A very lusty laithoon,

One humid, sunny day Laithoon and Abyss were sparring together. They could feel themselves oozing shiny sweat as the sunlight caressed their scantily clad bodies. Laith looked at abyss and noticed how piecing his eyes were, they seemed to suck him into a world of bliss and calm. As he nimbly ducked and dodged around abyss's swings laithoon could do nothing but stare into those blissful eyes, which seemed to shine brighter even than the harsh sun above them, and he yearned to stare into them for eternity and be enveloped in abyss's tender embrace.

As abyss spun around like a punch throwing tornado he couldn't help but notice how well defined laithoon's glistening, slender body was, shining like a jewel. With each grunt of exhaustion he roared abyss felt his lust for this flexuous muse grow until he could uphold this illusion of indifference no longer. His moist lips parted shyly and he said
"do you mind if I change the mod into something more comfortable?"

Laithoon, who was still starring into abyss's eyes, could hardly believe it. He was so surprised at Abyss's transformation from rage fuelled fighter to friendly conversation partner that he lost balance and fell forward onto his hands and knees.
"y-y-y-yes, I would l-love to get more comfortable"

As Abyss changed the mod to steelpackage.tbm, he looked up and before him saw laithoon's perky supernova-force ass. He felt the aforementioned steel package materialise between his legs... Cold and Hard.

Laithoon, exhausted and disoriented from the mod change, turned his head to once more gain strength from those perfect eyes. However, this time something was different, he saw the glint of intention in Abyss's eyes and, just before his petite frame was pounced on, screamed;
"Be Gentle I'm Delicate."

But it was too late for that now, Abyss wanted to Force-Uke (Get it? Fuked? I can't do good puns, I am sorry.) that little mischievous kitten of an IT worker more than anything since his ambitions of being a GM thwarted. And this time he didn't intend to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

To put it politely little Laithoon felt the prod of a very hungry caterpillar trying to enter his less than loose nether-regions. There was little success despite the excess of sweat. Abyss noobclapped around Laith's fragile neck and grabbed. Using this grip he was able to force his rock solid train into laith's wet tunnel... It turned out to be a freight train. As Abyss's troop continued to push forward into Laithoons territory any resistance was met with overpowering brute force. Laithoon felt like he was a balloon being blown up behind its limits and he was afraid he would burst with the internal pressure, but the snake continued to weave through the bogland.

Eventually a problem presented itself as Abyss reached the S-bend at the end of the large intestine know as the Sigmoid Colon. Abyss grunted once and then whispered, "extend you lumbar baby"
Laith frowned with great concern and replied,
"I think I might have invalid parameters."
But as Laith wiggled around, Abyss; grabbing onto the sexy textural cat ears on Laithoon's head, was able to squeeze his battering ram through the final drawbridge and, at an extreme angle, progress along the abdominal wall until the tip nuzzled comfortably into the splenic flexure like a church bell in an incredible tall, dark and thin tower with no windows and an overpowering smell of sht.

Laithoon, along with great pain and a strange feeling of arousal, felt an incredible need to poop, but as he tried he realised he had mistaken Abyss's Black Mamba Snake for his own dirty excrement and that all he was doing was giving Abyss a much appreciated dick massage.

"We need to go deeper" Abyss growled.
"I'm giving it all she's got captain, she can not take any more!" Laith replied in a strong Scottish accent.

there was a pause and then Laithoon heard Abyss say, in a voice barely louder than a whisper,
"Self grab your knees and turn dismemberment to more than 8000."
"But that's insane! You know what you ask of me is too much!" Laithoon screamed.
"Don't make me de-op you, whore!"

So, which a whimper, Laithoon typed /set dt 8001 and grabbed his knees. Suddenly his normally well defined red and blue body seemed to turn into jelly. Laithoon was bent double sideways at an impossible angle as Abyss's Exogorth continued to progress through Laithoon's asteroid. Abyss advanced further through the digestive tract eventually reaching the cecum at the far end of the large intestine.
"I think I've fractured my left glute" Laithoon complains, his body even more twisted than Augans' signature message. But Abyss is no longer listening, so possessed is he by his lust. His play putty squeezes through the novelty star shaped plastic shaping mould (you know the things I am talking about right, they can be used to make play dough into fun and hilarious shapes or, equally, as sex toys for sadomascicists). Except that this shaping mould was not made of plastic, it was made out of his Terminal Ileum as well as a great deal of agony.

Laithoon starts blacking out as Abyss's gigantic "Augan" presses against his diaphragm inhibiting his brains oxygen supply

(This was written by protonitron the greatest fan fic writer ever)