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Tenna wasn’t exactly sure how he ended up here, but he was at a hotel in Cyber City, chatting with Spamton. The little mailman had shown him sights and beautiful tall buildings, and they’d decided to retire for the night. Easier to crash somewhere and head to work in the morning.
They sat on the bed, chatting about one thing or another. Tenna wasn’t even sure what he was talking about, but it went quiet for a bit after he’d finished his sentence. He looked down to find Spamton kind of just… watching him.
“I'm curious why the upper part of your body isn't [[50/50]] with the bottom part.” Spamton commented, moving a small hand to touch Tenna’s thigh, “You're squishy on your legs and [[a certified tin can]] on top.”
Tenna looked away to hide his blush. It was a fair question, he supposed, and the hotel’s courtesy wine was making him feel a bit more open. He chuckled, “Um, well my top half is mostly metal. Though my legs have a metal base, they are encased in a type of rubber besides the joints as far as I'm aware.” He looked back towards Spamton, noticing his hand stay in its spot, “Uh, um, it's for a more realistic look, I suppose. My arms are similar but much thinner.” He tried to explain, feeling himself become more flustered.
Spamton shifted forward, his hand pressing down even more. Tenna’s thigh squished, the rubber casing flexible.
Tenna's power cord curled with curiosity, tucking into his side as he became continuously flustered.
Spamton noticed, “And what's this [[premium high tech]] here?” He questioned, trailing a finger down the cord.
Tenna shivered, whimpering softly, “J- just my power cord. It doesn't really do anything.”
Spamton’s grin widened, looking up at the T.V, “Tenna, I'd like to have my way with you.”
Tenna was sure he would short-circuit, “I- um, if you would like that.” He spoke softly. He thought for sure maybe he was dreaming, Spamton’s touch making his inner mechanisms whir.
Spamton chuckled, holding the end of Tenna's cord, “I [[most certainly!!]] would. Would you?”
Tenna moved his head to the side, nodding, “Yes, I would…” He was trying so hard to act normal, but the little mailman was making him go haywire.
Spamton shifted to fully sit in Tenna's lap. He pulled the cord forward, moving his thumb through the plug.
Tenna huffed and squirmed, sure there was steam coming out of his vents. Spamton tugged on his cord, forcing a static whine sound from Tenna.
Tenna grasped at Spamton, “Please do more, I can't take it Spammy please.” He spoke shakily, metallic fingers digging into Spamton’s back.
Spamton just chuckled again, letting go of the tail-like cord. He then moved forward, his much smaller hand resting on Tenna’s chest, “Do you think you could [[be a doll]] and take this off for me?” He asked, tugging at the fabric.
Tenna just nodded, flustered beyond belief. He shrugged his jacket off and tossed it to the side, left with a ruffled shirt and tie. Spamton was just sitting there, watching him with hungry eyes. Tenna looked away as he unbuttoned his remaining clothes, nervous and excited all at the same time.
He finally removed the last button, taking the white button-up off and tossing it to the side. He finally looked back down at Spamton, who looked like he was about to go feral.
Spamton put his hand back on Tenna’s chest, now just cold and metal. “Um, do you like it?” Tenna asked, unsure of what to say.
Spamton looked up at him, “I am going to [[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]] until you [[DATA EXPUNGED]]”
Tenna just giggled, looking down at him with a smile, “Do as you please.”
Spamton immediately went for the panel at Tenna’s stomach. He grabbed the small handle, opening it and causing the hinge to squeak slightly. Inside was a section of buttons and lights and a dial, the other side just wires.
He shoved his hands inside, petting at the wires and tugging slightly.
Tenna let out a static noise, head whipping back. Spamton pushed on his chest, encouraging the T.V. to lay back. He did, falling back onto the soft pillows and squirming.
Spamton continued, pulling lightly and shifting the wires around.
Tenna let out static whines, grasping at the sheets beside him, “Pull h- harder, please!” He cried out.
“Don’t want to [[fall and scrape your knee]]” Spamton said curiously.
Tenna practically whimpered, “It doesn’t hurt, promise. Just pull as hard as you can, please.”
Spamton shrugged, grasping a handful of wires and yanking. Tenna’s back arched as he let out a slew of static whines and buzzing. His screen flickered with static and old VHS lines.
Spamton chuckled, continuing to pull and pull, the wires just coming out. He stood on Tenna’s legs, yanking as he could feel static and electricity buzz around him harshly.
He finally came to the end of the wires, finding himself holding five different colored wire ends, all buzzing and frayed. He sat back down on Tenna's lap, looking at the wires curiously.
Tenna, who was very out of it and reeking of burnt plastic, lifted a hand slightly, “Please… please be careful…”
Laughing again, Spamton pressed a thumb down to one of the wire ends. Tenna practically screamed and thrashed, overcome with pleasure. On the other hand Spamton felt however many volts of electricity run to his core, making his hair stand on end and his heart pound. He removed his thumb, watching Tenna slump down and continue twitching.
Surprisingly, Spamton kinda liked it. It felt… invigorating.
Still grasping the wires, Spamton moved forward, crawling up Tenna’s body to his face. He leaned down, giving a very sloppy kiss that Tenna immediately reciprocated. Once they separated he sat on his knees, grabbing Tenna’s cord that had been laying to the side and twitching.
He smiled down almost evilly as he pulled on both, sending Tenna back into being a squirming mess. Now that he had a better view of his expressions, Spamton pressed his fingers down on the exposed wires while he fiddled with the end of Tenna’s cord.
Spamton made a pattern of pressing his fingers up and down on the wires, sending pleasurable but not too overwhelming pulses through himself. He also made circles with his thumb over the end of Tenna’s cord.
Tenna was absolutely losing his mind, looking at Spamton and feeling indescribable amounts of pleasure. He squirmed and moaned out and cried, feeling his pleasure heighten with each touch.
Despite being one of the higher-end hotels, Spamton was sure Tenna’s cries could be heard through the walls. He couldn’t find it in himself to care, his body shaking with electric pulses.
Spamton started to pant, pressing his fingers up and down on the exposed wires even faster. Tenna was on another plane of existence, buzzing and whirring as he twitched and squirmed. The air was dank with the smell of electricity and burnt plastic.
Tenna reached his arms up, grasping at Spamton as he started to incoherently chant his name. Spamton worked even faster, wanting Tenna to… do whatever T.V.’s did. He grasped and pulled, alternating between pressing the exposed ends hard or tapping at them fast.
Tenna hiccuped and sobbed as he blabbered incoherently, back arched as far as it could go.
Spamton could feel he was close to something, especially with Tenna’s increasingly fast whines.
With electricity and static pulsing around him, Spamton tugged the wires close and bit down on all five of them.
“SPAMTON~!!!!” Tenna screamed through buzzing as his screen turned static. Tenna pulsed and twitched, doing the robot T.V. thing equivalent of cumming harshly, which sent powerful volts of electricity straight into Spamton.
Spamton kept his teeth clenched, letting the volts run through him and drive him closer and closer until he felt himself cum in his pants, completely untouched.
When he finally finished Spamton unclenched his teeth, seeing the marks he had left on the wire encasing. He flopped down on Tenna’s chest, leaving them both to pant and recover.
After a few moments Tenna gently reached up, grasping Spamton and pulling him close as he turned to lay on his side, his wires still splayed out.
Spamton chuckled softly, “What about your [[thin copper wires with no insulation]]?”
Tenna just hummed, still seemingly spacy, “...put them back tomorrow.”
Spamton rested his arms over the top of Tenna’s hand, deciding that maybe sleep was a good idea as the aftershock of being pretty harshly electrocuted overcame him. So he closed his eyes and drifted off.
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When his screen turned back on, Tenna was a bit confused as he felt how cold his inner wires were. Once he fully flickered back to power, yesterday came crashing back to him, making his pixels turn pink. He looked down at the thing in his arms, smiling lightly.
The morning was slow. Once Spamton awoke, he gently put Tenna’s wires back, closing the panel door with a click.
Tenna stood from the bed, stretching. He felt a bit sore and jumbled, but very relaxed. He looked around. It seemed oddly quiet and a bit dark. He looked at the nightstand clock to see what time it was, but it seemed turned off.
He looked around again, then tried to turn the lamp on. It clicked but nothing happened.
He looked over at Spamton, “...Spammy I think we made the power go out.”
Spamton just laughed, kicking his feet, “ [[HYPERLINK BLOCKED]] so good the power went out. Ha!”
Tenna then ran over to the window, seeing how bright it was outside, “We’re gonna be late!!” He said, running over to throw his clothes on.
Spamton just adjusted his own clothes and straightened his tie, “Don’t worry, it's your show, I think you’re allowed to be late.” He jumped off the bed and grabbed his keys from the nightstand, “Let’s [[blow this popsicle stand]] while it’s still early!”
They rushed out the door and jumped into Spamton's car, who drove a bit faster than usual. Luckily when they burst through the studio doors, it didn’t seem to be air time yet.
All eyes were on them. One of Tenna’s antennae was bent slightly and Spamton’s hair was on end…like he had been electrocuted. Not to mention their ruffled clothes.
“Apologies, we’re running a bit late!” Tenna tried to recover, “Did you see that power outage? Crazy haha.”
“That was in Cyber City!” A shadowguy tuned.
Tenna looked to the side, then back at his confused employees, “...Yeah. Crazy. Anyways I’m going to freshen up before the show starts!” He exclaimed, turning away. He didn’t notice until now, but his jumbled wires made him walk a bit funny.
“Me too!” Spamton exclaimed, following behind.
“How queer! Mr. Tenna is always posthaste!” Rouxls exclaimed as everyone went back to what they were doing.
“...Yeah.” Said Elnino, squinting at the two co-stars as they made their way to the dressing rooms.