Harry the Unfortunate Fag

Harry was a Fag. His father was Rothmans (fag = cigarette. Now what were you thinking ?). No one knows who his mother was. But he took on his father's name...Harry Rothman.

Harry had a big family, but they were all gone now. He was alone in his house. He had never stepped out. But he did notice a peculiar thing. Whenever he saw one of his family members leave, he never saw them come back. That struck him as rather odd. But he stopped worrying about it now. Too much thinking hurt poor Harry's head.

But one day...the roof of Harry's house opened. Now Harry did start thinking. In fact, he started worrying !! He knew there was a good probability that he would not come back !! "Holy Smokes !", Harry shouted, but there was no one to hear him.

So, Harry found himself being wrapped by two rather chubby extremities. He found himself being lifted, slowly. Then, he saw light. All around. "Wow!", Harry thought to himself. For him, this was a brilliant sight, as he had never seen anything except more fags (his family), and the white, plain lining of his house. But this was a whole new world !! For one, brief moment, Harry stopped worrying about not coming back.

Then...just as the awe of his new environment was enveloping him, he saw something that chilled his spine (in fact, he was mostly spine). He saw, approaching towards him, or rather, him approaching towards it, a colossal mountain of pink. Surrounding that mountain was a huge white forest. And in between that pink, was a gaping hole. In that hole he could see white pillars, which seemed to have been tarnished to a fading brown. And beyond the pillars, he swore he saw a massive pink beast, moving chaotically up and down and left and right. "Holy Smokes!", Harry shouted, for now he was truly convinced he would not return.

Harry found his head getting stuck inside those giant pink mountains, and felt a watery goo envelope him. "Yuck", Harry said. "This is gross !!". But it didn't matter. His head was stuck, and he couldn't see his remaining body. But suddenly, he started noticing that his feet were getting very warm. Hot even !! "Oh no !!", Harry shouted, for he had never experienced this sensation before, but he was sure he didn't like it, and didn't care to experience it again (if there ever would be an again).

It was done. Harry was sure. His legs were on fire. The burning took its toll. Every now and then, Harry swore he felt his head explode; as if something terrible was escaping it. But just as he was about to get over that, he found himself enveloped in a putrid mass of smoke. "Oh God ! This is worse than death !!". But oh dear...Harry couldn't do anything !! He was stuck !!

Slowly, the fiery sensation reached up to Harry's arse. Harry certainly didn't like it, especially since he never knew he had an arse. And now, not only did he discover he had an arse, his arse was on fire, and he would never get to enjoy having an arse. So that certainly pissed Harry off a bit.

The fires moved on. Harry could feel his doom come nearer and nearer. But then suddenly, Harry felt something grab his neck, and check him out. In a flash, Harry found himself flying across air at amazing speed. "Huh ?" is all that Harry could manage before his flight of fancy ended near the corner of a garbage can. Harry couldn't believe it!! He was alive !! But barely !! A small flame burnt, slowly creeping up to him. Only his head, and a miniscule portion of his neck remained. What brief hope he got was now replaced with a slow and agaonising death. "Oh God, if only someone could come and blow this flame away!!" Harry prayed and prayed. He prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed. And he prayed even more.

And he prayed...