When Chicken Toes Tasted Better Than Yours 🦶🥵/ Mitachurl X Ronald McDonald

Give and Take

That day they broke up, all Tracer,the mitachurl, could do was hold back tears. He hadn't felt pain like this before. Had no one to lean on, no one could replace that hole. Left alone getting devoured by despair, he knew only one thing could help him out of there.

Food his only friend.
One thing he kept in the dark was his love for animals. He raised a healthy hen, the strongest of it's kind. However too soon it had to go, when Tracer couldn't take the pain anymore. Chicken feet was his favorite, maybe only second to Ronald.

Steve jobs, the hen layed cold on the cutting board, headless and feet less. Tracers cheeks weren't the only thing wet as his mouth watered at the site at his hen's last night.

He seasoned and tossed them in a pan, before sucking on them warm toes he had. Though it helped Tracer feel a bit better, Ronald's toes had his heart forever.

BANG! A cloud of dust formed, with Tracer's front door on the ground.

Ronald marches in and strips the very part Tracer missed.

Shedding a tear, Ronald manged to say, " Mine are better! Have your way!"
Tracer taken aback crawls to the bed, caressing the feet in front of him... " You broke up with me! Why did you come back" he sobbed..

"Well... I made a mistake! Please take me back"

Not a second to waste, Tracer took his foot and ran his tongue around, thrusting it between every toe and finishing it off sucking away.

Ronald on cloud 9, squeamish at the pleasure he felt, not prepared for the bliss he would feel in a few minutes.

Tracer knew what he had to do next, moving further up and sucking his third leg.
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A/N
Hello there :> I arrived just in time to save u! You...don't need to know what happens next, let's give ur poor soul a break!! Here! Have a snack 🍗 (it's Steve jobs btw) and have a great day!!! <3