((Author's Note: Play the song up top to live the full experience))
Sans the Skeleton was sitting alone at the other side of Grillby's, drinking a bottle a ketchup while Rihanna blasted through the trashy speakers. You studied his thoughtful, boney expression has he downed his second bottle of "tomato tornado". You, being the sexified skelly belly you are, felt yourself being practically drawn to him. Your feet glided across the floor.
"Why the fuck is this mans floating" Said Grillby as he washed empty ketchup bottles from behind the counter.
As you sashayed away to the enigmatic skeleton, his piercing eyes flicked up from the surface on the table to your boney-ass face. His eyes trailed up and down your bones, admiring how undeniably glossy your skeletal system was.
"Damn girl you thicc as fuck." Sans exclaimed, taking another moment to admire that sweet, sweet, skeleton ass.
You sat down daintily next to him, then nuzzled up to his blue, fur-trimmed coat. He heard you purr softly, and responded by shoving one finger through your ribs, causing you to gasp.
"Shit dawg you got some double damns." Sans said. He let his finger explore the interior of your rib cage, tickling around the curves of the bones. The clicking of bone against bone caused you to shiver. His slim finger tip traced your ribs, then travelled up the front of your spine.
"Oh Sans~" You moaned while he shoved the rest of his hand inside your rib cage.
"Yo how the fuck do we breathe we ain't got no lungs or anything." Sans exclaimed, still massaging your interior bones.
"Baby I don't know. All I know is that, if I had a breath, you'd take it away." You said, blushing a soft pink.
Sans got an immediate bone-er. Hahahahaha get it.
"Gasp! Oh Sansy Wansys got a boner for me!" You cry, suddenly grasping his bone penis. You massaged his skeletal sceptre of truth with your delicate fingers.
"Oh shit man one sec," Sans grabbed a half emptied bottle of ketchup and squirted some onto his penis. "Here ya go man. I like it like that."
You were initially taken aback by his apparent ketchup kink, but then felt a tomato scented wave of lust hit you like my dad hits me with a belt. You moan. "Aaaahhhh mooooaaaan." You say.
"Wow that was so fucking hot." Replies Sans, who is rubbing more ketchup onto his bone penis thing.
Soon, your clothes slip off and fall behind you. When you look back up at Sans, his clothes are gone too, leaving his body fully exposed.
"Y/N, use me daddy." He says with a strong sense of skeletal lust.
"I-I'm daddy?" You ask, hesitantly.
"Of course, Y/N. You were always daddy in my heart. I believe in you. Now fuck me, dammit."
"Okay!" You cry out confidently. "I am daddy!"
You begin licking the sweet and salty ketchup off his bones, occasionally taking small bites out of his frail and brittle bone. "Mmm cronchy." You say as you munch on his rib cage. You dip down and lick the tomato smoothie off his skelly-dick as well. And, well, you couldn't help but take a bite...
"OW JESUS CHRIST." Sans screams, clutching his groin in pain. "YOU ATE MY FUCKING DICK."
You look up innocently while crunching the bits of his bones in your mouth. "I did?" You take a moment to process what in currently in your mouth. "Aw shit I did, didn't I."
Sans quickly pulls his clothes back up and zips up his jacket. "I can't believe this." He mutters. You reach out your hand, but a thicc bone erupts from the ground and whacks your arm away. You recoil in shock as you stare up at the face that once called you daddy.
"I'm the daddy now, Y/N..." He said menacingly. His right eye glowed a bright blue. "And you're gonna have a bad time."
The end...
((It's your choice to decide whether or not he went stupid and crazy and destroyed your ass with his massive kinky bones, or he just killed you. Or both if you're about that life ;). Please do enjoy this.))
