Tralala Captain Underpants Novels & Stories

I mean i have read that werewolves tend more towards their animalistic nature than humanity but witnessing it firsthand was damn creepy. “Why are you staring at the captain like that Fatso?” Gale’s rude voice interrupted my thoughts. I took to steps backward sinking into my role play. I cleared my throat using my most masculine voice, I turned to face Killan and spoke. “Captain please make me a Forward, I do better as one than as a defenseman.” It came, what I had feared and hated! The mockery laughter, “Argh! Argh! Argh! Argh!” The two men laughed like I was a toddler seeking their love.

My nipples grew bigger and hardened under my touch. “Ah, Fuck, Yes” I moaned slightly to avoid attention. I increased my pace as I fondled my already hard nipples making them turn a bright pink. “ahhhhh, yes ohh my Fuck” I moaned loudly regretting why I hadn’t brought my vibrator on my death mission. Suddenly the door to my suite opened. I didn’t turn around immediately, thinking it was just another faceless servant bringing a tray of food I wouldn’t eat. “I told you, I’m not hungry,” I snapped, raising my head to lock eyes with whoever it was.

He turned back with the particular body language of someone who has been holding something and has decided this is the moment to put it down. He looked at me. He smirked. “I guessed we all need a new captain.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I rolled my eyes and was about to walk him through the power points of a backhand flick when my hand slipped and hit the sticker beside it. A "Peppa Pig bawling her eyes out" sticker went through. My stomach dropped. It was a sticker I used all the time on my main account, totally at odds with the cold, ruthless tactics-genius image of IceTyrant. The other end went silent for a full minute. "Master... did you get hacked?" I quickly hit unsend. "My cat stepped on it." "So even a legend like you keeps a cat! That's adorable! I'm buying you the best cat treats money can buy and shipping them tomorrow!"

I replied softly and he grinned before shoving his fingers down my pants. “Rhea!” A voice called out my name but I ignored it. “Rhea, if you're not down in ten seconds I swear…” My eyes snapped right open as I immediately turned off the vibrator in my hand. “Fucking hell” I muttered with a frustrated groan before shoving my vibrator into the secret compartment under my bed that my mother had no idea of. Once again, I had failed at getting an orgasm. No matter how hard I tried, I could never get aroused.

What was telling me wasn’t funny at all, it sounded traumatic yet he seemed to be choking with held-up laughter. He shook his head as the amusement in his eyes intensified. Curiosity rose within me as I wanted to know what was so funny he couldn’t say it in front of a lady. “Don’t say, I didn’t warn you,” he said raising his finger. “Try me,” I replied wiggling my brows playfully. “I haven’t told you what distracted me,” he said and then a smile got plastered on his perfectly carved face as he resumed narrating. “The captain of my team refused to quit eating dumplings last night despite all our warnings. During the training this morning, with each squat and jump he did, he kept on farting!”

Annika promised the skipper. Annika was thrilled to be sitting by his side; she was curious about what was on his computer, so the captain opened the albums on his computer and showed her some images. "This is me when I was a baby," Captain said, displaying his cutest baby photographs. He was a small fat baby with the grayest eyes and red lips pink infant you'll ever see. "I seem like a little piggy here, don't I?" the skipper jokes about his newborn photographs. Annika's response: "I want a kid like that!" laughing! "Oh, be cautious what you say, ha! ha! ha!" the captain says in response to her jokes.

Vivi stayed on the edge at first, but Theo handed her a slice and Finn teased Asher mercilessly about “painting dates.” “Captain’s gone soft,” Finn laughed. “But we like her.” Asher pulled Vivi onto the couch beside him. His arm stayed around her shoulders. For a few hours, the sabotage felt distant. But Delphine ruined it. Late that night, after everyone left, Vivi’s phone lit up. A new post from an anonymous account: more old sketches mixed with the leaked one of Asher. The caption read: “Captain distracted by damaged goods? Exhibition preview looks weak.” Attached was a fake review mocking her series as “rehashed trauma.”

I shifted, trying not to draw attention, but my eyes kept scanning. Near the stage, the debate team captain, usually so polished in his suits, was on his knees between two members of the swim team. Their speedos were still on under open tux jackets, but their cocks were out, heavy and wet, slapping against his cheeks as he tried to take both heads at once. His lips stretched obscenely wide, tongue flicking desperately between them while they gripped his hair and laughed. Cum from an earlier load already painted his forehead like a crown. One of the swimmers reached down and shoved two fingers into the captain’s ass without warning, making him choke and push back like a slut in heat.

Aaron stalked forward and stared down into Knox's face when he came to a halt right on his toes. "Did it stimulate your taste buds? Mess with your mind?" Aaron's hands lifted as if it was aiming to touch Knox's face but he slapped it away and stepped out of the man's offensive pressure. He snarled then opted to ignore him then shifted on his heels towards the phone. He reached for it but he halted right as his fingers touched the screen. The shock was so overwhelming from the picture that none of them registered that this was their captain, giving them a show of his privates, a full-on nude. It was obscene.