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It was a single malfunction on stage that set Tenna off.

The physical challenge that night had been a simple one, really! Something he’d done hundreds of times before, something that people loved, something that entertained . Why now, of all times, that his leg joints had frozen up and caused him to slip mid-show was beyond him. To an extent.

Scratch that, he knew fully why he had malfunctioned, but by the will of TV itself he was not going to disclose that to the audience, or to his crew- not even to Spamton . Even despite how desperately the little addison was terrorizing him for information.

“Spamton, please , let it go! I’ll get it sorted lickity-split!” Tenna reassured the man with a dumb smile and a gesture of the hands. “I’ll have myself in working order before you can say Cungadero!”

“[[New Sweet Cungadero~]],” Spamton deadpanned. “[Tell me why!] what’s wrong, big man? People’s legs don’t just up and fail on them like that! Are ya down with somethin’? Any [terrible weather conditions] I should know about?” 

Tenna looked to the side and didn’t respond. Spamton needed to know- he had gotten a fright when it happened and quickly wrapped up the broadcast, somehow persuading the audience that it was a part of the show. Which it wasn’t, by the way, and Spamton really wasn’t happy with Tenna’s lack of complacency, also by the way. He wondered… it would be a dirty, foul and hurtful thing to say, but Spamton was just that. The next words were said with all the cheekiness in the ad’s body, and sweetened with faux-concern, “…oh Ant, are ya just gettin’ too old for the business?”

“WHAT!” Tenna spun his head around and looked at Spamton with an upset and surprised expression. “WHAT! What in the WORLD would make you say such a thing?! I’m not old- well, I am , kind of, but for the business? No way! No way, José! It’s just- it’s only-”

“Then tell me, [Cathode]!” Spamton moved closer, grabbing one of Tenna’s huge hands gently and looking up at him with a very practiced worried expression. Tenna’s face heated, the screen changing to a hue of pink, and he could feel the heat radiating off of him, exiting his vents slowly. He tried again when no response was given. He spoke firmly and quietly, bordering on irritation, “ Ant. ”

“Oh jeez! Fine! Since you’re so pushy,” Tenna spoke. He pulled his hand away to seemingly do something, but ended up continuing to fidget. “It’s, um… embarrassing. Could you…” Tenna looked at his hand, and then to Spamton. He held out his pinky and said, “ pinky promise you won’t laugh, or tell anyone?”

“What do ya [[take, take, take!!]] me for?” Spamton shook Tenna’s pinky with his whole hand. “Of course I’ll laugh if it’s a [stoopid] reason.”

Tenna glared down at him. Spamton rolled his eyes and continued, “I won’t tell, though. I [[prommy]].”

Tenna sighed, deciding that Spamton’s semi-compliance was good enough, and brought them both over to the couch that his dressing room had to offer. It wasn’t that serious, not really, but it just showed how incredibly neglectful Tenna was! Spamton, a guy who only ever got himself the nicest cigars and the trashiest well-made clothes, was sure to cackle when he found out what was wrong. He loved his business partner, he trusted him a whole lot too, but his situation at the moment made him feel particularly untrustworthy of everyone right now.

Spamton got comfortable quickly on the couch, kicking his feet up, and said, “lay it on me, [[babe]]. Tell your [best bud] why you’re feelin’ so glooby!”

“ I’m not glooby- I just… haven’t been maintained in a while,” Tenna admitted, rubbing the side of his head. “It’s embarrassing and disgusting, I know! Letting my internal functions just run with neglect, not even wiping the dust off my wires. But it’s… well, it’s pretty personal, aha!”

Spamton sat there for a minute, not saying anything. This urged Tenna to continue in a hurried manner, “it’s not that I don’t want to have my wires all in their right places, but I could never find someone I trust enough to do it! Or someone who would want to. Besides, there’s very important switches where the panel is, and oh boy! If someone malicious got their hands on it? We’d be toast! The show, the crew, me .”

“Why can’t ya [[Do It Yourself!]]?” Spamton questioned after another minute of silence. Tenna brushed his floppy antennae back and said exasperatedly, “it, aha, really gets worse! Y’see, the entrance to the wires is tiny! For my standards, at least. And, as you can see,” Tenna waves his gloved hands around, “I wouldn’t be able to go routing around there, even if I tried!”

“Talk about [buyer confusion due to poor design choices]!” Spamton said, even though he was fairly amused in the moment. “What exactly’s [[right or wrong]] with your, uh, wiring? I know a thing or two [or three!] about that stuff. Cyber City native and all that!”

“Oh, Spam, I wouldn’t put you through that!” Tenna waved a hand at the smaller man, looking away with a sorry face. “I mean, you live in a world of flatscreens and supercomputers, my old insides would probably scare ya to death!”

Taking advantage of Tenna’s insecurity, or his fishing for compliments, Spamton slid up closer to him and rested a hand on his back. He spoke, “don’t you worry your [[TRASH FILLED]] head about that! I can’t- we can’t have ya falling on stage like that again! Imagine if I wasn’t there to save your [So Sorry!] ass from [[TOTAL Humiliation]]! If ya won’t fix yourself up for you , then at least do it for me!” And for our publicity, geez! Spamton added on in his head. Really, in trying to give the show his all, Tenna fell short on the aspect that meant the most- that being, having a functioning host.

“Oh, Spam! I know you’re right…” Tenna rested the corner of his screen on his hand. “Would you really do it for me, though? Fix me up, I mean?”

“[[OF COURSE]], what kinda co-host would I be if I wouldn’t route around inside your circuitry?” Spamton said cheesily, giving Tenna a wide grin. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about being inside the CRT before, he’d count his blessings even if this was a more unconventional mean of achieving it. Tenna hummed and responded with a smile just as sly, “a normal one, probably?”

“Haha, very [[chucklesome]],” Spamton spoke. “Now, bossman, where do we [Ready? Start!]?”

—

“[[HOOCHIE MAMA]]! Where’re your damn [clothing articles]?!” Spamton yelped as Tenna stood back out from behind the dressing screen. 

Tenna was still wearing his shirt, unbuttoned at the top and his undone tie hanging around his neck. The ends of his shirt curved around his rounder midriff, and the sleeves of the shirt were folded up to his elbows, exposing three fat wires on each forearm. Going lower is where Spamton expected indecency, what with the very pertinent lack of clothes, but it was just… smooth. Two very large legs- Spamton doubted he could even wrap his arms around them, -with the same three fat wires, but now on Tenna’s thighs. And then there was the star of the show.

Spamton blinked. 

The lack of star in the show.

Spamton was very aware that as an older model of TV that Tenna’s anatomy wouldn’t be as up-to-date or modifiable as the flatscreens and computers of Cyber City, but nothing isn’t what he expected. 

Just between Tenna’s legs was a curved plate of metal screwed in at each of the four corners. It differed from the other parts of Tenna’s torso, given that it was a hard metal in comparison to the seemingly soft silicone of his stomach. 

Tenna shuffled, then said nervously, “what’s, aha- what’s wrong, Spam?”

Spamton reminded himself that he had offered to help the CRT, despite not really knowing what he could do for the man. He also reminded himself that Tenna had been such an unfun guy when it came to the raunchier side of things- he probably didn’t even get the implications of his panelling between his legs like that. But maybe he did… not that changed anything! Spamton thought to himself, it’s not like the guy’s ever gotten laid! What am I even worrying about?

“Oh, nothing! Nada!” Spamton announced. He watched with a hawk’s gaze as Tenna made his way over to the couch and sat down next to him, shuffling in the seat. It was then that Spamton noticed the few pieces of equipment in Tenna’s arms: a screwdriver, some oil, and a questionable bottle of clear liquid. Spamton raised his brow, asking, “say, [[doll]], what’s with all the [Terms and Conditions]?”

“Oh! Well,” Tenna held each item up individually, “the screwdriver is obviously to open me up, the oil is for the screws- they can get so finicky over time, y’know! And then that’s the lube-”

“The huh?!” Spamton exclaimed.

“For my wires!” Tenna continued on. “They’re probably all dusty in there! And you know what they say!”

“What do they say?” Spamton questioned.

“Oh, um, I don’t know actually! Hah!” Tenna laughed. “But you’ve seen the forecasts, you know that dryness and heat usually lead to fires, right? I figured it’s the same thing with my wires, and why my uh… why my legs gave out like that.” Tenna looked dreary, depressed for a moment, but he perked up unnaturally and spoke, “but! You’re gonna help me fix it, and it’ll never happen again! You just need to get up in my wires and lubricate them! Loosen them up! A real PHYSICAL CHALLENGE!”

Spamton couldn’t help but just… look at the TV. He couldn’t believe the words coming out of his speakers.

Even so, the look on Tenna’s face was entirely innocent. To an extent. The more they sat in silence, the more pink Tenna’s screen got, and the smaller his body got as a whole. Spamton jumped into action before the man could get any smaller, saying, “hey, hey! Don’t start shrinkin’ on me! I said I’d do it, even if it’s a little [[freaky]] .”

“What was that last part?” Tenna tilted his head as he asked the question. Spamton replied with a waving of the hand, “don’t worry your [sugar cube] head about it. Just put the [[items]] down and let me get to [work, work!].”

“Are you sure you’re, uh, jazzy with this?” Tenna asked. Spamton had to stop himself from rolling his eyes- seriously, just how insecure could this guy get? The ad nodded his head firmly and responded, “incredibly [smooth jazz.] I told ya, I know how to get things done.”

“I know, I know! But it’s just, um…” Tenna rubbed the side of his head. “I didn’t realize how awkward it could be, I mean, I know I have outdated tech! You just seemed so surprised, and then I realized that it’s probably because of the placement, but I never really thought of it that way until now, which I probably should have, but you know how the censors like the dilly daddle with-”

“[[HELP, HELP!!]] me take this thing off, will ya?” In the time that Tenna had spent rambling, Spamton had reached over Tenna’s lap and undid the screws keeping the panel in place. Tenna hadn’t even noticed, too caught up in his own head. He replied while reaching his hand down to pull the panel off, “oh! Sorry, haha! I didn’t even realize I was jabbering, silly me! This one’s for the editing reel, folks!”

Spamton had to try really hard not to roll his eyes with that one, and the need to do so left him swiftly as he looked at what was hidden underneath the panel. Outdated tech his ass! Tenna had a whole pussy under that thing!

The CRT looked down at him expectantly and said, “it’s ah, the entrance to all my wires! I’m sure you can see how it would be too small for me to service by myself. Such incredible circuitry and wiring, great placement- mechanics wise, at least,” Tenna sighed as he cast a look to his hand that lay beside him, and continued, “just can’t get at it myself to spruce it all up!”

The shock, while still there, had worn off just a bit. Enough so that Spamton could feel irritation at Tenna’s self-flattery, but also so he could fully try to understand what the hell he was looking at. 

Between Tenna’s legs were a couple of things. Firstly, there were 3 switches with labellings next to them that went as follows: ‘Parental Controls’, ‘Freeze Channel’ and ‘Force Sleep.’ The parental controls were switched on, while the freeze channel was switched off along with the sleep one. Spamton wondered about that- what exactly did each of them mean? He understood the sleep one well enough, and assumed it was the same as Tenna sleeping normally but on command this time. He also assumed it was for maintenance, but looking at the TV now he could tell that the man would rather kill a guy than force himself to sleep for some upkeep.

Then there were the other two controls. What exactly would freezing the channel do? Would it affect Tenna’s emotions? Would it physically affect him? Would he freeze in place or would he be forced into the same mindset? Spamton doubted he would find out, but that was fine by him, since it wasn’t the one that piqued his interest the most.

Parental controls… he reached out slowly to the switch, because surely Tenna wouldn’t mind losing the filter for a second, and-

“DON’T TOUCH THAT SWITCH!” Tenna shouted, his tail shooting from beside him and wrapping around the salesman’s wrist. Spamton looked up in shock, with a side of amusement, while Tenna stuttered out, “I mean- please don’t? I- I don’t know what would happen-”

Spamton caught the lie in his words, but didn’t interrupt.

“And that would be terrible, y’know! No parental controls! What would the audience think? What would the contestants think? What would the lightners do?” Tenna rambled. “I mean, I would simply run my mouth, I don’t even think I’d be able to help it! What would the sponsors say!?”

Spamton shook off the tail from his wrist and deadpanned as he replied, “ I’m ‘the sponsors’, and I think ya could do with a bit more [[R-RATED MATERIAL]].”

“Excuse me?!” Tenna yelped. Spamton cleared his throat and reiterated, “not- not like that. Swearin’, ya get me? Raunchy, sure, but the angsty teens love [lower prices!]ing their [[Showtime!]] when curses pop up. Makes them feel [Raise Up Your Bat]!”

Tenna tilted his head. Spamton explained, “ rebellious. Not that you’ve ever felt that way, huh, [[BIG SHOT!]]?”

“I- I feel plenty rebellious!” Tenna exclaimed, then quietened down and said, “but, um, aha! I don’t see the appeal, really. But that’s besides the point! You’re not looking at my switches, nor are you touching them.”

“I get it, I get it!” Spamton put his hands up in mock-surrender. “I’ll [try, try, try] not to.”

Tenna relaxed a bit, which allowed Spamton to turn his concern to the most intriguing part of Tenna’s anatomy.

Between his legs, an inch or two under the three switches, was a slit between the soft silicone. It looked softer closer to the slit, more elastic, and just beneath it Spamton could spot wires curling all around inside. He was sure that if he pressed just a tiny bit on the surrounding silicone that the wires would bulge out. It was fascinating. He’d seen his own share of TV whores and robot genitalia in his day- and it’s still his day, by the way, -but nothing like this. Just a slit and some wires hidden under a metal panel, all attached to a TV who didn’t seem to understand the gravity of spreading his legs like this and letting another man look around inside. 

Looking up for a second and catching the pink-hued screen that Tenna wore, maybe he did understand, and was trying not to be weird about it. Spamton did also recall Tenna mentioning something about the placement being good ‘mechanics wise.’ He had to ask about that.

“Say, [Cathode], ya mentioned the [[great placement- mechanics wise!]] before,” Spamton asked as he rolled up his sleeves. He reached out for the oil and lubrication, setting them beside himself, then went on, “tell me about it, yeah?”

“Oh! Well,” Tenna started, shuffling to get comfortable. He laid down against the arm of the chair and crossed his arms over his belly, and explained, “all of my important circuitry is in my chest! The stuff that keeps the magic flowing, keeps the juice fresh! All the incredibly important parts are there and, ha! If I was worried about even you going down there, then I’d be in a tizzy over my chest! Luckily, I can figure all that out myself. It’s way bigger than the wiring down there!”

“Speaking of down there, however, it’s mostly controls and wiring regarding my lower half. Like my plug, my legs, and a bit of my torso,” Tenna spoke enthusiastically. “Though, there are a few important things- like those switches. Just one flick and pow! The set is torn down and the kids are gone before you know it! But the wiring- such an unimportant piece of the wiring, and yet…” Tenna’s enthusiasm left. “It lost ratings- good, positive ones! Instead of laughing with me, they laughed at me!”

“[Easy, boy],” Spamton said as he unconsciously massaged Tenna’s inner thigh. It was incredibly sensual, he realized, but he figured it’d be weirder if he pulled away now. Scratch that, he was about to explore the guy’s insides , what was a little bit of ‘foreplay’ in the mix? “All ratings are [[grrreat]] ratings, anyways!”

“To you, maybe,” Tenna scoffed. Spamton glared up at the man, despite the CRT’s head laying against the arm of the chair and screen looking up at the ceiling. Tenna gulped in the silence, and the Tenna Spamton knew and loved came back insecurely as he said, “sorry. I mean, ratings are great, and I like the attention! But… I also like being liked.”

Spamton shrugged, not really caring that much, and replied, “whatever suits ya [toots].”

With a greater understanding of what was going on inside of Tenna, and with a whole lot of guesswork from the more modern TVs he knew in Cyber City, he figured that it was about time he took the task head-on and began the process of… doing whatever it was he was meant to do. Lubricating wires, tidying them up, all that off-key jazz.

He took the bottle of lube into his hands and looked at the labels that were on it. It was silicone based, which made sense considering Tenna’s wires were probably encased in rubber, and it was pretty full… which went to show how unused it was. A part of Spamton’s mind couldn’t help but think how much of a pity that was. Turning the bottle around, he then took note of labels that were put there by the host himself- ‘NOT FOR RECREATIONAL USE!!! THIS IS FOR MY WIRES!!!’ and ‘do NOT borrow this!!!’ were the two big ones that stood out. Spamton snorted.

“What’s, aha, so funny?” Tenna asked. Spamton waved him off and replied, “nothin’, nothin’! You just [[kick up yer feet]] and relax! Just tell me if I, uh, [don’t pull out!] anything important. And ignore where that last soundbite came from, too.”

“Okay!” Tenna responded, then added shyly, “to both, I mean.”

Spamton hummed, then went on to do what he did best- absolutely bullshitting , that is. He poured some of the lube onto his hand, then reached forward and slathered it onto the slit, and once he got past the awkwardness of that it was fairly easy to let his hand explore further. Just under the opening, spreading the lubrication around and watching as the dry wires grew shiny again. He heard a sigh from above him and looked up to see Tenna with a surprisingly relaxed look on his face. It was rare to see him so chilled out like this that Spamton didn’t even give a witty comment- he just kept on going.

The wires inside were tight, wrapped around each other, no doubt restricting energy flow in certain areas. Spamton lubed his hand up again and began to pry the wires off of eachother. Each wire released gave another appreciative sigh from the CRT. It was nice, actually, fixing the wires up. It reminded Spamton of his cars in a way. Not that he would let Tenna know that doing this reminded him of Big Shot Autos- maybe he would, sometime in the future, just to tick him off. He stashed the thought away for later and kept going.

More lubrication, rolling his sleeve up a little more, and he figured it would just be this over and over until Tenna’s insides were shiny and flexible. But then he slipped.

Some of the lube must have gotten onto the couch, because he felt his knees slipping back on the faux-leather quicker than he could even gather that he was falling in the first place. His dry hand reached out for leverage, given that his lubed up one was currently massaging two wires apart, and grabbed onto just above where the slit was.

He heard a small click, barely noticeable, but it left his mind quickly. He laughed and announced, “whoops! [Lucky Charms] I didn’t pull out anythin’ important, ah, Ant?”

There wasn’t a response.

Spamton quickly moved his hand around inside, trying to see if he had dislodged any of the wires in his slip, saying, “Ant? Buddy, [gal pal], you alright? I didn’t disconnect ya, did I?”

Then, a breath.

Except it wasn’t really a breath. A breathy moan , maybe. Either way, he was taken off guard completely. He pulled his hand back from where he’d gained leverage when he fell, and saw a difference in what was there. What had moved. The switch for the parental controls had switched from on to off . 

“S- Spam, I, ah,” Tenna spoke breathily, shaky arms trying to push himself up and failing. “The, ngh, the ssswitch! ”

Spamton shuffled, moving his hand around inside Tenna. Oh, he could get some fun out of this. His answer from before had been answered in such a sweet, sweet way. Force sleep made Tenna sleep, freeze channel was still a boring mystery, but the parental controls… they took away the majority of his R-Rated feelings. 

Feelings which were back, and oh man was Tenna squirming because of them!

Spamton spoke dumbly, “what about the switch?”

Grabbing onto one of the thicker bundles of wire inside the other man, he pulled himself forward. Tenna’s tail lashed side to side, and he covered his face quickly with his hands, but even then Spamton could hear the pleasured groan that escaped him. The grin that wormed its way onto his face was diabolical. He knew Tenna had a weirder side to him. All it took were a few switches being flipped and he had him here moaning like a slut.

“It, the parental controls, they- ah!” Tenna yelped as Spamton moved again. “They… they…”

“[Hey Every !], hey! Speak to me, Ant!” Spamton said, doing an awful job at hiding the mischievous tone of voice he had. “I can’t understand ya over all the [[[moaning and groaning]].”

Tenna tried to kick his legs in defiance, but it was weak and yielded nothing except a laugh from Spamton. It was then, though, that the salesman had a bit of foresight. He figured that if he stopped now, it could be brushed off as a misunderstanding, he didn’t want to taint their business if this went wrong in any way. Spamton wasn’t a good man, but the prospect of ruining one of his best business relationships wasn’t attractive.

Fun was over, he supposed, and he reached for the switch. “Oh, I see! Here, I’ll [U-Turn] it off for ya-”

“NO!” Tenna shouted, his tail wrapping around Spamton’s arm again, this time with a lot more strength than before. Then it loosened, and it seemed like Tenna gained some semblance of awareness then too. “I mean, I, do turn it off- this is, I, this is unprofessional, it’s- ngah! ”

“Look at me [Cathode],” Spamton said near maniacally. He fucking knew Tenna was obsessed with him, he knew even under all of the dumb parental controls that he wanted him. Because surely a switch wouldn’t turn it all off, just the major parts. And that big, desperate ‘no’ told him all he needed to know.

Tenna looked at him, screen a blistering reddish-pink, mouth agape and those sharp fangs showing through. Spamton pushed his hand into Tenna's pussy- because to be entirely honest with himself, that’s what he’d been seeing it as this entire time, -and yanked at the wires. Even with the yank and the terrible pleasure that caused sparks to bounce off of the metal parts of Tenna’s body, and the moan that forced itself out of Tenna’s mouth, he never looked away. 

“Say, what do ya think about [a workplace relationship]?” Spamton asked huskily, eyes never leaving Tenna’s face. “Because really, what’s a bit of [[LOVE]] between two [business loving businessmen]? It’ll strengthen the [bond], won’t it?”

Tenna’s jaw was dropped, whether from the bolts of pleasure ringing through his body or the proposition wasn’t known, but he muttered through the cloudiness of his mind, “I… I don’t want to stop. Oh lord… but the censors, they’re gonna- FUCK! ”

Spamton’s hand had reached a wall covered in tiny wires, but he didn’t have much time to think as the adrenaline of Tenna swearing made his little magic heart beat in joy. It was exhilarating . 

Tenna slapped a hand onto his mouth, which Spamton took as a sign to keep brushing his fingers- gently this time, -over the small wires. He swore he could almost feel the silicone and wires tighten around him. He felt a pulse in his own pants just thinking about what it would be like to get inside Tenna for real . He wanted his weird robot pussy all to himself. He was sure no one had gotten these sounds out of Tenna before, not even Tenna! Poor guy couldn’t even fit his own fingers inside.

“Let’s be real, Ant,” Spamton murmured, pressing his palm against the small wires. A breath, despite the fact that Tenna didn’t really need to breathe, caught in the CRT’s throat. His gloved hands clawed at the couch, his tail lashed back and forth, and his antennae set of sparks between themselves. Spamton went on, “this is the [hole] reason [[You Messed Up!]] earlier, ain’t it?”

“Wha- nngha, what?” Tenna stuttered out. Spamton continued, “I know the way ya look at me, big man. Don’t need eyes to stare, you’re a [prime rib] example of that! And those censors… ya ramble on and on about them, but even then your [[foul intentions]] still manage to [Show Yourself!].”

“You, what’re you- ohh Spam! ” Tenna moaned. Spamton yanked on the wires, pulling them out of place and letting their colour shine in the lights of the room. He stared, running his thumb along the rubber encased bundle, the lube making the colour really pop. Spamton said, “I heard ya sighing before. It felt good then, didn’t it? You knew you’d start getting off on it once that switch was flipped. Talkin’ [on and on and on] about them… almost like ya wanted it flipped! You damn pervert.”

“I, Spamton, please. ” Tenna’s legs gravitated towards each other, giving Spamton a light but weak squeeze from either side. The pleasure he was feeling… it was the type that made him want to rub his legs together, to roll around, it made him feel every inch of his body so clearly despite how cloudy his mind felt. “I’m not, darn it, I’m not a pervert, I just-”

“Ya just what, [[babe]]?” Spamton said, all teeth and smutty sounding. “Just enjoy fuckin’ your coworkers? Eyeing [up and down] your sponsors? Think spreadin’ your legs for me will [[Get Those Ratings UP]?”

“Oh, ah, Spam, it’s not- aha!” Tenna spoke giddily. “You know I’m just a very, ah, affectionate person!”

“And yet [here I am…] touchin’ you, and you're sitting back all nice and pretty!” Spamton teased. “ So affectionate, right?”

“I can-” Tenna went to speak, but Spamton yanked on his wires again, making him stumble over his words and turning them into a mumble instead of an actual sentence. Spamton said, “ya think I’d do this without getting anything out of it? You’re a [FUNNY, FUNNY!] man, Ant. You sittin’ back like a [hotshot] is doing plenty for me at the moment, so just keep doing that.”

“If, ngh, if you say so!” Tenna spoke, and Spamton could hear the arousal in his words. It made him so fucking hard that he had to resist pulling it out there and then. A certain part of him wanted to hear the other man beg for it, and a certain part meant every part of Spamton. 

The stupid TV was a whore for attention, he knew how to beg.

It was actually surprising that the fucker hadn’t dropped to his knees and begged for Spamton, or anyone , before. The idea got a laugh out of Spamton, and he put a pin in the idea of Tenna on his knees for later. He also put a pin in the feeling of discomfort he felt at imagining Tenna falling to his knees for just anyone. He wanted the damn guy all to himself.

Fuck, he wanted the CRT. He quickly disregarded any semblance of wanting to take this semi-slow, he shoved the loose wires back inside the other man.

Tenna’s legs shook, his tail flicking unhappily as he whined at Spamton taking the pressure off of any specific wire, and then removing his hand entirely. He sat up ever so slightly, his drowsy screen looking down at the other man as he said, “why, ah, why did you stop-... oh. Oh wow. ”

Spamton had very quickly unzipped his pants, call it desperation or efficiency, and had let what was hidden underneath come out.

It was a thick black thing, a tentacle of sorts, and it was self lubricating if Tenna had to guess due to the incredible shininess of the thing. It flicked up and down very slowly, and pulsed ever so slightly. Tenna’s mouth hung open, and he was sure he was drooling. He’d never seen something like it before- well, that was a lie. During early production, back before Toriel ever put the parental controls on, he’d seen his fair share of XXX channels. But none of them had this .

“Take a [[screenshot!]], it’ll last longer!” Spamton said with the same smirk he’d been wearing since he’d pulled the first whine out of the CRT. Tenna didn’t even reply, his mouth slightly agape and his gaze focused solely on what Spamton was packing, 

“HA! You sure are [very desperate],” Spamton poked fun at the TV, ignoring how he himself was also desperate. “You’ll get it soon [babe], just be a [[Good CRT]] and [weight], yeah?”

Tenna just groaned, pushing his bottom half closer to Spamton, practically grinding against the air. If Spamton had the strength he would have pushed Tenna’s hips down, but considering the other’s weight as a metal-made being, he couldn’t. Instead, he resorted to pulling away, only letting his fingertips graze the outside of Tenna’s pussy.

“Spamton!” Tenna growled, pushing up against the salesman again, much to his own displeasure since it yielded nothing except nothing , Spamton pulling his hand away. Not that Spamton was upset with the guy, he was actually amused. Very amused.

“What’s [[wrong, wrong, wrong!]] baby?” Spamton said sarcastically. The hand that had been touching Tenna made its way to Spamton’s own genitalia, encasing the mass in his hand- not that he could take it all in his hand, it was bigger than that, -and sighing with relief as he did so. “You want this, don’tcha?”

“Spamton…” Tenna whined then, spreading his legs further apart. Spamton cackled for a second or two, saying, “you tryna [enticement] me? Use your words [babe], you know how to do that, don’t ya? Do I need to flip that switch again so you can [[Enable Your Brain]]?”

“Oh, to hell with you!” Tenna shouted, and when that yielded no response, he whimpered out a pathetic, “ Spam …”

The ad responded, “don’t try those puppy eyes, I’m not gonna [[take you for a walk]].”

Tenna quietened, body buzzing with electricity. His fingers twitched at the side of the couch, and his antennae bounced with the power zooming between them. The soft buzz of his innards filled the silence, until he spoke, “I… I need you.”

“Is that right?” Spamton said with feigned disinterest. 

“Oh you grimey little- you’re making a fool of me here!” Tenna whined. “I’ve been needing you! You and your charm, your wit, it’s made me feel so young, spry. I- I had no interest in this kinda thing until you came along with your ads and your sweet words. I could feel it, I could feel my want to break the censors, and you know how I am with the censors! It was like saying a word, but all of the sanitization got in the way! It drove- it drives me crazy! You drive me crazy, so…”

Spamton had to pull himself together, completely enthralled and turned on to the max over Tenna’s confession, to get the next bit of goading out. He said slyly, “so…?”

“SO!...” Tenna went quiet once more, and it was noticeable how his screen began to redden again. His shame was clear, even with the censors off, but he was a showman! A host . He could get a couple of words out, he could say what was on his mind… he knew how to beg.

Glancing down at Spamton again, he breathed out shakily and spoke, “so I… I need you to give me your, uh, your all . I need you to keep touching me, keep making me feel like this, please . I want you to f- ngh , I want you inside me. Please, Spam?” He pushed his crotch forward and spread his legs just a little more. “I’ll be- I’ll be good. I can be good. ”

Fuck, Spamton didn’t know what to say! His hands guided themselves. He stroked his cock slowly and shuffled forward towards Tenna’s pussy, maintaining eye contact with the CRT. He swallowed, and said with barely concealed desperation, “I want to [[ RUIN ]] you.”

Tenna laughed his show host laugh and replied, “you’re a good handyman, Spam.” He leaned in a little bit, and he continued in a quiet tone, “ I’m sure you’d be able to put me back together. ”

It was probably bad business etiquette to pull your employer down and to kiss them on their staticy mouth, but Spamton didn’t think there were any witty quips he could say in response to that that wouldn’t make him sound like a desperate, horny loser. He felt tingles all throughout his body as he shoved his tongue into the TV’s mouth, a similar feeling to getting pins and needles, but far more pleasant. Far more addicting . Even though Tenna wasn’t a great kisser- Spamton had felt the discomforting graze of his fangs a few times, -it wasn’t warding him off. If he didn’t pull away now, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stop.

So he pulled away, leaving the other man in a tizzy as he searched around for the lube. He still had a job to do, didn’t he? He might as well get it done in an… unconventional way. 

He slathered it on hastily, and squirted a bit more onto Tenna’s pussy, biting his lip at the beautiful glisten of it against the silicone and rubber wires. He sat himself up closer, one hand on the tentacle and another on one of Tenna’s fat thighs, and let the appendage slip around. A sigh left him, and a yowl came from the CRT. Spamton asked huskily, “you want me inside [[babe]]?”

“ Ngah, so, so bad,” Tenna hummed. “Please… stop teasing. I can’t take it any longer, I’ll go mad.”

“Ha! Only cuz ya asked nicely,” Spamton spoke, and then thought, and because I’m going mad too.

He spread the slit apart with a hand and ground against the entrance, using his other hand to guide his penis inside. As he pushed in, he groaned and felt his own face go quite red, matching with the bigger man. All the while, Tenna was letting off sounds and mumbles, forcing himself to keep his weak legs open, to keep his hands off of the mailman. He needed to be good, he didn’t want to stop Spamton, he needed this.

Tenna’s insides were unlike anything Spamton had felt before. It was incredibly slick thanks to the amount of lube he’d been using to tidy up the man’s wiring, and it was warm. The rubber inside was smooth, easy to glide along as he bottomed out inside of Tenna. He let out a quick breath, groaning quietly, “ fuuck. You feel [awesome sauce.] I wish you would’ve asked me for ‘maintenance help’ earlier, ya [[little sponge]].”

Tenna couldn’t get a word out. Letting laboured breaths leave his mouth, there were attempts at words in the mix, but it just ended up as unintelligible mumbles and breathy whines. His legs were shaking and he muttered out sloppily, “Spam, I, I think I need to, nggha! I feel so, so-”

“Don’t you [[Truth or Dare?]] finish this early, [Cathode]!” Spamton said with just a hint of irritation. He began to pull out, dragging a whine out of Tenna, before he slammed back in, one small hand grabbing onto the thick wires of Tenna’s leg, and the other onto his stomach. “I’m gonna have my [fun, fun, fun!], ya hear?”

“ Ah , ha , Spam, you keep doing this to me and I’ll have no, hah , no choice!” Tenna mumbled. “I’ve never felt so, gha , so good .”

“You said you were gonna [ I can be good… ].” Spamton pushed back into Tenna, as slowly as he could this time, watching how the CRT’s mouth opened and took in a shaky breath. “You’re not gonna go back on that [[DEAL]], are ya?”

“NO! No, I- I’m sorry, I can hold on, I won’t… do it, ” Tenna said, falling into a hushed tone.

“That’s a [[Good TV!]],” Spamton spoke, and then began himself at a moderate pace. With each thrust, he wanted to feel the curve and texture of each wire, the deep electric feeling of it all, how Tenna’s body hummed around him so softly. No one else had felt this before, and really? He doubted anyone else would ever feel it. Poor, attached Tenna wouldn’t let anyone fuck him after this, and it sure wouldn’t feel the same. It wouldn’t feel as good . Spamton knew how much he meant to him. 

His hand tightened the grip he had on Tenna’s legs and yanked himself forward with each push, each fuck forward. It was a moan like a scream that came out of Tenna, his knees buckling and his screen glitching out as Spamton’s cock reached the most sensitive part of him inside. Those small, uncovered wires. For how small they were, they packed a serious punch, and a serious amount of pleasure. 

“That good, Ant?” Spamton asked hungrily. “It feels great, don’t it? Lettin’ me [screw] your pussy like this… fuck, you’re all mine .”

“I’m- I’m all, ahaa, all yours,” Tenna said absentmindedly, thoroughly fucked out. His hips bucked forward, and he muttered, “ Spam, please. ”

“Hold on a sec,” Spamton groaned, fucking in and out of him again, listening to the sweet, gutteral sounds escaping him. He could feel it, the electricity building up. It was an insane idea to him, how he could pinpoint exactly when Tenna was going to finish. There was so much he could do with it… his eyes glanced towards the switches on the mound of his crotch. He wondered. Oh , he fucking wondered.

When the electricity built up to the point that Spamton saw the sparks shooting off of Tenna, he moved his hand down and flipped the switch off. Suddenly, the loudest whine he’d heard from Tenna escaped his mouth, and his legs locked up. Tenna still looked incredibly fucked out, but he also looked incredibly desperate, needy , lacking the sensation he’d been feeling before. He muttered, sitting up on the couch arm, looking at Spamton worriedly, “wha-”

Then, Spamton flicked it back on, and watched as Tenna moaned again, arching his back against the chair and grabbing at whatever was closest. The electricity had gone down a few notches from before, but it was as strong as ever.

This was incredible .

“ Fuck , oh, Spam, what was- ngha! What did you dooo? ” Tenna sobbed and writhed, grinding against the salesman, yearning for the ultimate peak of this whole thing. He’d been so close, so damn close. Who did Spamton think he was?

…An innovator, probably. Fucking a robot and figuring out how to edge them in an entirely mechanical way was something worthy of praise- in Spamton’s head at least.

“Just a bit of, ha , a bit of fun .” Spamton fucked into Tenna, over and over, occasionally letting his hand flip the switch for a few seconds before turning it back on. The feeling in his gut grew as he watched the desperate, confused TV go from feeling nothing to everything at once. Controlling him like this was exhilarating. It was getting him so close, he didn’t want it to end. This damn CRT was intoxicating .

“Spam, Spamton, ohhh my god ,” Tenna cried out. “Please, please, please, whatever you’re doing to me, it’s- I, I want to- I need to cum. Oh my god, please . I’ve been good, haven’t I? I’m, I’m yours Spam, and I’ll be good. I’ll stay good for you, just- just please!”

“[GOD], you’re such a needy slut,” Spamton said, biting his lip and feeling his thrusts become sloppy. “I’ll give ya what ya want, only cuz you’ve been such a good [[fucktoy]]. Oh, fuckkk. ”

Tenna went first, he’d been holding it back practically the entire time, it was just so much. His back arched and his mouth hung agape, his antennae twitching all over as pulses of strong, sweet electricity shot through his body. He could feel it in his head, his chest, his pussy - as Spamton had claimed it to be, -and in his hands. It was overwhelming, it felt like he was growing and shrinking without the actual growing and shrinking. His legs wrapped tight around Spamton, and he let out a few more groans of pleasure as the salesman finished inside him. He didn’t care about that, though, he wanted that. This way, Spamton wouldn’t be able to leave him, what with all his everything inside him now.

Spamton, on the other hand, had never cum so hard in his life, and wasn’t sure he would ever again. Partly from the excitement of fucking the TV host he ran ads for, and partly from the genuine electrocution he’d just felt. It tingled through his body even after the fact, and he was sure he’d have to check for any singed hairs after this.

A few deep breaths later, Spamton spoke up and said, “so… your legs are in [Working Order], ah?”

The clarity set in quickly for Tenna as he felt Spamton pull out. He muttered to himself, “ oh my goodness, I just fucked- NO! I just… did that . With you . Oh lord.”

“So, ha! How was I?” Spamton asked, letting his tentacle retreat back to where it came from, zipping up his pants and sitting back. Tenna didn’t respond, his screen currently in his hands, murmuring things to himself still. Spamton spoke again, “Ant? Would ya stop freakin’ out and talk to me?”

“We just, we did that? Like just now?” Tenna said, sparks still shooting off of his body. Spamton nodded and replied, “[YES!!!] we did. No big deal, don’t worry your head about it!”

“But-” Tenna went to say, but got cut off. Spamton interrupted, “it’s all business, [baby]. Sometimes the best thing you can do is [Invest! Invest! Invest!] in some sweet [Kissed on the mouth] action. And, if it’s anything, you were a [Wonderful Lover].”

“Are you, ha! Are you sure it’s all… okay?” Tenna spoke nervously. “Won’t this change things? You still…”

“Hey! Knock off all the [existential crisis] talk!” Spamton, during the conversation, had managed to oil Tenna’s screws and had stuck the plate back into place. Any fluids that had been left inside Tenna, it was just Darkner magic, wasn’t it? Nothing to clean up. Besides, Tenna needed the lubrication, didn’t he? Spamton held back a laugh at that notion.

He moved up close beside Tenna, then, and closed his eyes.

“Take a [chill pill], Ant,” Spamton said smoothly, giving Tenna a relaxed look. “We’ll talk about it some other time, if you’re so worried. Which ya shouldn’t be, I promise, it’s normal for [[Fellow businessmen]] to [fraternize] when you’re this close in the biz. Just… bask in the afterglow, yeah?”

Tenna took one more deep breath, smoothing back his antennae and replying with settled nerves, “I… if you say so, Spam. I trust you.”

“Good,” Spamton murmured as the tiredness set in. He curled into a comfortable spot, slotted between one of Tenna’s arms and his chest, and whispered, “m’the most trustworthy man in the business, [baby.]”

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