Captain Underpants Puppets Novels & Stories

He was supposed to be my teammate, my responsibility as captain, but right now, looking down at him, all I wanted to do was pin him against the glass and wipe that arrogant smile right off his face. "You're in my way, Captain," Jules panted, his voice dripping with that fake innocence that always made my jaw tick. He pushed his helmet up, running a gloved hand through his sweat-dampened hair, completely unfazed by the fact that I was towering over him. "Unless you're planning to ask me out, you need to back off." I leaned in closer, letting him feel the sheer size of me, letting him smell the sweat and the cold air clinging to my jersey.

I slide over to her putting the dummy in her mouth, which makes the small guy shout once again. "What are you doing?!" He shouts towards me, I hold my hands up in surrender once again, last time I try to help someone. "I was just helping the baby," I mutter, does this guy need to show us he's tough even with his size? The taller guy pulls Rick over the counter and to the floor to join our group, he proceeds to pace around the shop floor for a little while, his eyes looking over the group than down and something in his hands, from afar it looked like a little photo that you could fit in your wallet.

His voice sounded like he was in terrible, physical pain. Oliver frowned. He looked at the drunk hockey captain in total confusion. "Stop you from what?" Oliver asked. "What is wrong with you?!" Alexander breathed heavily. His chest rose and fell fast. Suddenly, he grabbed Oliver’s right wrist. His grip was tight and incredibly hot. He pulled Oliver’s hand down. He forced Oliver's palm flat against the front of his own dark blue silk pants. Oliver gasped loudly. His eyes went huge. Right under the thin silk, Alexander was completely, rock hard. The thick, hot bulge pushed heavily against Oliver’s palm. The heavy heat burned right through the expensive fabric. It was a massive, demanding tent

He looked as if he was about to soil his pants as he whimpered like a beaten dog, "I, I'm sorry, my lady! Please, mercy, my lady!" The rest of the troop were all mages of the Nascent Soul Realm, but none of them dared to utter a word. Xiao Chen gave a loud snort and tossed the captain down on the ground like a sack of manure. The captain scrambled to his feet, relieved that he was spared of any punishment, exclaiming at the top of his voice, "Take all the time you need, my lady! All the time you need!"

“Thank you. I’m so proud to have a daughter who can give performance reviews before eight in the morning.” “Daddy’s not mean.” “He’s never seen you pour glitter into an air-conditioning vent.” “It was an experiment.” “It was a crime.” Poppy took a sip of milk, her green eyes watching me through her bangs like I was some junior employee who still didn’t understand the company vision. “Daddy calls me Captain.” “Because he wants his life ruined in creative ways.” “Captain is good.” “Captain is good on a boat. At home, Captain Poppy uses Barbie as a hostage so she doesn’t have to eat carrots.”

"Open your eyes and look carefully! That's our captain! The Pirate Queen!" Hank's legs gave out as he collapsed on the deck while Winnie's phone slipped from her hand again and it fell on the deck with a clatter. She kept shaking her head, her words all over the place. "No... There's absolutely no way that's true! If she's the Pirate Queen, then why would she wash our underwear and take out our trash every day?!" I walked over to Kaplan's sofa and sat down, crossing my legs. Kaplan immediately scrambled over on his hands and knees and used his sleeve to wipe the dust off the tip of my boots.

Using a scared victim for his pleasure but he didn’t care. Captain stepped back to admire his work: the way her arms looked stretched forward and bound together, like a captive in supplication; the way her feet laid flat on the carpet; the way her ass was displayed and at his disposal. He came back to her, lifting the hem of her skirt with one finger. “This shows an awful lot, little slut. Do you know how many men would want to fuck you like this?” The poor girl stared at him over the curve of her shoulder with tears cascading down her face.

"Everyone is mesmerized by them and I found them quite disturbing." "Disturbing?" "Yes, like, they're yellow... and why some have two eyes and some just one? Why can't they properly talk? And they are actually bad, do people realize that?" He snorted. "They're from an animated movie." "So? You've asked for an ugly thing." "Okay, so minions are 'disturbing' and yet you like that." Nate pointed the puppy and I hugged it tighter, smiling somewhat teasingly. "I love him. Stuffed toys are the only animals I tolerate."