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ronald mcdonald was stressed.
business was bad. all his competitors had more customers than him. no one even went to eat at mcdonald’s anymore. the worst part is, people seemed to be flocking to wendy’s.
ah, wendy’s. his worst rival. she was so arrogant, and frustrating, and pretty- pretty? where did that come from?
nevermind. ronald was gonna bounce back any day now. he ran a hand through his red hair and sighed. what was something he could do to get people to come back to him? who could resist the golden arches of mcdonalds?
suddenly, an idea struck him. he would go and intimidate wendy into shutting down! it was the perfect plan. he would be able to bring back people to his place if wendy’s wasn’t there anymore!
he put on his massive clown shoes and got inside his car. he honked twice, for good luck, and started heading to wendy’s.
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“ronald! it’s been so long, how have you been?” wendy said in a sickly sweet voice as ronald walked through the door. he groaned internally. wendy, with her perfect two pigtails and glowy skin kept smiling at him.
“listen wendy, can we talk?” ronald said.
“we’re talking right now silly!” wendy giggled and tapped his nose. “but if you meant somewhere private, follow me!”
wendy walked through a door behind the counter and ronald followed. she led him down a corridor and opened the door at the end of it.
“this is my apartment! i guess it is kind of weird when you live at your restaurant, but it saves money!”
ronald looked around. there was a couch with a table in the front, and a bed in the corner.
“take a seat!” wendy pushed ronald on the couch and crouched in front of him. “so, what do you want?”
ronald’s heart started beating exceptionally fast. he had never been this close to wendy before. he could smell her perfume, which was like hot, crispy, just made fries.
he turned his head to the side and muttered “i kinda sorta want you to shut down your stores so that i can get my business back up and running.”
but, wendy only heard the first part. she grabbed hold of his jaw and made him look at her. “you… want me?”
ronald could barely make a coherent sentence. “i mean, yes, but like, like i need you to-”
“what do you need me to do, ronnie?” wendy whispered leaning closer to him.
ronald’s brain stopped working at that moment. all he could think of was how good wendy would make him feel. all thoughts about intimidating wendy to shut down her business flew out of his head. he blurted out “i need you inside of me.”
wendy dragged up ronald by his shirt collar and dragged him to the bed.
“wow ronnie-boo, how long have you wanted this?” wendy asked as she pushed ronald onto the bed face-down and ripped off his shirt.
“i- a while wendy, just please make me feel good, use me any way you want, i’ll do anything just make me feel good wendy please…”
wendy let out a dark chuckle and pulled off his pants. “alright then. but you have to be good.”
ronald could hear the click of a bottle opening and felt wendy crawl behind him. she hoisted his ass up and spread his cheeks apart. he shivered at the feeling of cold air drifting over him.
wendy shoved a first finger in harshly and moved it around. “mm. ronnie, you’re so tight around me. can’t believe you didn’t ask for this sooner. but i know you ronald. i know you’ve always secretly wanted me. and now you have me. isn’t this fucking wonderful?”
ronald moaned as wendy worked two fingers inside of him. his white and red face paint got smeared with sweat, turning him into a warped version of himself. he gripped the bedsheets and ground his hips into the mattress, but then felt a sharp pain on his scalp.
“didn’t i ask you to be good ronnie-boo?” wendy said, cruelly, as she gripped his hair even tighter.
ronald knew that he shouldn’t be enjoying this, that he shouldn’t enjoy being used like a toy, that he shouldn’t enjoy the way wendy stretches him out just right
. but he wanted, no he needed to be fucked like this.
“ah- um- yes-” ronald spit out. wendy shoved his head back down into the pillow, curling her fingers just right and hitting his prostate. ronald screamed, his voice becoming hoarse from all the sounds he was making.
wendy removed her fingers, and ronald whined at the loss of them, but suddenly became excited as he knew what would happen next.
he craned his neck towards the side of the bed, where wendy was attaching something to her front.
it was long and shining with lube, and as wendy stepped closer to him he could see how amazingly thick it was. ronald was drooling already.
wendy roughly turned him over onto his back and shoved the strap-on in roughly. ronald moaned and gasped, writhing all over the place.
“aw, you’re such a pain slut, aren’t you ronnie? such a good pain slut for me.” wendy started thrusting in and out of him with superhuman speed.
ronald was gasping for air, he could barely breathe. why, why did it feel so good?
wendy kept going until ronald started whimpering. he was so close, he needed to cum-
wendy suddenly pulled out and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock.
“pl-please let me come… please wend-wendy i’ve been so good please wendy please,”
she smiled and looked at him. “on one condition.”
“w-what?”
“say it.”
“say what?”
“you know what. say it.” she whispered.
“i’m- i- i’m-” he stammered out.
wendy gave a cruel flick to the tip of his cock, still keeping a hand around its base.
“i’m mclovin it!” he screamed, and wendy removed her hands from around him, leaving ronald to thrust his hips up as cum splattered on his chest and stomach.
wendy pulled away and got up off of the bed, wiping her hand with the tissues by the side and removing her strap-on.
ronald, in his post-orgasmic haze, could barely make coherent words. as wendy walked to the door, she turned back to the bed and whispered “fucking pathetic.”
as she left, ronald felt himself coming back to his body. all he felt now were feelings of shame and regret, but a bit of hopefulness.
ronald really wanted wendy to use him like that again.