amy screamed in unison with the howl even as seed flooded into her again, long, pained and despairing. A part of her imagined it swimming enthusiastically towards its goal. She wondered, in a somewhat dizzy part of her mind, whether even if she passed out, the werehog would keep on going. It felt like he would. After all, he wasn't doing this to see her in pain, but to indulge in his own feral pleasure. Her scream didn't put him off in the slightest either; if anything he seemed encouraged by it.

And they call us close minded. I feel only contempt for somebody that eats up what his handlers tell him to think without seing if it's true first.

I rate your shilling performance this evening with a :^) and wish you a good night.

I'm so sick of this shit.

To lose weight you eat less.

To build muscle you exercise.

Like you even care. Stay fat.

Just stop spreading this nonsense that fat people need to exercise. It's actually dangerous to exercise when you're dieting or fat.

Raided? LOL You do realize that Holla Forums says "Politically Incorrect", right? I think political incorrectness is welcomed here.

My sides. You're a hero. Also sage.

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This isn't "bait". It's facts. It angers people.

Where are they, by the way?
I've re-read the thread several times and can't find that post you keep referring to.
You also didn't respond to my last post so I'm wondering what's going on.

Reported.

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You've been rused by a gay man, lads.

Top Wew, Lad.

Don't mistake short-sighted idealism for wisdom. You think that Bernie is a dictator that will enforce your bills with the cooperation of businesses that have exploited you for decades. You think that corporations are suddenly going to have a change of heart once they're presented with an extra piece of paper?

You're not thinking about this as a whole, you just cease any type of thinking after you see "free weed" and "free education".

Fallacy of composition and false equivalency.

MUH DICK!

Politically correct doesn't mean ruin the board quality with faggotry and copypasta.

Fucking kill yourself

Joke's on you, I don't have a penis.

Just 189 to go for you to beat >(215) and become legendary. Keep it up.

yeah, kill yourself buddy

i love these retarded kids today.

i guess he should have said TOP KEK right? that's real kewl.

^_^

fucking nub gtfo

This makes me moist.

How is Obama better "better with the economy" if he ended wars, proposed the Affordable Care Act, and skyrocketed the national debt from 3 trillion to 10.4 trillion? It's projected to reach at least 20 trillion by the end of his presidency.

washingtonpost.com/news/the-fix/wp/2015/01/07/the-story-behind-obama-and-the-national-debt-in-7-charts/

washingtontimes.com/news/2015/nov/1/obama-presidency-to-end-with-20-trillion-national-/?page=all

I guess that "being good with money" also means that you beg from thin air and unicorns.

DUDE

Oh shit yeah, was that the Hillary troll a few days back? I've never seen such a commitment to futility.

I have no fucking idea why people still say this shit. It's mind numbing and baffling how someone can say such dogshit about nigger president.

LOL @ the Anti-SJW's getting pissed off and hoping I get banned for pissing them off.

It's funny when the shoe is on the other foot, when the troll, trolls anti-SJW's.

We have been getting shillled hard. Something big must be going on

You committing suicide will solve all political problems. Do it for the benefit of mankind.

meant ti quote

So sage, faggot.

You should take your own advice. I'm sure it will put you out of your misery.

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You have quite the imagination. Unfortunately for you, I'm straight.

I'm not joking. The need for you to kill yourself is urgent. Do it.

Nah. I'm quite happy with my life. Maybe if I were as miserable and lonely as you, I'd consider it. But luckily that's not the case for me.

Alot of jews needed and got the nerve gas.

You need the nerve gas.
What conclusion can we make from this provided deduction?

I don't think you understand that I'm completely serious right now. Instead of being another in a series of unemployed redditor bernie-loving faggots, you can at least be part of some yearly statistic. Being able to raise the number of the "suicides in the US for 2016" by 1 will be the greatest thing you'll ever accomplish.

Have fun at the gulag, OP.

Like I said before, take your own advice.

;o

You don't get it do you. Killing yourself will solve everything. Ending your life will cause the filthy capitalist scum to be overthrown, and those damn racists will finally be enlightened. You'll be remembered as fucking gandhi for the positive change you brought upon the earth after you pulled the trigger.

Never have I heard something as god damn retarded as what you just said. Please kill yourself.

Not my fault you don't understand this basic shit. Blame public schools.

walking is fine, but actual exercise, no

I honestly can't tell if you're a troll or an actual leftist, because I've had discussions with actual leftists irl that go almost like this shit you're spewing out here. Please be a troll.

You sound like you're miserable. You should be the one to take your own life. And then there will be 1 less idiot on Earth.

I have a lot to be happy about and a lot to live for. Want to know why? I have a sexual relationship with multiple gorgeous women.

I've already admitted to being a troll. I'm a little too close to the center to be called a "leftist". I'm more moderate than liberal.

Come back to me when you're done with your larping session and then we can seriously discuss the benefits of your suicide.

What is it going to take for us to either move on to another Holla Forums or oust the moderation here? Does Jim honestly have to invite Holla Forums and friends here for a shitpost party to make this place unbearable?

Yeah I'm fat, that's what happens when you don't change your diet from when you were very active to not active at all (surgery).
Not ugly, hell still get hit on when I'm fat, most people consider me at least a 7/10 (even the rude as fuck people) and I'm a fat ass
I have a beard on and off, I keep a van dyke primarily due to needing a filter for my nose else wise I have problems breathing as I have pollen allergies.
I don't dwell in my basement (besides what my skintone would say) I go out quite regularly, that's what happens when you're a scandinavian and celtic british-islander genes.
also sorry I don't have a micropenis even if I'm a fatass, sorry OP

bump

sage. Are you sure you're old enough to be on his website?

I haven't gotten stank in years, but that's my choice.

sage cos I'm bored now.

It's your duty to secure a future or the white race (or really whatever race you are if you give a shit about your people at all) by having children and raising them, you know.

That doesn't apply to every race, plus I'm mixed.

I'm half white so i'll probably find myself a nice white girl. Make my kids a little brighter than me.

:^)

We 4/pol/ now?

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