I had a god awful thought of a bunch of Robo Fizzes doing that obscenely cringey GrubHub commercial but instead for Loo Loo Land. My own brain has cursed and betrayed me and now you have to imagine it too.
This fic is NSFW and intended for an adult audience.
The reader has a vagina, pronouns used are “you” and “your”.
Thank you @joculatrix-wannabe for assisting me in proofreading this chapter! Your kindness is much appreciated!
Now without further delay, I hope you folks enjoy this and the many chapters to come.
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You’re the new mechanic at Loo Loo Land, and your task for the day is to repair the animatronic known as Robo Fizz. What does that jester have in store for you?
With your hefty toolbox in hand, you took your time to bob and weave your way through the park’s plentiful noisy guests as you passed the many colorful booths and games. The loud roar of the rollercoasters and rides picked up every so often along with the screaming hollers of its passengers flying overhead. The scent of popcorn was heavy in the air, but you could also pick out the fainter smells of other foods like hotdogs, churros, and other fried goods.
Setting your sights on one of the bigger tents towards the center of the park, you saw a couple of posters hanging up with the smiling face of the one they called Fizzarolli. As you approached this big tent as well as one of the posters, you read the schedule for the shows, the last one was about thirty minutes ago. In that case, things should be pretty quiet around now.
You weren’t particularly nervous since you were confident in your work, but it was Robo Fizz’s chaotic reputation that was making you wonder what exactly was in store for you. You’d heard he’d been part of why Loo Loo Land had caught fire a while back, and how he can catch a bullet with his teeth.
Pushing aside the main curtain of the entrance, you stepped inside with a respectable level of caution. The room was dimly lit and gave the room a vaguely orange hue just barely making a difference amidst the darkness.
The floor was littered with popcorn, crumbs, and a couple of spilled drinks, along with a few stray screws and pieces of metal. You walked through the center pathway between the rows of seats leading down to the closed stage that shielded the animatronics from view with a large purple curtain.
“Hello…” You called lowly, deciding to make your presence known on the chance you’d managed to not be heard with your clanking toolbox and the crunching of crumbs beneath your feet.
You didn’t want to waste too much time, so you walked quickly up the side stairs, pushed passed the big curtain and headed backstage. Your insides nearly jumped out of your body when you saw the creepy animal animatronics sitting cold and motionless, just staring into nowhere. They were absolutely hideous. A part of you wanted to believe they were intended to look that horrifying, but their wretched smell of rust and rotten food told you they were merely the result of poor upkeep. But your attention was quickly regained when you saw him. The jester.
He was sitting on the floor, his eyes shut while he held a very soft grin that hid his teeth. With his hands in his lap, his head was slumped downwards while his back leaned up against the wall like he was an old, abandoned toy. Like his animal friends, he was completely motionless while silent as the grave. Unlike them though, he was clearly where money was being spent. He wasn’t completely falling apart like the rest, didn’t have an abhorrent odor and was easily the most well kept.
“Hello…” You spoke up gently.
No response. You were disappointed you’d have to approach him while he was what you assumed to be in rest mode. Would he hate being woken up? Would he even wake up at all? Would he lash out the moment you touched him?
“I’m the new mechanic, Mr. Robo Fizz.” You continued talking in hopes it would smoothly rouse him into a wakeful state. “I’m just gonna take a look at you, okay? Please don’t thwack me or bite me or something…”
You half tip toed across the stage, not allowing your gaze to leave the sleeping jester for even a moment as the wooden boards quietly creaked with every step. You hadn’t noticed how unnerved you’d become. You felt like you were being watched. But then again, it was probably due to dead-eyed disfigured animal animatronics at your side. You knew Fizz was the only sentient one of the four, but them simply being there with their lifeless eyes was giving you the creeps. Still, you did what you could to ignore them and instead focused in on your task.
You knelt down before the sleeping fellow, setting your toolbox on the floor on the other side of his leg with a quiet thump. Still no response. Being this close to him had made you noticably tense, you hated that he was still asleep. Was he even really asleep? Was he possibly toying with you? You’d find out soon enough, you just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.
You opened your toolbox and swiftly picked out a screwdriver, leaning into the sleeping bot and easing it into the space between his shoulder and his chest plate. The plate gave way with a soft pop, allowing you to cautiously lift it open to reveal the extravagantly complex gears and mechanisms all working together beneath.
There were multiple brightly-colored containers sitting in a row. The top of each one all connected to its own tube that quickly became entangled amongst the other wires when you tried to find where everything lead. But you certainly were able to guess that at least three of these tubes lead towards his throat. You couldn’t help but wonder what was inside those containers…
With the darkness of backstage doing you no favors, you pulled out a small flashlight from the toolbox and shone the light into Fizzarolli’s chest while examining the admittedly shitty wiring. Despite him remaining still during all this, you couldn’t stop yourself from looking up every so often to see if his expression had changed in any way. To your relief, it was still the same. Peacefully asleep. For now, at least.
You were thankful he remained in this rest mode now that you were completely crouched down in front of him like this. You could only imagine the terror of waking to find a total stranger partially crouched between your legs and intently staring into your ribs with a flashlight.
As you checked the tubes, wires and all the moving parts, your trained eye noticed the absurd amount of things wrong with practically everything. From loose pieces of metal and rubber, to beyond tangled cords, you were half expecting to find a crayon in there acting in place of a screw with how much you could’ve sworn the last mechanic was a kindergartner.
Some of these pieces weren’t even attached to anything! No wonder you’d heard this poor fellow literally sparked and twitched every now and then on stage, his insides were essentially being held together with the equivalent of duck tape, spit, and glue! And by far the worst part was his incredibly damaged voice box that you could just barely see at the base of his throat. That pitiful thing was cooked, bent, and holding on for dear life.
You weren’t sure if you’d be able to fix the trainwreck of innards without completely replacing a large portion of the parts. Still though, you were determined to leave this poor guy in better shape than when you first got there.
You grabbed the proper tools and began to fiddle with the pitiful screws for a few minutes when you noticed that one of the wires was actually a vivid pink color among the mostly red, blue, green, and yellow. You found it odd that this one was a different color, but this particular wire was becoming frayed in the middle. Nothing you couldn’t fix. You gently lifted it with some pliers and gave it a mild tug to have a better look.
Fizzarolli sprung to life, jolting his head back and yelling out a long sensual moan as a big, toothy smile formed on his face. You felt your heart try to escape your body and you fell backwards on your rear from the startle.
Regaining his composure, the mechanical clown gave you a rather menacing chuckle, opening those big, glowing green eyes of his to finally find who woke him. He took his hand and slammed his chest plate shut with a noisy clank.
Your heart was still trying to calm itself. It felt like its thumping was in your ears. The jester’s ravenous glare felt as though it could burn a hole through your skin, and that large, handsome smile on his face was making your stomach do flips that you just couldn’t explain.
He suddenly sprung for you, wrapping his lengthy arms around your waist and pinning own your arms down at your sides in what felt like a millisecond. Your back hit the stage floor with a loud thud. It jarred your bones and made you wince beneath his weight. The initial shock of the impact subsided and you looked down to find he was straddling your hips. You returned to his gaze, those green eyes staring down into yours with an increasing interest.
“What ha-have we here?” His rough voice repeatedly tripped over itself. “You’re the new mechanic I take it. Ya’ know, if you wanted to h-hear me moan that badly, you could’ve just asked.” Fizz swooned with a raised brow.
“What?! No, I wasn’t trying to make you do that!” You struggled in his arms while eagerly trying to explain.
“Right. And I’m an organ donor!” Fizz threw his head back with a cackle.
“I’m serious! I’m sorry I woke you like that, I’m just here to have a look at you!” You shouted.
Fizz’s laughter slowed to a sly chuckle accompanying a soft smirk. Leaning down closer and closer until he was just a couple inches away from your face to very tenderly tilt your chin upwards.
“How’s this view, sweetheart?” His voice lowly purred.
You felt your face become warm and immediately knew you were blushing. What the hell was this guy’s deal?
“I… Can you just get off?” You asked suddenly looking away in an attempt to hide your embarrassment.
“I’d prefer if it was the other w-way around. I’d lo-love to hear what sounds you’d make while using me.” He teased in a warm but hushed tone.
You stammered together a collection of noises that weren’t anything close to actual speech, feeling verbally cornered as he awaited patiently for your answer.
You had admittedly been curious about Fizz’s other services ever since the day you’d agreed to be his mechanic. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t fantasized about him before. And with him sitting on top of you, you could tell your body wasn’t against experiencing his professional touch. Still, you weren’t sure how to respond when it came to being put on the spot like this.
“Are you always this horny, Fizz?” You somewhat tried to dodge the question with another question.
“Not-not always. I guess you touching that wire literally did… turn me on?” He started to cackle at his own joke.
You admit you at least smiled, rolling your eyes. You were probably more amused at how hilarious Fizz found his own joke.
“A-alright, I tell you what,” Fizz’s laughter died down, “I’ll get started and all you’ll need-need to do is say no if you really aren’t interested.”
He loosened one of his arms and gently pulled it out from around you, but he still left the other one to keep you confined to his grip. He sat up and scooted down a bit, running a hand from from your neck very slowly down between your chest, to your belly, to the base of your shirt of which he just barely lifted up by its edge.
“Fizz, stop.” You spoke in boldness to ensure you’d seize his attention.
Fizzarolli stopped instantly, releasing your shirt and sat right back up to watch you closely as he waited for further instruction. You didn’t truly expect him to stop without question, but you appreciated his willingness to obey.
“Look,” you began. “I appreciate your willingness to do this and all, but I don’t have much money and don’t want this to get much farther without you knowing that.”
“Aw-aww, is that your hang-up?” The jester’s voice toppled. “Don’t you w-worry about that, darlin’. What I do on my break is my business. All you’ve gotta do for me in turn is tell me if you get uncomfortable. We gotta-gotta deal?”
Fizz outstretched his free hand for you to shake, knowing full well your arms were tied and couldn’t shake it.
You merely raised a brow in knowing he was toying with you.
“You’re lying on my arms, I can’t shake your hand.” You said dully to play along with his joke.
“Oh, that’s right! Alas, what a hor-horrid shame!” Fizz overdramatically acted as if wounded. “Seriously, such a shame, a real problem. Perhaps we could display our agreement in some oth-other way.”
You put a confused look on your face when he leaned in. Slowly, looking deep into your lovely eyes, he waited a moment for the moment to become unsettling as you watched him in silence. Right as you were about to speak in an attempt to lessen the strange tension, he popped a question.
“Do you prefer pink or blue cotton candy?” He asked.
You were taken aback a bit.
“What?”
“Cotton candy. Do you like pink or blue?” He rephrased without skipping a beat.
“Uh… Pink?” You replied, looking even more confused than before.
“Good choice.” He said, and something inside the jester’s body made an audible click sound.
You weren’t sure what you were anticipating, but it certainly wasn’t what he ended up doing. Still with one arm wrapped around you, he moved his hands up and placed both palms upon your chest. He very slowly started sticking out his surprisingly lengthy tongue and allowed it to hang just in front of your face.
Despite him being a robot, his striped tongue looked surprisingly smooth and slick. He teased its pointed tip at your lips, and for reasons unbeknownst to you, you complied by opening your mouth to his pry without the slightest resistance.
It took you a moment to realize what you’d just agreed to, and yet you didn’t want it to stop as you felt him insert it inside your mouth. And holy shit, his tongue tasted like pink cotton candy!? Now that question he’d asked made sense.
You were french kissing a robot clown whose tongue tasted like cotton candy. Not exactly what you thought you’d be doing today.
Nonetheless, you instinctively pressed your tongue against his and you felt yourself relax under his care. He cupped the back of your head in his hand right when you’d became entranced in the sensual movements you both were locked into.
The smoothness and the surprising warmth emanating from his tongue made its flavor all the more enticing as you caressed it up and down. But, encompassed by the way he was exploring your mouth, you hardly even noticed that you were leading the kiss into being far more passionate. He tasted so good, you needed more. You took the lead and cupped his face to pull him even closer as your excitement bled into every movement. You seemed to graze something on his tongue just right and it make Fizz lowly groaned, arching his back and allowing his pleased hum to fill the air.
He began pulling his tongue free and slowly broke the heated kiss with a long sigh, looking down at you with lust in his warm gaze.
“I think I can safely assume that pink wire leads to your tongue?” You asked behind heavy breathing that earned you a chuckle from the clown.
“Yeah, that wire was an add-on, but a very wel-welcome one.” He said with his voice noticably more husky than usual.
“Well, I’m glad you’re able to experience it too. Probably makes the whole thing way more pleasurable as a whole.” You replied.
“Speaking of pleasurable.” Fizz started to very tenderly slide a hand inside the front of your shirt and running it up the smooth skin of your belly. “Those tongue movements of yours told me you were really enjoying me. And you know what? I think we should get you off…”
He hunched forward again and very softly brought his threateningly sharp teeth to your neck. Knowing how dangerous he had potential to be, it gave you chills to be at his mercy like this. You heard this guy catches bullets with his teeth as a part of some of his shows, yet here he was, being ever so delicate with you like you were but a dainty flower between his jaws to give you a love bite. The sensation of his hot breath dancing across your skin was giving you goosebumps and you found yourself wanting to run your fingers up his back.
He brought lips to your skin and you felt him give it a mild bite. He started to suck it and made sure to add just enough pressure that he knew it leave a mark. His breath was more laboured as he worked the bite. You were getting goosebumps from how he’d run his tongue over the forming bruise and you were nearly brought to a moan with how well he knew how to use his mouth.
“I think we should get you off…” He groaned. “Off of this dirty floor!” Fizz suddenly stopped, and sat up out of nowhere.
No warning, he just stopped.
This fucking guy. The stunned but frazzled disappointment on your face spoke volumes and it was more than enough to tell the clown he’d successfully juked you as he cackled at his ploy.
“Fucking hell, are you gonna fuck me or not?!” You frustratedly blared, embarrassed that he’d pulled the rug out from you in such abrasive manner.
“I would, but I’m just hav-having too much fun fucking with you in a different way!” He blared. Deciding to slide off of you and standing to his feet, his laughter died down and he effortlessly stood you up with his arm that had been coiled around you. Once you were steady enough to regain your balance, he relaxed his arm to allow you to be completely free of his grip.
“But ser-seriously, if you want me to fuck you, my darlin’, allow me to take us somewhere private.” Fizz gave you a faint bow and outstretched his hand for you to take.
Horny and still mildly pissed off from his interrupted teasing, you skeptically rose your brow to the jester before indeed taking his hand. This had better be good.
I don’t think I tend to post the art I get done for Sex and Therapy here on my tumblr much, so I thought I’d make a little compilation. The first one is my most recent one and I’m still crying about it because it’s so beautiful.
