“I swear… I’m going to find the King Cuck and end this fucking MESS!!!” Jimmithey roared out, his cuckold energy fueling his rage!

  He bsted forward, crashing through the halls. He quickly passed through the Cuck’s harem room, crashing into a massive metal door at the end of it.

  BAM!

  The metal hinges smmed open, the door shattering into multiple pieces. As soon as Jimmithey did this, he felt a freezing Cuckold energy surround his body.

  “I’m almost there…” Jimmithey muttered to himself, seeing warm air come out of his mouth.

  He stopped flying and nded on the ground, turning his head around. He saw an enormous grand hall with tens of pilrs spiraling around him. Gigantic metal chandeliers were held over each section of the hall, sending a blinding white light down.

  Around him were more ancient arts of Cuckoldry, fountains of cuck juice id out all over. Massive statues of a naked King Cuck lined the walls, pointing forward at one final, gigantic door.

  It would’ve been beautiful to him in other circumstances. Especially if it wasn’t inside of the pace of the King Cuck.

  In the middle of the hall was a rge round table with eight metal chairs. In the middle was one mighty throne with the letters “KC” inscribed upon it.

  Around the circiling table were six other seats with two letters inscribed on each of them them.

  “KC… FF… BB…CC… BI… SI… RR… GG…” Jimmithey quietly read, curiously analyzing the empty thrones. The one with BB on it was rger than the rest and the one with RR on it had many broken chains on it.

  He quickly realized these thrones belonged to the King Cuck’s Generals. They must’ve met here to discuss their degeneracy and pns.

  “All of these bastards should be dead now. The only one remaining is the King himself…” Jimmithey muttered out loud, walking past the round table.

  He continued forward, finally reaching the colossal, seventy feet feet tall, steel doors, each engraved with naked cucks and dildos. It was the grandest thing Jimmithey had ever seen, the aura coming off of it being intense.

  “This is it.” Jimmithey thought as he slowly walked up to the doors, feeling the intense pressure of the King Cuck’s aura getting increasingly intense.

  He breathed in and out, his head calming down. This was the final step. From this point onwards, the final fight against the King Cuck would begin.

  He could get his revenge on the man who ruined his life and then…

  “Fuck. Whatever happens after doesn’t matter right now. Only killing this Cuck bastard matters. That’s all.” Jimmithey muttered quietly, pressing his hands onto the cold metal doors.

  He then began pushing it forward, opening it.

  CREAK…

  The door opened slowly and menacingly, even colder air rushing out towards Jimmithey. He covered his face with his arms, slowly walking into the pitch bck throne room.

  But as he did, he heard a familiar voice.

  “Ah…. My good cuckin’ friend… Jimmithey Johnrey James. Oh, how I’ve missed you and your beautiful cuck scent…” The King Cuck chuckled, his voice echoing across the entire dark hall.

  “King Cuck!!! Where the fuck are you!? You motherless fuck! Come out, YOU BASTARD!!!” Jimmithey roared, slowly walking closer into the dark room. He could only see the light from the hall behind himself, everything else being covered in a dark ominous fog.

  He then saw the door behind him shut, his body completely covered in both heavy Cuckold energy and darkness.

  But right as he opened his mouth to shout again, neon blue lights fshed in front of his eyes, covering his vision.

  He looked forward and saw jumbled mess of computer screens and rushing steam, a jarring sight compared to the fancy architecture from the earlier hall.

  The lights began to illuminate the room, revealing the King Cuck’s Cuck throne. It was turned away from Jimmithey, instead aimed at a massive window that outlooked the cosmos.

  The pnet Earth was revealed through the enormous panes, hundreds of Cuck ships floating and flying around it. It was a grand sight, only meant for the strongest of Cucks.

  “That’s no way to greet your new papi, young Jimmithey! After all, you are only the cuck you are today, thanks to me.” The King Cuck stated as he stared out the vast window. His warm, cuck breath was visible from afar, rushing out from even behind the hulking throne.

  “No. The energy of a cuck was always within me. Even before you came. I know that now. The powers of a Cuck and a Schizo were always inside of me. The powers you covet and fear!” Jimmithey responded, clenching his fists in rage.

  “Heh, young Cuck… I’d admit, you are correct. You’ve always had the predisposition of a Cuck, the fetish of cuckoldry linked deeply to your soul. That is why you chose the path of a cuck after facing all of these degenerates… I ask you, Jimmithey. Why would a King of Cucks get the help from other degenerates?” The King responded, his eerie high-pitched voice ringing in Jimmithey’s ears.

  “Huh?” Jimmithey mumbled out, his eyebrows raised in confusion.

  “Degeneracy of our caliber is linked to wants and desires. An incessant want that will csh with another’s own will. A Cucks want for cuckoldry will conflict with a Brony’s want for Ponies. There are only enough people in this world and our greed cannot be satiated. With this fact, why would I empower those to reach a higher level? Keke! Why would I let non cucks join the Cuckold Empire? Think boy…”

  Jimmithey stood there, still enraged. But within that rage, he considered what the King had said and began to think about the past. He thought about all of the fights and experiences he had with Generals, remembering each event.

  As he did, he remembered what had happened when he talked to the King after defeating the Green-Haired Guy.

  “‘I SEE YOU’VE BEATEN MY PAWN, THE GREEN BOY.’ Pawn…? ‘T’WAS A TEST, A TEST TO SEE IF YOU WERE THE REAL CUCKIN’ DEAL.’” Jimmithey remembered, his thoughts forming the image of the King Cuck’s face.

  “A test…?” Jimmithey whispered to himself, considering what the King had said previously.

  “Indeed, Jimmy boy! I wanted to test if you were ripe for the Cuckening. Of all of the Generals you’ve interacted with, all of them have tried to bring you to their side in many different ways. The Führer tried with his girthy, alien cock. The Colonel tried with rage, wanting to ensve you to his fetish. The Green boy tried with his sex, wanting to show you his prowess. He failed and took the role Radiant Rapist would’ve. The Brony tried with his pleads of Ponies. And the Twins tried with showing you their love. But as, you did not fall for any of them. You denied their degenracy to the most you could… Until….”

  “Until you got Cucked by the Alpha, a part of the pn that was both unexpected and perfect… At that point, you accepted who you were. I did not see it for myself, but I can tell. I’ve gone through the same thing, young cuckling. You’ve accepted and shown yourself to be the Cuck of my dreams, growing stronger with every bout and thought of Cuckoldry. That was the point of this war, that was the point of these silly generals. All to get to you, my young Jimmy. After all, you are not only the elusive Schizo, but also a Cuck! KEKEKE! Do you see, child!? Do you understand?” The King cuck roared out as he held his skiny arms up, visible from behind the throne.

  “Goddamn it! You killed hundreds of thousands of innocent fucking people for this!? You forced me through all of THAT for a-a-a FUCKING TEST!?!” Jimmithey roared out, his cuckold aura surging throughout his body.

  “It’s a price for a world belonging to Cucks. Men and women who are rejected by the world… A world where I can rule as King and cuck forever… To do that, you were needed, Jimmy boy. But now, you are the man you are. The strongest Cuckold I’ve seen besides myself. Brimming with potential and rage, the strongest fuel for any cuck besides the act of cucking… You are perfected.” The King finished, clenching his hand slowly.

  Jimmithey’s mind was a jumbled mess, feeling a horrible rage he had never felt in his life. The fact of King Cuck maniputing his misery made him furious, a fact that he had previously accepted but never fully processed.

  And in this mess of a mind, the only thought was revenge.

  “You’re right… I am the strongest Cuck. You knew that one day, from the very beginning, that I was going to surpass you! So you feared me and tried to control me! But now that day has come, King Cuck! The day where I take you down and become the strongest cuck! The day where I END THIS WAR” Jimmithey yelled, pushing his cuck aura outward

  The energy was fierce, a fiery red aura surrounding his body! It melted the floor under himself, the steel Cuck metal bubbling out as if it were boiled water.

  “Ahhhh… Kekeke…. The hubris of youth. I need to teach you a lesson in cuckoldry, to show you why I am named the King of Cucks.” The King Cuck said cheerily, slowly turning his gigantic throne.

  Once the Cuck throne finally swiveled around, the King Cuck’s form was finally revealed.

  “The fuck?!” Jimmithey shouted as he looked at the Cuck’s deformed body.

  He was no longer the lean, slightly muscur Cuck he was in the past. He was now a skinny and malnourished being, his body being supported by machinery.

  Wiring and pipes were fitted into his body, pulling his blood in and out. Steam came out of small exhaust pipes on the side of each machine. Towards the side of the throne were hundreds of little computer scenes, computer code and binary ringing out every second.

  They were stuck together in a mishmashed form, a complete technological mess that was nearly impossible to decipher.

  He now sat at a massive Eight and a half feet tall, much taller than he was before. Veins lined up his body, his skin now being pale white.

  He now loomed seventy feet above him, on top of his technologically supported Cuckold Throne. This said throne rested on top of many steps, which looked down on the young Cuck.

  Despite his disturbed and changed look, the King still had his dirty cuck smile and nose, staring down at Jimmithey’s aura.

  “Ah? You must question my new look, mhm? That sneak attack that daughter of mine delivered onto me did a real number on me! The resurrection wasn’t complete, not bringing me back to my physical health. So, I need a bit of Cuck tech to help my body out! Just to be sure I don’t destroy this cuckin’ pnet with my pure Cuckold aura! What do you think, Jimmithey?! Aren’t I majestic?” He cackled out, a rge cuckold grin resting upon his face.

  “Fuck no!! You make me sick!! When I fucking kill you, I’ll make sure it’s slow and goddamn painful!” Jimmithey shouted, preparing to attack the King, getting into a fighting stance.

  WOOSH!!!

  Before he could, he felt a wave of freezing cold Cuckold energy rush out, causing his body to tighten up for a second. He looked up, seeing King Cuck’s skinny, shriveled hand raised upwards, wiring coming out from his wrist.

  “Wait, my young cuck. I am not finished… Before we battle, I want to show you why we are of the same mind… Of the same cuckoldry!” The King Cuck ordered as he waved his arm around.

  As he did, the aura around both of them began to shake. It became a smokey fog, surrounding the pilrs and walls of the mighty cuckold hall. The mist shifted around, forming into a hologram-like vision.

  “Jimmithey, I know everything you’ve gone through, after all the King of Cucks will always know his cuck underlings. And with that, I can say that we are the same…

  We were both fucked by the world, put down by the world of normalcy. So degeneracy is the only thing that would accept us. Degeneracy is the only thing that strengthens us!” The King Cuck howled, his hideous face lightened by the bright fog and machines under himself.

  Jimmithey looked up at him and scrunched his face up in rage. Just hearing the King Cuck speak made him sick!

  “Fuck no! FUCK YOU! You killed Milly’s mom and stepdad in cold blood! You maniputed my goddamn life and killed thousands! You kidnapped people and forced them to fuck for months! You weren’t fucked by the world, you fucked yourself over! And you made people suffer because you’re fucking weak!” Jimmithey roared, pushing the cuckold fog away from himself.

  “I see, young Cuck… You’ve heard a part of the tale from my baby girl. But you’ve only heard from her cuckin’ perspective! She was a young buck, her memories becoming mistaken through the years of change!! But this is my whole cuckin’ truth!” The King Cuck ughed out, his mechanical support creaking under him.

  The creaking sound echoed out, causing Jimmithey to stay silent and listen. The King’s voice made him sick and he was furious, but he was still curious and calmed down.

  He wanted to prove he was nothing like the King, and would need all of the evidence possible to do this!