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Flint sat in his seat alone at a random empty table, thankfully not reserved, as they went and quietly sipped on their drink. As he did, he went and looked around on what was going on in the somewhat small but still huge party. An open bar to which Flint had gotten their drink from, a long table that had a variety of food for any Cog to self-serve themselves a meal, and a bunch of colorful strobe lights with music going on; the speakers on stage were adjusted enough so that it was loud, but not too loud so that no one wasn’t able to hear properly. Which was quite nice in a way.

At the top of the stage was a neatly hung up banner that was decorated and painted with confetti and fancied handwriting. And it proudly displayed: “Dave Brubot’s 35th Music Award Celebration Party” (which was quite a mouthful to read). It was also a very important event to attend as well, knowing that one of C.O.G.S. Inc’s very much well-beloved regional manager had been awarded yet again with an award for best music. Any Cog would’ve lied if they had said that Dave’s music wasn’t good. 

Of course, before coming to the party, there was a RSVP to it that had allowed any of the regional managers to bring a plus-one if they wanted to. Even if that meant bringing someone that was an employee to the party–or a spouse, if it was a bit more suitable. Since both Flint and Graham were a couple and were both managers, it was already perfect for the mono-poly pair. Flint could see that a few of the other managers also brought guests to the party as well, as he watched with a bit of observation.

One of the extra guests that was brought to the party was an older female Cog that was walking side-by-side with none other than Prester “Witch Hunter” Virgil. Which came to a bit of a shock but also confused state to Flint considering how or why this woman was with Prester; maybe she was a girlfriend or maybe a wife Prester rarely talked about?? She was rather pretty but looked way out of his league.

The stranger female Cog was as tall as Prester but only shorter by several inches at best, quite slender but also curvy in terms of chest and hips, had the same skin tone as Prester with the exception of some symbolic sigils that were tattooed on fingers that were owners of deep red manicured sharp nails. Had quite a small oval face with small canid fangs sticking out a bit from her lips, and curly, long black hair with a single stripe of white out of all of it; including piercing blue eyes that were a beautiful shade of the ocean. Aside from Prester, who dressed and spoke like he was from Old Times and was always gruff, the female Cog was very outgoing and overly positive–not to mention she spoke modern English compared to Prester. She wore a very lovely black-colored, cleavage-revealing dress that showed her shoulders that were accompanied by long sleeves with finger loops on them.

As mentioned, she appeared to be very extroverted in terms of personality, as Flint was looking over to one of the tables the woman was sitting at. She had a full glass of maroon wine, but wasn’t alone, but was happily talking and laughing along with Belle Dama and Belle’s plus-one she brought along–which just so happened to be her wife, Rosalind, whom Belle was happily married to.

Rosalind wasn’t employed at C.O.G.S. Inc, but she was an author to several popular queer erotic books, like Cogback Mountain (zer first published and popular book back in the 1980s) and a more recent and newer one Rosalind had published and collaborated with another Suitopian queer author, named Chuck Zingle, called Trans Sexual. Flint had a few books from Rosalind that he really loved–well-written and kept Flint very entertained and made them go back to reread. He hadn’t read the newer ones yet but had his eyes looked out for them.

Rosalind, alongside the new female Cog, was definitely a bit of a new face in terms of being there at Dave’s party (although Flint and other employees already knew of Rosalind past tense). Ze were made of Gear-many porcelain and were painted to have the appearance of a rather colorful Lexico sugar skull; with touching details on her skeletonized arms like flowers and bits of gold. As mentioned, Rosalind had a normal face but painted to look like a “Dia de Los Muertos” sugar skeleton that was glittery under light; her eyes being black with irises that glowed brightly like a candlelit flame. Ze had long and stunning dark hair that was in a braid and concealed in a bun; the outfit she had worn tonight at the party was a simple white and colorful hand-knitted sweater (Flint always recognized Belle’s knitting from afar) and a flowing red and floral skirt. 

The three women were laughing alongside each other at a table–Flint couldn’t pick up their conversation well, but Belle was leading it, telling some story. They all had grabbed some food to eat and drink to quench themselves, and by the looks of what Flint was seeing, both Belle and Rosalind were becoming quick friends with Prester’s surprising lady guest. Soon, Belle went and waved over to Flint.

“Flint, sweetheart! Come join us!” Belle went and ushered. “I want you to meet this lovely gal!” 

“Huh? Oh,” Flint got a bit distracted by what he was watching before his attention quickly snapped back into place. They got up from their chair, pushing it back to the chair mannerly, and grabbed their drink before heading over to the older women’s table. Flint went and reserved himself a spot in a fourth empty chair between Rosalind and Belle, across from the third woman. 

“Flint, this is Vera,” Rosalind went and introduced the other woman to Flint. “And Vera, this is Flint that Belle had been talking about! Es nuestro nieto honorario.” 

“Ohh, how charming!” Vera went and happily exclaimed, flashing a bright smile that showed pearly whites that were sharp and pointed, accompanying her fangs. Flint was definitely right about Vera, now knowing her name, being friendly. She then extended her hand out for a shake, introducing herself again: “Vera Virgil.” 

Flint blinked, “Oh, um, Bonpyre,” they let out a small chuckle and shook her hand. Though curiosity got the best of them and he grabbed his drink. “Are you Prester’s…?”

“Wife?” Vera finished his question for Flint with a flashing grin and an eyebrow raise. Her head resting on her hands. And then the older female Cog let out a small witch’s cackle as if Flint told a humorous joke. “Ohhh, how funny…! A lot of Cogs ask me or assume that, but I’m actually his sister.” 

Flint almost choked on his drink mid-sip as he was hit with the sudden shock value. “Oh! Umm, sister?” Flint politely asked as he placed down his drink once more.

“Older sister, she was telling us! Four year age difference,” Belle chimed in. “That old kook never mentioned once what a darling sister he has.” 

Vera chuckled, twirling her glass of wine, “Oh, yes, that’s my baby brother alright; he inherited that type of personality from our grandfather on our mother’s side–he’s named after him, too! Did I not tell you that yet? Even looks exactly like him cut clear like a tombstone if I conjure up a photo.” Vera explains. 

“Well, that certainly explains a lot about Prester. Ese viejo.” Rosalind also chuckled. Even Flint had to agree as well.

Prester’s sister snickered, “He’s not that old, only forty-nine at best! My brother is quite a silver fox if I must say.” She goes to take a sip of her wine before coming to realize her glass was now empty. “Oh, time for a refill.” And just like that, with a snap of her fingers, her glass was magically refilled to an appropriate amount of wine. 

Flint blinked twice, a bit taken back. “Wow, um, are you a witch?” Flint sincerely asked, trying as to not intrude.

Vera looked at Flint with those blue eyes and gave a smile. “That I am, Flint, very observant I must say. Me and Prester grew up in a village in Salem, Massacogsetts–you probably know it famously for its high population of magic healers there. All of our family members from our mama’s side are witches and warlocks but our papa isn’t; our father is only a Spanish-French man who came from a family of immigrants that found a home in Salem. That’s how our parents met, actually!” 

“Ohh, I love a good romance story!” Belle swooned a bit. “My parents’ one was something straight out of a love film–Pa was a city man and Ma was a country gal.” 

Just then, Prester had walked by their table, minding his own business. And Belle caught him midway through passing them. “Presterrrrr, you never told me about your lovely sister!” Belle exclaimed. “She’s quite amazing!” 

Prester didn’t say anything, only a gruff “hmpf” was the only noise he made in terms of answering before he trudged off somewhere. Before Vera goes to playfully nudge Rosalind’s porcelain shoulder with a few clacks. “...You know what? I take that back, he is an old man!” 

The three women go to laugh out loud playfully, soaking in each other’s company through humor. Flint chuckles before they go to take a sip of his drink once more before he realizes they were almost empty and were in need of a refill. Normally, one drink was enough for Flint as he wouldn’t want to get too drunk (plus there was an incident a while back regarding a Barrister having a bit too much vodka and decided to fly his propeller right through a window of Lawbot Headquarters). But Flint decided to indulge himself a bit by wanting another refill–and also because the drink he had was a bit small.

Flint goes to excuse themself from Belle and Rosalind’s table politely before he goes over to the bar establishment that was set up against one of the walls of Dave’s club. It was an open bar, too, major courtesy of Dave hymnself as he wanted his guests to have alcohol without being worried of having to pay. And the tavern itself was enticing with various spirits and a chalkboard cocktail menu to choose from to one’s tastes.

Flint goes up to the bar, where behind it was a Cold Caller that was dressed in a 1950s bartender attire, shining a beer pint glass with a rag. “Ahh, hello, Mr. Bonpyre!” The Cold Caller greeted, “Enjoying Mr. Brubot’s party, I assume?” 

“Oh, yes, of course,” Flint said, “thirty-five music rewards, huh?” They asked in curiosity.

“Yep!” The Cold Caller employee answered confidently with a laugh. “Gotta admit, he’s quite the singer I tell ya. Very talented, I must admit–has to take it seriously I bet to win that many awards.” The Cold Caller placed down the rag and noticed Flint’s nearly-empty glass. “Need a refill, Mr. Bonpyre? Or can I interest you in another drink? The ale’s quite popular,” 

“Uhh, I’m good, thanks. Just want a refill,” Flint responded before pushing his margarita glass over.

“Jalapeño margarita–extra lime and extra jalapeños?” The Cold Caller quipped with a repeat of Flint’s order. 

“Yes please,” Flint nodded.

The Cold Caller bartender went and nodded in response before he goes to fulfill Flint’s order for a refill of their drink. Flint goes to turn themself around to take in more of the party’s atmosphere. It was still the same flashing colors and semi-loud music–but Flint was mainly also seeing what other characters were doing in the main setting. And so their eyes go to scan around the club a bit to view the guests at the party.

Flint went and already spotted Cathal Bravecog from Graham’s department as a Sellbot, who was sitting at a table, munching on what appeared to be a sail-mon roll from their plate. And next to him was Kilo “Scapegoat” Kidd from the Lawbot Headquarters, propping up a book between him and Cathal as to read together, next to Kilo was a small paper plate of sliced strawberries that appeared to be drizzled in hex-nutella by the looks of it. Both Cathal and Kilo appeared to be close within each other’s company (from what Graham told Flint in a bored tone, apparently they’re an item?? Good for them). And from the title of the book Flint could make out, it was a piece of popular literature called I Have No Eyes, And I Must See. 

Next, he saw Benjamin Biggs and Brian from a corner of the club, but in different positions of how polar opposite they appeared to be acting. Benjamin stood straight and tall–chatting idly to Belle, Rosalind, and also Vera Virgil–whom Flint hadn’t noticed that all three ladies had moved from their table to talk with Ben. That was fine; Flint didn’t mind, he too, would strike up a conversation with Benjamin at times when he visited the Sellbot Headquarters to see Graham. Brian, however, seemed to be avoidant and looked a bit disinterested in engaging into the conversation–looking off to the side with his arms crossed. It wasn’t until the Prethinker went and nudged the Bellringer for his attention for a quick moment, exchanged a few words and an approving nod from Benjamin, before Brian went and walked off somewhere while Benjamin was quick to return to his chatting with the women.

Flint then went and turned his attention to yet another table where Tawney C. Esta and Prester Virgil were. Prester, in his usual not-so-friendly charm, had his arms crossed to his chest–looking gruff as normal with his pitchfork rested on the table. And, in the meanwhile, Tawney was as per usual, taking a nap; his arms were laid on the table and their head resting like a pillow, lightly snoring and doing a bit of owl hoots in between. Prester seemed a bit annoyed at the sleeping owl, but apparently chose to not bother to move to another table. 

“Your refill, sir.” The Cold Caller bartender then snapped Flint’s attention when the employee Cog went and announced. Flint looked and saw his refilled alcoholic drink.

“Oh, thank you,” Flint went into his pocket and grabbed out 25 Cogbucks and placed them in a jar that was labeled as “Tips” into them. The Cold Caller nodded in satisfaction at Flint’s generosity and went to resume shining another glass that would be ready for a beer. Flint then turned back around to resume his atmosphere of the party, lifting up the drink to his snout to take another sip. And their fiery eyes caught on to a table that piqued Flint’s interest now as the Bossbot felt capsaicin in their elongated mouth from their drink.

Graham was sitting with his legs crossed and hands on his head, talking with none other than the host hymnself, Dave Brubot, and Dave’s co-host of the party, High Roller. If it was one thing that Flint knew about Graham–it was that Graham was a huge fan of Dave Brubot’s music. He practically had all of Dave’s released albums in the Pace Place plus he also loved to listen to Dave’s music while working out in his home gym. And so seeing Graham talking with his idol formed a smile on Flint’s nozzle seeing how Graham was enjoying talking with his favorite musician. It was nice. 

Dave sat in one of the table chairs, having one arm over the chair. He looked quite extravagant since it was his party and he was the main host–wearing a linen button-up white, long-sleeved shirt with a deep V-neck that showed a good peek at Dave’s pectoral cleavage and a pair of black pants. High Roller, on the other, was mainly sporting his signature black suit with their casual vest with dice buttons. In the meanwhile, Graham had gone and fished out a nice lilac blazer that was way different from his work suit within his closet. 

Flint will admit: Dave and High Roller did look hot, and Dave’s voice was definitely talent-defining in terms. In a way, Flint had developed a bit of a crush on both Brubot and Roller. And the only Cog who knew of that two-timer crush was Graham–after Flint slipped to say something about Dave’s voice being attractive and how High Roller was pretty good-looking from last week’s late-night game show viewing. That made Graham get all excited and do a cute bouncing on his feet.

Of course, Graham had been encouraging Flint the past week or so to talk to Dave and Roller; but with Flint being himself, they were so anxious about it. Flint acted the same way when they were crushing hard on Chip back when the both of them were just colleagues (and at the time, Flint just discovered he was poly but didn’t know Chip was non-monogamous), and it took a while for the Firestarter to muster up the bravery to talk to Chip about his feelings. However, what kinda made it less awkward was just the fact that Flint had knowledge about Dave and High Roller were both also Chip and Mundie’s partners, but he wasn’t sure if whether or not the other Bossbot and the other Cog were interested in another partner in their polycule. Hell, they haven’t discussed to Chip (yet…) about that possibility. 

“Baaaaaaaabe…! Come sit with us!” Flint suddenly heard Graham calling to them from his table. It made Flint snap back into where he was just now–still at the open bar with now a half-empty glass of a margarita in his mechanical hand. Graham had his head thrown back a bit, shades tilted downwards to show the Pacesetter’s stunning violet eyes, and held a vibrant-blue colada cocktail in hand. Graham didn’t look tipsy one bit knowing how Flint knew Graham liked to slam down his drinks at times–probably was “pacing” himself this time (pun intended). 

“C-Coming, hon.” Flint went over to the table a bit hastily, being extra careful as to avoid bumping themself into the chair of one of Cosmo’s Satellite Investors who all five of them were sitting in a table. Luckily, they all seemed to not care and simply ignore the fire bot, thank Cog (Flint did not want to be written up another warning). They got to the table and sat with Graham next to them on a reserved and empty seat that was probably for Flint. 

Once Flint sat down, Dave immediately spoke: “How are you enjoying the party so far, Flint?” He asked, now leaning forward for a hand to rest on his face. 

“O-Oh, um, good–good, good.” Flint casually answered before taking another sip of their drink. “Thirty-fifth reward, huh? You must be proud.”

“Oh yeah! We were just talking about it currently!” Graham happily goes to talk next. “He won this reward for ‘Best Music Album’ in 1st place, again, and has an honorable mention for ‘Best Music Production’! How cool is that??” 

“They’re just practically givin’ out these rewards to me like candy at this point,” Dave goes to chuckle to hymnself. “Although, to be fair, this lil’ banquet bash isn’t just for me.” He goes to point a thumb to High Roller next to hymn. “Roller here got nominated for ‘Most Watched Game Show,’ but we’re waiting ‘til next week to announce it, babes.”

“Oh, really?” Flint asked.

“Fifty million viewff within one week of airing!” High Roller boasted, taking out a cigar and goes to cut off the tip. “Jufft affkin’ a buncha trivia questionff ffure rackff up quite an audienffe!” It goes to take out a small packet of matches, taking a stick and goes to strike it to create its bright flame, before they leaned in for the cutted tip of the cigar to lit. He did a hearty puff of tobacco as it goes to flick their wrist to put out the flame of the matchstick. 

“Well then, congrats on that,” Flint complimented. “That’s quite an achievement.” 

“Heh, thankff, ffweetheart,” High Roller casually says to Flint before he blew another puff. Flint involuntarily swallowed a bit. 

Graham side-eyed to Flint with a bit of a shit-eating smug grin that his boyfriend didn’t notice, he went and did a sip of his tropical blue drink, tasting its signature flavor of pineapple and coconut. Graham then goes and placed down his drink with an audible clink to which that got the Firestarter’s attention–including Dave and High Roller. “Oh, yeah, babe,” Graham goes to casually say in a cool tone as he leaned back a bit, “since we were discussing about Dave’s easy success for his musician career, Dave was just telling me that he was going to do a bit of an after-party ‘nd whatnot.” Graham brought up.

“After-party?” Flint went and asked, a bit curious. 

“Yeah, babyboy,” Dave went and crossed his legs, also casually. “It's gonna be at my pad after this lil’ shingaling festivity is done for most of the managers. But that doesn't mean the boogie ain’t over yet, babe! Just keepin’ the tempo in rhythm, ya know?” Dave went and laughed a bit, piano teeth doing some off-tune noises.

“And it’ff alffo gonna be a ffpeffial after-party, too.” High Roller chimed in a bit, tapping the ashes of his cigar off in a nearby ashtray that just so happened to be next to it. Flint’s eyebrows raised a bit in curiosity. 

“‘Special’??” Flint questioned, sincerely. “May I ask how?”

Both Graham and Dave exchanged smirks, like they were reading each other’s minds and thinking of the same thing. “Ohhh, it’s a really special type of party becaaaaaauuuuuuuuse…,” the Major Player goes to dramatically pause like there was drumroll being heard. He then flicked his wrist and before Flint’s technical eyes was a black card with golden cursive written on it between Dave Brubot’s digits. Dave then flicked the card and it idly goes and slid down on the table and towards Flint, presenting itself to them like a dish. Flint picked it up, and reading: 

FLINT BONPYRE, YOU ARE PERSONALLY INVITED AS V.I.P. TO DAVE BRUBOT’S AFTER-PARTY! LOCATION: 9891 Synthesizer Rd. (Gate Code For Entry: #9890)

“You’re invited!” Dave went and happily said.

“Hu–O-Oh. OH…!” Flint went and blinked a bit, taken aback by this sudden element of surprise. “Th-Thanks Dave, uh, r-really!” He looked at the card again, feeling how the small object’s surface felt really smooth by the touch. They involuntarily swallow, still tasting their drink. But then, Flint felt a bit guilty seeing as though they were getting invited–but Graham was such a big fan of Dave’s music. “But, uh, you know…Graham is quite a fan of your music Dave–maybe you should invite him instead of me,” Flint tried to coerce. 

“Baaaabe, it’s okay!” Graham had his drink in his grasp again but with his legs crossed. “I told hymn to invite you, don’t worry!” 

Flint had to blink again, being that he was a bit shocked to hear that but was also primarily confused. “But Graham, honey, you love Dave’s music more than me–why not get invited as well??” Flint asked. 

Graham pulled the straw away from his mouth, doing a confident scoff. “Ohh, Flint, I got something WAAAAAAAY better than an after-party invitation.” With that said, Graham then pulled out two lanyards that each contained passes clipped onto them and held them out proudly. “Lifelong special passes to get into Dave and High Roller’s shows for free!! HAHAHAAAAAA! How awesome is that?!” Graham then stood up, turned, and shouted across the room while holding up the special passes: “YA HEAR THAT CATHAL?!? I GET TO GO TO DAVE BRUBOT’S AND HIGH ROLLER’S SHOWS FOR FREE AND YOUUUUUUUUU DON’T!!! YOU STILL HAVE TO PAY TO GET TICKETS!!”

At Cathal’s table, both Kilo and Cathal looked up to see Graham shouting from across the room. Kilo went and raised an eyebrow, “Does he always do that??” 

“Yeah, pretty much,” Cathal shrugged and took a bite of his sail-mon roll, “one-sided enemies, or somethin’ like that…I just roll along with it.”

“Huh…,” Kilo plainly commented, “also, doesn’t he know you can get those special passes online?? Your dad got those for us for 150 Cogbucks each.” 

“Nahhhh, let him find out.” Cathal replied. 

Afterwards, completely ignoring Graham shouting at his club, Dave leaned forward once more as his elbows rested on the table once more. “It’s alright, babyboy, Graham insisted in the first place,” Dave assured, “besides, we’re coworkers after all and within the same district with Mr. Oilcan. Plus I don’t think you’ve been inside the infamous Brubot residence before, too.”

“Which will be a firfft for you,” High Roller added in once more. “Hehe, don’t worry, you’re gonna have lotff of fun onffe you’re over there, we’ll promiffe.” 

“And any time you wanna leave, you can do so–we aren’t gonna force you to stay. No harm done, just a lil’ colloquy and a few drinks is all.” Dave added in, just so the extra details were to soothe out Flint’s nervousness or doubts about the after-party. 

Flint drummed his finger on their thigh, a bit of a comfort stim they liked to do sometimes when being nervous. “I, uh, guess so,” Flint confirmed, a bit of curiosity was within his frame to see how this after-party was gonna turn out.

It was a bit safe to say that Flint felt a bit skeptical, not a whole lot, but there was a lot going on that Flint was wanting to put a finger on. Like how their boyfriend, Graham, was wanting Flint to be invited to Dave Brubot’s home for a secondary party–but Flint knew Graham well enough to know the Pacesetter would fight tooth and nail (or a child) to do anything to be more mutually close with his favorite musician. So Graham just brushing away the offer of wanting to be a V.I.P. of Dave Brubot (and High Roller, too, supposingly) was a bit of an alarm, but it couldn’t be concerning.

The fire Bossbot was currently sitting in the backseat of a taxicab, which he had been buckled in for the past five minutes, looking out the semi-rolled down window to gaze up at the night sky which was glitterized with stars and was illuminated by the full moon. It was beautiful out tonight, Flint couldn’t help but admit, with scattered clouds dusting the atmospheric night. As they looked at the glowing celestial object in the sky, Flint goes to take a drag of his cigar they’d lit before crawling into the car (luckily, Flint had asked if the driver was okay with smoking, to which the driver had given positive permission to continue to smoke), and Flint’s snout lets out a cloud of nicotine into the air. Same hand holding his cigar, they placed his face onto the palm of their hand. 

Prior to the main party Dave was hosting, a few hours had gone by before the managers decided to turn in for the night. They all gave Dave their thanks to hymn about his success and for hosting a fabulous party for that reason–sweet Belle Dama was the first to give thanks alongside her wife, Rosalind, leaving the party with a generous amount of party food to take with them as to not worry about cooking for a few days. Cathal and Kilo left secondly, also taking some leftover party food as well; the rest of the strawberries went to Mr. Kidd while the V.P.’s son took whatever pieces of sail-mon rolls were left to plan on eating for lunch tomorrow. As for some others, Spruce Campbell had clearly enjoyed getting refills of whiskey-infused cider a bit too much, resulting in getting help from Chip Revvington and Mary Anna to place Spruce in the backseat of Chip’s car so that the Chainsaw Consultant drove Spruce home safely. And Miss Vera Virgil happily waved goodbye to the rest of the guests while holding the hand of Prester, who had barely uttered a word or sentence since arriving. 

As for Flint and Graham, Graham had gotten a bit tipsy but was mostly still sober after ordering three piña coladas. Flint had mostly drank water after finishing off his two margaritas only because they didn’t want to show up plastered at Dave’s house as a precaution. Additionally, Flint ate some food at the party since he also knew what results happen when drinking on an empty stomach–encouraging Graham as well for that same reason but also because Flint cared for Graham to not be hungry. He definitely encouraged Graham enough since the speedy, purple robot had left the table for a moment to grab himself a serving of steak and high-voltage wire pasta. 

By the time the couple left, Graham and Flint had gone to Graham’s place to chill for a couple of hours until it was time for Flint to leave to attend Brubot’s special after-party. Luckily, it was enough time for them to place on a movie to entertain them–and Graham placed on his favorite movie from 1994 called Speed. And after finishing the movie, Graham had spent the remaining time on helping Flint get ready before politely ushering Flint out of the door and into the taxicab, telling Flint on hoping they would have a great time and to call Graham if anything. 

Flint wasn’t wearing anything too classy, as they wanted to dress comfortably since Flint knew it would be just a very small informal gathering. The fire Bossbot had left some clothes over at Graham’s from a while back but had neglected to pick them up; Graham was nice enough to wash them and keep them until further notice, and so Flint took the chance to wear them. It was mainly just casual and laid-back: a black tank-top with a logo of Flint’s favorite metal band, Metal-lica, and monochromatic dark-green camouflage khaki shorts. Like said, nothing fancy.

On their other hand was Flint’s phone, to which Flint had it fully charged to be fully prepared. The screen had it opened to Flint’s messaging app that contained important contacts of his favorite individuals, including Graham. Just a few minutes after Flint was being driven away, Graham had sent a few messages for Flint: 

luv u bae <3. have a gr8t time w dave and roller! 

oh!! And take PICS PLZZZZZ!!!!!!! i wanna see wat his house lookz like!!!!!!! 

Flint couldn’t help but lightly chuckle at that last message Graham had sent.

Then, Flint’s taxi driver spoke up, a furnace-based male Cog that wore a ushanka hat and spoke with a thick Crush-sian accent. “My fiery friend,” the cabbie spoke, “you haven’t spoken one bit since you arrive in cab. Something on your razum?”

“Huh? Oh,” Flint turned his attention to their driver, “s-sorry, I didn’t mean to think I was ignoring you. I was, um, just in the clouds was all.” 

“Ahhh…” the cabbie said with interest. “Deep thinker you are, eh?” 

“Umm…not, well, really. No,” Flint replied honestly. 

The driver lets out a small laugh out of sincere, “No need for sorries, my friend. You are my last customer for my shift–and, quite frankly, an easy one.” The driver went and pulled out a cigarette from an open carton of Crush-sian cigarettes in the cup holder. “If I may ask, fire man, what brings you to be at Brubot residence? Especially this late into the night, nonetheless,” the furnace Cog asked before lighting the cigarette with a finger of his.

The driver was right, though, Flint had looked at his phone just a minute ago and saw it was 9:55 p.m., they would be normally be sleeping right now. “Got invited to be at an after-party,” Flint answers the driver. “Um, V.I.P. to be exact.” 

“Ahhh,” the driver said once more, pulling away his cigarette from his mouth. “You know, fire friend, I’ve been up this road plenty times before–so much so, I have it practically embedded in my processors. You’d be surprised how many Cogs show up to this address.” 

“Really?” 

“Oh yes,” the cab driver replied, “and they’re not your typical customers either–celebrities, music producers, actors–they all come to that address. I hear nice things about Mr. Brubot every time: generous, charming, very outgoing, just nice man in general is all I’m saying, friend. It's always nice in my opinion to hear celebrity being good Cog; you don’t normally get to see or hear that nowadays, tch.” The Crush-sian robot informed. 

“Yeah, I know…” Flint said, “we’re, uh, coworkers in the same company, actually. That’s how we know each other.” 

“Oh! You know hymn personally–what a lucky chance.” The cabbie sounded happy hearing that. “Then you must be special to be V.I.P., huh?? You two are good friends, no?” 

“No, uh, we are.” They take another drag of their cigar, muttering quietly, “Don’t know why my boyfriend insisted, though…”

The rest of the trip was light and peaceful, with the driver going to tell stories about his village back from his home country after being granted permission by Flint. More so childhood stories and truthful gossip that had happened in the village–like the mayor of the village there was a veterinarian who delivered baby goats and had no clue of politics, but was elected since he was so well-beloved by the locals who were mostly farmers. Or how one of the neighbors was a local celebrity because of having four middle names. They were pretty easy tales to listen to, and it sure helped pass the time, because Flint had to realize midway through the cabbie telling another story that they were outside of Suitopia–just how far did the Major Player live away?? 

Their answer was quick to know, as the Crush-sian male Cog goes to take a turn into a woodsy area that was paved with gravel and small rocks. The pathway took about a minute or two, before it exited out of the small woods and into a clearing that showed a golden gate with a high and steep-looking driveway behind the bars, and resting on the hill was a house peeking out from the top. No way that was Dave’s house–Flint pondered in awe. 

The cabbie pulled up to the front of the gate, “Here we are, friend, your desired destination.” The cabbie announced once his car stopped to a soft halt. Flint gathered his belongings. 

“Thank you, sir,” Flint gratefully said, “how much do I owe you??” Flint asked as they go to pull out their wallet to get out some cash.

The cab driver held up a hand to halt Flint, “Put away your bumazhnik, friend, you do not have to pay for ride–ride is free on me.” 

“Wh–at least let me pay the fare. You drove me quite far!” Flint insisted. 

“Net. No fare, no tip, and certainly no credit. I’ve been paid enough today, fire friend, and you are last customer who has been good sport through whole ride. You even let me tell stories of my home back in my country, you were generous enough as it is to let me tell many stories of my village.” The cabbie said proudly. “You deserve nice ride without paying.” 

“O-Oh gosh…” Flint felt completely boggled at the driver’s generosity of wanting to give Flint a free ride. “I-I, well, thank you so much. How nice of you–but I still wanna pay you so here.” Flint goes and extended his hand out to where the driver and placed down a singular 50 Cogbuck bill. “At least for your troubles.” 

The cabbie didn’t argue further, only just politely tipped his hat, “I thank you very much, Mr. Bonpyre. You have good time with Mr. Brubot hymnself now.” 

Flint got out of the taxicab and walked around it to get to the gate. And before they did anything further, his driver goes and placed his head out the window. “Oh, my friend? Real quick–tell Mr. Brubot that Nikolai Coglovich drove you, I forgot to mention he knows me.” 

“Oh, okay,” Flint said, “friend of hymn as well?” 

The driver simply shrugged, “Oh, I’m his limo driver on weekdays.” He smiled before turning on his radio to play Crush-sian opera music loudly. “Safe partying now, friend!” The cab driver waved before backing out of the property and sped away, with the music playing in the distance. Flint blinked, giving out a nonchalant “huh.” 

Flint turned back to the gate, seeing a digital code box, and goes to grab out his invitation card that contained the entry code. They pressed the pound key, along with the four numerals, before pressing “Enter.” The code box went and did a beep and lit up green, and the gate goes to open to let Flint onto the property; Flint walked right in, before taking a moment to go and close the gate just so it wasn’t left open, to which it automatically locked itself. Finally, Flint walked up the steep and curved driveway, and they were given a more appropriate view of the Brubot house. 

The house itself was rather a beautiful structure, being designed as a two-story mansion that appeared to be futuristic with large windows and shiny white, it was painted and covered in music notes written on staff that wrapped and curved itself around the house like a wrap. There were flowering hedges that surrounded the home, too, the bushes themselves covered in blooming red roses that Flint could smell in the distance. There were steps that were presented to Flint–they were wide and a bit flat that lead to a wooden door and a doorbell. Flint swallowed once again. 

Flint walked up the steps, having to walk a few steps just to get to the other one, until they were at the door. The Bossbot could feel the wires inside him knot up like metaphorical nervousness; but nonetheless, he was here to have some simple fun, so that had calmed them down. They rang the doorbell, and to Flint’s surprise, instead of the traditional “ding-dong,” the bell played “Piano Sonata No. 14” or “Moonlight Sonata” for a short moment. 

Well, it is Dave’s house… Flint mentally told themself when the bell played the classical piece. The door had opened.

Dave Brubot hymnself appeared from within, now also dressed differently compared from what he wore at his party to which surprised Flint. He wore some linen dark-grey pants, just pants, and was shirtless. Flint was getting quite a look–his snout was agape a bit at Dave’s structure: his metal plating giving off the appearance of a muscular bod, showing off huge pecs, dented abs, and built-up biceps and arms. The sides of abdomen were laser-engraved designs that were evolute spirals in a wavelike pattern of ocean waves; and Dave’s upper arms had special colored-in laser-engraved tattoos that were roses and thorny vines that wrapped around his arms in metallic colors. 

Flint blushed, Oh my fucking Cog…, Dave’s hot(!!).

“Heeey, babe! Glad you could make it.” Dave greeted before he stepped hymnself to the side. “Take a step inside the domicile of the musical maestro myself, Flinty.”

Flint walked into the home of Dave, hearing the door behind them go and close. The house from the inside appeared to be bigger than what Flint saw from the outside. When they walked in, he was already in the living room–flooring was rustic wood, a fireplace made from quartzite on a wall with framed pictures perched that was next to a shelf of more photos and trophies, and across it was a giant flatscreen TV that was mounted and a sunken conversation pit that was big in square area. There was also a sliding door that went to a deck, and the outside appeared to have a pool and a in-ground spa. 

“Wow, Dave…the interior is amazing.” Flint complimented, looking around some more, being in more awe.

“Hehe, glad you love it, Flint.” Dave said, casually crossing his arms over his chest. “It used to be owned by one of my music producers, and then he retired to move into his beach house with wifey and gave it to me for a cheap price. Loved the outside, but the inside wasn’t my taste–so I hired some guys to help me reconstruct it so it was in my arrangement.” 

Dave went and walked over to an area of the room that was an open kitchen that had a marbled island table. Dave crouched to a small wine cooler that was embedded into the island table to pull out a bottle of red wine. “Flint, may I interest you in a glass??” Dave asked as he went over to a free-standing wine glass holder to grab a few. 

“Oh. Yes, sure,” Flint politely accepted the offer. They were feeling a bit parched, maybe for some oil, but Dave already got out a corkscrew to open it. Flint grabbed themself a seat at the island table, going to sit down on a swivel stool. A quick glance at the label on the wine bottle was all Flint needed to know it was expensive–Screaming Legal Eagle, an expensive brand indeed. Flint wasn’t a wine snob by any means, unlike Mr. Oilcan, but they recognize between a richly-bought wine and the cheapest one from the liquor store.

Once the cork was open, Dave began to fill the glasses with the red liquid. Flint watched the fluid go into the first glass, its deep red color looking something like blood; but Flint’s eyes went to wander by themselves onto something that was like enticing candy. Dave’s pectorals glimmered in the kitchen lights, making them appear to be shiny like they were oiled up–Flint wondered if Dave consistently buffered his chest. 

Feeling eyes being glued to hymn, Dave looked up to see Flint staring, and smiled. “Somethin’ you like to see, hotshot?” He asked, raising an eyebrow in interest.

Getting caught, Flint snapped back his attention to the Major Player, feeling embarrassment rise into his system, their face growing hot. “S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to–” 

“Heyyyyy, you’re all good, babyboy,” Dave quickly reassured Flint before they had the chance to apologize. He chuckles as he slides a glass of red wine cleanly to Flint, “I guess I’m the one being inappropriate here, huh? Greeting a coworker all shirtless ‘n’ whatnot; to which I apologize for, my conflagrating colleague, I got out of the shower five minutes before you got here and neglected to put on a shirt.” 

No wonder he looked fresh when I saw hymn at the door… “Oh, no worries, I mean, it is your place after all so you pretty much can do whatever, right?” Flint goes to let out a small laugh as they go to grab their glass and drink a bit. He noticed, too, how quiet the house felt–Flint was well aware of Buck and Dave’s relationship status, so Flint expected that Buck Ruffler was attending as well. “Umm, may I ask where’s Buck? It’s kinda awfully quiet here,” 

“Oh,” Dave chuckled again, “Buck ain’t here ‘cause he’s staying over at another house for tonight. But don’t worry, it ain’t just you and me here, because High Roller–” 

Just when Dave said its name, High Roller suddenly walked into the room from out of a hallway, carrying numerous Low Ballers in their arms while there were more surrounding his legs in a large group. Immediately, the room was filled with various quacking and webbed feet slapping the floor. “Oh, hey, you’re finally here already.” High Roller greeted Flint, “Excuffe me for a moment, I need to plaffe my Low Ballerff outffide.” 

Setting the Low Ballers in his arms onto the floor to join the others in a complete team, High Roller walked over to the sliding door and opened it to the deck outside. “C’mon, my little chickadeeff,” High Roller gestured to the deck to the Low Ballers, “Daddy haff a guefft tonight and doeffn’t want you all to bother.” 

“Awwwwwww!” They all said in disappointment.

“But we wanted to finithh playing Toon Hunt!” One Low Baller complained. 

“I wanna thtay inthide for five more minuteth, pleeeeaaaaathe??” A second one pleaded. “We won’t be a bother!” 

“Now, now,” High Roller went and wagged a finger at the flock of ducks, “you are all fftill in trouble after that fiaffco you pulled at Miff Miffty’ff build-day party two weekff ago. And you fftill have to lifften to what you’re told.” They go and point at the deck again, “Now keep the parade movin’, fellaff, and I’ll throw in a bag of peaff if you behave yourffelveff.” 

“Oh, boy! Peath!!” A third one happily cheered.

Almost immediately, the green mallards went and ran outside of the deck, the quacking and sounds of webbed feet continued on. Once the last one made it to the deck, High Roller closed the sliding door and he locked it. “Have to lock it ffinffe they now know how to open the door now,” High Roller commented as they pointed a thumb. 

“Flint just got here a few minutes ago,” Dave informed the other duck Cog, “wanna join us now? I opened up a fresh bottle,” 

“Phew, not now yet, Dave,” High Roller went and took off their signature hat, revealing fluffy green feathery hair with some streaks of red in it. “I fftill need to ffhower before I join you two. Thoffe lil’ birdieff alone make me feel aff though I went through a workout!” The other Cog exclaimed before it settled its hat down on a nearby table. “Ffhow Flint the workff, will ya??” 

“No problem, Roller!” Dave went and saluted to High Roller like a Boy Scout, and the other Cog returned back to the hallway where a door was heard being opened and then shut.

Flint looked at Dave, being a bit curious, “Umm, does High Roller…y’know?...” 

Dave lets out another chuckle, “Yeah, High Roller lives with me and Buck as well, too. All of us are roommates,” Dave answered. “I have plenty of rooms in this house so I might as well use ‘em–where do you think High Roller lives, in his own studio??” Dave laughed a bit at his own joke. 

“Oh, um, ha, that’s what everyone thinks…” Flint awkwardly brought up in relation, going to take another sip of their drink to try and ease their nerves. It was bad enough Flint was a jumbled mess of anxiety–let alone being with two other Cogs that Flint was secretly attracted to. It was going to take more than two margaritas and a glass of red wine to help Flint be more relaxed. 

Grabbing his own glass of wine, Dave goes to twirl it a bit to create a bit of wine legs, before taking a sip. “Mmm, what a fine taste that is…,” Dave hummed a bit. He twirled it some more, now looking down at his glass. “You know, Flint…” Dave goes to say, “I honestly feel admired that you have a crush on me and High Roller, that’s adorable.” 

Flint’s eyes became wide as saucers, being in shock, and they almost choked on his sip of wine and coughed a bit. In a panic, he looked at Dave, “W-Wh-What crush?? I don’t have a crush on you and Roller, absolutely not!! In fact, who said anything about a crush????” Flint goes to force out an uncomfortable laugh to try and make it seem he was doing stand-up, a light bit of orange color on their face in embarrassment appeared. Who fucking told Dave?!?!

Dave held up a hand in defense, “Easy now, Flint,” Dave heeled as he set down his wine glass. “Graham revealed your lil’ interest in me and High Roller when I was at Misty’s party that day; and your boyfriend had slipped up after having one too many shooters from that drinking game Spruce challenged him in.”

Cogdamn it, Graham…!! Flint mentally scolded. The shield was now down and the cat was out of the bag, no turning back now. “L-Look, Dave, me having a crush on you and High Roller was a bit…unexpected of me to feel.” Flint goes to finally admit. “A-And I mean really unexpected…” 

“Mm-hmmm, it sure must be,” Dave leaned forward. “I was a bit surprised, too, I won’t lie, babe. Especially since you’ve been in a relationship with one of my partners, Chip, as a metamour for a good two years already, and I’d figured that settled our polyamorous relationship comfortably now. I mean, me and Buck have been open for more than six years already, and we never really settled on a number so we just remained ambiguous since then.” Dave explained. “But to find out that my partner’s partner has a thing for me and Toontown’s beloved gameshow host?” He lets out a low whistle sincerely. “Ain’t that something?” 

Flint swallowed, bringing a hand up to his arm. “I-I mean…, I was planning on asking and telling Chip about it, and then, y’know, come to the both of you to see if you were interested and all…” 

“Oh, Chip and also Mundie know about it, Flint.” 

“What??” 

“They know, hon,” Dave repeated. “I talked to them earlier last week, explained what Graham had told me after the party, and I asked them how they felt about it. We had small talk, and they both agreed they were okay and open-minded about it–no jealousy or anything negative at all.” Dave took another drink. “Besides, we’re not explicitly a closed polycule for that matter; just as long as we have a clear communication about what we all want or need, it gets settled healthily.” Dave nods at that last statement.

“Sooooo…” Flint lightly fidgeted in their seat, “does that mean you and High Roller are…okay with me having a crush on you both?” Flint quipped. 

“Oh, Flint, we’re more than okay about it.” Dave says, looking at the other Bossbot with a positive and showmanship attitude. “Excited, really. It’ll give me and Roller a chance to see how things will work out with this upcoming update on our poly status. You with Graham and Chip, Chip with Mundie alongside me and Roller, myself and Buck, and now yourself with me and High Roller! How coolio is that??” Dave asks. 

Flint thought about it, “That does sound good,” Flint said, now feeling quite a lot better about it now. In a sudden turn of events, this came out positively better than expected. Not what Flint pictured with how they wanted to plan it out, but…this was just as good! Yeah, Flint could totally work that way–but still felt a bit angry at Graham, though…

“Although…,” Flint heard Dave pipe up again, and the musical robot was twirling his wine once more. “There’s is a particular reason Graham wanted you to come over here, and it has been a moment since I’ve participated in it.” 

Flint blinked, “What’s that??” 

Dave took another drink of wine, looked at Flint through his dark shades, and goes to curve a grin of his piano teeth. “How do you feel about having a three-way with us tonight?” 

Flint’s face burned, the orange hue growing more visible by the millisecond. They felt their throat becoming dry. “A-A three-way??”

“Yeah–you, me and High Roller. All three of us,” Dave says, placing a hand on his hip. “Of course, we don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Dave goes to walk around the table to be a bit more closely distanced with Flint. “Like I said, we could just have a couple drinks and no foulplay–I ain’t tryna force you into something you’re uncomfortable with, darling.” 

Rubbing his arm again, Flint thought about it. It was…enticing and exquisite to think about being in a sexual scenario with two Cogs at once. A heat bloomed in between Flint’s legs, and Flint was immediately shy. But in other regards…

“...I want it…” Flint quietly whispered, having already decided. 

“Hmm? What’d you say, babe?”

“I want it–er, having a threesome, I mean.” Flint vocally said in a normal tone. 

“You sure, Flint? Like I said once more, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Dave reassured the other Bossbot.

“Mm-hmm.” Flint went and quietly nodded to hymn, going to nonverbally confirm. 

Dave then goes to smile, crossing his arms over his chest again. “Well, all right! Sounds like we have a plan for tonight.” Dave went and straightened himself up before grasping the neck of Flint’s glass. “Wanna finish your drink first? Or…” 

“Save it,” Flint answered. 

Dave nodded, grabbing his glass as well as Flint’s, and goes over to a double-doored fridge to place the glasses in to keep them cool. Once the fridge was shut, Dave sauntered over to Flint was: “Ready for some fun, baby?” Dave purred, wrapping an arm around Flint and giving his shoulder a squeeze. “High Roller might be a while with his shower since he’s all feathers, which I don’t blame him one bit–I bet it would take me a long time to clean myself if I had feathers as well. So for now, it’s gonna be you and me until Roller joins us, okay?” 

Flint shivered a bit, but nodded. “Okay,” they reciprocated. 

“Great,” Dave went and back hymnself a bit, before going to arch his finger to Flint to gesture on following. “Follow me, babyboy, we’re taking this to my boudoir for extra privacy.” 

Flint obliged, turning his stool around and got off to stand–and Dave goes to walk in the opposite direction of where the hallway was, and in direction to where there was another hallway, but it was shorter with a singular door. The door itself is painted a dark brown and decorated with painted gold music notes. Dave grabbed the handle of it and turned it so it opened but only ajar; Dave then bowed to Flint. “After you, babydoll.” 

“Oh, uh…” 

Flint went and hesitantly opened the door, but otherwise had went and walked themself into the new room. Upon walking in, Flint had taken notice of a large bed that had various dark-colored pillows, and a fluffy blanket that draped the bed with colors that looked like it was in a hypnotizing pattern. There were also framed posters of past shows Dave Brubot did alongside posters of other Suitopian music artists hanging on the walls; across the bed to another wall was a wooden shelf full of vinyl record albums and a record player in appropriation. Next to the shelf was a Hollywood mirror vanity, and another wall contained that contained a barn door that Flint assumed was a closet, and another doorway that had curtain beads which lead to a bathroom. Finally, there was also another sliding that also led to the deck, and to Flint’s surprise, a few Low Ballers had pressed their beaks against the glass, probably trying to spy in.

“Hi, Mithter Flint!!” A Low Baller goes to flap its wing to the Firestarter like waving hello. 

Dave quickly goes to the sliding door, holding a small remote in hand. “Hmpf, naughty ducks,” he tsked before pressing a button, and a curtain came down to cover the sliding door. “There, now we have privacy.” Dave went and pressed another button on the remote, and the lights go to dim themselves to set the mood. Dave set the remote down, and he turned to Flint with the same grin, “Ya like some music on?” 

“Sure, um…any recommendations?” Flint goes to ask. 

“How about I put on one of my playlists?–my sex playlist for that matter.” Dave went and lightly teased, until a click was heard and an opening appeared from Dave’s neck and out popped a tray that contained a very small bronze disc. Dave grabbed the small disc, and the tray retreated back into his neck; he walked over to the record player, pressing a button that made another disc tray pop out, and Dave placed the disc into the tray and pressed the same button that made the tray return. 

The musical robot swivelly turned back to Flint with a small smirk, “I got ‘bout more than 24 gigabytes that little disc has that contains various genres of music.” Dave Brubot told, a finger hovering over a play button of the player. “All organized by musician, types of instruments that are played, and even by rhythm and BPM.” He pressed the button, “Now how about we–” 

A-well-a everybody's heard about the bird

B-b-b-bird, bird, bird, b-bird's the–

“WHOOPS!” Dave quickly scrambled to go and stop the song that wasn’t the desired one to play. He glanced at Flint, giving out a nervous chuckle. “My bad, I forgot Buck and the Low Ballers love to listen to that…hehehe…” Dave goes to readjust and fix it before the mood was killed, scrolling through the song options on the small screen that was next to the vinyl player. “Ah, here we go,” he says as he went to select a desired song. It was an R&B song that Flint was familiar with, knowing that it was one of Misty’s favorite songs she liked to listen to through their noise-cancelling earbuds, but knowing the source material of the song itself, Flint felt a bit flushed.

I'ma care for you…

I'ma care for you, you, you, you…

You make it look like it's magic (oh, yeah)

'Cause I see nobody, nobody but you, you, you

I'm never confused

Hey, hey, and I'm so used to being used

“Now, as I was trying to say…” Dave went and grabbed Flint by the wrist, pulling them until Flint was now close to Dave. Another hand goes to snake itself around Flint’s waist, and Flint’s still-clothed chest was now touching Dave’s bare one. The musician bot tilted his head downward, given that he was taller than Flint, and looked at them through his sunglasses and a loving tone. “How about we start ahead on this commercing two-Cog tango of ours until it gets turned up as a ménage à trois.” 

Flint breathed a bit heavily as if they had been holding his breath, “Y-Yeah…I would like that,” Flint agreed, and Dave let out a friendly chuckle.

“Ever had a threesome before, Flint?” Dave asked. Flint swallowed, and shook his head.

“I, uh, no, not really.” Flint replied honestly. “This is, um, actually my first.” 

“Ahhh,” Dave says in understandment, “well, no worries babe, there’s always a first for everything for everyone.” 

Dave then went over to his bed, and goes to pat his hand on the edge of the mattress with a nice smile, “Have a seat, babyboy, I got something else to make things more sensual. Graham helped me out a bit,” 

Flint obeyed Dave’s word, and they go to sit on the edge of the bed, placing his hands on the mattress. Huh, Dave had a firm mattress–but then again he was quite a big Cog, and maybe a soft mattress wasn’t suitable for hymn. Flint then heard a clicking sound near them and looked over his shoulder to where a bedside table was, and Dave had a lighter on hymn as well as a few candles. 

“A lil’ speed-defying birdie told me that you like scented candles,” Dave goes to say as he lit each candle. “Good thing I had some lying around still–I mainly use ‘em when I take long and relaxing baths after a show.” 

Soon enough, the air around Flint wavered a pleasant and nice smell–it was a scented concoction of roses, a citrus-y lemon-lime, and something herbal like peppermint. A weird combination for sure, but Flint didn’t mind it, actually. Dave then walked hymnself back over, gently taking Flint’s hands without a word and goes to make them stand up again. Now standing face-to-face, one of Dave’s hands released from Flint’s to go and affectionately place itself on Flint’s cheek–to which Flint’s snout curved into a soft smile as Dave’s thumb rubbed his face. Flint couldn’t help but nuzzle into Dave’s gentle touch. 

“You’re beautiful,” Dave says in admiration, “now I can see why Graham and Chip fell head-over-heels; I think I’m starting to fall as well.” 

“Awww…” Flint blushed at that, feeling his engine in his chest cavity go to flutter. 

“Hmmm…” Dave’s soft hum reverberated within his throat, “wanna start off with some foreplay, Flint? I love building up some tension.” 

“I-I don’t mind that,” Flint lightly agreed, “do you…have any ideas in mind?” Flint asked in a suggestion. 

“I know how to give a good massage,” Dave suggested to Flint, “I always like to treat Buck to a nice rub-down after work; Chip, too, but he ain’t much of a touchy Cog if ya know well what I mean.” Dave did a light laugh. 

Dave let go of Flint’s hands, and Dave’s set goes to Flint’s sides–just below to where their engine was. Flint’s metal frame goes to involuntarily shiver itself like he was cold, just by feeling Dave’s digits touching them. They then feel his fingers go to hook the hem of his tank top, Dave lifted the clothing up a little to expose the red plating of Flint’s abdomen. 

Dave mused, “Is it alright with you that your clothes are off? It’ll make the experience better, I promise.” 

Flint couldn’t say a word, he went and nodded while doing a “mm-hmm,” the wires feeling as though they were pulling into more tight knots and his technical system was sparking up an electrical storm. Dave went and furthermore lifted Flint’s top off of them–and the fire bot going to lift their arms for a temporary moment so that Dave had better removal. Their top was discarded on the floor, now just as bare-chested as the other male Cog, and Dave resumed his work on stripping Flint. Flint’s entire face felt hot, all while the musician Cog fiddled with the button and zipper on Flint’s khaki shorts before they were promptly pulled down–underwear, too, as well. Flint went and stepped out of his shorts and kicked them out of the way, now having their entire metal red frame exposed for the Brubot man to take in.

Dave’s optics scanned Flint, taking in the nude sight before hymn. He let out a breathtaking sigh, “Ohhh, babyboy…mmm, you look dazzling right now in front of me–like a pretty gem in limelight.” Dave lowly purred.

In reaction, Flint’s silicone pussy went and pulsed; feeling their slick build up and collect itself. Flint felt both exposed and open, but secure and private at the same time; like multiple optics staring at them but he was invisible. “Here, babe,” Dave went and hooked his thumbs to the waistband of his linen pants, “let’s make things more serene between us.” 

Before Flint could react, Dave’s pants had dropped to the floor with a soft thud and pooled his ankles. Flint’s yellow pupils moved downwards to the crotch of Dave Brubot and they could feel their throat tense up. Dave was sporting an unexpected but very vast hard robotic cock–the shaft was the same color as his body and the bulb tip was shiny and golden. Also, Flint could see more of Dave’s legs now, also seeing that the laser-engraved roses and thorny vines design were the same for his upper legs and thighs. 

But the tattoos weren’t the only thing that was on Flint’s mind, however…

While being distracted, Dave’s thumb and forefinger came to the edge of Flint’s helmet. “Lemme just…” the other Cog flicked away Flint’s helmet, also falling to the floor with an audible clank. Flint’s attention was immediately snapped back into them as his mane of fire was out of its confinements. “Now get back onto the bed, baby,” Dave instructed, “just lay down and relax and let me work my magic touch on you.” 

Flint quickly stammered out, “B-But I don’t want to catch your bed on fire…!” 

“It won’t,” Dave assured, “my sheets, pillowcases, and blankets all have special fibers that are laced with fire retardant chemicals. Even when they’re washed, they’ll still put out a fire pit and not get a single scorch mark on ‘em.” 

There was some easement, but Flint still remained cautious as they went to and planted himself back on the bed. However, a hand went and gently pushed Flint, and Flint found himself lying on the mattress with a verbal “Oof!” and a small creak of the bed–Dave’s word was kept and the sheets didn’t combust into flames and ash. Flint’s head tilted up to show Dave now hovering between Flint’s leg as he stood above the fire bot. Dave’s smile remained the symbol of his showmanship. 

“Let me take care of you, sweetie.” Dave cooed. “Let me take your worries and stress and make ‘em into something more…defusable.”

Soon, Flint found Dave’s hands go to their shoulders, and Flint lightly tensed up. “Relax…” Dave repeated in a soothing tone, and Flint let out a cute and small quiet whine. Then, with a bit of small pressure and in a bit of circular motion, Dave goes to rub at Flint’s shoulders, humming along to the instrumental of the song still playing. Ohh, that feels nice…, Flint goes to let out a small sigh, taking in the feeling of Dave’s touch. 

“Mmm…” Flint quietly let out, and they felt their wires go to travel some calmative energy all over their Skelecog, joints, and just his metallic parts in general. The heat in his robotic cunt grew, feeling themself get more slicked up with lubricant oil, and their C-chip goes to do small throbbing. And Dave’s touches were being heavenly at this point. “Oh…”

“How you doing, babe?” Dave asked to check in on the Firestarter, and his hands go to move from Flint’s shoulders down to below the sides of Flint’s chest plating. “You like my massages?” 

“Uh-huh…” Flint goes to answer, head lolled back a bit and eyelids drooped halfway. Their chest goes to puff up and goes to let out a soft and low moan as he decompresses his chest to exhale–even though Flint didn’t have lungs. The air felt heavy with the mixed smells of the scented candles and with how Dave goes to resume his massaging on his sides; doing the same circular motions with his thumbs. 

Dave felt pleased with his answer from Flint, and was happy to see Flint all relaxed and calm. Through sunglasses, his eyes go to coast downward to where Flint’s robotic cunt was–and Dave’s inner sexuality goes to amplify itself as he could see just how aroused and wet Flint has been. He could already see a single string of slick that connected from Flint’s pussy to his blanket. Dave decided now it would be time to spice things up a bit more, and he slid his hands from under Flint’s chest, past their hips, before his gloveless hands went to place themselves on top of Flint’s thighs.

Flint went and sat himself up a bit when he felt Dave’s hands go to their thighs so sudden, and their face went to burn up. Dave gently squeezed their upper legs before parting them a bit further, just for easier access, and Dave kept his sunglasses-covered eyes strictly to Flint’s cunt. “My, couldn’t help but see how wet you are, babyboy,” Dave commented in a low and lustful tone, purring once more as he fell with a soft clank of his knee joints as he kneeled in front of Flint’s spread legs. He grasped underneath Flint’s knee joints and pulled up their legs, “Mmm, I’m gonna eat you out so good…” 

Flint then looked at Dave with a puzzled look: “Umm, Dave??...” Flint went and piped up a bit, “I mean no offense or anything, buuut…how are you going to, y’know, ‘eat me out’?” 

Dave took a few seconds to process what Flint was asking, until: “Oh!” With a few laughs and a playful smack of his own forehead, he goes with the answer. “Silly me, now where were my manners on properly introducing you to my anatomy, babydoll?” He goes to chuckle. 

Flint goes to watch, out of curiosity, as Dave goes and furthermore opens his piano mouth a bit–showing the inner hydraulics that were within hymn. Then, suddenly, a wriggling appendage goes to slide out of Dave’s mouth from his lower jaw–a silver tongue, much like Graham’s, only it looked vaguely like a tentacle and prehensile. This added some shock value to Flint, who let out an aborable squeak of surprise and the orange hue of their blush darkened. 

“Y-You have a tongue?!” Flint exclaimed, and his pussy grew more wet. 

“Mmmm-hmmmmmm…” Dave smoothly hummed again, “and I’mma use it on you.” Dave leaned his upper body more to Flint’s crotch, just so his head was resting to where Flint’s thighs were, and his tongue goes to give a single, long lick of Flint’s robot cunt. Going from Flint’s vaginal opening and dragging itself upwards to their sensitive C-chip. Upon feeling it, Flint gasped loudly, throwing their head down on the bed and the sheets were gripped tightly for support. 

SENSORY FUNCTIONS: CLITORAL AND (OUTER) VAGINAL STIMULI DETECTED 

“Ah…!” Flint goes to let out, and a lick of fire comes out of his snout. Dave kept his grasp on underneath Flint’s knee joints, which was that Flint’s lower legs were on Dave’s back, as he focused his tongue’s movement on Flint’s wet slit. Dave’s tongue was way different than Graham’s, being that it wasn’t “normal-looking” by any means whatsoever. Flint panted a bit, looking down at Dave as he lapped rhythmically in motion.

Dave’s tongue then goes to retract a bit, head going to rotate itself as Dave’s teeth goes to plant themselves on Flint’s inner thigh (that was a kiss in Dave’s attempt) and a few notes ran out softly but somewhat in-tune. “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot like this,” another attempt of a kiss was followed, this one on Flint’s other thigh. He breathed out, “So tempting…” He protruded his tongue out, resuming on lapping at the clitoral chip that blinked profusely at the music bot’s ministrations. 

Flint goes to let out a huff, taking in the sweet nothings of the other Cog, their legs begin to lightly tremble due to Dave’s pleasurable oral treatment. “A-Ah, Dave…Dave!...” Flint goes to call out, and his hand goes to reach down to Dave’s head, making sure that Dave kept up to what he was doing. His other hand kept clenching the sheets, their mane of fire crackling intensely. “Dave…!” 

“Mmm…, keep callin’ out my name like that, bae, it's delicious.” Dave encouraged, the tip of his tongue going to do a few licks on Flint’s clit, earning hymnself another moan from Flint. More lubricant slick was being produced from Flint’s opening; and each swipe of his tongue went to smear it at his slit. Dave was already loving the way Flint was reacting to oral, seeing as how Flint was being so sensitive at the sensation. He goes to lap at Flint’s folds, not touching his C-chip, to tease, and Dave could feel Flint’s warmth radiating from his hole. Now that was also tempting…

Flint was about to moan out a protest for Dave to resume stroking his C-chip with that versatile tongue of his, but what only came out was a desperate whine from their voice box. Until they felt something go to prod at their entrance, and Flint went to suck in air knowing what that was, and goes to grunt when the tip of Dave’s tongue goes to slip in followed by more length of it. Flint cried out, feeling Dave’s tongue stretching his cunt and it going in more deeper; another cry followed as they felt the tip flick against his rubber cervix. 

“Ahh! FUCK!” 

Grabbing tightly at their knee joints to make sure Flint stayed in place, groaning as he thrusted his tongue in and out of Flint’s pussy. The metallic appendage covered in a coating of lubricant oil and his own synthetic saliva; darting in a steady beat likewise of a song. Dave did a moan of his own as well, the thermal sensors that were installed in his tongue were detecting the presence of calefaction–the walls of Flint’s silicone vagina were as if Dave stuck his tongue in his own hot tub. He loved how warm Flint felt–not scalding hot, just very, very warm. His own cock throbbed in future tense of hoping to feel the same treatment his metallic appendage was getting. 

Flint kept moaning, their back arched in pleasure, mouth gaped to let out his stringed cries while their eyes were squeezed shut. His cunt clenched around Dave’s tongue, but he kept pumping in and out with ease, almost like Flint’s grip on his tongue was nothing. It felt weird–a good weird, in fact–feeling Dave’s tongue go so deep into them; Graham’s tongue could only reach in so much because it wasn’t as long as Dave’s, but it definitely got the job done properly still. 

Then, Dave retracted his tongue, but only just so that way a certain length was still inside of Flint. And the rest of which goes to curve until it touches Flint’s clitoral chip once more. It goes to move in a rubbing motion, and the remaining that was still inside Flint goes to press hard against the other Bossbot’s G-chip–and that was the final straw that broke a camel Toon’s back.

ORGASM.EXE WILL NOW OVERRIDE YOUR TECHNICAL SYSTEM

“Hnnnngh–AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!” 

Flint came, hard. Their legs shook and clung to Dave’s back, their eyes rolled to the back of his head, and a quick burst of flame shot out from his snout. His pussy clenched once again, and Flint’s slick-infused, heated-up cum goes to drench Dave’s tongue and lower mechanical jaw. Flint tensed for a few seconds, before falling back to Dave’s bed all unwinded and a breath of a sigh in relief. Just as Dave goes to retract the remainder of his tongue out of Flint–leaving behind a tender ache that felt good and his C-chip still throbbing from the intensity of Dave’s cunnilingus. 

Dave pulled his head away from Flint’s cunt, his tongue swiping leftover slick that was on his lower jaw and retracted it back to his piano-toothed maw to taste it. Metal-tasting like quarters; warm like freshly-steeped tea, now a new favorite flavor. He gets up from the floor, and leaned over to Flint, his large stature looming over the slightly smaller Bossbot. “Mm, come here, baby,” Dave lightly moaned before placing each of his hands on Flint’s face, pulling them into a kiss as he goes to slip his tongue into the entrance of Flint’s nozzle. 

Flint had to let out a bit of a startled but muffled-out sound, but soon melted into Dave’s kiss. As he did so, Dave got hymnself more onto the bed, his body weight pressing itself against Flint’s red plating. They both moaned as they both deepened their make-out; Flint’s hands going to feel Dave’s body while their legs go to cross themselves over Dave’s hips to secure hymn. Flint could taste a faint flavor of their own slick from Dave’s tongue, groaning as the metallic wet appendage was wriggling its way around inside Flint’s snout. Meanwhile, Dave could taste the heavy tang of cigar smoke, ash, and the wine Flint had earlier–not quite a good palette, but Dave nonetheless didn’t mind one bit. 

A third voice then rang out into the room, a familiar one, too: “Awwww, were you two gonna fftart without me??” It asked with a mock disappointment. 

Glancing to the bedroom doorway, both Dave and Flint saw High Roller standing there–leaning against the frame with one arm as a hand was gripping a towel that was wrapped around their waist, fresh from the shower. His shades were no longer on their face, now being more expressive as High Roller’s eyes were shown–black sclera with dice for pupils. Some feathers on it’s body appeared to be damp, but most of him was basically dry; even though High Roller was several feet away from them, Flint could smell a lingering scent of a fruity body wash. 

Dave goes to laugh, sitting hymnself up with Flint perching themself up with his elbow joints. “Party’s only just started, Roller!” Dave announced to the other duck Cog, pushing hymnself off of Flint and went to pose as he laid on his side next to Flint with a hand propped on his face. “I think it's time we turn this duo duet into a trinity tango right about now.”  

“Oh-ho-ho, fuck yeah!” High Roller answered joyfully and full of excitement. They unwrapped the towel from it’s hips, allowing the wet towel to fall to the floor and High Roller’s already-hard dick to expose. His shaft was mostly a metal grey with four segmented lines that were each blue, green, red and yellow, with the tip of his cock to be the same green colors as their feathers, and pairing with its dick was a sporty and hefty pair of testicles that were covered in fluffy and soft pubic down feathers. Safe to say that High Roller was going to empty his balls tonight. 

Flint couldn’t help but do another squeak as High Roller walked himself over to where Flint’s legs were draped over at the edge of the bed, and they went to grab Flint’s thighs and spread them apart further. The other Bossbot blushed immensely at this straightforward action, their C-chip throbbed again. “Fuck, Dave, were you eating him out jufft now??” High Roller asked with some color on its face. Flint swallowed hard.

“You know it.” Dave’s vocals said with positivity. 

“H-He, uh, was,” Flint managed to confirm as well. 

“Heh, knew it,” High Roller went and said, and it goes to get down on their knees in the same kneeling position Dave was in earlier when he was giving Flint oral sex. Now also between the Bossbot’s legs, High Roller went and eyed at the fire bot’s wet pussy, and his die pupils go to roll themselves–one pupil ended up as a two and the other one a five; the infamous lucky number seven. Licking its front teeth in confidence, High Roller goes to rub their hands together joyously. “Two thingff I love about eating puthy and ffweet lil’ granny Belle’ff deffertff: I get to taffte-tefft!” 

Flint goes to let out a gasp as soon as High Roller dove head-first in excitement into their cunt–eagerly sticking out his tongue and licking up the oil from it. One hand on Flint’s upper leg to keep their legs apart as its tongue goes to lap as Flint’s silicone slit and sensitive robotic clit. Flint couldn’t help but let out a groan as he felt High Roller’s velvet-feeling appendage glide upwards at Flint’s hole, which was still in a bit of an ache due to Dave’s tonguefucking. High Roller’s tongue wasn’t metal by all means, it was a bit of a silicone prosthetic, but it felt like a real thing. 

In the meantime, Dave kept hymnself propped as he viewed the sublime sexual showing that was in front of hymn. Flint slipped out some shy but verbal moans here and there, while High Roller seemed to be enjoying itself by taking in the thrill of giving Flint oral sex. The duck Cog let out a moan of his own, seeming to take in and savor the taste of Flint’s slick when darting their tongue at Flint’s silicone vagina; its tongue flicking Flint’s blinking chip of a nub. And Dave took in notice how Flint was adorably all hot and bothered, legs trembling, and making cutesy little gasps and whimpers as well; they seemed as though they weren’t used to this type of treatment. Then again, Dave had to remind hymnself that this was Flint’s first time having a threesome. 

“Nnnngh…, a-ahhh!...” Flint moans out to another swipe of his C-chip from High Roller. Flint’s hand goes to involuntarily place itself on top of High Roller’s feathered head–metal digits through red-streaked green feathers. High Roller got themself a minor thrill of this, and he hears Flint moan loudly once again when it goes to lightly prod the entrance of Flint’s pussy with the tip of their tongue. 

However, instead of slipping its tongue in, High Roller goes to remain their tongue-centric focus onto Flint’s clit. They could feel more build-up of warm slick and a bit of his drool seeping down their lower set of domino teeth and chin. Flint must be more than close already. And so, High Roller goes to look up at Flint with a bit of a mischievous attitude and a playful wink, before their mouth goes back to Flint’s C-chip–whereas High Roller goes to gently and carefully set the tips of their teeth onto Flint’s clit with very light pressure, and then use its prosthetic tongue to circle the small nub. And it hears a gasp from Flint. 

“Ohh, motherboard of–AHHHH!!” 

High Roller quickly pulled their mouth away for a bit so that his tongue would stick out near Flint’s hole. Another wave of heated-up cum gushes out of Flint, dripping heavily onto High Roller’s tongue to which they lapped up happily. High Roller did a light groan as it goes to swallow some slick. And after Flint was done after several seconds, the duck Cog pulls away from Flint’s cunt, a few stray bridges of saliva and lubricant oil connected from their teeth, before breaking it up as High Roller licked his domino/piano teeth once again. 

Dave was now kneeling beside Flint, hands on their shoulders as Flint goes to take deep breaths to recover from their orgasmic high. “How’s the taste? I thought it was delectable,” Dave goes to say towards High Roller. 

“Ffure iff!” High Roller goes to stand, revealing that its other hand had been touching his cock to keep hard and alert. “Now I think it’ff time we afftually get to the main event.” 

Dave laughed, but halted High Roller. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, my mallard friend,” Dave goes to start just as Flint goes to sit up, “but I think it's fair enough that we should let Flinty here pick who's gonna start off.” The music bot goes to suggest.

“H-Huh??”

“Oooooooh, I like the ffound of that! Ffex roulette–who’ll our lucky contefftant pick to have their inffideff rearranged.” High Roller playfully quips, leaning over the bed before it goes to crawl on their hands and knee joints on the mattress to get on the bed. He then laid on his belly, staring at Flint with a lustful look, and the duck Cog’s curly tail wagged in excitement. 

“It’s okay, babe, take your time to decide.” Dave assured Flint, still remaining next to them all kneeled, only he was now more in front of the fire bot. Dave’s cock had remained hard as well, not looking as if it had gotten soft or down a few limp inches. 

“Um…” Flint took a moment to think about it, his hard drive whirring to decide. Ultimately, the Bossbot went ahead and did roulette between the two men, to which they mentally imagined the roulette wheel and an arrow landing on none other than…, “I-I suppose Dave can go first, since y’know, it’s only fair mainly ‘cause he helped get me…well, prepped.” 

“Well, alright!” Dave exclaimed, before turning back to High Roller. “Ya just wanna watch?” 

Oh, that’s right, High Roller was gonna be present the whole time. It wasn’t going to be a one-on-one thing. 

High Roller nodded eagerly with a “mm-hmm!”, getting itself to scoot more closer to the fire bot while still on their belly. Meanwhile, Dave went and retrieved a tube bottle of WD-40 lubricant, popping off the cap and squeezing a bit on his fingers to reveal the oily substance in a jelly consistency. Not too much, but also not too little; Dave went and did a hum as he goes to stroke his lubricant-slicked fingers all over the hard shaft of his cock. Once he got his dick lubed up, Dave goes back to the other Bossbot. 

“You comfortable where you are, babe? We could always do it in another position,” Dave suggested. 

Flint nodded as a nonverbal answer, going to voluntarily spread their legs for easier access to Dave. Laying back down a bit to get more comfortable, Flint watched as Dave slid hymnself over to Flint’s legs, right then and there did Dave go and grab Flint by the ankles and hoisted them onto his shoulders. Flint’s voice got caught in his throat by surprise; not before feeling slight pressure at their warmth-radiating entrance where the golden tip of Dave Brubot’s cock patiently pressed. Flint did a small whimper. 

“Anytime you wanna stop or take a break–don’t be afraid to speak up, okay babe?” Dave informed. And Flint did another nod to answer. 

Satisfied with Flint’s answer, Dave goes to further push his cock into Flint, the lube coating his dick made penetration easier. Flint let out a moan and an arch of his mechanical spine as they felt their pussy get filled and stretched with the Major Player’s cock. While Dave quietly moaned with a bit of color on hymn, keeping his grip on Flint’s legs as their ankles were being worn like earrings on Dave. The Firestarter’s cunt felt…winsome would be an appropriate word–feeling as though Dave’s dick felt like it was being hug like a fresh, warm blanket straight out of the dryer, that sort of sensation. 

SENSORY FUNCTIONS: VAGINAL STIMULI DETECTED

SENSORY FUNCTIONS: PHALLUS STIMULI DETECTED

Resting his head on their hand, High Roller watched the two Cogs in front of it go right into banging. As soon as Dave’s cock reached the hilt and was fully inside, the former musical robot had already began to thrust hymnself into Flint at a steady and normal pace, and the latter arsonist robot elicited a loud moan as they went to grip at the sheets below for support. Clanks of metal against metal were heard whenever Dave had his hips connected to Flint. As much as High Roller was a tad disappointed he didn’t get chosen to go first to fuck Flint, that disappointment was quickly washed away by the sexual potential of having to fuck Flint after he was filled with another Cog’s cum deep inside them. High Roller’s engine roared by that thought, fluttering like a meaty heart, and an involuntary purr elicited from its throat. 

“Ahh! Ahh!!” Flint cried out in arousal, his eyes squeezed shut as they felt Dave’s cock repeatedly thrust into him. The canal walls of Flint’s pussy spasmed and twitched around Dave’s dick; it was definitely a bit girthier than what Flint was normally used to with Graham or Chip. Their C-chip was getting attention each time Dave’s pubic plating hit the small, blinking chip–making extra pleasure shoot up Flint’s electrical circuits. The arsonist Cog let out a whine each time the gold tip glided across Flint’s G-chip. 

“Ugh…fuck, babyboy…” Dave panted out, and a sheen coating of synthetic sweat covered the front of Dave as well as a few beads coming down his forehead. He was getting all hot by Flint’s mane of hair radiating it’s heat directly to Dave. Flint’s wet silicone walls of his cunt pleasured hymn on the exterior metal of his shaft; the arson robot’s sounds were like music to his auditory processors. The tightness around his shaft was quite intoxicating to the Brubot Cog.

Then, Flint felt something feathery, soft, and fruity-scented press against their arm–High Roller had moved itself closer to the arsonist Cog and was looking at Flint with the most devoted look on their face. Flint got flushed by this, seeing as how High Roller was suddenly so close to them. A hand was placed on Flint’s abdomen, and before Flint could look, High Roller went and said: “Allow me to give you ffome affifftanffe.” 

High Roller’s hand goes to trail down lower and lower, the tips of its fingers tease the red plating of Flint. Flint shuddered once those fingertips went and touched his throbbing and sensitive C-chip. Then, High Roller’s fingers began to rub the blinking nub, making the arsonist Cog do a low moan; the repeated filling of Dave’s cock inside him along with High Roller now massaging their clit was making Flint going to drive them to the brink of orgasm. 

Sensing this, High Roller turned to look at Dave, his middle and ring digits now slick as they kept stroking Flint’s clitoral chip. “Well, Dave,” High Roller goes to interject, “fill ‘em up!” The duck Cog goes to encourage. 

PHALLUS STIMULI PROCESS: ORGASM.EXE AT 100% 

Dave lets out a hearty laugh, “Don’t gotta tell me twice!” The musician Cog joked. He goes to give out the final remainder of his thrusts, making sure to build up his climax, up until the last one. In Flint’s silicone cunt, the gold tip of Dave’s cock goes to kiss the entrance of Flint’s rubber cervix, slightly pushing itself in to be invited. Once it peeked, Dave’s dick then went to empty itself into Flint’s pseudo-uterus, filling it up with Brubot baby batter that coated the inside thoroughly. 

Upon feeling Dave cum inside them, Flint let out a gasp and another groan, their legs tensing up as Flint goes to release his own orgasm as well. More saline solution and slick went to splatter on the base of Dave’s cock and some goes to entirely coat High Roller’s fingers. The hot liquid steamed, creating wisps of small clouds due to the heated solution. 

Dave’s goes to let out a sigh of relaxation after composing hymnself for a moment to feel the bliss of his orgasm, his cock still warming at the walls of Flint’s robo-pussy. Dave settled Flint’s legs back on the mattress, before he goes to gently pull out of Flint, and once the tip of his cock exited, a seep of his rose-gold colored artificial semen leaked out of the fire robot’s hole. “Damn, Flint, I filled you up…” Dave commented with a low whistle in astonishment. 

High Roller took a glance at Flint’s pussy, seeing that it was now thoroughly creampied, and it licked their teeth. “Fuck, you ffo did…” High Roller let out a soft chuckle afterwards. 

Flint lightly pants, recovering from his own orgasm as well. Their pussy quivered and throbbed–feeling Dave’s cum continuing to leak out, and it felt as though there was so much of it. Then, just as Flint thought the sexuality of the air had calmed down and settled in, a hand grasped underneath his knee joint and lifted it up. The fire Cog’s head flipped to face High Roller once again, who laid on his side next to Flint much closer like last time. The green tip of High Roller’s cock merely centimeters at their entrance.

“My turn now, ffweetcheekff.” High Roller cooed. 

The gameshow host robot went and practically slammed itself into Flint’s pussy, the head of his dick also kissed the hilt of Flint’s cervix in one go like how Dave did. High Roller bottomed out just as Flint let out a prolonged moan upon having a second metal penis thrusted into them. High Roller let out a moan of their own as well–Cog, Flint’s pussy felt way too good to be not real; it was a bit loose thanks to Dave’s previous pounding, but still maintaining its vice-like tightness. 

High Roller only let Flint adjust to their length for only a few seconds and then began to fuck them. Unlike Dave, who seemed to take his time with his thrusts, the duck Cog on the other hand was pumping his cock into Flint like an animal in heat who found another animal to mount on. “Fuuuuuuuuuuuck…!!” High Roller groaned out in pleasure at the surrounding warmness and tightness around its dick, Dave’s cum making Flint’s walls more slick. 

Its balls slap against Flint’s robotic clit each time High Roller thrusted into their cunt, letting out more moans and a few gasps between here and there. His pussy once more stretched and filled with cock; it was believeable that High Roller and Dave were practically the same size. The flaming Cog grunted as High Roller’s length goes to hit at their G-chip repeatedly as well, “Ohh, fuck!!” Flint cried out. 

With Dave, he was simply just kneeling on the bed, near one of the corners as he watched from a close distance. Dave let out a bit of moans of his own as well, as it was shown that he was stroking his dick, being in rhythm of High Roller’s thrusts–his cock still wet with a bit of lube but mainly slick to help with jacking off. Dave watched with love and lust intertwined at his own personal and private porn viewing that was happening in front of hymn on his bed. “Mmmm, keep goin’ at it, babes,” Dave encouraged, while rubbing a thumb over the head of his cock to smear shiny precum, “you’re both making some majestic music.” 

“Haa!...Haa!!...Haa!!!...” Flint yelled out.

Meanwhile, out in the deck, all the Low Ballers were simply in the pool, chilling out as they all floated within the water–some paddling by using their webbed feet and others just merely floated like pool toys. However, there were a few Low Ballers that were sitting outside by the other sliding door that led to Dave’s room. All hearing from what was unfolding from the inside, but only audibly and not visually due to the fact the sliding doors were concealed by curtains.

“Haa!...Haa!!...Haa!!!...” Flint was heard, muffled from the other side, even though the music as well from inside was turned up. The few mallards didn’t hear everything, just a few words here and there that were mainly just non-explicit. 

“What do you think they’re doing??” One Low Baller asked.

“Obvouithly, they’re having a tickle party with Mithter Flint,” a second one replied.

“Awwww, I wanna partithipate in a tickle party, too!!” The third duck complained. “It thoundth like Mithter Flint ith having a lot of fun in there with all the laughing he’th doing.”

“I don’t think that’th laughing…” a fourth one said in suspicion. 

“Me too! Every time Dave and High Roller invite Mithter Chip and Mithter Mundie to come over to their tickle partieth, we’re not invited!” The first Low Baller agreed with the third one. 

“It could be one of thothe thpecial type of tickle partieth that only the adultth can do,” the second one suggested.

“Ohhhhhhhhh.” The four of them all say in unison before they go to overlap each other’s voices in understandment with “Yeah,” “maketh thenthe,” “I can totally thee that and agree,” “mmm-hmmmm.” 

“Altho, who’th thith guy next to uth??” The fourth one went and pointed a wing to the person next to them and they all turned their heads to see.

Sitting next to them, it showed a Cog sitting criss-cross next to the small group of mallards, being on their phone as they typed. The Cog’s metal was purpleish-grey color, had bolted seams running down their cheeks and neck along with eyes made up of black sclera and white irises shaped into broken hearts, and had curly brown hair that ran down past their armpits; and also a cord plug-in. The Cog itself also wore a black loose shirt and some cuffed jeans. Noticing the Low Ballers now noticing them, they looked up from their phone and promptly introduced themself.

“Hi, I was supposed to come in later in this series, but I guess I’m making an early cameo, I suppose.” The Cog greeted, “I’m the author’s Cogsona, but I’m not getting involved into what they’re–” they pointed a finger to the sliding doors, “–doing in there. I’m mainly just here like a side character or some sort of self-insert or whatever the hell my role is supposed to be.” 

“Like not getting involved in a tickle party??” The first one asked to the fourth Cog.

“They’re not–” the Cog was about to start before stopping themself, “okay, you know what? I can’t really explain what’s going on ‘cause y’all are too innocent, and I don’t think the whole ‘breaking the fourth wall’ trope is helping either. I dunno why the author even decided to do so in this fanfiction and go along with it; also, I was just relaxing in my bedroom and I don’t even know how the hell I got here.” My Cogsona went and looked at you, the audience. “Sorry about this weird-ass filler scene, everyone, y’all can go back and read the remainder of this trans-friendly gay robot porno without interruption now.” 

“What’th fanfiction–?” 

“Mmmf, I’m gonna cum ffooooooo fuckin’ HARD now…!!!” High Roller went and grunted, biting its lower beak while his eyes crossed a bit in pure arousal, cheeks in a heavy blush. Their curly tail wagged hard in enjoyment. High Roller goes to speed up their thrusts, also making Flint doing a series of stringed groans, before its balls go to clench and High Roller also ejaculates deep inside of Flint’s cunt. 

And also upon feeling more cum shoot deep inside their pussy, Flint came for the fourth time, drenching the duck Cog’s dick and balls in warm saline solution. 

He goes to lay there for a moment or two, giving out two more thrusts to make sure its balls were drained completely, making Flint do a cute whimper each time High Roller’s hips moved. With a sigh, they finally pulled out their cock–and a flow of multi-colored cum came out. The seminal fluid of High Roller was like a eight color rainbow: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet, and pink. However, since Dave was the first to cum, High Roller’s semen got mixed with his so it was either in rose-gold streaks or it got color blended. 

High Roller went and flopped down on the mattress, limbs spread out, feathers soaked in synthetic sweat as their cock laid limp on his thigh. A small streak of colored cum on its thigh, too. All while Flint remained prone with their back turned from High Roller in opposite direction, legs and cunt quivering, panting as their mane of fire flickered intensely. Then, Dave goes to appear in their view, laying down face-to-face with his head propped up by his hand. 

“How’re we doin’, babyboy?” Dave went and asked with friendly intention. “All good? Do you want a break? I can get you some nice, cold water to drink.” Dave offered. 

Flint lifted up his head from the pillow, snout and the rest of his face in a coat of sweat. “N-No…” Flint answered, and goes to involuntarily cough and clear their throat. “I-I’m okay for another round or two…” 

“You sure, babe?” 

“Mm-hmm.” Flint nodded a bit in assurance, going to sit up and Dave followed along as well.

High Roller, who seemed to recover so quickly and so suddenly, slithered his way over to Dave like a snake. Dave let out a questioned “hm?” before High Roller went and whispered something into one of Dave’s audital processors. It then pulled away and Dave goes to nod, “I’ll ask if they want to–but I’m not sure if they’re capable of that.” 

“W-What?” Flint went and asked curiously. 

“Ohh, Roller here was just wondering if you’re up for a lil’ D.P.” Dave said.

“‘D.P.’??” Flint asked again.

“Double penetration–in your puthy,” High Roller goes to clarify. And Flint goes to burn hotly. “I’d figured that ffince you’re down to go for ‘nother round, might aff well be ffomething ffpecial.” 

Flint swallowed again, “C-Can we do that??”

“Well, considering how stretched you’re a bit right now, it’s possible,” Dave went and explained. “But we don’t wanna risk tryna hurt you when it happens, though. And also reminding myself that this is your first threesome–” 

“I can do it, y-yeah!” Flint interrupts, “I can, please–my, uh, insides are made up of durable silicone, so they can easily s-stretch!” Flint goes and pressed the tips of his metal digits together, blushing a bit, “Y-You should, um, see the size of toys Graham likes to buy for me…” 

Dave laughed a bit, “Alright, bae, if that’s what you’re down for.” Dave then went and gently tapped the shoulder of High Roller with the back of his hand. “Go fetch the lube again, Roller.” 

Afterwards, it was mainly the matter of what comfortable position the three robots wanted to be in for the occasion. Dave suggested at first that Flint could lie down on hymn while High Roller was on top, but Flint worried about crushing Dave so that was a no-go. But after a minute or so of discussing, all three of them settled on a different position but that Flint would still be pressed between the other two Cogs. 

Dave, Flint, and High Roller were then shown–Flint was in the middle, legs spread and being held up by Dave and High Roller’s hands, while Dave was behind and High Roller in front. One of Flint’s arms being around Dave’s neck and the other doing the same for High Roller’s for extra support. It showed both the musician and duck Cogs’ dicks, coated in lube and hard again, near the entrance of Flint’s cunt, which still leaked cum but not a whole lot. In a truthful manner, Flint was a bit nervous on taking on both cocks at the same time that would be a challenge, but challenges were deemed adventurous…in Graham’s own words, supposedly. 

“Ready, babe?” Dave and High Roller went and pressed the tips of their cocks to Flint’s hole. Flint’s engine fluttered. All Flint could do was nod to answer.

Dave and High Roller go to push themselves into Flint’s fairly loosened but still tight pussy. All three robots moaned in unison like a choir, with Flint groaning on how full they were feeling of two dicks inside him. While Dave and High Roller both grunted at the same tightness that surrounded their cocks; with another dick in, it felt a bit limited. Nonetheless, despite being so stretched, Flint was proven to be in the right of how durable the silicone parts of his cunt were. 

The two Cogs sandwiching Flint wasted no time to go and thrust their dicks into Flint, going in a bit of a seesaw rhythm. Thank Cog for the lube or otherwise it would barely work–and with how their cocks were rubbing up against each other in a frotting motion made things extra pleasurable. The musician and the gameshow host go to both moan again in between their grunts. 

“Oh!! Ohh, Cooooog, ahh!!” Flint cried out once again, tightening his arms around the necks of the Cogs, pulling them both closer for more support. Their cunt spasmed and flexed around the two moving robot dicks. Sweat beaded on Flint’s forehead, both from the intensity of the continuous sexual activity and also their engine working double-time. Flint was already aware that they weren’t gonna last long and so were the other two Cogs.

After a short while, Flint came for the fifth and final time of that evening, coating another layer of their slicked-up cum on Dave and High Roller’s cocks with hot liquid. A chain reaction set off as both Cogs grunted once again before they both thrusted deep inside and ejaculated deep into Flint. Rose-gold and rainbow cum go to coat the inside of the arsonist robot’s pseudo-womb and vaginal canal walls, painting it like the walls of a house. Some of the semen mixture had already began to drip and leak out of Flint’s cunt and onto the blanket between the three bots.

Not soon after, Dave and High Roller go to pepper Flint’s snout, neck and face full of small, appreciative kisses. They both slowly and cautiously pulled out of Flint, and a sticky and frothy, multi-colored and shimmering glob of artificial semen plopped onto the mattress to join the other sex stains that dirtied the blanket further. The air felt humid with sex, sweat, and frutti-tutti body wash from High Roller. 

“Phew…! I’ll waffh the blanketff,” High Roller offered, already trying to stand on the floor and tug at the fluffy material to get it off the mattress. 

“I’ll take them to the bathroom to clean up then,” Dave concluded, picking up Flint with ease and carrying him in a bridal style. They both walked through the bead curtain that led to the bathroom–inside consisted of a wall-mounted vanity mirror which was above a two-person sink, a separate bathtub, and also a large walk-in shower with frosted glass. Near the tub was a towel rack, with most of them being pink and customized with Dave’s initials on them. And the two-sink vanity had an array of different self-care products–deep conditioners, perfume and cologne, oils and serums, and a few sets of lotion. 

Dave goes to set Flint down on a small stool that was near the tub as well, and Dave goes to kneel. “You feelin’ alright?” Dave went and checked in on the Firestarter. “That was quite some intense action all three of us did back there.” The musician Cog went and removed Flint’s goggles from his face, and the inside was full of condensation. 

Flint, who had already been experiencing some afterglow and relaxation, went and coolly nodded their head. “I’m fine–although, it almost felt like one of Graham’s sex marathons he performs on me.” 

Dave chuckles a bit, reaching a hand over to turn on the faucet. “And how long does your lil’ accelerating Sellbot boyfriend last his marathons?” 

“Heh, if he’s feeling confident, he’d go on for four hours,” Flint informed hymn, “his personal record was six hours and thirty-six minutes.” 

Dave laughed humorously, “That’s Payser, alright!” Dave goes to dip a hand under the flowing stream of water that was exiting the faucet, checking the temperature. Wanting to make sure it wasn’t too hot or too cold, just right. He turned to them, “But you still okay, though? Can you feel your legs?” 

Flint went and looked down at their legs, he goes to try and bend one of them, but only go as far as merely an inch. “O-Oh, uh, somewhat…” Flint let out a small laugh. “I’m probably gonna be walking a bit funny.” 

“It happens,” Dave chuckled once more. 

Once the temperature of the water was right after a bit of waiting, Dave went and plugged up the bathtub to go and fill it. He picked up Flint again, and settled them into the warm water. Flint smiled a bit; it felt nice. Dave soon climbed in as well, having already wetted a loofah, and poured a bit of liquid soap on it (smelt like pineapples).

Dave went and got a bit more settled between Flint’s legs, using the sudsy loofah to go and give the Firestarter’s thighs and legs a bit of a gentle scrub. Flint’s silicone labia and inner thighs were covered in a shimmery glob of mixed colors, and the bodily fluids were still leaking out of Flint’s stretched vaginal opening. “Sorry about the mess…,” Flint goes to quietly apologize.

“You’re all good, babyboy, don’t apologize,” Dave assured Flint, wiping away a streak of the cum concoction. “Although, you’re probably still gonna wanna activate your inner cleaning system after this,” he advised. And then he goes to gently swipe the loofah upwards on Flint’s vagina, more globs of semen were caught. “Hey, wanna spend the night here?” Dave then asked.

“O-Oh, uh…,” Flint lightly swallowed, “I don’t know…I kinda don’t wanna be a burden–plus I don’t have pajamas on me,” 

“Nonsense, Flinty,” Dave reassures, “you’re the V.I.P. guest, bae, and V.I.P. guests get treated extraordinarily. And don’t worry, I have an extra set of PJs lyin’ around here always; might be a bit big on you, but it’ll still fit.” 

Flint thought for a moment, but then nodded, “Okay, I’ll spend the night.” 

“Splendid.” 

After getting cleaned and put into some new clothing, Dave and Flint soon reunited with High Roller once they both exited Dave's bedroom. High Roller had already place the dirty blanket in a washer before it had went and cleaned themself up as well quickly before he placed on fresh clothes. The Low Ballers were now allowed back inside, who were given some thawed peas as promised for good behavior, and the group of ducks were in another room resuming whatever activities they were all doing prior before Flint arrived. Though, a few of them wanted to stay with High Roller.

Now, all three Cogs were chilling out in the conversation pit, the TV was turned on to a late-night television program, Adult Swim. And the flatscreen television played a random episode of an adult cartoon that was airing on the program. Flint sat between Dave and High Roller, both Dave and High Roller’s arms wrapped around them to be secure, as Flint goes to sip on his mug of ice-cold water; the rest of the wine was out, although Dave insisted that Flint be rehydrated first before drinking alcohol again. As for clothing, it was fairly simple: Dave dug out an old but clean off-white shirt and soft black pajama pants for Flint, another pair of PJ pants for hymnself and threw on a bathrobe, and High Roller dressed himself in some duck-printed sleep shorts and a hot-pink tank top.

High Roller and Flint were fixated on the television, while Dave had hymnself occupied on his phone, typing something. He then looked up and turned to Flint, “You up for some breakfast tomorrow before I return you home?” 

“Yeah, sure,” Flint answered, “are we going out to a restaurant or something?” 

“If you want to,” Dave responded, “otherwise, I know how to make some delicious strawberry and hex-nutella crêpes you can try out. Aura’s been dropping hints to me that she wants some.” 

“Who’s–?” Flint was about to ask, before the sound of the front door opened.

“TWINNY! I’m home from girls' night!” A female voice announced hyrrself in. 

Standing at the door which closed, was a female Cog that was insanely identical to Dave–like a female version of hymn but with slight differences. Same piano teeth, same build and color of plating, and wore a cymbal hat with a vinyl record placed upon it. Differences were that, instead of dark sunglasses, she wore rose-tinted, heart-shaped and gold-framed glasses, had stunning but beautiful thick braided dreads that were a darker brown and reached hyrr elbows, and poking from the sleeves of hyrr bowling outfit were also laser-engraved tattoos but instead of roses and vines, it appeared to be lavender flowers and gold coils that were patterned like snake scales.

“Heyyyyyy, Aura!” Dave got up from the conversation pit and goes to greet the female Cog with a big hug. “How was bowling with the ladies??” 

“It was groovy, Davey,” Aura says as she went to kick off hyrr bowling shoes into one of the empty cubby holes for the various shoes to join. “And how was your lil’ shindig?”

“Everyone enjoyed their time,” Dave informed hyrr casually, “in fact, we have a guest staying with us tonight.” Dave goes to gesture to Flint at the couch with High Roller.

"Hi…” Flint goes to say to the female Cog, giving a hesitant small wave.

“Oh, why hello there!” Aura enthusiastically goes to greet back to Flint. Placing down hyrr duffle bag (probably where she kept hyrr bowling balls) she rushed over to Flint and plopped down in Dave’s spot on the couch. Aura cheerfully introduced hyrrself to them, “I’m Aura–Dave’s younger twin sis, I live with hymn.” 

Flint blinked, “Twins??” He sincerely questioned.

“Built twenty-seven minutes apart!” Dave vocally said. Both Dave and Aura let out a unison of laughs, and a bunch of off-tune keys were sounded out, also in unison. Yep, definitely twins. “You hungry, sis? I got some leftover food from the party you can eat–especially some of those sandwiches you helped make, compliments to the chef.” 

“In a minute, bro, but first I wanna take a dip in the hot tub and I have a couple questions I wanna ask this hottie,” Aura pointed a thumb at Flint, “right here. I bet you bagged him, huh??” Aura goes to lightly tease at hyrr brother. 

“HA! Might as well tally up your questions if ya want some answers,” Dave shot back in a playful manner. 

“I’ll go and put on my swimsuit then,” Aura got up from the couch, “and anyone is welcome to join me if you please.” 

“Yeff ma’am! I waff jufft going to think about taking a dip aff well.” High Roller goes to positively answer. 

“Might as well join, too,” Dave complied. “Flint, you wanna relax in the jacuzzi as well? Might as well be our backup when Aura wants to hit us with some of hyrr harder questions that might involve you. I have another set of swim shorts as well.” 

Flint let out a tiny smile, “Yeah, sure.”