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“Are- Are you sure this is a good idea?” Gangle whined, pulling her hands close to her chest and glancing over the shoulder of the one in front of her.
“Whaddya mean?” A cheery voice hummed. Oh so different from the gruffness she was used to, but oh so close at the same time.
“What if- what if someone sees us?” She tried to pull her legs together, but they were trapped open on either side of their plastic body. “We’re not exactly hidden very well…” Gangle pouted. While she didn’t not want this, she would never live it down if they got caught.
The pair had run away from the ballgame and hidden underneath some bleachers, tucked against the back wall and far underneath anyone who might see them. Yet at the same time, it felt so open and public. It stirred a warmth in Gangle’s stomach. She delighted in the thrill of possibly being caught.
“You worry too much!” They chirped, leaning in to nuzzle the flat plane of their triangular head just underneath Gangle’s mask.
“Mh…” She sighed softly at the contact. Her hands moved to wrap around their body. One ribbon made contact with a wing and wrapped around it. The other snaked around their back and across their chest. The toybox character shuddered in delight.
“You sure are handsy, aren’t cha little lady?” They giggled, pulling back to look at her. Their eyes were focused on her now, and a playful light shone from them. They brought their own hands away from where they had braced her against the wall to touch her. Well, one hand and one claw. The sharp edge of the claw snagged dangerously against a ribbon near her chest.
The gasp of pure delight and need that she let out was embarrassing. She quickly hid her face in their chest and let out a squeal. Her porcelain mask flushed red across her cheeks.
“You like that?~” They purred, snagging her ribbon on purpose this time and giving it an experimental tug. The jolt of pleasure that ran through her body and straight to her groin made her salivate. She let out a pathetic whine.
“Yessss~” Gangle begged, leaning further against them like an animal in heat.
“What a good girl.” She could hear the smile in their tone. The more they played with her ribbons and caressed her, the more she melted against them.
“Haahh… Zo- Mh- Bazooble~” She had enough of a mind to correct herself, although she didn’t think the other would really care about her slip up. Gangle felt a bit guilty. Was it wrong of her to go after an evil copy of the person she had a crush on…? Maybe. But nobody needed to know how awfully depraved she was. Bazooble would be gone soon and her needs would be fulfilled. She’d be able to stop thinking about them like that. At least, that’s what she desperately hoped.
Hands trailed ever downward and although she had no true genitalia, Bazooble did have something to work with. A plastic hand pinched the end of the ribbon of her body between a thumb and forefinger. Gangle yelped, her arms tightening further around them. Their wing shuddered in its socket.
“It’s okay, I’m not gonna hurt ya.” They hummed, bringing their claw up to pry Gangle’s face away from their chest. “Look at me?” A soft plea. She easily obeyed.
The deep voids of her eyes blinked up at them. Even if they weren’t quite the same, it felt so much like Zooble. She felt dirty. She felt-
“Ngh!~” Gangle’s face scrunched up as she felt Bazooble pinch and roll the tip of her ribbon between their fingers. “N-Not so rough..” She whined. Every sense felt amplified. This was nothing like when she was locked away in her bedroom by herself. And this was nothing like anything real life had offered her.
“Sorry..” An apology. Their lids lowered and Gangle leaned in.
“It’s okay - just… be careful with me..?” The smallest smile pricked the edge of the line of her mouth. She could see the flush of their plastic headpiece from where she hovered so close.
“Y-Yeah! I promise.” Bazooble stuttered, a bit caught off guard by the sultry tone of the woman in their arms. Gangle’s smile grew, and with what little of a backbone she had, she leaned in to close the gap.
Was it truly a kiss? No, certainly not. But the feeling of porcelain pressed against plastic was so strangely comforting. It felt like home. It felt safe. She let out a gentle breath, the ribbons of her body relaxing with it.
Bazooble moved this time, pressing further against her and squishing her against the concrete wall behind them. Their claw held her gently and lifted her up so her feet dangled off the ground. Gangle squeaked as she felt the press of their plastic body between her legs, now held up primarily by their body. A thought crossed her mind. Did they even have a-
“Oohh~” She tilted her head back, breaking their connection as Bazooble began to play with her again. Their hand moved slower now, more gentle, more tender. Her whines and soft moans egged the abstract avatar on. Their antennae twitched with concentration.
Absent chatter from the NPCs above filtered through. A chime of the scoreboard as someone scored a point. Neither cared about what happened out on that field anymore. Bazooble had been fairly into the game at first, but the moment they’d been lured away from the pitcher’s mound they had sprung the trap.
As the girl under their hands dissolved further they grew more confident. Their fingers released the tip of the ribbon and wandered to the opening of the cavity of her body. The moment they dipped their finger inside Gangle gasped loudly and the ribbons of her lower body constricted like a snake.
“Golly!” Bazooble said with palpable amazement, their pupils dilating as they gazed at her. They looked at her like she was the most interesting thing in the whole world.
“D-Don’t say that!” Gangle squeaked, her mask flushed a deep red. She made Bazooble think of another girl for a moment, a girl that would certainly never feel the same.
This whole situation was rather embarrassing for Gangle. She wanted it so badly but how was she supposed to know how to handle this stupid body? The most she’d ever done was experiment in her room with a few pillows and her own ribbon hands. This was so much different. She felt as if she’d been thrown into the deep end with no chance of survival. They had hands, real hands with digits that curled and caressed.
“Mhh..” She whined, feeling small and awful for being so out of her element.
“Ya gotta relax if ya want me to keep goin’.” They nuzzled against Gangle’s mask with the side of their head. They were so soft despite being a collection of plastic shapes. “Yer all pent up.” Bazooble’s voice was husky in her ear and she thought she’d combust right there and then. “Let me take care of ya.”
Gangle let out a shuddering gasp. It was like they knew just the right things to say to make her unravel. Slowly but surely, she relaxed the tension within her ribbons. Bazooble hummed in satisfaction. And then their hand began to move again.
Slowly they slid their index finger in and out, prying moans from Gangle’s lips with ease. It felt so strange for her. She felt everything as if she had before, despite being made of ribbon and air. Bazooble soon grew bolder, slipping another digit in alongside it. The poor girl squealed at the feeling. Their fingers were so thick, and even though the cavity of her body was plenty big enough, it still felt as if they were stretching her open.
“So.. mhh…” She arched her back into them, pressing their chests together. For a moment Gangle wondered if this position was hurting their wrist. It didn’t seem the most comfortable. Her train of thought was easily derailed as they rammed their fingers deeper into her core. “Ah!~” Gangle keened, cartoonish steam pouring out of the sides of her mask.
Bazooble set a quick, hard pace, their breathing speeding up with both the arousal and exertion of the situation. Their plastic chest rose and fell, their eyes big and full of need. They wished they had the parts to take Gangle and make her theirs. They wanted to ruin her and build her back up again. Alas, they would take what they could get. The parts they had equipped would have to work.
“Nggghh..” The girl’s ribbon hands began to wander. The ribbon wrapped tightly around their wing remained while the other around their chest loosened. It danced across the smooth hard plastic shell of their body. So gentle and so soft. Bazooble has never felt anything quite like the satin of her ribbons.
“Do these- mh- does this feel good?” Gangle spoke in barely a whisper. Her ribbon ghosted against the empty socket under their left arm. It rubbed around the edge and threatened to dip inside.
She’d gazed at Zooble long enough to wonder how they might work in the bedroom. One of her first conclusions was that maybe, just maybe, those soft plastic sockets could be used for more than what they were meant for.
“O-Oh!” Bazooble’s movements faltered and their face visibly flustered. “Gosh- I mean - it’s uh-“ They stumbled over their words. A kitten-like smirk found its way onto Gangle’s mask.
“Mh-hmm.” She nodded as if she was listening and then slipped the end of her ribbon inside. Bazooble’s eyes went wide and their wing stiffened up under her grasp.
“D-Duuhh-“ They blinked at her, their hand fully halted. Gangle couldn’t help but giggle, just a little bit.
“I want you to feel good too.” She playfully pressed her body down against their fingers, sliding them deeper. At the same time, her ribbon wormed its way further inside. The plastic socket was tight, but not incredibly so. After all, it was made for accepting things much bigger than Gangle’s ribbons. Bazooble let out a shuddering moan. The sort that might slip out through overexertion while moving a heavy object.
“You don’t have to tell me twice!” They regained their composure somewhat and nodded. Bazooble resumed their movements, all while Gangle began slowly thrusting her hand in and out of the socket. Their antenna twitched and they couldn’t help the groans that fell from their non-existent lips.
Gangle on the other hand, was quickly growing into a pathetic mewling mess. Her dignity was swiftly becoming second place to getting her rocks off.
Bazooble had never seen a prettier girl. Well maybe… no, they wouldn’t think about that for too long. Gangle was wonderful, and they were more than delighted to make her theirs, if only for the moment.
As things began to grow to a crux, hands stuttering and voices wavering, a noise made the pair pause. A crunch of gravel well off to the left, much further towards the field. An annoyed grumbling of swears and other curses.
Had they been caught?
Gangle felt her blood run cold as she leaned forward to peek over Bazooble’s shoulder. What she saw nearly made her faint.
Standing a fair ways away and now poised under a beam, was Zooble themselves. They very luckily hadn’t noticed anything, too focused on whatever they had in their hands. They leaned back against the metal beam as they flicked at something with their left hand.
“Ughh.. Come on stupid thing.” Zooble grumbled. The flick of the wheel of a lighter.
As Gangle watched them, she became much too aware of Bazooble’s fingers still shoved deep inside the cavity of her body.
“Who is it??” Bazooble whispered, although their whispering voice wasn’t very quiet.
“Shh!” Gangle unraveled her ribbon to press against wherever she thought their mouth was.
Zooble let out a soft sigh, tilting their head back and staring up at the stands above them. A cloud of smoke encircled their triangular head. Gangle had no idea Zooble smoked.. or even that they could smoke. It smelled so familiar.
She melted against Bazooble a little further, pressing her chin against them and relaxing her ribbons, although through no conscious act of her own.
Bazooble, getting the entirely wrong idea about the situation, took this as a queue to continue. Three fingers moved out and slid home deep within the airy body of the other character.
“Mh-!” Gangle’s eyes went wide and she had to cover her own mouth to prevent any further noises from slipping out. The desire that burned in her stomach was so delightful, she could barely stand it. It was disgusting, it really was. But it felt so good. Zooble was right there. At any moment they could turn around and see what an awful whore she was. And that made it even more exhilarating. Gangle’s eyes watered and a few stray tears dripped down her cheeks as Bazooble continued to fuck her on their fingers.
“Stupid fuckin’ ball game. These adventures are always so stupid.” Zooble mumbled, kicking at the gravel with one foot and taking another drag off of the cigarette clasped in their claw.
Gangle’s breathing was rough and irregular. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from Zooble even if she wanted to. Bazooble grew bolder, a fourth finger slipped in, most of their knuckles going with it. Gangle choked down a scream just as a cheer roared through the stadium. Tears of pleasure dripped down her face and onto the plastic of Bazooble’s body.
“Shh…” They hummed, rubbing Gangle’s back with their spare claw. The girl felt like a mess. She couldn’t believe what she was doing. But… she might as well make the most of it. Despite her better judgment, she began thrusting her hand in and out of Bazooble’s socket once more. She felt them shiver and stutter.
Zooble was about halfway through their smoke break, seeming to calm down as they let themselves zone out for a few moments.
“Can you take it all?~” Bazooble whispered, their voice so soft and so sweet.
“Hm..?” Gangle moved back to look at them and blinked slowly like a sleepy cat. She felt as if they’d be caught immediately once she tore her eyes away from Zooble. However, nothing happened.
Her ribbons pooled deeper inside of their hollow plastic chest.
Bazooble gestured down to their hand. They’d nearly fit the whole thing inside her. God… was she really that bad? But looking at where they were connected only made her want it more. Her stomach burned and churned with desire. She nodded vehemently. She could take it all. Anything they gave she could handle.
Bazooble’s eyes crinkled in a smile. It was rather adorable. Although that innocent facade was quickly broken when they began to push further.
The pressure was odd, and a little uncomfortable. She knew if she were human, this would never have worked. Or at least, not without a great amount of careful preparation. She had an incredibly vague memory of doing something similar once. Yet here, in this strange silken body, she’d try anything. If anything, it was more fuel to her innermost desires. The pressure built until Bazooble’s fist finally popped past the invisible barrier and into her body.
The feeling was electric. All of her ribbons tightened around them and within them too. It took everything in her power to only let out a tiny, fractured whine.
“Good girl~” Bazooble whispered, fanning the fire in her gut.
Zooble let out a final sigh and stomped the butt of the cigarette under their heel.
“Back to whatever the fuck is on that field I guess…” They huffed. “And where the hell did Gangle go??” Zooble sauntered back off the way they had come from, back towards the game. The crunch of gravel under plastic slowly faded into the background.
“H-Holy - nghh..” Gangle wheezed out, Bazooble’s fist up to their forearm was now lodged inside her. “So-So much… Youuu… Ghhh…” She was a mess. Now that Zooble has left, her adrenaline came crashing down and left her feeling panicked and even more nervous than usual.
“You’re doin’ great.” Bazooble nuzzled at the side of her mask affectionately.
“I-I’m nnggh… T-Thanks…” Gangle struggled to focus her eyes. The ribbons of her body fluttered around the intrusion. “Haah…” She let out a breath as her eyes fell closed. She attempted to relax, now letting herself be entirely at their mercy. “G-Go ahead…”
“And do what?~” The grin in their voice was clear. Bazooble wanted to push harder, to get just a bit more from her.
“Mh- haah.. You- You know what…” She whined.
“I don’t know… Do I?~”
“Mm…” Gangle took a shaky breath and opened her eyes to lock with their mismatched ones. “Go ahead and- and fuck me already!” She squeaked out, smacking their chest lightly with her free hand. Bazooble’s eyes blew wide open, their smaller eye dilating like a cat. They looked like they wanted to ravish her, and ravish her they did.
Their plastic arm began to piston in and out, steady and hard. Each deep thrust made her insides jolt sinfully.
Gangle mewled and cried in delight, holding them tight and trying her best to focus on giving them some semblance of pleasure as well. Her movements were shaky and unfocused. Bazooble let out a rough grunt as they grabbed the ribbon inside their socket and pulled it out. They pinned it above Gangle’s head as they locked eyes.
“Just focus on me.” Gangle’s heart nearly stopped when they spoke. The huskiness and low tone of their voice perfectly mimicked their counterpart for that moment. If she had the proper parts, she would’ve been soaking wet. She nodded shakily. “Good girl.” She melted under the praise, eyes slipping closed as they began to move again.
“H-Holy fuuuck~” Gangle whimpered. Every sense felt amplified. Heat built in her core higher and higher, her moans pitching louder with it. She could hear the creak and groan of the plastic as it strained under the movement and force of its host. Bazooble’s panting was like a melody to her.
“I’m- I’m - So close! More- more!” She demanded, pushing down pathetically against them in a desperate attempt to get what she wanted. They obeyed her commands, muttering a curse under their breath.
Gangle’s orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, washing away her consciousness for a few moments as she cried out. Her whole body shuddered and shook, tightening over the plastic amalgamation she’d chosen as a lover.
Everything felt perfect.
And for a brief moment, she felt almost human.
“Haaah.. Hoooh… G-Gosh…” Gangle gulped down breaths of air as if she needed to breathe. Bazooble carefully retracted their arms as her body relaxed. If they had skin, it would’ve been covered in bright red rope burns.
“Are ya alright?” They asked, brows knitted in concern as they gently lowered her back onto her own two feet. She leaned against them a bit, her legs felt like jelly. She giggled and hid her face behind her ribbon hands.
“Mm-hm.” She nodded quickly. “T-That was really nice.” A gentle smile graced her mask.
“Oh! I’m glad ta hear that!” Bazooble chirped, eyes crinkled in an adorable smile. Their pupil drifted and now only the smaller eye actually looked at her. Gangle snickered and lifted a hand to the bottom of their head.
“You’re cute.” She hummed, pressing a “kiss” between their eyes.
“Golly!” Bazooble exclaimed, averting their eyes away from the pretty girl in front of them sheepishly.
“N-Now I guess we should probably get back to the game…”
And thus, their little rendezvous came to a close. Gangle was much more wobbly on her feet than before and stumbled over both her words and the field. Bazooble couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot and missing the ball. If anyone noticed, they didn’t say anything. However, Zooble adopted quite the glare towards their counterpart. They were sure something had happened between the two, but they just couldn’t place their claw on it.