Green Hoods Fan Fiction section!

Here I start the assortment of Greenhoods fan-fiction!
How this will work, is I will start the first chapter of the fan-fiction novel: 50 Shades of Green.
The next poster will continue the chapter, and so on till it ends, then someone can start the next chapter.
Shall we begin?

Chapter 1: A Ruff Encounter.

Grimpaw thrust open the door, which slammed against the wall in the Lionpride inn. It was pouring outside, but the only ones inside the inn were the barkeep, a few courtiers, and the person Grimpaw was looking for. Grimpaw lurched across the common room to the table in the far corner, where the warlock Magistrate was seated. "Thought you could get away did you now?" Grimpaw scowled at the warlock. "Wha-what? Grimpaw! I didn't expect you so soon- I.." Magistrate's attention was drawn to the large bulge in the mage's robe. "Tha-that bulge? You found the [Twig of the World Tree] after all?" Magistrate stammered, with a blush. "No, it wasn't there, like you said it would be." Grimpaw grimaced. "Oh then what is that.." A mischievous grin stretched across Grimpaw's muzzle, as the warlock gasped in realization of what was concealed within his garments. A flash of lightning shone through the windows, silhouetting Grimpaw's large form. "Everyone, get out of here, now." the mage bellowed. The courtiers left immediately, in which Grimpaw flicked a gold piece to the innkeep, who withdrew from the room with a nod. "I.. what do you want with me?" Magistrate stammered, standing up from the table, and taking a step back. "Oh you know damn well what I want, don't think it takes a bitch to sate my needs." Grimpaw grabbed Magistrate on the arms and yanked her towards him, her large, firm breasts squishing up against the worgen's broad chest, the thin cloth garments of the mage and warlock hardly impeding any feelings through the fabrics. "No.. please.." Magistrate pleaded, as the cloth fell away from her face, revealing her soft, red lips...

To be continued by the next poster

As the couriers scuttled from Lionpride a fair wagon carrying the local priest passed by, "Stop the cart!" shouted brave SirRobbin. He hasn't seen the supple flesh of a youthful boy in some time... "You there! Courier!" The young boy didn't even stop to look at who was shouting... It was as if he already knew... He pressed on. The devilish priest levitated the boy toward him. In some spots more than others. Robin spoke softly... menacingly "Come. Here. Often?" The young boy retorted with a swift "Enough of you!" Robin shouted, and proceeded to hurl him across thine minimap. "I need not a boy... Rather... A MAN." Robin burst out of his chariot and stormed into Lionpride. The door slammed, interrupting Grimpaw's bulge. "YOU DARE CHALLENGE THINE BULGE!?!?!" Grimpaw, clutching Magistrate's throat in his claw's. "Challenge? Ha. hahaha. hahahahaha" SirRobbin then unlatched the belt that held his Robes together. Erupting massive beams of holy light, blinding any known thing that was not worthly. Only to reveal his massive "Gwreaawwaraaa!!!" Howled Grimpaw, blinded in defeat, he released Magistrate rushing to claw at his new pale eyes. he transformed from man to beast and back again, but there was no use... the damage was done... Magistrate crawled behind the bar, looking for any escape. little did she know SirRobbin's shadowfiend was lurking beneath the floorboards the entire time. It's tendrils caressed and restrained her, making it some weird awkward tentacle porn She was rendered useless. Only awaiting the thought's of the next poster...

To be continued...

... Leaning forward, Grimpaw promptly inserted his tongue into her mouth. Wrapping tongues with hers Grimpaw slowly slid his paw from the Magistrate's perky tit to her glistening second pair of lips. "You keep pleading for me to stop, yet you keep asking for more down here." Grimpaw whispered into her ear.
"I'll do anything! Please stop." She begged.
Pulling down the Magistrate's undergarment Grimpaw stuffed it into her mouth as a makeshift gag. "I like this better. Don't you?" She shivered with pleasure as Grimpaw probed into her. Her muffled screams of ecstacy had Grimpaw in mad furry of excitement. Sticking his long Worgen finger further into her depths Grimpaw threw her to the cold floor. "Oh my! what is this?" Sprawled on the floor blood trickled from between the Magistrate's legs. Pulling the gag from her mouth she muttered "I wa-was... saving myself . For someone that i would fall in love with."
"Your bodies mine. No man will touch you when I am finnished." Unbuckling his belt his gaze was locked with hers. To afraid to look away she...

The Magistrate, pretending be taken in by Grimpaw's clumsy attempt at rape, and having successfully lulled the fool into a false sense of security, now slowly reached into her boot for the carefully concealed blade she carried there. With Grimpaw gaze transfixed on what he believed would be his prize, and now blinded by lust, he failed to see the knife slowing rising up her leg, now moving nearer and nearer to the rapist's throat. Then, with a sudden trust of her hand, the blade smashed through Grimpaw's lower jaw, and upwards, penetrating his brain and rendering him most dead. His expression in death was one of fixed surprise. The Magistrate withdrew the weapon from his body, wiped the blood dripping from it on what was once his "bulge", and spat on his corps as she kicked his body aside.
With the pervert rendered dead the Magistrate turned her attention to Sir Robbin's shadowfiend, which was still lurking beneath the floorboards behind the bar, and which she had previously been barely able to escape. With knife in hand and a gut full of fixed resolve, the Magistrate slowly walked toward the bar, whispering "Now let's finish this."

Well, umm.. I can tell you guys don't really understand the concept of this fan fiction. It's not supposed to pedophilia and and budding in random characters to rape, and by no means should you kill characters >.<. I'll kill characters respectfully, don't worry. But this is supposed to be about sexual fantasies, not justice.

Further noting, they were "courtiers" not "couriers". Also, you don't have to say "the Magistrate" that is purely her name, not a title.

Since I've got shit to work with, here goes finishing and closing this chapter...

Magistrate slowly approached the bar, stopping suddenly as the noises cease. She gets closer to the bar, beginning to channel a readied [Chaos Bolt] in her hand. The warlock leaned over the bar, to be suddenly grasped from behind and slammed against the bar, the cast fading, and her grip on the dagger in her other hand being lost. She was held fast against it, but could twist enough around to see Grimpaw holding her there! "Wha- how did you?.." "Silly, I found a [Soulstone] amongst your robes." struggling against Grimpaw's grip, she failed to notice SirRobbin rising up from behind the bar. "Truce, mage?" The priest asked cautiously. "Yes of course, why don't you share this conquest with me, friend?" Magistrates eyes grew wide. "What! No! You can't, let me go you-" She was cut off as SirRobbin crammed his penis into her mouth. "Oh this is fantastic." SirRobbin sighed. "Oh, I can imagine." Grimpaw replied, pulling out his 10 inch wolf-sausage and pressing it against Magistrates lower lips. The warlock struggled against the pressure, but Grimpaw slid himself all the way he could, meeting the end 2 inches short. "When I'm done I'll be able to sheath this all the way." The mage cackled as he began thrusting vigorously. Magistrate let loose a muffled scream, as her eyes began to fill with tears. SirRobbin slipped what remained of her robes that covered her breasts, which flopped over the other side of the bar and swayed with the movement of Grimpaw's thrusts. "I call the back door when I'm done here." The priest said as he rammed himself into the warlock's mouth. Magistrate, gagging, suddenly bit down on SirRobbin. "YEOWTCH! You cunt!!" SirRobin exclaimed as he pulled himself out of her mouth. Magistrate got her chance, and emitted a [Howl of Terror], causing the mage and priest to suddenly become filled with fear. As they cowered away, the warlock composed herself, and began to transform. The [Metamorphosis] completed, revealing Magistrate now as a large demon, dark and fel, and hefting a large, foot long penis between it's legs. "You should have let me go when I asked." the demon bellowed, as it turned to Grimpaw, huddling on the floor. "No! NO! Please, Magistrate, anything but.. NO!!" The mage saw nothing resembling the warlock in the cold eyes of the demon. The demon lifted up Grimpaw off the ground, twisted him around, and thrust it's cock deep into the mage's bowels. The mage howled a terrible shriek as his anal virginity was being taken. SirRobbin overcame his fear, and came to his senses, and stood up, seeing what was going on, he made his way for the door. "Don't think I forgot you, priest." The demon said in a deep voice, casting a glance in his direction. A firm hand grabbed hold of both his arms, catching the priest in surprise. "Where are your friends?" Came the deep voice of a doom guard, as it laid him on top of one of the tables. "No! Not again!" SirRobbin screamed as the fel guard entered his anal cavity.
What seemed liked hours later, Grimpaw and SirRobbin lay on the floor of the inn. Grimpaw shaking and holding himself, SirRobbin staring at seemingly nothing. "Hmm, well, that wasn't so bad after all, was it?" Magistrate said, licking a bit of cum from her lips, and wrapping a robe around her naked body. "Oh come now, you two will get over it." She said as she began to leave the inn. "Oh, and I almost forgot, Warufum wanted us to meet him in Tanaris, something about a guild war?"

And thus is the end of Chapter 1.

I will start the next chapter soon, It's going to be gay, and the gay shit I did here has already made me a bit sick to my stomach.

I'm sorry this chapter has taken so long to come out! I've been busy with school and masturbating. The continuation of this was brought to my attention by a friend (I'll fucking kill you) so I felt compelled to get this chugging along. So here the sexual and adventurous story of the Green Hoods. (Only the officers for some peculiar reason *shrug* maybe some of you corps men need to do some shit to get recognized!!)

Chapter 2: A Divine Storm, An Unholy Reckoning

It was stuffy inside the woolen tent. Hoolygoo lay asleep on the cot at the far end of the tend, his wounds were wrapped in [Linen Cloth]. The druid, Midnighdruid, stood sentinel over his sleeping comrade. So peaceful in sleep, for such an ecstatic person, Midnighdruid thought to himself. And to survive such grievous wounds, it takes more than divinity to do that. The lone druid lay his hand on the paladin's softly rising chest, and closed his eyes, channeling another [Regrowth]. Hoolygoo's breathing became less ragged and more steady. He should be completely recovered after a bit of rest. The druid mused to himself. He ran his hand down along the paladin's chest, rippling with such muscles, and scars from past battles. He caressed his hand on one of his nipples, and pulled his hand away, shaking his head with a grim expression. I'd think not. The druid turned slowly, before he stepped away from the cot, the paladin caught his wrist. Midnighdruid turned back to Hoolygoo. His eyes were wide open now. "So it is done?" The paladin inquired. "Yes, and you came out alive, just barely, like you always do. You need to be more careful, friend." The night elf blinked, and smiled at his guild-mate. "I've been telling you all these years, I'm a beast of a tank." Hoolygoo grinned his mischievous smile. "Rightly so, but I don't know If I can keep healing you back to health like I always do, one day the light will be the only thing holding your body together." The druid replied gloomily. Hoolygoo's expression sobered "Oh, I suppose you're right.." The paladin's grip tightened on Midnighdruid's wrist. "I.. I am really thankful that you're here, with me, without you I don't think I'd be able to do what I do.. I.." He looked across the tent. "I feel a stronger bond of friendship to you.. I feel.. I feel.." "Like you can't live without me?" Midnighdruid finished for him. Hoolygoo looked back to the druid, tears welling in his eyes. "..Yes... and that.. that I need you to be more than just a friend.." The paladin looked down, feeling he might have said to much. Midnighdruid broke the paladin's grip on his wrist... to take his hand in his own. "I've been wanting to hear those words since I first met you, for that Deadmines contract." The druid leaned in to the paladin, and kissed him on the lips. The paladin seemed stunned at first, and then wrapped his arms around the night elf, who promptly got on top of him on the cot. They ran their hands along each others bodies, caressing each other. They kissed each other, their lips, their necks. Hoolygoo ran his hand down to Midnighdruids crtoch, and pulled away his robe to reveal his very hard [Purple-Man-Meat]....

Well, I'll leave you guys with that, I'll step in again for the next plot point in this chapter while you guys have fun.

To be continued by the next poster

While Hoolygoo gazed at the sight at Midnighdruid's Huge dingle dang, Hoolygoo remarked "What a sight! I was expecting more though". Midnighdruid layed his hand upon Hoolygoo's left broad shoulder and said "You may be a beast tank, but I'm a beast in bed." then suddenly Midnighdruid transformed into bear form only to bestow his gigantic wale lord penis to his great lovers eye's. Hoolygoo Exclaimed "my lord! your penis is about as big and wide as the ports in stormwind." Midnighdruid replied by saying "yes it is everymuch like the ports of stormwind because this penis has very smooth quick sailing through large passages like people's assholes.". Hoolygoo excitedly shouted! "MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A WILD MAN!". Midnighdruid responded with "I'll do more then that! having your scrumptious gaping butthole swallow my extremely massive stormwind port penis will calm those naughty sinful thoughts that have corrupted your paladin of the light ways". Midnighdruid grappled Hoolygoo's torso tightly and flung him up under him so his feet and hands were beneath him. Midnighdruid positioned himself were he could most efficiently rip hoolygoo a new asshole with his shear beastial strenght of his giantic winnie the poo bear penis. Then midnighdruid bent over and closed in to hoolygoo's face and whispered, "I'm gonna make you my bitch". Then like a F/A-18 quickly shooting through the air breaking the sound barrier midnighdruid had jammed his penis into hoolygoos booty pipe. Hoolygoo then began to bite his lower lip and slowly Hoolygoos eyes began to water
and a tear was riding down his face. This tear was not a tear of rape , but a tear of happiness . Hoolygoo lied to himself and Midnighdruid commenting by saying "I HOPE YOU KNOW THIS IS A TANKS ASSHOLE YOUR DEALING WITH, AND I TEND TO DO SQUATS AND LEG LIFTS TO GET DAT ASS ROCK HARD AND FIRM" Midnighdruid replied only by saying "pffttt firm? this is firm!" with a quick motion of his fist Midnighdruid pulled back his hand like a real hood nigga who is cocking his gun to shoot a bitch ass nigga in the face, his fist came forward with as much force as a fat person falling face forwards in a mc donalds public bathroom and punched Hoolygoo in the back of his head like a whore who has done something wrong. truley then did hoolygoo's butthole tightened up on midnighdruid's enormous smokey the bear like penis that was as if it were being firmly engulfed by giant black hole that is collapsing. Midnighdruid then unleshes his [Bestial Wrath] (i know thats a hunter move, but i dont care it sounds right.) upon Hoolygoo. the two of them go on for hours. they continue to until Midnighdruid's smokey the bear penis, and Hoolygoo's butthole and start to cause friction like an eraser on a peice of paper shaving away the skin off hoolygoo's rectum. Hoolygoo utters "midnighdruid I don't think my anus can take much more!". Midnighdruid then replied with "oh really? lets give something else a try then.". Midnighdruid then dismounts himself from hoolygoo's sphincter and allows hoolygoo to stand up "what are you doing hoolygoo says?" "im trying something new this time around". suddenly roots start coming out of ground from midnighdruid casting [Entangling Roots]. the roots then begin to wrap around hoolygoo's arms and legs firmly along with one root holding his penis in place.

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