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Fifty Shades of Gas - Romance Route

By Surgeus

When Ukrainian went to work, drank gorilka, ate bacon and turned into a ball, he encounters gas who is brilliant, beautiful and intimidating. The unworldly, innocent ball is startled to realize he wants this gas and, despite its enigmatic reserve, finds he is desparate to get close to it. Unable to resist the ball's quiet beauty, wit and independent spirit, gas admits it wants him too - but on its own terms.

Shocked yet thrilled by the gas' singular erotic tastes, the ball hesitates. For all the trappings of its success, the gas is something tormented by demons and consumed by the need to control. When the two embark on a daring, passionately physical affair, the ball discovers the gas' secrets and explores its own dark desires.

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Category: Characters, Secrets, Story or Lore

Languages: English

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14 Jan, 2022 @ 2:06pm

14 Jan, 2022 @ 2:07pm

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Guide Index

Overview

How-To

Example

Conclusion

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How-To

Use imagination!

Example

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I blurt out. Holy crap - I just said that out loud?

Its valve quirks up in what could be interpreted as half a smile, and it peers down at me.

"No, Ukrainian ball. I don't do the boyfriend thing," it says softly.

Oh. What does that mean? For a moment I think it's going to follow up with some explanation, some clue to this cryptic statement - but it doesn't. I have to go. I have to reassemble my thoughts. I have to get away from it. I roll forward, and I hit the W key too hard, stumbling headlong into a tree.

"♥♥♥♥, Ukrainian ball!" the gas cries. With its powers, it tugs me back so hard that I roll back into it.

It all happens so fast - one minute I'm rolling, the next I'm held against it tightly to its canister. I inhale it's clean, wholesome scent. It smells of expensive gas.

"Are you okay?" it whispers. My breath hitches. It's basically staring into my eye, and I hold its anxious, burning gaze for a moment, or maybe it's forever... but eventually, my attention is drawn to its beautiful valve. And for the first time in twenty-one years, I want to be kissed.

Conclusion

See? Easy!

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