It was a cold, lonely day. Just another numb feeling for iggy's psyche. He was particularly lonely. He could not help but lust for one thing: Salt shoved in his ass. He could only get this from one person. He knew he would have to get bad at League to summon some salt from @Barmithian Iggy started to join the anime channel and ask to play league with them, often mentioning being a kid now. They were mildly annoyed. They finally broke and played a game with Iggy. He was ecstatic. The game was the worst that was ever played. Constant feeding came from Iggy. Barm lost his salt by the end of the match. Iggy approached him, casually taking his jeans off, and bent over to show barm his bouncing, round ass. "Take it out on this," Iggy suggested to him. He started to rub barm's Morton Jar seductively and gently kissed him on the neck. "Let it loose." Next, Iggy spat into his hands and caressed the blessed salt club, and stroked it to get it lubed up. He slid his salt into his backdoor, grunting at its size. Barm started to madly curse at Iggy, all while pounding his sweet ass with tender care. He sped up and it quickly became sweaty and heated. The leaking anal fluid was dripping on the carpet. It soaked in, leaving a mark forever to tell the tale of this salt. Barm flipped Iggy over and started violently blasting his gaping dick holster. Blood started to drip with the fluid. The pain only made it better. After what seemed like an eternity, Barm pulled out, and salt was shot all over Iggy's stomache, and they were both satisfied. It was done, and it was over. Barm leaned in and whispered, "Karafuru means colorful in Japanease," and walked out of the room. Iggy cupped up all the salt and gulped it down like a bulldog eating oatmeal. He was finally like the rest of the clan.