P.Z. Possum Is Real!
By AMR






[A fuzzy tape begins with a fanfare, playing at a slow speed that then catches up, warbling back and forth until the tracking fixes itself. A shiny logo PPInc appears with descriptive text underneath it reading “POSSUM PIZZA INCORPORATED.” The screen fades to black.]


[a blue gradient background fades in and a voice-over begins to speak]


Narrator: Welcome, employee, to the Possum Pizza Family! As an employee of P.Z. Possum’s Pizza Parlor you represent us just like a family member! In this instructional video we will teach you all about the Positive Ps of Professionalism! 


Offscreen Voice: Hey now, ain’t ya gunna introduce me, voice-over man?


Narrator: Oh my! It’s P.Z. Possum herself!


P.Z.: [the animatronic robot slides into frame. It’s a cartoon possum with a soft white face, wearing overalls with one strap hanging down. Her mouth flaps open and closed and her eyes look around and blink as she speaks] That’s right y’all! Me and the whole gang are just plum tickled to meetcha!


[The camera zooms outward, showing the rest of the Possum Pals with their names displayed above them. All of them are dressed in overalls and flannels, except for the three tiny possum triplets in yellow sundresses. Katty is a lavender cat playing a fiddle. Beauregard “Bo” is an old brown hound dog playing a large jug. Peppy, Poppy, and Prunella are the three little possum triplets who bob up and down and sing back up.]


BO: Are ya ready, Possum Pals?


KATTY: I’m ready, Bo! Are you ready girls?

TRIPLETS: [in unison] Yes we aaaaare~!


P.Z.: [starts to pluck her banjo] Oooooooh, 
We got vittles for the kiddles, 
While Katty plays her fiddles,
And Bo is really blowin em away!
[Bo gives two big blows on his jug]
Peppy, Poppy, and Prunella
Are a’singin’ acapella


TRIPLETS: We hope y’all’ll have yerself a staaaay!


[Everyone starts yodeling. P.Z. stamps her foot to the beat. The animatronics jerkily move along with the music but stay surprisingly in-sync with the lyrics.]


KATTY: So don’t be shy!


BO: We don’t bite!

TRIPLETS: Unless ya ask us real nice!

P.Z.: Here at Pee-Zee’s Pizza Paaaaar-loooor!

ALL: YA-HOOOO!


[The video gets stuck and the tracking starts to jump all over the place before turning to static and shutting off, returning to VIDEO1]


“God damn piece of crap VHS!” An angry middle aged man slaps the old-fashioned 4-head VCR on the top. The tape finally ejects and long strings of tape connect from the VHS to the VCR. “I told them we need to convert these videos to digital, but ooooh no, corporate wanted us to keep using the old system for tradition or whatever!”


“Ah, that’s okay. I think I get the point of the video.” said Mike, a young 20-something with dark brown hair and brown eyes. His features were gentle and boyish, and so was his lithe body, standing at 1.75m. He was already dressed in the employee uniform, a red vest with a black shirt and black pants. His nametag was just a sticker for now until he would get his official embossed nametag.


“Yeah, all right. Anyway, the rest of the video just says the usual stuff. Be decent, don’t act like a pervert, that sorta crap.” The middle aged man continued, leaning on the tv stand with one arm draped over it. “Don’t steal, don’t rig the games so your friends can win, don’t mess with the expensive animatronics… though I have to say I’ve never really seen those things break down. They apparently have a service technician who lives nearby and always inspects them and keeps them running, but I’ve never seen him.” The man shook her head, like he was a little spooked by the thought. “All right, your shift starts from noon to closing, so get out there. I’ll be on the floor with you in case you need any help.”


Mike stepped out of the tiny closet of a break room, having to squeeze by the television stand and his employer. He thought about the new job he was about to start, how mind-numbingly easy it was. He was grateful to his mother for speaking to the manager though, the two of them being old friends. He hadn’t had much luck finding work since he was laid off from an old tech company that went under. This was not his first choice of work, or even his fifteenth, but he needed to pay the rent. 
He had actually gone to this pizza place when he was a kid, and even had a couple of his birthdays here. Everything was exactly the same as it was back then, having not changed since it opened in the early 80s. The theme was timeless anyway, just some silly country critter kind of show. There were only about three locations, and all of them seemed to be within the same state. The cartoon show attached to the place was incredibly popular though, having a cult following. It didn’t run on tv, but was actually produced on VHS, coming out with only one new 15 minute episode a year. The company continued to produce on VHS until 2012 when they were forced to start putting the episodes out on DVD, at least now with older episodes bundled in. That did not stop them from selling their old stock of VHS though, as the extreme fans considered them a collecting novelty. 


The fans, Mike shook his head, thinking about those fans. The pizza place was strictly for kids and parents only, but the characters were very popular with a certain group of fans online. There was so much dirty artwork out there, very fetishy stuff, involving these cute, innocent creatures. Mike rolled his eyes at the thought, even though he himself had taken a peek sometimes and even got a little stiff looking at nude P.Z. pictures. It was definitely not something he was proud of. 


While out on the floor, refreshing sodas and taking back dirty plates, he heard a loud drumroll. A spotlight shone on the main stage and the curtains parted. There were the robots, looking so life-like and well articulated, at least until they started to move. The set was designed to look like a country swamp with a painted backdrop that showed lots of trees and a lone cabin. Bo and Katty were on tree stumps. Bo was using his to sit on while Katty stands. 
“Howdy, Possum Pals!” P.Z. shouted to the crowd of children.
“Howdy, PEE-ZEEEE!” The children shouted right back, causing Mike to wince a little, but he couldn’t help smiling at the enthusiasm. He remembered how much he enjoyed these moments when he was only eight and nine years old himelf.
“Are y’all ready fer some jokes and jams?” P.Z. continued. “Hit it, Bo!”


Bo began to blow on his old jug, which started the beat. 
“Say P.Z.” Katty Spoke, tilting her head. “What’s a dog’s favorite pizza topping?”
“Pupperoni!” P.Z. stared at the crowd.
There was some laughter from the children, but mostly because the triplets were giggling, bouncing up and down like crazy.
“Actually,” Bo stopped playing the jug and looked at the crowd, “I like cheeeese.”
The triplets immediately stopped laughing. This caused the kids to laugh more. Even Mike found himself snerking. 


        “Oooooh, jokes and jams, flims and flams,
        Pizza pie high as your eye
        Games and prizes fer yew and all yer friends!
        Take a seat, have a gander
        At yer bestest possum friender
        P.Z. Possum’s gunna make ya sing and dance!”


Mike watched along with the kids, even though he had stacks of plates in his hands that needed to go to the kitchen. The possum lady on stage seemed to be looking directly at him. She winked, and it didn’t just look like a regular robotic wink. He never really saw that before, and the way the animatronic kept eye contact with him made him start thinking crazy thoughts. “No, that’s silly. She’s not really looking at me. That’s just a robot.”


“MIKE!” his boss shouted, having seen him just standing there. Mike nearly dropped the plates. “Bring those back to the kitchen! And since you’re not doing anything, why don’t you help wash them?”
Mike grumbled to himself carrying the stacks of dishes with him. He set them in the sink and then pulled up his sleeves as he scrubbed. He kept thinking about the way the animatronic looked at him. The more he thought about the wink the more he thought maybe he just imagined it. The middle aged boss man came up behind him, tapping his shoulder.
“Do you have any plans tonight, kid?” The man asked, leaning on the sink.
“Well, actually-” Mike started, only to be cut off.
“Me and your mom are actually going out again.” The man grinned, slicking back his hair. “Of course, I’ll need you to stay past closing time to clean up around here. I usually do it myself, but I’ll be having a hot date.”
Mike did not mind his mother dating, but he also did not want to work overtime on his very first day. “Can’t you get someone else to do it?”
“No one else wants to, and you’re the new meat, so I guess that makes you the guy.” The man slapped Mike on the back hard, causing his slender frame to jerk forward. 


~


As the lights were dimming, Mike looked out on the messy floor. He turned and saw his boss preening himself in the mirror, humming as he straightened his tie and slicked back his hair a little more. He grabbed the broom and dustpan and went to work sweeping things up.
“Remember it’s an extra four hours, and then the midnight security crew comes by.” His boss tossed him the keys. “Hey, if I could do it so can you. All you have to do is sit here after you’ve cleaned up, it’s the easiest job in the world. If you’re bored, the master key to the video games is on the key ring.” He laughed, adding one more thing. “Don’t steal the tokens!”
“Ha ha ha!” Mike made some forced laughter, not smiling. He groaned as he had to get down on his hands and knees and scrub up puddles of what he hoped was just spilled soda. He looked up from the floor pathetically as his boss whistled on his way out of the front door, locking it behind him as he left. Mike sighed as he sat all alone in the very quiet pizza parlor. 


Suddenly, the curtains raised on the main stage, causing Mike to stumble backward. Was it a glitch in the system? Maybe someone was playing a prank on him. He then noticed the characters on stage were not as robotic looking as usual. They even moved with more subtle motions. All of them turned to Mike, causing him to shiver nervously. 
“Well shucks! We got a little boy here that’s all alone!” P.Z. spoke, her lips perfectly moving with each syllable rather than her whole jaw just flapping up and down. “Gee, we don’t want him to feel lonely now, do we?”
“We’ll keep ya company, kiddo!” Bo shouted. He then playfully blew a long, deep note into his jug.
“We can sing to ya, maybe tell ya some good ol’ jokes while you clean up!” Katty added, and then she plucked her fiddle.
“We could also just snuggle with ya, cutie!” Prunella spoke, moving separately from the rest of the triplets. All three of them let out a “Yoo-hooo!” waving at Mike.


Mike scrambled to his feet. Unsure where to go he ran to the break room and shut the door behind him. He held his hand over his heart, breathing heavily. “Jesus, they look so real.” He whispers to himself. As he stood there he was feeling a little silly. Why was he so scared? Sure, it was weird, seeing these animatronic creatures moving around on their own, talking to him. It’s not like they’re menacing though. 
“Hey, didn’t mean to scare ya, kiddo.” P.Z.’s voice came from behind the door. “Didn’t you see the orientation video? We don’t bite!”
Mike managed to compose himself, staring at the door and slowly breathing. He reached for the handle, pulling it open and was greeted by the tall, overall-clad possum woman. She scooped Mike up, hugging him to her chest. He felt his feet dangling off the floor as he was hugged. She felt so warm and soft. He could even feel a heartbeat between what he assumed were two large breasts behind those overalls. She was real!


“Well now, you sure look familiar.” P.Z. said, looking down at Mike. She playfully fussed with his hair. “Did you ever have a birthday here? I remember most of my birthday boys and girls!”
“How are you…” Mike stared at the woman, wondering how he should even ask about this.
“I just am.” P.Z. said calmly. She winked at him. “It may be a little magic in the air here. We’ve just always been able to move and talk and think for ourselves. Some folks know… most don’t.”


“This is too strange.” Mike mumbled, staring wide-eyed down at the floor, his sneakers squeaking as he fidgeted. His penis was swelling inside his pants. This large furry woman had a lucious aroma about her. He also really did have a thing for tall women. She could do anything to him and he’d be satisfied! First though, she simply took his hand.
Mike heard giggling of the triplets, all moving on their own now, watching him intently. They whispered to each other, their gaze focused on him and following him as he passed by. He realized his bulge must be showing, so he bashfully pulled his shirt down in the front, trying to hide it. 
“Oooh, P.Z. likes yeww!” Katty spoke, really drawing out her words and teasingly moving her bottom lip with each syllable. She then popped the buttons on her overalls and let them drop around her ankles. She had no underwear on! A soft vulva with a little slit going down the middle was exposed. She framed it with her two hands. “Perhaps she’s going to show her KITTY to you!”
“Katty! How obscene!” Bo sputtered, extending his hands and trying to cover up Katty. 
“Aw, you always liked that I was a saucy minx, Beauregard!” Katty replied. Without hesitation she took her hound friend’s hands and pushed them into her crotch. The flustered dog trembled. He gave Katty some slobbery kisses on her face.
“We get awful lonely here all by ourselves.” P.Z. said, wanting to excuse her friends’ behavior. “Come, we’ll go into the backroom.”


P.Z. closed the door behind her. This was the door behind the stage. Instead of props and mechanical objects being exposed it was more like a love nest. A large red bed sat in the middle of the room with rose-shaped pillows. There was a forest motif, with the walls having paintings of trees on them. The lighting was dim except for a warm glow coming from the ceiling. 


“I get mighty lonely too.” P.Z. explained. “Ya see, some of y’all kiddies grow up too fast, and you lose the ability to see our magic. Every now and then we get lucky, and a special one like you comes along.” She pressed her finger to Mike’s chest. Her pink finger trailed down his body to the crotch of his pants. She stroked the erection pulsing inside the slacks. Mike did not stop her. He didn’t want to stop her. “You’ve got a pure heart, I can tell. Just a little boy on the inside. Does baby want to feed from Mommy?”
Before Mike could ask for an explanation, P.Z. was already unbuttoning her overalls and opening her top. Now he could finally see the possum woman’s large breasts. Her white chest fur was short and dense, but completely disappearing around her areolas and nipples. The pink of her nipples really stood out against her white chest. She sat on the bed and forced Mike into her lap.
Mike hesitated at first, staring at the woman’s breasts, aching to be touched. This woman had his number. He was immature. He was a virgin. Slowly a hand clasped the back of his head, one finger laying down at a time, and then his face was shoved into the breast closest to his face. Instinctively he began to suck on the nipple. He felt so small at that moment, but it was comfortable. If not for the raging erection in his pants, he might even say he felt like a child again! He finally understood the appeal of that dirty fan-art. This was hot.


“Such a good boy for Mommy.” P.Z. pursed her lips, speaking in a teasing tone. “I was right about you. Not just the virgin part. The pureness.” She placed her hand on Mike’s chest, feeling his heart racing. “It’s only the most special of adults that can see us for who we really are.”
Her hand went down to Mike’s pants and she slowly tugged on the zipper. She made soft shushes into his ear, trying to ease the horny and desperate boy into this. She didn’t want to upset or startle him. “Stand up and take off your clothes. Let me see all of you.”


Mike was now eager to please his “possum mommy.” He stood before P.Z. with his arms pulling on his shirt and then tossing it off over his head, his thick brown hair fluffing up before falling back down into place. There was very little body hair on him, which was just another sign of his immaturity for his age. When he finally pulled down his pants and underwear his erect penis was standing outward. It did not hang nor did it rise fully. It seemed just point at P.Z. directly. His balls were tight, rising up slightly as his dick twitched.
P.Z. reached out with her fingers and stroked Mike’s erection. His knees buckled and suddenly he was shooting thick ropes against the possum woman’s open overalls. She paused and then watched Mike, whose face was twisted in a mixture of shame and relief. Tears welled up in his eyes, unable to contain himself after his “first time.” No woman had ever touched him down there before, and he was so pent-up! 
“That’s all right, honey… This happens sometimes.” P.Z. reassured him in her motherly tone. She stood up, taking her top off completely and then pulling down her overalls.
Mike didn’t feel like he deserved to look, not after what he did. P.Z. grabbed his chin though, turning him to face her. Her pussy was surrounded by darker colored fur. It was seasoned, experienced pussy, around for years but still beautiful. Pink lips, soft and puffy, glistened with moisture as no matter Mike’s pitiful inexperience she was still aroused by him. Perhaps it was that innocence that attracted her so much. Her clitoral hood shrouded her clit. With some free fingers she circled around her hooded bit, stroking it gently through the outer flesh. 
She took Mike’s hands and led him back onto the bed, rolling backward and having him lie on top of her. She looked up at Mike’s sweet, blushing face, using one of her fingers to brush his hair aside. She leaned forward and gave Mike a kiss on the lips. He thought he might recoil at the feeling of bristly whiskers brushing against his face, but that he enjoyed too! “Am I weird?” Mike thought, but he brushed off the idea, knowing it would just be offensive to this woman.


P.Z.’s hand stroked Mike’s bare bottom and then gave it a few gentle smacks. She chuckled and whispered into his ear. “Ready to try again?”
To Mike’s surprise, he was definitely ready again, already rock hard against P.Z.’s thigh. The woman leaned back and raised her legs in the air. She reached under herself, pulling apart her cheeks and showing her tight pink asshole to Mike. She was giving him a choice of where to put it. It was Mike’s first time, so he decided to just stick it into her pussy first.
Mike grabbed onto one of P.Z.’s legs, his other hand gripping the base of his cock to aim it. His cock pushed into the warm and moist pussy. He doubled over, almost falling back against P.Z. He gazed into the possum’s eyes, overwhelmed by arousal once again, but this time ready for it. He would not cum prematurely a second time! 
“Now, do you know what to do?” P.Z. asked teasingly, as if Mike was too much of a kid to know.
Mike did know though, promptly pumping his dick in and out. P.Z. flexed her pelvic floor to squeeze the cock inside of her. Mike groaned and almost had to stop, but soon gathered his bearings and pushed forward. “There you go! Good boy! Now fuck Mommy hard!”


The words of encouragement were helping return Mike’s pride. He pushed in and out with new resolve, smiling with a big grin as he humped the older possum woman. Her breasts were bouncing with each firm thrust Mike made. She smiled back at him, squeezing him inside of her every now and then. Her legs locked around Mike’s torso. He had such a goofy look on his grinning face. 
The room was filling with the smell of sex and the sounds of wet slapping. Mike appeared to have a halo over his head as the warm light from the ceiling shone down on him. 
“I think I always wanted to do this.” Mike confessed. “Ever since I was a little boy. Ever since that one birthday I had here and I first saw you. Oh God, I’m going to cum again!”
P.Z. looked pleased. She was clearly happy to hear all of this. With her legs wrapped around behind him she gently scratched his back with the claws on her toes. The scratchy sensation was yet another new feeling to Mike that drove him wilder. 
Mike looked down at P.Z.’s face, as if to ask for permission to cum. She just gave him a knowing stare and squeezed him inside her once again, this time holding him in place. He could barely move, so each little jostling he made inched him closer to his orgasm. He closed her mouth as a strange sound came from his throat, a sound he never made while cumming before. It was so intense, and it felt so right! His sticky cum painted the walls of P.Z.’s pussy.


Mike has to just stay there for the moment, little pulses from his dick squirting a bit more into P.Z. before stopping. Eventually he would pull out, several moments after P.Z. had loosened her vice grip on his shaft. Wet and sticky with sex fluids, the two of them laid together in the bed. His face was pushed to her breast again and he felt like he was melting into her as he went back to nursing on it like a babe.
Mike was dizzy and happy, though he was also feeling exhausted after cumming twice in a row. He closed his eyes, falling asleep beside P.Z., his mouth open and drooling against the woman’s exposed breast. She stroked Mike’s hair, humming to him while he rested.


~


Mike woke up an hour later, his vision blurry as he adjusted to his surroundings. He was still in the backroom, sitting in the bed with P.Z. who had put a tank top over her chest. The only thing he was dressed in was the blanket draped over his nude frame. He looked to the foot of the bed, finding the rest of the animal gang there, looking at him. He gasped nervously, like someone caught in the act, though he wasn’t in trouble.
Bo had an arm draped behind Katty. His face was covered in little red lipstick kisses. The triplets climbed on the bed, hopping on it.
“What’d you do, what’d you do?” the triplets asked, knowing damn well what was going on.
“Now you girls hush.” P.Z. scolded them. “Mikey here just had his first time. He still needs to rest ya know!”
Mike’s face felt hot. He imagined he must be beet red at the moment. Now all these cute cuddly animal people were staring at him, knowing what he did. He wasn’t ashamed, but it seemed like it should have been a private moment! He tucked his knees up to himself and looked across the bed at P.Z.


“Thank you, ma’am…” Mike finally spoke. “I mean, for everything. You’re so pretty and sweet. And…”
“Motherly?” P.Z. teased, leering at the male.
“Yeah.” A slight chuckle in Mike’s response, looking away with a blush. “How long do you think this magic can last?”
P.Z.’s smile disappeared for a moment, but soon it came back. She placed a hand against Mike’s cheek. “As long as you stay a sweet little boy… in here.” She pressed a finger to Mike’s chest.


~


The manager returned in the morning, opening the place back up. Everything was clean, all the stains and gunk had been scrubbed from the tables, floors, and chairs. The dishes had been sparkling clean too. Mike had fallen asleep on three chairs lined up against each other. 
“Well hey,” the manager said, shaking Mike awake, “You didn’t have to go overboard! Good job though!”
Mike groaned, sitting up on the chairs as he was waking up. He didn’t remember doing all this cleaning. He looked to the stage, which had its curtain opened. The animatronics were looking fake once more, standing perfectly still. P.Z.’s eyes moved though, glancing over at Mike.
“I don’t know how you managed to fall asleep here with those things watching you.” His boss said, gesturing at the stage.
“Yeah.” Mike laughed to himself. “Honestly, I didn’t get that much sleep.”




THE END, for now.