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It was a slow fall day in Boon County. The clouds blocked out the sun, the air was thick with smog, and the sound of meowing and yowling could be heard from the path leading to the Alley. And it just so happened that by the Alley, a shambling, reanimated corpse was sitting by a dark wall, sifting through the belongings of the dead.
And by God, the Organ Grinder was so bored.
The cat lady hadn't visited him or brought him a meal in ages. He tried to make do with what her party left behind, but it just wasn't the same as devouring a classed cat. He was half-tempted to sneak into the house on the hill and give one of her kitties some horrible disease to expedite the process, but he saw her lock the door and he wasn't about to break through her windows and risk losing a business partner.
Another thing was that he hadn't been getting any "stimulation", if you can dig it. While he didn't have much luck getting laid in life, everyone in Boon County had been avoiding him like the bubonic plague ever since he had came back from the Boneyard. Just because a guy is carrying several diseases at once doesn't mean that he can't be loved!
The only person who didn't immediately run away from him was that hunchback who lived in the sewers. What was his name? Famke? Favre? Whatever it was, he had seen the sewer man building him a pipe. In that time, they hadn't technically interacted. They had locked eyes across the alleyway before the other had walked away. That was the end of it. But the fact that the hunchback didn't run away was a good sign. While normally he'd prefer a hot blonde, the sickly pallid hue of the other's skin was quite attractive to him. Maybe with the right amount of convincing...
God, he had to be desperate if his best option was a sweaty sewer-dweller. But anyone in Boon County who was otherwise legal would probably have him run out of their homes, kill him or try to experiment on him. And not the good kind of experimentation, where you're horned up in college and looking to try out something new. The point being, the Organ Grinder was willing to lay pipe with the pipe man if it meant he could stave off this bout of boredom.
It sounded like a good idea.
He saw his target before his target saw him. The sewer man was sitting down in a dry spot by the sewers, slowly panting. The Organ Grinder noticed that the man's tail was slowly wagging back and forth as he fiddled with something unseen. How cute. It gave him a funny feeling in his chest cavity. It was probably some tapeworm.
The Organ Grinder slowly shifted out of the shadows, eye laser-targeted on the person in front of him. Taking a ragged breath, he cleared his throat to catch the other's attention. The hunchback jumped, letting out a harsh yelp as the unseen thing fled from his grasp, revealing itself to be a worn-out cat with a crown adorning its head. He then attempted to turn his head, before realizing he couldn't do a 180° turn and settled for standing up and shuffling to look backwards, wheezing all the while. His eyes widened in curiosity as he realized who was behind him.
The Organ Grinder smiled his nicest, most non-confrontational smile. Said smile looked like one a serial killer would flash right before trying to do you in. "Hhhhi."
The sewer man blinked a little, staring at the person in front of him. Curiosity won out over fear, and he smiled. "Hi, we're Frank! We remember building your pipe!"
"Hey, uh... Frankie. Do you think you could do me a favor?"
Frank blinked. "How d'you know our full name?"
"We guessed. I-I mean I guessed. Me." The Organ Grinder shook his head, shaking out the thoughts that had formed to try and focus on his original goal. "So, you wanna, uh, y'know... do it?"
"Do what?" Frank tilted his head to the side.
"Uhhhh..." The Organ Grinder zoned out for a second before snapping to attention. "The horizontal tango? Y'know?"
"Oh, uh..." Frank tapped his hands together, looking uncertain. "We don't think Frank can dance as good as the old one. We can try, but-"
"No, I mean like, banging and stuff, heh. Y'know, when you take a cat, rub it on a cat, and-"
"Oh! We get what you mean..." A very light blush dotted Frank's face. The Organ Grinder couldn't help but tilt his head up to notice that somehow, Frank's tumor(?) was blushing too. Weird. "But if you and we did that, wouldn't Frank... *huff* get babies or somethin'?"
"Well, you don't need to worry. I'm pretty sure that the irradiated cat meat I ingested a few years ago rendered me sterile." The Organ Grinder grinned unnervingly as Frank tilted his head to the side in confusion.
"So, uh... we aren't making babies?"
"Nope!" The Organ Grinder then reached out to touch close to Frank's covered crotch area. Frank let out a sudden yelp, face turning red as the other slowly began to stroke over his cock.
"A-aaah! Th-this is-"
"It's great, huh? Just getting you warmed up for the main event."
"The... main...?"
"Ooooh, you'll see." The Organ Grinder continued his ministrations, drinking in Frank's pathetic little whimpers until he could see his boner, tenting his leathery patchworked suit. The action had gotten him excited too, as he was also pitching a (bigger, but not by much) tent.
"Now that we've both got boners, I'm going to go up against you and we can touch each other and stuff!" The zombie was cheerful, smiling sunnily as Frank wheezed and groaned, the red faint on his white cheeks.
"B-but isn't... Don't we need to take off our clothes?"
"There's no way I'm taking all this off! The maggots might escape. Besides, it's literally like the Boneyard shat itself under here."
Frank wheezed out what might have been a sigh of relief. "Okay... we didn't want to do that too."
The Organ Grinder slotted his hips against Frank's. "Alright! Let's get down to biz, heh... You wanna kiss while we do it?"
Frank's face turned redder than it had been, but he nodded so emphatically the tumor on his head looked dizzy.
The pair drew their faces closer. Their breaths smelled absolutely horrible- Frank's smelled vaguely of fecal matter and the Organ Grinder like bad meat, the stench of rot and decay permeating their mouths- but that didn't matter to either of them, not when this filth was what they lived, breathed and indulged in. Frank averted his eyes, face red, lower lip wobbling in embarrassment. The Organ Grinder laughed a raspy laugh.
Slowly their lips connected. It wasn't pleasant as far as kisses go, but both parties could care less. Not when they were finally obtaining the physical intimacy they rarely got. Surprisingly, it was Frank who took the first step towards the Organ Grinder's suggestions, thrusting his hips against the zombie's, grunting and grabbing tighter as their packages rubbed together. Pleasure zinged through their systems as they humped each other with wild abandon.
Both hobos wrapped their arms around each other, embracing to draw their lips further together. The kiss had turned into a full-on make out, both sides panting and groaning as one heavily chewed, stitched-backwards tongue and one regular one tangled as the two desperately ground their cocks together. Spots of precum started appearing on the tips of their tents.
Frank snapped away from the kiss suddenly, instead diving his head into the zombie's shoulder as he squeezed tightly. The movement of his hips were stuttering. "Feels... *huff* feels really good... Frank can't really take it..."
The Organ Grinder shifted, slowly lifting the other away from the crook of his neck to observe him. Frank's skin was pale and clammy, not to mention unexpectedly cold to the touch. His patched-up suit thing insulated him just a bit, but the mere touch reminded the Organ Grinder of an cold, untouched corpse, no longer warmed by the spark of life pulsing through it.
God, that was so fucking hot.
The thought caused the Organ Grinder to speed up, eliciting a moan from both parties. Frank only gripped tighter, a disconcerting squishing sound emitting from the Organ Grinder as the sewer-dweller squeezed the other's body.
"Oooh, I think you just squished a big maggot in there..." The Organ Grinder looked up at Frank with a lustful look in his uncovered eye. "It's okay. I can pick it out later, hhaahh... ...has anyone told you that you feel like a corpse?"
Frank made a strange groaning sound at the back of his throat. His eyes (so beautiful in how glassy they looked, like morning frost on a window) briefly blinked open before shutting back with pleasure. "Mmh! ...Frank doesn't-"
The Organ Grinder interrupted him, his brain swirling with excitement as he humped with wild abandon. "Don't worry, I love the dead! So i-it doesn't matter to me! It almost feels like I co-could eat you, y'know! Ha ha... I'd bet you'd taste so good, 'ca-cause all your organs are being preserved by your suit."
Frank whined. "D-don't eat Frank..."
The Organ Grinder wheezed out an unnerving laugh. He covered Frank's mouth with his own again, the grotesque locking of lips akin to heaven for both men. Frank moaned into the zombie's mouth, a sound that turned into a tiny squeal when he felt the sensation of teeth gently tugging at his tongue. Frank desperately whined, squeezing tighter as the Organ Grinder playfully bit Frank's tongue.
That did it. Frank's hips suddenly stilled, grunting through clenched teeth before opening his mouth for a raspy moan as he came, thrusting his hips in between every spurt. His legs wobbled as he slowly lost balance, before falling onto his back. The Organ Grinder yelped as he fell with him, landing with an *oof* onto Frank's front. Undeterred by Frank's fall, he continued thrusting up against the other, the pressure mounting deep inside of him. He could feel it, building and building within his wretched cock, the grotesque sight unfit for human viewing pleasure.
"Oooogh... If it's... hhhheehhhh... not a maggot about to come out of my urethra, I think I might-"
The bandaged corpse bucked his hips up a few more times before finally releasing, come staining the front of his pants. He then rolled off of Frank, body splayed on the floor as he withdrew from the high of orgasm.
The two lay there panting, significantly more sweaty and covered in stains than when they had started. It was only when their breaths began to slow that the Organ Grinder could collect his thoughts. He tilted his head in Frank's direction. "So, uh... was it good?"
Frank didn't answer, as he was currently passed out on the ground. His tail was twitching in his sleep, a good sign that the sewer man was still alive.
The Organ Grinder shrugged. It was fun while it lasted. With some difficulty, the corpse heaved himself to his feet and left. He'd clean out the come in his pants later.