The Battle For getDare King
 

The princess adjusts her posture on the throne, the butterflies that adorn her veil shimmering and glinting in the light. Her eyes move to the woman standing at her left, and she raises an eyebrow.

"The contestants are ready, Princess."

"Thank you, handmaiden, please send them in."

Five men are led into the room, clad in wildly different attire. Some are armored, others wear little at all, some are dressed finely, and others in plain clothing. None, however, wear anything from the waist down, and each sports a raging erection, bobbing proudly in front of him as he walks into the room.

The princess raises a hand, holding a silk handkerchief, and then lets it fall to the floor, her voice echoing to all four corners of the room:

"Begin."

The first to react is a man in the front, limbs long and spindly like a monkey's. He whirls on the spot, an arc of precum sailing through the air as he swings his throbbing erection at the nearest opponent. The other man reacts quickly, parrying the attacking penis with his own, and a moment later, the sound of meat hitting meat echoes all around the throne room.

A man in dark clothing thrusts his hips forward in a devious jab at another's blind spot, only to pull away at the last moment, narrowly dodging a cock-led charge by a contestant in green armor. A man with a thin, worm-like penis skillfully duels two others, hips gyrating as he slaps their dicks aside with his own. All about the room, each fighter thrusts, parries, and - in some cases - helicopters, all trying to better their adversaries.

Mere minutes later, only two contestants remain: The darkly clad man, and the skilled duelist with a wormy penis. The fighters circle each other, rock-hard cocks bouncing with every step. In a burst of movement, the two charge, leaping towards each other and pelvic thrusting furiously.

A moment later, only one contestant remains. The victor stands with his hands on his hips, his worm-like member pointing upward, as if it too is proud of their achievement.

The princess brings her hands together three times, a smile on her face as she applauds the winner.

"Very good! Well done! Handmaiden, please fetch the paddle and escort our new jester to the dungeon."

"Uh..."

The princess and the handmaiden share a sly smile, before she clears her throat. "Sorry, our new 'king'. Escort our new 'king' out, won't you?"

"As you wish, princess." the handmaiden says, reaching behind the throne. Her hand returns with an intricate purple paddle, made from wood with a few heart-shaped holes carved into it.

"This way, your highness, it's time for your initiation."

I honestly had trouble editing this, because I kept bursting into laughter. One of my todo's this week is to write a story, and I remembered the getDare elections, and here we are. I really hope this gets a chuckle from someone other than me. :D

This did make me laugh, good story Kitten! :)

This is so awesome!!!!!! :D :D :D

I love it! Thank you!

Good job!!!!!! I am impressed.