I'm actually surprised there's no thread in /coq/ for Toy Story yet. Let's go.
fuck yes! I just went to the /r/ thread and this pops up.
If there's some content out there, I'd love to see it.
All I have is on the childhood thread. :(
>>45493Fuck my life
>>45493Honestly, TS3 made me wonder-- the toys are alive. They're in his room all the time. Hanging around on the furniture, even, if he forgets to put them away.WHAT HAVE THEY SEEN HIM DO?
>>45496There's like a thread everyday on /co/ about how they've seen him fap
>>45496This.
Seriously, this thread needs content. So contributing my findings.
>>45500Hooray!
Alright, final picture of what I have that isn't a duplicate. Enjoy some Garbage man!Sid/Older!Andy.Hopefully people contribute more soon, and I hope to maybe see some writefag contributions too.
You know what? Let's take it up a notch. I challenge coq to find Mr. Potato Head/Hamm, OR Rex/Slinky Dog. And when you do, I'll have lost all faith in humanity.
>>45516Source is: http://russianbandit.deviantart.com/art/Well-Pull-My-String-157072586?q=1&qo=1
>>45523Perfect timing to stop working, devinatart. >:(
>>45509
UGH COLLEGE ANDY. I was hoping we'd see Sid again..
>>45531Sid is the garbage man.
There's more in the ruining your childhood thread.
WHY MUST EVERYTHING I LOVE END IN PORN?That said. Any Buzz/Lots-O' powerplay!sex yet?
hellll yesssss
Hate to sound like a whiner, but is there any fic yet? Specifically Buzz/Woody.
Credit to 4chan's /b/:I run a hand back through my brown hair, leaning back on the couch in the apartment I share with Sid, the boy who lived next door to me when we were kids. I don't exactly know what we are; best friends isn't really accurate because I don't think Sid has friends, and although 'fuck buddies' seems a lot more fitting, I doubt that he'd appreciate me using the term to describe our relationship.So I guess we're roommates, which makes us sound detached from each other, despite the fact that we're together more than enough. But whatever. It's around midnight at the moment, and the only reason I'm still awake is because I'm waiting for him to get home from his late night drinking excursions. I shouldn't wait up for him but it's a bad habit by now. I can't sleep until I know that he's safely inside.The door of our flat bangs open and Sid stumbles in, looking groggy and drunk, and I sigh, setting down my magazine, licking my lips before walking over to him, helping him stay on his feet. "Come on, dude, you've had way too much to drink."He grins, turning his face towards mine and biting at my chin like it's supposed to be sexy, his teeth running over my skin. I pull back a little bit, flinching, and he grabs my face, pulling me into a lips-bruisingly hard kiss and taking a steady step forward, forcing me back. I groan, not really wanting to have sex right now, but if he's going to force the issue I guess I'll comply.Sid presses me up against the back of the couch, still kissing me feverishly, and as his hand slips up my shirt I gasp, arching against him a little. He breaks the kiss, murmuring against my lips as he nuzzles against me a bit. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," Sid slurs, his other hand sliding down my pants.
>>45546I nod a little breathlessly, looking at him, and he grabs my hair, shoving me to my knees and tilting my head back a bit as he undoes his own pants, whipping out his dick and stroking it to full hardness. I lick my lips before sliding my hand down over it, licking the tip of his cock and then taking the head in my mouth, sucking a bit before starting to push down further, gripping his thighs after a few moments and trying to get the rest down my throat.Sid helps me out by slamming into my mouth as hard as he can, leaving me reeling, and then pulling out almost all the way, driving his cock back into my mouth and keeping me pinned to the back of our beat up sofa. He twists his fingers in my hair painfully, tilting my head back, and honestly I wouldn't expect anything else from him.I gag around his dick, pushing at his legs, but the fucking sadist just holds me down, fucking my face roughly. I manage to pull back for a split second, choking a bit more, and he lets me off, spit dribbling down my chin as I try to catch my breath.I get one or two decent pulls of air and then Sid is back in my mouth, fucking me as hard as he can and using the couch to hold himself up. Finally, after brutally raping my mouth for about five minutes, he cums, hot seed dripping down my throat as I pull back, choking a bit and squinting my eyes shut for a moment before managing to get to my feet, coughing into my hand.Sid smacks me on the arm, staggering towards his bedroom, and I groan, leaning against the couch and feeling sick to my stomach.I fucking hate it when Sid gets drunk.
>>45505Just got back from seeing this. Told my friend this would happen.This is OK with me.
I'd kinda like to see realistic fanart of the Woody character, you know? Non-toy/puppety, just... basically a cowboy. Like the non-cartoony-style fanart people do for the fiction of our world. (Poorly enunciated, too late at night.)Throw in Buzz if you like, I guess.
what? :D
>>45558I've been looking for this! Who drew this?
>>45585http://annime1231.deviantart.com/
I guess this will count...
>>45589>>45590All courtesy from pixiv.
/r/ing Mrs. Nesbit. Do it.
>>45485More from this artist. God they draw an adorable Woody.
>>45560Adrien Brody as Woody? Hell yes.
Hah! Hah!Truly, I have experienced the final death throes of my childhood! I take my hat off to you, /coq/!
>>45591wow- what the fuck is that from
>>45508>>45506>>45508hahahaha wow that art is so badly drawn it hurts
>>45648thatsthejoke.jpg
>>45647pixiv
A fanvid relevant to our interests:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TzDq1qxMVV8
>>45664and these!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1c4aVkt0FME&feature=related (people should tell this person to finish this!)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9eWfPIrhf4&feature=related
>>45593This is all I could find!Also we need a .gif of the part were Spanish Buzz kisses Woody, srsly.
>>45679secondedwant more but there is nothing. where are all the drawfags when you need them
>>45679Spanish buzz kisses Woody? What?! Holy shit
>>45686Well, just on the cheeks. European-style.
>>45686what the fuck- go watch the movie. It's good!
>>45686> Woody doesn't know much Spanish, but he understood "Amigo", quickly and nervously he exclaims "Amigos! We are all amigos!". Satisfied with the answer he was given, Buzz puts down his laser, walks over to Woody and gives him a friendly kiss on each cheek. Woody is left in shock, but he's just relieved that Buzz is ok and on their side again. He tells everyone that they are going to have to fix him later. Woody then grabs Buzz's hand and drags him out the daycare.and that is exactly what happens.
lol
>>29515This part of the movie.... I am pretty sure they raped Buzz.
>>45679I was too tired to crop.
>>45698ILU, guy. I'd love to go see this, but I have no time. I downloaded a shitty cam rip, but I couldn't get through two minutes. It was just horrible.
>>45698 This is the best
>>45509This interests me so very much.
>>45705In a /y/ thread, the artfag says there will be more.
>>45698>Rex's faceI lol'd
From the awesome draawfag on 4chan
>>45767I fucking love you.
any Woody/Buzz fics out there yet? Rec me!
enjoy!
THE OTHER DRAWFAG DREW MOAR
>>45767from same drawfag
>>45796>>45797Who are they supposed to be?This is supposed to be a Toy Story thread
>>45807it is sid and andy. Who I hope, you at least can figure out who they are.jesus kids these days can't read a thread with 70 posts in it.
>>45795GUH! yuckie cooties! Do not want. Sage.
>>45796GOOD SIR OR MADAME, you are wonderful!
shut up fags. Jessie is cute. >>45822
>>45809The reason I didn't recognise who they were is because the art is SHIT.I wish /coq/ could keep shitty art to a minimum.
>>45940I wish /coq/ could keep shitty haters to a minimum.
>>45940oh noes my feelings are so hurt V_V i'll stop drawfagging just for you
mmmmmsexyrealisticbuzzI wonder if there's a version of this around with Woody...
>>45940
>>45958Just go for it, man. I'm surprised no one recognized my style, yet.
Tentacles aww yea
Obviously from the /y/ threadI'm taking whatever is from the thread and putting it here too, to share the loooveee
theres a little bit of fic over at the disney kink memehttp://community.livejournal.com/disney_kink/
>>45781 There's more and more thanks to disney_kink on LJ. Here's on by one_windiga:The internet was a beautiful and terrifying place.Woody remembered the first time that Andy had brought up the subject of a computer with his mother. She’d told him in no uncertain terms that he was far too young to need something like that around the house, and why couldn’t he just use the school’s word processor?Several years later, in the age of wifi and phones that could tell you whether your shoes matched your purse, and the sleek chrome laptop that sat on Andy’s desk still didn’t quite feel like it belonged. It helped that it had post-its on it in Andy’s reliable old scrawl and a “you’re the top banana” sticker from ninth grade with a grinning monkey that he couldn’t quite scrape off, no matter how hard he tried.The first few weeks after it had graced the room, the tiny village of toys that inhabited the shelves avoided it like it was a bomb, ready to explode at a moment’s notice and cover them all in wires and keys. But that sort of paranoia couldn’t last long when Andy was on it every day, typing up book reports and shooting at aliens with lasers that made little ‘pew pew’ noises. Buzz couldn’t help but like that one.And so they had watched. They watched, and they learned. The basic computer functions weren’t so hard to grasp. If they teamed up on the thing, it wasn’t so hard. One manned the mousepad square, one took the left half of the keyboard, and one took the right. Slinky could handle the entire thing on his own, stretching out across the entire laptop. For the rest of them, it was like a giant game of twister, plucking one letter here with a hand and another there with one leg twisted around the other. But what mattered was that it worked. They tried minesweeper first. It turned out to be Rex’s favorite game, but only because he thought it was like golf – trying to blow himself up in as few moves as possible. Nobody had the heart to tell him otherwise. They quickly moved on through word processing programs, Andy’s space invader game, and a strange little painting program that Etch-a-Sketch refused to acknowledge.But after they had been through the entire computer, there was only one other place to go. The internet.The rest of the toys weren’t very interested in this internet thing. They didn’t really see the point of it all, not when there was minesweeper to be had. On this, at least, Woody and Buzz were on their own. When they finally pulled up a browser window and stared at the sleek, rainbow letters of the ‘google’ homepage, they were at a loss. Andy always seemed to know what he was doing with this. But where did they even begin?“Uhhh… Buzz?” Woody cast him a look, eyebrows quirked.“Yes?”“Do we have a plan?”“Negative.”“Oh. Right. So long as we’re clear on that.” He cleared his throat and looked back to the screen.“I believe this particular ... thing… is used as some sort of search parameter.”“What are we searching for?”There was a moment of silence as the cowboy and spaceman looked at each other, then turned their head back to the screen and looked some more. The long typing bar was empty. The cursor line at the end blinked at them with perfect rhythm, mocking their ineptitude. After a long minute ticked away in the clock at the corner of the screen, Buzz clambered to his feet and rubbed his hands together. A stretch put him with one foot on the ‘w’ key, which pressed down obligingly.
>>46019“…Buzz, what are you-““Hang on a sec,” he replied, cutting him off as he crouched down in place. A second later he was jumping, casting both arms out beside him as they’d seen the Olympic longjumpers do on television. He landed on the ‘o’ key, plastic feet scrabbling to stop before he hit any other keys that would have to be deleted. After a glance to the screen proved he’d made a clean stop, he hopped down on it once more.“W – o – o - … hey!” Woody laughed and stood.“Give me a hand here,” was his only response. Chuckling, Woody obeyed, and between the two of them, ‘woody the cowboy’ slowly appeared on the screen. They both admired their work for a moment before Buzz glanced his way. “Do you want the honors?”That earned him another laugh. “This feels all kinds of egotistical.”“Do you have any better ideas?”“Fair enough.” He paused, then gave the enter key a good kick with his spurs. They watched as the internet hummed to life. There was that funny little swirly thing the mouse did while the computer thought it over. A moment later, a long list of blue links popped up. Those, at least, they understood. They’d seen Andy click on those for hours, following links from here to there and everywhere.“’A History of Woody’s Gang,’” Woody read aloud. “No, that sounds boring. I know that all already.”“What’s an ‘ebay?’” Buzz asked, hand hovering curiously above the mousepad.“I haven’t the slightest. But we can find out.” He followed that up with a decisive click. “That’s – oh. OH! Heyyy!” He turned to cast a wide grin at the spaceman. “You can buy all my stuff here! Look, there’s replacement hats, lunch boxes, burning banks… it’s like someone put all of Al’s Toy Barn stuff up online.”Buzz made a curious ‘huh’ sound and smacked the button on the side of his helmet. It swished down to allow him a better look.
>>46020“There’s my lasso, and - … oh.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “there’s… me.” He sat back, unsure of how to take that. It was perfectly natural for toys to meet other versions of themselves. Buzz had lived to tell the tale, after all. But he’d never actually seen one. It wasn’t surprising, given how old his show was. It wasn’t exactly a popular new hit, brand new to light up the shelves like Christmas in July. He’d half expected to grow old never meeting another Woody at all. But now here it was. For sale.This was even worse than the yardsale, and it wasn’t even him.It was Buzz that spoke up first, with the extra burr in his voice that meant he had decided to be even more Confident than usual. “But hey, look how many bids you’ve got.”Woody followed his eyes to the little tracking numbers that followed the image. “Ei-wh- eighty-two?” he managed.“See? You’re popular! Look at that She-Ra, she’s barely in the double digits!” He clapped Woody on the back, and Woody allowed his soft stitching to be shoved slightly with the force of the smack.“That’s…”“Incredible!”“Impossible.”“Is it so hard to believe that people could like you?”“It’s just – he’s for sale!”“Woody.” His shellacked blue eyes were unusually serious as he met Woody’s gaze.“What?”He reached out and grabbed a handful of his absurdly yellow collar, tugging him over. “Shut up.” And with that, he kissed him. The soft noise of surprise that bled out from between their lips was warm enough that Buzz took it as approval, deepening the kiss until their teeth clicked together and Woody’s hands searched for purchase on the slick shoulders of Buzz’s spacesuit. By the time they drew back, breathless and tingling, Woody’s cheeks were already turning faintly pink.“Yeah,” he said after a moment to regain his breath, “Okay. Shutting up.”
Many Trails But No Shortcuts by Mousapelli (http://www.kira-kira.net/fanfiction/2007/many-trails-but-no-shortcuts/)Woody/BuzzIt was nice, Woody thought to himself, to get away once in a while. Just him and the guys, no responsibilities, no toys running up to him wanting to know where the batteries were, and if Woody could untangle their cords, and where their other hot pink stiletto heel was.No womenfolk of any kind, in fact, not for miles. No Jesse, No Bo Peep, not even a single sheep.Buzz had asked him about the sheep once, and Woody had just shrugged and said that there were some toys as came with karate chop action, and others as came with other types. Buzz said his cowboy accent got thicker when Woody was talking about strange Earth customs.Woody was in a tangle with Buzz in front of the campfire where Andy had thrown them down while he roasted marshmallows with his father, arm over Buzz’s chest and boot jammed under Buzz’s far knee.At first they stayed that way because Andy was sitting right there and they were professional toys, even though Woody thought he’d seen the corner of Buzz’s eye twitch when Woody’s other hand got caught under the small of Buzz’s back.But even now that Andy was out cold, head back against the log at a bizarre angle and snoring like a chainsaw, they hadn’t quite moved yet. Woody just stayed where he was, staring up at the stars, so different than the ones they counted out of Andy’s window on late summer nights. There seemed to be more and more of them as the fire died down, some of them blinking, others only visible out of the corners of Woody’s eyes. So many of them, more than there were marbles under Andy’s bed.It made Woody feel tiny, but in a good way. In a safe way. He wondered if real cowboys felt that way when they looked up, stretched in front of a campfire. He bet that being a real cowboy was fine, spending your nights under the stars and your days on a trusty steed with a pistol that wasn’t made of felt, and spurs that really jangled when you strode into the saloon that wasn’t made of cardboard and tipped your hat to women whose hair didn’t grow when you twisted their right arm.Probably real cowboys wouldn’t have their limbs all tangled up with a spaceman, though.“Woody.” Buzz’s voice was close to Woody’s ear, startling him out of his thoughts and making him blurt out the first thing that came to mind.“There’s a snake in my boot!”“That’s great,” Buzz said dryly.He didn’t say anything else for a few moments, and Woody turned his head enough to see that, through his plastic helmet, Buzz was looking at the stars too.“You think…” Buzz’s chest didn’t move under Woody’s palm and his breath didn’t fog his helmet, but Woody knew a sigh when he felt one. “You think there really is a homeworld out there somewhere?”“Well, Buzz,” Woody said, looking back up, “there’s a lot of things up there. So I suppose there might be a planet, somewhere, that has real spacemen.”“Intergalactic space travelers,” Buzz corrected him, but his voice was distant. “If there is, then there must be a real Buzz Lightyear, somewhere.”Woody didn’t say anything right away; instead he turned back to watch Buzz’s face through his helmet. The helmet had its share of nicks and scratches, including a doozy from when Andy had sent him down the banister last month. But the helmet meant that the paint on his head was just about mint, the dying fire tinting the glossy blue of his eyes orange and distant.Just like he thought being a cowboy would be fine, Woody realized suddenly that Buzz probably thought the same about being a spaceman, only Andy wasn’t likely to take a vacation to the moon any time soon.Even though there was nothing inside Woody’s chest but Polyfil, that made it hurt just a little.Woody shifted his hand the quarter-inch to press Buzz’s helmet release, and when it slid back with a smooth whoosh (Andy’s mother really was a master to have gotten rid of all the gum residue), and Buzz turned to meet Woody’s eyes with a faint confused crease between his permanently cocked eyebrows, Woody smiled.“I bet he’s a real jerk,” he said, “since you were when you thought you were him,” and then Woody leaned forward just enough to press their lips together.Buzz’s lips were cool, since his helmet had absorbed the heat from the fire, and sort of stiff, but that was to be expected out of an action figure, even one whose head was painted lavender. Maybe they looked just as silly as the Barbies that Molly was just getting old enough to make kiss, but it made the ache in Woody’s chest fade, and was very much worth the way Buzz stared at Woody, blinking, when he pulled back.“Buzz?” Woody asked.“I’m a member of the universe protection unit!” Buzz blurted, then looked away and cleared his throat. “I mean…I bet you were a jerk before you realized you weren’t a real cowboy.”Woody let his head click back against the ground. If his hair weren’t made of plastic, the rock under it would probably be uncomfortable. “Who says I ever realized that?”“Hmph.” Woody’s eyes were on the stars, and he heard the whoosh of Buzz’s helmet flipping back into place. “I bet real cowboys don’t go around kissing their best friends.”Chuckling, Woody thought about telling Buzz that last weekend Andy had left him on the couch overnight and Andy’s mother had watched a movie where cowboys had done exactly that, but then decided that maybe that would be a little much for any action figure, even one whose head was painted lavender.Yes, sir, Woody thought, watching stars wink out of the corners of his eyes, being a real cowboy must sure be fine. Especially a cowboy with a best friend.
For Infinity by Leyenn (http://archiveofourown.org/works/11788)Pairing: Buzz/WoodyThere's a little park in the green belt, with a little grove of trees and a few old trash cans, and an abandoned swing set being slowly eaten, summer by fall by summer, by the creeping branches. It's a half a mile from Pizza Planet (except now it's a multiplex with a double Starbucks on the side), a twenty-minute drive and seven years from Andy's heart.Behind the park is a storage depo for Al's Toy Barn, old enough to still have the name peeling over the door. Al's has been just another Toys'R'Us since September - just another part of everything that's over and gone forever.It's mainly bikes and PlayStations these days, just the occasional box of the latest round of movie tie-in merchandising that Woody gives monthly warnings about at the round-up. He'll never be as good as Mister Spell, but he tries. Discovering that vampire action figures may as well be vampires with those teeth should only be done once - he still has the scars, right where his neck seams are wearing through.Everyone seems to be wearing a bit thin, these days.He misses Bo. Silly, since she wouldn't have stayed here anyway, and how could he begrudge her being passed on? A couple of years in the attic would have been nothing to him if he could have stayed in that house, in that family...But Andy's gone. Gone to the big wide world of girlfriends and a Saturday job at Blockbusters and studying for college, and no time for playing with toys he's had since forever. No time even for toys like Buzz, or even the flashy rocket ship that arrived for his sixteenth birthday (and doesn't really match, no matter what Buzz says). Today Andy likes shiny round things with video games on them, and girls who move in next door named Beckie (she doesn't like cowboys: she's on the side of the Indians). He used to make the journey once a month, a long creep through the bushes in the dead of night and a peek through the blinds just to be sure, to be sure that it was all still there, even if he couldn't be a part of it.Last week the window was open a little way and he couldn't help but sneak inside, even though Buzz actually yelled at him from the road not to. But then the desk wasn't there any more and he hit the floor awkwardly and there was junk on the floor he didn't recognise.He doesn't need to look at it again to know the scratch is still there, dug into the paint and wood, straight through Andy's name. It's silly how he didn't notice it for days - until Potatohead hauled him off Bullseye's back and pointed it out, in fact - because of the other thing.He knows now why Buzz didn't want him looking. And it wasn't the needing to let go, the way Potatohead insists he should; it wasn't even that it was a waste of time, like Jesse kept telling him.Buzz didn't want him looking because Buzz knew that one day, one day, he'd peek through those blinds and find Beckie in his spot.For three days now it's been raining. It rained on the way back to the warehouse, and by those trash cans outside, '$1 each' in Andy's scrawl was running streaks down soggy cardboard in the wet. It rained so much that his boots were all caked in mud and cola-flavored sludge from under the office window; so much that Buzz got water in his battery compartment and spent two days on emergency trips to the radiator to dry himself.This afternoon Woody spotted him scraping at a spot of rust and pretending not to be afraid someone would notice.Andy's old cowboy hat hangs above his head now, even still; he's tried ripping it down, but now there's just a nail poking through the felt and the rim is lingering against the floor. Now he has to stoop to get underneath and his boots stick out, although that hardly matters - he doesn't think he can bring himself to sleep under it any more. Maybe he'll let the Aliens have it instead, or the three monkeys they have left since the raccoon attack (he didn't think plastic monkeys were edible, but perhaps it depends).Buzz is looking at him, thinking he won't notice it. He's been looking since Woody crawled out of Andy's window for the last time, and he's maddening in his concern. Woody can't ignore it, so it comes as some surprise to find him standing here, looming over this uncomfortable stack of video cases with his hands on his hips and his 'wrist communication device' flipped open, looking every inch the toy he isn't, anymore."Woody.""Just - don't say it, Buzz." He ducks his head and scuffs his foot, seeking out a drip from the ceiling that's pooling water by his feet and cupping his hand under it. Water sinking into his arm is an odd, cold feeling until Buzz shoves him - hard - in the shoulder."I'll say what I like, cowboy.""Your arm's open," he says, because he can't be bothered to explore his feelings and he knows Buzz won't go away."It doesn't stay shut," Buzz tells him. As if it wasn't anything important or the sign of a crippling disease, but it really is. Crippling to be stuck out here, lost toys, unloved, unneeded, unwanted. Suffering the rain, the wilderness, the days when someone else goes missing and no one will ever know where. Forgotten.He should worry himself about this new little problem, jump up and panic and poke at it frantically and make plans for a sellotape mission when he can't get it to close: but that's the Woody who always rescued Bo from the evil Potatohead Gang, who slept on Andy's bed at night, and he can't remember how to be that Woody. Instead he shifts over on the stack of videos, hand-stitched denim smearing grime over An American Werewolf In Paris. Buzz sits down as easily as his action figure joints will allow, and Woody's imagination runs riot over scenarios of mouldy plastic and being slowly paralysed by the cold and the damp. That afternoon sneaking from the yard sale under an upturned box seems like years ago......and then he realises, it was, and they really might rot away forgotten here forever."I should tell you," Buzz says slowly as if his batteries are dying. "I have something that should belong to you.""What's mine is everybody else's," he says quietly, trying to be funny and failing miserably. "The monkeys can have the hat, if you'll tell them. I think I'll sleep here tonight.""On a pile of video tapes."He swipes a hand through the dust. "Something wrong with my pile of video tapes?""Of course, I have a spare bunk in the ship," Buzz says as if his question were something else completely."Okay."And then - then - Buzz turns sideways and kisses him.On the cheek. But. It's a kiss, in the same way that the rain is wet, because the meaning is all there.And it goes on for, well... what might be considered a long time."That was yours. From Bo. I've... had it a while now." Buzz doesn't sound convincing or convinced, but he lets it lie."A spare bunk, you said?"His owner's name is scratched through, rain is soaking into his stuffing, and his hand-stitched pants are covered in grime, but for the moment that Buzz pushes an arm under his and tugs him up, he remembers what it was like to be Woody and Buzz - the Unstoppable Duo, Andy hooking their arms together and hugging them tightly side-by-side at night.Of course, Andy's lying side-by-side with Beckie now, or some other girl (not boy, because Woody knew him at least that well). Woody needs to forget, or at the very least find out if a toy ever can.He thinks about inside the rocket ship, the smooth plastic of lips warming his cheek, and wonders if Buzz just hugging him alone might be enough.
>>46023Shiiiiit, I've got tears in my eyes. I need fluff, pronto. *sniff*
>>46023;__;
One day while Andy was masturbating, Woody got wood. He could no longer help himself! He watched as Andy stroked his juicy kawaii cock. He approached Andy which startled him and made him pee everywhere on the floor and all over Woody too. Being drenched in his urine made him harder than ever!Woody : ” Andy Senpai! I’m alive and I want to be INSIDE OF YOU. “Andy: ” Oh Woody Chan! I always knew you were alive! I want to stuff you up in my kawaii ass!”Woody grabbed a bunch of flavored lube and rubbed it all over his head.Woody: ” Oh my! It’s cherry flavored lube! Cherry is my favorite!”Woody then stuffed his head up into Andy’s tight ass! The other toys around the room watched intently as Woody shoved his head back and forth into Andy’s nice ass, continuously making a squishy wet noise. The other toys also became aroused and they all gathered around Woody and Andy and started to urinate all over them, and then they started to masturbate.Andy: ” Oh my goodness, Woody Chan! You are churning my insides up so well! Your nose is stimulating my prostate! OH YES!All of the other toys became so aroused by this, that they could not help themselves anymore! They pushed Woody completely inside , and they all went inside. All of them wanted to be inside Andy’s nice round ass.Andy: ” No wait! guys! My ass cannot hold this much! im getting so full!”All the toys went inside of poor squirming Andy and pretty much, he was beyond full, and died from having his insides completely damaged. The mother came inside and found Andy, dead with a huge ass hemorrhage on his anus, with a HUGE belly full of toys.
Woody : "Reach for the sky!"Sid : "holy fuck! It's you again! You guys are alive, and I wasn't being crazy for the last ten years! Duuuuude, please don't hurt me!"Woody : "Let go of my friends in that trash bag you got there, or else I will call my rebel friends to ass rape you in your sleep!"The trash bag in Sid's hand tore open from Rex's tail, and all of the toys pinned Sid down, and ripped his shirt off, revealing his crazy pecs and six pac. Sid: "ahhh, wtf are you guys doing!"Slinky : "We're gonna fucking teach you a lesson for what you were about to do!" Sid : "nah! wait! please man, i was gonna let you guys go-*mpphh*"Hamm stuffed his large cock in Sid's adorable mouth as he gagged and tried to speak to tell them to stop. Woody pulled his pants and boxers down to reveal his nice plump cock as he started to stroke it. Sid : "noooooo!" -muffled by Hamm's juicy dickRex started to fisting his small arms into squirming Sid's urethra, stimulating his cock even more as it twitched with slight orgasms. Slinky held Sid down by tying himself around Sid's arms and legs as he squirmed like a little school girl. Buzz started to fist Sid's nice ass as he stimulated his nice cock even more by from stimulating his prostate. Nice, warm, creamy Pre-cum was cumming out of Sid's throbbing dick as it got all over Rex who was quite embarrassed and aroused by it. Hamm got his enormous dick out of Sid's mouth and started to jizz all over his nice handsome face and all over his chin hair.
Hamm : "ohhhhh ahhhhh~"Sid : "ahhh dude, that's grotty! ahhh shittttt!"Sid started to cum all over his belly as his nipples and six pac started to become covered in his nice warm jizz . The toys had enough of him, and they quickly escaped to Andy's garage. Sid's co-worker who was driving the garbage truck grew impatient, and came out of the truck. Co-worker : "Sid! what the fuck are you doi-"The co worker was astonished of what he saw. he saw cute Sid lying innocently on the lawn covered in his nice creamy jizz, naked. the co worker became sexually aroused by this, and took out his 9 inch dick and started throat fucking poor Sid as we gagged for help.
/r/ an au where Buzz is an actual spaceman and Woody is an actual cowboy and there is gayness involved
Reposted from what I made for /y/. My arts sucks, and I'll try to write something better later. After Andy finally finished moving into his dorm room, he was rather curious about who his roommate was going to be. "Hmm...I wonder what kind of roommate I'll have?" Andy wondered to himself.Then he heard a knock on the door. Excited, Andy opened the door, anxious about who his roommate was going to be.Too bad Andy sure regrets opening the door. (Bah, I'll write more later.)
Found this on /pco/
>>46067Woody looks like Logan.
>>46037I-- I want this tooooooooo. I suck at Westerns though, so I don't know if it would ever be done, if I did it...
>>46068Or the lovechild of Logan and Sniper. But it's still a damn awesome picture.