The Cannibals of Candyland

by Carlton Mellick III

  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.

  “No, don’t use water,” Jujy cries. “You’ll melt the candy.”

  “But aren’t you going to shower them off anyway?”

  “Not with water,” she says.

  In a cabinet, Jujy pulls out a hose that ends in a head similar to that of a hand shower unit. It does not spray water, but hot air.

  “This is how you bathe?” Franklin asks.

  She turns it on and uses it like a hairdryer on his skin.

  “We only use water if we get muddy or have dried blood on our skin,” she says, “This is much safer.”

  She still needs to wipe away a lot of the ants, but most of them are blown away by the hot air. She tries to get as much hot air into the crack as possible, but it doesn’t remove any of the ants. Instead, she melts the candy inside with the hot air, smothering the ants in sugary goo. Then she melts the candy around the crack in his torso. The melted sour apple fills in the crack as well as his open wound. When she is done, his candy glistens as if brand new.

  “We normally don’t have too many problems wi
th ants,” she says. “They tend to feed on the candy vegetation and only bother you if you sleep outside. I’ve never seen them go under the skin.”

  Franklin nods his head. He can still feel ants crawling inside of him, but he isn’t sure if that is because of the infection, internal bleeding, or because there are still some alive in there.

  Jujy agrees to take Franklin on a walk. Since he is already chained to her waist and because he has just gone through a traumatic ordeal—although Jujy doesn’t understand what all the fuss is about—he is able to persuade her into taking him outside of the house for a while.

  “We’ll go into outsider territory,” she says. “Nobody who matters will be in that area. Licorice definitely avoids it.”

  “What is the outsider territory?” Franklin asks, as they step outside into Jujy’s chocolate flower garden.

  “It is where the undesirables live,” she says. “The people who are too gross to mate with.”

  Franklin stops her.

  “My cane . . .” he says.

  “What?”

  “I need my cane from the house,” he says. “It will help me walk.”

  Jujy gets it for him.

  “I can’t balance very well without it. Especially with my new legs.”

  Really, Franklin just wants to have a weapon in case he needs to defend himself against candy people.

  After a few minutes of trekking through some rolling cupcake hills, Franklin’s prosthetic candy leg becomes difficult to walk on.

  “Your muscles are weak,” she says

  “It takes a while to get used to walking on false limbs.”

  “You didn’t need to remove my leg,” he says. “You could have just coated it in candy like the rest of my body.”

  “It is common for submissives to have their limbs removed during the early mating periods,” she says. “It is easier to dominate one with a false leg or two.”

  “You did it so that I wouldn’t be able to get away?”

  Jujy nods. “It is also common for a dominant to want to eat pieces of their mate. Dominants claim their mates because they like the way they taste, so it is natural for a dominant to want to eat some of their mate. And most submissives enjoy watching their mate eat them.”

  “Enjoy it? Why?”

  “It is flattering,” she says. “Wouldn’t you love to see your mate enjoying your flavor? Wouldn’t that make you feel like you taste really good?”

  “I don’t care if I taste good,” he says.

  “But everybody wants to taste good.”

  “Humans don’t.”

  “Then how do humans show their affection for each other?”

  “They tell them, I guess.”

  “That doesn’t sound very intimate.”

  Jujy looks at the ground and frowns, as if she feels sorry for Franklin because he’s a human.

  Over the next hill, they pass a small cottage. It is just big enough for one person. On the other side of the hill, they see a candy woman working in a garden, planting tootsie rolls like carrots.

  “That’s Minty,” Jujy says. “She’s one of the grossest women in the cave. Nobody would ever mate with her.”

  Franklin looks carefully at the woman. She is actually very attractive. She has tan skin, long yellow hair. Even though she’s a candy person, she is one of the most beautiful women he has ever seen. She is far more beautiful than Jujy.

  “Why do you think she is gross?” Franklin asks. “She isn’t very ugly.”

  “Her flavor is peppermint and peanut butter.” Then she sticks out her tongue as if just thinking about the flavor makes her gag.

  “So?” Franklin says. “She still looks attractive. She has a good body and a cute enough face.”

  “Who cares about what she looks like?”

  “Most people are attracted to good looks,” he says. “I’m surprised she hasn’t been able to find a mate.”

  “But nobody cares about what she looks like,” she says. “Flavor is the only thing that matters.”

  “Are you saying a fat wrinkled woman that tastes of strawberry shortcake would be more attractive to mates than her?”

  “Of course,” she says. “Aren’t humans the same way?”

  “No,” Franklin says. “Physical attraction is everything.”

  Jujy pulls them in a different direction before the peppermint woman notices them.

  “You humans are really weird,” she says.

  “I’m weird?” Franklin laughs. “You have gumdrop nipples and you think I’m weird?”

  Jujy laughs with Franklin, but she doesn’t really seem to understand what he’s laughing about.

  By the end of the walk, Jujy agrees to take Franklin outside more often. She found walking and talking with him to be strangely pleasant.

  “It is very unusual,” Jujy says. “Most dominants and submissives do not go on walks or have conversations with each other.”

  “Because submissives are supposed to keep silent and do what they are told?”

  “Well, yeah, but it is also because submissives and dominants rarely have anything to talk about.”

  While they are out on their walk, Franklin is able to memorize everything he’s seen and store it within his super brain. With picture perfect clarity, he has every detail of the area they have been exploring stored in his memory cells. He knows that if he continues to go on walks with Jujy in different areas of the underground, he will eventually be able to map out the entire territory. Not only will he be able to learn the way out of this cave, but he will also be able to return to the human world with a completely accurate map of this place. He will be able to show the authorities exactly where every candy person lives, exactly where they can be attacked.

  He realizes now that he doesn’t need to escape right away. He is in the perfect position to work as a spy, gathering intelligence so that he can one day prove the existence of the candy people and make it possible for the military to wipe them off the face of the planet.

  After three straight sessions of mating, Jujy takes Franklin to a high peak overlooking the village.

  “We can see the center of the village from up here,” she says. “But nobody will be able to see us.”

  The village center is where most of the candy people live. The streets are paved with toffee bricks, the buildings are tall candy cane palaces, the gardens are well-manicured works of artwork filled with rainbow-colored flowers and chocolate statues of long dead candy sports heroes. Franklin records everything he sees into his computerized brain.

  “What is that?” Franklin asks, pointing at the fanciest of buildings in the center of the square.

  “That is the courthouse,” Jujy says. “It is where our leaders live and make laws. I hate keeping track of all the new laws.”

  There is a smaller, bright banana yellow building next door to it.

  “What about that one?” Franklin asks.

  “That is the schoolhouse and library. I hate learning and reading books. Most of them are from the old human world.”

  Beyond the square, there are large buildings in the distance. Their color: coffee-ice-cream-gray. Purple smoke billows out of large chimneys and forms clouds on the ceiling of the cavern.

  “What about those buildings?” Franklin asks.

  “They are the candy mills. All the young people work there until they are old enough to go on hunts themselves. I hated working in the candy mill.”

  Closer to them, there is a field where several large candy men are playing some kind of sport. Many older candy men and younger candy women are watching from the sidelines. They are wearing pink and yellow uniforms

  “What is that?” Franklin asks.

  “They are playing jawbreaker ball,” she says. “I hate that game. It is an obsession among the males. That is what they do for fun.”

  “What do the women do for fun?” Franklin asks.

  “Women who have been taken as mates don’t do anything for fun unless it pleases their dominant. Women wh
o do not have mates go to jawbreaker ball games in order to attract males. They spray their scents in their direction, hoping to draw males interested in taking them as their mates.”

  “They want to be taken as mates?” Franklin asks.

  “Most women are born to be submissives,” Jujy says. “But not me. I was born to be a dominant.”

  “Why do most women want to be submissives? Do they enjoy being chained to bedposts?”

  “Submissives don’t have to enjoy anything. It is their place to obey their dominant. I would like there to be more women who are dominants, but in this cave the women are encouraged to be weak at a very young age and the men are encouraged to be strong. If they weren’t influenced in this

  way there would be more strong women in this cave.”

  “Human children are influenced in a similar way,” Franklin says. “Our culture influences our young to fill certain gender roles, but it is much different than your culture. Men and women are considered equals in human society.”

  “You mean there are an equal number of dominant women to dominant men in the human world?” Jujy asks, her eyes wide with interest.

  “No, in human couplings the man and the woman are equals.”

  “You mean two dominants will couple? Or two submissives? What is the point of that?”

  “No,” Franklin says. “There are no dominants or submissives. Everyone is equal.”

  “But if there is no dominant who provides the food?” she asks. “If there is no submissive who looks after the babies?”

  “They usually share all of the work equally,” he says.

  “But that’s stupid,” she says. “Dominants specialize in hunting. Submissives specialize in raising children. If both the dominants and submissives shared their coupling tasks neither would be very skilled at hunting or raising children. It is better to specialize. Then there will be one really good hunter and one really good child-raiser. I don’t see the point in having two hunters and two child-raisers.”