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All in the Life of a Loud	By : AberrantScript Category: +G through L > The Loud House Views: 11493 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own The Loud House and make no money off this work of fiction.

Chapter List
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Author's Notes:
Here's a bunch of little prompts I fulfilled for /TLHG/ on 4chan. Just like with everything else in this collection, there's a bit of everything. Tread carefully.
By the way, I know my titles for these suck. I'm sorry~
Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2019)
Living the Dream
Pink hair, matted and cloaked in grime.
Bruised eyes staring at blood on the ground.
A cut wrist clenched tightly to a stomach.
A pair of swollen, blackened lips coughing, sputtering.
Vile, foul waste spews onto the ground, droplets of pale blood falling in their midst.
Bloodshot eyes, swollen and beaten, stare into a puddle of vomit.
Somehow seeing her sister.
Her parents.
Her friends.
The vision lasts but a second, and then another volley of bile claims the dirt.
A tear falls down a bloodied cheek.
Two hands struggle to hold up her weight.
Fingers splayed over bruised, bleeding thighs… smeared with fluids not her own.
A glass bottle smashes the ground beside her leg.
She turns her eyes upward.
Another man approaches.
The once well-known singer is pushed backward, her spine crushed against a sharp rock.
He has his way with her, even as she chokes on her own vomit, her own despair.
When he's done, he's given a knife.
Her stomach, bare and vulnerable, reveals a long string of tally marks.
He dips the blade in just as countless have down before, and leaves his conquest in her once beautiful skin.
Permanently.
The searing pain of being branded.
A whore.
A failure.
It wakes the young girl up.
Luna silently screams, she shakes, she grips her blankets tightly to her chest.
She looks around, expecting to see the crowd of faceless men and women awaiting to use the body of a washed up music reject.
Instead, she finds herself cold and shivering…
Slowly, she crawls to her ladder.
She climbs down.
She's careful not to wake Luan up, but she needs someone…
Her sister.
She holds onto her tight, her tears getting lost forever inside her younger sis' warm embrace.
Lunch Date With Mr. Worldwide
Lucy was waiting for her lunch date.
Some internet creepo that finally agreed to hook up with her.
Apparently he loved everything she did.
He loved Pretty Pretty Pegasus.
He loved going to emo poetry clubs in shady corners in damp alleyways.
He dressed in black and white suits, always wearing dark shades.
That's what he told Lucy anyway.
And the eight year old, desperate for romance and love, was just young and gullible enough to believe.
So, imagine her surprise when she gets to their date locale.
Some dingy shop full of questionable artifacts and exotic spellbooks.
And her date isn't an eight year old redhead like she was expecting.
He was an adult motherfucker that looked like a Howie Mandel knockoff with a a pair of orange tint aviators.
Fuck.
This man was a pedophile.
God, Lucy had the worst luck…
Which was normally a good thing in her bad perspective, but-
Yeah, ok, she wasn't gonna hang around with this fuck ass deadbeat egotistical loser like a fresh piece of prisonbait loli.
She went to the nearest phone, called the cops, reported a rape, and watched as a half dozen cops gangraped that bitch.
She never caught his name either, but she was pretty sure it'd be something completely autistic, too.
Like Mr. Worldwide.
Pffft.
What a loser.
Greatest Magic Trick
Was Luan sure she wanted to perform the greatest magic trick ever?
Yes.
Yes, she was.
Was she sure she was going to perform it on the forty year old father of her school friend, Maggie?
Yes.
Yes, she was.
Was she sure she was going to make her own virginity disappear in front of a crowd of her friends, their parents, and even Lincoln?
Oh, God, fucking yes!
"Harder!"
She screamed, making the crowd burn and coo.
The man was holding her small frame up in the air, in the middle of a stage.
Her legs were bent back to her chest. Her arms pinned at her sides.
And her pussy was impaled on his dick from below.
She was basically suspended mid-air on his thick meaty cock, and her moans let the whole block of houses know that she was loving every second of it.
But, you know how Luan's jokes normally go.
It doesn't end without someone getting a cream pie.
But in a strange turn of events…
Luan not only got the biggest creampie she'd ever seen in her life…
But she got it straight to her pussy.
And instead of being upset, she hooked her finger at the next man in her line of sight.
And begged him to perform a magic trick on her pussy, too.
Sisters and Pets
Lola walked into her shared room with a frown on her face.
Lana was sitting on the floor, her butt in the air, her frantic voice calling out for her snake.
It was annoying. How much noise one six year old could make. How many countless hours of beauty sleep were lost due to Lana and her pets.
But something seemed different… off…
Lana pulled back, and her eyes looked haunted.
Lola's frown deepened.
She walked closer.
Lana's shaking hand tugged something out from under her bed.
Her snake?
Lola didn't understand what the-
His neck was crushed.
His head hanging limply from her twin sister's hand.
Lola gasped before she realized she'd made the noise.
Lana's eyes clenched tight and she curled down into a ball.
Lola watched her sister, listened to her begin to scream and cry in pain.
She walked her way over to the grieving girl, and sat down beside her.
Wordless, she wrapped her arms around Lana, and closed her own eyes.
She may have hated that snake…
But she loved Lana.
And as she felt the pain rattle Lana to the very core, her own tears began to fall.
But she couldn't do a single thing to help her sister…
Except hold her, and love her, and let her know that she was still there.
That night they did something they hadn't done in a long time.
Cuddling in the same bed; as inseparable as they were in their mother's womb.
Cheerleader
Maggie stared into the mirror with a frown on her face.
Sighing, she took out a hairband and tied her long locks into a ponytail.
Pursing her lips, she stripped herself of her clothing and donned the accursed attire of a cheerleader.
The red and white colors of her school draped across her pale skin, so revealing, so… vulnerable.
She was allowed to wear high socks, to cover more of her leg, but other than that she was screwed.
Her midriff was exposed, her top had a low neckline, and her skirt was so short a casual wind would reveal the school-issued panties beneath to literally everyone that walked by.
How could anyone enjoy this?
It's so… different.
So vile.
So unlike herself that she may as well have-
Her eyes blinked, and she considered it for a moment.
She stared harder into the mirror.
And she smiled.
So alien, so foreign…
The girl in the mirror looked like her, but also didn't.
Almost like a ghost that had invaded her own body.
Almost as if…
She'd put on a mask.
Became a new person.
Hidden her true self deeply inside a character for the world to focus on.
Her smile grew wider as she walked out the locker room, and onto the field.
No one recognized her.
No one remembered who Maggie was.
But they knew this person.
They would remember Mags, the girl with a bright smile.
The girl that made the highest jumps.
The girl that cheered her team on even after a crushing victory.
The girl that could not be crushed by the loathing depression and anxiety swelling inside her breast.
But when night came, she returned to the locker.
She looked into the mirror.
And like flipping a switch, she yanked her clothes off, the hair thing, the socks…
And her smile fell.
Panties
Lincoln had nine pairs of panties in his backpack.
He only needed one more to be able to join the coolest gang in the whole school!
But first he had to get a pair from his oldest sister, Lori.
You see, he didn't have much trouble getting some from Leni. He just waited for her to take a shower, walked in and talked to her, asked for a pair, she gave them to him without a second though… and then the boy got a free show as she walked back to her room, completely naked and dripping with hot water.
Mmm, damn, was that a good show. Wew.
Some were not so easy to obtain, however.
He had to wait for Luan and Luna to head out to a joint gig; some rock comedy routine they'd been working on for weeks. And then, he raided their drawers.
He didn't get out of their without a black eye from a booby trap, tho. A shame said booby trap was a spring-loaded boxing glove hidden inside one of Luan's bras. Fuck you, Luan. We get it, and it wasn't funny, bitch.
The younger girls were easier. He only had to swipe their panties from the laundry basket.
For Lucy, he actually received the shock of his life when he found hers waiting for him one night. Laying on his pillow with a dark rose beside it.
Gulp. Best not to think about whatever that's supposed to mean…
And Lynn was the hardest. But, let's not talk about that. He still had a hairline fraction in his left rib bone from when she caught up sniffing around her dirty laundry.
Lori was saved for last because he expected hers to be the hardest.
As crazy and strong as she was, single-handedly able to protect a phone charger from her entire family in a bloody deathmatch…
Oh god, if he wasn't careful, she wouldn't just make him into a human pretzel.
She'd rip him into bite-sized pieces and dip him into sauce and munch on his death body.
Fuck… why did that kinda sound a little hot?
NO! Lincoln, you might be a fucking pervert, but GOD have some class, will you?
Pfft, it's not like you're going to open the door to Lori and Leni's room and-
A-a-and see the two sisters leaning back on Lori's blue sheets…
W-wearing their flimsy nighties…
H-hooking their fingers at him; Leni beckoning him to come forward; Lori holding a free pair of her lacy lingerie for him to collect.
"Oh, Lincy," Lori's smooth voice washed over his blushing ears. "I heard you're collecting our underwear to join a club at school."
He nodded shakily.
Leni giggled, "Well~ Wouldn't you rather join a different club?"
He approached, his legs weak and jelly-like…
His hands touched the bed, his knees crawling toward his oldest sisters.
Lori's hand reached out and cupped his cheek, pulled him toward her breasts like a puppet on a string.
"Wouldn't you rather be a part of your sisters' special club, little brother?"
Leni's arms circled him from behind, pushing his face closer to Lori's painted rose red lips.
"Wouldn't you rather play with us, Lincy?" she breathed into his ear, her tongue flicking his lobe.
Lori smirked as she tossed the lingerie aside.
"All you need to do to join…"
Her dark blue eyes connecting with his, drawing him under a spell.
"…is give your sister a kiss. Can you do that, Lincoln?"
Her thumb pressed across his bottom lip, her eyes darted down at his mouth before flicking back up to his stunned eyes.
"Kiss me."
Mating Season
Lincoln is sleeping alone in his bed.
He's waiting for his sisters to maul him.
It's peak mating season at the Loud House.
The scent of pheromones is strong in the air.
He waits, and waits, and waits.
Eventually he falls asleep.
The next day, he goes out into the hallway.
Lori is there holding a bag, handing everyone six years old and up a little container.
"Hey, what's going on?"
Lori turns and glares at him.
"Oh, nothing much, Lin-coln. Just every single one of your sisters woke up with your boycum oozing out of their vaginas. So now we're trying to figure out how many of us are pregnant with your babies."
His heart stops.
He never visited any of them last night.
Thirty minutes later, he's surrounded by eight sisters and eight positive tests.
Across town, Ronnie Anne is sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal.
She can feel the ache in her lower back from where she'd bred each one of her boyfriend's viable sisters.
She remembers each mare that she fucked a baby into.
Leni was her favorite whore.
She hopes she gave the ditzy blonde twins.
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