Once there was someone (that'd be me, Yui)
and she had a thing for a dashing Ikari --
a girl she once lived with , though now no more
caught the bug of Ikari but had Frankie in store...
She befriended an artist who loved yaoi
and her birthday came soon, so her friend said "Let's see...
What would you like me to draw for you, Fry?
Someone in a corset? --No, not *that* guy!"
But she did it anyway, and that's what we see here
And it's one reason you, MD, I hold dear.
For feeding my love for boys' love and Ikari
(if he were a bit more feminine, he'd look futanari!)
My story is over, both funny and true,
Aren't you glad that she lived with me, too?
I so gaped for a full ten seconds when I saw this. It's so disturbing and painful to look at, yet there is a masochistic overjoyed demon inside of me willing me to fave it and enjoy it in my sick, twisted, leather loving subconcious.