I threw a bell and darted out from the Pong game towards the three skeeball games lined up together. Unfortunately, I didn’t realize Frankie was in direct sight of them. He ran at me. I screamed and leapt on the skeeball ramp, clawing my way towards the top of the machine. My plan was to crawl up there and then…well I’d figure that out when I got there.
A furred hand grabbed my shorts at the waist and tugged me back down on the ramp. I landed belly down with an oomph.
“Stop running,” Frankie growled.
“I’m not going to make it easy!” I raged back at him.Don’t run?Oh yeah, sure, why don’t I just stand there and wait for him to kill me! I clawed at the green, fuzzy fabric of the ramp and Frankie wrapped his enormous hands around my waist and held me down tightly, squeezing just enough that I had little hope of getting free. I donkey-kicked behind me and wailed as I made contact with metal.
“Stop that!” Frankie insisted and then he was on top of me, his body pressing against my legs to keep me from thrashing.
“Ramona,” I heard him say over top of me, his hands moving from squeezing my waist to tracing down the curve of my hips. It was anyone’s guess how he planned to murder me by feeling me up.
“You don’t want to do this!” I blurted.
“I really do,” he rasped. He lifted off me the barest amount. I took the opening, rolling out from him and onto the neighbor skeeball ramp. I kept rolling until I hit the floor and then ran through the maze of games.
I dove behind a Pac-Man game and listened. I heard Frankie stomping around and decided to take my chances.
I crawled on my hands and knees across the black and abstract neon carpet towards the ball pit with the last jingle bell in my mouth. Once I got to the ball pit I spit it out in my hand and gave it a big toss before slowly, and with as much delicateness as I could manage, submerged myself in the ball pit.
Rainbow plastic balls buried me. It was the only thing I could see minus the tiny cracks that showed the net ceiling above me. Then I waited, motionless and breathing as quietly as I could. Which was harder than I anticipated. My body wanted to adjust as the balls dug into my back, my lungs told me I needed to breathe heavier, burning inside my chest to get the oxygen they needed.
I heard him walk up to the ball pit and just stand there. I closed my eyes and held my breath, praying to Mary in case she wanted to listen. Frankie didn’t move at all. No swaying, no blinking, nothing. Like a machine without power.
“I see you,” that machine said, a moment before he tipped forward and fell into the pit with me. I screamed and thrashed, trying to find the bottom of the pit so I could kick off of it to get away.
There was no getting away though. I felt his hands grab my ankles and hold me. He didn’t move an inch as I attempted to free my legs.
I kicked him with my one free leg but all I accomplished was hurting myself. I wailed as my ankle rang with pain. He quickly grabbed my leg and held it back down.
“Stop hurting yourself. I’m not trying to kill you,” he said. I heard the words but I’d been running for my life for who knew how long. One minute running for your life might as well be a whole day. I was exhausted, jittery, wild-eyed, throat hoarse.
“Prove it,” I hissed.
“How about pleasure instead of pain?” He smiled, looking between my legs. I swallowed thickly and nodded, telling myself this was the only test possible when there were likely a million other ways. But I didn’t care about those other ways. I cared about this one.
“God, these fucking rainbow shorts,” he rasped and then one clawed hand tore into the clothing, shredding them down to the skin.
I felt his tongue dip between my thighs and I shivered, all the fight leaving me. Suddenly the exhaustion weighed me down, the adrenaline leaking out of my body as I felt Frankie’s snout press against my body. His tongue pushed into me, making my back curve up, my soul trying to escape my body. I inhaled all the air in the room as his massive tongue breached my entrance,diving in as he hummed in pleasure. It was better than the brief imaginations before. My thighs shook and I wasn’t even coming.
This was so wrong but I deserved a little treat after the shift from Hell.
He licked into me then pulled back a little.
“Don’t you dare stop,” I rasped, grabbing his coyote ears and thrusting myself up toward his mouth.
“Good girl, Ramona,” he growled before his tongue pushed in again and again, licking into me, fucking me with his tongue. He lapped at the damn thing, long strokes over everything between my legs until I was squirming and panting, rubbing the little metal pieces hidden behind the soft fur covering his ears.
The large purple eyes, half-lidded with metallic lids were creepy, I had to admit. It had me half wanting to wriggle away but his tongue kept fucking me like nothing I’d ever felt. The pleasure and simmering fear that hadn’t quite left made my toes curl in near ecstasy as an orgasm crept up.
“Frankie,” I rasped, rainbow balls all around me, my face half buried in them as he hummed in pleasure, licking me in ways I’d never once been licked. His tongue thrust inside me hard then he pulled it back to roll it over my clit again and again.
Was he covered in blood? Yes. Although to be honest that was probably not the most important detail to me at the moment. That would be that he was an ex-children’s show host. That was weird. Oh yeah, and that he was a possessed animatronic.
He licked like he knew how to fuck though and I nearly gave myself a Charlie horse straining as he gripped my legs and pushed his tongue in again. I could feel the press of sharp metallic teeth denting my body as he buried his face between my legs, moving his tongue faster, rubbing it over my clit back and forth before pushing it deep inside me.
I came and I came loudly. Frankie made me a screamer. My body tensed in a rainbow ball pit as pleasure exploded across my body all the way down to my very marrow. Melting was the perfect description, all that tense build-up turning into gooey, warm ecstasy as he concentrated on my clit before pressing his tongue inside me again. He was being selfish now that I’d come, exploring how deep he could get with his mouth, how hard he could lick, how wide he could spread me.
Once I was a full puddle, staring dazed at the netting above me Frankie finally pulled back.
