Lemongrab had been feeling out of sorts that morning, twitching incessantly as he patrolled the stone hallways. He’d pause at every lemon-esque gargoyle and statue, paranoia skittering up and down his spine. The dreadful scent of rot in the castle’s hallways clung to the back of his yellow throat. He felt something was afoot. Hence why when one of his servants scurried up behind him, Lemongrab jumped. The Earl swiveling on one lever-like foot and turned to the servant with his brow knitted in concern. "WHAT?!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "A-- A delivery from the Candy Kingdom," the servant trembled but was finding the courage to continue his duties The servant lifted the package up towards his ruler. Lemongrab hesitated. It appeared to be some sort of crate full of bottles. "Take them to my chambers!" He demanded while pointing back down the hallway. The servant didn't dare to speak up and quickly brought the crate of bottles of Lemongrab's chambers. Lemongrab followed close behind until they entered his room. "Leave me!" Lemongrab demanded harshly and pointed yet again, this time out the door. The servant complied, again without a word.

   The Earl eyed the bottles suspiciously. There was something inviting emanating from them, a sweet allure he wasn't used to feeling. He picked one up, turning it in his long fingers to look on the back to see a note taped to it. "Made soda and had extra. Enjoy! - Princess Bubblegum" Lemongrab studied the note, a small frown marring his yellow face as he stared down at the signature, “Bubblegum”; his creator. The one who'd abandoned him there in that cold and desolate place. And yet, here was a gift. With a usual mood swing, there was a small flutter in him realizing she thinks of him. Curiosity got the best of him. He had never tried, or even known of, dark soda that wasn’t rootbeer. He hesitantly twisted the cap off. When the bottle hissed Lemongrab flinched. The scent of cola fizzled up and the citrusy tang of disappointment soured his insides. He couldn't comprehend how humans and candy people found soda appealing. It was loud and smelled. The more he sniffed an unnerving, sickly sweet aroma tickled his senses, making his head swirl. He was too curious to leave it abstinent.

   Gripping the bottle, Lemongrab poured the soda into his mouth. After three gulps he scrunched his face in repulsion. The fizz stung his throat and caused his stomach to swell. He wondered why Princess Bubblegum would send him something so disgusting… Unless it was because it was to mock him. To gift him something else he couldn't partake in. “How cruel to send another reminder of how truly alone I am…” "You won't win this time! I’d sooner die than surrender!!" Lemongrab cried out. He quickly tilted his head back and chugged down more. Tears ran down his face as the bubbles burned his throat in a tortuous frenzy of scratches. Lemongrab dropped the glass onto his bed and let out a horrible belch followed by a downpour of foamy vomit. It splattered on the floor. White and bubbly as if he only puked out the carbonation. His stomach began to hurt worse than it already was from the bloating. "Ahh! How dare she!!" Lemongrab cried out as the puke dripped from his mouth. He wiped it with his sleeve and stared down at the vomit on the floor. He went to the bathroom to get a towel to clean the mess up, knowing a servant would take too long and do it wrong. In the bathroom, with a low growl, he grabs the towel and wipes up the puke. A seething resentment was boiling beneath his skin. He had been betrayed and made a fool of once again.

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  Lemongrab shuffled painfully into the bathroom, wincing with every step. Each movement sent ripples of discomfort through his yellow frame. He felt as if he needed to piss but it was a thousand times worse. It stung deep inside his lower stomach. With a great struggle Lemongrab pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles and waited for the stream to come out of him. It was an intense struggle to get anything to come out for a long while. He clenched his jaw tight as his twitching fingers held onto his shaft. A groan of pain left him in sync with a murky orange urine. The usual lemon-yellow liquid was tinted with blood. "Wh-What?!" Lemongrab shouted in surprise. His urine had never come out like that. He leaned his hand against the sink, legs getting weak from the pain. His breath came in short spurts, yellow lips pulling into a tear-streaked frown as he tried to process the pain and visuals. Soft sounds from outside filtered in. The castle's residents going about their day. Those sounds were a distant reminder that he was alone. A slow burn travelled from the base of his shaft, twisting down to his ball sack. An influx of pain rushed forward as he began to relieve himself more. The pee flowed out in spurts. The scent of rotting, citrusy lemon filled the bathroom more alongside every painful drop that left his body. As the room filled with his scent, the Earl of Lemongrab felt he was a slave to his own body. He began to feel a sharp pain down the left side of his body. It started from under his ribs and shot down to near his left hip. The stab caused a shriek.

   Small spurts of piss came from Lemongrab during each strain and cry. Tears began drop off his chin from the agony. He then felt a horrific scraping terror near the base of his shaft. It bulged out and stretched his urethra in ways it never should be stretched. A cascade of pain shot through his gangly limbs as his dick spasmed and convulsed beneath him. He groaned through gritted teeth and squeezed his pouring eyes shut. The sharp and narrow streams of piss had abruptly stopped, replaced by the immovable heaviness that pressed itself through his shaft. It felt as though something was obstructing it completely from within. He tensed his whole body, jaw clenched, an overwhelmed moan slipping from between his teeth. Moving his hands slowly upward along the shaft, he began to feel tiny spikes budding from whatever was inside him, as if his body was stockpiling molten silver. Each dot burned and traced its way down the shaft, all the way to the rim of the pain-wracked crown. Every new spike twitched, tingled, and ached with a feverish hunger.

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  His breathing turned shallow and uneven from the agony. Blood began to dribble from the tip of his cock. Lemongrab was getting lightheaded now from the exertion and the pain. He persisted, knowing he couldn't possibly continue without pushing this horrific torture device out of him. The sharpness of the spikes digging into the inflamed walls of his urethra made every slight movement and twitch excruciating. The urge to relieve himself became stronger now, as if his body was teasing him, knowing the twisted delight of the pain he would be putting himself through. His dick pulsed, heavy with both dread and relief. He wanted nothing but for the torment to end. He squeezed his shaft harder and bore down on it with his remaining strength. Finally, with one final push, it fell out of his urethra. It made an audible clank when it sunk through the toilet water to the bottom of the porcelain. Lemongrab let out a sob of relief, keeling over onto the floor and curling up into a ball. His throat overflowed with vomit, causing it to pour from his mouth around him in a puddle. He stayed lying until the enzymes of his stomach acids caused his body to sting too much.

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   Lemongrab had passed two more spikey candies in the last 5 hours. His penis was shredded from the inside. The blood that continued to drip from his shaft was an unmerciful reminder that he was in danger. Through each agonizing birth of candy, Lemongrab refused to ask for help. Persistent on the idea that Princess Bubblegum sent him the drinks as a way to poison him and cause him to crawl back to her in some way. Dried vomit remained caked to whatever clothes he kept on. His face was tear stained from the constant pain induced sobbing. Clutching the base of his now ringed appendage tightly with both hands, Lemongrab shuddered as another spasm threatened to tear his flesh apart once again. The thought of the excruciating and humiliating experience of ripping open his own penis to deliver another pebble-sized candy sent a pulse of fear through him. "HnnnGGAHH." he cried out, panting heavily as his vision swam with dots of blackness and light. His breath rattled in and out of his chest like lemon-tinged acid while his body to seized in pain. The sight of torn and tattered flesh from his penis sent bile scorching up the back of his throat which he managed to keep down. Tears tracked down his cheeks as a low keening noise escaped his clenched teeth. Lemongrab could feel blood continuing to pour out, staining the floor beneath him.

   His legs trembled in pain as the next spasm hit, this time tearing his shaft open wider. It tore worse than the others. He screamed an unmerciful shriek that brought nobody to his aid just as the others. He could see the spikey hard candy was so large it caused the base of his shaft to bulge out the size of a golf ball. Lemongrab felt the agony in his core. The pain was unbearable, like knives slicing out of his flesh from within. He foamed at the mouth through clenched teeth as his entire body shook. With a scream that echoed off the walls of his bathroom walls, Lemongrab watched in horror as the base of his penis began to tear open. Blood gushed from the wound, painting the floor beneath him a sickly shade of red. His vision swam, the world spun around him as he lost consciousness. When he came to, he found himself sprawled on the floor, the torn flesh of his penis still gaping open. Lemongrab screamed again as he managed to get into his knees into a better position. He screamed incomprehensible words while his body reflexively tried to push the candy out.

  Like a green bean splitting open, the candy continued to scrape open his penis. Lemongrabs screeching sounded like a finished kettle. Blood poured down his hands and dripped from his knuckles. The candy was now nearing the end of his shaft. A large gash that could be seen completely through the other side remained in the center of Lemongrab's filleted dick. It was so sickening to him it caused stomach acid to chase its way up his throat without warning. He wretched and heaved, his yellow body convulsing with the effort. On his final wretch, a splash of hot, bitter bile spilled onto the gash on his penis, causing him to scream in further agony. The bile went through all the way to the other side into his hand, joining the blood that was dripping from his fingers. It felt as if his insides were being seared with acid.

  He collapsed and writhed on the floor once more, unable to move, as the bile burned in the opening wound. His vision blurred, and for a moment, he thought he might pass out from the pain. But he fought it, gritting his teeth and bearing the agony as best he could. The smell of vomit and blood filled the air, a noxious stench that only added to his suffering. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe. All he could do was feel the fire consuming his groin, the pain pulsing through him with every beat of his heart. His mind was in a whirlpool of black dots that threatened to drag him under. He tried to scream but only managed a guttural groan that echoed in the tiled bathroom. Lemongrab knew he was dying, and yet there was no fear, only pain. He knew he wouldn't survive this injury now but he refused to give into screaming for help. The black dots began to grow and cover more of his vision.

  The last thing he heard was the thud of the spikey candy popping out of his torn in half shaft. He felt a flash of accomplishment, joy, and triumph. At all costs, he did it. He'd rather bleed out here in this cesspool of vomit, bile, and blood than admit defeat to her. His vision was almost completely black now, his mind comfortably slipping away from consciousness and into darkness. He didn't give Princess Bubblegum the satisfaction of him crawling to her.