Chucky, the convicted good guy doll, was running like an Oompa-Loompa in diapers who had just shat himself down by a prostitute-infested alley. His nose was destroyed by the smell of venereal diseases emanating from the women he traveled by. He had finally succeeded in having his name listed as a sex offender after all those failed attempts preying on young little boys. Additionally, he mistook a few street midgets for children to possess and got his plastic ass clapped. Now, the feds are involved and pursuing him, he barely managed to escape, badly injured and in need of a new body because a $20 bounty has been placed on his ginger head; an extra hundred for misogyny.

"What's the big deal, ya pigs!" Chucky barked at the cops on his trail. "I'm only forcing myself inside a child's body, is all... nothing deviant!"

Chucky hurried through the meandering path to get to the exit before the police could barricade it off. He had a targeted location in mind where he could carry out his soul transfer, Playtime Co, the Poppy Playtime toy factory. Freddy Fazbear's mega pizza plex is out of the picture given that Chucky ain't no filthy furry. He would rather press his mouth against an obese, diarrheic man's half-wiped butthole and rim it clean than possessing a fur suit.

"Sweet Gloria! There it is!" exclaimed Chucky, pointing at the factory as if he were speaking to someone. Chucky is a schizophrenic. Then, the sounds of hound dogs closes in on the poor doll. In shock, Chucky sharted before running towards the factory entrance, reeking and leaking.

Everything was gloomy inside the abandoned facility, save for the light seeping in from the outside and some barely functioning lights. Chucky searched out any toy he could get his hands on. A tall blue monstrosity, Huggy Wuggy, can be seen standing in the middle of an empty hall, looking like a demented asphyxiated Elmo. But because it is too massive to conceal itself in compact spaces, and Chucky likes to rob stores like a ninja, so it was passed up for other options.

It's not long after the good guy doll discovered the ideal-sized toy, and it's bug-eyed and red-headed too like him. Its a Poppy doll. To Chucky's dismay, it was a female doll.

"That'll do, pig... I guess" spoke the chuck with disappointment, he doesn't have much choice.

"All the more reason my son's gay, he got it from his father who fuckin' transitioned"

Too start the ritual, first, Chuck must create a pentagram on the floor. In the absence of any drawing supplies, he dipped his finger in his remarkably deep asscrack and swiped off a thick smelly Nutella ink around his nail, and used it to draw shitty symbols. And it's shitty not because of the literal crap he used but his artwork fuckin' sucks. Chucky is a shitty artist. Jackson Pollock be proud. Afterwards, he begun to slowly remove Poppy from her clothing, starting with her flowery panties that smelled of daisies, expired cinnamon and dust.

Chucky's molestation wasn't welcomed by Poppy who suddenly burst to life. "Eww piss off, you perverted ginger fuck!" Poppy pushed the redhead killer away from her.

"God Damnit!" exclaimed Chucky, hitting his back on the crap pentagram. "You ruined my most masculine PIMP overalls"

"Serves you ri-" Poppy stopped mid-sentence, seeing Chucky take off his shirt and revealing perfect abs as if his abdomen is a tray of fresh cornbread, accompanying it was a Spartan looking sweaty chest.

Poppy got instantly soaked. Lines of liquid dripped down her legs, gray from washing away the dust and cobwebs that had racked up around her animatronic snatch. This is the wettest she's gotten since the 1950s, assuming women from the 50s do get wet, as they all look dry in pictures. Chucky was a sexy mofo, a freaking model of a doll. The facial scars must have resulted from his fight for love and women's rights. Bet he's big down there too and fierce like the man who owns it.

"Say! What were you planning to do to me again?"

"I was going to enter your body, babe!" replied Chuck with an evil grin and sexy wink.

Hearing that made Poppy regret pushing Chucky away. She'd have had this perfect specimen exploring her puppet socket by now. "Well, proceed then, you now have my consent!"

"Hehe, what an easy bitch!" thought Chucky, snickering from glee. He picked up the feminine toy and placed her on the stinky ass pentagram. Poppy voluntarily spread her wet legs and demonstrated how flooded she was for him.

"Damn! Better not let the Japs see you, they'll have 2011 flashbacks" Chucky resumed where he had left off, dragging the stained garment down to the girl's ankles, letting loose more surging of pussy slime. Luckily, Chuck has a woodchuck in his pants that can block her flooding sluiceway. Following that, he reveled in the pale white mound of Poppy's puffy pancake pussy lips.

"Jesus Fuck! Are you sure you're made for kids? 'Cause that gooch sure looks to serve other purposes!" declared the amazed Chucky. He really can not believe what he was seeing. Poppy's vulva was heavily detailed close to real life: The texture, the clit, the everything! It's marvelous! The intense aromatic of opium poppy seeping out Poppy's vagina was ever so addicting too.

"That's right, Lover! It's made of actual cow twat" Poppy cooed and moo'd, "I was designed to be as realistic as possible"

Poppy went on to say that she was marketed to both children and adults, and that she would be played through the eyes of a child, and once that runt eventually know what the purpose of that cocoon hanging from his crotch was, she'd have her cunt ready for use as well. In short, she has a built-in fleshlight; Poppy's a pocket pussy.

Chucky was madly in love. Perhaps possessing this toy would be the wrong move, where it'll result him losing such a lovely creature. So he decided that instead of possessing her, he would fornicate with her.

"Mind telling me your name before we officially consummate our relationship?"

"Poppy Playtime" introduced Poppy seductively, "Fore is my middle name"

In a haste, Chucky unbuckled his trousers to reveal his eager wood, ready to serve his mate of the evening.

"Oh no!" hollered Poppy, shocked seeing the stitches all around the girth of Chucky's penis, "Don't tell me..."

"I'm not a Jew, bitch! Nor am I circumcised!" interrupted the Chuck, stopping the woman before she could spout any more bullshit. "I'm Chucky! I fell on a giant fan and got ripped to shreds, what do you expect"

"Oh okay! Teehee! You sure know how to give a gal a scare, Classic!" giggled Poppy, playfully flicking her fingers at the tip of Chucky's foreskin. "Boy! This little fella is hard!"

"No shit! It's plastic!" Chucky clarified before he vivisected his foreskin and released the bulbous dick-head. He was an innovative toy for his time, having a frayable foreskin for added realism and articulation. "Now, turn around, let me see that snowy-white butt, babe!"

Being submissive, Poppy followed the order, displaying her full beautiful ass.

"Hidey Ho! Spread your heiny, Hoe!" wolf-howled Chucky from elation. As soon as Poppy did so, it stretched her birth canal opening, giving Chucky the opportunity to bury his mutilated penis down deep within.

"Ohhhhhh! Go get it, Mini Me! Take my underutilized virginity!" Poppy felt her cherry pop popping, a shudder wracked her body when the hot, rigid tip of Chuck's chunk met the dead end of her womb. "God bless the little people!"

"Damn! Poppy!" moaned Chucky as he pounded the vaginal insides akin to his serial stabbings, "This is a tight squeeze!"

"Indeed! This is the first chapter after all!" remarked Poppy, loving it. She felt the stitches on the chuckster's mangled dangle lacerating her uterus walls into unfinished onion slices, and it's a wonderful feeling.

Beneath their moans and gasps, soggy smacks of sweaty skin banging together, minds shrouded in clouds of supernatural pleasures, slowly transforming the factory into their own hellscape of lust; a fucktory.

In the next moments, Poppy was practically fucked stupid, mindlessly drooling like a special kid. Chuck battered her with unrestrained want, his scarred mayo chucker trouser snake abominably thrusted deep into her, as if the good-guy doll wished to bore through her abdomen.

Then, and just like that, Huggy Wuggy woke up with longing for some playtime co-op. He tagged himself into the sex, crawling towards Chucky's smooth ass before puncturing both his arms into the doll's sweaty red-haired anus.

"What the Hell!?" blurted the confused Chucky, robust blows rocked his prostate as two blue limbs took turns thrusting into his rectal void like machinery. Chuck's animalistic fuckery was fueled by those searing punch combinations. With Huggy pushing him, Chucky picked up speed, pistoning at such fast velocity that the friction heated up Poppy's insides and his own cock. The higher the temperature, the more the plastic parts of his penis melted away, revealing the metal base of his toy pecker in the shape of a soldering iron.

"Ow!" Poppy felt a sting poked her delicates reminiscent to cervical ulcers, "I get you're known for stabbings, but try to minimize it during intercourse, Chucky love!"

"Sorry, Don't worry... I'm close" apologized Chucky, "My semen will be your greatest remedy!"

"I thought you already did" Poppy mistook the melted polymer coating every surface of her inner vulva for cum.

Squeezing his asscheeks, Chucky set his face into a perverted mask of determination. "Poppy! Here it comes, Here it comes!" His stubby knees were buckling, and the heated pellet-sized testicles inside the core of his plastic balls ricocheting all over like Powerball lottery.

Aided by Huggy Wuggy's fistings, Chucky tosses his head back, his red hair soaring. He hammered his groin forward, wrenching Poppy closer to his nuts.

"Ohh Shit! Take my cum!" screeched the Chuck as his cock upchucked chunky brewster in spastic fashion.

"Oh it's magic! so warm and thick!" Moaned Poppy, back bowing and religiously accepting every pump of nut fuel into her birth pit. Chucky laughed along with his ejaculation.

Huggy Wuggy yanked his arms out of Chucky after the sex had run its course, leaving a wrecked asshole with a permanent gape. Afterwards, Chucky pulled out of Poppy, his dick came out with stretchy webs of melted plastic attached to it like a slice of Chuck E. Cheese pizza.

"Phew! And that's what you get when you fuck with the Chuck!" Chucky said as he looked over the quivering Poppy.

Getting her shit together, Poppy stood up at last, although standing was still a challenge for her. "That was a good fuck, Chucky... but the question is, are you still up for round two?"

"Hoe! I starred in three sequels, a reboot and a damn series! Of course I can go for another round..." replied Chucky, "I'm gonna milk myself till I run dry"

To be Continued...