It was night time, and Emil, well, Ratatosk I should say, was craving something to eat. Why? Fuck if I know just go along with it. He opened the refrigerator, nothing seemed interesting. It was all just uncooked things. Uncooked...Ratatosk shook his head before shutting the door. He sighed, looking around for something.
Then he got an idea. A Good Idea. Ratatosk looked around to, ah, yes there WAS a microwave. Simple; see if they had any frozen foods, and heat whatever up. Honestly he could care less if the food was shit; he just wanted to eat. Opening up the deep freezer, he saw some hot pockets. Yeah; that'd work.
He read the directions, shoved the thing in the microwave and waited. Waiting was hard. I'm gonna fuck the hot pocket. Ratatosk froze. What?! What the fuck?! H-He wouldn't fuck food, even in his wildest dreams. Even if his body told him differently. The Microwave beeped a few times, interrupting his thoughts.
Ratatosk got up and opened the Microwave, still contempla-
Some of the filling was coming out of the side, and there was a good amount of grease on it to give it a shine on it. He reached out to touch it, before his hand shot back out of pain. Yeah; he had felt worse but he was eager to hold it.
He was going to fuck the hot pocket.
But first he had to wait for it to cool. His dick could get burnt, and he didn't need that problem. Richter told him(well, Emil technically) burning your dick was the worst pain you could ever get in life. Though he never got the chance to ask how, and that made Ratatosk more curious as he wrapped the hot pocket in paper towels and carried it up to his room.
"Emil?" Ratatosk froze, turning. "Hey Marta." Ratatosk said. "What are you doing up so late?" She asked, curiously. "Well I was hungry so I just grabbed something to eat." Ratatosk said. He was antsy to leave, so he could fuck the Hot Pocket. "Oh. Well then I'll leave you to sleep!" Marta said, before heading off to wherever she was going.
In Ratatosk's room, he took off his pants and unwrapped the hot pocket, and looked at it. It was beautiful. He took in a breath as Ratatosk rubbed a part of it on his throbbing cock, almost immediately groaning at the feeling. Continuing to rub himself with the hot pocket, he released an occasional grunt or soft moan here and there. This was so wrong, but he loved every second of this.
Feeling close to climax, he shoved the Hot Pocket on his dick, the heat mixed with the ingredients inside of it made him fling his head backwards, climaxing into the hot pocket, leaving him a panting mess, with hot pocket goo slowly dripping onto his crotch.
Once he cleaned up, Ratatosk ate the hot pocket, his semen in the hot pocket. He was so Exhausted he could care less. He then fell asleep.