OUaT Ghostly Trio
Suggested by writer-ofstuff
Mr. Gold aka Rumplestiltskin was a shroud busy man who always liked to get ahead at the expense of the good guys. Gold had many enemies within Storybrooke. But his biggest problems these days were the trio of men that constantly looked to catch Gold doing anything bad. Prince Charming, Captain Killian Hook, and Robin Hood made it their mission to keep Gold from spreading evil. Gold was selfish and only wanted to make his life better.
He loved to make deals that benefitted him. Of course, if the deals also hurt someone else, that was just icing on the cake to Gold. He always had a plan A, B, C, and even K, so he would never lose. He always knew how to make his life better at the expense of someone else. He had mellowed somewhat since his Enchanted Forest days behavior wise, but he was still shrewd and sharp as ever.
Gold had plans to make Storybrooke more to his liking, but he couldn’t do it with those three meddling in his affairs. He needed to find a way to get them out of his hair. He owned the local pawn shop, and all of his magic charms and objects were kept there. He contemplated using a curse to trap the trio, or maybe a sleeping spell, or maybe just kill them instead. No, those would all cause too much of a scene and ruin his life because the entire town would turn against him. He needed a way to make them harmless without harming them.
Gold flipped through his many books looking for spells and charms and curses. “A love spell? No, that’s the last thing I want from those three headaches,” he said turning a page. “Maybe an age reversal,” he said running his finger down another page, “No, they were probably more annoying as children then they are now!,” he said opening a different book. Gold was quickly growing frustrated as he tried to think of a way to keep the three heroes from getting in his way.
He smacked the books in front of him away in frustration. They flew off the counter and scattered onto the floor. One knocked into a small end table with various antiques on top and it wobbled. A large dark purple jar fell onto the floor and clanked on the ground. It was a magic jar so it wouldn’t break, but Gold ran from behind the counter anyway to examine the damage. He knelt down and picked up the large jar, which was much lighter than it looked. It had a faded yellowing label across its side which read, “Ghostly Trio - Slaves for Eternity, Open Only If Truly Desperate.”
Gold tried to recall who the trio was as he held the jar. He pondered and suddenly had an aha moment as he remembered. “You three bumbling buffoons sold your souls to me in exchange for the best prank ever. Well I’ve kept you locked up as payment until now. But I think I’ve finally found a use for your unique brand of haunting,” Gold laughed as the jar vibrated as the trio moved inside. “The three of you are going to take care of three problems I have right now,” he said as the jar continued to shake.
He walked to the middle of the room and placed the jar on the floor and walked back behind the counter. He laughed, bringing a hand to his forehead as he said, “I can’t believe I’m trusting this mission to the three ghostly stooges,” and pointed his finger at the jar. A bright flash like a lightning bolt shot from his finger through the air and struck the jar. The bolt vanished after hitting the jar and seemed to do nothing at first. Then the jar began to shake furiously and bounce on the ground as if it were rubber.
Suddenly the lid of the jar flew off and smashed against the front door of the shop as the jar floated inches from the ground. The jar landed on the floor with a thud. Gold watched as three bluish white forms slithered up out of the jar and morphed into larger ghostly humanoid forms.
The one in the middle grew long and slender with a long face, prominent nose, and piercing purple eyes. His name was Stretch, the joisey accented cocky leader of the group. The ghost on the left was average with a slightly prominent little belly, buck teeth, and a cloud of musk about him; he was Stinky, the immature childish prankster and smelly member of the group. The ghost on the right was a huge, fat blob with a large gut, rounded face, and a deep hearty laugh and love of food to make any competitive eater envious; he was Fatso, the largest, hungriest, jiggliest member of the group.
The trio hovered in the air above the jar not realizing Gold was there as well. “How damn long were we trapped in there boys?,” Stretch asked cracking his arms and stretching. “Must’ve been at least 150 years by now,” Stinky added cracking his back. “It was so damn cramped in there,” Fatso groaned. “Maybe if someone wasn’t as big as a barn, it would’ve been more comfortable,” Stretch complained slapping Fatso’s ectoplasmic belly making it jiggle. Stinky laughed at the joke as Fatso groaned and pouted at Stretch. “I’m hungry!,” Fatso whined. “Yeah, well what do you plan to do about it tubbo?!,” Stretch interjected. “Yeah, without a fleshie it’ll go right through your big gut!,” Stinky laughed. Fatso started floating around chasing Stinky as Stretch laughed.
Gold cleared his throat and the three ghosts immediately stopped in their tracks and focused on him. “If you three bumbling dolts are done wasting my time, I’ve got a mission for you,” he said walking over, tapping his cane on the floor as he strolled over to the trio. Stinky cringed with fear saying, “Th…th…th…that’s the creep who trapped us.” Stretch wasn’t scared and defiantly said, “And why should we listen to you, bone bag?!” Gold snickers and says, “Because I own your pale, pathetic asses, that’s why.”
Fatso was surprised and Stretch was furious at Gold’s remark. “Nobody tells the Ghostly Trio what to do fleshie!,” he yelled flying towards Gold. Gold snickered and pulled a glowing violet crystal from his jacket pocket and held it in front of him. Stretch suddenly stopped midair and was thrown back towards his brothers as they gasped. Stretch flipped in the air and was dizzy. He shook his head and regained himself as Gold laughed to himself.
“You three don’t remember our deal I take it,” Gold said to the surprised trio. “What deal?,” Stinky asked nervously. Gold walked closer as he said, “The one in which you promised to serve me forever of course.” “We’d never be stupid enough to agree to that!,” Fatso yelled. “Oh but you are and you did dearies,” Gold snickered, “This crystal allows me to control you if I so choose, and you are my servants unless I say otherwise.” “We never made no deal with you creep!,” Stretch said holding his dizzy head.
“You three made a deal with me that in exchange for your eternal servitude and the rights to your spirits, you three would have the greatest prank powers for the rest of your lives. You terrorized the land until, one day, you lot all died trying to pull off a prank on the mayor of your town. You all became ghosts, and were quickly imprisoned in that jar so you could forever serve me. As you lot were trapped, this crystal formed before me as part of our deal, ensuring you’d listen to me no matter what,” Gold said as he giggled like Rumple.
Stretch pulled himself together and looked at his two brothers and then Gold. “What do you want then fleshie?,” he begrudgingly asked. “I have three pains in the arse if you catch my drift,” Gold elaborated, “What skills in taking care of people do you idiots have?” The ghosts looked at each other without saying a word. “We can scare them to death,” Stinky laughed. “That would cause too much trouble for me,” Gold said shooting the idea down. “We could hypnotize them for you,” Fatso offered. “Don’t you think I could’ve done that on my own moron?!,” Gold snapped. “We could trap them in an alternate dimension,” Stretch chimed in. “Are you three seriously not getting that I could do any of that with a snap of my fingers! I need something only a ghost can do!,” he yelled slamming his cane on the ground.
The three looked at each other and then Stretch said, “Well we do hold a record for one trick.” “Oh, and pray tell what that is,” Gold said sarcastically rolling his eyes. The three ghosts said in unison, “possession.” “What’s that?,” Gold asked confused. “Basically, we invade a fleshie and take them over for as long as possible, like we become them,” Stretch said. “So you could impersonate them and also control them?,” Gold asked intrigued. “Yeah, we take their body and their life,” Fatso laughed.
“That would make my life easier and also give me the chance to humiliate those bastards,” Gold theorized. “Alright,” Gold said lifting the crystal up, “Go and possess the three heroes pestering me! Prince Charming, Captain Hook, and Robin Hood!,” Gold yelled pointing the trio to the door. They grimaced at the old trickster before turning around and floating through the front door, out into Storybrooke to do Gold’s bidding.
On the other side of town, Charming, Hook, and Robin decided to split up and search the town to see if Gold was up to any evil tricks. Charming headed off towards the docks, Hook towards the forest, and Robin towards the library in the center of town. None of the hunky heroes know what the trio or Gold have in store for them. The trio see the three men split up and decide to go separate ways as well. Stretch floats off after Charming while Fatso lustfully floats after Hook thinking he could squeeze into the sexy pirate. Stinky floated slightly behind Fatso with the larger ghost knowing; Stinky knew Fatso could never possess Hook even if he tried.
Charming made his way down to the wharf and scanned the piers and boats from the water’s edge as the sun set slowly in the background. He was wearing tight jeans, comfy sneakers, a white t-shirt and a tight leather jacket. He decided to check out the big boat house building where the repairs to vessels were made. As Charming made his way inside, Stretch laughed to himself watching the dashing hunk enter the building. “Normally I don’t take orders from nobody. But damn fleshie, there’s no way in hell in letting you get away,” he laughed floating through the wall after Charming.
Charming looked around the warehouse floor, finding boat parts lying all over the floor and engine oil spilled everywhere. He walked over to the back corner and started examining the boss’ desk which was covered in miscellaneous files and papers. He started rifling through the forms as Stretch found his hiding place phasing into the small mirror that was on the desk beside Charming as he investigated diligently.
“What are you planning Gold? I know you used this place at one point as a hidden base of operation,” Charming said to himself as he hopelessly looked through the papers. Frustrated, he looked away from the papers and noticed himself in the mirror, and he couldn’t look away. But he wasn’t liking what he saw; his normally fair and handsome skin had a sickly bluish tint, and his dazzling eyes looked purple and dull. He leaned in closer to examine his normally gorgeous face. “What kind of stupid trick is this Gold?!,” he asked not amused by what he saw.
Charming looked confused and had no idea Stretch was waiting to strike. Stretch suddenly popped his head out of the mirror inches from a shocked Charming and yelled, “BOO!,” as he eyed the prince up and down like a sexy piece of meat. Charming opened his mouth to scream as Stretch floated completely out of the mirror. Just as Charming was about to scream, Stretch arched over him and said, “Uh uh uh, we can’t have you making a scene bone bag!,” and he flew towards Charming’s gaping mouth.
Stretch’s head hit Charming’s mouth and popped between his lips like a lollipop as the prince’s screams were suddenly muffled. Stretch was cackling as he slide his long slender body into Charming. His ghostly tail sticking out of the man’s mouth wiggling and thrashing about as he squeezed inside. Charming was flailing his arms, frantically trying to grasp Stretch’s tail to pull him out. His hands phased right through the invading ghost. “Fat chance bone bag! You’re mine now!,” Stretch yelled from inside Charming’s chest.
The noise filling the building sounded like a deflating balloon as Stretch made his way inside. Charming was groaning through ectoplasm filled cheeks as he felt Stretch filling up his body. The man stumbling around in fear as the ghostly blue tail shrank down into his mouth. Charming bumped into the desk and his legs thrust him back off as he grunted. Stretch’s wagging tail finally slipped between Charming’s lips with a wet pop and a grunt from the prince.
Charming’s cheeks were puffed up as Stretch filled him out inside. The man danced around the room, flailing his limbs out crazily as Stretch hooted and laughed inside his belly. “Boy, for a hero, you sure know how to move your body dirty!,” Stretch joked. Charming stumbled into a file cabinet and he and Stretch groaned in unison. Charming was spinning around like a top as he was possessed. “Hey fleshie, how did you know I love a good struggle?,” Stretch laughed.
Charming stumbled his way to the middle of the room and he felt himself losing control as Stretch filled him up. He was blurring as the ghost filled into his body throughout. Charming was swinging his torso in circles and his head spinning when his hands came down to grab and steady his stomach there was a boom from within as he swallowed Stretch’s ectoplasm hard with a squelch as he fell silent and looked down emotionless. Seconds later he lifted his head and a devious smirk formed on his face.
“Oh yeeeeeaaaaah,” Charming said with Stretch’s joisey accent. The possessed prince brought his arms up and started groping and feeling up his new body. He loved the leather jacket Charming was sporting and how it hugged his body as did his jeans. “This is one nice body fleshie! Happy to say it’s mine now!,” Stretch laughed feeling himself up as he grew hard in his tight jeans. Stretch groped his new cock and decided he wanted to make some improvements.
He closed his eyes and focused on Charming’s muscles and his ectoplasm started to pump into his limbs. His pecs inflated like basketballs and his abs were like baseballs as his leather jacket strained to contain them. His cock and balls swelled as if suddenly filled with jello and his ass popped out as the denim was ready to give if he moved too suddenly. His facial features became slightly more chiseled and his arms and legs bulked up to the point he could choke a bear. His body stretching with a rubbery noise throughout which only made Stretch’s already raging boner more intense.
Once he finished, he opened his eyes and admired his new improved body as he felt himself up. “Now see this is what I’m talkin’ ‘bout bone bag! Look at this bod of yours now!,” he said eye banging his own body. He groped his new muscles and savored how they were firm yet plump with a bit of a bounce/ jiggle to them. He laughed to himself and then spied the door out of the corner of his eye. “I think it’s time I go see if my partners have finished their missions yet,” Stretch snickered as he finished fondling himself and headed for the door to meet up with Fatso and Stinky.
Hook had wandered into the forest on the edge of town looking for clues about any dark plans Gold might have for the town. Fatso and Stinky were hot on his trail. Fatso ogled Hook in all his tight leathery goodness from his ass hugging pants to his chest groping vest and long trench coat, it was a leather paradise for him. And Hook’s sexy good looks, unfailing smolder, and quick whit were icing on the perfect yummy cake for the big ghost.
Fatso watched from a distance as Hook weaved through the trees looking for any sign that Gold had been there recently. The big ghost rubbed his hands in anticipation of taking over the sexy pirate. “Might be a tight squeeze, but that ass of yours is all mine now fleshie,” he goaded to himself. He hide behind some tree branches waiting for the best time to strike. Hook moved some branches out of his way and said, “What the hell are you up to crocodile? What are you hiding from us?,” he said to himself pushing more branches aside.
“That’s it hot stuff, just a little closer,” Fatso whispered to himself watching Hook move closer. The pirate turned the corner and suddenly heard a deep bellowing laugh from above him. He looked up and saw Fatso quickly flying down from the trees towards him. Hook stood in gaping horror as the fat ghost approached him. He was about to scream for help when Fatso yelled, “Don’t ruin the party fleshie!,” and his head met Hook’s face.
Fatso’s head was pressed hard against Hook’s gaping mouth as the big ghost grabbed the back of Hook’s head and pressed his ghostly head hard against the pirate’s mouth. He was wiggling his tail frantically and twisting his head trying to squeeze into Hook. The pirate moaned in terror and squatted down trying to get away from Fatso. “Come on fleshie…open wider for me,” Fatso groaned as he tried squeezing in harder as the noise sounded like a balloon rubbing against Hook’s mouth.
Hook was moaning through Fatso and managed to compose himself enough to lift his hands and try to grab Fatso’s big jiggling belly. His hands phased right through Fatso, who laughed and said, “Ooo, that tickled fleshie!” Hook was feeling Fatso slowly cram his head even harder into his mouth and he groaned as he felt his lips stretching trying to give Fatso enough room to enter. He raised his hands again but this time tried pushing on Fatso’s big belly.
The ectoplasm jiggled, but Hook realized he was able to touch Fatso this way. He started peddling his hands in front of him desperately trying to push Fatso off. The ghost gripped Hook’s head harder and complained, “No way fleshie, you’re going to be mine!” Fatso felt his grip slipping as Hook sensed an opportunity and pushed super hard against Fatso. His belly jiggled and he lost his grip on Hook, who screamed as Fatso was shoved away from his mouth.
Fatso floated back up into the air and crossed his arms. “Damn it! Why can I never have the hot skinny guy?! That should’ve worked!,” he moaned. Hook ran screaming from the clearing as Fatso watched frustrated above. Hook hid behind a tree and peered out at the defeated ghost. “I guess I have to get the big guy,” Fatso moaned as he turned and flew off towards the center of town to take Robin.
Hook didn’t realize Stinky had been watching and giggling the whole time at Fatso’s attempt. “What the bloody hell was that??,” Hook asked panting for air. “That was Fatso, and that tub of ectoplasm should know better than to try and steal my fleshie,” Stinky laughed. Hook turned around and saw Stinky floated inches away from him with wide eyes as he eye banged the sexy pirate. Hook screamed again and took off running as Stinky said, “I do love a good fleshie hunt,” and flew after the pirate.
Hook was weaving through trees as he ran trying to get away from Stinky. He occasionally glanced over his shoulder at Stinky gaining on him. He wasn’t looking where he was going and tripled over a large root sticking out of the ground. Hook fell onto his knees as his leather trench coat tail fell off to the side with Hook’s tight leather covered ass pointed in the air for Stinky to ogle. “Woah momma! Fatso was right! You do have one fine ass fleshie!,” he said rubbing his hands together, “And it’s mine now!!,” he yelled diving towards Hook’s vulnerable butt.
Stinky hit Hook’s tight leather pants and phased right through as he slide between Hook’s plump ass cheeks like rubber and glided smoothly into the pirate’s tight virgin hole with a giggle. Hook screamed as he felt the cool ectoplasm slithering up his ass right through his pants. Stinky’s tail was flailing and thrashing as he invaded the pirate, causing his hips to sway slightly from side to side. “You think you’re sweaty now, what till I get done with you!,” Stinky laughed from inside Hook’s body as the pirate writhed and rolled around in the ground.
It felt like a cool, ghostly vibrator was moving past Hook’s prostate as Stinky continued sliding inside. Hook started to moan lightly in pleasure as Stinky went further and deeper into his ass which felt amazing. The last of Stinky’s tail phased through the pants and up Hook’s hole as it closed around it with a wet slurp and a pop. Hook yelped softly as he felt his hole close around Stinky and his cheeks immediately filled with ectoplasm as he rolled onto his back and Stinky cackled inside him.
Hook threw his limbs out wildly as he felt Stinky swell inside his lean body as he groaned. Hook smacked his hook onto the ground as Stinky joked, “I’ve hooked you now fleshie, and soon you’ll be horned too!” The pirate writhed and moaned through full cheeks as Stinky inflated into every part of his body. Hook’s stomach was churning and swaying from all the movement the possession caused. Hook’s head was rolling from side to side when his hands grasped his belly to steady himself, he swallowed Stinky’s ectoplasm hard with a squelch, and a boom was heard from within his stomach as his head looked down and he fell silent for a few seconds.
Suddenly his head lifted up and he started giggling like Stinky as he pulled himself to his feet. “Woah, tubbo was right about you mate,” Stinky mocked the way Hook spoke. He ran his new hands all over his leather clad body savoring how the tight material hugged his everything like a glove. He felt his pecs, cock, abs, and then his hands found the perfect bubble ass he had just invaded and gave it a good grope. Stinky giggled and winced from the squeeze and said, “Fatso was right, this is one HELL of an ass you’ve got! But I think I need to personalize you a bit more if you don’t mind fleshie!,” he laughed to himself.
He closed his eyes and sighed. As he did, a thick cloud of Stinky’s infamous foul breathe seeped out of Hook’s sexy mouth and began swirling around Hook’s body, enveloping the hunky pirate. As the musk traveled over Hook’s body, it began to throb and stretch. His cock inflated, his pecs swelled, his arms and legs bulged, and his already killer ass ballooned until the leather groaned barely able to contain Hook’s improved body.
The cloud dissipated and Stinky marveled at his new body which was now sweating a great deal from the growing. Stinky lifted his arms, allowing his stronger sweaty musk to escape from Hook’s leather covered pits to rise through his sleeves as Stinky inhaled deeply. “Ahhhhh, that’s more like it!,” he laughed. He felt his bulked up body all over and loved the mix of sweat and leather. He groped his new bigger ass like never before and moaned at how sensitive it was. “Quite the money maker I’ve got now,” he laughed slapping his ass cheeks, “Can’t wait to show the fellas!,” he said as he turned and headed towards the center of two to meet up with Fatso and Stretch.
In the heart of town, Robin had just reached the town library under the big clock tower and entered the seldom busy building which was closed for the weekend. Fatso was hovering above, still bitter about not getting his sexy pirate body. “Why do I always have to get the big guys?,” he moaned to himself. He followed Robin through the front door and floated silently behind the infamous bandit. Robin made his way through the countless rows of books searching for clues to Gold’s possible plans.
He saw a table at the end of a row of books covered in scattered open books and papers and thought it could be Gold’s handy work. Fatso was floating a few inches behind waiting for his opportunity. Robin examined the table and fingered through the assorted materials about plants and minerals and Wiccan religious beliefs (this was research Belle was doing to come up with a charm to prevent Rumple from using dark magic in the future). “What the hell is the Dark One scheming now?,” he asked out loud.
He continued rifling through the the papers when he heard a thud from two isles over. He went to investigate and found a huge tome that had fallen off the shelf. He picked it up and placed it back on the shelf. “This place always did give me the creeps,” he said. Suddenly he heard a deep hearty laugh from behind him as Fatso said, “You ain’t seen nothin’ scary yet fleshie!” Robin turned around to see Fatso gliding towards him, blue belly jiggling as he moved.
Robin was frozen in fright and Fatso was chuckling to himself as he neared the sexy bandit. Robin opened was standing with his legs spread out as he was frozen where he stood. “Well you might be bigger fleshie, but at least you’re hot!,” Fatso joked. He slammed his big head into Robin’s crotch and phased right through his pants and his big head slide into Robin’s cock as Fatso laughed. Robin yelped from the intrusion and Fatso’s arms quickly sank into his cock after his head as the room sounded like a big balloon was deflating.
Robin was moaning as Fatso’s big tail made his cock bloat to let him through. His cock had stretched considerably and Fatso’s big, thick tail was wagging and squirming like crazy in Robin’s crotch. Robin gained his composure enough to try and push on Fatso’s rapidly shrinking tail, which only made the belly jiggle and Fatso laughed, “You ain’t keepin’ me out fleshie, possession’s 9/10’s the law, and you’re all mine!” Robin groaned as he felt his stomach start to expand the fit all of Fatso inside it.
Robin was groaning as the last of Fatso slipped into his cock with a wet schloop and a slurp, a grunt from Robin and a chuckle from Fatso. Robin’s cheeks immediately puffed up as Fatso fit entirely inside him and the bandit felt bloated to the max like a stuffed animal. Robin felt the girthy ghost balloon out from his stomach as he laughed from inside. “You’re more roomie in here than I thought big guy,” Fatso laughed. Robin started to stumbled around, knocking into bookshelves as he went.
He was groaning through his filled mouth as he was possessed. Robin stumbled stomach first into the table and Fatso groaned in unison with Robin as he thrust back off and spun around. “Not so rough fleshie, you’ve got precious cargo in here!,” Fatso laughed deeply, Robin feeling the laughing, jiggly ghost belly inside his own slightly bloated one. Robin’s limbs flailed out sporadically as Fatso took him over. Robin continued stumbling and spinning until he made his way to the center of the library.
His belly was no pulsating and churning with a mind of its own as Fatso settled and Robin’s hands came down to grab his belly as he swallowed the ectoplasm hard with a squelch and a thunderous boom from his stomach. Robin fell silent and his head was down emotionless. Suddenly the deep chuckle that was previously coming from Robin’s belly now appeared to be coming from his mouth. He lifted his head with a big silly grin on it.
“Well it was fun invading you after all meat bag!,” Fatso laughed. He rubbed his toned belly and said, “But I think I need to personalize ya a bit to suit me if ya know what I mean,” he chuckled. He closed his eyes and filled his cheeks with air like a blowfish. His body started to jiggle and vibrate as he morphed. His face became a bit rounder and pudgier, his arms and legs had some extra fat added to them. His pecs looked a little more like man boobs but still firm, his abs bulged out to cover a muscle gut underneath. His ass got a bit more flabby and his cock and balls grew larger as they stretched like rubber as Robin’s clothes could literally just contain Fatso’s improvements.
Fatso opened his eyes and started groping around his new body. “Hubba hubba, look who’s the belle of Fatso’s ball now fleshie!,” he joked to himself. He loved how Robin was still hunky but also chunky liked he liked his guys. “I don’t care what that old creep wants me to do, as long as I’m in this stud, I’m happy,” Fatso laughed smacking his muscle gut and feeling it jiggle. He gave his improved cock and nice grope through his pants and moaned in pleasure. He caught sight of the clock above the checkout desk and assumed the other two were ready. “Let’s go meet up with my brothers,” Fatso said to himself as he left the library to meet Stinky and Stretch.
Stretch strolled down Main Street in front of Granny’s dinner is his bulked up body and Charming never looked better. Stinky met up with him in his new Hook body and Stretch was impressed. “Damn, that leather really looks good on ya Stink!” Stinky giggles and replied, “And with all this sweat, it smells even better!” They turned and saw Robin walking towards them and heard Fatso’s victorious laugh from his mouth. “How does the big guy feel big guy?,” Stretch laughed. Robin grabbed his bigger muscle gut and jiggled it as Fatso responded, “Like a yummy dream come true.”
The three ogle each other’s sexy bodies and start a three way make out session with lots of grinding and groping. Stinky and Fatso feeling up Stretch’s pumped muscles, Fatso and Stretch squeezing the hell out of Stinky’s bubble ass, and Stinky and Stretch fondling Fatso’s nice big, hard cock. All the heat they’re generating starts to give off steam as the three hunks go at each other in the middle of Main Street. The three were so horny and lustful they didn’t even hear or see Gold appear in a swirling purple cloud of magic.
“If you three numbskulls are finished getting off with each other, I have work for you to do.” They ignored him and continued their group tongue wrestling. He sighed in frustration. “I understand you’ve been without bodies and sex and urges for over 100 years, but damn it listen to me,” he argued. They still were more interested in sex. Gold pulled the crystal out and as it glowed, the three hunks were forced backwards.
“Hey, what gives?!,” Stretch protested. “Yeah, we were stuck in that jar so long…,” Stinky whined. “…the least you could do is let us have some fleshie fun,” Fatso continued. Gold held out the crystal and replied, “No, but what I can do is pull you out of those bodies and put you back in that jar forever.” The three hunks remained quiet and listened to Gold intently. “Good, now we have lots of work to do. I plan on making this town my personal paradise where I’m happy and all the heroes are miserable.”
The three studs didn’t dare interrupt Gold for fear of his wrath. “…and that’s where you three bozos come into play. Inside these men, you not only keep them out of my hair, but you ruin their happy endings along with everyone close to them. And that’s perfect to me,” Gold laughed in his Rumple voice. “So we get to keep our sexy new bodies?,” Stretch inquired.
“I insist you do moron,” Gold replied annoyed. The three hunks laughed to themselves. “So what do you want us to do?,” Stinky asked. “Yeah, what can we do to help with that plan of yours?,” Fatso asked. “Go and pretend to be the heroes you now possess and await further instructions from me,” Gold said, “And don’t fuck this up!,” he yelled as he vanished in another purple smoke cloud. The three looked at each other, smirked, and headed off. Hook towards Emma, Robin towards Regina, and Charming towards Snow, ready to make some unhappily ever after a for Gold.
To be continued?
