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Spamton learns how to manipulate his body to fit larger toys while masturbating
Tenna gets pulled into it
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Tenna's hand hovered near the handle, “Oh, right!” his antennae straightened out as he appeared to remember something he’s been meaning to ask.
“I just have to know the brand of that cologne you’re wearing! No wonder everybody at the party seemed to basically climb over you when you have that irresistible scent lingering around you! Maybe it would make me more approachable, too?” he turned around, hoping to have found a way to end this meeting more positively.
Spamton raised a brow. “I am not wearing any.”
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A story about Tenna’s semi-innocent curiosity about the Addisons’ physiology and Spamton's denial of self-worth. AKA Tenna has a big fat crush on his new business partner and fails very hard at being subtle about it.
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“So…” Tenna tapped his two index fingers together, “Where’s the other bed? Did the host make a mistake? I'm sure I booked a room for two, I should probably go back to the reception and-”
“There's only one bed. Just like in every other room here at this place.”
“Huh? That's terrible business.”
Spamton rested a hand on Tenna’s shoulder. “This is a love hotel, Ant.”
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Spamton forgot his wallet at the date- business meeting in Cyber City, Tenna paid with his emergency spare change, leaving them just enough to pay for one place to stay the night:
A love hotel.
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The echoing pitter-patter of the pippins jittering about, hurriedly making sure everything was in order, filled the awkward, solemn silence. At first glance, you could've perceived it as them working hard, taking their jobs seriously, but upon further examination, you could tell they half-assed it because it was already getting late.
Spamton was very aware of this. The way his colleagues treated him of late was hardly a secret. He defeatedly admitted that he’s been feeling a little… short-tempered lately. And he knew exactly why that was.
He wasn't getting that dick.
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Spamton and Tenna are extremely pent-up after a month of no action and decided to take out their sexual frustrations on one another, seemingly forgetting about the consequences of their actions... which led to the other being burdened with a new weight residing within his body.
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"So, um. What did you need me for?"
Despite being the one asking for Tenna's attention in the first place, Spamton didn't look all too happy to recieve it. He crossed his arms and huffed, refusing to look at him. "I molt to prepare for my mating cycle. But I don't have a mate, so…"
"You want me to be your mate?"