Mule's Greatest Challenge? Mule vs his Evil Twin: A Halloween Tale

Mule  vs His Evil Twin

Story by Mule, from a suggestion by Andrew Bruno, edits by Edit-brah, original artwork by Steve and by Enrique Nieto Nadal. 

It has been known since ancient times, that as the time now known as HALLOWEEN draws nigh, the walls between worlds grow thin, now back then, they thought of other realms as realms of the dead, spirits and goblinfolk, but we live in an age of Quantum Mechanics and now we think in terms of multi-dimensions and parallel worlds, and your Mule is nothing if not SCIENTIFICAL!  One of the realms that abuts ours, and manifests itself in ours at Halloween, is the DIMENSION OF SLUTTINESS, and you have heard me talk much on that already...but it is not the only veil between worlds that attenuates...

MIRROR MIRROR

So there I was at the gym on Halloween.  I had figured there wouldn't be many people at the gym this evening, what with parties and Tricker Treaters. As it turned out, it was basically deserted. I got to admit I was enjoying having the place to myself. I had finished a killer chest and bicep session. I had a huge pump from the workout.   I was flexing before a mirror in the locker room, empty at this time of other patrons, leaving just ME and a few scattered Halloween decorations that some over eager GYM STAFFER had left around to make the gym seem more "festive".  I was studying my physique, admiring my gainz, outlined in the muscular contours.  I have to admit, I was looking rather magnificent.  I had never felt more muscular, more handsome and in my prime.  Hell, I was turning MYSELF on.

"Who could overcome such magnificence?  NO ONE!  Who is the King!  I AM!"   That was what I was thinking as my veiny muscles popped in reflection. Yeah, I even popped a boner, I was looking THAT good.   "Perhaps the only challenger worthy of  my might would be ME...hey I wonder what it would be like to fight ME as an opponent, pretty awesome I imagine.  I mean pound for pound, inch for inch I would be a most formidable opponent, and talk about smart...not only in intelligence but in fight smarts..."  In my defense I told you I was pumped after a workout and my test was running high!

As I was admiring my reflection in the mirror, I did a double take, sure it was evening, but my "five o'clock shadow" seemed a bit heavy...I had shaved today so it should not have been so pronounced...was THIS what it was like to turn 31?  I rubbed my chin and felt no stubble, and as my reflection rubbed his chin he was fingering a full-blown goatee!  And wait...when did I get a chest tattoo?  

 Next my reflection was mean-mugging me and sizing me up...only I wasn't mean mugging him...that ain't right! 

WTF!

When the fuck did I get a goatee and a chest tattoo?

And how can my refection be mean mugging me when I'm not
 mean-mugging it?

We got some real 'Twilight Zone' shit going on here...

I could swear it looks like he is sizing me up and taking a 
fighting stance!

I reached out to press my left hand to the glass and the right hand of REFLECTED ME reached out simultaneously as one would expect, only it reached through the glass like it was water and grabbed me physically by the wrist...

I had seen the Mirror Mirror episode of the Original Star Trek, Jet Li in The One, and enough multiverse youtube vids to know that this would not end well.  Perhaps me and my doppelganger would be like Mr. Spock and evil universe Mr. Spock, where there would be little difference between us and we would see things similarly.

Eminently logical conclusion, Mule!

However then I saw a smile cross his face that was so sinister and dark, that it reflected a darkness of spirit beyond anything YOUR MULE was capable of, and I realized rather than the evil Spock, I had encountered the psychopathic evil Sulu!

My Evil Twin: A certified Alpha male: big, jacked, and manly as fuck. He isn't modest and is quite proud of his physique. So far, like me.  Vain fucker and why not, after all he is really hot and he knows it! He like a fucking clone of me! Are we equal in power, strength, stamina and determination? Is it possible for one of us to beat the other in hand-to-hand combat? And would of us really be a loser if we wrestled for top? It looks like we have found the perfect opponent to test our strength against!

POSE DOWN

We flex their fantastic muscles at each other, showing off our amazing physiques: two identical and perfectly matched blond muscle bound bull-studs comparing bodies.

Both now on the same side of the mirror, 
we compare physiques!

Fuck, if we ain't perfectly matched!

Even our cocks are the same size!

TESTS OF STRENGTH AND POWER

"I am going to enjoy beating you into submission. I will dominate the Mule of this universe. I will mentally and physically defeat and humiliate you." He boasted.

"We'll see about that..." I confidently replied.

"That is because you think you are the first alternate me I have encountered, I have visited a number of others and defeated them ALL!" --he said with an evil laugh.  Damn, it wasn't the evil psychopathic Sulu, it was the evil, psychopathic Jet Li from THE ONE!

"You picked a non-wussy universe, THIS TIME, Muthafucka,"  I bragged.

Both of us surged, our powerful arms extended in a titanic battle of, trying to force the other down. We both held our ground. We grunted and growled, as we focused all our strength and every ounce of muscle into driving the other down.  Beads of sweat trickled down, both our bodies.  Body to body, and muscle to muscle, we pushed grunted and gritted their teeth as muscles flexed, bulged and rippled.  But neither of us were able to bring the other down, as we were locked together like two muscled bulls.  Massive arms, huge pecs, muscled laden backs and mammoth legs struggled against each other. 

Test of Strength 

The titanic battle between the two near identical twins of manhood continued– our huge bare muscular asses, our enormous thighs, our monstrous backs rippling with power, our muscle guts inflating and deflating against each other like large balloons. My Evil Twin, bearhugs me, his swollen biceps and thick forearms wrapped around me applying crushing pressure. Our wet distended genitals were bumping, grinding, and mashing together. Our smooth, bronzed muscle glistened and dripped with sweat, as the heat generated by the close proximity of our straining physiques, was like a furnace.

Even in my intense pain, I consciously marveled at the beauty of my opponent's bearhug. How could I not? After all, it was my very own bearhug! And it was a work of art. The secret was that in the Mule Bearhug™, I squeezed my victims not only with my massive biceps, but also with my powerful pecs. As a result, the victims were squeezed from all directions. 

For the first time, I was experiencing exactly what my past opponents had felt, when they were trapped in my bearhug. It was like it had been described to me by my unfortunate victims. I truly felt like prey in a python’s vice. And like a boa constrictor, he slowly, methodically, and relentlessly tightened his grip – rippling his muscles like a snake – each time I exhaled. So tight was the hold that I could feel the nipples on his pecs and the veins in his biceps burning into me. I gasped for air. Only my own excellent physical conditioning kept me conscious.

"Yeah, stud – I really enjoy bearhugging your thick chest, or should I say, 'my thick chest hehehe'" the other Mule said, bearing down with yet another burst of pressure from his flexing arms, trying to break me on his mighty chest and strong abdomen. He wasn't using any combat skill. He was simply crushing me with pure muscle. I felt myself surrounded by huge muscle as warm as a furnace and as hard as stone.

As I struggled for breath. my hands roamed over what was for all intensive purposes my own upper body, feeling the muscles pulsating with power.  The copycat  Mule cranked up the pressure on his bearhug, as he applied even more power around my expansive ribcage, compressing my ribs within his mighty arms, and causing me to shout in pain.  Our  massive bodybuilder  abdomens beat against one another, like large drums, as I attempted to breathe in oxygen against my twin's  crushing power.   Our 'roided muscle guts flexed past our jutting pecs as the interlocking concrete blocks that composed our turtle shell muscle bellies ground against each other.  We both moaned then groaned as our abs held, resisting each other.

We had matched up muscle to muscle in the bearhug, and every one of our bulging muscles had proven equally strong and hard! 

"Shit, whatever this dude is and where ever he is from, he is a fucking stud!"  I thought.

We had matched up muscle to muscle in the bearhug

Every one of our bulging muscles had proven equally
strong and hard

Not only was the air being squeezed from my lungs, but my
cock was dripping precum from the sexual excitement of our
 clinched position!

You like it, don't you beardless me?

My doppelganger's next move was to place his hands on my thickly muscled ass. He lowered his hips, placing his large cockhead directly into the under shaft of my sex meat. He began to ravenously cockfuck my iron hard tool against my rock hard abs. My twin humped and brutally pounded his equally powerful fuckpole deep into the underside of my thickly veined super-cock, smashing it into my rippling abs. He was engrossed in cockfucking me with his own mighty cock. He grunted loudly with each powerful strike, shaking his sweat-drenched head from side to side. Beads of perspiration flew every which way as he ratcheted up his pulverizing hammering attack. Low painful moans mixed with erotic sighs escaped my lips under the force of my muscular twin's attack. Faster and faster he bludgeoned away at my manmeat until he abruptly stopped, leaving his huge cockhead buried deep into the shaft of my sex tool.

"I'm close to cumming...but you're closer!" My look-alike moans softly into my ear.

I'm close to cumming...but you're closer!

Muthafucka reflection!  I moaned

My bearded clone sneered: 
It is YOU, who are the pale reflection of ME!

I shall enjoy absorbing your power, the goateed me said with a
 squeeze of my buttocks.

You have to beat me first, DOPPELDONGER! 
I grimaced and gritted out in response

Shit, whatever this dude is and where ever he is from,
he is a fucking stud!

Muthafuckin' sci-fi muthafucker!

SHADDUP YOU SCI-FI FREAK!

Hush bearded one, this is my universe, and I have had enough
 of your alien yapping, and alien breathing!

You squeeze me, I suffocate you, we shall see who goes
 down first!

Yahhhhhhh your crush power is supposed to be dissipating
with your lack of oxygen!

Hows about I throw a little leg scissor
 squeeze in the mix!

THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE MULE

I quickly wrapped my powerful legs around my double's waist, applying a devastating body scissors. Using all my titanic might, I squeezed with everything I had to smash the other worldly strongman into submission. Our two phenomenally muscular bodies compressed together as the Other Mule, his face showing the shock of his surprise at the strength of his hunky twin, shouted out in pain.

"You're strong, stud, but feel my power...the power of the mirror universe....we will see who is really stronger" he snorted with the side of his face buried deep into my own mammoth chest. Then he squeezed with all his might and for the first time in my life, I felt my massively-built body being crushed against an equally, no, more than that, an identical massive body. It confused my mind as nothing had ever done before. It was like somehow being bearhugged by yourself!

This was not what I had expected at all. He had my strength and massive muscular size, but that should make us equals. We should be stalemated, instead I was barely holding my own against my blond muscle stud replica.

I roared out in pain as my body violently twisted and jerked, trying to break free from my own strength and destructive hold being used against me. I put my hands under his jaw and attempted to push his  head and body away, but the Mirror Universe muscle god simply powered-up his hug and squeezed ever harder.  As my twin from another mother fucking world held me captive in his body-smashing hug, I couldn’t help but feel my mighty cock rising to the occasion. The warmth of his flesh compressed into my flesh was erotically arousing both of us. Our sex tools rose up between our identical muscular physiques.  


He placed his hard cockhead against my own gigantic cockhead. He pressed forward. It was like two giant anacondas fighting. My long thick cock flipped up against my rock-hard stomach, stretching almost to my nipples. Carbon Copy Mule slammed his own mighty fuckpole into the base of mine. He pressed in hard as he wrapped Me up in his powerful bearhug. He mashed his fabulously muscled body into mine.

Loudly grunting from his effort he applied even more pressure to his devastating bearhug he began to brutally bash his cock deep into the underside of mine with  powerful strikes. He bulldozed his cockhead deep into the underside of my sex tool as it was pinned across my rippling eight pack abs. As he began to viciously hump  each mighty blow to my cock brought me closer and closer to irresistibly shooting off a load. The sexual torture was becoming far too much for me to withstand. He was about to force me to shoot off the pent up ocean of cum that had been simmering in my balls since the beginning of the match.

“After I make you shoot your load, I break you in half … then fuck you!” he grunted in glee. I could only moan and groan in response as the twin sensations of pain and pleasure as he sadistically hammered away at the under carriage of my sex tool and systematically ratcheted up the intolerable pressure of his deadly bearhug.

When he slammed his huge cockhead up into the base of my abused tool I was forced to release my pent up load.  My overpacked balls emptied, and with each tremendous bust. a great geyser of cum erupted up between us, showering  both musclemen, if we were in a white torrential rainstorm.


Satisfied by his erotic conquest of the Mule of this Universe, he opened his arms wide,. Finally released from his bearhug I took a step back. Covered from head to toe in the superhero’s cum, he posed his magnificent body for me to see. “Now you see the power of the mirror universe!” he boasted.

"I don't see shit," I snarled and I stepped forward and surprised the other-world asshole with my own devastating bear hug. "Two can play that game. Maybe in your universe it's one pump and done, but in this universe it's a sandwich and a nap, and we are back at it, and I can skip the sandwich and the nap for you, sweet cheeks..." Instead of weakening me as he had expected, blowing my load had revived me.

My own mighty cock, drooling heavily with pre cum, started to punch and viciously prod my evil doppelgangers  bull-size ball sack. 

With Alt-Mule now suffering in my powerful bearhug, he began to groan in pain as his heavily muscled body was smashed up against my solid iron frame. He felt his spine being crushed. He swung his arms wildly to free himself but he was held too fast and too tight. To add insult to injury, I was able to ram the head of my massive cock into the underside of the Imitation Mule's massive manmeat, forcing it up and back into his thickly etched abdominals. As I steadily applied more and more pressure to my brutalizing bearhug hold, I viciously humped my iron pipe of a cock into Imposter Mule's donger, stimulating the extradimensional strongman to the irresistible urge to cum and shoot off his load in one massive ball-emptying explosion.

I grinned into the pain-ravaged face of my blond mirror image. My arms fully flexed around the musclebound Sy-fy Freakazoid's waist, as I forced his mighty chest deeper into my nipples, which, to the blond strongman, felt like two massive iron spikes drilling into him. Then I flexed my pecs, scrapping my jutting hard large nipples across his,  sending electrical charges of erotic stimulation throughout my doppelganger's  body. The powerhouse’s brain was being fried with wanton lust as, well as the overwhelming urge to succumb to his beefy protagonist,namely me.  I shook him like a rag doll from side to side. I put all of my might into the hold, increasing the excruciating pressure on his back.  My muscles swelled to new dimensions.  My massive lats widened so broad they were like twin barn doors. Then I followed up with a head butt to keep Knock-off Mule under control as I continued to ram my fuckpole into the Looking Glass beast's manhood.

The sound of this massively-built hunk, that was a near spitting image of myself, moaning in pain from my power, sexually aroused me in a way that nothing else had ever done before. My mighty cock pulsated out of control. My cockhead was flooded with pre-cum. It ached to make a home up my lookalike's muscle butt.

We were both was falling into the alluring throes of a sadistic, lustful, bestial passion. We were both caught in a roid-rage of uncontrolled testosterone lust. Our wanton physical destruction of our twin, was getting the better of both of us. We both savored every barbaric hold of muscle destruction, whether we were being destroyed or doing the destroying. Some primitive lustful instinct had overtaken us. We were hopelessly caught up in the erotically overpowering sexual roid rage of the moment. An unrepentant bestiality,-- an overwhelming, primal, lustful urge-- a pagan lust for total domination of our huge muscleman twin.

I crushed my muscular nude body and my oversized superhuman genitals into my mirror image's equally oversized and superhuman genitals, and rubbed against his nude muscular body with my own. Our ripped, veiny huge pricks grinded one against the other. As my precum dribbled down onto the Ringer Mule's dick, I grinned as I watched the Facsimile MuscleMan burning with lust. After a few minutes of rubbing our swords together, the Faux Muscleman's breathing was increasing. He was gunna cum. His mighty body tightened. His huge body began to jerk. Hard, hot shots of semen began to burst inside him. 

 His immense body rippled with waves of steel muscle as he began his orgasm. His thick, insanely developed muscles pumped as he ejaculated.  He was in testosterone heaven as he flexed his muscles showing off his astounding physique as the musclegod from Dimension-X shot his load."Shiiiiiiiiiiiit!" He yelled. His eyes rolled back and his muscled body flexed again. He jerked with each ejaculation, moaning in agony and ecstasy. He shot load after load. The superhuman cock threw hard, sharp bursts of cum into the air. It flexed and pulsed, opening and closing like a sprinkler head. His sexual ability was amazing. I wondered if he would ever stop coming.

His powerful penis had submitted to the power size of my equally huge cock. When Alt-Mule's prick spurted its white milk into the air, his jizz landed on both of our muscular bodies, in huge white globs... After a few minutes of powerful jerking, Alt-Mule is done.  He may have forced me to come, but I had just forced him to come. I had proven my strength and sexual ability was a match for his.

But I could not follow up. I am not in shape to take advantage of Alt-Mule's weakened condition. I needed to recover first. Both of us are exhausted and need to catch our breath, before we continue. I end up leaning against the mirror, my chest and abs heaving, sweating rivers as I recharge. As I slowly feel my strength coming back, I am aware of Alt Mule behind me. In this night of oddities, I barely notice that he in not casting a refection in the mirror. But I sense that he is recovering as rapidly as I am.

I rest against the mirror figuring out my next move

I almost had you there, Mule.  

Are you sure you don't want to give up?
 After all, we both know that losing can be fun, if you're
 wrestling to see who ends up on top.

"So you think you know all my moves and how to counter them?" my clone asked with a satanic grin. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, Stud,” he boasted.

So you think you know all my moves and how to counter them?
Well I got one I bet you haven't seen...

Feel these big muscled thighs squeezing
 your torso, stud!

OWW... I didn't see that coming. UHHNGH...OWWW!!!  His legs are crushing me.  I can barely ... catch my... breath!  My ribs are about to splinter.  I'm in big trouble. I've got to get out of this quick. I can't take much more...got to get lose... I can't let him defeat me with this alternate-universe jujitsu shit!

.

This is a Handstand Body Scissors!

oooOOOFF!! 
Geezus fuk....!!!
UNNHHH!!!

What's the matter?
Nothing like my 'Handstand Body Scissors' hold in your universe?

“Well why wait?” harangued the blond muscle hulk Mule Clone. “I show you  now!” he thundered as he went to the floor in a guard position and  instantly he wrapped his great 28” legs about my torso. Surprised by the sudden attack, I furiously twisted and turned as I tried to pry his mammoth legs off me. But he was just too strong.  As I struggled valiantly to escape, in an amazing show of power and agility, my doppelganger did a handstand that increased the pressure while using his mighty legs to keep my muscled upper torso in a body scissors! 

As my mighty arms flailed wildly about, I began to feel the effects of the devastating hold. The more I fought, the harder I struggled, the more oxygen I used up. I could feel my rib cage bending, my ribs about to break! 

If this was my doppelganger, how could he be overpowering me? Shouldn't we be identical in speed, strength and skill? Shouldn't we battle to a standstill? Yet my clone was overwhelming me. Bewildered and thoroughly confused, I frantically tried to resist the disastrous effects of the hold. I grunted again as I felt my rib cage being crushed. The air was being squeezed out of my lungs.

The other Mule, his face radiating with smiling determination, tightened the crushing pressure on my rib cage. With his massive legs wrapped around me, he tauntingly told me “Feel the might of a real muscleman, stud!”

You're breaking my fucking ribs...!!!

Breaking your fucking ribs is the whole point, stud!
Do you give?

Feel that cracking inside you, stud? Those are your ribs.  I am going to count out each one as I break it.  And then, we'll see how many of your other bones I can break before I become bored!  My duplicate says with an evil smirk as I groan.  He snorted: "You alties are all the same, wusses each and every one! You do not deserve the sacred name of Mule!"

You alties are all the same, wusses each and
every one! You do not deserve the sacred
name of Mule!

"Fuck you and the mirror you rode in on!  This is my fuckin' universe, and I am not going to capitulate to some goatee-wearing trans-dimensional interloper! You picked the wrong universe this time!"  I retorted defiantly!

Evil Mule just moved to fold me into a more devastating hold. But I resisted and we were wrapped together like a pretzel.

You're getting dominated, stud!
You will learn to accept Mirror Universe supremacy!

“Seems I won..” Evil Mule rumbled, his voice edged with a low, husky growl. Squeezing once more, he asked again “Do ya' submit? Do you acknowledge the supremacy of the Mirror Universe?! Or are you just too stubborn to admit that I'm stronger, manlier and hotter than you!"

"Eat a dick, doppel-douchebag!" I snapped back with my razor sharp wit. I was really, really pissed now, and adrenaline is one hell of a drug.  I broke free of his hold, and we squared off, once more.

"Yeah, can't say I have ever seen that Handstand Body Scissor circus trick of yours. But tell me, in whatever shithole universe you are from, have you ever seen a standing kata-gatame/arm triangle with a Osoto Gari'd and a duck-under to take the back?" He looked at me dumbfounded. "Yeah well neither have I..." I said as I sucker punched him with a brain jarring left to his jaw. The blow rattled his  head, ringing it like a bell  

"Daymn, he fell for that? Must be a universe full of dumb cunts... "

He tried to shake it off, but while he was still dazed, I unloaded a Shawn Michael's style sweet chin music kick that almost took his head off his thick bull neck and spun him around like a top. And when the tuff mutherfuker other world Mule still didn't drop, I gave him another pop square to the jaw.

 brain-jarring punch to the jaw that he never

 saw coming!  A flash KO! 

In this universe we call this getting  knocked

 out with your cock out! I sneered.

Punch or kick?  Which hurts more, buddy?
💫🎵 Sweet chin music 🎵💫  

Popped in the wrong Universe, this time!
 I said as I popped him another one
to his doppeljaw!

Not so cocky now, are you doppledonger, now you see  that  I am
 G.O.A.T. in this universe goatee boy!

No need to cry, CLONE PHAGGOT, I am sure there are some
 whimp ass Universes out there, where sorry muthafuckas like
you can pretend to be ME!

FUCK ME

In a split second I wrap the handy Halloween decoration broom handle  around my Evil Twin's wide as a barn door back, as I gripped it with both hands. 

I heaved with the broom pole causing his muscled back to arch.  

Time for some payback, Phony Mule!

I had my immensely strong doppelganger trapped.
 He could not escape!

When I heaved back on the broom pole, my Evil Twin's solid muscled bare chest rammed itself into mine. I had my immensely strong doppelganger trapped. He could not escape.

I had a vice like grip on the broom stick with a hand on either side of clone boy's neck. Then I heaved. My biceps turned to rock. Thousands of barbell and dumbbell curls over the years had forged biceps of iron, and thanks to my 'Captains of Crush' Grippers, nothing could break my grip. Not even myself. Teeth gritted with effort, I heaved this cheap, knockoff Mule against my solid muscled pecs. The bicep curl was forcing his back to arch. I grunted with the physical effort as my arms became muscled rocks.

I felt 'Fake Mule' struggling against my own muscled front. Then I felt the first signs of desperation when clone boy's back muscles writhed and fought to twist and break out of my iron grip. His head rocked as he struggled to break free... uselessly. A sudden flush of sweat glued our bodies together as heat flared between our straining torsos.

I bet you would love it, if I shoved this broom up where the
sun don't shine...

But I can think of something, more fun to shove up there!

I hoisted my muscular prey high up as he worked my killer fuckpole between the mammoth glutes of my doppelganger.

My back was now to the full length mirror in the shower and it was giving Mule 2.0 quite a show. While he cast no refection in the mirror, I still did. And in the mirror could be seen my huge back, rippling with slabs of muscle. My mighty biceps were flexing as I pulled on the broom pole. Mule-Lite was trying to pull the broom pole free, his biceps bulged to their maximum size, damn near bursting from under the skin,  but he was getting no where. Just then he started to feel a piece of hard flesh piercing his ass cheeks. My dick was entering between his big glutes, seeking out his asshole! He felt his muscular butt cheeks spreading wide apart as my massive sex tool worked its way in until my enormous cock head was pressed tight up against his puckering hole.

If I fuck my alternate-self, is that considered masturbation?

I will have to email that COSMIC QUERY in to NEIL deGrasse
 Tyson on STAR TALK!

I bet you don't have such deep philosophical discussion in the
UNIVERSE OF DUMB-ASSES, you are from!

How does it feel to be physically fucked over, literally fucked,
 and verbally fucked, all at the same time? That is what is known
 as the MULE TRIFECTA!

In yet another incredible display of my amazing strength, I was holding Bad Mule’s 260 pounds up off the ground, still impaled on my fat prick. All those times sloots had told me to go fuck myself, I never thought I would one day accomplish that. 

“OH GOD MAN… NO NO!” Fake Mule implored.

I viciously slammed the my Double Mint Twin down onto my cock, violently bulldozing the entire 9” length up into his muscle butt. The instantaneous shock of pain ravaged his whole muscular body, as he was power slammed down onto my manmeat. He let out a scream of pain as he felt it shoved all the way up his butt hole. His torso violently squirmed and twisted as he was impaled hard and fast on my killer cock.

Struggling for all he was worth, he frantically pummeled away at my massive delts, hammering away as he fought with everything he had to escape the crucifying fucking of his as and the pinning force of the broom pole in his back.

“And you were going to fuck me!” I sarcastically scoffed.

I just smiled and power-fucked him in mid-air! THWUMP THWUMP THWUMP THWUMP THWUMP! was the noise of my hips were slamming into Faux Mule's thickly muscled glutes. 

I turned our two bodies so that False Mule could watch his brutal fucking in the mirror. 

I have to admit, I never fucked such a handsome stud before!

O.k. Gianni the fitness model, was more handsome, mmmm 
Gianni...but other than that...you are the hottest, DupliMule!

And to think people say GO FUCK YOURSELF,
like it is a BAD THING, but damn it is HOT AS HELL!

I had the hardest hardon ever! From my earliest memories, your Mule had masturbated while gazing longingly at the mirror. In my own imagination, I fantasized about having the greatest sex of my life with the mightiest of men, the superhuman stud in the mirror: Myself! Now it was all coming true and I was living my erotic fantasies of the greatest victory fuck of all time: The Mule Fucking the Mule!

As I finally releasing my hold on the broom stick, Doppelganger Mule's limp body fell off my still-hard erection with a loud POP, crumbling to his knees at my feet with a loud resounding THUD.He held onto one of my redwood tree trunk sized legs for support.

“Now for the coup de grace!” I said menacingly as I again gripped the broom pole with both my hands. In a split second I was behind the kneeing Extra Mule with the broom pole across his throat. Teeth gritted, arms straight, I heaved the broom back against Mule#2's windpipe, choking him and cutting off his air.

My  muscles were burning with strain and effort as I strangled the Fake Mule with the broom stick. Desperate gagging noises broke from his mouth. His eyes popping , his face distorted, mouth gaping wide in shock, gagging in desperation for air. Choking, he was fighting to break free. But he’d be weakening and running out of breath soon. 

My  muscles were burning with strain and effort as I strangled
 the Fake Mule with the broom stick

His eyes popping , his face distorted, mouth gaping wide in
shock, gagging in desperation for air.

Da fuck?  He's disappearing....

Come back, motherfucker, I'm not finished with you yet...

Daymn, he's gone... 

Huh?  Where the fuck did this cat come from?

I'm not a cat person, I like puppers tho...still cats are 
almost as good as puppers for sloot bait!

He seems friendly tho...
funny but there is something very
 familiar about him...

I hate to leave him all alone in the gym...
maybe I should take him home and give him a protein shake

Meow...The Mule of this universe doesn't realize I am a 
shapeshifter.  Let him take me home and feed me, while I decide
 what form to take in our next sparring session!

Meow...The Mule of this universe doesn't realize I am a shapeshifter.  It is amazing what powers you get after you absorb the power and vitality of 12 Mules from 12 universes!  Let him take me home and feed me, while I decide what form to take in our next sparring session! I can't wait for this Mule to become my lucky 13! Meow.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

The end??????????? 

(What is a horror tale these days, without the potential for a plethora of potential sequels creating a lucrative franchise?  Mule$blog sees GREEN!)

cue the CREEPY MUSIC!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN READERS!

You might enjoy these Halloween Posts from the archives:

Halloween Party

Chills and Thrills: Slooting on Halloween

Pre-Workout Man

When Creepy Clowns Came to Colorado

Trilogy of Terror

Musings from Valhalla: Halloween

and while not strictly a Halloween post, a tale of terrifying horror that will send teeth chattering...

A Different Shrooms Girl

 For those not familiar with my encounters with Gianni referenced in the story above check out:

Mule vs. the Male Fitness Model