Mettaton's Spicy Special

[Mettaton rubbing his butt on a pizza, sensually]

Frisk's legs were swinging back and forth, a bright smile spread across their face. They could barely sit still in the chair, stomach grumbling loudly every once in a while. The delicious scent of pizza filled the conspicuously empty kitchen. Their mouth watered just thinking about it. Monster food had been hit and miss for the most part, but Mettaton was ardent in proving he could provide a meal fit for a king.

The odd, splattering noises that suddenly came from the kitchen, however, were quickly putting a dent in all of Frisk's hopes. None of them resembled the sounds of a pizza being made. Jumping off the chair, they quietly ventured over to the door and peeked inside. The sight unfolding before their eyes left them frozen in complete and abject horror.

Mettaton slammed his bright and shiny buttocks on the pizza once more, tomato sauce dripping down his grade "A" steel thighs, strong enough to crush heads, if he wished to. He giggled softly on ran the surface of his ass straight across the beautifully baked pizza, smearing it so much more efficiently than any cook could ever desire.

And desire was indeed a key phrase in this situation. The monster wiggled his shapely behind, bits of melted cheese blemishing the sheen of his rapturous rump. He continued to slide back and forth, occasionally gasping as wayward pieces of pepperoni slipped across the crack.

He bought his admirable ass down once more, driving the toppings straight into the pizza's molten core, while sauce splattered about, dripping off various points of his body. There was even a little on his cheek. Rather than wipe it off, he extended his shiny, segmented tongue to lick it off, only to finally notice Frisk standing in the doorway, having suffered an irreparable damage to their Determination.

"Oh don't be impatient, darling." he purred, blasphemous butt running circles along the food. "You wanted 'extra saucy', remember?"

Frisk really hoped Papyrus had a takeout option. And that for the skeleton, 'meatballs' still meant what they should.