A Spongebob/Mr Krabs smut fanfic I wrote one time in a fit or rage at my ex.

A/N: I chose to take the Creative liberty to try to incorporate some elements of crab mating into this story, referencing migration and mating rituals from both the red rock crab and the red crabs of Christmas Island as found on Wikipedia.This was to facilitate a level of realism and also pay my respects to the diversity found in Mother Nature. Enjoy:) 

Yet again, spongebob was the first one to work. He smiled to himself, envisioning the day ahead: the smell of grease wafting through the air, squidward's incessant whining about his weekend, the white noise of customers chattering during lunchtime. This, this was home to him. His eyes lingered over the door to the main office, then he quickly pushed his gaze back to the kitchen. HIS kitchen. 

Everything was where he left it: the immaculately clean spatula hanging from a hook, the meat ready to be defrosted, and grill all shiny and ready to be lathered with oil. Tucking his work hat into place, spongebob went about his work, preparing and portioning krabby patties. A few minutes later, the front door opened, and the sound of short scuttling feet could be heard across the wooden floorboards. The hair on the back of spongebob's neck stiffened as he heard the soft murmur of 'mornin', boy.' from the dining area drifting towards the main office. Spongebob shouted a cheery 'Good morning, boss!' In response, then, quietly whispered, 'I've been waiting all weekend to see you again'

Mr krabs' office was messy as always, with the exception of his safe. Now, he began his daily routine of counting the money in his safe, letting each note and coin slip through his pincers as carefully as precious gems. He delicately sorted out the tens and fifties and twos into neat rolls, leaving the single one hundred dollar note out on the table for him to admire whilst he packed the rest into a jet black briefcase. He inhaled deeply, taking in the metallic smell of coins and old paper as he placed the hundred dollar bank note into the briefcase, then sealed it shut. Few things in life gave mr krabs more joy than counting his money. Little did he know that later that day, he'd be experiencing a whole new kind of euphoria...

The day went by uneventfully, with a few hiccups here and there, but overall a pretty normal day. With each burger he sent out, spongebob felt more and more anxious. Today wasn't just any other day for him. Today was THE day, and the fear was slowly closing in on him. He looked up out of the small window in the kitchen towards the full moon, staring at him from the sky and almost egging him on to do what he'd been waiting to do since he first got the job as a fry cook. Spongebob licked his lips absentmindedly and clenched his yellow hands into fists with anticipation. 

Finally, the dreaded last order was placed, and the time came for mr krabs to give the go ahead to get off work. Mr krabs too, was staring at the moon and feeling hot and bothered. This was nothing new to him, as he was aware that it simply was that time of the month. Time to change into something new. Squidward dashed out of work, eager to go home to his clarinet and high society CD collection, and the door to the restaurant closed with a loud 'thud'. Upon hearing this, Mr Krabs relaxed a little, thinking his employees had left the building to go on with their lives as he was left here to his own privacy. 

Mr krabs closed his eyes and let himself go, sitting back into his office chair and letting his skin peel away. Moulting felt so good in his office, where he didn't have to worry about pearl walking in on him in such a vulnerable state. Unbeknownst to him, spongebob had tiptoed to the office door and was watching through a small hole he'd made in the wall weeks earlier. The smell of Mr Krabs' unfiltered flesh filled the room and squeezed through the hole into spongebob's nostrils. Spongebob breathed in, deeply, taking in every inch of the scent with wonder and excitement. 

Slowly, he saw what he's dreamed about for weeks unfolding before his eyes: the emergence of a pair of gonopods. When Mr Krabs opened his eyes, his face still smiling with the relief of letting his skin breathe, he saw a blurry yellow figure in front of him. As his eyes focused, he realised in horror that Spongebob was staring at him with what looked like intense hunger. Mr Krabs screamed and frantically covered his gonopods, shouting 'for god's sake, boy, what are you still doing here? Can't you see I'm in the middle of some... paperwork??' Spongebob reached over Mr Krabs to the shelf where he kept his stereo system and pressed play. Softly, Careless Whisper began to play, replacing the awkward silence of that small office. Mr krabs was quivering, partly from fear, partly from the draft spongebob had let in by opening the door, and partly from something else. He couldn't place his pincer on what this feeling was, but knew that he hadn't felt it in decades. Well, not since pearl was born. 

Spongebob slowly placed a yellow hand on mr krabs' thigh, leaned in and whispered,' as employee of the month, I feel obligated to help you with whatever paperwork you have, sir.' He bent down towards the gonopods, but before he could do anything, Mr Krabs grabbed him by the back of the neck and pinned him to the wall, his sharp pincers inches from Spongebob's face, and growled 'I don't know what you're playing at, boy, but you'd best be heading home to get some rest. What do you think you're playing at, touching me like that? It's not appropriate behaviour in the workplace.' Behind the fury in mr krabs' eyes, Spongebob saw something he'd never seen before: fear... and vulnerability. He even suspected he detected traces of... desire. Emboldened, spongebob gently eased mr krabs back into the chair and got behind him, placing his hands on mr krabs' shoulders. 'Oh Sir, you've had a Long day. That's probably why you're so tense. Let me help you relax a little', Spongebob crooned, massaging mr krabs' tender skin. Mr krabs replied, 'well, I suppose you might be right. But don't go thinkin this special treatment's gonna do you any favours. You know I don't believe in giving bonuses' 

the yellow hands started to explore more surface area, growing more daring as Mr Krabs leaned back in his chair thinking nothing of this encounter other than that spongebob was simply being a concerned Friend. Never mind that he was exposed, after all, they were both just men engaging in some harmless locker room talk, right? A small voice in Mr Krabs' head was shouting at him to stop whatever was happening, that something was very wrong with this picture. But the moonlight had taken over his senses, shutting that voice out promptly in favour of spongebob's soothing caress. His body yearned for pleasure, and It felt so good to finally relax like this, so different from being trapped in a suffocating red cage and having to be tough and miserly to everyone. Here, now, he was simply a crab who was allowing himself to feel good. Feel so, so, good. 

Seeing the hypnotising effect his hands and the music were having on his object of desire, spongebob felt it safe to take the next step. He told mr krabs about a new massage oil he'd gotten downtown that was doing wonders for his headaches, and asked if mr krabs would want to try it. Mr krabs, dazed and dreamy, merely smiled and nodded obediently. Spongebob pressed his lips to the pink flesh and dragged them round and round, using his saliva as a lubricant. He looked up cautiously to gauge mr krabs' reaction and saw a contented 'o' forming on his mouth as his skin flushed with pleasure. Spongebob continued exploring the flesh and heard mr krabs' breathing go from slow and deep to fast and shallow the nearer he inched to the gonopods. 

Suddenly, a pincer slapped spongebob's hands away, and Mr Krabs had a fire in his eyes again, shouting 'spongebob, what the hell are you doing?' The passion only made spongebob want mr krabs more. Without breaking eye contact, Spongebob silently removed his clothes and walked towards a still-frozen mr krabs. He said in his lowest and smoothest voice, 'I've wanted this for a really Long time, sir. Really, I have. I watch you come into work every day with such ambition and passion. And all I am is a simple fry cook. I want to have a piece of your glory for myself. I've wanted you since I first saw you at the job interview. Hell, I took this job just so I could be closer to you. Day after day I tried to stop myself. Told myself the way I felt was wrong. I should be with another sponge, not a scavenger crab.' At this, mr krabs flinched at the insult, hurt by being called out on his true ancestral nature. 'But,' spongebob continued, lifting mr krabs' eyes to his by the chin, ' I can't help the way I feel. And I know I'm not much, but I promise I can make you feel good. And I'm yours, only yours, if you'll have me. It'll be our little secret. No one else will know.' 

Mr krabs took in the sight in front of him: Spongebob's lemony nubile body bared for his pleasure. Against all his inhibitions, Mr Krabs wordlessly stepped towards the door. Spongebob's face fell, convinced that weeks of watching and waiting (and lusting) had come to naught. His gaze fell on the wooden floorboards, when suddenly, he heard the click of the door being locked. Spongebob spun round and couldn't believe his eyes. There Mr Krabs was standing in all his fleshy nakedness, holding a leash, which he fastened around spongebob's neck. Then, he simply sat back down on the chair and beckoned to spongebob, uttering only two words, 'please me.' 

What happened next was a blur to both of them. Spongebob got on all fours, at mr krabs' instruction, and knelt by the chair moving his mouth closer to Mr Krabs' Crown Jewels. When his lips made contact, Mr Krabs let out a hissing noise in pain and breathlessly pleaded,' gently, gently'. Heeding his master's advice, Spongebob made his movements softer and slower, as mr krabs fell silent, taking the sensation in. Spongebob licked and sucked like he'd never done before and enjoyed having triumphed over his hulking boss. The breathing of both men got steadily faster and faster, as Spongebob grew bolder, taking a whole gonopod into his mouth and savouring every inch of it. Mr krabs threw his head backwards and involuntarily tugged on the leash, forcing the yellow mouth deeper over his throbbing member. Spongebob made a choking sound as something hit the back of his throat and looked up at Mr Krabs. Seeing his pleasure gave Spongebob pleasure. 

Just as Mr Krabs was about to scream, Spongebob stopped abruptly. He smiled wryly, whispering, 'if you want me, you'll have to catch me'. Blinded by desire, Mr Krabs chased Spongebob around the cramped office until he finally caught him between his legs and pinned him down. Mr Krabs, blinded by desire and rage, swiped a hand across his messy desk sending staplers and files to be strewn across the floor. He then pushed Spongebob down on the table and climbed on top of him. All this was very thrilling for Spongebob, who loved every second of his boss' passion, and felt something hard pressing against his thigh. He looked down to remove what he thought was a stray office appliance, until he saw it: full sized and covered in juice. This was no office appliance. This was Mr Krabs at his finest. The red rod was hard as a rock and throbbing profusely, aching for something. 

For the first time, Spongebob was scared. Had he known Mr Krabs was this big, he might not have started all this in the first place. Still, he wanted Mr Krabs inside him, even if it hurt. He slowly guided Mr Krabs to his biggest hole, looking him directly in the eye and not saying anything. Mr Krabs tentatively murmured, ' are you sure? I don't want to.. you know.. cause you pain'. Spongebob merely nodded and pushed himself closer to Mr Krabs. Slowly, and not without some pain, Mr Krabs eased himself into the hole entirely. Spongebob felt pleasure like he'd never known it before. It was as if Mr Krabs was filling up a hole in his soul he never knew he had. He felt complete and content as Mr Krabs pulled in and out faster and faster. Mr Krabs stroked the ridges of Spongebob's many other holes, causing Spongebob's eyes to roll into the back of his head. This thrill, this exhilarating experience was all he had dreamed about and more. Feeling the rhythm, Mr Krabs wrapped his body around Spongebob to immobilize him and switched to a smaller hole and eased in effortlessly-being coated with so much lube from his arousal. Spongebob was the first to scream when this happened, clenching his abdomen tight and wrapping his legs around Mr Krabs' hips, pushing still more inside himself. They moved together, twisting and turning, falling and tumbling around the office until finally, together, they climaxed. Mr Krabs buried his face in Spongebob's neck as he exploded into him, the white cream filling Spongebob and leaking out yet another one of his numerous holes. They collapsed onto each other until their breathing had returned to normal. Wordlessly, Mr Krabs rolled off Spongebob and cleaned himself up, as Spongebob got dressed. He felt slightly ashamed at himself, and was about to apologize when spongebob placed a chaste kiss on his cheek and smiled, saying 'thank you for that, sir'. Mr Krabs was flabbergasted. 'you mean, you don't hate me for hurting you?' He inquired with wonderment. Spongebob gathered his things and with one foot out the door, smiled and winked at Mr Krabs saying, 'I'll come for you again next full moon. Till then, at least I can picture you without your hard outer shell for my own pleasure. See ya tomorrow, Boss' 

'See you tomorrow, boy' Mr Krabs replied to spongebob's shadow.