These authors left me out here to fend for myself fr.
Author notes are written by several people so bare with us on that one please. It's mostly written by a certain individual called Melatonin. (This chapter is an information dump, not a lot of lobotomy here maybe a few jokes there and there)
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*UNKNOWN POV*
"To think my own child would be the host of those wretched goonatars."
"They raise you up thinking you were the chosen one only to abandon you once they find a new candidate."
I was told by those goonatars that I had a white spirit. The ability to take all their abilities and I was the final gooner who would enter this universe. They feigned ignorance of my existence like I was their little puppet.
"They think I'm a failed experiment," I mutter hatefully. While they may have praised me for my ability to harness all their powers at once, I knew the truth behind their words, all the deceit.
And once they viewed me as a failed puppet and went looking for their new vessel, the anger inside me started to show.
Due to this my once white gooner spirit turned black, I had absorbed two of the goonatars destroying them and taking in their powers.
I managed to create a vessel for one of the powers I had stolen, and named him shaddai. And for the other one I kept for my own use. Unfortunately, Shaddai doesn't even know I'm his creator and has been in ignorant blissful sleep for around 1000 years now.
Him being defeated by Helmuth was an unexpected turn-around since that goonatar power I placed inside of him had the literal ability of a god. Turns out Helmuth and his regeneration was enough to put him to sleep.
I've been waiting for his return and according to prophecy he should have his full strength and mind back in 1000 years. I know he has a plan to defeat Helmuth, but that won't be enough since Helmuth isn't the one we should be worried about.
It's the goonatar even I wasn't strong enough to even learn its name. All I know is that he was the first goonatar and his power is unrivaled. His intelligence was brilliant and his gooning ability was off the charts. I have never seen a gooner like that, and I don't think another gooner will ever surpass him.
Though I'm sure he is a great gooner he isn't all of my concern as of now the real problem is the person they chose to be the next goonatar. My son– they must have chosen him all for it to get under my skin.
The thing that worries me the most is that it's my son, I'm not afraid of killing or hurting him, it's just that his gooning ability might be even higher than the red goonatar. It was frightening when I first saw him splurt semen in 0.23 microseconds.
It was the first time I felt frightened as a gooner, I was unreal on jerkmate, I was pretty much unrivalled in gooning. Imagine the shock of seeing your own son giving you a reality check in a sport– no in the life-style you had dedicated your life to.I had trained him to do so but doing stuff like this when he hadn't even reached 18 was way above my expectation. Not to mentionI was the strongest gooner of my family other than my brother but my son was going up places.
"Ohh my brother? He himself–the only thing I can say about him is that he is a different breed inhuman even but I think I surpassed him after absorbing the powers of those 2 goonatars"
You see, the goonatars aren't the only supreme race of gooners. Some human gooners are so strong that they don't even need the goonatar to transcend into this world.
Once the gooning ability of someone reaches a certain level they are picked by the goonatars to be their next subject or toy. The strong ones remain goonatars and those they think are unworthy are killed by their spirit. Luckily, their judgement on me was wrong and I managed to get out of there while even taking down two of them.
When I mentioned when someone's gooning levels reaches a certain point they are able to be hand-picked by the goonatars. However, did I mention that if a high level gooner is untouched for a long time they are able to transcend by themselves. This is how the first goonatar was able to be made.
His gooning ability was so strong that he transcended into this world. His gooning is the source of his power. Though how strong he is remains a secret even to some of the goonatars.
As said previously about my brother, he was able to come to this world all on his own. We had many adventures and somehow he always knew more about the world than I did. The goonatars call him a strange phenomenon called the natural gooner.
I remember asking them about it.
*FLASHBACK*
"We both came into this world at the same time so why is he still stronger than me!" I whined. My brother was always better than me at everything.
When it came to getting the ladies he was top tier, when it came to our parents approval he never failed, even when it came to gooning he was faster and better than me in every possible way.
He probably never knew that I viewed him as a rival not family. I mean, being nice with Mr.perfect was nice and all but I knew that if I cuddled up to him he could potentially use me as a little dog. I'm sad that I didn't use this mindset when facing the goonatars.
Long story short I wanted to be better than my brother.
And thus, my training commenced. I worked hard and gained wisdom from all over the globe but even that wasn't enough to rival my brother. Maybe that was why I was training my son to get better than that guy.
I knew it was kind of petty… but living under the shadow of your brother doesn't feel great, especially since it's been that way since the day I was born.
"How come everything keeps on going his way," I sighed.
"Maybe it's because you are weak," Helmuth chuckled out in his usual childish voice.
"I'm being serious! Why does everything always go his way," I seriously hate how he was always better than me in everything. When I got chosen as the goonatar I thought that this would finally be the thing that I would be better at.
When all hope for an answer was lost I recognised a voice telling me something "I know why," the calm deep voice of red replied.
"Spill the beans.If you have an explanation for why my brother is a better gooner than me"
"Your brother is not a normal gooner. Well I guess none of us here are normal gooners but my point still remains. We goonatars have a way of coming into this world, the energy we produce binds the gooner we want into our soul merging them with us. Your brother doesn't need that to come to this world, his gooner energy alone is strong enough to bind himself to the world and come here," Red explained.
"But that wouldn't explain his wisdom and how much stronger he is. Not to mention I literally have the strongest beings in the universe guiding me while he has nothing!"
"Hold on a second !"£$£$$T% is this how you came into this world?" Robert(blue) asked. I was still unable to hear the name of red due to not being "worthy" enough.
"Well I was the first goonatar and I was also a natural goonatar but among natural goonatars I would consider myself the mightiest," Red said.
"Then how did you make £$%$"£ come to this world," Robert asked again, I assume he was talking about the pretty silent Orange guy.
"He was so close to entering this world, his gooner energy had been wandering in and out of here for like 4 months straight, once I gave him that little push and because of that our souls were bound and he could access my powers."
"Wait so if you hadn't given him that push, the goonatars wouldn't exist and the orange guy could have become a natural gooner which could have potentially made him stronger," I asked in confusion.
"You see natural gooners have a limit to how much power they can access.. Goonatars are the one being that can continue to get stronger and progress, if not of this fact I would have not been this powerful,in due time you will possess enough strength to rival your brother or even surpass him."
*FLASHBACK END*
I was sure that my son would become a natural gooner and come to this world. But it seems I was hoping for too much because the goonatars must have felt his over-reaching presence and made him one of their own.
"Another grooming victim to keep," a truly despicable bunch of gooners. They should feel pity and remorse for what they have done to the failed goonatars.
"That's why they are going to–no need to suffer… Once I absorb their powers and their spirit, they shall be left with nothing more." I clench my fist.
Wait that does leave me thinking, since I'm a gooner but don't have the goonatars does that make me a different breed.
"Artificial gooner," I joke out while laughing at my own joke.
Enough of all this chitter chatter and dark thinking I haven't gooned in the last five minutes. I'm about to go crazy if I don't goon soon.
"Haha hopefully I haven't gotten rusty."(A/N: It's been 5 minutes bro chill) (A/N: how could one not know how to stroke that thing?)
The first thing you do is get the lubricant, I prefer lotion since it leaves a lasting smell on my dick. Oil isn't too bad either but it's kind of messy. The only good thing is how fast I can go with oil. And sometimes doing it raw isn't bad either.
But today I'm not training myself by doing it raw when I have lotion.
Readying my hands I masterfully apply the lotion. Giving it a quick rub through my pubic hair, I grab my schlong and a smirk places itself on my face. I stand up and clench my butt for effect, my hands start stroking and doing their work. I start by twisting my hands gently letting the lotion make my hand just slide instead of choking it too hard.
"Gooner Expansion: Infinite cum!." I clench my butt harder as I release all my hot fluids into the atmosphere. I had missed this feeling, I could feel myself getting stronger by that. The more I goon the more powerful I get. (A/N: Cinema)
This feeling of gooning the old school way was so much better than the new versions..
"So you've finished your session for the day before going into passive masturbation," my assistant says while holding a big tissue box with a grin on her face.
I had first made the cat lady for purposes that should not be disclosed but due to her innate ability to be a gooner like me we often shared discussion. So we were kind of close I guess.
"Passive masturbation isn't the same… it just makes me not horny," I said while sighing.
"Well I prefer you that way," she says with a demonic smile on her face. Sometimes I fear that she may be more powerful than she lets on.
I gather bits of my gooner energy and channel it to my dick in a constant flow, this stimulates my dick so that I don't have to beat it. It's a technique they teach every goonatar so they are able to fight battles without masturbating. But that little brat Helmuth doesn't care and swings his dick around..
"So are you ready?" she smirks at me.
"We are not doing this now lady!!" I scream while running away from her. I swear women are the only creatures that can make the most almightest of people look small. (A/N: VIRGINITY SHIELD ACTIVATED)
"I'M A BOOTY WARRIOR!!" she screams while chasing me around.
"YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A DICK!"
"I CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN!!!"
"WE ONLY SWITCHED BODIES BECAUSE I WANTED TO TOUCH YOU UP."
Sometimes I like to role-play mommy asmr with her but in exchange we sometimes have to do a little bit of role-play her way. Sometimes I regret making that decision because the ideas she comes up with are absolutely demonic–it's like a deal with a demon.
"Stop, we've got more pressing matters, I want to find Shaddai as soon as possible," I stopped running from her.
"On it sir," the switch-up is so crazy. All I have to do is act serious and she locks the fuck in, becoming my assistant instead of the person who sexed me. (A/N: Note of advice to readers always be nonchalant around the huzz) (A/N: He's lying outta his ass, bill cosby was never nonchalant and he's rich)
I've got so much to think about now.
"I've got to find Shaddai, my brother and my son," I groan. My brother was a bit of a mystery but I know when I find Shaddai we will be on the same side and my son I can easily convince to join my side.
"At the end of the day they will all be puppets to take down the goonatars.You may say I'm a bit like the goonatars but I don't plan on building trust I would simply use them not betray them," my resolve was steel.
"Now then let me go take a look at that weapon I've been waiting to come back to, it's in the third layer I believe." my base had three layers.
The first was the protection area for invaders and people who stumble here and the second was where a lot of important stuff was there (gooning material too) and lastly the third was my secret weapon.
The same thing I used to extract the spirits of the goonatars. You see if I had tried to absorb the goonatars without this I would have extracted all of them which would be too much for my body. This weapon extracts only a part of the soul leaving the rest. It also gives a boost to all my other abilities.
In short it maxes out my control in any thing that I do.
"I've got a lot of preparation to do."
This chapter was written and edited by melatonin.
Damn just Mela is crazy
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