Frankie blinked as the glaring daylight gave way to the flashing neon lights inside the arcade. The place stank, she thought. Adolescent odor hung heavily in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of pocket change. Her heavy boots stuck to the carpet as she walked, and the canine cringed as she thought of the layer of spilled snacks and drinks beneath her feet. Still, the dark ambience and throbbing synth music somehow put her at ease, making her feel safe. She must have at least some memories of a place like this to make that sort of a connection, she thought to herself, but it would have to be a very early memory indeed if she couldn't articulate it.

This mysterious, wistful yearning sensation was part of what drove her as she wandered from place to place, searching for answers to questions she couldn't figure out how to ask.

She stopped herself before she got too lost in thought. She had plenty of time to think on the road. Now was a time for action.

She looked around now that her eyes had adjusted to the pulsing glow. There were brightly-lit cabinets everywhere, with evocative names like "Bioscape", "Dead Secrets 2", and "Android Hero". There were change machines speckled along the walls in between movie promo posters, and the center of the room was dominated by a circle of dance machines with game pads on the floor, barely visible behind a massive crowd. Good, she thought, the crowd would make her job easier.

She scanned the room for a target, and found what looked like a perfect mark. A small boy, with big floppy ears, barely tall enough to reach the controls of the machine he was fumbling with, dressed in loose pants and a long-sleeve shirt with a dragon on the back – or maybe that was supposed to be the front, Frankie thought. He was standing at a game called "Labyrinth of Justice" but Frankie could see the flashing "INSERT COIN" message at the top of the screen. She knew the game well – the player had to use a trackball to navigate a maze and reach the exit within a certain period of time. At higher levels, the time got shorter and the mazes got more complex, and at some point enemies would spawn in to block the player's progress.

Quick as a wink, she was behind him. 

"Hey kid," she said softly, "You ever actually play this game?"

The cub turned and looked up. He was clearly porcine, but not a type that Frankie could immediately recognize. His skin was dark, wrinkled, and covered in a layer of short fur, like peach fuzz. His nose was round and stuck almost straight out. 

"Are you here alone?" she asked without giving him a chance to answer the first question.

"I'm here with my big sis," he answered slowly, looking her up and down, "B-but she said I'm not s'posed to talk t' strangers . . ."

Frankie must have looked intimidating with her big black boots, ragged red hoodie, wild hair and abundance of piercings. 

"Well, my name's Frankie," she said softly, "and I'm gonna show you how to play this game, and then we won't be strangers anymore!"

Try as he might, the little pig-boy couldn't come up with a reason why that wouldn't work. But just in case, Frankie kept going before he changed his mind. She pulled a five-dollar bill out her wallet, and fed it to the glowing machine in exchange for ten credits. "Here," she offered, switching places with him, "You can be player two. You like being player two, right?" 

She grinned as she selected the "single player" option and hit 'start' hoping he wouldn't notice. Labyrinth of Justice was a notoriously difficult game, and she didn't want this brat messing up her high score more than needed. She watched him reach up to fumble with the trackball with one hand, and then clumsily shove his other hand down his pants. Frankie tried to restrain her glee. 

"What'cha doin' down there, kid?" she asked.

"Iunno," came the answer. 

"Does it feel good?"

"Iunno."
 
"Of course you don't," she scoffed, "c'mere." She shoved him close beside her, hiding his body between herself and the arcade machine, then pushed her own hand down the cub's pants alongside his own. He gasped and started to protest, but Frankie shushed him. "Look, the game's starting! Get ready!"

Just like the game, Frankie started slow and soft at first, running the cub's half-hard length along the palm of her hand and groping lightly at his balls while she used the trackball to guide her character onscreen through the first level. By the time she finished, the little pig-boy was quiet and fully-erect. "We got past the first level," she praised, "ready for the next one?"

"Uhhuh," he replied, fidgeting. 

As the second level started, Frankie got a little more firm. As she rolled the trackball this way and that, she tightened her grip on the cub's shaft and started to stroke properly. "Quite a little ‘joystick’ you've got down there," she grinned, briefly looking away from the screen. "Does the trigger work?" she slipped her thumb over the tip and rolled it around. The cub giggled.

She finished the second and third levels easily, but for some reason finishing off this cub was much more difficult than she thought it would be. She was stroking as hard and as fast as she could without drawing attention, and he was hard as a rock, but . . .nothing was happening, and she could tell that his attention was starting to wander. She needed a way to really get him going before she got noticed. 

"Here," she suggested as the fourth level started, "Keep playing with yourself down there, just do what I was doing, fast and hard." she didn't want to have to use two hands, she was already pretty close to beating her own high score. The cub didn't need too much convincing to keep jerking himself off, although he was incredibly clumsy at it. Frankie pushed him forward against the cabinet and slid his hand down past the elastic waistband of his hands and underwear. "Ready?" she warned, "here it comes . . ."

Just as level four finished, Frankie pushed a finger between his buttcheeks. 

"Ah!" the cub sputtered, unsure how to react.

"Yeah!" Frankie chimed in to cover up the sound, "new high score!" She jammed her finger in deeper and she could feel the cub's hips buck as he teetered over the edge all on his own, grabbing on to the ledge of the machine for support as the orgasm rippled through his body like an electric shock. She quickly pulled her hand away as the poor porcine continued to shudder, finally free to use both hands as the fifth level started. "Be sure to tell your big sis that you finally figured out how to use your joystick," she grinned, barely taking her eyes off the screen, "maybe you two will get a new high score together!”