Warning: Scout is eager and Sniper is gross Caution: Just speech and no descriptive adjectives ScoutxSniper by Hops ______________________________________ Whadda mean 'no'? Hey! You said no to me! The fuck, man! Scoutgetthefuckoffame!! Goddamn it kid yer a fuckin' nutcase! I SAID I want you to fuck me! Where in tha middle of fuckin' /nowhere/ and you say 'no'!? I SAID NO, SCOUT. I SAID FUCKIN' NO, GET OUTTA MY FACE AND OFFA MY BACK. The hell is wrong witchu, man!? What kinda man ARE you? I AIN'T THE KINDA MAN YER LOOKIN' FER, MATE. What th'fuck is THAT supposed ta mean, Snipes? You gotta cack and a libido and that's all I really fuckin' care about! I mean I ken garuntee you ain't gonna want what I want, Scout, so jes back off, aroight? Hey, Snipes, lemme ask you a couple questions, aright? Scout, no means no, even here. I said questions! Fuck, man, I ain't gonna rape you. You gerroffa my back an' you ken go whistle dixie to yer baseball bat fer all I care. First question: Do you have a cack. Yer tryin' me, Scout. I jes' got three questions, aright? Fine, yeh fuckin' feel that, Scout? That's a dick. See? That's all I'm fuckin' talkin' about! You got two more questions, Scout, an' they betterbegood. Aright. Second question: Do you gots manly urges? You donwanna know what kinda urges I got, Scout, ye jes donwanna know. Second last question, Snipes. ...I got urges, Scout, aright, urges. Manly urges? Next question, Scout! Aright, aright! Third and final question: You gunna make me cum r'what? scout I said no. I said no, I meant no, I mean no. No. Jes because ya got some freaky urges? Fuck that shit, man, every body gots something weird they want done t'them! I don't think you understand me, Scout. It has nothing to do with what I want, it's the fact I said 'NO'. Fuck I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours! Damnit, Snipes gimme a fuckin' break, man! I'M GONNA BREAK YER NECK, SCOUT. Is that what gets you off, man? I wondered why you always went for the throat with that BLU spy. SCOUT. COME ON! I mean what's the werst yor gonna do, bleed on me? ...Fine, ya little shit, get on yer knees. Hey, ow! Watch it, Snipefag! Hurnnng, ye wanna keep talkin' back? BBBHHRGGGFFFHSHSHLLGG Thes what I thought. I bet yer regrettin' this now, aintcha, Scout. Are ya tryin' to 'fro up? BLEKHUUUGGGHHBLUUUGGH Nothin' quoite like that feelin'...Eh, is that corn? Snipeswhatthefuckm- hheeeekjakhdadfjljsdhnnng! You ken chunder and bite all ye like, Scout, it don't bother me none. Aw yeah...Feels pretty feckin' good. Burns pretty nice, too. Oh, oh is that the back of yer throat, mate? It's goin' crazy. Ye gonna barf again? OH YES THAT feels fantastic. Awe, lookit you, sobbin' like a kid, barf comin' out yer nose, and this ain't even the werse of it. BLEEERRRRGGGHUUUUUUNNNNHHGGGGG Hahaha! All ye need to do is piss yerself and this'd be a complete picture. Speakin' o'which I feel a whiz comin' on. Don't seem like I got a jar handy. But how convinient I got a leech at the end of my pecker. You ready for some jarate you little slut? Now stop strugglin', I'll shove it right deep down yer throat, ye wont taste a thing if ya don'chunder all o'er yerself again. There we go, sit right still, oh yea...Good boy, Scout...Uhn- There wasn't that bad was it? You even liked it, didntcha. Liked the feeling of m'piss goin' roight down yer throat. Fuck yer a slut, a dirty, filthy toilet water drinkin' slut. Yer such a whore, yer beggin' fer my cum. Ye jes wanna be filled t'the brim with my jizm dontcha. Yer lucky day, mate. Yer gonna swallow every last drop and let it all mix in; my special jarate. Ouh! Jesus Christ...Feck, Scout this load'll make ye spew fer sure...Hng! BLLLEERRRUUGGGG BLLEEEUURRRGGG BLUUUEEEEEEEEEEEEEGGGG... S...S... Ye got somfin' to say, kid? BLUEEERRRRRRRGGGGGGG Thas what I thought. Now, outcha go, and don't you fuckin' ever come back here askin' fer sex. Ya got that, Scout? ... I reckon if I threw him at you instead of jarate it'd be far more effective. Oui, you are probably right.
This was the weirdest, most uncomfortable thing Scout had ever done. His teeth were grit hard, tears choked back successfully. A quarter hit him in the face and he scowled, suddenly ferocious in the floor length soft pink dress. "YOU WANNA FUCKIN' TRY THAT AGAIN!?" He screamed, Sniper just laughed. Spy lit a cigarette somewhere, and Heavy clapped. Scout was red faced and furious, caught up in one of Engie's contraptions and a rather flattering dress and put on display for the rest of the team. "YOU FUCKIN' LET ME GO YOU SHIT EATING REDNECK BEFORE I GO FUCKIN' APESHIT ON YOUR ASS!" He hollered at the Texan, who could have been anywhere behind his goggles. Medic crossed his legs under the table, a faintly amused smile on his usually stern mouth as Scout tried to bat at oncoming quarters with his hands, screeching like some creature from Sniper's home country. "I believe the girl should be putting on a show, ja?" Medic said, eyes moving for a moment from Scout to Engie, who shook himself out of his imaginings and flicked a few switches, the cables holding Scout still twinging to life and jerking the skinny boy's limbs to halting, shaky puppet like movements, making the Scout dance as sexily as Engie's machinery would allow. Scout screamed in frustration, the manliest scream he could muster while fighting steel cables, humiliation and an erection. "YOU HAVE NO FUCKIN' IDEA WHATCHUR DEALING WITH! IMMA FORCE OF NATURE!" He kept insisting, but Engie's machinery was much more convincing as it moved Scout's body around the middle of the common room, waltzing him past Sniper who flicked a quarter at his ass and Spy who smoked silently. Close eyes would catch the curl of his lips around that cigarette, though. "WA'S ALL THA COMMOSHUN IN HERE." Demoman burst into the common room as obnoxiously as he yelled and drank. His one deft dark eye caught Scout caught up in the cables and a particularly gorgeous dress, and laughed as obnoxiously as he did everything else. "THA'S THE SWEETEST THING MY EYE E'ER DID SEE." He claimed, finding himself a seat. "YOU GUYS ARE FUCKIN' MONSTERS! FUCKIN' SAVAGES!" Scout wailed, "SOLDIER HEARS ABOUT THIS-" "THERE AIN'T SHIT GOIN' ON IN THIS GODFORSAKEN SHIT PILE YOU CALL A BASE I DON'T HEAR." Soldier exploded from the same door Demoman had burst from. The team almost, almost paused. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? SLOPPY." He shouted at Scout, pointing with vicious little fingers at Scouts posture and form. "REAL MEN DANCE WITH EASE AND GRACE." He said, demonstrating. Sniper clapped a hand on his gut he was laughing so hard, and Heavy cupped hands on either side of his mouth. "ДуÑÑ‚ ДуÑÑ‚!" He shouted, but no one except Spy knew what the fuck he said. _____________________ "In a week you'll be laughing about this." Sniper said through the bathroom door, just managing to jump back as Scout shot through the locked handle and flung himself into the tiled room. "YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG FUCKIN' GUY, ASSHOLE." He screamed, belting in Sniper's head with his bat, already covered in the blood of the other teammates he'd hunted down. Sniper came back in the respawn, fit as a fiddle could be, and figured the kid would tire himself out eventually. Until then he could put up with being killed a couple times. He was walking down a base hall on his way outside to his van and caught a glance of Scout's back walking down a different hall. "Scout!" He shouted, getting the livid kid's attention before he flicked a quarter at his face. "Welcome to the team."
Warning: Rage!Scout Caution: Short and poorly written Scout's Intro to the Team by Hops This was the weirdest, most uncomfortable thing Scout had ever done. His teeth were grit hard, tears choked back successfully. A quarter hit him in the face and he scowled, suddenly ferocious in the floor length soft pink dress. "YOU WANNA FUCKIN' TRY THAT AGAIN!?" He screamed, Sniper just laughed. Spy lit a cigarette somewhere, and Heavy clapped. Scout was red faced and furious, caught up in one of Engie's contraptions and a rather flattering dress and put on display for the rest of the team. "YOU FUCKIN' LET ME GO YOU SHIT EATING REDNECK BEFORE I GO FUCKIN' APESHIT ON YOUR ASS!" He hollered at the Texan, who could have been anywhere behind his goggles. Medic crossed his legs under the table, a faintly amused smile on his usually stern mouth as Scout tried to bat at oncoming quarters with his hands, screeching like some creature from Sniper's home country. "I believe the girl should be putting on a show, ja?" Medic said, eyes moving for a moment from Scout to Engie, who shook himself out of his imaginings and flicked a few switches, the cables holding Scout still twinging to life and jerking the skinny boy's limbs to halting, shaky puppet like movements, making the Scout dance as sexily as Engie's machinery would allow. Scout screamed in frustration, the manliest scream he could muster while fighting steel cables, humiliation and an erection. "YOU HAVE NO FUCKIN' IDEA WHATCHUR DEALING WITH! IMMA FORCE OF NATURE!" He kept insisting, but Engie's machinery was much more convincing as it moved Scout's body around the middle of the common room, waltzing him past Sniper who flicked a quarter at his ass and Spy who smoked silently. Close eyes would catch the curl of his lips around that cigarette, though. "WA'S ALL THA COMMOSHUN IN HERE." Demoman burst into the common room as obnoxiously as he yelled and drank. His one deft dark eye caught Scout caught up in the cables and a particularly gorgeous dress, and laughed as obnoxiously as he did everything else. "THA'S THE SWEETEST THING MY EYE E'ER DID SEE." He claimed, finding himself a seat. "YOU GUYS ARE FUCKIN' MONSTERS! FUCKIN' SAVAGES!" Scout wailed, "SOLDIER HEARS ABOUT THIS-" "THERE AIN'T SHIT GOIN' ON IN THIS GODFORSAKEN SHIT PILE YOU CALL A BASE I DON'T HEAR." Soldier exploded from the same door Demoman had burst from. The team almost, almost paused. "YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? SLOPPY." He shouted at Scout, pointing with vicious little fingers at Scouts posture and form. "REAL MEN DANCE WITH EASE AND GRACE." He said, demonstrating. Sniper clapped a hand on his gut he was laughing so hard, and Heavy cupped hands on either side of his mouth. "ДуÑÑ‚ ДуÑÑ‚!" He shouted, but no one except Spy knew what the fuck he said. _____________________ "In a week you'll be laughing about this." Sniper said through the bathroom door, just managing to jump back as Scout shot through the locked handle and flung himself into the tiled room. "YOU MESSED WITH THE WRONG FUCKIN' GUY, ASSHOLE." He screamed, belting in Sniper's head with his bat, already covered in the blood of the other teammates he'd hunted down. Sniper came back in the respawn, fit as a fiddle could be, and figured the kid would tire himself out eventually. Until then he could put up with being killed a couple times. He was walking down a base hall on his way outside to his van and caught a glance of Scout's back walking down a different hall. "Scout!" He shouted, getting the livid kid's attention before he flicked a quarter at his face. "Welcome to the team."
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What is even going on in here. Even if your story's all speech, you still need quotation marks.
>>5 Actually, this is a fairly interesting and contemporary technique. I first experienced it (and the initial frustration accompanying it) when reading The Architects are Here by Michael Winter. About ten punctuation marks in the whole book. No quotes, no commas, no nothing. It's rough, but it's certainly a different way to do things, and, properly applied, it can be very effective. But the end of this did confuse me. With the Spy. Didn't know what that convo meant.
BASICALLY blu spy was chillin' in red sniper's van when Scout comes bounding up, Spy cloaks, and Scouts starts wailing: "PLEASE FUCK ME IN THE ASS, SNIPER" and Sniper is like "goddamnitimbusyno" and then the whole thing starts. And then Sniper does gross and weird things, Scout cries and barfs everywhere, Snipers literally kicks him out and Spy uncloaks. Sniper is basically saying "If I filled the kid with piss and threw him at you it would probably work better then jars of piss, because you're a gross french guy and you'd probably fuck him instead of continue with getting intel because you clearly do not give a fuck about anything." And spy is agreeing. Thanks for the feed back guys, hopefully my shit will get sexier and more comprehensive as I write more.
>>7 AH! I see. Okay, that IS sort of what I thought was going on at the end, but I wasn't 100% sure. Thanks for clearing that up.
I really like the concept! I think it'd be a little easier to follow, though, and would maybe help with pacing and/or formatting, if you included sounds made not only by mouths. I completely lost my shit at all the BLEEEUGH, though. I don't know if that was deliberate, but I've never heard anyone actually make any sound that could be represented by what you wrote while they puked.
Well. That was diffrent. Pretty fucking funny though.
The first story is TOTALLY MY KINK and I love you for it. Check+ for crazy submissive blowjobs and piss.
>>11 Agreed. TF2 needs more vomit as well.
I stared long and hard at this story, then I laughed my ass off.
All we are are soldiers Ain't a whole lot of us laughin' now The horror of battle, the terror of war We've all seen it, we've seen it before We try to keep it together Soldier just keeps screamin' and we're wondering if he's what becomes of us all, at the end If there is an end The kid just keeps runnin', The men keep drinkin' Smokin' Fuckin' Spyin' Snipin' Killin' Leavin' us knowin' it ain't gettin' any better out here It ain't all it was in the beginin' We all got our own ways, but we're boiling over We're not so much a team as a fire flickerin' beside a dry field We're frustrated We're bored I take back callin' us soldiers We're men. SNIPES. SCOUT! THE FUCK YOU THINK YER DOIN'!? 'OW'D YOU GET IN HERE? WHAT'S THAT? YOU WRITIN' FAGGY POETRY? AW JEZEZ YOU ARE! JEZEZ SNIPEFAG! AT LEAST TRY TO PULL YOUR DICK FROM YOUR ASS! GET THE FECK OUTTA HERE SCOUT! NO ONE INVOITED YOU! WHATCHA GONNA DO ABOUT IT, SNIPEFAG, STICK YOUR DICK DOWN MY THROAT AGAIN? NO, SCOUT, I'M GONNA BLOW YOUR FECKIN' HEAD OFF! HOLYJEEZWE'REONTHESAMETEAM! I'M GIVIN' YOU THE FECKIN' CHANCE TO WALK OUTTA HERE WITH YOUR FECKIN' HEAD ATTACHED TO YOUR FECKIN' SHOULDERS. YOU BETTER FECKIN' TAKE IT! O MY GAD I'M GOIN'! ...'oo 'ave quite de tempehr. I DON'T NEED SOME SNOT NOSED SHIT COMIN' IN HERE AND RUININ' MY PRIVACY! ...HOW THE FUCK DID YOU GET IN? I came trough de door of course. ...Jesus, of course you did. What do you want, Spoih. I jus' wanteed to know 'ow your...Ting dere is coming along. I saw you begin it during de Soldier's speech. It ain't none of yer business. 'Ow strange. I denwanna play yor games, Spoih. Jes let me alone. Bien sûr, mon ami. Bon au revoir pour le moment, le tireur embusqué.
I don't know why I like this 'solely dialogue' aspect, but I do. But I just have to correct your French. I'm sorry. It drives me nuts. Saying 'Bon au revoir' is basically saying 'Good good bye'. Just Au Revoir is sufficient. And Spy would likely not refer to sniper as 'LE tireur embusqué', but simply 'tireur embusqué'. Otherwise, he's saying 'Good bye, the Sniper'. But Kudos on the fact that your grammar was correct on the 'mon ami'. You have NO IDEA how many people fuck that one up, by saying 'ma' instead, or putting an E on the end when they're talking to a boy, etc. And I like the accent you've got going for Spy. Sounds vaguely Quebecois.
@Iz thanks man. I just put a sentence into freetranslations and hoped for the best, hahah. Glad you like the dialogue only thing! I'm thinking of switching it up and doing something sexy with all the proper sentence structure. And I really like Quebecois!Spy. It kind of goes hand in hand with the fact everyone from Quebec is boners.
>>16 So true. And I can say that, because my family has some Quebecois in 'em. But freetranslation sucks. If you want good translations, try wordreference.com. It's much better. (Also, Iz is a lady)