Crisis of Two Hearts:

A CWC Sweetheart Story

by ForceWave

Christine lays in her bed, Sonichu medallion in tow, not knowing where to proceed.

"I've done all that I could…", she tells herself.

Christine had put her all into achieving her goals, draining her energy that lesser people would've used on things such as "getting a job."

Efforts that may prove futile, ultimately.

"How has the Merge not happened yet?"

The Dimensional Merge, retroactively foretold by the Anchuent Prophecy, promised the union of two worlds; that of Christine's own world, 1218, and the world of imagination and OCs, C-197. Upon completion, the people of 1218 will merge with their fictional, idealized selves from C-1218, and will be able to interact with their original creations… such as Christine's own Sonichu.

"Oh, Sonichu", she thought, as she recalled how she drew a picture of herself with her electric hedgehog friend… as she violently penetrated his innocence.

"AUUUGGGH!!!", Sonichu shouted, tears dripping down his furry cheek. "FATHER! WHY!"

Wet clapping sounds can be heard as Christine (of C-197) dives her duck in, and out, in, and out, of his furry yellow creation's anus.

"This hurts me worse, my son!", she tried to convince himself, unwilling to admit that she's been craving male hedgehog ass since the day he was conceived in the chaotic rainbow.

"But destiny called us to make this baby!"

In, and out, in, and out, wet clapping of flesh on fur.

"Our next CPU, our Crystal Rosechu…!"

Then, the deed was completed.

"AHHH!!!!!"

Christine pulled her bent duck out of Sonichu's anus. Sonichu fainted, his mind not able to cope with the horrors that his father inflicted upon him. Christine noticed white goo pouring out of Sonichu's asshole.

"Oh no! I mustn't waste my potential children!"

Quickly, Christine lifted up her yellow child's lightning bolt tail, and poured a bottle of Fanta between Sonichu's ass-cheeks. She began using his tongue to clean up the overflow.

The pen (or rather, crayon) became flesh, in C-197, for Christine was a goddess who wielded control over her dominion of CWCville. What she had done to Sonichu on paper, cannot be undone in the fictional world she controlled.

"I sacrificed the innocence of my loving, loyal creation, all for the sake of Crystal… but it may have all been for nothing… I'm sorry Sonichu.."

Just then, he heard a knock on his door…

"Come in…"

Chris heard a creeeaaak, followed by the dongs and scrunches of empty coke bottles and McDonalds bags full of garbage pouring through the opening of the door, into her room. Christine had expected it to be his mother, asking if his recent eBay listing of a blanket for 200 went through. She didn't have the heart to tell her that her eBay account was shut down by jerkops who accused him of petty things like "failure to ship items."

But the voice he heard instead was quite surprising.

"Chris?"

Christine lazily moved her head toward the doorway. That falsetto accent was oddly familiar to him, but he was so exhausted from her work on the Dimensional Merge to muster up the energy to sit up for her guest.

Through the door frame, she saw what appeared to be a slender looking male in his mid-20s, wearing a blue dress and a brunette wig.

"Chris it's me… Julie…"

Christine's torso flopped up in surprise.

"Julie" was once Christine's biggest sweethearts. They had spent hours on the phone, wrapping her fingers around her duck, until she finally released their navy all over her chubby hand. As a preview for what their eventual union would be like, Christine had even filmed a video of herself ducking an anime blow-up doll, for Julie's eyes only.

Christine loved Julie so much, that she drove to Ohio when she thought Julie was in trouble… only to find that it was a prank by the trolls.

However, Julie turned out to be nothing more than an imposter; she was actually a 13 year old named "Bluespike." This boy had recorded all of their intimate moments together, and threatened to call the caps on him.

"Wh… what?"

The person calling themselves "Julie" sat next to Chris while saying, "I know, I know. I did such terrible things to you all those years ago. But during those years…", she paused, trying to piece together the right works to convey her feelings, "I… I looked back on what I did, how I impersonated a woman in order to hurt you, and realized…"

She moves her hand to grasp Christine's. "I liked being Julie."

Christine couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Julie, I… I can't believe what you're saying." He removed his hand from her grasp and turned away from her.

Julie's hands clasped Christine's shoulders, as if clinging on to his affection. "Oh Chris, I'm so sorry. I was a stupid 13 year old. I didn't understand myself back then. If I had a time machine, I would've stopped myself from doing what I did."

Christine began to turn back around to Julie.

"You mean it?"

"Yes, Chris", Julie pulled in Christine for a hug, her boobs pressing up against Julie's flat chest.

Christine had never felt the warmth of another woman that he hadn't either harassed or paid for. It felt… nice. Different from the chilly, air-filled plastic that she was accustomed with making love to.

Julie pressed up her index finger below Christine's stubbled chin, and raised it towards her face. "And you know", she said seductively, "watching those videos you sent me… made me excited."

She drew her face closer to Christine's lips until they locked together. Their tongues tasted each other like lightsabers in a duel. Yet there was no malice or hatred between these two old foes. They were lost, fractured souls who finally found their other half.

Julie moves her hand down to Christine's pants and pulls them down. From there, a shallow tent formed in Christine's underwear. Christine and Julie unlocked their lips just long enough for them to remove their shirts and bras, huffing and puffing, and then resumed caressing their partner's lips with their own.

Julie moved down to Christine's crotch, caressing the fabric of his underwear with her face. Finally, she unleashed the 165 degree angled beast from its fabric tomb, only to house it in her wet vocal tomb.

"Oooooh…" Christine moaned. "Julie… it's so… oh!... good to have you… baaaAAck!"

It was difficult for Julie to encircle the tip of Christine's duck with her tongue, due to the fact that his duck was angled away from her tongue.

Nevertheless, she persisted.

"Oh Chris," Julie said, her mouth full of bent cock. "I want to recycle your navy inside me."

Christine breathed in heavily as Julie brought him over the edge, breathing in deeply and exhaling with "hooooo" with a long o, like "hoe", but not in a derogatory sense.

"Hoooo… :breathes: Hoooo…. :breathes: HOOOOOOOOO!!!! JUUUUULLLAAAAAAYYYYY!!!!"

Christine came minutes after Julie began fallating her duck. Fluid ounces of navy began squirting off to the side of her mouth. It tasted of dirty socks and wet dog, yet Julie slushed it around her mouth, as if it were liquid gold.

Julie looked up at Christine, with eyes full of love and a grin laced with semen. "What did you think?", she asked, proudly.

Christine kept moaning, her fat mouth agape at having his cummeuppance. "Ooooh that was fuckin' awesome!"

Julie rose up to lock eyes with Christine, face to face. She opened up her blue jacket and picked up her hidden Fanta bottle.

"Wanna 'recycle'?", Julie said, with a daring smirk.

Christine noticed that Julie's bottom jaw was still pooled with navy. Julie opened the Fanta and gulped some of it… but she didn't gulp it down. She simply swished the Fanta and navy in her mouth. Julie's cheeks expanded like a blowfish.

Christine couldn't believe how dirty Julie became… it charged up her electric love energy. She opened her mouth and pointed both fingers towards her opening.

Julie jumped her puckered lips towards Christine's, pouring her Fanta seed into Christine's mouth. The excesses of orange liquid and spunk poured out of the side of their mouths, staining Christine's red and blue classic.

Slurp, and pant. Pant, and slurp.

Julie ran out of Navy Fanta to pour into Christine's oral recycle bin. She poured herself onto Christine, as they both lay back in an embrace. Julie's cheek could feel the orange gunk stains already starting to dry up against Christine's classic dress.

"I love you", she told her.

"I love you too", she expected to hear, but instead, she only heard deep, gutterel snores, as Christine's breathing raised and lowered Julie's head.

Julie closed her eyes, thinking "maybe in the morning", and went back to sleep…

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As Christine's eyes peered open, she noticed a radiant glow bleeding through the curtains of her room. Curious, she shoved Julie off of her chest, kicked away her box of Legos that was in the way, and slid the drapes open, and looked up at the sky.

When, what to her wandering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer… With a little old Driver, shooting rockets toward incoming Decepticons and TIE Fighters, she knew in a moment, it must be the Merge!

"Julie! Come here! Look outside!"

Julie wiped her tired eyes and asked, half-consciously, "what is it, Chris?"

"You'll never believe it! It happened! It happened!"

Julie moved her way to Christine's side, struck with awe at what she saw; a bright, Art Deco city of the future, capped off with a golden sphere atop one of the larger buildings, with streaks of red and blue sipping around; a giant, bipedal lizard, fighting an anti-kaijuu mech; a spooky mid-western town, covered by a thick fog.

Up in the sky, she saw an orbital satellite watchtower, as well as a small moon… only, that's no moon.

"My god…", Julie gasped, "...the Dimensional Merge! It actually happened"

"That's right!", said a mysterious man in a loose, orange three-piece suit, a stubble'd beard, and a Fashy haircut.

"Who the hell are you?", Julie asked.

"Why," said the strange man, "my name is Nathen Mazarie! I'm the co-founded of GarfieldEATS, the world's first Entergagement restaurant and mobile app!"

"Oooh, I love Garfield!", Christine explained.

"Ow!", Nathan said, trying to retain his composure, as a large, fat cat orange cat with black stripes, clawed its way up Nathen's back and onto his shoulder.

"Why, thank you!", said the cat, without opening its mouth.

"But how did this happen?", Julie asked Nathen.

"Well you see," Nathen said, trying to retain his balance from having a fat fucking cat clawed on his now bleeding shoulder, "it's all about the Anchuent Prophecy!"

"The Anchuent Prophecy?", said Christine, "but how?"

"Well, you see, according to The Finer Print of the Anchuent Prophecy, it foretells;

'In the time of our Father's greatest despair, there shall come a sweetheart, who would mix our Father's love with her orange nectar, incubate them in her mouth so pure, and pour it back into our Father. Through this union of juices and vessels, will ultimate balance in two worlds be restored.'

"So you see," Nathen continued, "when Julie mixed your semen with Fanta in her mouth, then poured it inside of you, that fulfilled the prophecy of the Dimensional Merge!"

"Oooooh," Christine exclaimed, "Of course! I remember that now!", she lied.

Julie held Christine in triumph, knowing that their dreams have come true.

Christine felt a vibration besides his feet; he realized that his pants were still down, his bare, bent cock exposed to the chill of the window. He bent over and answered it.

"Hello?"

"Chris!", a female voice exclaimed. "Come over to the CWCville hospital! It's time!"

"...Is this Rosechu?"

"Of course it is! Now come on! Sonichu is about to give birth!"

Christine was stunned. "Give… birth?"

"Yes! To Crystal!"

Tears welled up in Christine's saggy eyes. "You mean…"

"Yup! Your rape of my boyfriend has finally born fruit! Now hurry up! Use your Sonichu powers to get over here!"

The call ended.

"Yo, congrats!", Nathen said. "When you deliver the butt baby, make sure to come over to GarfieldEATS! You'll all get a free Garfield-shaped pizza on us!"

"Julie, hold my hand!", Christine says.

"Ok…"

As Christine and Julie joined hands, Christine used her free hand to press her newly christened Sonichu medallion.

A flash of light blinded Nathen Mazarie and his feline friend. Then, suddenly, they were knocked back by a bolt of lightning!

Christine now appeared as a dark blue cartoon hedgehog with an electric tail. Julie looked similar, but shorter, with a more curvy figure, and light blue fur.

"C'mon, Julie! Let's go watch Crystal come out of Sonichu's ass!"

They both jumped through the window, smiling and running towards the brave new world that their love has created.

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Nathen woke up from his electrified slumber. His face was covered in soot, and his orange three piece suit was in tatters from the electric shock.

"Well, that was very Electrogaging!"

"Mrrrrow…"

Nathen turned around and found, on the ground, a furry orange blob, sleeping after being zapped by Christine's electric transformation.

"...Garf?", Nathen asked with concern.

The orange cat slowly got itself back on its feet, slowly turning around to face Nathen…

Nathen was stunned, as he saw bolts of lightning sparking around its whiskers.

"Nathen…", the orange cat said.

Suddenly, the orange cat raised its tail, now shaped like a lightning bolt.

"I… I think I've changed…"

The ground surrounding the cat erupted in electric fury. Nathen used his arm to cover his face from the wind.

As the dust settled, it revealed the ultimate life-form; a new breed of electric hedgehog Pokémon.

Nathen couldn't believe his eyes. "Wow… this will be great for my business! We'll be able to cook Garfield shaped pizzas in no time!"

With a determined point of his index finger, Nathen shouted;

"Go, Garfchu! Go out and zap to the extreme!"

The cat, now christened "Garfchu", gave Nathen a big feline smile, turned towards his destination of GarfeildEATS' CWCville location, and said…

"...I will! Thank you, Nathen Mazarie…"

THE END