Ink, Dream, and Blue were sitting in Freddy's pizzeria
"Go fuck?" Dream asked.
"You fucking crazy bony big," Blue yelled and dragged a boner into Dream ass. dream groaned, and blue began to hammer hard into the blue asshole. Ink looked at them and jerk off, then jumped up to blue and put his ink lollipop under his ass. so they fucked for fifteen hours, then papyrus came and tore them off with a ladle
In fact, they were hardly surprised when he suggested it. It was just like him. To be honest, it wasn't their first time, and any of them could have suggested it.
But only Dream could offer to do it here.
At their favorite pizzeria Freddy Fazbear's.
With a huge influx of people in the afternoon.
Blue took a long sip of vanilla cocktail from his glass to think about what he had heard, but it sounded too incredible, and so he asked again:
"Could you repeat that?"
"Do you want to fuck?" Dream repeated with almost childlike directness.
Blue tortured the straw a little more, trying to calm the surging storm of emotions, and turned his gaze to Ink. And he immediately regretted it — judging by the playful eyes of the ink skeleton and the hands that dived under the table, he liked the idea. Blue exhaled, blowing bubbles in his glass—Ink almost never forgot anything about cause of his erection.
The blue skeleton was outnumbered. And, therefore, it was necessary to seize the initiative urgently.
"What's wrong with you?" he roared, bursting from his seat and pressing the smallest skeleton in their company into the table, "You fucking crazy lewd bonedog?"
Of course, people turned around. And, of course, they definitely were fucked up by what they saw, when Blue pulled off pants from the Dream whimpering with anticipation, exposing skeleton's pelvis, and planted his shining neon blue bone in his tight shining neon yellow butthole.
The music stopped — apparently, even the animatronics were fucked up by what was happening. But Blue didn't care anymore — sniffing through his eye sockets, he carried a Dream moaning in his voice around the table, sweeping away trays and developing his virgin butthole, despite the previous several dozen times. The situation drove him into a frenzy, the moaning and writhing skeleton under him drove him into a frenzy, but most of all he was driven into a frenzy by Ink, who, looking at them, was already openly masturbating his ink lollipop. Blue hoped so much that it wouldn't come to this, that with double sanity they would hush up this offer.…
But this was far from the last stab in Blue's back from Ink. Too late, Blue noticed the missing skeleton in front of him — almost at the very moment when a jerk-out ink lollipop flew into his shining neon blue ass.
The pizzeria was empty by that time — the visitors and staff, although they were fucked up first, the people were still more or less adapt. Some have learned from childhood on their own skin that it is better not to get involved in the affairs of weirdos who can summon a bunch of energy-shooting dragon skulls with a wave of their hand. Some have learned this in their childhood years quite recently. This turned out to be perhaps the most successful propaganda of tolerance.
The skeletons didn't even think to stop, and the pizzeria had to be closed up with them. Although the night passed, on the whole, calmly, the guard was uneasy. Perhaps because he couldn't help but imagine what it would be like for animatronics now, forced to stay on stage and watch this light show all night.
Morning came. The skeletons continued to hammer at each other on the table, having hardly changed their position in the past fifteen hours. Dragging bags under his eyes and signing up for a therapist on the go, the guard who had served his shift left. Bluish smoke curled out of the animatronic chicken's head.
"SAAANS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!"
A lanky skeleton in an orange scarf stood in the open doors of the pizzeria, clutching a ladle in his hands. Cashiers and cooks crowded behind him, glaring hopefully at his back. After all, no one forbade solving the problem that arose from one skeleton, use another skeleton?
At least they could hope it would work.
The skeleton entered the pizzeria, waving its limbs, approached the bone trio merged in ecstasy and, planting the handle of the ladle in the ink ring of the magical flesh of the lewd yelling Ink, tore it off from the rest of the skeletons, began to moralize in a different way with the help of the same ladle, putted with a scoop in his pelvis.
Of course, the same fate awaited the remaining two skeletons, but they were too involved with each other to pay attention to the losses in their rear.
The animatronic fox fell forward with a loud clang and crumbled. The rest of the animatronics could only envy him.
Freddy Fazbear's employees continued to crowd outside under the slowly rising sun, smoking, vaping and looking longingly at their watches, feeling the work shift running out of their wallets.
What else could they do?