#yanton

Yanton represented everything that YanYan aspired to be (and secretly feared that he never would be). The robot possessed an abundance of riches and respect, the two things that YanYan valued above all else. Instead of his usual jealousy, YanYan hero-worshipped the handsome robot. He would do anything that Yanton asked, and on this video chat, Yanton was asking for all of the things that YanYan always yearned to do for him.

“Did you get the package I sent you?” asked Yanton is a voice of molten gold and decadent chocolate.

“YES.” YanYan tried not to sound too eager, but the predatory smile on Yanton’s face let him know that the TV personality had him right where he wanted him. It didn’t bother YanYan in the slightest; when the robot celebrity had picked him out of the crowd at one of his rare in-person appearances, it had been a dream come true, regardless of Yanton’s intentions.

“Good, then we can get started. Bend over on your chair and lift up that skirt for me.”

The request didn’t surprise YanYan. After all, he had opened the package the moment it arrived, and the contents made the purpose of this video call perfectly clear. YanYan accepted the invitation to a “private video chat” and everything that entailed as implied by Yanton’s gift. With a playful smirk, YanYan obeyed his idol’s orders, turning around, bending over, and lifting the ruffled edge of his skirt past his hips to show off a carefully chosen pair of panties, filled out nicely by his ecto-body.

“Do those panties… match my shirt?” Yanton laughed with the superiority of a very large dog allowing a very small kitten to pounce on him. YanYan blushed. He’d chosen the pattern based on Yanton’s favorite shirt. “Pull them aside and show me your tight little hole.”

Once again, YanYan obeyed, hooking a slim phalange around the fabric of the panties and tugging them aside to expose the curves of his asscheeks and his waiting asshole. He’d anticipated this moment since he saw the sex toy in the box with instructions to wear a skirt and panties. Yanton, usually the performer, wanted a show, and YanYan would happily provide it for him.

Yanton tsked. “That toy will never fit unless you prepare yourself,” he purred magnanimous, yet still somehow sinister. “Use your fingers darling.” As YanYan circled his asshole seductively with his phalanges, Yanton surreptitiously clicked the broadcast button on his computer screen. Now his faithful audience would all be privy to the skeleton’s sexual depravity.

YanYan dipped one finger inside of his entrance and gasped. He rarely allowed others to fuck him, and his hole was almost painfully tight. Working the finger in and out slowly helped stretch the opening, but barely. Remembering the size of the dildo in the box, YanYan increased his speed. Yanton hadn’t sent any lube.

“One finger isn’t going to do it if you want the toy to fit,” said Yanton with feigned concern. The look of discomfort on YanYan’s face prompted him to add: “You could try spitting on them to lube them up.”

YanYan hated the thought of using his own saliva as lube, but he desperately craved Yanton’s attention and approval. The benefits outweighed his disgust, and he spat on his fingers then slowly worked to insert them into his ass.

“Spread yourself open for me, darling. Just like that.” Yanton chuckled silently. His ratings skyrocketed as the skeleton monster scissored his asshole open for what he believed to be an audience of one. The pathetic idiot was fulfilling his dream of becoming an Undernet sensation, and he didn’t even know it.

The initial pain of penetration faded away, and YanYan could finally settle in to enjoying the anal fingering. Yanton could have any monster he wanted in the entire Underground, and he chose YanYan, wanted him sexually if this video chat was any indication. The narcissistic skeleton pictured it all in his head: going to the club on Yanton’s arm, making out at a private table, stumbling, giggling into a resort suite in the wee hours of the morning for a lengthy and passionate night of wild sex…

“Good job, darling, now use the toy.” Yanton used the term of endearment in place of the skeleton’s name because he honestly couldn’t remember it, but the poor sucker couldn’t get enough of it and eagerly followed Yanton’s every instruction. “Pretend it’s me fucking you, hard and fast. Just like that!”

YanYan moaned as he worked the toy in and out of his asshole. He sank into the fantasy of a tryst with Yanton, fucking himself harder and faster every time the voice from the computer called for it.

A wide smile split Yanton’s metallic features, sincere but bone-chilling. YanYan’s voice screamed his name from the voice chat, and likes poured in from his loyal and lecherous followers to congratulate him on his successful manipulation of the sycophantic skeleton.

YanYan never suspected a thing.

Cap stared open-mouthed at the monsters milling around outside of Muffet’s brothel. Scantily clad monsters beckoned to him, blowing kisses and making bedroom eyes in his direction, but other monsters leered and advanced on him menacingly, only holding back because of his size. Cap’s wide, innocent eyes and skull adorned with brightly colored stickers made him a target for one and all, regardless of their intentions.

A female monster with wavy midnight blue hair and piercing golden eyes approached him. She looked similar to a skeleton monster with strange, opaque ecto-flesh. Cap reached out a finger to poke the odd magic, but she dodged him with practiced ease.

“It’s so rare to see skeleton monsters,” she said with a smile. Cap liked the idea of being rare. It meant he was special! “Can I help you with something?”

Her question reminded him that he’d been sent here on an errand for YanYan. He didn’t want to disappoint YanYan and risk being punished. Besides, Brassy needed his medication! Cap couldn’t afford to let himself be distracted.

“I’m here to pick up medicine for my boyfriend, Brassberry.”

I don’t know what I expected the huge skeleton monster to say, but it certainly wasn’t that. This skeleton didn’t just know Sans; he was dating Sans! The revelation blindsided me, but it also explained a lot. Why would Sans keep spending time with me when he had a new boyfriend to devote himself to?

I tried not to feel bitter. I wanted to be happy for Sans, I really did. Sans and I weren’t together. We had never been together, so why did my heart squeeze at this strange skeleton’s casual statement? To avoid making things awkward, I started walking towards Muffet’s office, gesturing for him to follow me.

It’s not that I had been holding Sans’ medicine hostage or anything. Honestly! Nobody called to arrange a delivery, so I had no reason to take it to the house. I expected Sans to stop by and pick it up sooner or later if I just waited long enough. He would need the medication eventually, I thought. Somehow, he had still managed to avoid seeing me, and I ended up discovering the reason why secondhand from his unsuspecting new boyfriend.

When I handed the huge skeleton the packet of Sans’ medications, he swept me into a crushing hug, thanking me over and over and making me regret my less than welcoming thoughts towards him. This monster had a sweetness about him that would actually be good for Sans, and I couldn’t fault him for finding someone to love in this crazy world.

“I didn’t get your name,” I prompted him, contrite.

“YanYan calls me Captain Skittles.” Of course that arrogant skeleton would give this skeleton an unkind name, though he didn’t seem at all concerned about it. “You can call me Cap though!”

“Well, Cap, I’m very happy to hear about you and Sa- Brassberry,” I told him with a smile that became sincere when Cap’s face lit up.

“You know Brassy?” he asked excitedly.

“Yeah, we’re-” I paused. What were Sans and I, exactly? “-friends.” Cap didn’t notice my hesitation. He just kept right on babbling excitedly about how happy he was to meet one of Brassy’s friends. He even invited me to the house for one of their movie nights.

I remembered movie nights with Sans, and I doubted they would bear even the slightest resemblance to my memories if I became the third wheel at one. “I’d have to check with Sans,” I replied evasively. I wasn’t exactly in the mood to discuss anything involving Cap with Sans at the moment. I needed to collect my thoughts and sort out my emotions first.

Cap pouted. His orange and blue puppy dog eyes were hard to resist, and somehow I found myself agreeing to the plan. Cap hugged me again, chasing away any lingering doubts about my decision. I may still have my hangups about Sans, but I already hated the idea of disappointing this gentle giant.

Still, a familiar but nameless dread uncoiled in my stomach at the thought of visiting the skeleton brothers’ house in Snowdin again. I never knew why, but even walking past the house gave me chills, like something evil lurked there, waiting to be awakened.