The New Kiwi Rangers: The Next Generation - Chapters 53/69 complete.

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Chapter 39: The Dimensional Merge Chapter 2: The Dark Weenix Awakens

@bearycool went on the offensive. He tackled a troll and raped it. The troll struggled at first but eventually accepted. After shooting his load into the troll's anus, bearycool pulled out and smack the troll in the ass. The troll died of AIDS a second later. Two more trolls jumped bearycool. They met the same fate.

cedric rapid fired buttplugs from his anus. Three trolls fell down in front of him. More trolls cornered cedric. He opened fire again. 12 more trolls fell. More trolls approached. Swordfighter grabbed one troll and threw it into the trolls cornering cedric. They toppled like bowling pins.

"Thanks my nigga," cedric said. Swordfighter gave him a faggy thumbs up.

Skullomania went hedgehog. She ran circles around two trolls. The dust kicked up entered their lungs and they started coughing. Distracted with their coughing, skullomania kicked them in the balls. They grabbed their crotches and fell sodeways. Dead.

bearycool jumps on skullomania's back. skullomania runs circles at super speed around a thousand trolls. As she passes a troll, bearycool ejaculates blood into its mouth, killing it with AIDS.

Chris chan flew upwards in the sky, sparri g with Clyde Cash. "You will not complete the dimensional merge!" Clyde shouted. "And your daughter will libe with me and The Miscreants, like every other woman in your life."

"That's where your wrong!" another female voice behind Clyde shouted. "I, Christine Weston Chandler's boyfriend-free girlfriend, have never lived with you." Christine's boyfriend-free girlfriend flew up behind Clyde Cash. "Pony charge dash!"

Christine's boyfriend-free girlfriend charged towards Clyde in a blue streak. Clyde dodged but still gets grazed on the side of his cheek. Clyde wiped the blood from the side if his cheek and smirks. He teleports behind her and raises both of his hands.

"Miscreant Mega Maim!" His hands bitchslap Christine's boyfriend-free girlfriend a thousand times. She falls, unconscious, back towards the ground.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!" Christine shours, "JULAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

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Inside the ride exit, Memegray does her best, as a pre op trans woman, to comfort Crystal Weston Chandler. Breastfeeding seemed to help placate the 5 year old, but when an explosion from outside shook the ride exit, Crystal Weston chandler began to cry. A second explosion shook the ride exit. The ceiling above them gave out. As it crashed towards them, one of the animatronic puppets, @FroggyMan, jumped in and stopped it from crushing them.

"Structural integrity at 41%," animatronic froggy said. Memegray and Crystal Weston Chandler crawled out from under the collapsed ceiling. Animatronic froggy's arms glowed and the ceiling piece above him disintegrated.

It approached MemeGray and Crystal Weston Chandler. "I am FroggyMan," it said, "My CPU is a neural net processor, a learning computer. I have been programmed to protect and serve Crystal Weston Chandler, true and honest daughter of Christine Weston Chandler and her boyfriend-free girlfriend."

FroggyMan picks up Crystal Weston Chandler. "Execute plan protect, priority one. I must take her to the safehouse." Froggy hands MemeGray a sonichu necklace. "Take this, to Christine" Froggy said, "it will help stop Clyde Cash."

MemeGray places the sonichu medallion around her pre op tranny neck. The world goes dark around her. A heartbeat is heard, getting louder. Below, she is standing on the surface of water. Sonichu and Rosechu float to the surface in front of her.

"We are the spirits of the medallion, the third chaotistic emerald." They spoke in unision. "You are not Christine Weston Chandler, creator of Sonichu, the electric hedgehog Pokemon." They blinked in unision. "What makes you worthy of our power."

"I haveno idea what kind of faggot shit this is. Kill yourself." Memegray responded.

Sonichu and Rosechu pause. "You are not yet worthy of our power, but we will help you realize powers." Sonichu and Rosechu said.

They disappeared. MemeGray found herself back in the ride exit, but something inside stirred in her ladydick and ran up her spine. She had a powerful urge to paypal large amounts of money to,and perfo gay ops on, excepeptional individuals.

She didn't need further explanation.

Somehow she knew: She was MemeGray, the Dark Weenix.

 

[Napoleon Bonerfart]

Chapter 40: The Dimensional Merge Chapter 3: The Dark Weenix Awakens Part 2: The Dark Weenix Rises

MemeGray levitated in the air. Her dark weenix powers were fully awakened. She could feel the a logging run through her pre-op transexual veins. Her telepathic mind was now part of the block chain. Processing trillions of hashes per second, millions of bitcoins filled her virtual wallet. She was now the wealthiest owner of fake money to ever have existed.

Those bitcoins were put to good use. Immediately the patreon account of 1000 troons were maxed out. Messages were sent: A call to action at a trans-positive Antifa rally.

The patreons of 1000 non-troon speedrunners were also filled. A call to arms was placed for them as well. MemeGray fabricated a picture of the Joker, with the motivational phrase "It's time for society to live in us instead." An email with the text "tee hee i am an underage loli thot and i really need the trolls to be defeated b4 i can sleep with you." was also sent.

Finally two short emails were sent. One to the British Columbia Human Rights Tribunal - "Clyde Cash misgendered someone" - and one to Lowtax - "Your wife is at CWCWikiLand."

MemeGray crashes through the ceiling of the ride exit to join the fight, and just in time. The other Rangers were surrounded by Trolls. MemeGray Psychokineticly cleared a path in the trolls. "My psychokinetic shield cant hold them forever, so hurry!"

The rangers followed the psychokineticpath to reach higher ground: atop a maintenance building. It wasn't the most ideal spot but they could take out the trolls at the ladder. MemeGrays psychicenergy ran out. She landed on the rooftop with the other Kiwis. "I need time to recharge" she said.

"Bearycool! Where's bearycool" Skullomania shouted. Bearycool was indeed separayed. The Rangers could not see him anywhere on the battlefield below. While looking down for bearycool, they notoced thay the trolls below began joining ass-to-mouth and climbing on top of each othet, forming a troll-centipede switchback to reach the roof. MemeGray used a tiny bit of psychic energy to topple them, but she was not recharged enough and the trolls reformed the switchback.

Swordfighter summoned an AR-15 with illegal bumpstock. He opened fire on the trolls travelung up the switchback. This bought a few minutes. cedric shouted "nigger" at the trolls. When he realized that was useless, he joined Swordfighter and fired buttplugs at the trolls.

In the air above, Chris Chan and Clyde Cash dodged each others moves. "Ultimate Guido Form." Clyde shouted. His skin became more orange. His spiky hair became more spikey. The sleeves on his shirt tore away. His neck chain elongated and Clyde swung it around as a weapon.

Christene Chan assumed her Master Onion Form. "Chop!" "Kick!" "Punch!" she shouted as she flailed around. Clyde's neck chain swung around and wrapped around her foot. Clyde pulled the chain to try to entangle Chris Chan more.

Zap!

A blur of electricity crossed through the chain. Sonichu broke the chain in Half. "I believe in you father!" Sonichu said as he gave a thumbs up!

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Back in the present, @PlasticOwls and Crystal Weston Chandler just finished a long, 38 second, session of sex. They were laying naked next to each other, making pillow talk. "Sometimes," PlasticOwls said autistically, "I can see things before they happen too."

"Take my hand" Crystal Weston Chandler autistically commanded. PlasticOwls grabbed her hand. Their connection and psychic link amplified each other's premonitions. PlasticOwls could see bith the past, future, and altetnate possibilities. At the center of it was a wrinkle im the fabric of space time. A nexus, a crash. The failed dimensional merge.

"Do you see the rift?" Crystal asked. "It looks like a mistake, but it isn't. My mother and her boyfriend-free girlfriend were ordained from a power beyond this universe to create its existence. It cannot be undone." PlasticOwls saw through the rift, at the battle taking place on the nexus. He saw what would happen if the dimensional know was undone and the merge allowed to continue: Kiwi Farms would never exist.

Crystal Weston Chandler looked into @PlasticOwl's eyes. "You, who are cursed to see ruin over and over again, who will see those around you die. You have lived a thousand lives." She pointed to her newly impregnated belly. "And you will live a thousand more."

The words that Crystal Weston Chandler said rang true. He ft an awakening. He knew who he was. Not an orphan dropped off at the monestary, but a reincarnation of the dimensional Nexus itself.

"You must go." Crystal Weston Chandler told him. "You must go to the crater."

 

[Napoleon Bonerfart]

Chapter 41: The Dimensional Merge Part 4

Trolls were almost piled high enough to reach the roof. Swordfighter's summoning powers were depleted, only being able to manifest various Nerf footballs to throw. MemeGray could no longer keep any of psychokinetic shield up. @skullomania's hedgehog power was useless on the rooftop. cedric could still rapid fire buttplugs, but due to the raid fire stretching his anus, accuracy was minimal.

Bearycool was also nowhere to be found.

The help of some reinforcement arrived. Lowtax hobbled to the battlefield. He held a tire iron in one hand and tapped it to his other. "Which one of you is my wife?" Lowtax said menacingly. He raised the crowbar and charged. It crashed onto one of the troll's heads. The troll didn't even flinch. Lowtax hits like a girl. He then tried, and failed, to be funny. "You want the truth? Well the truth is in the pudding! You can't handle the money! Hope you got ten bux!"

The trolls became very annoyedband surrounded Lowtax. "Perhaps we could pour a cup of Mangosteen and talk this over." Lowtax pleaded. Unfortunately Lowtax' brain damage meant that he could neverb be serious about anything except beating his wife. As the trolls rearranged him into a pretzel, the sarcastically quipped "No not my peefectly good spine how will I sleep in a shopping cart now!"

Amongst the trolls was Shmorky, who approached lowtax and whipped out his Klurf Kock. "I am a little girl!" Lowtax exclaimed before gobbling Shlchmorky's knob. The trolls then bludgeoned both of them to death.

The Kiwi Rangers used this distraction to escape the rooftop and fall back to reinforcements consisting of 1000 freshly arrived Patreon troons. Phil Vincent Haskins-Delici led the troops.

"Antifa supersoldiers! Human barricade! Mega meat shield!"

410 of the 1000 troons commit suicide. The remaining 590 troons stack the dead ones up to form a barricade. 1000 non troon speedrunners arrive. "Gamers! It's rime to rise up. Were gonna need some quiet it's serious time. Speedfight Any percent!" The gamers perform an any% speedrun, dispatching all but a few of the trolls in just minutes.

The British Columbia Human Rights Tribunal offered mortar and tank fire, taking care of any remainimg trolls.

With the trolls no longer a viable threat, the Kiwis looked for @bearycool. He wasn't on the battlefield and none of the bodies looked like his. Maskull saw a small trail of blood drops. He scopped some onto his fingers and licked it.

"Still fresh, tastes HIV+"

The Kiwi rangers followed the trail of blood. Above them, Chris Chan and Clyde Cash were locked into an endless brawl. Chris Chan does one more flying Master Onion kick. Clyde Cash is thrown back and he grabs his shoulder. "It's over Clyde Cash!" She says.

Clyde Cash spits out some blood. "Even if you defeat me, you are too late. I don't have the chaotistic emerald. Ian Brandin Anderson has it, and he will disrupt the dimensional merge with or without it."

Christene Weston Chandler powers up for one final attack.

"This is for Julay! CURSE... YE... HA... ME... HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"

The energy beam covers Clyde Cadh in a blue glow. He disintegrates.

With Clyde Cash and the trolls out of the way, Christene Weston Chandler stress-sigheg and flew towards the dimensional Nexus to take care of the new threat, Ian Brandon Anderson.

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A tour bus arrived at a large crater in New Mexico. The doors opened. @PlasticOwls and two tourists stepped off. He was at the crater, the remains of CWCWikiLand, the, site of the failed dimensional merge. His birth place. At the center of the crater was a tourist in a trench coat. A breeze blew some dirt across the desert landscape.

@PlasticOwls made his way to the center of the crater. He didn't see anything special. No visions, no supernatural premonotion. The tourist turned around. "Not much of a tourist attraction if you ask me," the tourist said, "you'd have more fun Naruto running through Area 51."

"Yeah," @PlasticOwls said half caring.

The tourist lit up a cigarette and looked at hia watch. "Solar eclipse in 1 minute. You're just in time @PlasticOwls." The tourist transformed his disguise. It was Ghost Cock!

"I kind of felt bad, having thise vikings destroy your monestary, but now I have part of the dimensional rift's soul, you, in my cock."

@PlasticOwls assumed a faggy fighting stance. "You set me up!"

Ghost Cock just waved his hand. "Calm down faggot, you won't be able to fight something that has part of your soul in it. Besides, this isn't about you. For you see, I am Ghost Cock, and when Ghost Cock makes a deal, he delivers."

The solar eclipse reached totality. "An now to deliver." Ghost cock said in a cocky manner. One of the Bailey's beads of the eclipse flickered. Something was emerging from it. It was getting larger and closer. The Comnorite temple from the moon descended, landing in the center of the crater. @PlasticOwls found himself surrounded by the temple. Corbin Dallas Multipass stood next to him and Ghost Cock.

"My part of the deal is done, Corbin, he will take your place. I just need payment and you will be free to shitpost again.

"Very well" Corbin said. Part of Corbin's dick disappeared and Ghost Cocks got longer. "Now I can get back to neglecting my wife." Corbin floated off, leaving the Connorite Temple.

"Hey nothing personal" Ghost Cock said to @PlasticOwls, "sorry you are trapped here forever, tragic life and all. Well tata!"

Ghost Cock dissappeared. He flew through the passages of time and space. With both part of the dimensional rift's soul, and part of the unbannable energized within his dick, there was no possibility that @bearycool could stop him now.

"@bearycool..." Ghost Cock said to himself. "Father, why did you try to destroy me?"

 

[PlasticOwls]

Well, shit.

 

[bearycool]

I'm taking on the next chapter. I'll do my best, fam.

 

[bearycool]

Chapter 42: The Forgotten Life of Yore

Life flashed before his eyes, but the autistic scientist already knew that. Time warped to that of a far off fantasy, an illusion that never existed in the first place. The scientist mused, as he always had, about the insanity of the entire situation. It seemed rather queer, more queer than he was used to in general, that the main thing on his mind was Nothing. Beyond all the chaos, beyond time and space, beyond the wars and the great many battles, beyond the Kiwi Rangers and all the bonds he made, beyond all of it he just felt Nothing. He couldn’t even remember his name anymore.

“Well, that’s fucking anticlimatic,” he mused again, with Nothing in him still.

Yet still the scientist existed. In a darkness more pitch black than the Internet that he formed his methodologies and create the vision that was “Kiwi Farms Base Beta”, he floated for what seemed like seconds that turned into eons. Eventually, he floated towards a cascade of mountains and trees to a vision that began it all.

On the edge of a great blue lake sat an autist sitting at his laptop, screaming about how the Wi-Fi was a piece of shit after trying to post a response to how someone should kill themselves for being a dipshit. He had just finished high school, and was wasting his years in college shitposting on the internet and making relationships with usernames such as “CuckFucker101”, “Null”, “BitchTittiesRUs”, and a whole menagerie of psychos that he found on a new site titled “Kiwi Farms”. Yet there was one user, a name that he had clearly forgotten-- a Ghost from a far off past long forgotten. He was chatting with him while setting up plans to meet up with @PlasticOwls and @skullomania IRL and how they could in the most fashionably flameboyant way raid Chris’ garbage and blame it on @Null, Yawning, and ADF when a sudden figure behind him slapped him with an electrified dildo.

“Yooo faggot!” the voice behind him sounded, making the scientist turn with an erect cock. “I heard you an idea on how to use this thing.” He gave a wink.

“Wow,” the scientist chuckled. “You think just because I have more sex than you that I know everything about electrified dildos.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to fuck you with it.” The man slapped his ass. “I already have my cybernetic cock you developed for me that does wonders for you already. Besides, I’m not as much of a slut as you are anyway.”

The scientist blushed, and placed the laptop to the side. “Okay, just what is it the fuck you want, hoe?”

“Well you see,” began cyber-cock man, “I heard you found a way to take over the government with the use of the forum you are using.”


The scientist dropped the poppers he was sniffing to make his butthole twitch, and he looked in abject horror at Cyber-Cock.

“How did you find out?”

“I want in and I want to fuck you while you do it,” Cyber-Cock replied.

“HOW DID YOU FIND OUT?!” he repeated.

“Beary,” Cyber-cock stated tenderly, “You can’t hide what is important to you to someone who loves you the most. You may be some fucking faggot with an internet addiction, a whole lot of slutty tendencies, and a thirst for fucking shit up, but I love you and I know what goes in your mind.”

“Fuck you, ---,” Bearycool, who finally remembered his name, yet couldn’t hear the name he shouted in flameboyant hysterics. “getting in my head like that is rape.”

“Yeah, but you would never halal me for it would you?”

True, I never could. A voice replied somewhere distant in his mind. A memory of a memory came bubbling forth, engulfing the scene, smearing it to a mist of younger days that had already past. What next came were the precursor days of Movie Night (all rights reserved.). In those days, the scientist remember, were the days of the simple shitpost and the steady strides of developing a secret government. Yawning Sneasel, in his development as the first of the rangers, began to be fixated on diapers after a long marathon of adult babies was introduced as an experiment for mind control for the weak willed. @nippleonbonerfart began work on his Treatise of R.E.T.A.R.D.E.D. Affairs. What the acronym meant was never found out, but that was probably due to the fact that he was a lazy fuck and gave the scientist the manuscript barely half finished since he wanted to write some weird ass fanficition while he let the scientist do all the work in the background.

The scene shifted once again, towards the Halal Temple of Autists. Inside, the many remains of insurgents who sought to destroy the vision of a Kiwi Farms centered world, their essence being used to fuel the fledgling experiments that would eventually mark the world.

@Angel Baby Firefly was the first successfully clone ranger, plucked from the DNA of @NOT Sword Fighter Super and @jellycar and combined with the cum of a rare uncircumcised Jewish cock. The Temple at palestine, Beary began to remember, was his first secret base. When he had obtained the DNA from Jellycar and Sword Fighter in their sleep, he returned to the temple. He saw himself looking at the tube in which Firefly was quickly developing in. Suddenly, the familiar voice from the lake came back.

“Do you think this will work?”

“I hope it does,” replied the scientist. “The Kiwi Rangers must rise to the occasion like a dom top to a femme bottom. Swordfighter will need them in the time to come. Movie Night has officially been canceled, fulfilling the required chaos we need to take over and make Kiwi Bases in several 5th world countries who became addicted by the Adult Baby Diaper broadcast. I can’t trust Yawning Sneasel anymore to guide us to success either… the poor fool.”

The man came over and slapped his ass. “Will the rangers know of this?”

“It will be a secret until such a time as I see fit. The timelines have to merge with the eventual event of @PlasticOwls obtaining an understanding of the Nexus, and this is the first part”

“And of Vodrak?”

“The least of our worries. The chaotistic crystal has already predicted his demise and the road to that successful future. @champthon whispers in my ears now, and it gets me rock hard with the autism.”

“The construction of Kiwi Deep Anus Base Beta Cuck and Kiwi Deep Anus Base Alpha Bull is underway, daddy,” A bearycool from an alternate timeline came. The scientist remember this was also around the time that he began meeting his alternate counter parts. This beary was @barelycool, the most submissive femme bottom out of all of the timeline of bearys, and would do anything just to get used and abused by a bunch of AIDs ridden homos.

“Good, thank you” and the scientst shot barelycool in the cock, making him moan and depart in bliss.

“What a fucking faggot,” Replied Cyber Cock.

“He is the version of me that didn’t become popular on kiwi farms and is that timeline’s Chris-Chan. He works as a good slave, however.”

“So…” Began Cyber Cock, “What happens after these bases are belong to us?”

“Ghost Cock… the reason why we doing any of this all in the first place.”

“Ah yes, him…” Cyber Cock gave a sigh, filled with sorrow. “All of this, just because he will eventually become all of time and space, filling it up with his ghost cock if he isn’t stopped. I remember the day you tried to annihilate him because it appeared all possible timelines lead to he Dimensional Merge imploding itself and killing all of existence.”

“He is our son, yet his hubris for bigger cock is the catalyst to the end of all things.” a look of pain came over the scientist face. “I still remember the username you gave him.”

“Yes, it was the emoji you always used in your text messages.” Cyber Cock gave him a wink.

“Yeah, you always knew how much I love @Eggplant"


And right then, at the sound of the name, reality shattered, wind rushing as multifractal colors scattered throughout eternity. Bearycool realize he was falling down, towards the crater that PlasticOwls and Ghost Cock were now in. The scientist put on his cloaking device, and remembered what he had done to come to this scene. During the battle, someone, he didn’t know who, had electrocuted him, finally pushing him into the realm of the Nexus and one of the Dimensional Merge’s dreams.

It all came rushing back, the reasoning for why all of this was occurring in the first place. However, he still didn’t understand who Cyber Cock was still. Due to all the timeline shifts and bearys throughout the timeline, the scientist’s memory was still somewhat fractured and missing pieces. It appeared, however, that all were connected to the Merge and were part of a giant universal dream of autism, the scientist playing his part in its scheme to achieve peace and harmony with the Kiwi Rangers with PlasticOwls as one of its reincarnations.

But the most important information he got from all of this was that he now knew the reason why Ghost Cock, @Eggplant, was doing what they were doing:

It was because they were born with a microcock, and they resented the fact that they couldn’t become a Kiwi Farms Ranger because of it.

 

[bearycool]

also congrats @Eggplant you're now part of this story officially.

 

[Randall Fragg]

This thread is autistic and I love it.

 

[Eggplant]

Oh my god it's beautiful.

 

[Napoleon Bonerfart]

Chapter 43:

In the dimensional rift, a sandstone rock, perhaps the size of an asteroid existed in a dark void. On that rock was a crater with a Connorite temple in the center. @PlasticOwls pushed against a door marked “Exit” It wouldn't budge. He tried kicking the door. Nothing. He reached into his peehole and pulled out a 90 PSI pneumatic jackhammer, 200 gallon air compressor, and 3-phase electric generator.


The jackhammer made quick work of the hinges on the door. The door fell inward. @PlasticOwls attempted to walk through the open door. As he moved forward, his dick and balls smashed against something. An invisible field prevented him from leaving.


He really was trapped the same way as Corbin Dallas Multipass. He walked to the inner chamber of the temple, a pentagonal room with buttresses running up the wall, supporting a ceiling that sloped upward on 5 sides, meeting in the center. Letting out a stress sigh, he tried to postulate a way to get out. There had to be something he could work with. The temple was quite bare, though. No random trinkets lying around, no light switches. Even what appeared to be the central chamber of ritual was simplistic. Gray floor, gray walls. It was boring enough to drive anyone mad. And though @PlasticOwls had many things lodged inside of his urethra, he could still get bored quickly here. It was enough to make Corbin Dallas Multipass go insane, and perhaps he would succomb to the same fate quickly.


Before @PlasticOwls could ponder his demise for any longer, he felt a pain in his balls, as if someone was filling his scrotum with massive amounts of silicone. His dick enlarged to the size of a La-Z-Boy reclining chair. It was fat, not long. The biggest chode in the universe to be honest. If officials from the Guiness Book of World Records had been present, they would have certified it as such. @PlasticOwls groaned for a second. @bearycool popped out of the end of @PlasticOwls' peehole and his dick reverted to normal size. Beary brushed some seminal fluid off of his shoulder.


“@bearycool?” @PlasticOwls asked, “What is happening? Why am I trapped here?”


“It's as I feared,” @bearycool said, “Ghost Cock must have made a deal with Corbin Dallas Multipass, part of Corbin's ability to be unbannable, in exchange for Corbin's freedom. And you? I never thought I would entered the rift through your peehole.”


@PlasticOwls dick enlarged to the size of a La-Z-Boy recliner again. Another @bearycool came out of his peehole.


“Alright Owls,” the second Beary said, “We got a few more coming, so we might as well do this the easy way.”


@bearycool #2 began making out with @bearycool #1. @bearycool #2 grabbed @bearycool #1's nipples and squeezed until they lactated. Both @bearycools pinned @PlasticOwls down and double teamed his dick, jerking him off. As @PlasticOwls climaxed, 48 other @bearycools shot out. @bearycool #27 stuck his pinkie in @PlasticOwl's butthole. The pleasure was so great that one final person shot out of his dick. It was Ghost Cock.


“Curses and cranberries! How did I get here!” Ghost Cock shouted.


“It was in @nippleonbonerfart's Treatise on R.E.T.A.R.D.E.D affairs, written in the margin, between a joke about the Polish and the word 'Nigger': 'Finger the prostate of a tesseract to summon a phallospectral entity.”


The 50 bearycools surrounded Ghost Cock. “Father,” Ghost Cock said, “I did everything you asked, and you try to destroy me. Why? All I ever wanted was to be a real boy with dick big enough to pleasure you. You abandoned me for that cybernetic monstrosity. Everyone betray me!”


“You betrayed us first, Ghost Cock. You were supposed to rape the Vikings in a sexual manner, not in a classical pillage and destroy manner. You never listened, you were reckless. Our insurance premium went up after the Viking incident. And then you stole the map to the 4th chaotistic emerald.”


“I needed that emerald! It was the only way to get a dick of my own! I will not give you the map!”


“Then so be it.” The 50 @bearycools said in Unison. “I cannot let all of time collapse, even if you are my son.”



The 50 bearycools all converged into 1. Their power levels combining. In front of Ghost Cock, @bearycool Ultra MK appeared.


“This is the end!”


@bearycool stretched his cock out to a 20 foot length. A piercing on the end of it had a blade protruding from it. He swung it around like a chain, and threw it at @Eggplant. @Eggplant dodged, pissing acid in retaliation. The stream of acid piss scracthed one of @bearycool's cheeks, leaving a burn mark.


Bearycool swung his dick again. Ghost Cock did a backflip, dodging again. He teleported behind @bearycool and grabbed @his hair, pulling him down to the ground. @bearycool's dick, which had still been flying, swung around. The blade severed Ghost Cock at his waist. His upper half landed about 3 feet away from his bottom.


@bearycool got up and embraced Ghost Cock's upper half, using his fingers to close his eyes. “I'm sorry my son, RIP in Pepperoni.”


@Eggplant's eyes opened back up, his upper half hovered into the air. His lower half followed, rejoining at the waste.


“I've gained a few powers since I have been away, Father. Perhaps I should give you a little demonstration.

 

[Suburban Bastard]

Got a semi

8.5/10

 

[The 3rd Hooligan]

Ive got severe autism by reading that.


Thanks! Maybe i will get a tugboat!?

 

[Napoleon Bonerfart]

Chapter 44: Cliffhanger

Ghost Cock powered up and assumed his final form. "It's over, Father!" he shouts, "I will take your body and then I will be tall enough to become a Kiwi Ranger. My birthright will be denied no longer!"

@bearycool summons a NEG field to deflect whatever attack Ghost Cock is about to launch. Laser beams fire from Ghost Cock's left and right nipples and from his eyes and from his penis and from his butthole. The butthole laser bends time and space to arc around and join parallel with his front facing lasers. Also his testicles fire lasers.

The lasers hit the NEG field and deflect. One hits @PlasticOwls and he dies.

@PlasticOwls ejaculates all of the Kiwi Rangers out of the wormhole in his penis. upon death, and also releases his bowels. The Kiwi Rangers emerge, having followed the trail of HIV+ blood to find @bearycool.

"Looks like we made it just in time" Cedric said.

"Yeah," @Skullomania added, "@bearycool is ri-"

A deflected laserbeam hits @skullomania and she dies.

"Noooooooooooooooooooooooo!" @MemeGray rushes over to @skullomania's side, picking up her limp, hedgehog body, sobbing. "I'm sorry @skullomania," xe laments, "I never got to tell you how much I wanted you inside me and now you're dead."

A second deflected laserbeam hits @MemeGray, burning xer to a crisp. Xhe lay on top of skullomania, dead, managing to molest her dead body at the moment of death. Their crisp embrace: a permanent reminder of the deadly consequences of #meetoo, and proof that all troons are sex offenders after all.

@bearycool realizes that there is only one way to stop ghost cock, and it will require great sacrifice. All of the merged bearycools separate and begin beating off vigorously around Ghost Cock.

"What is this?!" Ghost Cock shouts, "A bukake bomb? You fool, you'll kill us all!"

All of the bearycools kept masturbating. jets of fire and steam began shooting out in a wave of precum.

"Noooo!" Ghost Cock shouts, firing a second barrage of laser beams. A few of the bearycools are disintegrated, but the bearycools remaining close the gap. They masturbate harder. They feel like they are about to edge, but they need something a little extra.

One of the @bearycools summons a hologram. "@Mr Himmler's boipussy, maximum anus!" He shouts. A laser beam disintegrates that bearycool.

The hologram is enough to push them over the edge, they all ejaculate inward towards Ghost-Cock.

The Connorite temple explodes. A shockwave of semen spreads out, covering half of the United States. The Rangers, bearycool, and Ghost Cock are all dead.

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Christeen Weston Chandler, creater an owner of the original Character Sonichu and Rosechu, the electric hedgehog pokemon, is too late. By the time he reached the Game Place to challenge him, Ian Brandon Anderson was gone, taking the Chautistic Emerald with him. Ian Brandon Anderson was a clever one, a being made out of mimetic poly-alloy, liquid metal. Where liquid Chris went was unknown, but Christeen Weston Chandler had a few ideas.

A void begins opening up above the Game Place, a result of the failed dimensional merge. A false-vacuum distortion in space time that will get bigger, consuming the universe. Only Christeen can stop it.


She used her PlayStation Portable to send a message to her best robot worker. Minutes later, @FroggyMan shows up. "Your daughter is in safe master." Froggy Says.

"This is - stress sigh - this is important," Christeen tells Froggy, "You must find Liquid Chris. Here is your new programming, I have to stay here and stabilize the rift in the dimensional merge.

"Goodbye... master!" @FroggyMan says. Sparks appear around FroggyMan. A time sphere envelopes him, and then collapses, sending Pingu the Frog through time.

Christeen Weston Chandler sets up a webcam and makes one last video.

"Captain's log, Juneteenth, XX20. Well this - this is it folks. I have accomplished much in my life. I have defeated that dang dirty troll Clyde Cash and I bought Nintendo and I made my award winning- stress sign- winning games and, and my park, my amusement park andtripleplatinumalbums. But now is the time for me to fulfill my prophecy, to stop this failed dimensional merge and save my gal pals everywhere."

Christeen Weston Chandler powers up, forming the biggest energy beam, bigger than any other energy beam ever made in the history of the universe. She gets ready to throw the beam at the void. "This is for all of the Trolls! You'll collect your tugboats in Hell!"

"Cuuuuuuuuuuurse!"

"Yeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Meeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

She throws the beam. CWCWikiLand is consumed by the void, plugging it, and restoring the fabric of space time. In Christeen's last moments on this earth, she is greeted by a familiar presence.

The Ghost of Bob Chandler.

"You did it, son, you did it. You finally took that damn thing off the internet. I am so proud of you."

A tearful christeen says "Thank you father" before a growing white void consumes her and all of CWCkiWikiland, replacing the matterless void with material, but forever erasing Sonichu from the future timeline.

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With the Rangers all dead, bearycool dead, and the dimensional rift failed, what will become of the fate of Kiwi Deep Anus? What can a certain time-traveling robot frog do about the situation?

Find out more on the next episode of "The Kiwi Rangers: The Next-Next Generation GT"

 

[Cedric_Eff]

Giant Spoons

 

[Spl00gies]

I've missed this so much. RIP rangerbrahs.

 

[PlasticOwls]

Im so lost right now

 

[Napoleon Bonerfart]

Im so lost right now

TL;DR :

You died from Ghost Cock's laserbeams. The G2 Kiwi Rangers are no more, A past version of @FroggyMan is traveling through time.

Spoiler

Also Christeen Weston Chandler's daughter is pregnant with Null

 

[Napoleon Bonerfart]

Chapter 45: Future Tales of Future Past

The year is 1995, the future. After global warming, caused by solar panels getting too hot and reflecting light into the ozone layer, burning multiple holes, and all the windmills spinning so fast that they lifted off into outer space, no longer providing they're cooling nature from their giant fan blades, people now huddle in tightly packed megacities. After XXXX years of peace and stability, the anarcho-fascist system that made America so prosperous was replaced with an inferior acarcho-capitalist one. Gangs, tribes, and rival factions compete for territory, resources, and updoots.

In one such city, located at the center of Antarctica, one of the only temperate climate areas left on earth, was an arena as grand as the Coloseum. Crowds of spectators cheered on a Monster Truck Rally. Monster Trucks rolled tires through mud puddles and over dirt mounds, spraying all 200,000 spectators with a venerable bukake of mud.

This was no ordinary monster truck rally, this was Truckfest '95, coinciding on the day, XX years ago that the Antarctic Ungoverned Territory Independent State Treaty was signed, declaring Freeze City as a cop-free automimous zone. Only the best and most skilled monster truck drivers were competing. The stakes were high. For the winner: cash, fame, Title IX immunity, dinner with President Greta Thunberg The XXth. For the rest: a human sacrifice made upon the altar of the god of human sacrifice.

For one driver, death was not an option. She needed that money.

The final race was on. It was just her and some knife weilding maniac. The maniac started his Low Rider's engine. As @Bastard Samurai put his helmet on, @Wendy Carter took her helmet off. Protection was for faggots and didn't feel as good. They revved their engines. Sweat poured down @Bastard Samurai's face. He needed thatmoney. For him, this wasn't just a life or death monster truck rally. If he didn't get the money, they would follow him into death to collect.

A referee carefully loaded a blank round into a gun, double checking, triple checking. Things weren't going to go wrong like they did at the Tour De Germany. He raised the gun into the air, confident the bullet in it is a blank, and signalled the start of the last race.

@Wendy Carter's Big Black Combine (a crowd favorite monster truxk) used a nitro boost to take the lead, plowing into the referee and dragging him under the rear axle. His, bruised, lifeless body flopped around before breaking loose flying towards the grill of @Bastard Samurai's monster low rider. As it makes contact, it splatters into a million squishy bits. Bastard's windshield is obstructed. He veers off course into the crowd. 70 people die.

"Mother fucker!" he shouts as he reverses his low rider back to the course. Wendy was at least a lap ahead and looking to pass him. Bastard Samurai thought quickly. He reaches his hand down his pants and grabs his pubic hair, collecting crabs im his hand. Right as Wendy Carter's truck approaches, he throws the crabs at her crotch. She was not wearing pants, She was naked except for gothic lolita socks. The crabs cause her snatch to itch.

She pulls over to the side to administer some special shampoo. She is ahead a lap, surely she has time.

@Bastard Samurai steals her hubcaps and completes a lap, catching up.

@Wendy Carter floors the accelerator. Since she is a woman driver, she rear ends @Bastard Samurai's monster low rider while being distracted from her phone.

"Shit!" she mumbled to herself. Future rules for monster truck rallys require the event to halt so that citations and insurance assesment. It looks like she was going to have to give yet another blowjob to get out of this ticket. This will be the 37th time this happened to her.. today. For you see she is a woman and therefore a bad Driver.

@Bastard Samurai gets out and contemplates waiving insurance liability in exchange for a blowjob from @Wendy Carter. No, resist, he mustn't get distracted by the nickel-wide gap in her front teeth. He needs the race to finish for the money.

As they trade insurance information, the lights of the arena dim. A dozen armed goons storm into the arena.

"Oh hell no I aint giving that many blowjobs."

Wendy folds her arms.

One of the armed goons replies "We are not here for you. We are not autinomous parking enforcement."

They muzzle their firearms at @Bastard Samurai.

"@Bastard Samurai," a different goon says, "You are under arrest fir the crime of being Mexican."

Wendy was confused. "Why are cops in the no-cop autisimous zone?"

@Bastard Samurai raises his hands, not resisting. "They're not cops you bitch, they're jerkops."

A blue sphere expands from nothing, tearing a hole in the side of @Wendy Carter's Big Black Combine. Wind energy pushes everyone back. Wendy cries to herself over the damage to her BBC. "My poor BBC" she whimpers. She was sad, she loved her BBC.

The sphere collapses. In its place was a Robot Frog. Its exterior was dented. Paint was scuffed. His servos whined as he stood up and assessed the situation: 12 jerkops, a spic, and a whore. Threat assessment algorithms flooded his neural net processor- a learning computer. Even in his condition, he could take on 12 jerkops.

He punches one jerkop in the face. The jerkop's face explodes. 2 more jerkops fire their AKs. Bullets mostly bounce off of him. One penetrates his exterior damaging some mechanical doodad or the other. His internal diagnostics run. "System integrity 29%, anal gland simulator damaged. Auto repair function damaged. Speech synthesizer network half operational" Not good, but he still had enough to finish.

Flaps in his shoulders opened up. Two canons emerged and shot vegemite sandwiches into the mouths of 4 jerkops. The flavor was so bad they shot themselves in the head to emd the suffering.

7 Jerkops remained. "Alright you fucking cane toad, were gonna stomp ya" A jerkop brandished a small knife."

"That's not a knife" @FroggyMan said as he pulled a 12 inch bowing knofe from his boots. "That's a knife." He evicerates the jerkop.

The remaining jerkops try to run away. @FroggyMan stretches their penises out and ties them up with their own stretched penis.

"You-u-r totally not a cop safety counc-" buzz "-eal with them."

He looks at @Bastard Samurai and @Wendy Carter, performing one final id scan. His diagnostic system warns him that his power management system is rerouting power from his damaged energy cells and limiting non essential functions. Speech synthesis was now at 14.88% capacity.

His degraded voice system processes for a momemt, then he says "Come in me if you want to live."

 

[Napoleon Bonerfart]

Chapter 46: I must pee into your mouth

200,000 angry spectators boo'ed and threw various bottles of beer and crack needles at the 3 figures in the center of the arena. @FroggyMan took a protective postion, covering @Bastard Samurai and @Wendy Carter from the barrage. The crowd became bored after a few minutes. A mass exodus from the coloseum commenced.

There were going to be plenty of Neo-Yelp reviews tonight.

By the time they left, a ten-foot high pool of bottles and needles filled the entire arena.

Froggy cleared some of the pile out of the way and released @Badtatd and Wendy from his protective embrace. @Wendy Carter was visibly dissappointed that Froggy's cum-servo-pump was malfunctioning and that she just gave an 20 minute blowjob for nothing. He scanned the debris.

"This will be more difficult now," he said, "we must find a trap door in the ground."

The three began trudging through the crack needles and bottles, feeling the ground for anything that resembled a trap door. Froggy's metal shell deflected the pricks if the needles. @Bastard Samurai and @Wendy Carter were pricked thousands of times and got high as fuck. The boost from the crack sped up their efforts. Wendy felt around and stopped when her hand sunk into a small ground void in front of her. She dug the small void away.

After about 20 minutes of crack inspired digging, a walkout with 3 steps leading down towards a steel door. Froggy analyzed the door. It was not a trap door, however the intel he obtained between time hops could have innacuracies. A deactivated and water-damaged keypad sat next to the door. No passcode was going to get them in. Froggy attempted to open the door by brute force. The locking bars, while weakened from years of rust, failed to yield.

"My motor subsystem is too low in power." He said.

@Bastard Samurai, being high as fuck from the crack, pulled the foot thick door off of its hinges. Then he began vomiting and convulsing, he passed out from crack overdose. He was not dead. Froggy pulled Bastard through the vaulted entrance for cover. He administered ass-to-mouth recessuitation until @Bastard Samurai recovered. By this time, Wendy had come down from her high.

Inside was a dessicated hallway with various rooms on each side. Froggyman shined a flashlight on the emd of his errect robot penis. @Bastard Samurai and @Wendy Carter followed Froggy to an lab. Froggy located a power socket in the wall of the lab and inserted his penis. Soft white LED lights flickered and the flooded the room with light. A computer monitor flickered on.

"My power cells are low. I can power this facility for 49 minutes. You must locate the main generator turn it on. Otherwise the jerkops will find you."

"Hold on," @Bastard Samurai stammerrd, "I want some answers!"

"You'll get answers after you turn on the power, faggot" Froggy replied.

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Ghost Cock paced frantically. It has been XXX years but it felt like YYY years. His whole world was green and small. His environment: black and greem. Diffracted in places. His regret for making a deal with Corbin Dallas Multipass. He regretted betraying Kiwi Deep Anus. This was his punishment, his personal hell.

He proceeded down to the back of the green temple's main chamber. On the altar were 6 monoliths, flat and 2 dimensional, though they gave the illusion of a 3 dimensional object inside. They were holograms, the same as this green prison. A hologram of the connorite temple that used to contain Corbin Dallas Multipass.

He had to choose. @bearycool gave him one day with any of the Kiwi Rangers every XXX years. Ghost Cock was immortal, the Kiwi Rangers were not. This suspended animation prolonged them. Evenually, though, they would age and die. Then it would just be him, alone forever, or until the heat death of the Universe.

Ghost Cock (@Eggplant) placed his finger in the gloryhole of @bearycool's hologram. The 2 dimensional monolith faded, revealing @bearycool.

"Father," pleaded @Eggplant, "Have I not atoned for my sins? Is this penitence enough."

@bearycool scratched his balls and replied. "My son, you have suffered plenty. There is only one gift I can give you and you reject it every XXX years."

"Father I have decided, this time, to accept your gift. Please, make me mortal. Give me a way out. I will grow old and die with the rest of you."

@bearycool, being the original designer of holpgraphic soul-traps, had godlike powers, however he could not render himself immortal because aome asshole subcontractor fucked some of the source code up. @Eggplant kneeled in submission.

""In order for me to make you mortal" @bearycool said, "I must pee into your mouth."

 

[Napoleon Bonerfart]

Chapter 47: Truckfest 47

@Bastard Samurai and @Wendy Carter reached a dead end. Froggy had given them a communicator to track their progress. It seems his directions were incorrect. "The map data I have is incorrect. You are standing were a control room should be. What do you see?"

@Bastard Samurai felt around the walls and also "accidentally" felt @Wendy Carter's breasts. And snatch. And penis. And feet. As he felt around on the floor more, he became aroused by @Wendy Carter's feet. This fogged his judgement. He was gonna have to nut if he wanted to keep going. His fingers, feeling around the cold cement floor, poked some loose cement away, revealing a small hole in the cement.

Well, a hole's a hole, he said to himself, and he began fucking the hole in the cement floor. He was close to nutting, when he heard a click. His dick was stuck in the hole. "Uhh hey I know we're short on time but Im gonna need you to he-"

The lights came on.

"Stay where you are," @FroggyMan said over the communicator "We don't want the power to turn off again. Your erection must have pushed on a control rod in buried nuclear reactor, starting the fission process. My memory banks have no information about why the reactor was buried."

Wendy chimed in with her stupid female opinion. "Somebody must have really wanted to hide it, that's for sure. It's a good thing the cement chipped in that spot."

@FroggyMan instructed again over the comms. "You are going to have to maintain that erection until I reach your location. Otherwise the control rod might go out of alignment. @Wendy Carter, you must help @Bastard Samurai maintain the erection. Do whatever it takes. Once my powercells charge up I will meet you. ETA is 4 hours and 7 minutes."

"Great, how am I supposed to maintain an erection that lasts longer than 4 hours?" @Bastard Samurai Lamented.

@Wendy Carter knew what she had to do, she was an expert in maintaining erections. She found a box of rubber gloves in one of the now illuminated labs and returned to Bastard. Before she began her work, @Bastard Samurai asked a question over the comms.

"Hey, by chance do you know how much radiation my dick is being exposed to?""

"Yes," @FroggyMan said over the comms, "and you don't want to know. Entering sleep mode for accelerated power cell rejuvination and system nano machine repairs. This will be my last communication until I am charged and repaired @FroggyMan out."

The comm went silent.

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In the past, the year XXXX, technicians became worried. No check-ins, no radio chatter, the green phone never rang. Dr. Nurse H. @CatParty took a readout from an ocsilloscope. Transverse-sigmoid levels were normal, perfect. Almost too perfect. There was no discernable reason why the timeholes weren't capable of returning any communications. Not even the usual heartbeat signal from the comms was being returned.

He paced back and forth, reading various displays and gauges, marking numbers on his clipboard. @CatParty needed to solve this. If he didn't, he would have to work overtime. And he would miss Truckathon XXXX. He has attended every Truckathon for the last 17 years. This would be the big 18. His window for attending closed with every passing second.

Frustrated, he punched a lab technician in the face. The technician fell over, unconscious. 17 unconscious technicians lay strewn around the lab. He notified the supply depot to send for more technicians. With German-like effeciency, a zamboni moves through the lab, cleaning the floor of passed out technicians.

A forklift dropped off 12 more technicians. It didn't matter now, though, he missed Truckfest. There was no point in doing his job, let alone living anymore. Might as well quit and throw himself into the grand canyon.

He walked into the supervisor's office. Supervisor Boss F. @Harnessed Carcass was busy reading yhe funny papers and smoking a stogie. His hairy, fat arms folded the newspaper. He takes the stogie out of his mouth. "What is it?"

"Sir, I quit." @CatParty replied.

Carcass' raspy voice retorted "Why u wanna quit youre doing great science and shit. Don't tell ne those Kengle fuckwits at Tech Onion gave you a better offer."

"No, sir." @CatParty took a moment to compose himself. "I am quitting so I can go to the Grand Canyon and kill myself."

@Harnassed Carcass stood up, his loose suspeders suddenly tightening from his girh. He slammed his hands on his deck and pointed at @Catpart.

"Now you listen here you little shit if you commit suicide I'mma fuckin' kill ya I made you what you are I gave you a shot when nobody else would and this is how you repay me you little fucking ingrate Nobody in this town sciences better than Kiwi Deep Anus NOBODY! If you don't match back in therr and start sciencing roght now I'mma rip your fucking balls off and feed them to your dead mother do you hear me punk YOU ARE NOTHING your life is mine and you will only die when I say you can die!
...

I didn't suck dick in trenches of Vietnam for someone like you to come along and just up and quit when they can't see their stupid car crashes."

The last line sent @CatParty over edge.

"It's not stupid. IT'S GODDAMN TRUCKFEST!"

@CatParty flew into a rage, pummeling @Harnessed Carcass into a carcass. Blood and spleens flew in all directions sticking to a wall. @Harnessed Carcass had at least 30 spleens. By the time he was finished, all that remained was a pile of bone dist, mised with blood and liquified organs, and two more spleens."

This changed everything. The chain of command was very clear. The supervisor dies or quits, he becomes supervisor. All other ranking Kiwis were off on some mission. He was in charge. He would never have to miss Truckfest again. He would... turn Deep Anus into a monster truck arena.

@CatParty marched triumphantly back to the lab. He was going to inform the technicians to start excavation at once. Deep Anus was shifting its business model. A technician greets him before he can make the announcement.

"Sir." the technician says, "Somethimg came through the time hole." He hands @CatParty a small holofilm reel.

No. Fuck no! Catparty thought to himself. I @bearycool is in there, he could come out and ruin @CatParty's new plans. He couldn't destroy the holofilm either. Only @bearycool possessed that knowledge. But, perhaps he could make it go away by other means.

He took an elevator to the underground reactor. A large sphere with control rods placed into it stood on a column, surrounded by ladders and catwalks. @CatParty winds his arm and tosses thr holofim into the reactor's central cavity. Now that faggot ain't stopping him.

He orders the technicians to evacuate Deep Anus immediately and start filling the reactor. Cover it all. Instead of excavating downward, @CatParty Arena would sit above ground.