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(“Hi”)=Pluey translation
"Okay, guys. I'm on Mike duty now, so you know the rules. No calling me by my actual name if you decide to come outside, and be cautious. ANYONE could be watching." Battat, now in his spiffy Mike costume, said to his partners, both of which were hardly listening. Jongler was sitting on the tattered sofa, fiddling with their buttons, wiping over them with a damp cloth to keep themselves clean, and Pluey was sitting at the dinner table, fanning himself with a random sheet of... Wait.
"PLUEY! CAN YOU PLEASE PUT THOSE PAPERS BACK!? THOSE WERE ALPHABETISED, AND I NEED EVERYTHING TO STAY IN TOP CONDITION FOR MY RESEARCH!" Battat yelled. With a very dramatic sax sigh, Pluey slammed the stack of papers back on the table, a paper or two sliding out and onto the floor. "God, you two can be genuine eejits sometimes." Jongler looked up from what they were doing in a surprised annoyance. "Oi! I wasn't even doin' anything!"
"You're existing in the same vicinity as Lord Ragebait over here. And you were with him before you guys got with me!" Battat pointed out. "Angel above, you two are bothersome." Jongler crossed their arms and snapped back "You gotsta leave, boss." Battat gasped, mildly shocked that he was being talked to this way. "We- wai- WHY ME!?" Although it seemed like a stupid question, Battat was genuinely asking. And Jongler was more than happy to answer. "Well, you's Mike now, and me and Plues don't wanna bother ya!" Pluey nodded along, as he finished straightening the papers on the desk.
*Pissed sax noises* (“If we annoy you so much, why don't you just stay as Mike with Tenna?”) Battat stammered as he struggled to find an answer, before finally sighing and letting himself only be slightly vulnerable. He took off his Mike head and held it close as he looked at his partners.
“*sigh* I'm sorry, guys. I'm trying to get… myself under control. But you both know better than anyone about how stressful this job is. I'm not looking for sympathy.” Though it was too late. For a menacing bouncer and the sub leader of a gang, both Jongler and Pluey had hearts softer than their shared mattress. They both hopped over to Battat, knelt down to his level and both planted a kiss on each of his cheeks.
“We know youse are trying to keep yourself under control. But we loves ya either way, Batts! You are da best thing that's ever happened to us!” Pluey nodded in agreement, letting out a shrill saxophone noise, showing his joy. Battat placed his Mike head on the floor and wrapped his arms around his partner's necks. “You guys are such saps!” He laughed, trying his hardest not to let the blush cover his face. “You love it though.” Jongler added, seeing the struggle Battat was going through to not take them there now. But of course…
“OH MIIIIIIKE! IT'S TV TIME, AND I NEED MY VOICE RAMPED UP FOR THE SATURDAY MID MORNING SPECIALS!” Reality set in. Battat let out a short, slightly pissed exhale. “Well, that's my cue.” He picked up his head and placed it on his padded shoulders. “Don't miss me too much, will ya?” He said, with a twinge of annoyance in his voice, but trying to keep it as sweet as he could. *Charming saxophone noise* (“Me and Jongler aren't strong enough on our own without you to keep us lifted.”) The foam head started to blush on its own, as he struggled to find his words. “I'LL SEE YOU BOTH TONIGHT.”
“We'll see ya, boss!” Jongler yelled, as Battat ran out the door and into the long corridor. Both Pluey and Jongler let out a laugh, finding the quick fluster of their boyfriend absolutely hilarious. They closed the Mike door behind them and sat down on the couch, with Pluey leaning on Jongler underneath their right arm, and Jongler themself curling their singular snake like leg under their torso and wrapping their arm around Pluey's waist, using their left hand to reach the nearby remote and binge watch the same trash TV show for the rest of the day until they fell asleep in each other.
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3 hours later, Pluey was fast asleep, quietly purring in Jongler's lap, while they were slowly petting him with one hand. In the other, they had their phone in their hand, quickly reading through a self indulgent piece of fiction they had created. All their deepest desires and sexual fantasies that they possibly couldn't relay to their partners. What would they think of them?
They felt a growing heat expand in the lower parts of their stomach. They then suddenly realised that Pluey was resting his head directly where the warmth was directing itself to. (Oh no no no no no no not now please not now!) They very gently placed the hand they were petting Pluey with under his head, letting his soft jet black hair run in-between their fingers.
Putting their phone down on a nearby table face up, they used their other hand to grab a nearby pillow, resembling their lap. And as slowly as they could, still trying to hide the bulge in their custom made trousers, shuffled out from under Pluey's head, where he was still snoring, and quickly replaced themself with the pillow, and finally let go of his hair, the smell of jazzberries and catnip lingering faintly on their hand.
They stood up, looked down at their partner and blushed harder, holding their hand up to their face, the scent of him being stronger, and making them blush even harder. They needed to quickly get into the bedroom and relieve themself. It would only take a few minutes, and they'll be right back to slowly petting their boyfriend. They silently bounced over to the bedroom, trying to not let the clack of their belt wake up Pluey.
They got to the bedroom and closed the door, finally able to throw the belt on the floor and shuffle their pants down to let their unique style of genitalia finally breathe. They hopped over to the bed, sat down, letting their leg hang over the side, and using their hand that smelt like the Shadowguy in the next room, wrapped it around their phallus and slowly let their hand move up and down, moaning as softly as they could.
Speaking of the Shadowguy in the next room, he suddenly felt the subconscious lack of pets he was now not receiving. He stirred out of his dream state and found that the lap he thought he was sleeping on had been replaced with a pillow! He let out a chord of confusion, wondering where his partner was. He sat up and frantically looked around until his (nonexistent) eyes landed on the glow of a phone on the table next to the sofa. He crawled over to it and saw that the screen was still open. He was about to close it and give it back to Jongler (as soon as he found them) when he saw a sentence on the screen that made him stop in his tracks.
“And as he continues to bounce on me, I feel like a grenade in the midst of a battle waiting for the pin to be pulled out. All I want, at this moment, is to explode inside him and with the way that he's going, he might make that happen soon. Screaming frantic notes into the void of ecstasy, I tell him to keep going. That just a few more moments of this will make us both experience the sheer pleasure of a release.”
All he wanted to do was keep reading. The self indulgence he could feel resonating from the piece was intoxicating to him. As he read more lines, he took off his blazer, the heat getting to him. “The smaller of my 2 loving partners next to us doesn't make me feel any less loved. The toy that vibrates inside of him makes me go crazy. And when he wrapped his arms around my head, kissing me all over, I have an even bigger urge to let myself go.”
…Pluey stared at the phone in shock. Blushing, sweating, and mouth agape, he continued to fix his eyes on the screen. And the next set of lines only solidified what he was starting to theorise. “The taller of the two places his soft shadowy hand on one of the buttons on my chest, slowly pushing it down and making me almost let myself shoot inside him, but he leans down, not letting himself accidentally slip out but still bouncing, the sound of our skins slapping against each other, he softly plants a kiss on me and whispers a string of chords and notes in the sexiest tone I have ever heard. Though he can't speak English, I and the smaller, green and white one next to us know exactly what he's saying. ‘Only 10 more seconds.’”
He finally turned the phone off, his blush covering his entire face and his garments getting extremely tight, so much so that he had to take them off, only leaving his white undershirt and boxers, showing an extremely obvious bulge in them. He tried taking some deep breaths, but then he kept thinking about the scenario in that story. Who would've thought that Jongler was so forward. Pluey himself never would've expected that their fantasies were so out there.
And it wasn't until he finally snapped out of his trance from post-reading that he heard a soft noise coming from the bedroom. Almost like a soft… moaning noise? He pressed his ear to the wall to hear better, and heard a low voice trying not to shout out loud. He pressed his ear further to the wall to listen to what the voice was saying. “Mmh… fuck…” He quickly backed away from the wall, letting out a quiet shriek of assorted notes, a bright red almost replacing the true black in his face.
He picked himself up and took in a deep breath. He thought about what to do, and his mind suddenly directed to the growing bulge in his pants. He then thought about the story. And finally, he thought about what he could be doing for Jongler. If he decided to go into that bedroom, he would change the perception of him and their relationship forever. But right now, he didn't care. He needed relief, and he's pretty sure that Jongler needed relief as well.
And in almost no time at all, he found himself outside the bedroom door. Before grabbing the handle, Pluey thought about what Jongler would do or say. He at least hoped they would be kind enough to let him join in on what was going on in there. And so, without thinking for another second, he gently opened the door.
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“PLUEY!!! WH- WHA- HOW DID- WHEN DID YOU WAKE UP!?” Jongler yelled, scrambling to cover themself up with a nearby blanket. Pluey suddenly realised how crazy this plan was. He tried explaining himself without letting his voice crack way too much, but then, Jongler noticed the very obvious bulge in his pants. They blushed like crazy, mostly out of embarrassment, but also out of the concept of what they could do together. Pluey stepped closer, not making (concepts of) eye contact with his partner, until they were only a few centimeters apart from each other. Jongler moved their (less sticky) hand to Pluey's and gently held it.
“Plue… did yous see what was on my phone?” They quietly asked. Pluey nodded, still not directly looking at them. “Did you… like what you read?” He finally looked at his partner in the face, and faintly let out a note in positivity, and instantly tried apologising for going through their phone. “No no no don't worry about it, Plues! I knew I left it on, I had just been… a bit occupied?” They reassured him, gesturing at their nether regions. Pluey slightly laughed, moving to sit on their (still cushioned) lap, moving his hands around their neck for support. They moved their hand around his back and pulled him in closer.
“Oh Plues, you know I loves ya, yeah? I ain't mad at yous for looking through my phone. I just hope that it made yo- MMMH!!” Without waiting another moment, Pluey slammed his lips into Jongler's face, holding them tight and letting out a string of notes in a low hum. “Heh… Pluey, ya knows I don't have a mouth.” He pulled away to nod, and with the most smug face imaginable, went straight back in. Jongler laughed slightly, and their voice went a few tones lower. “Kitty cat, if you wants me to really feel the effects of that adorable mouth of yours, ya can always go a little lower.” Pluey pulled back and looked at them in shock. They then suddenly realised that they may have gone a bit too far.
“O-oh, I'm sorry Plues! Was that too- HUH!?” Pluey let himself slide off their lap, taking the blanket with him, and letting his knees fall onto it while he planted his hands on the side of the bed, looking at the genital in front of him. He took his right hand and slowly started to move it up and down their shaft. “O-oh. Oh wow. Haha, Plue… when did you learn to… haah… move your hand like dat?”
All Pluey could do in reply was lean in and give the body part a soft kiss, letting a small drop of spit stay on it. He looked up at Jongler with a soft blush in his face, begging without words to let him go all in. And in reply, they moved their hand to the back of his head, fingers becoming entangled in his jet black hair, almost the exact same way that it was when they were both laying on the couch just a few moments ago.
Pluey took this as a sign to say that he was free to do what they both wanted. He straightened his back, moved in closer and gave their cock a much longer kiss this time, mimicking how he would kiss them normally. He then opened his mouth, and let his tongue roll out and for a moment, stopped his quickening hand movements to hold it in place. From where his finger and thumb connected around the shaft to the very tip, he used his tongue to glide up as slow as he could, his gaze entirely focused on their crotch.
Jongler groaned, getting their fix, but also just slightly impatient. “Plues, I don'ts wanna rush ya, but I'm also gettin’ real desperate here. I needs ya so badly, so could yo-UUU OO-OHHMMMYY ANGEL!” Barely letting them finish (their sentence), Pluey opened his mouth wide enough to fit their entire cock in and closed his lips around the tip, taking his hand away and back on the bed to balance himself upright.
Taking a deep breath in through his nose, he slowly let himself get pushed down onto the phallus, Jongler's hand and fingers still tangled in his hair. They have to restrain themself to not completely let the mixture of love and lust overtake them and slam their boyfriend's face into their crotch. But luckily, Pluey does that for them himself. Halfway into the body part, he starts to feel the very tip tickle his uvula, and considering the fact that he never wants this moment to end, he slammed his mouth all the way down, lips touching the very base of their cock.
Jongler, almost hyperventilating at this point, almost turned completely red from the amount of blushing. “Jeez louise, Pluey. How…mmhh… did you learn- nnNNGH!” They could barely finish a sentence at this point, with how amazing Pluey was with his mouth, but they tried. “How… did yous learn to be this good with…*inhale* mouth stuff?” They eventually managed to get out. Pluey, who was, in small rapid bounces, sucking on their cock, slowly took it out of his mouth with a *pop* and multiple strings of saliva connecting his mouth to their body part, and with a quick wipe of the back of his hand, looked up at them and let out a small laugh.
In (weirdly) seductive sounding saxophone noises, Pluey explained to Jongler (“Most of the Shadowguy species are fuck-buddies with each other. I was one of them before I got the Mike job and with you and Battat!”) Jongler seemed interested at this fact. “Huh. Is that so?” Pluey nodded. And said in an even sexier sounding sax tone, (“I was originally created as a bunny Shadowguy for a reason~”)
Jongler placed their hand behind their neck and giggled slightly, mostly because of nerves, but also because even though Pluey may be a cat Shadowguy now, his bunny Shadowguy characteristics and personality have gone nowhere. And almost like clockwork, Pluey went back down on their cock, now familiar with the shape and size, went only half way down before starting to suck on them.
Letting out soft moans that replicated the sound of a sax once more, he once again slid up from their cock and panted slowly. Jongler could see he was thinking of something, but they couldn't figure it out. “Plue, what's ya doi-IIIIIIIINNGG OHHH MY FFFFUCKING ANGEL!!” And once again, with no warning, Pluey opened his mouth wide and took in every. Last. Inch. Of what he could from his partner's length.
All the way down to the very base and keeping himself there for what seemed like a long time, using the free space in his mouth to let his tongue lick the foreign object currently in his mouth. And as Jongler finally let themself tear their gaze away from the sky and back down to their loving boyfriend, it looks like Pluey had just cemented something in his head. As slowly as existently possible and pursing his lips tighter around the dick, he, for the final time, pulled his mouth out, the smallest drop of cum travelling in his mouth with him. Pluey stood up, inhaling and exhaling even harder now, and grabbed Jongler by the shoulders.
“P-pluey?! Wh- what are ya doin’? I-I thought- WHOA!” Suddenly, Pluey shoved them hard, letting their upper body fall onto the bed, and, after a quick struggle of taking off and discarding his boxers, his own shadowy genitalia finally breathing, he climbed on top of Jongler and lined his own pussy up with Jongler's cock, while also holding his own in the hand that wasn't currently holding him up to help him tower over his partner.
Being intersex while in a polyamorous relationship had to be one of the best things Pluey could ever dream of. And knowing that dream was actually real, a dream where his two partners could make use out of 2 real sex organs attached to one person, made him feel like the most special Shadowguy in all of TV World. Granted, all Shadowguys were intersex, so maybe it was just the simple fact that he was in a committed relationship with 2 other people other than other Shadowguys.
“Pluey? A-are ya sure yous wanna do dis? There's a chance that I could’s be too big for ya.” Jongler tried asking. Pluey looked down at them, and said, in his own special way (“Of course I'm sure, Rubberbrain!”) Poking fun at the special nickname their other partner had made for them, they both laughed, and stared into each other's faces, smiling (however they could) warmly.
Pluey finally tried lowering his, now wet, glistening hole into Jongler, the ridge of the tip meeting the inside of the folds of his pussy. A red hot blush covered his face, and it took everything in Jongler to not immediately shoot inside him. Pluey lowered himself even further, the saxophone noises getting louder with every millimetre. Jongler, breathing in and out, trying not to yell as loud as humanly possible, placed their hand on Pluey's thigh, trying to keep themselves calm and collected.
And almost a whole minute of teasing later, Pluey finally gave them some mercy, and slowly went past the tip and lowered himself halfway onto Jongler. He finally let himself scream out the noises of his saxophone pipes that showed his love for his partner in that moment.
Jongler could barely keep any air in their lungs, not just because while Pluey was lowering himself down on them, he was also kissing them and practically sucking their soul out, but also because of the fact that their hand could barely replicate the feeling of Pluey's own body. They felt so privileged that they had such an incredible partner, not just for sexual desires, but for everything.
Thinking about this, Jongler pushed themself up from the bed, surprising Pluey. (“Jongler? What are you-”) with the shriek of a sax, Jongler used their large frame to hoist him off them (and their cock, which Pluey whined at the loss of) and used their whole body to gently shove Pluey down onto the bed face down. Jongler was behind him, holding him by the waist and letting him try to process what just happened. And as he was, he pushed himself up from his face and onto his knees. He almost snapped his neck, turning to look back at Jongler.
(“JON! WHAT THE- oh.”) From angry to shocked, he saw what they wanted to do. Jongler wrapped their arms around Pluey's chest, and he moved his own arms around their head, kissing them where he thought their mouth would be once more. Jongler rubbed their dick against Pluey's pussy, making him quietly moan as he kissed them.
Pluey let go, and spread his legs slightly, still keeping himself up by the knees and still having his right arm wrapped around the back of Jongler's head, while his left arm went down to his own cock, holding it lazily in his hand, whimpering and waiting for what he knew him and Jongler both wanted. Jongler properly lined up their dick with Pluey, and pushed themself in, moaning into Pluey's shoulder. “S-shit, Plues… you feel so damn incredible.” Pluey could only reply with a low chord.
He stroked his own cock with the rhythm of Jongler pushing in and out of him, starting off slow. Pluey tried to stay as quiet as he could, but he couldn't help letting out a string of chords and notes of ecstasy, barely sounding legible. What Jongler could make out though was an amalgamation of (“Fuck… go faster… please… I need you inside me… I want you… I need you…”) and general moaning. And Jongler wasn't any quieter. They made the same, if not louder and more vulgar, noises in reaction to Pluey's sounds. “Plues, I can't- AAAGH *gasp* nnngh… fffucking believe yous feel dis… mmh… dis good.”
They started to push in and out faster, the sound of skin slapping against each other echoing off the walls of the small room. Pluey's moaning got louder, and started to become more jumbled in his moaning and yelling. (“FUCK, PLEASE… PLEASE I NEED YOU!”) Jongler's movements got sloppier and quicker, almost bottoming out inside Pluey, who had to bite his lips so hard, he almost made himself bleed. Jongler could feel themself getting closer and closer to climax, and started to slow down, but Pluey had other ideas.
(“What… did I keep… saying? Don't… fucking… stop.”) Pluey sang, lowering himself deeper into Jongler. “Uh, P-plues, I-I don't w-wanna… uhm… I- I dunno how to put dis…” Pluey turned his head back as far as he could and whispered in a seductive chord (“Please… cum inside me. I need you… all of you… inside me. Don't stop, don't worry, just let yourself go.”) Panting excessively, he looked at Jongler with a newfound determination, blushing so hard, his face was the colour of his Mike bow tie. “P-pluey! A-are ya sure? I just… don't want anything long-term to-”
(“Jon, if you're worried about pregnancy, don't. I don't even think us Darkeners can… even get pregnant. And even if we could, I'm positive it certainly won't happen to us.) Both of them stopped the movements to talk about this. Jongler was still inside him, but was clearly worried about causing a real issue. “Pluey, are you genuinely sure? I… I don't think that with our Mike job, we would have time to take care of a kiddo.” Pluey smiled, and kissed them on the cheek. (“We'll figure it out if it comes to it.”) Jongler (in their own way) smiled, and nodded in agreement.
Pluey then took Jongler's hands which were still wrapped around his chest, held them both in his hands and tried to lower himself onto Jongler's dick. (“But, please… I'm still so desperate for you… I want you so deep inside me that I can barely think! I want you to fuck me so hard, I forget how to speak!”) He moaned, taking the moment back. Jongler beamed, and pulled almost all the way out, almost letting the tip fall out. (“W- wait! Jon, what are you-”)
Suddenly, Jongler slammed straight back into him, letting their dick go all the way inside him, all the way to the base. A loud slap echoed in the room. (“AAAAAAGH!!! OH MY FUCKING AAANGEL, THAT FEELS SO AMAZING!”) He yelled, drooling from the sheer pleasure he felt. Jongler repeated this routine a few more times, and with Pluey's other hand still wrapped around his own cock, still stroking it to the same rhythm Jongler was fucking him to, and as they went faster, he stroked himself faster, but he almost didn't need to.
Seeing as the overstimulation was almost too much for both of them, Pluey started to almost twitch because of the insane feeling and let out a barrage of chords and notes. (“FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK PLEASEPLEASE INEEDYOUNOW! I NEED YOU TO CUM INSIDE ME NOW! PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME, JON! I NEED IT!”) Jongler, still railing Pluey as fast, but as gently, as they possibly could, they started to lose their mind and repeated their own vulgar words. “*gasp* FFFUCK, ANGEL ABOVE, YOU FEELS… SO FUCKING INCREDIBLE, PLUES! I-I…” They hugged Pluey tight and brought him in as closely as they could. “I…I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!”
And at the exact same time, both Pluey and Jongler finally came, with them finishing inside him, the repercussions being the last thing they were possibly thinking of. Breathing in and out, the heat of the moment finally cooling down, Jongler slowly took themself out of Pluey, and laid their head on the cushion. Pluey however, stayed on his knees, Jongler's fluids starting to drip out of him and stain the sheets. His face was still beet red, and he was looking directly at Jongler's direction. (“What was that last part?”) He asked them.
“Oh! Uhh, when I said I loves ya?” Jongler asked. Pluey nodded. “Well, I mean yeah, it was in da heat of da moment, but that doesn't mean I don't means it.” They confessed. Pluey finally let himself lay down on the bed, hugging his own pillow and turning his head to look at Jongler. (“You… really meant it?”) He asked in a quiet tone. “Of course I did, kitty cat. Why wouldn't I mean it?” They moved their hand to stroke Pluey's cheek, brushing his whiskers against their thumb. Pluey smiled, taking the hand against his cheeks and gently holding it, still against his face.
(“I love you too, Jon.”) If Zappers could cry, Jongler would be sobbing. They wiped away a non existent tear, and moved closer to Pluey, who also moved in closer. Pluey took his hand away to lazily wrap it around Jongler's waist, and (with Pluey doing most of the work) kissed each other, feeling the electricity of the day catch up to them both and the love in their hearts, which they had more than enough to share, caressing each other in that singular moment.
But when you have a high libido, those lustful feelings don't go away instantaneously. The kissing turned into full on making out, which made Pluey climb on top of Jongler and straddle them, and he could feel that they started to get hard again. “Mmh… Plue… maybe we should-” Pluey brushed his soaking wet pussy up against Jongler's half hard cock, leftover fluids from a few moments ago still spilling out of Pluey in droplets. “Ummm, I guess we could go for another round. But dis time, I have a small request for ya, Plues.” Ceasing the kissing and grinding, Pluey looked at Jongler with anticipation.
“Ya sees dat hat on da tableside?” Pluey looked over to the table next to the bed to see a brown cowboy hat. “If yous are going'a ride me likes a cowboy, I at least wants ya to look da part.” Pluey blushed, the shock of Jongler being so forward still a foreign sense to him. But he obliged. He leaned over and stretched to take the cowboy hat from the table and placed it on his own head. “Haha, it kinda suits ya, I wills admit!” They joyfully said to him. Pluey played the part well by tipping his hat and properly getting comfortable in Jongler's crotch. He then leaned down and whispered
(“Want me to break you in like a real horse, baby?”) Pluey talking sexy was also a foreign concept, but an absolutely welcome one. Jongler nodded frantically and almost started begging. “Yes, please kitty. I needs this so bad. I need you so… fuckin’ bad.” Pluey pushed himself up by the knees, took Jongler's cock to line it up with his pussy and slowly lowered himself onto it, not stopping this time and went all the way down to the base, his ragged breathing deciding not to stop. It felt so good, Pluey moved his hand to the cowboy hat, holding onto it tight, not for stability, but just for something to hold that wouldn't hurt anyone.
He started to bounce on their cock, not letting too much slip out, only going up a few centimeters before immediately going back down. Jongler started their string of moaning Pluey's own name, pet name and vulgar names as well, working with every drop of electricity in them to not thrust their hips into him too strong, only a little at a time. After about a minute or so, they had both found a rhythm, which was gradually getting faster.
Until suddenly…
“There you two clowns are! Thank the freaking angel, Tenna decided to let me go-”
The sight that beheld Battat was unbelievable. He didn't even notice until he took his Mike head off that his 2 partners were currently engaged in… activities. They both stopped in their tracks and stared at Battat, standing in the doorway, a dark shade of green covering his face. “O-oh. Oh wow. Uhm, so that's why you guys weren't… in the… main room.” Pluey and Jongler both looked at each other, a small dose of shame washing over them. “I-if you guys want me to, I can leave you alo-”
“Batts, get da hell up here.” Jongler stated, their newfound confidence making its way to their 2nd partner. And Battat didn't mind it one bit. “OKAY!” He, quite loudly, exclaimed, already taking his comically large tie off, kicking his suave shoes off and almost tearing off the blazer and trousers as he stumbled towards the bed. He climbed up the bed and lay next to Jongler, the only thing on his body now was his dishevelled, crinkled white polo shirt, the undone buttons showing off his glistening chest.
“So, um, what do you-” Battat was in the middle of saying before Jongler quickly moved their arm over to the bedside and took out something from the drawer. “Here. Use dis.” They demanded. Battat took the object from them and looked at it closely in his hands. “Jon! Is this a… a freaking dildo!? Where the HECK did you even find one of these?” He asked, completely shocked. “Well, when you know some Zappers who knows some Pippins, you know some friends on da inside.”
“And these ‘friends’... they don't have like… Dark AIDS or anything like that, right?” Both Jongler and Pluey let out possibly the loudest laugh ever. (“DARK AIDS!? OH MY ANGEL, BAT, THAT IS SO FREAKING FUNNY!”) Pluey tried to say between giggles. “HEY! It is a legitimate question!” Jongler's laughter just about died before they could reply. “No Batts. There are no ‘Dark AIDS’. I's ain't even sure dey're a thing. It's clean, you're good to go.” Battat breathed in before bringing the dildo closer to his pussy. It looked like that at the very base, there was a button. “Is t-this also a vibrator?”
Jongler made a gun clicking sound, indicating yes. Battat kept his blush on his face, which probably wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. As it just about touched his clit, he hovered his thumb over the button. “I-I, uhm… I kinda wanna try something. Once I actually get into the mood. Like, super into it, you know?”
Pluey and Jongler looked at him, an intense feeling of curiosity showing through them. (“What's that, Bat?”) Pluey asked. Battat looked up at him with intent. “Actually Pluey, this question is for you.” Pluey let out a chord of surprise. “Am I allowed to… uhh… have you choke me? I'll understand if you say-”
(“Yes.”) He said, not a hint of regret on his face. (“Yes! Do you know how much I've wanted to be choked out by this one here? But since they are the sweetest thing ever, they would always refuse!”) Jongler tried to defend themself by saying “I didn't wanna hurt yous! You know how big I am! I'm literally da muscles of da group!” Pluey slapped his forehead. (“That's the point, you gorgeous gentle giant! I wanna almost lose consciousness! I want to keep an ice pack on my neck! I wanna sound so out of tune, I can barely be classified as making saxophone noises anymore!”) Battat and Jongler both looked at him with surprise. Pluey stayed silent for a moment, touching the tips of his fingers together. (“... I like being in short term pain”)
“WE FIGURED, PLUE.” Battat said. “But now, now that you've said that, it's honestly kinda a turn on.” Pluey smiled, and happily bounced from delight. “AAH! SSSHIT! MMMmmhh…”
… While forgetting he was still inside Jongler this whole time. (“AAAAAAH! OH…O-oh my angel. I am so sor-”) Pluey tried to apologise, but Jongler brought up a finger to his mouth. “Nah, nah don't apologise, Plues. Dat's exactly what I needed. If you could just… keep doing dat?” Just then, a sudden buzz started playing. They both looked over at Battat, who was now focused on the vibrator in his hands, holding it gently against his pussy, calve muscles clenching at the feeling.
“Uhh… you guys..mmmh… k-keep going. I'm just… gonna be here for… a while.” Pluey smiled, and slowly leaned over towards Battat, starting to slightly bounce on Jongler's cock once more. He pressed his hand up against the hand that Battat was using the vibrator on, and slowly pushed. Battat let out a nervous giggle, and let himself push the vibrator into him. The tip of it was fully inside, and he felt a rushing sense of calm flow over him.
“Uuugh… ffuck that feels amazing. Did you both plan for this?” He asked his partners. Pluey shook his head, but Jongler nodded. “I figured we was gonna have to open up abouts our sex lives soon enough, so I's just planned ahead!” They explained. Battat blushed harder, and Pluey started to bounce harder and longer. Jongler moved their hand over to Battat's pussy and started to use their index finger to fiddle with his now hard clit. Feeling the sensation, a wave of electricity shot through his body, sending his vibrator in further.
“MMMHHhhh… hehe… you're a fucking asshole, Jon.” Battat tried saying, but Jongler had other plans to shut him up. They used that same finger to push the dildo in even further, until there was barely any left on the outside. Battat moaned incredibly loudly, surprising even himself! (“Haha! And here I thought I was supposed to be the loud one.”) Pluey joked. “Nnngh… shut up. I'm… haah… heheh… tryin’ to not squirt all over… mmmhh… you guys and the bed.”
(“Bat, you can barely speak.”) Pluey said, smiling with a small look of concern in his face. “And.. is that supposed to be a- AAH!” He suddenly screamed, the vibrator hitting a seemingly sensitive part inside him. He very almost let himself go, but was able to keep it in. Pluey shook his head, and slowly took himself out of Jongler, who started to whimper at the cold air hitting their cock. “Pluey… why would ya stop?” They asked. Pluey, now in front of Battat and slowly taking out the vibrator and turning it off, replied (“I just wanna fulfill Battat's wish. Maybe you can put that incredible thing to another use?”)
Jongler was confused until Pluey suddenly hoisted Battat up, turned him around and laid him down on the opposite side of the bed, now laying in the middle of it. With Battat still experiencing some brain fog from the stimulation, Pluey quickly said to Jongler (“When I flip him on his stomach, get in front of him. I'm sure you can figure out the rest.”) Jongler blushed when they realised what Pluey meant, but obliged anyway. Meanwhile, Battat had finally found his consciousness again.
“Wha…? Hey, what happened? What happened to the- *GASP*” Suddenly, Pluey placed his hand over Battat's neck, not too tightly, but just enough where it was difficult for him to keep talking. “P-Plu… *gasp* I, I ne-... need yo-u…now” Pluey, still holding his hand around Battat's throat, lined his cock up to Battat's pussy, and slowly pushed himself inside. Both of them let out a low moan, one sounding more musical than the other, and Battat started to drool from the feeling.
Pluey slowly pulled himself out and suddenly pushed back in again, an obvious bulge showing against Battat's skin. Besides the green blush that covered his face, a small twinge of purple started showing as well, and he started breathing funny. Pluey noticed this, and started to take his hand away, but suddenly *slap* “N-no… don't stop… pl- please… ‘m so- so close…” Battat begged, but Pluey had other ideas. He slowly leaned down, still slowly pushing himself in and out of him, and whispered (“Oh Bat, that's exactly why I have to.”)
He took his hand away and suddenly crashed his lips into Battat's, tongues and all colliding against each other as Battat wrapped his arms around the back of Pluey's neck and interlocked his fingers. With the added pleasure of Pluey's dick, they moaned into each other's mouths, the vibration sending shivers through their bodies. And as Battat's moans got louder, Pluey pulled away from the kiss and started thrusting into him faster. Until Battat could barely think for himself anymore.
“HAAH, AAAH… OH MY…ha… oh my angel, Pluey, please please pleeEEEASSE! AAH! DON'T STOP… I'M GONNA EXPL-FUUUCK!!!” Another angle was hit that made Battat go insane, but he tried to not let himself get brain fog again. “I- I-OH GOD, I'M CUMMING…PLEASE PLEASE KEEEP-” until suddenly, everything ends.
“Wh…what? Pluey, why would you stop? I was so close!” He whined, using his best puppy dog eyes to stared into Pluey for an answer. Pluey gently kissed him on the forehead and asked him (“Do you still wanna be choked?”) Battat nodded his head vigorously. “Yeah, please! Please I want you… you both… to make me feel like a doll.” Pluey smiled, and told him to (“Turn around for us.”) Us? What does that-
Battat then noticed that Jongler had been in front of them both this entire time, their cock getting harder with each passing second. And as Battat slowly tried to figure out what would happen next as he faced Jongler, he was suddenly pushed to his stomach, laying splat flat on the bed. “PLUEY! CAN YOU PLEASE WARN ME NEXT-”
(“Can you get on your knees?”) He interrupted. Battat looked up from the mattress and found Jongler's extremely hard erection in front of his face. He then understood what Pluey meant by “still wanting to be choked”. Battat got onto his knees, held himself up with only 1 hand, while he used the other to slowly stroke the dick in front of him. He wondered how it would all fit into him, but he heard a calm, reassuring voice coming from up above him. “If yous feelin’ scared, Batts, just tell us, and we'll stop. All we's wanna do is make ya comfortable. It's at least what I wanna do for botha yous.”
Battat couldn't help but let a goofy smile spread across his face, just knowing the fact that Jongler could be such a gentle giant, and so caring to both of them, it made him love them so much more. Pluey thought this as well, and shuffled himself to the opposite end of the bed where Jongler was kneeling and kissed them once more, folding his arms around their neck.
Meanwhile Battat, still underneath them, decided that he wanted to kiss them as well, so he propped himself up (having to stand up because he was so short compared to the Zapper in front of him), and placed his arms around their neck on top of Pluey's and started kissing them on the other side of their face. Jongler giggled, blushing at the influx of love they were receiving, and wrapped their own arms around both Pluey and Battat's torsos.
“Ya know I loves ya both, right? So so much.” They confessed. Pluey and Battat pulled away to look at each other, before turning back to Jongler and replying with “We love you as well.” Jongler laughed, and brought their partners in closer. “How did me, a slow, gentle Zapper, end up with da 2 best pals in all of TV World?”
“Oh is that all we are? Are we just pals to you?” Battat said in annoyance. Jongler looked at him with concern, thinking they said something really wrong, and Pluey was the same, looking at him, confusion written on his face. “We're just your buddies, your friends, your good ol’ chums. Well answer me this, cowboy. Would a friend ever drop onto his knees, stuff your insanely addicting cock into his mouth, and beg to be double stuffed like a goddamn cookie by you and another ‘friend'?” Battat asked, dropping back down onto his knees and holding Jongler's cock in front of his face with a newfound will. “Because I personally think that's something friends who have a little something more would do.”
Hearing the comment about wanting to be ‘double stuffed’, Pluey suddenly took his arms away from Jongler and moved back to his original spot on the bed, cupping Battat's ass in both his hands, gently stroking it with his thumb. “So… are you two gonna fuck the theories out of me already, or do I have to- GLK!” Quickly shutting Battat up, Jongler shoved their cock into his mouth. Pluey smirked, staring at the beautiful sight in front of him. (“Haha… he talks too much, doesn't he, Jon?”)
“Yous can say that again, Plues. It's like..mmh… the only way we's can shut ‘im up is by.. hhhmmm…. treating him like the adorable little brat he knows he is.” That word did something to Battat, and it only made him even wetter and more desperate for the only other dick in the room. And Pluey was more than happy to oblige. He took a firm hold of Battat's waist, and with all the confidence in TV World, slid inside his pussy, making him loudly moan over Jongler's cock.
Pluey started a steady rhythm of pushing himself in an out of Battat, while he himself was copying that steady rhythm of pulling his mouth in and out of Jongler, and Jongler pushed against that by placing their hands either side of Battat's face and pushing him back in when he pulled himself out. Pluey gave him a firm smack and Battat once again moaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, on a high thinking he could roll the highest number to ever exist.
(Oh, god… fuck, how are they both so good at this!? I feel like I've been craving this feeling since forever, and all I want is more.) He thought to himself. Jongler's cock was almost more than halfway down his throat, when suddenly, Jongler took themself out of his mouth. “Wha… what? Jon, why did you-” *SMACK* Jongler slapped Battat across the face as hard as possible, making his head spin out as fast as possible. Pluey stopped thrusting in him during this moment.
As his spinning slowed down, his face showed… a natural 6! “Haha! Yes! I'm… sorry I did that to ya, Batts, but I know how da Pippins feel when they're rolled.” Jongler apologised. Battat shook his head, and his face returned back to normal, as he cupped the side of his face where he was slapped. “You… rolled a 6? That's never happened. Hehe… I… oh my angel… you actually rolled a 6!” Jongler looked down at him in confusion. “Is… that not somethin’ day happens often with you fellas?”
“Not to me! Every time I've played Russian Roulette with the other Pippins, I've always scored so low! Our scores determine our libido, and I guess mine has always been the lowest.” He explained. “Hater Pips and Sunglass Pips always rolled super high and went off somewhere together, and the Pippin that always hangs out with that Zapper outside the Green Room always scored high and went with him to a random room somewhere. I always wanted to score high so I could do stuff with you guys. I just never scored that high.”
(“Aww, Bat. You don't need to score high if you wanna have sex with us. Just let us know.”) Pluey comforted. Battat turned his head to look back at him and reply. “Yeah, I know that, but I wanna initiate for once, not you guys! I wanna feel like I'm actually in control.” He then looked down back at Jongler's cock sitting in front of him, wet, dripping and in his opinion, addicting as hell.
“Though…” he started, grabbing the dick and slowly moving it up and down. “I don't mind being in control when I'm the one who's being serviced.” He bit his lips and looked up at Jongler, who was blushing, and struggling to find a good place to rest their hands. “Come on, isn't your job description literally a bouncer? Let me bounce my head on you!” He whined, almost pathetically. He stuck his tongue out and slapped their cock against it, and Jongler finally had enough. They once again grabbed the back of Battat's head and shoved him down hard on their cock, the entire thing blocking his throat.
“Fine. You's wanna be serviced so bad?” They started, Pluey now grabbing Battat firmly by the waist and lining his own cock up with Battat's pussy again, ready for Jongler to say the word. “Then watch what happens when we fuck you so hard, you almost forget your name.” And on that note, Pluey slammed straight into Battat, a loud and muffled moan coming from the Pippins beneath them both.
In an almost synchronised rhythm, Jongler pushed in while Pluey pulled out, and Jongler pulled out while Pluey pushed in, and Battat? He was having the time of his life. All questions about Mike were so far in the back of his mind, he nearly forgot that they were there at all. He could barely think at all, with how full he was in both ends, his head was unmistakably empty, almost forgetting how to speak English. His eyes were so rolled back, he was staring at the ceiling while facing the ground. And with every push inside him, he only got wetter, louder, hornier and lustful about his partners.
And soon enough he could barely wait anymore. He whined so pathetically to both Jongler and Pluey, a way of letting them both know that he needed to be filled up now. So Jongler used their other hand to hold Battat in place and made themself thrust inside his mouth faster with each passing second, while Pluey, spilling out a whole barrage of notes, chords and semi-quavers during this entire segment, did the same thing from behind. Battat tried moaning louder, only making Jongler go faster, and soon enough, clarity struck.
“HAAH, OH FUCK, BATTS… It's… AHHAH!!! I'M CUMMING! PLEASE… TAKE IT! TAKE IT ALL! AAAH… OH-HO DEAR GOD, YES!” They yelled, with one more slam of their cock in his mouth, Battat's lips meeting their base, they finally came down his throat, their load coating his oesophagus and trickling down to his stomach, while Pluey let out a high pitched screech that sounded like an out of tune clarinet, a wet slap echoing against the walls of the room as he also came inside him, his own fluids coating the Pippins’ insides until he was almost empty.
Battat had half lidded eyes, staring, not even at the ceiling anymore, but much further, his ass a pale red and aching in the best way possible, and his face completely dusted in a mix of lime green and a harsh stinging red, also in the best way. Jongler slowly took themselves out, holding Battat's chin to try and keep all their load in his mouth, while Pluey slowly took himself out of Battat's pussy, not particularly caring if his own load spilled out or not, which it did in droplets.
Battat, thoroughly filled up, swallowed the rest of what Jongler had left in him, and sat up on his knees, throwing his head back so it would slide down his throat much easier. Meanwhile, Jongler and Pluey sat back on the bed, resting their backs against the headboards and gave each other a small kiss, before making space for Battat in the middle, waiting for him to come out of his trance.
He turned back to look at his partners, and saw the empty space for him, smiled warmly and fell backwards into the space, laying down in-between his lovers. And for the first time in what felt like hours, he finally spoke, his voice broken, raspy and raw. “Thank you… both. I…I love you two… so fucking much.” Pluey looked at Jongler, who looked back at him with the same expression. Battat struggled for years saying that word. And now, he finally said it. Tears welled up where their eyes would be, and they sat Battat up and held him, both whispering in his ears, “We love you too. More than you could ever imagine.”
After about 10 minutes of them all sitting there, silently crying in happiness, Pluey let go and stood up, his legs slightly shaking as he walked to their shared kitchenette to grab them all a glass of drink. “Hey Pluey, can you- *COUGH* Shit…” he cursed to himself, his voice box still very red and raspy. Jongler tilted his head up to face them and they looked in his eyes with concern. “Did I go too far, Batts? If I did, I'm-” Battat let out a silent laugh, indicating that Jongler did nothing wrong. With the little knowledge of sign language he had, he used his hands to say *You did nothing wrong. You were perfect.*
Jongler would be beaming right now if they had a mouth, and hugged Battat tighter, making sure not to completely strangle him. With the little vocal strength he had left, he acted like his normal self, pushing against them and annoyingly stating "Yeah yeah, okay ya big bozo. I get it.” Jongler giggled, and let him go. Just then, Pluey came back with a tray of glasses. Battery acid for Jongler, which they happily took, an energy drink for Battat, with extra ice in it, which he took and almost completely downed, and a glass of cold milk for Pluey, which he began drinking.
On the tray was also a packet of throat sweets, assumingly for Battat. Pluey set down his glass and took a throat sweet out of the packet, handing it to Battat, who dropped it in his energy drink, and gulped down in one. “*Exhale* Thanks, Plues.” Pluey would be rolling his eyes if they had them, not exactly shocked at the fact that Battat, even in a vulnerable state such as this, could still be, in his own ways, so unhinged.
“Do ya want help with gettin' clean, Batts?” Jongler asked, patting his head softly. Battat looked up at them, love hearts in his eyes as he replied “Only if one or both of you can carry me.” A goofy smile plastered on his face, Pluey and Jongler looked down at him, blushing. And just as suddenly as they began their sexual endeavours, Jongler scooped up Battat, taking off his polo shirt in the process, getting him completely naked. Pluey stood up and went with them, also taking off his own shirt as he walked with them.
They went into the bathroom and Pluey started to run the bath, as Jongler set Battat in the bath, they took a TV Time branded sponge, soaking it up and slowly draping it over his head, the warm feeling of the water running off his sharp edges. He sighed, letting his partners service him. Pluey climbed into the bath with him, wanting to wash his hair and tail. “Hey, Plues. I'm gonna go makes us all some TV Dinners. We all need to eat after all dat. Are you good with washin’ ‘im?” Jongler asked. Pluey gave them a thumbs up and they happily bounced out of the bathroom.
Pluey held Battat in his hands, both of them looking into each other's faces. Battat cupped Pluey’s cheek and slowly moved in for a kiss, embracing one another as the water ran. As they kissed each other, letting their lips slowly touch without the use of tongue, which in a way, felt a lot more intimate than kissing with tongue would, Pluey turned off the bath tap, as the bathtub had completely filled up with water. They parted their lips and looked at each other, blushing and smiling like a pair of idiots.
Kissing each other a few more times, Pluey finally let him go and squirted some TV Time branded shower gel on the sponge, and squeezed it a few times, letting it foam up and dragged it down his plastic limbs. The sweat coating his body from the earlier activities were replaced with bubbly soap and warm water. He smiled as Battat slowly groaned in satisfaction at the feeling. “Mmmmh… God Pluey, that feels so much better. Thank you so much. Both of you.” Battat said. Pluey kissed him on the cheek, letting out a few low octaves, saying in his own special way (“I wouldn't trade this moment for anything else.)
As the sponge moved lower, Pluey started wondering something. (“Hey… did you ever let yourself come?”) He asked. Battat thought about it, and realised that he did, but not to his full extent. “Not really. I mean, obviously I did! But, I didn't completely… soak the sheets, you know?” He explained. Pluey hummed in a low tune, moving the sponge in-between Battat's legs. (“Maybe we should change that. Don't worry, I'll be as gentle as I can for you.”)
He put the sponge on a nearby surface, and submerged his hand under the water, moving towards Battat’s pussy. He directed him to wrap his hands around his neck, so as to not accidentally slip. Battat twitched at the feeling of Pluey's fingers slowly stroking against his clit, exhaling at the feeling getting faster. Pluey pressed 2 of his fingers against Battat's clit, stroking much faster and splashing water almost everywhere. Battat quietly moaned into his ear “Oh God… please keep going… Pluey…”
Pluey chuckled, and started going faster, determined to let Battat finally release after so long. Battat started moaning louder, and Pluey used his other hand to hold it against his mouth, so that Jongler wouldn't hear them, but it barely helped. He held his hands around Pluey's neck tighter, the pleasure getting to him.
Soon, Pluey had to end up moving his hand that was against Battat's mouth and moved it to the back of his head as he went as fast as he could, and Battat let himself moan as loud as he could. “NGH… Fuck, Pluey… please keep going! I need to come now! I'm begging here! Let me come!” He yelled. And as Pluey pushed his fingers in-between Battat's legs further, his legs started to twitch and shake, and he finally came, his and the remnants of Pluey's fluids mixing in with the bath water, moaning incredibly loudly, eyes bulging out of his head and drooling as the Shadowguy bit his lip and his fingers curled into Battat's hole.
“I hope youse two ain't doin’ nothin’ while I ain't dere!” Jongler shouted from the other room. Since Battat was still coming down from his high, Pluey shouted back (“Bats was still a little pent-up! I'm helping him!”) Jongler was silent for a little while, then they said “Did he's enjoy da first round?”
Suddenly, Battat snapped out of it and yelled “FIRST ROUND!? YOU MEAN THERE'S GONNA BE MORE!?” Pluey giggled slightly and shushed Battat. (“Don't worry, high roller. I think we've all had more than enough for today.) Battat blushed and looked down, pouting and playing with the water, swirling it around with his pointed finger. “Don't push my luck, idiot. Who knows if I'll roll that high ever again.” Pluey took his cheek, holding it up so that he could face him. (“Why don't we test that now?”) Before Battat could ask him what he was talking about, Pluey suddenly shrieked to Jongler in the next room
(“JON!! CAN YOU GET MY GUN?!”) He shouted into the other room. Battat suddenly scrambled, splashing water everywhere and trying to cover Pluey's mouth. “I DIDN'T MEAN NOW, YOU MORON!” He yelled. Both Pluey and Jongler let out a laugh. “Don't worry, Bats. We both ain't gonna let dat happen to yous. It might makes ya too excited, if ya knows what I'm saying.”
Battat rolled his eyes, unamused at the oh so hilarious “joke” his partners played on him. “Very funny, idiots. Now can we please get back in bed?” He pouted impatiently. Pluey tried shushing him, saying (“But Battssssssss I barely got to wash you!~) Battat stood up and stepped out of the bath, leaving Pluey to stare at his lower regions. “Sorry, Pluey. But I don't make the rules here.” If Pluey had eyes, they would be so narrow at this point. He pouted and folded his arms. (“Fine.”)
“There we go! Now that wasn't so hard, was it?” Battat teased, leaning on the side of the bath, propped up by one hand and scratching Pluey under the chin, which he reluctantly purred into. “That's it… good kitty. You're my good kitty, aren't you?” Pluey giggled and slightly nodded his head. Suddenly, Battat grabbed him by the chin and pulled him in for a kiss. Pluey almost let out a musical shriek, but submitted very quickly into the kiss, surprised that someone as short tempered and as flustered as Battat could make him squirm and submit to him like this.
With Pluey still in the bath, and Battat leaning over it, Jongler poked their head in the doorway to see what was keeping them, as the TV Dinners were ready and had started to get cold, when they were suddenly met with a surprisingly gorgeous sight. Battat bending slightly with his bare ass out on display, soap bubbles and water making it glisten in the light.
And when they finally tore their nonexistent eyes away from that pretty sight, they were met with yet another one. Pluey melted into a fluffy black puddle as Battat held him by the chin and was kissing him for much longer than he would in any normal situation. They very slowly and quietly made their way behind Battat, grabbing him by the waist and pulling his soaking and shining ass into the clothed bulge that was their crotch. Battat's eyes shot open wide, the air being knocked out of him faster than he could register. He parted his lips from Pluey's, which extracted a whine of loss from him, and turned his head 180 degrees to see Jongler towering over him.
“Oh my angel JONGLER. I'VE TOLD YOU TO STOP SNEAKING UP ON PEOPLE. IT FREAKS ME, PLUEY, TENNA, LITERALLY EVERYONE THE HELL OUT!” He shouted, both hands now steadying himself on the sides of the bath. “I'm sorry, Batts. But I can't help da fact that youse looks so cute like dis.” They replied, in a whiny but seductive tone. Battat gave them an unappealing expression in return. “Jon, I'm not trying to put myself out on display.”
“Then why is dis pretty little thing dat's attached to yous beckonin’ me to come and-” Jongler tried saying, but Battat’s angry fluster got there first. “I'M GONNA GET MY FOOD. YOU TWO CAN GO AT IT LIKE SHADOWRABBITS. I'M DONE FOR THE NIGHT.” He shouted as he wrangled himself free of Jongler's firm grip and speedwalked out of the bathroom. Pluey and Jongler were both left staring at each other. Jongler was the first to speak. “I mean, he did gives us permi-”
(“We've gone at it like 3 times tonight alone. I think we're done for the day, J-Bae.”) Pluey interrupted and gently let them down. And as Pluey unplugged the drain, Jongler was left staring at the floor in a mild disappointment. Pluey stepped out of the bath, his fur dripping water and soap, and he wrapped his arms round Jongler's waist, looking up at them with an idea in his head.
(“Maybe when Battat's asleep, I could always…”) he started to circle his index finger around the tip of Jongler's clothed dick. (“Make you feel a little better.”) He whispered. Pluey let out a string of notes that sounded like a quiet chuckle, and Jongler wrapped their own arms around Pluey. “Maybe, or youse could always…” They started to stroke his back, and let their hands go down to his tail, stroking the base in such a way that Pluey may have been referencing. “Keep using that incredible mouth of-”
“HEY FUCKBUNNIES. DINNER. EAT. NOW. PLUEY, YOU WON'T DIE IF YOU DON'T BLOW JON. AND SAME GOES TO YOU, RUBBERBRAIN.” The green die shouted from the room across from them. They let go of each other and quickly ran into the other room, their respective meals on the massive bed they all shared. Battat was already eating, 2 cans of an empty energy drink already crushed and thrown on the bedside table next to him, and as he cracked open another fresh can, Pluey and Jongler sat down, the Zapper moving to their spot on the left side of the bed and Pluey moving to his spot on the right.
“You know, for a microwave meal, this is actually pretty okay, Jongler.” Battat said, slightly blushing. But then he suddenly backpedaled and quickly shouted “THAT DOESN’T MEAN I… I wanna eat TV Dinners all the time, you know. If we could actually spend some of the points that we earn from being Mike, maybe some Deluxe Dinners would be nice.” jongler looked down at him, and said “Batts… do you know how expensive those are? We can’t afford Deluxe dinners every night!” He looked up at them in confusion, and replied “Jongler. We’re Mike. Rent is literally nothing to us.” Jongler tried saying ‘Well, yeah I know that, but-”
Suddenly, a long, drawn out saxophone note filled the room, implying that Pluey was tired of the bickering and breathing out the biggest sigh of exhaustion ever. (“OH my aaannngellllllll guys. Who caaaaaarrres. TV Dinner, Deluxe Dinner, it’s dinner. Who cares. Just stop being such a goddamn tsundere, Batt.”) Battat suddenly snapped his neck towards Pluey and asked “what the hell is a tsundere?” he asked. Pluey and Jongler looked at each other then started to laugh out loud before battat said “I don’t even wanna know if it’ll get you guys laughing in fits again.”
“Just a trope thing, Batts. Don't think too hard ‘bout it.” Jongler reassured him. And as they sat there, eating their dinner, cosying up to eachother in a natural silence, each of them realised something.
Jongler realised that they didn't have to hide their feelings from their partners. They could tell them both whatever they needed to and they both would support them no matter what.
Pluey realised that help can come in many forms. If either one of his partners was stuck on something, he felt like he could be the safe person to go to when they needed him.
And Battat realised that sometimes, it's okay to be vulnerable. He doesn't need to be in control all the time, and even though it's nice to be in control, it's also nice to let someone else take the lead for a while.
And as they all sat there in the comfortable dark, all three of them realised something else.
That they all genuinely loved eachother to pieces. They couldn't work if one of them was gone, and it would be way too crowded if there were more Mikes. Three was perfect. Three was how they functioned. And being a team of three, they would never be alone. The best group anyone in TV World had ever seen.
And none of them would have it any other way.
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