Boo sat there, staring at the other taco who was also just sitting there.

Nathan,he telepathically communicated, are you just going to sit there?

Yes,Nathan replied. I can't do anything else. I thought you knew this.

Well it makes sense I guess. I just thought that maybe, since I was able to eat dad that one time, you'd be able to defy logic occasionally too.

Nope.

Suddenly the door burst open. A taco-transportationist was carrying seven assorted tacos. He set them down on the ground and left.

Hello!Boo greeted. What are your names?

Steven!

Zach!

Radman!

Sam!

Hunter!

…

…

Two provided no names, as they were quite shy and internally blushing.

Boo immediately took a liking to Radman, as he was the cutest taco in the bunch.

Radman,Boo asked, who are you and why are you here?

We are all brothers, Radman replied, who were accused of rape but recently won our trial. However, humans refuse to house us. We'd like to take refuge here, if that's alright.

Certainly! Make yourselves at home!

Everyone just sat there.

Radman, do you happen to be tacosexual?

Um...actually, I am.

Me too! Something about burritos is simply unappealing.

Really? I feel the same way!

That's awesome!

But, um...why did you ask?

Oh, well…

Boo blushed internally.

It's nothing, really. Have you ever been able to move before?

No, sadly. Have you?

Yeah! Only once, though.

Oh. That's kinda cool but also a bummer. How did you do it?

Well one day it just kinda hit me what physical stimulus felt like. I don't know how but I could comprehend strength and pain and stuff.

Really? That's always been way too hard for me. It'd be really cool if I could move.

Yeah. Maybe I could try it again…

Do you think you'd be able to?

Um...here goes nothing.

Mustering all physical strength he could, Boo urged himself forward toward Radman, motivated by lust alone. This new desire enabled him to travel the distance, although he had absolutely no clue how.

Wow! That was amazing!

It truly was. I'm not sure how, but I did it!

What's your name? Did you ever tell me?

It's Boo. Boo Tacoley.

Nice to meet you...Boo.

You too, Radman.

Hey...Boo?

Yes?

I...um...I think-...

What is it? What do you think?

I think...I love you…

Boo sat in shock for a while.

I might...love you too…

Really!? You do!?

Yeah! I do! Wow!

Yay!

...Um, I suppose you've never tried to mate with another taco before...have you?

No...why do you ask?

I'm just…

Boo lustily gazed at a small piece of lettuce leaking out of Radman's face.

I'm only curious. That's all.

I think it would be interesting.

What would?

You know…

Do you want to?

Want to...with you?

I mean, it's entirely up to you, since I'm the one who can move and-

I'd...I think I'd like that.

Really? Are you sure?

Yeah. Positive. I really do love you.

As Boo's eyes drifted across the shell and exposed parts of Radman, he became aware of his painfully obvious meat-boner. He managed to move once more, to get into position for their love-making.

My body is ready,Radman communicated in a telepathic whisper.

Carefully and gently, Boo searched for Radman's meathole, and began to gently persuade it to stretch. Then, when it was the size of his meat-boner, he gingerly slid it in.

Radman internally moaned.

Can I start moving?

Yes. Please, yes.

With each slow thrust a new moan was elicited from the paralyzed bottom; the speed accelerated over time. Their juicy filling slammed into each other rhythmically sending lettuce flying everywhere.

With a few final thrusts, Boo's sauce squirted into Radman's meathole.

Both rested, satisfied with their sated curiosity. They were in love with each other, and this was what normal lovers did.