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Take me to furch

Exodus 4:25

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After how Y/N's and Henry's date went yesterday, Henry wakes up in his crab bed with puffy eyes (he had been crying because he is sad because his date went shit). Henry was in no mood to do anything except pray as hard as he could, so he got down on his knees and prayed the day away (almost). After he was done dedicating hours to god, he went to his gym room to go hard for christ, like he knew god liked. There was a late night service at Saint Shark furch, so he planned to attend after he finished absolutely demolishing the weights he was using. Everyone was staring at him through his window with huge erect penises as usual because his crab abs were so big, but no-one bothered to inquire about christ. In that moment, Henry felt like his whole world was crashing down on his head, and no-one but christ was there to hold his hand throughout it.

Getting over his big feelings, Henry changed into his skinny jeans and sexy black button up to grab a cup of coffee from the same cafe as his failed date (it is the only fish cafe in the town). To his horror, he saw Y/N there, sitting at the same fish table by the same fish window (it's just a regular table by the window). To his horror, he saw big fat watery globs of tears caressing her cheeks in his absence. He immediately felt his crab-heart pang in crab agony (cragony), and he felt a strong urge to wipe those tears off with his crab dick. But, he also felt something horrifying. His massive crab boner was back, and there was no tape to hold it back. His crab boner (croner) ripped through his underpants, straining with a valiant horny determination against the zipper of his skinny jeans. He hurried into the cafe bathroom, racing against his dick's clock. It was pulsating like his heart, like he may suffer a dick aneurysm (again (again (again))). Standing next to one of the sinks, he managed to calm his boner down, but there was something else he hadn't managed to calm down (apart from his love for the Lord): his love for Y/N. He had to get Y/N to convert, even if it would be the greatest trial of his life. Grabbing the crab boner tape he always kept on hand, he unzipped the zip of his skinny jeans and wrestled with his hungalungamunga erection, taping it down. He left the bathroom and walked towards Y/N, who had not seen him until this point. He walked with a sense of purpose, like Jesus himself had just jizzed inside of him.

"Y/N"

Y/N looked up at Henry, her big violet orbs as large as ever.

"Y-y-y-y-y-y-y–y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-y-yes?"

"Will you accompany me to my Furch service tonight?"

Y/N looked down at her skimpy outfit, a mini skirt that showed off her bubbly ass and a tube top that barely covered her nipples (see photo below). Henry, seeing this, grimaced, but did not let it show. Y/N would see the way of the Lord in no time.

"W-w-w-w-w-w–will I have to change?"

With almost no hesitation, Henry answered.

"Yes"

Y/N looked down in dismay. She had spent ages this morning choosing the pieces and didn't want to change into something more appropriate for furch. After some consideration, Y/N agreed to Henry's offer (as you're deeply in love with him).

Henry growled with approval. "Meet back here in something more... furch appropriate. I'll be waiting for you in 2 fish hours." (it's just 2 regular hours, fish don't use different measurements of time).

Y/N nodded, and stood up to leave. As she swayed from side to side, her long fish hair brushed against her elegant thick thighs, highlighting the way her fish butt jiggled with every stride. Henry gawked at the luscious cheeks, but turned away to please the Lord. His gaze instead landed upon the fish chair that plump dumpy had just been squashed upon, highlighting the strand of hair that she had left there. He got down on his hands and knees to pluck it from the fabric, inadvertently inhaling the scent of her musk and the discharge left behind.