Mr Blobby cock-vores a Skibidi Toilet

Mr Blobby grumpily awoke early from hibernation. Whoever had disturbed his slumber was going to regret it!

"Blobby," he grumbled. 'Well, I'm fucking awake now.' He sat up and pulled the wad of bunched-up dead skin out of his arse-crack. At least his new skin underneath had developed nicely while he slept. Mr Blobby tugged at his loose top layer of arse-carapace, and began the ordeal of sloughing off his old skin.

Mr Blobby stretched, his pristine nubile skin wrinkling beautifully where it was supposed to. After the hard work of detaching his old skin, Mr Blobby was both hungry and horny… Shoving some unfortunate fucker down his cock would solve both problems. He munched some of his shed skin, blancmange-pink and like a halfway point between pork scratchings and prawn crackers, while he had a think. He hadn't disappeared anyone down his cock in a while, and the idea was getting more appealing… However, Mr Blobby hadn't forgotten his oath to not harm humans. Oh well.

A cheery, crisp spring day greeted Mr Blobby as he tore down the mucus-curtain that had had plugged the entrance to his den, and he stepped outside. Birds tweeted as they hopped around on the blossoming trees. The streets were strangely deserted, though… In fact, the buildings were wrecked and the street furniture trashed and bent. "Blobby??" 'What the fuck happened here?'

"Skibidi," skibidi'd a voice.

"Blob-by blobby blobbyyy…?" 'The fuck's this?' Mr Blobby thought as he realised from whom that voice had come. Whom… or what?

"Skibidi dom dom dom yes yes, skibidi depardieu neep neep," said the… homunculus? Its face looked more or less human, apart from the wildly-creased face like a bacon effigy in a wind-tunnel, swaying on a long neck like a cobra. The rest of it was undeniably a toilet. Not just vaguely toilet-shaped; it was an honest-to-goodness actual shitter.

"Blobby blobby blobby, blob-blob blobby." 'Such an abomination ought not to exist.' Well. Mr Blobby was forbidden to harm humans, as a result of the fae pact he'd sworn with the human who summoned him, but this little fucker could not be called human. Mr Blobby felt more horned-up at the thought of ridding the world of this rancid little mockery. His cock awakened and filled out enough to push out the mucus plug in his sheath, and its head poked out, ripe and dripping, with a slide whistle noise.

The skibidi toilet charged towards Mr Blobby, war-chanting angrily - and was stopped in its tracks in shock at the sight of Mr Blobby's burgeoning erection.

"Blobby blobby blobby!" said Mr Blobby as he grabbed the skibidi by its hair and yanked its face up against his oily glans.

"Skibidi!" protested the skibidi at getting a faceful of hot musky Blobby cock.

Mr Blobby's ample foreskin gaped and cascaded down as his rock-hard glans pushed its way out, already pearling with drops of pre-cum. His urethral meatus twitched, as the five teeth guarding its entrance flared open like a sea urchin's mouth.

The skibidi skibidi'd its last 'skibidi!' as Mr Blobby's hungry glans engulfed its face and began pulling it down his shaft. Barbules sprouted and protruded inside Mr Blobby's urethra, ensuring that the skibidi could move further into his cock but couldn't pull itself out.

"Blobbyyyyy…" Mr Blobby sang triumphantly as his cock took in the skibidi's entire head like a cormorant swallowing a fish. The skibidi's cries of protest were muffled and weakening. Once a prey's head was in Mr Blobby's cock, it was always done for. Waves of barbules pulsated down the inside of his urethra, drawing the skibidi's head a little further in with each pulse. Mr Blobby shuddered and grunted in delight as the skibidi's head stretched open his prostate and slid through it.

To Mr Blobby's surprise, the skibidi's neck was strangely elastic! He'd expected to slurp the skibidi up with his cock, but its neck simply elongated, apparently without being pulled any further out of the toilet bowl. The skibidi pulled back with all its might, but couldn't overcome its grisly fate. The skibidi's head reached the base of Mr Blobby's cock, where its fate was sealed. The powerful macerator inside Mr Blobby's pelvis pressed against the unfortunate skibidi's cranium, then crunched like a hydraulic press cracking a hazelnut. "Blobby blobby blobby!" sang Mr Blobby happily as the crushing action of his macerator sent a jolt of pleasure through his loins.

"Blobb-by blobb-by blobb-by~" Mr Blobby sang as his cock continued its tug of war, pulling and stretching the skibidi's neck out of its toilet bowl like pulling a rod of mozzarella. What would give out first? Would it be the neck tissue, or the adhesive that kept the skibidi stuck firmly in its bowl? It certainly wouldn't be Mr Blobby's powerful tooth-lined cock, which had never failed to finish a voring once it started.

The conundrum was resolved by the skibidi's neck finally giving way to a morass of loose organs, floppily encased in a gelatinous membrane. So this was the true form of a skibidi inside its toilet - its body reduced to nothingness in a protective porcelain shell. Mr Blobby was amazed! This was a rare treat; getting to slurp up a soft wad of organs instead of a hard bony body.

Mr Blobby belched, making him realise the skibidi's skeleton, such as it was, was on its way out. Anything his cock ate and couldn't churn into cum had to come out somehow - which in Mr Blobby's fae physiology was via his maw. "Blobby… blobby blobby," horked Mr Blobby, as he disgorged his prey's flattened skull and caught it in his hand. The skibidi's attached spine slid out of his gullet like a string of pearls.

Mr Blobby regarded the skull in his hand. "…Blobby…" he intoned in quiet contemplation as he turned it this way and that in his grasp. How strangely human it looked, despite the warped flesh that covered it in life. Mr Blobby brought it down to his crotch and fucked its eye socket.

"Blob, blob, blob, blob," Mr Blobby chanted as he ground his cock into the skull until he broke through into the brain cavity, boiled clean by the acid inside Mr Blobby's body. "Blobbyyyy…" Mr Blobby came with great satisfaction, his oily scrotum a-twitching as he pushed out great torrents of pink cum, freshly-churned from the remains of the unfortunate skibidi. As his cock-muscles clenched and forced out the last of the dense frothy cum, the skull shattered into pieces from being ground between Mr Blobby's cock and his palm. Mr Blobby jizzed out his last few drops onto the heap of bony shards on the ground. As Mr Blobby walked along, enjoying the springtime birdsong, his softening cock concertina'd back into his sheath, which began to contract back into his body along with his balls. A satisfying post-hibernation breakfast!