To The Bone

I couldn't help but become lost in the echoing voids of his eyes that were large and hallowed deep into his face. He glowed a pale greenish tone in the beaming moonlight, like one of the jars of fairies in Shrek 2 when the fairies were forced against their will to succumb to their own ogre ass blast-of-mud-shits death. He wore a tight leather bodysuit that stopped just at his chin, which he had painted over with purple and black paint, also wearing a pair of white gloves and pointed wooden clogs.

He was incredibly sexy. Atop his head was a plush lavender hat branded frontally with a large white circle holding an L that was turned the wrong way. But I was so turned on the right way.

He gazed down at me, his slimness pointing-out the extremeness of how terrifying he looked. But he didn't frighten me at all. He sat himself down on the backend of his pickup and leaned backwards with his arms behind him. Because he had low muscle, he slipped onto his back with his fingers scratching the metallic truck bed like nails on chalkboard and slid out onto the soft marsh underneath us.

"Oh, no," he cried aloud, "my beautiful pussy-hound is fucking ruined."

He screamed, "Wah," and then punched a hole into the truck's back tire.

I felt sad for him so I helped him back onto where he was previously sitting.

"Thank you, my poundable meat bag," he said.

I kept silent for no reason.

He skooted closer to me, creeping like a creeper that crept creepily.

"There is something I have been wanting to tell you for a very long time," he whispered, putting his thin hands onto my cheek.

I turned to him, blushing hard, like really hard, like super hard.

"What is it?" I asked him.

He suddenly turned away, his second hand clutching his rubbery leather outfit dramatically.

"I..." he whimpered.

The slippery tube dude turned back and removed his plush hat to reveal his sharp features, cracked teeth, and empty eyes.

"I am skeleton."

I gasped. How could I have not known?! Why hadn't I realized it!???

"I still love you...even if you are skeleton." I said, feeling the heat of my face radiate from myself. My heart was beating faster and faster.

He looked at me with the same expressionless look, for he was skeleton.

"Y-you mean it?!!?? You love me even if I am hideous boneR?!??"

"Yes," I said, moving forward to wrap my arms around his pointy body. "I love you no matter what, because you are the best boner. You are my little boner."

I thought he was crying from joy, but I looked up, and his face was still skeleton.

He pulled me into his twiggy arms and moved his skull closer to my face. I closed my eyes, taking in each moment of this very moment.

We locked together, my lips pushed against his bare teeth. It lasted a full minute before we pushed apart, my chest about to burst.

I was about to lean against his open chest before he yanked out from under me and laid a large white blanket over the trunk bed.

"R u reddy 4 skele secks?" he asked.

"What the fuck," I answered.

But before anything else happened he grabbed me and put me on the blanket and we had a very sexxi skeleton mating ritual where he rattled his bones with a fist in my ass and dooted his horn to the Goosebumps theme while I writhed in disgust but also moaned in spookie pleasure.

It lasted a good seventy-two hours, with his same hand still poking into my anus, while he kept dooting and dooting and dooting and dooting until he could doot no more. Then we went home and had T-bone steaks.

Dedicated to my pet goldfish "Digestible"