The story about the Gypsy demon ⇐ Half-truths and fantasies

[Anonymous]

I was in the hospital several years ago. It was a children's endocrinology department. I was examined there for the army. One morning our entire ward woke up not from a nurse with thermometers, but from a fucking child’s scream. We raised our heads and screamed right in our room. A gypsy boy of about 4 years old was running around it. I was freaked out by what was happening. He started running around each bed and yelling "GET UP." Then the nurse came in and said he was new. And the Churkess himself looked VERY funny: in a red T-shirt, bald, you could immediately see that his bald spot was decorated with small scars. The demon circled around the room a little more and ran away. This is how we met. After a short 3 hours - he fucked everyone. As it turned out, he was sick with some kind of crap. He was actually 7 or 8, and had the height and weight of a 3-4 year old. But he had one more feature: he had a gigantic asshole. That is, except for his ass, his entire body was dwarfed beyond his years. We made a lot of money from this. We got to know him and said: “My name is Vanya.” Well, we called him Yashka, referring to his accent, but we didn’t understand whether he was Vanya or Yasha. And not only was it smoked, it was already sitting *lol). I was sitting in some TsVIMP. Apparently for theft, as he later admitted - he tried to take off some guy’s shoes. Right on the go. Well, how could we not troll him for the AUE theme. His speech was pure: A fucking Russian with a mixture of some local castes, as well as the letter "Eee" and, of course, with his favorite obscenities. He promised to fuck everyone. Once he even jerked something off there, entered our ward and was about to say something, when suddenly a nurse simply dragged him away by the scruff of the neck without his pants. He also didn’t like to wash himself. Thank God he was not in our room. There was a whole mountain of laughs with him. If you want, I'll tell you.
So. The Tsagansky demon didn’t like to wash himself, but he didn’t like wiping his ass even more. He figured out a way to do it without wiping his ass and not getting pissed off. On the 3rd day of rest in the hospital, he exhausted his entire toilet like a mummy. Everything would be fine if he did it with clothes on and not after he took a shit. This demon undressed, sat down to shit, stood up, and wrapped himself completely. After which he decided to scare the nurses, but the little demon did not take into account the fact that he was not finished yet. And he decided to finish his shit while he was walking, that is, right into the paper. Needless to say, the toilet paper, which was not wrapped very tightly around the body, did not hold back this pressure. Shit started falling on the floor. I found out about this when our comrade flew into our room shouting: “Guys, Yashka is shitting on the floor!” We ran, really. They were already carrying him into the sanitary room with a giant shitty ass, wailing that Vanya, there was no need to shit on the floor. As we found out, Vanya leaned towards the caste of devils, fortunately there don’t seem to be any of them in children’s institutions. He loved to give gas at the table. And Yashka smelled very strongly. At the 2nd fart I said: "Yashka, Fuck your mother, get the fuck out of here." Yashka didn’t immediately understand what was going on and the first thing I heard was a drawn-out “EEE.” Hatem the words "Fuck you about my mother bitch". He rushed at me. I immediately threw him out of the canteen. He stood up, repeated the phrase and ran somewhere. AND WHERE TO? RIGHT! Shit on my bed. Fortunately, the gypsy brain knows how to give the command “Shit,” but not the command “Memory.” He made a mistake and confused my bed with the bed of his school friend, who all the time played Nintendo or some kind of crap in Terraria.
One day he wanted to fuck us again, he waited for the moment when all the nurses had eaten tits in the nurse's room, stripped naked and began to jerk a bolt near our room. How did I know about this? I went to take a shit. When I came out of the toilet, I found myself 20 steps from his back. I wrapped my hands in toilet paper (he was already stinking by then), approached him from behind, grabbed him by the armpits and dragged him into our room. I said loudly: “HERE IS THE FLIGHT.” He became wildly angry and began to fly around the ward. Everyone was even more frightened; it’s not every day that a little gypsy with a half-fallen dick flies near them, saying spells in his gypsy. He thought that now we would fuck him and crawled under the bed. The nurses came in response to the noise. "WHO TAKE SHO TAKE?" they asked, our comrade Roma (who looked like a Russian chock) pointed his finger under the bed. The nurses went crazy. Little Yasha was sitting naked under the bed with his ass shitting from fear. They persuaded him to leave his gypsy demonic lair. This was probably the wildest story. There were also stories about grub, fortune telling, suicide, and also the day when you had to wash.
Everything was not particularly smooth until the moment when the gypsy met his Natasha. It was a girl about 12 years old. She was lying in a ward with other girls. He kept rushing in there, yelling something in his own language and leaving. But one evening I suggested to him that it would be awesome to impress her. He told me that he understood me. I called the boys and we followed him. He said he knew what to do. I asked him to start clapping as soon as he came in. We walked in and started clapping. The gypsy demon began to perform the dance of black love. It was very tough. These were gypsy dances with a touch of tectonics. He danced like it was the last time. He opened his soul and tore it into small pieces. He poured it directly on this Natasha. Well guess what. What lady wouldn’t melt in love from this? Krch was not impressed. When Yashka finished his turbo tsigtonic, he asked her a question. "Will you stay with me?". They went crazy. They went crazy as soon as we walked in. They were shocked by what happened. She told him no, get out of here, you've already seriously fucked up for the day. Yashka turned around, without turning his head, called her a Russian creature and walked away. A few seconds have passed, when suddenly he flies back, pulls down his pants, shows her his ass and leaves, leaving her silent. About 15 minutes passed, we were sitting at the post, talking about something. Yashka the Gypsy Demon came and began to pour out his soul to us. As soon as he realized that we didn’t understand anything except "Tvar" - he said that he would kill himself. We became very interested. He walked up to the crap with the antiseptic (you pull down the piece of iron and it starts pouring out) and began to say goodbye to everyone. As soon as he finished, he raised the back of his head and pressed the piece of iron... As expected, NOTHING happened. He himself was sick of this situation. How did I understand this? I heard the already familiar "Eeeee bitch". He repeated this procedure 7 times until a nurse came and prescribed him some pussy. This is how the beat of one broken heart could end.
Harchki, Gentlemen. We often liked to bully Yashka. Most of all, he melted from the phrase "Wow, what an ass, it just begs to be fucked." Instant black RAGE. Gypsy Brawley started yelling, speeding up and crashing while running into one of us. This time he took the lead on me. But the little gypsy had very poor aim. At high speed, he got into an accident: he hit a bench with his foot and flew across the floor somersaulting like Lightning McQueen. He stood up and realized that there was not enough rage to start a new race, and there was little time. It’s worth mentioning about the structure. Our room (where the action took place, namely near it) was located right next to the junction of two parts of the long corridor, and was very close to the treatment room, where a nurse often sat. There she gave enemas, took blood, put gloomy in a vein (well, almost), took blood from diabetics from time to time. Most of my comrades were diabetics and helped troll the local bully Yashka. Yashka didn’t think for a long time (he fucked up the ult, but the rest of his skills remained) - he began to spit. We dodged as best we could. The demon ran to the post for water, drank and returned. One of the diabetics shouted: “DON’T LET HIM HIT YOU, HIS SALIVA IS ALREADY MELTING THE FLOOR!” Yashka was provoked by our fear of his superpower and he began to suck snot from his nose and lymph into his grub. As it absorbed these resources, it became increasingly uncontrollable. This pocket gypsy went into an ABSOLUTE RAGE. He lost control and started spitting wherever he saw. I decided to save my comrades from dissolution in the gypsy poison and ran for him. In one leap I overcame his head (fortunately, only Yashka’s ass had grown). I was already behind him. He captured the target. I was his target. He decided to give me a 360 nouscope, but at that moment the nurse came out. You caught the timing, you say. She came out screaming, I will say. He spat right on her uniform. She promised to give him an enema for 6 days. Guess what happened next. Yashka, full of shit, angry at fate, went to look for us. But he was too stupid to understand that he couldn't run with a full tank. He saw us, used the "GYpsy RAGE" ultimate, yelled in his own language and took us into overdrive. THAT WAS FUCKING COOL! YASHKA RUNNED, LEAVING A TRAIL OF SEMI-BROWN WATER, LIKE FIRE. HE RUSHED AT US, FLOWING GRAVEY. HE YELLED LIKE THE LAST TIME. We quickly hid in the aftershock. Me and 2 diabetic twins. By the way, they fluttered wildly. They looked like 2 Kazakhs. For some reason, only one had a slightly forward jaw and long curly hair. Calling them by their names was nonsense. We gave them a go. They all started calling them Phil and Kirya. They argued all the time which of them wanted to be Filya more. In the end, they decided that they would take turns eating Sirloin, every other day. We waited in the toilet. It seemed to us that many years had passed. We heard the nurse screaming. It was honey for our souls. We came out of the aftershock. We saw what everyone wanted to see. The floor was trashed from the treatment room to the other end of the corridor. It was wet and so colorful. And at the end of the corridor, the furious Demon Yashka was being dragged along the floor.
About Gypsy Magic. Yashka, like any self-respecting gypsy, loved to fuck things up. But, like any gypsy, he got caught, the demon decided to steal someone else’s toilet paper, because he was tired of receiving punishment from the nurses for his smelly ass, and he has a big ass. We didn’t offend him, but decided to troll him. "What can you do?" - we asked. "Uh, sorcerers, guessing!" SALES. He took a deck of cards and began to guess. Of course, no one taught him to tell fortunes; most likely, he simply saw someone from his glorious gang doing it. He sits, scratches the deck, asks how and what I have. I say, "Don't talk to me, cast a spell, you demonic spawn." He took this as a command to action and began to actively cast magic. The cards flew at the speed of the furious Yashka. A random card falls. "VIDISHSH?" I say that I see. "YOU DON'T SEE ANYTHING". "What's there?" I asked. "Uh, here he is swearing in his uh about FUCKING, LUCK!". "So what?" I asked. The next card flies like a bullet. "OOOOOO GIRL, VIDISHSH? KAROL! OH, YEAH, GIRL!". I sense a catch. "BUT NOT AN ORDINARY GIRL, BUT A RICH MAN swears in his own way". Fuck you. Yashka says everything will be fucked up for you. SHARPLY THROWS THE CARDS, BREAKS OUT OF PLACE AND RUNS TOWARDS THE DOOR. But it was not there. Today's Filya grabs him. In vain, as it turned out later. We thought that Bes Gypsy decided to take a shit from us, but no, he realized that he couldn’t sit for long and decided to run and take a shit. How sorry it was for Phil, who realized this too late. He held Bes by the armpits while Yashka shit right in his arms. He wanted to throw him into the corridor. But there was a round and a doctor was visiting. He had to hold the gypsy baby in his arms until he finished. When Yashka took a shit, he shouted "ALEOP" and fucked off in an unknown direction. We often followed other guys into his room. There was a stench there all the time. When we went there we saw how the whole ward was driving the demon into a trap. He was sitting under the bed against the wall, and the exit was almost blocked by a bench that they had taken from the corridor. Yashka did not raise his voice. He sat there until the end of the quiet hour. When he came out... He started yelling like he had never yelled before and didn’t speak a word in Russian. He rushed to the room where they wash. While he was walking, his ass was slurping very funny. But we didn’t say this, because at that moment he was dangerous as a biological weapon.
Gypsy and asshole. The gypsy was superstitious, when he saw us he always covered his ass. Not because we farted on his ass, but because he was afraid that we would fuck him. He was very afraid of this and often shouted: "NOT YOU, DON'T FUCK YOU!!!" After that, he ran into the playroom, where he created what only the Gypsy’s imagination could achieve in a mountain of toys. He made a hole in Tigger (the tiger from Winnie the Pooh). We caught him red-handed. He was irritating his dick, saying: “Nah, now you’re going to be a bitch.” We were all standing behind the doorway, suddenly he suddenly pounces on Tigger and starts trying to insert his bashtrick into Tigger's cotton hole. When he inserted it, he began to make some movements, they vaguely looked like friction, but nothing more. I decided to interrupt this action. I entered with the words "A-TYA-TYA-TYA-TYA-TYAYA". He jumped up and threw the poor Tigger. He said that he was studying so that we could do the same later. In general, he jerked off very often; we didn’t catch him as often as the nurse caught him. So, imagine a pocket Gypsy Yashka without pants, with an erect dick, who shouts "TOO WANT IT?". He rushed at me. I truly felt genuine fear. We managed to run. Tsyga, without pants, ran after us and yelled: "I'M SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FUCK." This speeded us up a lot. We reached the post, there was a new nurse there, a trainee, literally just from the school. Can you imagine her gasp when she saw a crowd of 16-17 year old pussies running away from a dwarf big-assed gypsy Demon with a naked dick, who was screaming at the top of his lungs that he was about to FUCK someone. Our savior suddenly appears. Auntie Nurse. She grabbed baby Yashka by the scruff of the neck and dragged his dick to God knows where. After that, Yashka tried to fuck us 2 more times, but that’s another story
Once, when we got tired of looking at Yashka in RAGE, we began to think about how to evoke a different emotion in him. Everything is so simple here. If a gypsy can be angry, he can also be scared. There is no third option, I saw him happy only when he shit himself, well, and when he farted (and when he jerked off). We thought for a long time what Yashka was afraid of. While walking, he caught mosquitoes and ate them with the words “I won.” There he ate a spider. Yashka was not afraid of the dark, but he was afraid of something in the dark, his roommate told us this. This was the first clue. I remembered that Yashka hides his ass all the time. EUREKA! Yashka is afraid that he will be fucked (by the way, a good fear, many anons would have this). It was decided that it all needed to be connected. We knew that the nurse left her post for the nursing room at about 1am. We waited. The time has come. We went out in a quiet group of me, Fili and Kirei. There were wooden doors, and the rest of the space was occupied by windows so blurry that only silhouettes were visible. We persuaded his neighbors to play along with us in advance. We were there. 2 knocks on the glass. His comrades wake him up quietly. And they pretend to be crushed. My exit. He looks up and sees a silhouette in the windows near the door. He suddenly disappears behind the door. It opens slightly so that there is a small gap. From this gap came a sound in a half-voice whisper: “Yashenka-Vanechka, take off your panties, I want to penetrate your ass.” I stood back up so that there was a silhouette. He started waking up his neighbors. They play along with us and say that they don’t see anyone there. And Yashka sees everything. Yashka knows that now he can be fucked. He decided that he was sick and lay down. And again the voice. Only louder, with a wheeze. "Vanechka-Yashenka, come here with your little ass". The gypsy demon realized that things were not going in his favor and woke up his neighbors again. They said that they didn’t hear anything, and while they were saying this, I continued: “Yashenka-Vanechka, no one will hear me, and no one will hear you.” The demon realized that everything was fucked up. (Diabetics love cucumbers very much; due to the large amount of water, they lower blood sugar, well, they just can’t do much, that’s why they love them). Filya and Kirya enter the game with 2 cucumbers in the groin area, they stood in the window areas, creating a silhouette of 2 people with a dick. "Yashenka, come here, dear." "NO!" - Yashka shouted quietly. "YASHA, GIVE UP YOUR ASS!!!". Confusion, Yashka shit himself. He started yelling that everyone was around the fagot and wanted to fuck him. He threatened to fuck all the neighbors. We're fucked. The nurses came running. Yashka went from fear to a state of RAGE and began yelling that everyone would FUCK. Then Yashka began to do a bad job of pretending to fuck, shouting "TA TA TA." Yashka was calmed down, washed, and sent to bed. In the morning they told how Yashka spent an hour telling how he would FUCK all his neighbors. By the way, at night, after it had been washed, we came again and said in a whisper "YASHENKA." After that he started making threats. By the way, Yashka never once cried. He was always angry and threatened with sexual violence.