Terrible Tejo was quite depressed as he had not witnessed the untimely death of anyone in three whole days.
"Fucking 'ell! I'm bored, I tell you. So bored!"
Terrible Tejo's English had grown considerably better since he himself had died. Now a ghost, he had decided to haunt the individual who had murdered him; an individual by the moniker of Cowboy Cupid. Unfortunately for all parties involved, Cowboy Cupid had not only torn out Terrible Tejo's throat when he began eating him, but had consumed his victim's brain as well.
Did we mention that Cowboy Cupid was a zombie? No? Oh, well he is. One with a particular fetish...
"Jaysis, will you shut the fuck up? I haven't stuck my dick in anything new and interesting in over a week. Same 'ol shit over and over again. Humans and animals, plant life and random house hold items. Tejo, I think I'm losing the will to live."
Terrible Tejo looked over at Cowboy Cupid and rolled his eyes. The zombie was currently sitting at a dinner table at a remote ranch, the family all fully butchered and their remains scattered about the room. What Cowboy Cupid hadn't eaten, he had crammed his cock into. At the moment, the remnants of the wife's head sat open mouthed and face down in the zombie's lap. Terrible Tejo could see all the flies buzzing in the noon day sun streaming in and was suddenly glad he was dead and couldn't smell the room.
"I wanna kill something," said Terrible Tejo.
I wanna fuck something," replied Cowboy Cupid.
Terrible Tejo sighed. "You always wanna fuck something."
"So? You always wanna kill something!"
One must take in the whole of Terrible Tejo to understand this. He had been afflicted with a diminutive stature, one that had haunted his existence since his early youth in Mexico. At one time, he was known as "Tiny Tejo," but that was before he had beat his elderly neighbor to death with a rock. Oh, and then pissed upon him. He was eight years old at that point. Anyhow, although those in the near vicinity came to quickly know better than to tease Terrible Tejo about his size, many others would come to realize quickly what would occur if said teasing ensued. Terrible Tejo eventually learned that not only did he enjoy killing but he was quite good at it. While some would initially doubt the skills of the miniature Mexican, they would shortly come to respect his ability to maim, mutilate and murder.
Of course, his dainty dimensions were of no issue to Cowboy Cupid who had just been turned into his UnDead state and was starving. Never before facing a creature like Cowboy Cupid, Terrible Tejo hadn't managed to get in a head shot before becoming dinner. While Tejo had initially returned as a vengeful spirit, the two had forged a functioning if only sometimes civil partnership.
One based on the currently lacking plethora of sex and death.
As much as Cowboy Cupid's activities could on occasion annoy Terrible Tejo, he knew that without the zombie, he would either be forced to descend to Hell or worse - roam endlessly in boredom. He was simply going to have to encourage the pervert.
"Hey," started Tejo, "Have yeh ever skull fucked anybody?"
"Nah, the orbital socket isn't quite big enough," moaned the zombie. "Oh, how I would love to though!"
"Hmmm, I know this guy..."
"Huh?"
"Well, they call him The Cyclops Kid. The fucker's only got one eye, right in the center of his head. One BIG eye, if yeh get my drift..."
Cowboy Cupid's dead, yellow eyes got huge with lust.
"Yeah, let's mosey on down to that town Hopewell."
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Terrible Tejo surveyed the scene with a smile.
"Yeah, that's right... TAKE IT! Dirty - dirty, TAKE IT, TAKE IT!" howled Cowboy Cupid.
The barkeep, in the process of dying, could see Terrible Tejo. Tejo got down on his haunches by the man and whispered a series of despicable little nothings in his ear. The barkeep promptly sized, sputtered blood and died. Terrible Tejo chuckled.
"Yeah... gonna learn you, gonna learn you to LOVE IT!" bellowed Cowboy Cupid from behind him.
Terrible Tejo turned to watched the zombie thrust again into the battered head of The Cyclops Kid, the thick ocular fluid oozing out around the erect, rotting member. The gray flesh of the UnDead manhood disappeared into the head, deep into the brain matter that enveloped it like a warm and meaty sponge. The Cyclops Kid, who Cowboy Cupid had pinned against the wall alive, had stopped convulsing minutes ago. Neither ghost or zombie had noticed. Finally Cowboy Cupid shuddered and pulled out, a stream of thick greenish pus spurting all over the dark wood paneling.
"I take it that went well?" asked Terrible Tejo.
"Like sunshine and rainbows," grinned the zombie.
"So yeh'r whiney ass is better now?"
"Actually," replied Cowboy Cupid, "Seems we just missed a carnival. A travelin' show. I reckon a thing like that is gonna have a Freak Act. Think about that a second - A Freak Act."
Terrible Tejo thought about it and smiled.
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