Being a completely fictional alternate ending, graciously provided by Marriedman.

The next day I felt astonishingly depressed. I couldn't put my finger on why, but something was definitely wrong. As the day moved on I felt myself getting more and more upset. What was this? Why was I feeling this way? Finally at around eight I decided that I'd had enough of this. No matter what was going on, it wasn't ok for me to feel like this. So I did the first thing that came naturally to me. I went into my room, shut my door, and pulled out my fishiecock. I started to play with it when I had a sudden urge to see some naked ass. I put my fishiebird back in my pants and hopped in my Escort (yes, I drive a Ford). I knew where I wanted to go, but I also knew that I needed some cash. So I stopped by the 7-11 to use their ATM and buy a slurpee. After I got my cash, I went by the magazine rack. I usually do this to see if there are any new porn mags out. I scanned the rack and noticed a newer magazine, I picked it up and when I saw what it was I immediately ejaculated all over the magazine. There was a hole in my trousers where the burst took place, and the entire convenience store was staring at me. I of course, had to pay for the magazine, since I had creamed all over it. It was quite embarrassing purchasing the premier edition of "Pokemyhontas," the new Native American Porn magazine.

After I made my purchase, I jumped into my Escort and peeled out of the parking lot. I needed to think, I needed to figure out what just happened. It couldn't be. I know that I have no attraction to her. I decided that going to the strip club was definitely what I needed.

I enjoy the winter for numerous reasons, one being that I like snow, a lot. The second being that I enjoy the "Strippers on Ice" show that the strip club puts on during the holiday season. (I actually like winter for three reasons, but I didn't know if you all would like the fact that I fist polar bears for fun.)

Three hours later, the strippers were hot and I was drunk. It was a good night, and it was serving its purpose. I hadn't thought about FIB all night. I mean, I don't really care that she doesn't like me. I just care because I am sensitive like that. But after a few more drinks, the only thing I would remember was how nice that naked ass looked shaking in front of me, as the stripper did a triple axel and made my heart do a double sachow.

Morning. I woke up with a pounding headache. Sweet Fancy Moses my head hurt. And I was on the couch. At least I'm at home, but why the hell am I on the couch? I guess it's a good thing that FIB doesn't live here anymore. She would have totally taken advantage of me. I got up to wash my face and make myself a cup of coffee when I tripped over something. An ice skate? Nice, I must have had me some anus last night. At that exact moment, the bathroom door opened and out came LR in a towel. He must have taken a shower because his hair was drenched.

(Intermission)

Meanwhile in New York, marriedman was in his element. The young lady (his prey) was lying spread eagle on the table. He was standing over her, nude, in all his glory.

"Your mullet, it's… it's… so amazing!" she exclaimed.
"Are you ready for me to lay my pipe?" marriedman asked her.
"Oh, yes!" she shouted back in anticipation.
"Where shall I lay it?" he queried.
"In between my boobs," she stated.
"Your profile boobs are exquisite, I believe that is exactly what I'll do," he decided.
"Say my name, marriedman, say it!"
"Are you sure? We are in a strange place," he replied.
"Yes, I don't care where. Say Jazz, even in strange places."

The next few seconds were filled with ecstasy, and then it was over.

"I'll always look back, and remember the time that marriedman ran it through me at the morgue."

(End of Intermission)

"Hey man, did you see me come in last night?" I asked him.
"Yeah, it was pretty late Maurice," he replied.
"Did you see anyone else come in with me?"
"Nope, there is nobody here but you and me."
"Hmmmm."
He came and sat down on the couch next to me. This was odd; he had never done that before. I could see his weenis. Just then I noticed something sparkly on around his nipple.
"What is that?" I asked.
"What?"
"That right there on your nipple, it almost looks like a… a… a pasty."
"It is a pasty, I thought I took it off before I got in the shower."
I was confused. The strippers last night were wearing pasties just like that.
"You don't remember do you?" he shouted, sounding angrier than I had ever heard him.
"Remember what?" I shouted back.
"I knew you wouldn't, I had to wait until you came home drunk before you'd let me pack your fudge."
What is he talking about?
"I've wanted you for so long, Maurice. You never realized it, did you? You never figured it out! I paid my half-sister to stalk you. I needed to know where you were. Plus if you got too upset, maybe you'd come to me for support. I love Maurice. And I loved you on my own. But last night, I followed you to the strip club. That was when I realized, you were gay. So I shot a stripper named Lorenzo and stole his pasties and skates. It was me you went home with last night. And damn it you toss some amazing salad."

I just sat there, next to him on the couch. Staring at him. Before I could even think about what I was going to say I had already started to say it.

"Why didn't you tell me, Kip? I only moved in with you to get closer to you. But your damn sister took up so much of my time, I could barley concentrate on our relationship. I even bought a Native American porn magazine last night hoping that one of those hot naked Indians would remind me of you. I love you. And since I don't remember giving you head last night, I'll give you an encore."

THE END?

[Ed. note: Dear god, please let this be the end.]

Being a completely fictional ending subtitled "Revenge of The Sith," graciously provided by Lab Boy.

As I opened my door into the living room, I saw FIB and Lazy Roomie having some sort of a discussion. "I LOVE HIM!" She screamed. LR looked pissed. He reached out his arm toward FIB, making a gesture as if choking her from afar. FIB reached up and held her throat.

"Let her go, Roomie!" I ordered him.

"If she is not with me… she is against me," he told me. His eyes were yellow with rage. I knew a fight was about to come on. I took off my bathrobe to reveal my Jedi tunic. With a swift motion of his arm, LR threw FIB into the wall. She fell, passed out.

"You truly ARE Sith, Roomie… Only a Sith deals in absolutes." I drew my light saber, and he drew his. The power arcs, mine green, his blue, lit up the room. We went at it.

Lazy-eyed Nottie ran out of the kitchen to tend to FIB as Roomie and I dueled to the death. "Why are you doing this?" I asked as our sabers kept clashing, the classic hum filling the air.

"I told her to stay away because you're evil!"

"I appreciate the gesture," I replied, "but I'm not evil… You are."

"From my point of view a guy who beats a woman with a bat is evil." We kept going at it. Lazy-Eyed Nottie pulled FIB into my room. Stuff all over the place was getting split in halves with laser precision.

"It was a fucking PLASTIC bat, for fuck's sake! And she WAS sleeping in my bed!"

"And still, she loved you more than she loved me! For that she will die…" I was stunned. Here was the guy who, for all intents and purposes, was like my brother, wanting to kill me and FIB because of her unrequited love for me.

"Then I truly have failed you, Roomie." We kept going at it, but whatever LEN had been cooking in the kitchen caught on fire. The whole place was filling up with smoke and the flames were coming at us. We jumped on the couches and all over the place, striking with our light sabers in an attempt to kill or maim.

Suddenly, Roomie slipped and fell on the ground. I jumped on the table. "Don't try it, Roomie… I have the higher ground." He tried it. As he jumped toward me, with a move I still cannot comprehend, mostly out of instinct rather than thinking, feeling the Force flow through me, I used my light saber to cut off his arms and legs. He fell behind me, close to the fire. His light saber fell at my feet. "What have you done? You were my brother!" The fire came closer to him, and he was unable to move.

"I HATE YOU!" He screamed in a blinded rage. "I HATE YOU!" I picked up his light saber and ran to the room. LEN and FIB were hiding. FIB was in bad shape. We crawled out the window and out of that hell. FIB and I cried as the whole place collapsed, surely killing Darth Roomie… Or so we thought.

********************

FIB died of sadness a while later, at the hospital. But not before delivering a set of twins. She wasn't fat… She was pregnant. And she kept her pregnancy secret because the children were that monster's. And it was the fact that they were inbred children that made those twins so dangerous. The number of midichlorians in their blood would be doubled. The Force was strong in them. They had to be hidden as word came to me that Roomie had been rescued by the town Mayor, his trusted mentor.

Tonight I walk into the town hall to complete the circle, my dear friends. Either Darth Roomie, who is more machine than man, will die or I will. I know what happens next…

I'm happy Corkey, even with his extra chromosome for being the son of siblings, will fulfill the prophecy and bring balance to the Force. That is why this is my last entry. You cannot come with me anymore. When I last saw him, he was but the learner… Now, he'll be my executioner.

THE END?

Being a completely fictional continuation of part 9, graciously provided by Motherdear.

It was several years later that I happened to be shopping at the local Sam's Club with my family, and I saw a lovely, lissome creature half an aisle away. She had long dark hair and gorgeous legs. Something about her looked vaguely familiar, perhaps the way she moved, the way she shook her head…

I stared at her back, for probably a minute or two, trying to remember where I had seen her before. Then she turned around with her carriage, coming back down the aisle toward me. Her face, so strange, yet so familiar…

…and as she neared me, I realized it was the Fat Indian Bitch. No longer fat. Still Indian, possibly still a bitch… but sincerely, no longer fat.

We made brief eye contact and she recognized me immediately.

She stopped, a look of terror momentarily passing over her face, but it evaporated quickly when I grinned at her. She relaxed, and grinned back. It lit up her features, which in the glaring fluorescent light of Sam's Club, was almost pretty.

My wife caught me making meaningful eye contact with her, and nudged me sharply in the ribs. I quickly looked at the wife, and said "Honey, this is an old friend…" and introduced them.

My wife stood by while we talked. She explained that she was now married, and had just found out that she was going to have her first child. Her face glowed with the news. My wife and she locked eyes, and a gentle understanding passed between them. The wife relaxed, realizing she had nothing to fear from this stranger's history with me.

We exchanged pleasantries, caught up for a few minutes, and then, she said suddenly,

"I have to thank you for something."

"For what do you need to thank me?" I asked, honestly dumbfounded. I didn't think our history held anything even remotely suggesting either of us be grateful to the other…

"I was young, stupid, confused. I was crazy about you. And you never took advantage of me, and you could have," she said.

"I, uh, didn't think that would be fair to you… and I really didn't want to take advantage of you." I replied.

"Oh, I know that now, you made it plain at the end that being with me was something as desirable as having your head taken off with a rusty chain saw, and you were never dishonest with me, never led me on. But I really didn't want to see that then, and really needed the fantasy that I could make you grow to love me. But you knew that, and you still never took advantage of me. It must have been extremely uncomfortable for you, but you never made me pay for it."

I was floored. The wife had a look of 'I'm the cat who ate the canary' on her face.

I stammered, "Well, your brother was my friend, we were roomies, and it just wouldn't have been right. You were a nice person, just young, and it wasn't right."

She continued "Oh, don't justify it. Every girl needs her knight in shining armor. If you had taken me, and I would have let you, you know - well, you would have been just the first in a long line of men who hurt me and used me. Instead, you were the one who preserved my honor, my dignity. You are the one who was kind enough to be cruel. It took me awhile to understand it, but I finally got the message. I was worth more than that. You gave me a great gift, one I will always be grateful for. And that makes you my knight in shining armor - you're the guy who refused to sweep me off my feet."

Again, I was speechless. I looked into her big, dark eyes, and saw a genuine warmth. And at that moment, she was the loveliest creature I had ever seen.

We parted after she gave both my wife and I a gentle hug. We continued shopping.

As I laid in bed that night, all I could think of was 'what would have been' if I had given her what she wanted at 18, because it would have been easier than to fight her off. I guess my mind ran away with me for awhile, because I fell asleep thinking of her in my room, that last night, listening to music and just hanging out.

When I woke the next morning, my wife served me muffins and coffee in bed, then screwed my socks off. I asked her why, later, when basking in the afterglow. Her response was just a wistful grin, before she got up to shower again and dress.

I walked a little taller that day. I was proud of the Fat Indian Bitch, now an almost-beautiful, slim, mom-to-be, at peace with herself. I was proud of my wife for not getting all territorial and possessive on me when we talked to the Fat Indian Bitch in the aisles of Sam's Club.

But most of all, I was proud of me. Yes, really proud, and at peace. Like she said… sometimes, you have to be cruel to be kind.

THE END?

Being the part in which Fat Indian Bitch finally gets laid, and also in which we conclude our story. (A completely fictional alternate ending graciously provided by Esmerelda The Incestuous Salad Tosser.)

Enough was enough. Every day I would come home and cringe right before I walked in the front door. This girl - this poor, pathetic, sad excuse for a female was wrecking my mind. She stressed me out and made me a stranger in my own home. Isn't home where one is supposed to look forward to retiring for the evening? Right now it became a death camp. I hated going home. I hated facing this fucking situation I had to deal with every day. I hated thinking that one day I was going to walk in my room to find her again.

Interestingly enough Fat Indian Bitch started leaving me alone. She wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed but she sure as hell got the idea when I kicked her out of my room the second time. She did nothing but grin and glance at me from time to time in the late afternoons when I would get up to eat and shower before I got ready for work. She stopped following me. She stopped stalking me completely. She actually became pretty cool.

I should have known it was my fatal mistake to think she could even be remotely normal. Poor girl. In all honesty I felt sorry for her. She was a teenage girl suffering from severe rejection. All she wanted was love and affection. Thank God she had her friend Lazy-Eyed Nottie to keep her company. I'm scared to even think what would have happened if she wasn't around.

But I digress. Things around the house were doing well. We all started hanging out together on a regular basis on the week days. I even brought my date over sometimes to spend an evening or two. I was really into this girl and she was into me. And surprisingly FIB took it well. She was finally growing up. She spent most of her time with Lazy Roomie and LEN - going out to movies and fast food places. Playing Nintendo and whatever else they were into. I was finally enjoying my living arrangements.

A few months had come and gone. Things were finally as they should be. I was at peace and the chick I was dating was amazing. We got along great. She was funny, smart, beautiful, easy. Everything I was looking for at the time. I even got a promotion at work. Floor Manager - sounds impressive huh? Yeah, I was going places. Anyway, one afternoon I was getting ready for work and I heard a knock on my door.

"Yeah?"

"Hey - can I talk to you for a second?" It was FIB.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Well I just wanted you to know that…" BEEP BEEP… BEEP BEEP

"Oh shit. My girl's calling. I gotta get to work too. We'll talk later ok?"

"Sure. I guess."

"Hey baby! How's it going?" I say into the phone as I grab my work shirt and head out the door. Not thinking anything of what FIB had to tell me. She probably wanted to tell me that she borrowed a CD of mine or something. Whatever.

As I was driving along to work I was reaching for my smokes in my pocket and realized I didn't have my wallet.

"FUCK!" I yelled out to myself. Damn it I hate it when I do this. I had to completely turn around. Damn. Shit. Hell. I just got a promotion and I was going to be late for work. Did I really need my wallet? Yeah. I did. I wanted to go to the bar after work and I needed my ID. Stupid stupid stupid me.

I jumped out of the car, left it running and ran into the house…

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" FIB screamed a gut wrenching horrible scream.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I let out a louder one once I saw what was happening. There they were. FIB and Lazy Roomie. Fucking on the couch in the living room.

"HOLY FUCKING CHRIST!!!!" I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe. I grabbed the first thing I could which first was the football LR and I used to throw together and nailed the both of them… shortly after I ran into my room I grabbed my fuzzy baseball bat and started beating them blind.

"What… The FUCK… ARE… You… DOING?!?!?!" Each word separated by a nasty whack of my bat. The two of them scurried around like fat, disgusting, paranoid cockroaches. This was by far the most repulsive thing I had ever experienced in my life.

"Hey Dig. Don't worry buddy… seriously it's not what you think!!" LR tried to tell me.

"NOT what I THINK?! You are fucking your ugly SISTER you FUCK!"

"No no! We were just…"

"FUCKING on our COUCH…" I grabbed my wallet and left. I slammed the door behind me and stormed to my car. I was living with a bunch of freaks. I couldn't believe it. I was speeding down the road. Going 50mph in a 25. I was a fucking mess. Three kilometers down the road I had to stop the car. I hurled my insides out. I couldn't deal. I couldn't go back to that incestuous hell hole I had once called home. Ever. Is THAT what FIB wanted to tell me earlier when she came into my room? Ugh. Disgraceful. I was through. I had LR FedEx me my belongings once I moved back home with my parents.

Sadly I lost a friend in the whole mess. He was cool. Once. Now I'm living a completely different life. One filled with happiness, safe sex and love. I'm a happy father to a wonderful son and my girlfriend treats me right. I can't help but look back on the situations that occurred with Fat Indian Bitch, Lazy Incestuous Roomie, and Lazy-Eyed Nottie. To tell you the truth I think of them sometimes. And then remind myself that I could give a flying fuck.

THE END?

Being the part in which she forces me to bang her, a completely fictional alternate ending graciously provided by Jenna.

The next day after FIB spoiled my sheets, I noticed her acting very strangely. She was talking to herself and mumbling in what seemed to be another language.

Later I noticed a strange swelling in my left testicle. The swelling started out as a bump the size of a huge mosquito bite and progressed in size until it was nearly the size of a lemon.

Eventually the pain was so intense that I drove myself to the hospital. When I got to the there all the doctors and nurses were standing around looking at and squeezing my balls and talking amongst themselves. They couldn't find any cause for my sudden affliction.

By the next morning the morphine drip wasn't working and I was starting to ask the doctors for death. My family came in to visit me at the hospital; my poor mother was crying her eyes out, pleading with the doctors to save her baby's testicle so he may one day produce an heir to the tossed salad fortune.

Just when things were looking the bleakest yet, in walked Lazy Roomie and FIB. I was pissed. I could not deal with FIB at a time like this. How could Lazy Roomie bring that fat ugly piece of shit? Lazy Roomie asked if the 3 of us could be alone. Looking at him in the most confused face I could summon, Lazy Roomie looked at FIB and said "Tell him, or I will." Suddenly FIB pulled out a crazy looking Voodoo doll. FIB went on to explain that she was so pissed that I threw her out of my bed that she put some Fat Indian Bitch curse on me. The cause of my testicular ailment was FIB!

FIB said that she would remove the curse if I would become her lover and give her a son. I looked at my testicle and looked at FIB. Could I? Would I? I could sacrifice my jewel and be forever known as Sterile Darrell or I could be with FIB. I made my decision. I'll do it. I'll fuck FIB. Now as I type the rest of this story I am thinking of Girlfriend and The Kid and wondering what would have happened if I chose option B.

THE END?

Being a completely fictional alternate ending, graciously provided by The Snakehead.

The next day when I got back from work, I said a little prayer before entering the house. "Please let me see her sleeping on the couch", I muttered.

I opened the door.

There she was, sleeping soundly on the couch that barely fits her. Half her ass was hanging over the edge of the couch. I let out a sigh. Whew, what a relief, I thought to myself. Things are finally going back to normal again. Aren't they?

I wasn't too sure as I didn't know what to expect from her. So I refrained myself from popping a bottle of champagne just yet.

The next day, I came home, saw her on the couch. She seems to be half awake, so I gave her a polite nod. She ignored me. Or at least she seems to be ignoring me. That's fine by me. One less headache.

Next day, same scenario. So was the day after that, and the day after that, and the day after that. She never slept in my room anymore. She never bugged me anymore. She never offered to do my laundry anymore. Hell, she didn't even acknowledge my presence anymore. If I wasn't too drunk on my champagne, I would actually think that she was ignoring me.

Soon, days turned into weeks. I finally ran out of champagne, and was sober for the first time in weeks.

One weekend while I was home alone, doing my laundry, something hits me.

It felt weird. Something was not right.

It was as if I'm missing something. I couldn't figure out what, but it just felt like a part of me was missing. I shoved that thought away, and continued loading the washer with soiled laundry, when I saw something in the basket.

A pair of boxers.

Specifically, the pair of boxers that I thought FIB was secretly sniffing back when she offered to do my laundry. I looked at it, and was overwhelmed by emotions that I didn't know I had.

I missed her.

She had been ignoring me ever since I poked her with a baseball bat and kicked her out of my room that fateful morning. What was that, like a month and a half ago? I couldn't believe it has been that long.

I reached down to grab that boxers, and just when I was getting up, I heard the front door opened, and in walked FIB. With boxers in my hand, I headed for the living room.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh?!" She jumped. Apparently she wasn't expecting me to be home.

"Why haven't you talked to me in 6 weeks?" My voice was getting louder.

"……."

"Answer me!" I was yelling now.

"I didn't know what to say to you," she looked like she was about to cry. "I know you hate me so I kept my distance."

"I… I don't….. hate you," I soften. I didn't mean to make her cry.

"Well yeah? Then why did you treat me so badly all the time? I was so good to you. I did your laundry, I took care of you…."

"I…. I…."

"You what?"

"I missed you." I took a step forward.

"You what?!" She looked incredulous.

"I missed you. A lot." I moved towards her until we're 2 feet apart. I can smell her perfume. Or was it her body odor? Something is stirring in my pants.

"I did too." She said softly. She has the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen at that moment. My pants were getting tighter and tighter.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. I grabbed her face with my boxers covered hand and kissed her. I kissed her hard. Soon our tongues were fighting each other, and we were kissing like there was no tomorrow. We were literally sucking the breath out of each other.

My hand started traveling down her body. I never realized that she has such rocking ass. And her breasts, my God! Her nipples were fully erected on a pair of 36Ds.

"Let's go to my room" I said when I came up for air.

She grinned, and didn't say anything. I held her hand and led her to my private sanctuary. Once we're inside, I kicked the door closed as we continued ravaging each other's body.

I was so hard I thought I was gonna explode in my pants right there and then.

As we proceed to tear each other's clothes right off our body, she took the boxers right off my hand and started sniffing it right in front of me.

"Fish, you smell so fucking good," she said as if she's high on weed.

"Oh yeah? Then you're gonna like the real thing even more," I replied.

"You let me be the judge," she said, pushing me on the bed and starting working on my tool. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let out a moan. Man, if I knew she gives such good head I would've banged her a long time ago.

5 minutes into the blow job, I was ready to cum. Yeah, she was that good. But I'll be damned if I didn't get the chance to tap that ass. So I pulled her up and started going down on her.

Man, she was squealing like crazy. I had her. I had her good. She was literally begging me to fuck her with my tongue. I obliged. 30 seconds later, she came.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh. Oh. Oh…" she can't speak.

I got up, flipped her over, and started tossing her salad. What can I say? I had to do it. I'm not going to let that delicious ass go without it's salad tossed.

"Oh my God, Fish. That feels so fucking good, Fiiiiiiiiiish."

Listening to her, I was so hard the head was shiny. I decided it was time. I lifted her ass up, positioned myself, and entered her in one swift move.

"Aaah!"

"You like that don't you, you little bitch."

She didn't answer me. She couldn't answer me as she was too busy moaning and groaning and squealing at the same time.

Soon we were rocking the bed. And the room. It almost felt like we were rocking the house. I just can't seem to get enough of that ass. That perfectly round and tasty ass. I was like a fuck machine. I couldn't stop myself.

10 minutes later, I was ready to explode.

I cried out, and then was hit by the most explosive orgasm in my entire life. Surprisingly, FIB came too. We orgasmed in unison. We were meant for each other.

That night, I banged her for the 2nd time. We fell asleep afterwards in each other's arms.

The next morning, I woke up alone in the bed. No sign of FIB. I looked around, and saw a post-it on my laptop.

Fish, I'm sorry. I have to go. I have to.

I looked at the note, dumbfounded.

What just happened?

I didn't know.

I scanned the room looking for the pair of boxers.

They were gone.

*************

2 months later, I got a call on my cell phone one day. I didn't recognize the number.

"Hello?"

"Hi Fish."

"Hi. Who's this?"

"It's me, Fat Indian Bitch."

"Oh hey…. Err… how are you?"

"Fish, I got something to tell you."

"What?"

"I'm pregnant."

THE END?