“It attracts mates and food,” she says. “It is at its strongest when mating.”
Franklin’s mind becomes more drugged than the first time he met Jujy. He forgets that she is a monster. She just looks like an ordinary girl to him now, who is wearing some kind of clownish Halloween costume. He actually becomes attracted to her. It reminds him of the time he was in college and slept with an overweight girl when he was drunk. In his intoxicated state, he saw an incredibly attractive girl hiding under all the pounds of fat. He wanted to have sex with that hidden girl. As he examines Jujy in his drunken state, he sees an incredibly attractive woman hiding under a Halloween costume made of candy. He wants to have sex with that hidden woman.
Tired of waiting, Jujy guides his face between her legs. When he presses his tongue against her candy shell, Jujy shivers. Franklin licks her lollipop panties up and down. He realizes that they aren’t just strawberry flavored, they are strawberry-kiwi flavored. He also realizes that her strawberry pheromones are highly concentrated in the candy he is licking.
As he licks, Franklin can feel the candy woman’s pink eyes glaring down at him. He can feel her mouth widening, exposing her pointed teeth as she salivates. The more candy Franklin licks away, the heavier Jujy’s breaths become. She shivers more intensely, out of nervousness and anticipation. Franklin can tell she is nervous because she is scratching lines into his sour apple coating in the way that she does whenever she’s tense.
Before all of the candy is licked away, Franklin can tell that she doesn’t have a normal human vagina. The skin beneath the candy is as white as paper. Her vaginal lips are puffy and hairless. The texture is soft but strong, like a mixture of marshmallow, powdered sugar, and human flesh. As the candy is licked away, Franklin finds himself giving the woman oral sex. His tongue weaves through the marshmallow folds, as she curls her claws into the back of his neck. The fluids inside are thick like strawberry jelly.
“Do you like my taste?” she asks.
Franklin nods his head between her legs.
Jujy wraps her palm around Franklin’s exposed brain and pulls him away from her vagina up to her mouth. She sucks his tongue between her plump gummy cherry-flavored lips. Then she pulls him by the chain, tugging him by the collar to force him down onto the bed. As his penis enters her marshmallow vagina, Franklin marvels at how soft and fluffy it feels inside of her.
They have sex several times a day for the next few days. Jujy still has him lick her crotch before they have sex, even though her vagina lacks the candy shielding.
“I don’t care that the candy is already gone,” she tells Franklin. “You have to lick it anyway.”
Franklin doesn’t keep his eyes open when she fucks him. He can’t handle the sight of her face peering down at him with her wide open mouth. The weight of her hard candy body slamming against him has created bruises underneath his tangy apple skin. It is becoming more and more painful for him to have sex. Besides the bruises, the wounds under his candy shell are becoming more and more infected. The itching has now become burning. The infected areas are swelling so much that his candy coating is beginning to crack.
All they do now is eat and screw. When Jujy is out on a hunt, Franklin tries to get some sleep. The worst part of Franklin’s day is after they make love and Jujy forces him to cuddle with her. She wraps her body around him. His face pressed hard against her candy surface, which is sticky from all the sweating. This is the time when Franklin is able to speak to her, though. It is the time she feels closest to him, so it is the best time for him to gain her trust.
“I’d like to be able to leave the house,” Franklin tells her, her blue arm wrapped around his neck like she has him in a headlock.
“You are chained to the bed,” she says. “You can’t go anywhere.”
“I want to see more than just your home,” he says. “It is hard for a human to spend time in one room.”
“Being trapped in a home is the life of a submissive,” she says.
“I would like to know more about your people and your people’s culture. If I am to stay here for the rest of my life I will have to fit in.”
Jujy tightens her grip around his neck. “You do not have to fit in. You just have to stay here in my house.”
“I really want to see more of your world,” Franklin says.
“No,” Jujy says, squeezing not only his neck tighter with her arm, but squeezing her legs tightly around his torso. “I am the dominant. You have to be obedient to me and do what I say. Do not speak to me now.”
“But I just think . . .”
“Don’t speak,” she says. “Just do what I say.”
Franklin opens his mouth to speak, but decides to remain silent. If he presses the matter any further he will get on her bad side. He just lies there on the bed and listens to her breathe. After a few moments, she loosens her grip and then curls her face into the crook of his neck. Her cotton candy hair tickles his nose and lips as she falls into a deep sleep.
Franklin awakes one morning because of a tickling sensation crawling up his neck and the side of his face. He was woken up several times in his sleep because of a tickling sensation on his face, which Franklin assumed in his half-consciousness was just Jujy’s cotton candy hair brushing against him during the night. But Jujy has her back to him.
Franklin wipes his face and looks down at his fingers to find six ants curled in balls on his hand. He looks around the room and spots a thick trail of black ants that flows across the floor, up the side of the bed, and under the covers.
He pulls the blanket away to discover that his chest is swarming with ants. There are dozens of them crawling all over his torso. Many of them are dead, glued to the wet sticky parts of his candy coating. Then Franklin feels the itchiness. It is more intense and irritating than ever before. He notices the trail of ants leads into the cracked area of his candy skin. He feels them crawling underneath the shell, between the candy and his skinless muscle tissue. He can see them through the green candy like it is an ant farm behind stained glass. The ants are chewing pathways through the scabby sugar cavern as if they are trying to create a new home.
Jujy wakes to Franklin screaming and frantically wiping ants from his body. His hands hover over his candy skin urging him to rip away the candy to get to the ants, but he holds back the temptation.
“They’re inside of me!” he cries.
It takes Jujy a while to realize what is happening to Franklin.
“That’s unusual,” Jujy says. “It’s ant season already?”
“How do I get them out?” Franklin runs out of the bed and trips over his chain. When he hits the floor, the crack in his hard coating breaks open wider. It rips a gash into his flesh and a pool of blood fills the cavity beneath his candy skin and oozes out of the crack.
Jujy gets out of bed and helps Franklin to his feet.
“I’ll clean them off,” she says.
Jujy pulls a harness out from under the bed and then straps it to her waist. Then she unhooks his chain from her bed and attaches the end of it to the harness. The process takes some time and Jujy moves very slowly.
“What are you doing?” he cries, tugging on the chain and wiping the ants. “Hurry! Get them out of me!”
She pulls back on his chain. “You can’t shower unless I do this.”
“Forget about the chain!” Franklin cries.
“This is the only way I can unchain you from the bedpost and keep you as my mate,” she says.
“Just hurry!” Franklin says.
As she takes him into the kitchen, Franklin grabs the doggy dish of water from the floor and pours it over his body.