Shamble to Me, My Love: Zanticore and Cthulhu Watch Zombies Fuck

"Cleo my darling, shamble to me, my love.  Let me unhinge my jaw and pleasure you."

"Muuuuuhhhhhhhhh." Cleo groaned with either enthusiasm or dismay.  Brian could no longer tell as so much of her face had rotted away.  It didn't matter.  Cleo was his moon and sun.  Among her many positives, Cleo retained her breasts.  Usually, the breasts were the first pieces to go, falling to the earth with two soft thumps.  Most zombie women tripped over them, never noticing the loss.  The preoccupation with acquiring brains was far too pressing, oddly more so for women than men.

Preparing for sex Brian unfastened his rags and secured his penis with an extra layer of duct tape. For although his right foot was now a distant memory, the penis was one appendage he planted to keep.

"Should we be watching this?" Zanticore whispered to Cthulhu.

"YES, WE SHOULD WATCH THE ZOMBIES FORNICATE." Cthulhu shouted.

Zanticore flinched, halting his movement on the playground swingset.  The zombies didn't react. Perhaps, they had lost their hearing.  Or possibly they were simply disinterested in a pair of non-humans. Although, Zanticore looked human, he retained an otherness that clearly marked him as the god of au gratin potatoes.

"How many times must I ask you not to yell?"

"I AM THE GREAT CTHULHU.  I ENJOY YELLING.  ESPECIALLY IN THE PRESENCE OF THOSE THAT WOULD SCARE OFF ALL THE CRUNCHY FUN SIZE HUMANS."

"Please."

"Fine." Cthulhu grumbled waving his tentacles.  "I'm just angry that all the moving displays are vacant of snacks."

Zanticore sighed, raking fingers through his shaggy mane of cheese colored hair.  "They're called children.  This is a playground.  It's not a moving buffet."

"I'm hungry."

"Don't start that, you ate that woman at the dollar store only 15 minutes ago."

"Her lower casing was marked juicy.  She was NOT juicy!"

Zanticore smirked."Humans call them sweatpants, not casing. Albeit, pants with "juicy" prominent on the backside are not considered elegant couture.  You really should keep apprised of such matters since it pertains to your cuisine! "

"She still was not juicy."

"The dollar store is always a myriad of disappointment.  We really should have gone to K-mart."

"BOTH STORES ARE IRRELEVANT. WHY DO YOU LOVE SHOPPING AT IRRELEVANT STORES?  WHY CAN'T WE EVER GO TO HOME DEPOT? ALSO, YOU ARE DISTRACTING ME FROM WATCHING THE ZOMBIES FUCK."

Zanticore stood doing an unnecessary cape florish.  "The shouting Cthulhu!"

"You just have your panties in a knit because the boxes of potatoes au gratin would not worship you, no matter how long we shouted at them."

"20 minutes of shouting "Worship me!" and still they did not bow." Zanticore sighed.

"They will learn their lesson when you devour them tonight.  That's why I like you.  You eat your followers, like me."

Zanticore smiled.  "It's good to have a friend who gets me.  Oh, look they've begun the fellatio!"

"FINALLY!"