69 Tootsiepop Kingdoms (Mr Owl x Plunger!Reader)

My Last Day

"You're probably wondering how I got here."

Harvey I-Rape-and-Nut-In-Plantstein nudged my plastic shaft,

"What's wrong, (y/n)?"

I let out a sigh and turned away. He began to stroke my shaft, and I tried to escape his grasp. His breath was hot against my plastic exterior.

"Stay still, baby." I squirmed, and he began to take himself apart. I cringed and shut my eyes to brace myself. I've seen him do this to the rest of our family. Oprah and Ellen warned of his bad breath and tiny peen. Meryl Streep began to give us the side eye from her own package of plungers. She kept quiet and watched.

A loud booming voice resonates within the small store.

"StOp tHaT; THIS IS thE DOLLar StoRE nOT THE SouP PlantatION!" The loud voice startled Harvey I-Rape-and-Nut-In-Plantstein. I was relieved that his sweaty hands released my length. That, that was close. Right there and then I could've been salvaged. My mama told me I wasn't no man's junkyard hoe. Only a man I truly love should fiddle my pipes and buttons. The man was dressed in a bright yellow poncho and hat that seaman wear. I was reminded of my trek here from China. The rocking boat, the sickly smell of salt, and the whimpers of my younger brother when Kevin Spacey visited our package.

I was interrupted out of my thoughts when the man tried to pick us up. Us electric plungers come in packages of 7, and he underestimated the weight of us combined. I couldn't help but feel self-conscious about my body rolls. Steve Job's plunger's ghost whispered compliments in my ear, and I almost forgot the fact that my family and I had been dropped and abandoned in Aisle 7.

"ThoSE FuCKers wEre ToO biG fOR mY AssHoLES anYwaY!" He spoke as he left to what I assume was the candy aisle. I could tell based on the progressively louder and louder moans exhibited from that aisle. I sighed, and Harvey continued.

I shuddered as he re-began his torture. The loud flap of wings interrupted him this time. The sound of the flapping wings drew closer. I caught sight of the bird.

"Oi, my name is Mr. Owl." He had his signature cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth, which made his voice muffle a bit.

"Th-Thank you, mister." I blushed a deep crimson and averted my eyes to the dirty marble floors.

"Darlin', no worries," he inhaled deeply, "smells like...mmm...cum. Brings me back to my Hollywood days."

My heart pounded; my loins burned and ached for him. My mama told me that's what she felt when she saw my father, Jared from Subway. I smiled as I reminisced on those days.

His strong wings picked us up and brought the bundle of us to the cashier. He set us down, and I watched him admiring. He winked at the woman ringing him up and I felt like my heart was going to fall out of my ass. hOW COU LD HE? I watched his feathered wings quickly handing the woman a crisp $100 bill. Once the woman grabbed the cash, we flew out of there and into his car.

Unwrapping the plastic around us, everyone groaned as we were released. He yote the others into the back seat and caressed me in his wings. With the peck of his beak, he planted an almost microscopic kiss on my handle and set me down to sit in the passenger seat. I was gathering an idea as he began driving. I placed my sucker on his thigh, and I turned myself on. Clearly enjoying this, he placed a hand on the sucker and pushed down to fit his entire cock inside. I gagged, but I persevered. His hot goliath cock moved in and out of my flange, and his feathered hands moved along my shaft. Ecstasy.

He muttered some slurs under his breath, and I moaned around his length. My father, when he would place a goodnight kiss on my nipples, would mutter, "damn, I just want to stick my foot long in your tight cunt" before clearing his throat and leaving.

"Fuck, suck harder." He did a little reach around and felt up my buttons. With my face flush against his meaty thighs, I sucked harder.

"B-b-babe, Imma nut if you don't stop." I gasped for breath as I jerked my head back.

"Not just yet, Master." I climbed upon his lap, and his eyes widened. I lifted my sucker and placed them on his beak. Sucking violently, I managed to get some feathers. Swallowing them was the easy part. His eyes were transfixed on my movements that I would feel the car swerving crazily. He took his hands off the steering wheel and took two handfuls of my ass. Slapping my cheeks, I squeaked.

Hearing the sound of my ass slapping down on his ball sack, I moaned louder. I bounced on his length until my thighs felt burning sensations. I looked around and noticed that his balls were coated in my blood. I took my fingers and squeezed his balls with all my might.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He thrusted and released his sticky bird fluids. My sucker went limp and so did he.