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"…Zooble?"

Zooble leaned against a wall in Gangle's room. Lately, they found themself spending more time in her quarters, since Caine was such a pest in checking on their own room. If Zooble heard one more rendition of "Daisy Bell" while they were trying to relax, they were going to ing—

"Uh, Zooble? You there?"

Their mismatched eyes focused on their friend beside them. Zooble tilted their head, their antennae bobbing a bit. "Hey, what's up?"

"I, uh… wanted to ask you something, if… if that's okay."

"Yeah, sure, Gangle. What's on your mind?"

Gangle fidgeted with her ribbon ends. "We've… we've been spending a lot of time together lately, and… I really want to tell you that it… it means a lot to me. You make me happy, and… I really want to make you happy too." A little cat-mouthed smile adorned her happy mask.

Zooble blinked, and cursed their own lack of a mouth for being unable to smile back at her. "Hey, thanks, Gangle. You don't even have to try at that, for what it's worth. Spending time with you makes everything in this ing circus make a little more… sense, y'know?"

Now Gangle was blushing, not meeting Zooble's gaze. "Y-yeah, I really feel the same, so… I… I wanted to ask…"

Zooble chuckled. "C'mon, you can just say—"

"Who did you want to have with??" She blurted, voice high-pitched.

That… that caught Zooble completely off guard. They had no features, and they had to blush. "What? Oh… I… Heh, I wasn't expecting that. I mean… jeez Gangle, who do you think?"

Gangle continued to worry at her ribbons, her mask's expression like she'd chew her lip if she had them. "Well… obviously not Jax…"

Zooble snorted. "Obviously not. Wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pole... maybe make it a fifty-seven foot pole."

"You don't seem all that close with Ragatha, or Pomni…"

"Well, I don't dislike them, but… Ragatha can get on my nerves a bit, and any rate, now that she and Pomni are spending more time together, I don't really wanna be a third wheel."

"I don't even think I've even seen you hang out much with Kinger," Gangle continued, her flush starting to color her mask completely.

"Oh god, no, not Kinger. He's nice, but… I'd never want to have with him, he's more like an uncle-type figure, if anything. Besides, since he's not all there, I'm not even sure he can consent."

"Which… which leaves…"

There was a long moment of silence, and Zooble had to laugh as Gangle's mask started to spin; clearly she'd been holding her breath. She grabbed her mask with her ribbon ends as she took a deep breath before finally squeaking out, "Is it me?"

"Yeah, it's you, dumb," Zooble said fondly, but they were fidgeting with their own mismatched fingers at the moment. "You know, only if you wanted to… but it's not exactly like I got anywhere with asking Caine, and at any rate, with our weird bodies, neither of us have the right parts to—"

Zooble let out a quiet "Mff!" as Gangle put her mask up to Zooble's face, clinking the two together. Neither of them had lips, but the gesture made Zooble freeze up all the same before they started embracing it.

Gangle leaned into Zooble, her ribbon ends curling around their hands and gently pushing them above their head. "Gangle…?" Even with their faces pressed together, Zooble could still speak, although their tone wobbled a little bit.

"I…" Gangle started, her mask bright red at this point, "Do you, um… like being… tied up?"

Zooble started to see where this was going, and their held hands started to tremble in anticipation. "I do, actually. What did you have in mind?"

Gangle wiggled her core ribbons, loosening up the typical body-like structure of the curls, and in a flash, she coiled around Zooble's body like a snake, binding Zooble's arms behind them and splaying their leg pieces apart before settling her mask right next to Zooble's head. "This? Does… does this work…?"

Zooble trembled in their bonds. They'd never imagined this arrangement with Gangle before, and the thought that they were inside Gangle made their swappable limbs tingle. "Y-yeah… Gangle, how'd you come up with this?"

Gangle giggled quietly. "I may have been… thinking about you for a while. About how even though none of us can have … we can kinda still talk?"

"What? The censors would cover all that up." Zooble wriggled in Gangle's ribbons, testing the strength, which made Gangle tighten her hold.

"Hmm… treat it like a fill in the blank? Whatever I'm saying, just, imagine what it might be, or whatever you want it to be, instead."

Zooble took a deep breath, then relaxed. "Okay," they said and nodded. "If we had human bodies… what would you do to me?"

Gangle thought for a moment. "First, what —um, what body parts would you want to have, in this scenario?"

Zooble thought as well, squirming a bit. "I like s, uh, on my chest, but lower down, I want to have a ."

Gangle giggled again. "That sounds . Okay, I can work with this. Close your eyes," she whispered next the the side of Zooble's head.

Zooble let out a shaky breath, and then closed their eyes.

As though whispering into Zooble's nonexistent ear, Gangle murmured, "First, I think I'd like to play with your s, tug on them. Were you sensitive there?"

Zooble shivered, imagining what Gangle meant. "Yeah."

"Maybe on them, get you to squirm."

"Hey, I'm already squirming…"

"Now now, be good for me!" Gangle admonished. "Don't speak unless spoken to." Her tone wavered a bit, as though she wasn't used to being in command, but Zooble thought it was all the same.

Zooble nodded mutely, waiting with bated breath for what Gangle would say next.

"While I on your , my hands would start to creep down, and you through your pants."

Despite this body's lack of -based parts, Zooble could've sworn they felt tingling in their lower half. Maybe a vestigial reaction, but it still felt good.

"Once you're really sensitive, I'd pull down your pants and… would you be wearing underneath? You'd look really good in them."

"I… I was never that into , but if it… if it made you happy… ? Uhh… , what title can I call you that won't get censored… it, I'll just go with Miss?"

Gangle let out a half-moan of a laugh. "No one's ever called me something like that before… but I like it. Yeah, call me that."

"Yes, Miss." Zooble's tone was already getting breathy. After being in the circus for so long, they were unused to feeling ed.

"I'd lick a long stripe over your before pulling them down, and just go straight into ing your . I bet you'd taste really good."

Zooble moaned quietly. They didn't want to be too loud in case Caine had all-hearing ears along with his so-called 'all-seeing eyes'. Well, he hadn't burst in yet.

"I'd take you in, really deep, and use my hands to your while I the very of you, teasing you, making you beg for more."

Just picturing all this would've been enough to get Zooble , if they had a to get . They let out a tiny yelp as Gangle constricted around them a bit, making it slightly harder to breathe.

"Then, when your is all wet and covered in my spit, I'd take off my own and then just on your , ing around it."

Zooble moaned a little louder than they meant to, and Gangle suddenly did another loop around their neck, tightening. Despite a lack of esophagus or even lungs, Zooble felt like they couldn't breathe. "Shhhh, pet. We don't want anyone to hear us."

After they gave the tiniest nod, Gangle slackened around Zooble's neck. Zooble sucked in a breath, feeling like they were floating.

"Do you have any other spots that feel good, Zooble?" Gangle purred.

"M-my… my ears felt good, when they were touched or ed…"

"While I on your , I'd lean in and start breathing heavy into your ear, ing your name and how good your feels in me, nibbling and ing them while I bring you closer and closer to ing."

Zooble groaned in pleasure. They had never known what Gangle looked like as a human, so they made do with their mind, although they'd have to get Gangle to draw what they used to look like at some point. Still, imagining all this was giving Zooble some kind of head rush unlike anything they'd ever felt before, before or during the circus.

"And then," Gangle whispered, her own voice shaky, "I'd around you even more, making you up into me hard, and as you started ing into me, I'd scream your name, your real name, as I with you still inside me, and the feeling would make you inside me, ing deep into my 'til I was yours."

Zooble was panting at this point, their plastic hips twitching fruitlessly. They wanted to beg, but they'd been commanded not to speak.

"Then I'd stand up and let your drip out of me, dipping my hand down to scoop some of it out and it… oh, I can tell you want to , Zooble… I'll give you permission, i-if you ask n-nicely…"

"Please, Miss," Zooble purred, "L-let me for you." Their head felt like it was spinning, almost as though they'd been to the dentist and inhaled laughing gas. They were rising higher and higher and it, they needed it.

"Then for me, pet, give it all up for me. Now."

The rush Zooble felt was incredible—almost like a mental orgasm, and their mind went fuzzy as their body twitched and squirmed. Then, after a moment, they slumped in Gangle's grasp.

"That's my good pet," Gangle whispered, giving Zooble the wiggles, almost like aftershocks. Then she sighed, and unslinked around Zooble before winding herself back up in her usual human-like form.

"Thank you, Miss… Holy … Was…" Zooble said, gulping, "that as good for you as it was for me?"

"Yes!" Gangle chirped, and she looked the happiest Zooble had ever seen. "My ribbons are a little sensitive to touch, so being around you so tightly felt… good."

"Good to know!" Zooble said, eyes wide and mind racing with ideas.

Gangle nodded cheerfully. "We'll have to do that again sometime!"

"How… how did you get so good at talk?" Zooble asked, astounded. "Seriously, I would've never expected that from you."

Gangle's mask flushed bright red. "I'm an artist first, but… I also used to write a lot of ."

"Oh, okay. That tracks."