Simpsons Porn Story: Vigna Caracalla Chapter 1

Hey:)

This is an M/M fic, so if you dont like, dont read.

Or even better: Read until you start loving it.

Bear in mind that Im from Norway. (Thats my excuse for everything. –;), so my English may have some grammar mistakes.

This is a Bart/Nelson fic, with some small hints of Millhouse/Lisa. Sideshow Bob also makes an appearance. I Just love that guy

And just so you know, I dont own the Simpsons, not even one single characterNot fair. Own this story though.

Anyway, enjoy!

Thats at least what Bart’s thinking.

Yup, he was busted. He knew he should have resisted placing a stink bomb in Principals Skinners favourite collection of Vigna caracalla-. Why Skinner bothered to collect the same type of wine Bart never knew, and he didnt want to know.

If he asked, he was sure the principal would go on and on with some romantic, clichd story that happened to him in his young days.

Anyway, it was supposed to be a harmless joke, but.

-koff- SKINNER!! Of course, superintendent Chalmer was on his daily check up visit.

Keywords: Snail wine and flavour bomb just dont mix; no matter how tempting that may sound.

Eep.

Young man, youve really done it this time, the principal sneered. For just a second, Bart could almost understand why the man had been a feared (and hated) soldier in his time.

But just for a second.

Now, what do you have to say for yourself?

Smells like snail porrigde here Bart snickered.

Try again Translated: you got two more chances.

Okay. Im very, very sorry. Not

What was that?

Um, why did you start collecting the snail juice anyway? Here goes nothing.

Well, thats a very interesting story. It all began when I moved to France in 1961, and- W-wait! No, I wont fall for that!

Damnit.

Bart, you know I have no other choice but to punish you, right?

No, are you kidding? What a surprise! Bart faked a shocked face. Principal Skinner ignored him and continued.

Of course, punishments seem to glance off on you, so Ill make sure that this time, you WILL succumb to the schools authority. Me! Skinner proudly pointed at himself. Bart didnt look too impressed.

I thought superintended Chalmer had the authority at the school.

Shh. Dont speaks his name! Bart sighed.

Okay, I though you-know-who had the authority at the school.

We share. Thats because we are such good friends.

Okay. So if we ever should be friends, could I call youfor stupid, sissy and incompetent arse- licker like he does?

Dont make me give you another detention.

Fine, just pointing it out, Hehe, he could be a bitch sometimes.

Anyway, you will not serve this punishment alone. That would be too cruel, muahaha!!

Bart didnt like the evil laugh though. Then again, who would?

Too cruel? He wanted to puke. He knew where he would serve the detention.

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Bah, gross! Yup, cleaning the toilets again. And someone had made a mess in there.

Who will serve the detention with me? Millhouse? He looked hopefully up at Skinner. No way, my dear boy. (Bart shuddered at that line) Im afraid the detention would become a party instead of pure, urine-torture. Im signing you up withHm, lets seeMartin.

Martin! Bart gasped!

Oh no, wait, I meant Nelson. Those two names are very much alike, dont you agree? Fine, Bart had been officially informed that Principal Skinner was nuts.

Oh, well. B is better than A. Bart sighed. Yup, this detention wouldnt be so bad after all. Nelson was at least entertaining. He had so many creative ways to punch people.

Mhm, well, enjoy. There is Nelson.

Bart turned around.

There he was. Big, threatening andnervous? Nah, he must have imagined it. Or did Nelson actually have sweat on his forehead, arms and legs?

Ether that, or some very local rain cloud must have been following him.

Ah, well. Ill leave the very important cleaning mission to you two. Dont screw this up, or Ill have your heads. Bart gulped. Nelson looked unimpressed. Hey Skinner, your mother and Chalmer are doing it in the closet. From threatening to hysterical the brave principal became.

What? I told them not to. Not after what happened last time. Mother! And before Bart had time to blink, Skinner sprinted up the hallway. Nelson smirked, before pushing Bart inside the bathroom.

Hey, take it easy! His protest was cut when Nelson pushed him up on the rusty sink.

What the hell are you doing!? Something was definitely wrong here.

And before Bart knew it, Nelson placed his hands on his ass and captured his lips in a rough kiss.

Tell me if there are too many grammar mistakes. I dont have a beta

-Vigna Caracalla is some weird wine Ive heard about. Caracalla means snails. Snail wine? Yuck

Next chapter will be told from Barts POV.

Until next time.

BartyGirl.