A Part of Your Complete Breakfast

 

Frankenberry ran from his bandana-clad assailant, as quickly as odd, 

misshapen legs could carry him.  He lost sight of his hunter, and 

decides to rest a moment.  In a heartbeat, Frankenberry is knocked 

to the ground.  Orange arms with black stripes pin Frankenberry’s

arms to the ground.  Tony’s ‘roid rage is back, he’s high on crank, 

he’s craving head, and he’s retard strong.

 

A teardrop forms in Frank’s metal surrounded eye as he resigns 

himself.  Frankenberry knows he can not fight off Tony the Tiger, 

especially a Tony the Tiger who is high on low grade methamphetamines

and extraordinarily horny.  Frankenberry’s mouth was instantly filled 

with furry, spiny tiger cock.  The spines on Tony’s cock at first 

tickled the pink one’s tongue.  Tony’s eyes narrow as he uses the 

whistle and pressure gauge on the side of his mouthgina’s head as 

handlebars, shoving the feline cock further and further.

 

Slight tears form on Frank’s cheeks as Frank licks up and down the 

shaft of Tony’s 9 inch long furry mace.  The coppery taste of blood 

fills Frankenberry’s mouth.  The pain, the exquisite pain is almost 

too much for the poor reanimated human to take.  Tony growls and 

screams “SUCK IT, PINK MAN!!!!” as he forces the cock down 

Frankenberry’s throat.  The sooner Tony cums, the sooner this will 

all be over. Frank starts to massage Tony’s tiny, steroid shriveled 

testicles.  Tony’s toes begin to curl; his flesh club starts to throb 

inside of Frankenberry’s mouth.  A tear rolls down Frankenberry’s cheek, 

knowing it will soon all be over.  Soon, Frankenberry will receive a part 

of his balanced breakfast.