The Tryst of Spring

Once upon a time in the land of Coitus Interropolis, there lived a fair maiden by the name Torah. Torah lived in a small cottage with her parents and her twin sisters Krystal and Dimples. The family was not very wealthy, and had to work as sharecroppers to get by. The particular plantation the family worked at was renowned for farming ass. All day in the fields, the family would work and work, farming ass from sun up to sun down. Unfortunately, when Torah was 7 years old, she lost her arms and legs in an ass farming accident. She was unable to work, and thus was a constant strain on the family. Torah was just another mouth to feed for them, and eventually became too much of a burden.

When she was 16, Torah was led out into a field by her father and given an ultimatum. If she had not farmed 7 bushels of ass by sunrise the next day, she would be disowned and left out on her own. Upon hearing this, Torah began to cry. “How can I farm that much ass in a matter of hours?” she said. “I have no limbs to work with!” Torah’s father, however, had no sympathy to give. After all, how can a man be expected to provide for a daughter who couldn’t farm ass?

So Torah lay crying in the field for hours, all alone with no means to farm ass. All of a sudden, a large man appeared out of the dark, between the bushels of ass. Torah momentarily paused her weeping, transfixed by the man’s voluptuous appearance. Torah guessed he was between 300 and 400 pounds, and 6’9’’. He was clothed in nothing but a thin loincloth that subtly revealed the contours of his man sausage. It was this point that drew Torah’s gaze, as the size of the bratwurst could not compare to any she had seen before. To say it was monstrous would be an understatement. The sheer size of the noodle would render an entire country paralyzed with fascination if it were to be revealed. Eventually, Torah’s curiosity and lust got the better of her, and she began to worm her way towards the magnificent manhood. The man expected this however, as it’s a normal reaction one would have when confronted by a phalice of this sort. He jumped back before the torso reached its intended target, and as he jumped, the dongle of destiny swayed to and fro, like a metronome, further transfixing the young girl.

With a great bellow, the large man exclaimed “I am The Donger, I speak for the dongs!” You see, The Donger heard Torah’s cries, and followed his womb raider to the location to see what was up. When The Donger asked Torah why she was crying. Upon hearing her sad tale, The Donger got a mischievous look in his eyes. He replied “I can farm ass for you tonight on one condition.” Torah agreed of course, without asking what the condition was.

All night The Donger worked, farming ass upon ass. No one has ever farmed ass with the speed and gusto this man possesses. When morning came, 40 bushels of ass had been farmed, The Donger looked around and, pleased with his work, whispered the terms of the agreement in Torah’s ear. Instantly, Torah lost all color in her face, and tried begging for The Donger to reconsider. He simply vanished with a laugh and a sly grin on his face, leaving Torah to her own devices.

Soon, Torah’s father came, and, upon seeing all of the ass bushels, took Torah back home as per their agreement. Torah was never the same again after that night, becoming much more reserved, never saying more than greetings and farewells. The family welcomed her newfound sense of quiet, as it meant they could focus more on ass farming. Krystal, however, was the kind of girl who always wanted to know everything. She set out to discover the origin of Torah’s transformation, resolved to go as far as it took to find the truth.

Upon entering the scene, Krystal was confronted with an image that shall never leave her mind. Her limbless sister lie on her bed, surrounded by multiple individuals whose hips were gyrating round and round, over and over. Shouts of “Bring it arooooound toooown” filled her ears, and as she tried to run, she tripped over the rug. Struggling to her feet, Krystal made it out and ran to her room, where she spent the remaining of her restless night.

For the next two years, neither Krystal nor Torah spoke of the events that took place that fateful night. Then on an unspecified Wednesday afternoon, there was a knock on the door. When the father opened it, it was The Donger, who hadn’t changed at all since the night of reckoning. The Donger walked in the house, ignoring everyone, and sat down at the table. Immediately, The Donger whipped out his Womb Broom, and put it on the table. The intention was crystal clear to the family. The time had come for a daughter to be married off to the legendary Donger.

In Coitus Interropolis, there was one way this was done. The Donger farmed ass until he was satisfied. The father brought down Krystal and Dimples, who were lined up and stripped. The Donger than proceeded to farm ass. He farmed ass for four hours straight, enough to satisfy his meat stick. When he had finished, the two girls were dead, having been farmed to death. The Donger than shouted “WHERE IS THE LIMBLESS ONE?”

The father, who had a special love for Torah, was hesitant to offer up Torah for marriage. He started to stutter and offer up an excuse when Torah rolled into the room. She was crying, as she knew it was time to make good on the agreement her and The Donger made all those years ago. Torah knew what awaited her, and had prepared for this day. Over the past two years, she had employed the services of every male in the kingdom in hopes of widening her butt hole. Torah was ready. The Donger charged over to Torah and threw her over the table. What ensued was spoken about for generations upon generations. The Donger, with his eldritch dick, spent twenty four hours ramming the limbless girl, and when he was finished, the girl lived. It was with great surprise The Donger left that day, as he had never before encountered one who could take ass farming like Torah.

There was no marriage ceremony, and no honeymoon. The Donger didn’t roll that way. Instead they had a quiet dinner and cuddled on the sofa all week, getting up only for food and drink. They are married even to this day, and happily live in a large manor. Sometimes Torah misses the ass farming life. The endless days of doing nothing but farming ass, sunrise to sunset. But her ass farming days are over, thanks to the might of The Donger and his titanium timber. Since the marriage, Torah would often tell The Donger how grateful she was for saving her from a life of sharecropping ass farms. This was always accompanied by a sultry wink, followed by a wriggling towards the Rod of Redemption. Because farming sucks literal ass.