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yisony07 · 8 months ago

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Real Target

A few hours after noon, Oskar was watching from the bushes a couple standing in front of a metal bench talking in the middle of a somewhat crowded park. One of them was Jake, the smallest of the two, and with a somewhat tired look. But the one who interested Oskar the most was the other, Christopher, who spoke to Jake with a carefree smile that gave him an involuntary sex appeal, with the curious way his tight shirt fit against his pecs.

Oskar, eager to prove what was hidden under there, couldn't help but stir inside the bush, although he didn't care at all. The unusual blizzard hid his presence. They were the perfect conditions for the being to enjoy that view. And how to blame him? Oskar had spent the afterlife wandering around the park near the university looking with envy at the shameless way in which others enjoyed his sensations; He really missed being able to feel pleasure, being able to kiss, experience carnal desires, and when he discovered that he was capable of possessing by chance when he took the form of a dog that wanted to urinate by placing itself where he was a few days ago, with someone as attractive as Christopher, Oskar knew what he wanted to do. Oskar slid his semi-blue, semi-transparent body across the black asphalt until he reached the bench so he could hear what they were saying and see if he had a chance.

“So, what did you decide to do with Carla?” Jake asked, as if the topic didn't matter to him that much.

“I broke up with her and honestly, it didn't hurt at all…” both men laughed lightly.

So he is without commitment, Oskar thought, increasingly convinced of his decision. But it can't be now, Oskar thought. He never liked attention, and he suspected that taking possession of Christopher wouldn't be so easy under those circumstances. If his mind is as strong as his body, it wouldn't be the best, he told himself.

“So… will you come to my apartment now to play?”

“Well of course, bro,” Jake replied, “although I'll go later, maybe in the evening, I have to finish some things, you know…” he winked and Christopher snorted.

“Well,” he said, adjusting his backpack. “I'll take a nap while you arrive.”

“Got it.”

Oskar watched his loot walk away, blending into the crowd. The ghost grimaced and looked towards Jake, who seemed to slink away. Curiosity overcame the spirit, so he found himself following it. Jake walked towards the nearest shopping center and entered one of the cubicles. Oskar crept over to the toilet where he went, and watched stealthily as Jake unbuttoned his pants, pulled down his boxers, and revealed his not very erect penis.

Jake peed for a few seconds while letting out a loud sigh. He took a piece of toilet paper, wiped his meatus and was about to put his pants back on when he felt his phone vibrate.

After throwing away the paper, Jake proceeded to take out his cell phone. He checked it and instantly his cock became erect. "Hell already, these pussies look very sexy, ready to take a good hammer," he commented, biting his lip for a moment.

Faced with such a cock right in front of him, Oskar did not waste the opportunity. "Here we go!" he said before launching himself headlong into that pinkish glans.

It took Jake several seconds to realize what was happening. The sudden low temperatures he felt on his dick made him look down and he was surprised to see a bluish mass snaking in his pisshole.

"What the...!!" he shouted, but was cut off by a moan coming from himself. Oskar entered little by little while Jake waved his hands around his penis to grab or scare the ghost away, but to no avail. "Get… out… fuck… ah yeah… no…get… of… me!!"

He screamed and crashed back into the door. A feeling of repulsive pleasure ran through his body as Oskar entered him. It was nauseating and yet exciting, sensual, pleasurable... Jake could do nothing but moan until all of Oskar entered him.

Jake's body began to shake uncontrollably, hitting the walls of the cubicle. A cold, gelatinous sensation spread and spread inside the man's body. Only screams and grunts of pleasure came from Jake's mouth, and as all of Oskar occupied every inch of Jake, his body fell to the floor with a thud, missing the toilet.

Jake opened his eyes slowly, but they had taken on a bluish hue. He was no longer the same: Oskar was in control.

"Whew... that was a battle..." Oskar whispered between gasps. He took Jake's cell phone, put it in one of his pockets and stood up, fixing his pants. He watched his new arms, a little hairier and thicker than before, his chest rising and falling as he breathed at an increasingly regular pace, and the way his clothes (especially his pants) fit around his body, giving a suggestive connotation to Jake's casual clothing. "But it was worth like hell," he added, running his new hands over his new abdomen, his bulge slightly noticeable.

Someone knocked on the cubicle door. “Hey, man, is everything okay? You were yelling and there was a lot of noise…”

“No, no, don't worry,” Jake said through Oskar; the feeling of his new voice running down his throat was warm, though not entirely perfect. “I saw a huge insect and I have a phobia of them, so I went crazy, hehehe…” he explained quickly.

“Okay, happy rest of the afternoon!”

“Yeah, bye…” Oskar bent down to check that no one else was in the bathroom so he could leave safely. Once he verified it, he opened the cubicle. “Now, to the main plate,” he added before leaving the public bathroom.

Christopher had never been the type of boy to believe in spirits, ghosts, or paranormal activities. He lived his life with complete tranquility without thinking that those kinds of things could affect him, being a university student a few semesters away from starting his thesis. He didn't have many friends and had ended an unsatisfactory relationship, but that's how he preferred it: he didn't want to get involved with anything.

He was curled up in his bed just minutes after saying goodbye to Jake. He was hoping to get some sleep before his video game night with his pal Jake. He just closed his eyes when he heard someone knock on the door. A shiver ran down his spine as he stood up.

“Who will it be at this time?” he wondered as he got out of bed. He only had on shorts and sandals. He walked to the door and was surprised when, upon opening it, he found Jake leaning on the threshold.

There was something different, it seemed to Chris, because he didn't remember his friend looking like that... well, like he had upgraded. And there was something about it that seemed strange to him.

“Jake! I thought you would be here later,” Chris said and stepped aside for Jake to enter. “I haven't prepared anything.”

“Oh, don't worry,” Jake responded as he looked around Chris's apartment as if for the first time. “My matter ended earlier than expected.”

“That's nice,” Chris said as he closed the door. “Sit over there and settle in as I prepare everything.”

“Oh, no need,” Jake said. He curled his lips into a lopsided smile before slowly approaching Chris.

"What's up dude? You look strange,” Chris said, confused by Jake's way of acting, but before he could ask anything else, Jake launched into kissing him on the lips. He had been very passionate, more than he would have received from any girl, and yet, Chris couldn't help but push Jake, causing him to fall on his ass on the floor. “Bro, what the fuck!!” He shouted, looking at Jake with a mixture of disgust and intrigue while he “wiped” his mouth.

"What's happening? I didn't think you'd take it like that,” Jake replied, standing up, observing Chris's face and body with unusual intensity. “I always wanted to do it… I love you!”

That statement made something shake in Chris' mind. Who had been his friend since they entered university, with whom he shared classes, laughs and afternoons of games, who had even been there for him when he talked about his experiences with women, was in love with him? That same person who had kissed him like that out of nowhere, joining his lips with his and tasting his tongue?

It was the craziest thing that had happened in his life and yet... he couldn't deny that he had liked him; In fact, he noticed that his penis had even hardened. And it wasn't until that moment, when Chris realized that Jake's eyes had a bluish tint.

“Jake… your eyes look different,” Chris said as if he were in a little trance, as if there was nothing else he wanted to do but admire his mate.

"So?" Jake said with a mischievous little smile and approached again. “Are they more… pretty?”

Something deep inside Chris wanted to run away from there, get away from that creep at any cost. But that desire was as foreign as if it were an intrusive thought. Jake suddenly looked attractive and, despite his build being inferior to his in several ways, desirable.

“They're so much sexier,” Chris whispered, surrendering to the man in front of him, and, surrendering to his own feelings, he reciprocated the kiss Jake gave him instantly. The part of Chris that wanted to flee screamed in his mind, but he was drowned out by the pleasure coursing through his body. Chris didn't react negatively when Jake put his hands on his chest, rubbing him gently, but instead wrapped his arms around his waist while they continued with their lips together, in that game of tongues. It was hot, comfortable and quite sloppy from all the saliva, and yet it was the only thing Chris focused on. It was too good, indeed, very good.

But suddenly, Chris felt a completely opposite sensation on his tongue and, out of shock, he quickly separated from Jake, opening his eyes after he stopped feeling his touch.

"What's wrong? I thought you liked me," Jake asked, with a hint of irritation that was missed by Chris.

"It's just that I felt something strangely cold and slimy..." Chris said as if he was coming out of a trance, and as such, he realized what he had done, reflecting on his face in the way his eyes opened and his mouth of shock.

At no point in his life had he been attracted to other men and yet he couldn't deny what he did or how he felt, although something inside him seemed to believe that it hadn't been entirely voluntary.

He looked back at Jake...was that his idea or had he gotten a little taller? Because he didn't remember Jake's eyes being on the same level as his own, did he?

Jake clicked his tongue. "No, I didn't feel it," he said, "but how about we continue in bed? If, of course, you wanted us to be something.

"Of course…” No… he wanted to say, but instead it came out: "yes, we could be a couple..." he said with a silly smile, almost unlike him.

"Thank you dear." Jake smiled and kissed him again.

They both continued kissing and undressed before jumping into bed. Due to the heat of the moment, Chris couldn't reflect on what was happening, he only cared about pleasure, letting out those feelings that were still somewhat foreign; Jake stopped kissing his lips but instead continued planting kisses as he moved down his body until he reached the tip of his cock. Chris felt a tingle and looked down at Jake, who was smiling at the prospect of having said member before him, as if he had been waiting for it for so long.

Without saying a word, just a clash of glances, Jake began to suck him. Chris couldn't suppress his moans while he pinched his nipples with one of his hands and with the other he massaged Jake's face and hair. Jake moved up and down, feeling every inch of that huge meat. Chris felt in heaven, comfortable with his cock inside Jake's warm core. But suddenly, again, he felt that cold, rubbery feeling again, so he moved Jake so that his cock was free.

"What happened?" Jake asked with a quick movement of his right eyelid and a hint of irritation more noticeable than the other times.

"I almost came," Chris said. "I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, dear... Are you ready for me to put it in?"

"What?"

Chris's alarms went off, but the blue look Jake gave him once again tamed his nerves. He settled down a little more and stretched his legs, so that Jake had all the way clear.

"I like it that way..." Jake whispered, using his saliva to wet his own dick and shoving it into Chris's hole.

At first it hurt, but it only took a few seconds of getting used to it for the pleasure to take over. In fact, his moans were even louder than before. Jake thrust again and again as he kissed him repeatedly. It was one of the nicest, hottest things, and the act lasted several minutes when both Chris and Jake cummed squirts. Chris felt Jake's warm fluid move inside him, filling him little by little, followed by something cold.

Jake fell hyperventilating on top of Chris, as if he were asleep or unconscious while Chris regulated his breathing. However, everything looked more and more blurry and his sensations were more and more diffuse, more confusing, until suddenly... something changed.

What… Chris said, or rather thought, since nothing came out of his mouth.

"Hehehe... finally," said 'Chris' with satisfaction. He moved Jake to the side (without removing his penis) so he could massage his own body as if it were a new acquisition, a new prize... Still smiling, he added: "After so much, I finally did it... You're all mine, Christopher."

At that moment 'Chris' noticed Jake moving. Apparently he was waking up.

"I don't know what that was..." he drawled, almost drunk-like, "but it was amazing... Where are we?"

Suddenly, 'Chris' pushed Jake to the other side, so that this time Jake was on the bottom. 'Chris' pulled Jake's cock out of his asshole and put the tip of his own cock into Jake's hole. He saw that Jake had returned to his original form and it was he who saw in 'Chris' a bluish tone in his eyes.

"We're about to start round two, babe, are you ready?" 'Chris' said before kissing him intensely and inserting his penis and then starting to ram him with his huge cock.

"Oh fuck..." Jake moaned, clutching his arms behind Chris' back. "This... is... amazing..."

"Oh, indeed it is..." Chris groaned, seeing what he had achieved. "Of course it is..."

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what-have-i-unleashed · 17 days ago

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dining etiquette

something short this time. finally closing the "murder time trio bullying cross" series with this one :3

(warning: killer sans' usual shenanigans)

"you eat like a caveman" is what killer says to cross on a random mission where they have to stand guard outside a door to a warehouse horror and dust are raiding. there was no preamble to the topic, just killer's usual unexpected unfiltered comments that cross has slowly grown used to.

"what," cross can't help but say, to which killer answers with the same nonchalant tone as before.

"the way you eat, soldier boy - it's horrible. you don't even know how to use fork and knife."

"why would i need to?"

"well," killer drapes one arm over cross' shoulders. "you're one of nightmare's henchmen now, and we have standards. as your mentor, i have to teach you proper dining etiquette."

and so, here are cross and killer in the dining hall, cross sitting at the table with an organized set of tableware in front of him and killer standing right behind him, front to his back. cross can't help feeling antsy when he's so aware how close killer is standing to him, leaning in with his voice just over cross' head.

"-you would want to go from the outside in with the utensils. the soup is first in every course so use the soup spoon on you right."

cross picks up the spoon and pretends to use it. "like this?"

"mmm yep. small portions, okay? be demure. be mindful."

"so, when i finish the soup..."

"put your spoon on the saucer, not the bowl, so the servers know that you're done with it."

cross does it, and killer gives him a small pat on the back. "that's good, crossy."

cross flushes and hopes killer doesn't notice it. he fiddles with his napkin nervously as killer puts the first set of dishes away.

"now we move on to the difficult part: fork and knife. well, at least difficult for you, that is."

"oh shut up," cross grumbles, but he still sits up to listen. killer says with a smile to his voice.

"no need to be so defensive, oreo. everyone has their weakness," the way killer says that doesn't instill much confidence in cross. "come on, pick up the furthest fork and knife. those are for salad."

cross grabs them, the fork in his left hand and the knife in his right hand. he hears chuckles coming from killer, suddenly embarrassed for reasons he doesn't know.

"what," he intones. "what am i doing wrong?"

"don't hold them like you hold your oversize swords, soldier boy. relax."

face still flushed, cross changes his grip, imagining he's holding a pen. yeah, that should work. but apparently not in killer's eyes, because the presence behind cross surges forward and envelops his hands in his.

"silly cross," killer grins, his mouth close to cross' acoustic meatus. "you should hold them like this."

still mortified, cross isn't prepared when killer twists his left hand back and jam the head of the fork right towards his left eyesocket. he yelps, unable to move as killer presses onto him and pins his right hand on to the table. if it was any other occassion, cross would be surprised at killer's deceptive strength. but right now with a fork skirting right before his eyesocket, cross can't do much but resist the bruising grip on his hand and scream.

"what the fuck, killer?!! are you trying to kill me?!"

"wow, you have better instincts than i thought there, crossy," killer whistles, his tone cheerful despite (or more likely because of) the attempted murder he was doing just a moment ago. cross is shaking in his grip as he endeavors not to be stabbed in the eye.

"if this is a prank, then it's worse than what the other two did!!" cross almost-yells, his face a different shade of purple than before. killer clicks his tongue.

"figures i'm the last one to haze you," he sighs, ignoring cross yelling "this is a haze??" under him. he's always last to the fun - how disappointing.

#idk how to end this sorry 😔🙏#anyway the trilogy is done now cross has been bullied thrice #rip to the oreo #cross sans #killer sans #utmv #undertale au #i write

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