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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1
By : Firewalk
Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers
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Bart Simpson awoke to a strange slapping noise coming from outside his room. Last night he'd had the weirdest dream. He'd been hit by a car, then woken up in a hospital eighteen years later. Smiling he, remembering the bit of the dream where he'd blasted his load over Jessica Rabbit's face. The slapping noise continued outside and Bart resigned himself to getting up.
Opening his eyes he looked around the hospital room, “Ah fuck,” he cursed.
Sitting bolt upright, he looked around the room. Throwing down his bed sheets revealed he was nearly a full foot taller than he remembered and wearing a hospital gown. His mind raced, desperately trying to figure out what was going on.
He might be dead, or in a coma, maybe it was a parallel universe. He had no idea. Thinking back, Jessica Rabbit's tit's had definitely felt real. When he pinched his arm, it hurt. The slapping coming from outside sounded real enough.
Wondering what the hell that fleshy noise was, he hopped out of his bed. He crept to the door and poked his head out, seeing a small office area with a desk.
The Hello Nurse from Animaniacs, was bent over the desk clearly being ridden from behind. She looked right at him with heavily mascaraed eyes and a bored expression. Her big creamy white breasts bounced back and forth as someone ploughed into her rear end.
When she didn't react to his presence, Bart crept further out of the door. He peered round to see who she was being fucked by. Behind her, his face dripping with sweat, Dr Hartman from Family Guy was pounding steadily into her.
“You like that don't you? You dirty slut,” he panted.
“Oh yes, you are incredible,” she droned back, in an unconvincing monotone.
Bart was trying to think of something witty to say, when a voice hissed.
“Don't you dare.” Looking round he saw a second boy, Steve Smith from American Dad, crouched in another doorway.
“Just keep your mouth shut and enjoy the show,” Steve whispered, filming the action on his phone.
Hartman gave the Hello Nurse a loud slap on the ass. “Get up on the desk,” he told her “I want you on top now.”
“Anything you want baby,” she replied, in the same blank monotone.
Hartman climbed onto the table first. He lay down on his back, his big fat belly spilling out in every direction. The Hello Nurse mounted the doctor, found his erection amongst the flab and guided it inside herself. Then, still facing Bart, she began pulsing up and down mechanically.
“Oh god yes,” she said almost yawning “You are so good.”
Dr Hartman's grunts slowly got faster and Hello Nurse matched his pace, squeezing her tit's together and pinching her nipples as she fucked him.
“How you doing down there baby?” she asked casually.
“Don't stop, I'm nearly there,” the doctor panted. Out of breath, in spite of the fact the nurse was doing all the work.
“Where do you want to cum baby?” she asked “It's extra for on my face.”
“I'm good for it,” Hartman assured her.
He pushed her off and clambered clumsily down from the desk. In no particular hurry, Hello Nurse climbed down after him and got to her knees. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue. Hartman furiously wanked above her face, his own turning bright red with the exertion.
“Here you go,” Hartman cried, erupting onto the nurse's waiting face.
Most of his thick jizz went over her tongue and into her open mouth. One long string flew up over her nose and across one heavily mascaraed eye.
At the exact same time as he blew his load, Hartman looked up and saw the two boys watching him
“What the?” he stammered, “What the hell are you doing here?”
“Um,” Bart thought desperately, “I didn't do it.”
“Orderly” Hartman bellowed, “Get these two out of here.”
“Oh no” Steve grimaced, “Not this again.”
“Don't have a cow” Bart started, but a huge hairy hand wrapped round his entire body and threw him into a wheelchair.
A gigantic hairy Gorilla in a tight fitting nurses uniform had appeared from nowhere. It tossed Steve over one massive shoulder and grabbed a-hold of the wheelchair, pushing it away at break-neck speed.
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The hospital went by in a blur as the giant simian rushed the boys through endless corridors. Brief glimpses of the rooms passed by like a crazed sex-filled slide show.

In one he swore he saw Penelope Pitstop, her legs spread wide, masturbating with a vibrator in the shape of her car.
Another was populated entirely by Smurfs, all crowded round Smurfettee. The lone girl had blue cocks penetrating her from every direction. Her face and blue breasts were soaked in sweat and bright blue semen.
He thought he saw Nurse Joy from Pokemon giving electro shock therapy to a topless Lola Bunny. The cartoon rabbit was strapped down to a hospital bed, with crocodile clips hooking her furry nipples up to a car battery.
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Daylight blinded Bart and the wheelchair was outside the hospital. The gorilla stopped so suddenly that he was thrown through the air and straight into the open door of a taxi.
“Careful you,” he started to shout. But again was cut short, as Steve landed on top of him.
Both boys ended up in a knot of limbs on the back seat of the taxi. The taxi lurched forward while the boys were still trying frantically to disentangle themselves. The hospital disappeared behind them in the rear view mirror.
“Hi, I'm Steve,” Steve introduced himself, when they were finally disengaged.
“Bart Simpson,” Bart replied, pointedly not taking Steve's proffered hand.
“Cool,” Steve said nervously, lowering the hand, as if nothing awkward had happened.
“So you're a peeping tom?” Bart asked.
“No, no, no my good man,” Steve said putting on a lofty voice, “I am a pornographer.”
“Good for you,” Bart shrugged.
“It's great,” Steve babbled on, acting like Bart had shown an interest. “I film people having sex and I sell the footage online. One day soon I'll be a millionaire.”
Bart thought about this for a moment, “Why don't you just film yourself fucking?”
“Because no one will...” Steve started but slowly drifted off and turned to look out the window.
Bart took the opportunity to look out of the other window and his jaw dropped. It was like he was in another world. He recognised many of the buildings, but the streets were punctuated by strange new additions. They passed medieval castles, futuristic tower blocks and even piles of rock that had to be straight from the Flintstones.
“Holly shit,” Bart whistled, “We ain't in Springfield any more Toto.”
“I know,” Steve nodded, “It's weird, but you get used to it.”
“What the fuck happened?” Bart asked curiously.
“They called it the big smoosh,” Steve explained “Some sort of mega disaster, that smooshed a whole bunch of realities together.”
"You're talking bull,” Bart told him dismissively.
Before Steve could say anything else the taxi screeched to a halt and Bart realised he was outside his home.
“See ya around loser,” he shouted to Steve, jumping out the taxi. He looked 171 Evergreen Terrace up and down.
“Ah fuck,” he cursed.
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The Simpsons family home had gotten even crappier. The lawn was over-grown, the gutters were hung off the roof and half the windows were boarded up. A gust of wind reminded Bart he was still only wearing a hospital gown and he hurried down the path towards the front door.
“Welcome home Bart,” Marge shouted as soon as he was through the door. She ran up and hugged him tight to her. She must have just been in the shower because she was only wearing a fluffy white robe. His face was pressed between her big tits and his hands automatically reached round touching her ass.
“Bart,” she reprimanded him lightly, standing up.
“Oh good your home,” Lisa said, sarcasm dripping from her tone. She stood at the foot of the stairs, oddly also wearing a thick white robe. Bart did notice both of them seemed to be wearing strange mesh socks, but he dismissed it. It had been a weird day.
“Good to see you too sis,” Bart shot back, wondering what the pair were up to.
“Ignore your sister,” Marge told him, still grinning at the sight of him. “We've had a tough time of it without your father, but your finally home.”
“Wait,” Bart said looking around, “Where is old chrome dome?”
“Um,” Marge hesitated.
“He left us,” Lisa told him bluntly. “And Maggie had to move in with Patty and Selma, because we couldn't afford to look after her.”
“Jesus,” Bart swore “I'm sorry”.
“It's OK,” Marge assured him “We did what we had to do and got by.” Suddenly she looked anxious, “Look Bart, I'm really sorry but we have something very important to do. If you go up to your room I've left some new clothes out for you. Oh and I got you a coming home present.”
“Um OK. I suppose,” Bart said, feeling very confused as his Mum shepherded him towards the stairs.
“Don't hurry back,” Lisa told his coldly as he passed.
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His Mum had said they'd left his room like it was. That wasn't quite true, they'd left it to rot.
Thick layers of dust covered everything, somehow all the shelves had collapsed on themselves and the wallpaper hung off the walls. On the bright side the present his mother had mentioned turned out to be a new phone. It lay on top of a red T shirt and pair of blue short, new clothes indeed.
Downstairs there was a loud knock at the door, followed by hissed voices. Bart rushed over to put his ear to his own door.
There was something weird going on with his Mum and Lisa. A series of footsteps lead upstairs, ending next door in Lisa's room.
Moving over to the adjoining wall Bart put his ear against it. The second he touched it, a long damp strip of wall paper peeled off, falling to the floor. Seeing a thin streak of light, Bart quickly and quietly pulled off more of the paper. He soon revealed a seizable peep hole into his sisters room..
Putting his eye to the new hole he saw Lisa and Marge at the bottom of Lisa's bed. They were still in their robes, talking to someone he recognised even from behind.
“So Krusty,” his Mum said to the clown “What can we do for you today?”
As if her words were a rehearsed cue, she and Lisa let their robes fall to the floor. Bellow both women wore matching fishnet body stockings, Marge's Blue and Lisa's red. The mesh material covered their whole bodies except for two strategic gaps to expose their breasts and pussies.
From the moment he'd clapped eyes on his Mum, Bart had noticed her breasts were bigger. In the flesh though, they were like humongous yellow balloons, crowned with large dark yellow nipples.
Lisa's were big and impossibly pert but nothing compared to their mother's. Running his eyes further down he saw Marge had a neatly shaven Blue pubic triangle where-as Lisa was clean shaven.
Bart wasn't sure what was more surprising, the sight of his mother and sister, or the near instantaneous erection that pooped clean out of his hospital gown.
“Today I'd like it, like a Chinese Olympian,” Krusty said, pulling down his over sized comedy pants. He waited a long moment for a reaction from the pair.
Marge and Lisa just put their hands on their hips and stated at him.
“I'll have it short and fast,” he finished a little crest fallen “Like a Chinese. Oh screw it, just get on your knee's whore's.”
“Fifteen minutes is twenty dollars,” Marge informed him. Both women moved over to the clown, kneeling down in front of him.
“Whatever,” he said, pulling out his cock, which was for some reason also painted pale white.
He slapped his pale prick on Marge's face a few times. Not just happy to let him degrade her like this, she stuck out her tongue so he could rub his cock all over it. On what would have been the fifth slap she rose up suddenly and expertly caught the pale penis in her mouth. She started sucking the clown, letting out fake moans of appreciation for the meat in her mouth.
The moment her mother went high, Lisa went low, sucking the clowns balls and tickling them with the tip of her tongue. The two moved in a practised synchronicity, which said they'd been doing this for some time.
Bart was shocked. Shocked at the fact his mother and sister were whores. But even more shocked that they were such cheap whores. Twenty dollars for both of them, that was an absolute bargain. Most of all though, he was shocked that he had his cock in his hand and was wanking furiously.
After a couple minutes the girls switched and Lisa took the cock in her mouth. She sucked mechanically, with little enthusiasm. Marge seemed to try to make up for this by whispering dirty talk up to Krusty
“Yeah,” she said. “Fill that slutty eighteen year old mouth up with your fat cock.”
“What's the best part of a blowjob?” Krusty asked her.
“I don't know,” she indulged the clown.
“Five minutes of peace and quiet.”
At that Marge stopped her dirty talk and the clown started switching between the two women's faces in rapid succession. At first he just tapped each one's head so they knew it was their turn. The closer to cumming he got, the more forceful he became.
Soon he was grabbing each woman's hair and forcing them down onto his cock. By the end he was full on face fucking each of them in short brutal blasts. Each time he switched long strings of saliva were pulled up from the girls throats, which dripped down messily onto their tits.
Bart suddenly remembered the phone and darted over to the bed. It took him seconds to turn it on and find the camera, which he instantly set to video mode. It was tough getting both his eye and the camera lens over the hole, but he managed it.
Lisa and Marge let the clown use their faces as roughly as he wanted. Lisa glared daggers at him when it wasn't her turn, but opened her mouth obediently as soon as he pulled her over.
“Stupid fucking whore's,” Krusty announced eventually.
He pulled his cock out of Lisa's mouth and pointed it straight at Marge's Face. She didn't have time to get into any sexy position and the cum splattered squarely in the centre of her unsuspecting face. Her eyes closed far too late as his juices blinded her, pooling in her eye sockets, before running down to her open mouth.
“You could have given her some warning,” Lisa growled looking at her blinded mother.
“Yeah sorry about that,” Krusty lied unconvincingly. He pulled up his pants and smiled coldly.
“How about you help her out and lick her face clean?” he added with a cold smile.
“Hell no,” Lisa shot back defiantly, “You've got what you wanted from us, now go.”
“He hasn't paid yet,” Marge hissed through gritted teeth, her eye's still tightly shut and face coated in cum.
Lisa glared even more hatefully at Krusty, but reluctantly took a hold of her Mother's face. She visibly gritted herself, then started to lap up every last drop of the clown's cum.
“Good little whore,” Krusty chuckled, walking out the room. He threw a green note over his shoulder, “I'll see you the same time next week.”
Bart had blown his own load at the same time as Krusty and moved away from the hole, flopping down onto his bed. His mind was completely overloaded. He was now eighteen years old. He wasn't sure what this new, weird ass world, really was. His Mum and Sister had turned into a pair of utter whores. In spite of all of this the cogs in his brain were spinning.
As long as he was stuck here, he might as well enjoy himself.
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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1	By : Firewalk Category: -Misc Cartoons > Crossovers Views: 16183 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Simpsons Sex Universe Series 1