The Pop-Tart Love triangle

The story of 3 characters, Juan, Artero, and gracie find themselves trapped in a triangle of love revolving around pop-tarts

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1. Introduction (Smut)

It was a fresh day, the smell of fresh Blueberry Pop-tarts was in the air. 

Then he saw her. 

Her hair was golden blonde like that of a lemon Pop-tart, Her smile as enchanting as the taste of a toasted hot chocolate flavored Pop-tart. 

He would give all the self tarting in the would just to Tart her once. 

Her name, Gracie, Felt as good as consuming an entire package of Strawberry Poptarts to say. 

But alas, Gracie was tasting another boys tarts, A boy named Artero, his stench was worse than 3 packs of off-brand toaster pastries combined, his entire face and body was about as appealing as a 3 week old Walmart brand Pop-tart. 

But unfortunately, he could Tart Gracie whenever he pleases. He had forgotten how many times he caught them in a Storage room with his Tarts Halfway down her throat, the smell of his signature Whipped cream flavored Off-brand Toaster Pastries in the air.

***
(Gracie's point of view)

There he is again, that boy Juan... he stares at me a lot. He's cute, Looking at him is like staring into a Chocolate Chip Frosted name brand Pop-Tart, he's like a dream. 

"Hey there sweet cheeks" A familiar and unpleasant voice erupted like the flavor of an off-brand banana split Pop-tart... 

"Get your sweet Vanilla Pop-Tart ass over here" He Hollered whilst throwing Great Value Cheap Maple Bacon flavored pop tarts straight at my ass. 

He picked me up, Smashed a disgusting Hot Fudge Sunday Tart into my face, and carried me all the way back to his house. 

***

He locked the door. "On your knees now slut" He roared at me, His voice about as pleasant as a ketchup mustard flavored Tart. 

I did as I was told, I got on my knees. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his package. It was a package of Chocolate Milkshake flavored tarts. "I'm not sure I wanna-" before I could finish my sentence my mouth was filled with the unpleasantness of the tarts, and the only sounds were the sounds of my gagging and his erotic moaning. He smashed more disgusting off-brand tarts against my ass while he continued Tarting my face. Finally I finished the poptart as he let out a huge moan. 

He left without even saying goodbye...

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