i'm sorry for what you're about to read
warning: really bizarre nsfw
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Fluffy clouds drifted on their celestial canvas, white smears of peace aimlessy floating above the heads of mexican citizens. The serenity of the buildings being softly kissed by golden rays of sunshine perfectly engaged to the quietness of the small town, cut by a figure obnoxiously dancing to Anaconda as if no body would so much peer at the explicit dancing of one in offending garments.
Not that she cared for those who wanted the view of her motherly hips, that in her mind, the jealousy of others was so big she could smell it radiating off their bodies. A man, skinny and someone who looked like would turn to dust on her weight, tapped her shoulder most rudely, Littlepaw slowly turning over and forcing a sweet smile that almost seemed real. Almost. "If you want me to lower the sound, you can go choke on a dick. This is a free domain."
With a sway of her curls, she bounced away from the now stunned man with satisfaction brewing in her breast. No human would ever so dare to stop meeting up with her blind dates.
Her family's insisted on finding herself a partner for a while and, while Littlepaw was first repulsed by the so mere idea of complete and potentially ugly strangers touching their greasy fingertips from the waist down, they'd caught her interest with her favourite location - McDonalds. Honestly, maybe it was some kind of big, fucked up game. If things went down the toilet, Littlepaw could simply poison their burgers while taking long strides towards the door before they collapsed, victoriously eating a big mac on the way. No problem.
The walk after that was fairly boring as she had no longer any hits who'd do their fulfilling job in keeping her distracted. It was shit, yes, the only good side was that now she'd watch over her step and not almost trip on a dead, obese body while she walked downstreet, ones suspiciously having McDonalds logos carved bloody down the palms of their hands. Just another day in Mexico.
McDonalds was so beautiful once she reached there, the smiling clown holding an oreo McFlurry nearly making her slick between her legs. She remembered how beautiful it was when the marvelous food was bathed in golden sunlight, now hidden by the pavement of Donald Trump's wall. "Fucking americans," said Littlepaw, unaware of the fact that today she'd eat like one.
Littlepaw walked in the store, different and nauseating scents of used oils mixing in the place. She'd expected to see the suffocating store busy, but nobody was on sight. Everything got even weirder when black blinds fell down, shutting away any source of light, and holy shit the image came to life, Ronald holding her two favorite snacks in each hand, and what she focused the most aside from the food was the elevation between his legs.
Ronald McDonald's eyes glowed red as he prowled forward like a cougar, the meal and dessert saying from his hands. "Blind date. You should know with who you get enthralled with, my customer." His voice was low, a sultry purr, as he placed his hands on her shoulders. Littlepaw rubbed her legs, all her instincts telling her to flee. Instead, she was glued, trapped like a mouse. Her lips felt dry, mouth full of cotton. His eyes glowed and a scent of fries and arousal radiated from his body as he took the big mac to her lips. "Open up, pussycat."
After being force fed the burger, they moved on to the second, she licked her lips subconsciously, tasting the spoon of white ice cream that tasted suspiciously nutty. He took that opportunity to shove the contents inside her mouth, some dribbling down her chin, down onto the floor, onto his bulge. Ronald shook his head, grinning all too sympathetically for her taste and tapping her cheek twice. By an unknown force, she was dropped to her knees and nothing came out as she tried to shriek from the impact and throw the sassiest remark in her pocket. Yet her tongue was tied.
"If you want to run your mouth, clean this up." She was lurched forward, her teeth knocking against his hard on and she had nothing to do but helplessy suck off the stains. Ronald McDonalds dick tasted like some kind of weird taco and had remains of fries stuck to it, so she licked them off, moaning. "Atta thot."
She froze further when she felt her pants being lowered, revealing she had no panties. He lowered his own and showed his cock. Not the biggest, yet a decent size, intriguing her that it had vanilla ice cream for precum. When she took him in, sucking the Oreo McFlurry, he groaned, fisting her hair and thrusting before she was flipped on her back. She yelled to the ceiling as he mercilessy pounded her, then when he murmured a soft 'praise allah', seed exploded inside her, cold like ice cream. She somehow bent human anatomy to lick it off and Ronald McDonald patted her head before vanishing without a trace. Littlepaw curled up, wondering what just happened.
The next day...
"HOLY SHIT LITTLEPAW YOU'RE PREGNANT." Her mom screamed, holding seeds of begonia flowers. It woke her up, and she found she was locked inside a hospice written... "no thots". So, it was all in her head?
All doubts were cleansed as she saw his frame, standing over her cell like a ghost.
"Hello, Littlepaw."
the end
