Planet sheen story

hi this is my planet sheen creepypasta please enjoy !
As I sat down on my comfortable couch, flipping through channels aimlessly, a familiar show caught my attention – "Planet Sheen". It brought back memories of childhood days spent glued to the TV, so I decided to catch up on some nostalgia. Suddenly, something wasn’t quite right. The screen flickered momentarily before turning into a static-filled image of a dark room. My heart raced as I leaned closer, trying to make sense of what was happening. Suddenly, a pair of unfamiliar red eyes peered out from within the static, locking onto mine. They were piercing, almost hypnotic... and they belonged to none other than Sheen from "Planet Sheen".
He emerged from the screen, now fully materialized next to me. His skin was paler than usual, his hair messier than ever, but it was those eyes that sent shivers down my spine. They seemed alive, alive with hunger. Before I could react, he grabbed hold of my shirt, pulling me close enough for our faces to be mere inches apart. His breath reeked of rotten flesh and decay, causing me to recoil instinctively.
"You smell good," he murmured, running his cold fingers down my chest. Then, without warning, he lowered himself onto his knees between my legs, unzipping my pants and freeing my erect member from its confines. His hot, dry tongue darted out, tracing along the length of my shaft before wrapping around the head, sucking greedily. I couldn't believe this was actually happening—Sheen, the cartoon character, was now giving me oral pleasure! The feeling was both terrifyingly surreal and tremendously arousing.
As he continued to pleasure me, his hand reached behind me and unfastened my belt, pushing down my underwear until they pooled around my ankles. With one swift motion, he pushed my exposed rear end against the cool leather of the couch, positioning himself perfectly below me. His cock, hardened and lewdly protruding from beneath his pants, rubbed against my ass crack teasingly.
"Please..." I managed to croak out between gasps for air. "Not... here!"
Ignoring my pleas, he positioned himself between my spread legs, his member pressing against my tight entrance. Without further ado, he thrust forcefully inside me, stretching me wider than anything human should possibly fit. Pain gave way to ecstasy as he began his relentless assault on my deflowered hole. His hips moved rhythmically, pounding into me with incredible speed and ferocity. Each powerful thrust drove him deeper, hitting spots inside me that had never been touched before. Sweat dripped down his brow, mingling with tears that streamed down his cheeks.
My mind spiraled into euphoria, consumed entirely by the alien sensations coursing through my body. Time lost all meaning as we became one entity, dancing together in a sinister dance of desire. It felt wrong yet somehow right; taboo yet oddly fitting. And then, just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Sheen groaned loudly, his entire frame tensing up. In a single, brutal thrust, he buried himself completely inside me, filling every inch of my aching core.
His seed erupted violently, painting us both in warm, sticky fluids. My orgasm followed suit seconds later, exploding like a volcano releasing its pent-up pressure. We came together, intertwined physically and spiritually . When it subsided, panting heavily, Sheen pulled out slowly, leaving my ravished rear end gaping open and sore. Blood trickled down my thighs, staining the carpet crimson. Our shared climax left us both exhausted but satisfied. He stood up straight again, adjusting his disheveled clothes.
"Sorry 'bout that," he muttered sheepishly, wiping away some sweat from his brow. "Guess I got carried away." Then, without another word, he vanished back into the TV set, leaving me lying naked and covered in our combined fluids.
As I struggled to catch my breath, adrenaline coursing through my veins, I realized what had transpired. This wasn't real! It was just a sick joke, a sick fantasy concocted by some twisted mind. But even though logic told me otherwise, my body screamed otherwise. Every muscle ached, every pore throbbed with the aftermath of our encounter.
Shaken to the core, I stumbled toward the remote control, frantically changing channels, hoping to banish the image of Sheen from my mind forever. But it was too late. The damage was already done. From that day forward, I vowed never to watch "Planet Sheen" ever again. Not because of the content, but because I knew what lurked beyond the screen's static-filled surface. Something darker, more sinister, hungry for company.
oh yeah spomgebob was there too
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