Here's a pro tip for when you're hanging out with me: if I ask you to compare dicks, it's a trap.

If it's just you and me, then you've lost. And that doesn't necessarily mean I'm bigger. Sure, most of the times I'll dwarf anyone who crosses swords with me, but it may very well be that you actually have the upper hand in that regard. The thing is, it doesn't matter. I don't compare to see who's bigger, I couldn't care less about that macho stuff. I compare because it's a convenient excuse to flop my cock out.

I know, I know. As if I'd ever need an excuse for that. What can I say, I like things to happen naturally, rather than suddenly.

Anyways, long story short, if I walk up to you, bulge in full display, and ask you if you want to compare, or any other question that would result in me pulling my pants down, you're fucked. Metaphorically, and quite possibly literally. I'll make you mine, for the rest of your (now incredibly short) life.
As an extension to the rule, if you see me accompanied by someone with an equally as sizeable bulge, and we ask something of that nature, then it will be even worse for you.

I don't have that many friends, or at least that many friends who are still alive after than a couple of weeks. Those who survive, however, tend to do so because they have some very specific tastes, and abilities to match.

Rifykoh and I, for example, both enjoy digesting innocent passerbys to death while their loved ones watch helplessly, begging us to give them just one more day with the cumstains-to-be. They beg and beg without end, unknowingly doing so even hours after our victims are dead already.

Another fun pastime Rifykoh and I share is reuniting couples.

One last thing you should know about me, when I ask you to compare, is that I already know you'll say yes. I can easily identify a cock-hungry slut on sight. It's obvious, as soon as I set foot into a room. Some people will be curious, most will be intrigued, and a few will immediately drop whatever they're doing and focus their attention entirely on me.

Put together everything I've talked about so far, and you have the perfect recipe for an afternoon of fun!
True, a few establishments might have to close down due to a lack of customers, staff, and owners. That's what happens when your body is a merciless instrument of death.

But isn't that what friendship is all about?

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This comic had been brewing since last year, and finally Rifykoh from FA and I managed to get it! It's a fun piece that shows a nice and healthy friendship.

Our lovely victims are VodCat from FA and Shiretsuna from FA.

Art by  Panderk, of course, one of the sweetest artists around!

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