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A black, long-sleeved, V-neck shirt on his torso without a single wrinkle. Bright green trousers were pulled up to their rightful place to complete the outfit. It was a simple one, but it was the one that made him an Addison like any other. At least, that's what Spamton hoped and felt every time he put it on. Because despite his small stature, despite his bad luck and despite his poor performance at his one and only job of advertising, he was still an Addison, a salesman.
Right?
Damn it. There was no time to dwell on self-pity right now. Or ever! After quickly brushing his soft, white hair back to his usual style, Spamton stood in front of the mirror and panted. Well, he did resemble the others. Somewhat. That would have to do.
He hoped it would be good enough for his potential future sponsor, too.
Today, Mr. Ant Tenna would visit Cyber City. Everyone around him had made a fuss about it. At first, he didn't even know who this Tenna guy was, but after the annoying, scandalized gasps and long lectures from his peers, he ended up getting the gist of it. Tenna was the new television star in the Dreemur household, popular and loved by all. In other words, he was a big, fat fish. Every other Addison was preparing to meet him and propose advertisements in hopes to be sponsored by him, and Spamton had hopped on that trend.
At first, he didn't even want to try, but the nagging possibility to escape this miserable life and have a taste of success, of being a big shot was always there at the back of his mind, like a leech, feeding onto his delusions. He certainly didn't have anything to lose, more than a bit more of his dignity if he were to be rejected. Realistically, it was the most probable outcome due to his past experiences, but he was already on board with it; he would have to see it through to the end.
Some knocks at the bathroom door took Spamton off from his thoughts. They were loud and annoying, much like the person who caused them.
"Come on, White! We have to go now! Mister Ant Tenna is about to arrive!" Pink, his doormat, shouted from behind the door. "Be quick, or Blue and I will leave you behind!"
Tsk. As if they hadn't done so multiple times in the past years they’ve been living together. Already in a sour mood, Spamton stepped out from the bathroom, passing by his fellow Addison on the way out of their shared apartment, purposefully ignoring him.
"I told you we shouldn't have waited for her." He could hear his companions murmuring behind his back, and it made his skin crawl. But he shrugged it off. He needed to be in perfect shape today, and for that, he wouldn't let anything pull him down.
They met with the rest of their group of fellow Addisons outside the apartment and rushed toward the heart of the city, where all the important events took place. As they neared it, they could already see a large cheering crowd gathered in the streets. Of course, the Queen was there, too. She sat on her flying chair, drinking acid from a cup, and her loyal subjects followed her, making a way for her to move around through the accumulation of Darkners.
Damn! Spamton wished he could be treated like that fine hochi mama, too —receiving special treatment just for being popular and having a bit of power. For now, though, he had to content himself with being part of this cramped, too boisterous crowd. It was hell on earth, what with how much he was being squeezed, especially since he was so short compared to the rest. And speaking of the others...
Shit, WHERE were they? He had lost sight of his friends in this sea of Darkners, and he was beginning to feel anxious. Now, with nerves taking a hold of him, he would even pay some Kromer to see that pink Addison's ugly mug, but before he could descend further into a panic, a loud honk could be heard nearby. Spamton turned his attention toward the long black car coming down the road. A Sunbeam Talbot 90, Spamton recognized as it came closer. And suddenly as it appeared, it stopped. The hyped crowd fell silent, broken only by the click of the door opening and the sound of long, heavy legs stepping —practically stomping— on the ground. Then, there he was.
To Spamton's genuine surprise, none of the rumors he had heard about the man were false. He was enormous, a giant, far bigger than Spamton could ever hope to be. His most remarkable feature was his large TV head with a pair of bouncy antennas on top. He wore a nice black suit tailored to his large build. A striped hat and a large cane accompanied the suit. His grin exposed white, shiny teeth, adding the last touch to his otherwise pitch-black screen.
He was… grandiose.
"Hey there, folks of the Cyber City of Technology! It is I, Mr. Ant Antenna in the flesh, coming straight to your home!" His booming host voice killed the quiet and replaced it with loud, excited cheers after such an extravagant introduction. Spamton didn't want to admit it, but he too was starting to feel a bit giddy. If he got the opportunity to work with a man of the caliber of Tenna, who set crowds of people ablaze with his mere presence... He would surely become a big shot!
"Excuse me!" He exclaimed before he could stop himself, and was already striding toward the large figure. But he came to realize there that everyone else had the same idea when they started bumping into him carelessly. They were all shouting and running toward the man, either to shake his hand, ask for an autograph, or beg for a job opportunity. Damn it! Those addisons were already there, too, slick fuckers! Since when?! They were showering Ant Tenna with compliments and all kinds of flattery, fluttering around him like pesky flies.
Being pushed down by the masses, Spamton was beginning to think he had already lost his opportunity at success before he could do anything to proceed with his plan. But when he saw Tenna gently push people away with the help of his own subordinates to allow himself a road to walk on, it gave him the opening he needed to approach him as he fought for his life through the asphyxiating mob.
He was gasping for air and sweating by the time he reached the front road of people. Mr. Tenna was passing by, greeting everyone nearby. Just then, after a nervous Virovirokun shook his arrow —was that his hand?— with Tenna's own hand, the famous host's gaze landed directly upon Spamton's. In that moment of realization of each other’s presence and existence, Spamton knew he finally had the chance he had been searching for all along, in the palm of his hand.
"Mr. Ant Tenna! I’m a big fan of yours!” The man shouted the lie and scurried closer to Tenna, immediately forming holographic pop-ups on his hands to show them to the taller man. Ideas for new clothing, luxury cars, appetizing food… All of them could become real with the help of this man, and he would not throw away his shot.
“Please have a look at these products! Aren’t they right up your alley? We could make millions of Dark Dollars if we produced and advertised them on your show!” Adopting his salesman persona, Spamton sputtered words he had practiced tirelessly in his emails and advertisement proposals. At the very least, he could feel assured that he could do a decent job delivering his message. Whether it would land was another thing.
Despite the roaring public behind him and the cameras and people surrounding him to try and capture his attention, Tenna looked serious and composed. But his gaze was fixed on Spamton’s pop-ups and himself—or so he thought. Mr. Tenna didn’t have any eyes, after all. Yet, it felt as if he was staring straight into his soul. He wasn't paying much attention to his advertisements, but rather, something else that didn't sit quite right with Spamton.
After a moment of awkward tension, Tenna finally spoke up in a surprisingly subdued and curious tone.
"Hmm, I see. You are an Addison, right?" He asked, tilting his TV head, not really expecting an answer. “Pray tell me, what is your name, little thing?”
“Oh, well. I’m…” Spamton fell silent. Who was he? A white Addison. Possibly a defective one, at that, born in a way he didn’t feel comfortable with. But knew he wanted to be more, so much more. He’s always known who he wanted to be, who he wanted Tenna to see. Puffing out his chest, he mustered up an overconfident grin and extended his hand.
“The name is… Spamton.” No, that needed more strength, more conviction. He was about to become a big shot; he would make sure of it. "Spamton G. Spamton!"
A subtle gasp escaped from Tenna's lips, and he grinned, uttering something under his breath that Spamton couldn't quite make out.
“Huh?” Did Tenna just say something? That was the best and most convincing presentation he could pull off! Surely, there shouldn't be any complaints about it.
“Come closer.” The show host just said, waving his hand in front of his face in motion that seemed to physically shrug off the small addison's concerns. His other hand reached right behind him, large fingers extending across the expanse of his small back in that grasp that made their size difference so very, utterly clear. Then, Tenna propped him to step forward with a soft nudge that belied the strength of his overall form.
His face came closer to Spamton’s, and he couldn’t stop himself from twitching slightly at the sudden invasion of his personal space. Right beside where Spamton’s ears would be, Tenna muttered, speaking only for the Addison to hear.
"Come see me at Queen's Castle later. We’ll continue our talk there, hm?” With a gentle pat on Spamton’s shoulder, Tenna straightened himself and fixed his elegant jacket before he turned to step away, putting on that award-winning smile for the other Darkners who were still waiting, craving for a small piece of his attention. As for Spamton himself, he was left astounded.
Did Mr. Ant Tenna himself talk to him and invite him over to the Queen’s Castle? Where only the most famous and influential people met? And interested enough to further discuss his projects?
It was too good to be true. But it had just happened! It was happening and it would happen! He always knew it would be true; he was just a step away from becoming a true big shot! He could already picture the shock and envy on the faces of the other Addisons when they found out that Tenna himself had contacted him and seemed interested in hearing more about his business proposal. That would teach them to take him more seriously from now on!
Spamton's imagination was now filled with images of fame and grandeur. He pictured himself working alongside Tenna and swimming in the attention and money that the public would shower upon him.
Before he could fall any deeper into the rabbit hole of his own mind, he pinched his cheek to snap back to reality. Tenna had already walked far ahead, waving at the cameras and smiling at the crowd as he continued his parade. He would see Spamton at the Queen's Mansion after this. All right, he had to prepare himself for that.
Spamton ran back to his shared apartment, took a shower, and put on a spare of the same outfit that denoted he was an Addison. As he looked into the mirror, his lips tugged into a self-satisfied grin he couldn't control: he knew he was the best of them all.
He picked up a little briefcase to collect all of his written and drawn ideas that no one had ever wanted to hear, saving them for someone who finally would. With that in mind, Spamton took a taxi to Queen's Castle.
The hype in the streets had died down, now an itty-bitty more quiet, as usual in this big city. The remaining confetti and trash from the celebration was being picked up by other hardworking Darkners. Spamton looked at them with pity from behind the window's glass. Soon, he would leave that kind of life behind and become akin to the queen of this kingdom, with others working for him instead of the other way around.
The trip turned out to be far shorter than he expected thanks to the distractions produced by his brain as he daydreamed about everything that could happen when he met up with Tenna. When he got out of the taxi, he had a spring in his step as he walked toward the entrance of the imposing castle. Now, up close, it didn't seem as out of reach as it did when he saw it from his humble home all those times before.
Just as he was about to step inside, a burly Swatchling walked toward him, blocking the entrance with his large arm and preventing Spamton from going inside.
"Excuse me, sir. Only guests of the Queen are allowed to enter and join the celebrations. If you don't show me your invitation, I cannot accept your entry."
A party? So those were the bullicious noises coming from the Queen-shaped building. Hell, Tenna hadn't mentioned any of this, though. What was he supposed to do now? Maybe he should make up a story about losing his invitation. Or maybe he could try to show dominance and intimidate this lackey enough to let him in. Bribing him wasn't out of the question either. So many options to choose from…
But before he could dwell on any of those options, the familiar feeling of a way-too-large hand on his shoulder distracted him.
"There you are, little Spamton!" Tenna said with that gleeful voice, and he bowed slightly toward the Swatchling. "Sorry, but this one is MY guest. I assume you can let him in, too."
The Swatchling blinked, looking a bit flabbergasted before returning to the cool demeanor these creatures were known for.
“Oh, of course, Mr. Ant Tenna's guests are welcome here, too. Please, enjoy the party, kind sir.” The Swatchling bowed, allowing Spamton to enter the castle at last.
So he was just saved by Tenna just now. That was certainly one of the craziest things he had gone through in his short life as a spam mail. An amused smile formed on the addison's face, and he looked up at Tenna, his eyes quite unable to hide his growing admiration.
"So you can just say something, and they… accept it?" he marveled.
Tenna threw his head back and laughed. It wasn't a scandalous laugh, but it was enough to show that he had considered the question funny.
“Well, if the great Mr. Ant Tenna is the one who says it, I think it's only natural. Don't ya think?” He responded with a cheeky click of his tongue, and Spamton could have sworn the eyeless CRT blinked at him. Being a renowned showbiz figure was surely something else.
Upbeat music played inside the castle lobby, courtesy of a trio of DJ robots. People sang and danced along with mirth. The Queen was there, too, and not surprisingly, drinking acid at a table near a fountain gushing with the bright green beverage, clearly enjoying herself. Spamton had never been to a place like this before. It was clearly designed for the upper class in the city, yet there he was, accompanied by the most popular entertainer in the whole Dark World. He was about to join the festivities, wanting to drink, and dance without a care or thought of the life he had outside these walls. However, Tenna's hand, which had found its way back to his back, urged him forward. They passed through the crowd to the end of the main room and walked out of it.
"Why aren't we-... Wasn't this party made for you?" Spamton asked, confused, arching an eyebrow as he looked up at Tenna for an explanation of this unexpected behavior. He had assumed that the show host would love the constant attention from these people!
Tenna just let out a dismissive hum and walked nonchalantly toward the elevators, pressing a button that Spamton assumed was the floor where Tenna was staying.
"Well, yes. But I said I wanted to meet up with you to talk, remember? So, we are going to my room now. Gotta take the chance while everyone is distracted. Otherwise they’ll drag me back there, and man needs his privacy sometimes." The CRT chuckled.
Ah, Spamton pretty much agreed on that, and he nodded his head with satisfaction at the prospect of alone time to discuss his plans with Tenna.
Then his eyes, which were always closed, opened slightly with a shock of realization. Wait. They were really going to his room—Tenna's room. The private chambers of the most influential man in the Dark and probably even Light world. That was insane, and if someone were to tell him this would happen some days ago, he wouldn’t have believed it.
On his short trip to Tenna's room, Spamton descended into a dazed stupor. He still couldn't wrap his head around what was happening, like, really happening right now. He didn’t even realize he had arrived at the host's room until the door shut behind him with a click.
"Oh! Um. Nice room you got here. It’s very...spacious,” he commented, trying to ease the sudden nervousness that grappled at him, which threatened to ruin his business opportunity. Focus, Spamton. Focus.
"Isn't it?" Tenna said, as if it were obvious. Of course it was obvious, you idiot. "I'm glad you like it already."
The tall Darkner walked past Spamton and sat on the couch in his room. He crossed his legs, draped an arm behind the seat, using the other to beckon the young Addison closer.
“Please, don't be shy. Come and sit down with me. The couch has enough space for two, even with me on it!” By now, Tenna was the picture of coolness and relaxation, and envy tinged Spamton's heart. Big shots surely had it easy. They were naturals at staying composed, unlike him, who had to try his best to avoid twitching or showing his nerves in a situation like this.
“Roger that.” Spamton choked out. He advanced almost warily and sat down on the plush couch by Tenna's side. He didn't miss the way the CRT eyed his backside as he sat down. He tried to shrug it off as his imagination, but the lingering discomfort was still there.
“Hey, you got a cute tail there! I didn't know Addisons had one! May I see it closer?”
Oh, he had indeed been staring at his rear. Well, even if it wasn’t exactly at his ass -—or so he hoped—, it still added a whole new layer of discomfort that forced Spamton to act quickly and not let this meeting go even into a more awkward path…
"Sorry. I don't want to distract you with something as trivial as my tail. Shall we resume the conversation from before?"
Tenna seemed a bit taken aback by Spamton's blunt rejection of his request, as if he hadn't expected it from the small, young Addison.
"Which-" He backed down and paused, as if his inner mechanisms were finally starting to work in that big TV head of his, and a sleazy grin tugged at his mouth once again. "Oh, yes. You were pitching me your business ideas back there, weren't you? Go on, then. Keep explaining it to me.”
Spamton's eye twitched slightly at this man's almost dismissive and uninterested tone. He didn’t even seem to care about sugarcoating his clear dissatisfaction. Nevertheless, they were finally on the subject at hand, and Spamton wouldn’t let this chance for a better future slip away, even if it was the last thing he did.
Okay, Spamton, you’ve got this, man.
Deeming himself prepared enough, Spamton cleared up his throat and materialized a pop up from his hand.
“Mr. Tenna, my proposal to you is a business partnership of sorts. Seeing you have the talent and charisma to be a beloved character to everyone lucky enough to witness your shows, I offer you support, products ideas that would make your popularity skyrocket. Here, please look at these diagrams…”
He pointed with his claw at the holographic screen displaying a bunch of data and ideas that he had spent countless nights working on in his desperation to escape the misfortune of not being able to fulfill his job as an advertiser addison. Yet as he explained his carefully built plans, he once again sensed that he wasn’t really capturing Tenna’s attention with his speech. Was his business proposal truly not interesting enough?
Fuck. Maybe he needed to try harder, talk louder… He just had to-…
Why does no one ever want to listen to him?
Trying to not feel more discouraged, Spamton subtly darted his eyes to see the proof of the man's reaction. The moment he did, a squeak escaped his lips, accentuated by a jolt of his body.
Out of nowhere, Tenna’s enormous figure had seemingly eaten up most of the space between them, making it almost non-existent. The guy was practically in his face, and Spamton could have sworn he could feel the warmth and static coming from the cathode screen. That’s when Tenna’s grin widened, taking in Spamton’s distraught expression.
“What's wrong, pal? I thought you still had to finish your presentation.” He murmured, acting as if he wasn’t invading the much smaller man’s personal space, like it was pretty normal to be all over someone you just met and just wanted to do his job right for once.
Spamton thought about how to manage the situation, but he could only muster a weak, nervous chuckle, and he scooted away from Tenna in an attempt to regain his footing.
"Well, pal, you're quite the big fella, and your ‘grandiosity’ is… a bit much right now. I can barely fit on the couch, see?" He answered with barely concealed anxiety, tilting his head to point at the scant inches he had left before shifting a little more and falling onto the floor.
Tenna's screen flickered at the response and his mouth gaped slightly, as if he wanted to say something. But the words died on his lips as he began to smile once again. Oh, that damn smug grin was back on his screen.
"My apologies. You are right; I am indeed too large.” He mused, leaning back against the couch and rubbing his chin in feigned thought. Then he patted his thigh, shifting toward Spamton.
“Why don't you sit over here? I bet you'll be far more comfortable.”
“H-Huh?”
Did he hear that right? Did Tenna mean what he thinks he meant?
“Come on, I told you you don't need to go all shy on me. You can sit here, it's okay. Prommy.”
Spamton's wide eyes darted down at Tenna's thigh that the man seemed to offer as a seat for him. Was he truly serious with this? This really wasn't a joke? The awful taste in Spamton's mouth could only become so bitter.
"Uh... I..." Swallowing hard, Spamton stood up and stepped away from Tenna. He didn't want to miss his chance at being a big shot, but he was growing more uncomfortable by the minute. He wasn't sure he could deal with whatever Tenna wanted to subject him to. "N… No, thanks. That's not something we usually do here in the Cyber World… uh…"
The advertiser was beginning to feel asphyxiated in this room. He tugged at his collar to ease his breathing and looked around, searching for something.
"E-Excuse me. I need to use the restroom.” He blurted out and swiftly stood up, turning away from Tenna to escape. He had to leave; otherwise, he felt like something really bad would happen.
"Spamton."
And there it was.
The voice behind him didn't sound like the Tenna he had grown accustomed to; booming, yet warm and inviting. No, this one was cold and dry. Dreadful. And it was calling his name.
He should never have turned around.
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Spamton's fate was sealed the second his eyes fell upon Tenna's screen. What he found there was a swirl of only black and white dancing towards the center of the screen. It was hypnotizing—and that was exactly the point of such imagery on display instead of Tenna's smiling face.
“Come here.”
It was quick and it was easy. On his own volition despite his last wishes, Spamton began to retreat backward to where Tenna was sitting, his dazed gaze fixed on the show host's.
"That's it. Come closer. Just keep looking at me." He coaxed Spamton's gullible and seemingly empty mind. He knew it was in his power now, now that he had grown tired of keeping up any pretense of friendliness or decorum after not getting his needs met when he demanded it.
The white addison stopped right in front of Tenna and tentatively lifted his tiny hands to touch the screen, as if he were completely mesmerized by it. And he was. Tenna was sure of it.
"I'm sorry I had to do this—well, not really." Tenna murmured with what almost sounded like a snarl. "You didn't leave me any other option, seeing as you kept rejecting me so vehemently."
Spamton didn't respond, fully immersed in the hypnotizing pattern before him. Yes, this is how it was supposed to go. Tenna slid his hand onto Spamton's back and pulled him closer.
"Usually it's not that hard to make others do what I want," He paused to take an exasperated intake of breath before continuing. “I guess, in that sense, you were different from them. It IS a bit annoying, but I do love myself a good CHALLENGE.”
With that, he lifted Spamton by grabbing his waist. Spamton was so small in Tenna's enormous hand that it felt like he would break if Tenna put the slightest pressure on him. It was a heady feeling to have this much power over someone who had refused to give in until now, even if he had to resort to unorthodox methods to force them to do so.
He sat Spamton on his thigh, in the way he had expected to see the man doing on his own back then when he asked, and he hummed in approval. It was truly a rare occurrence to see someone who didn’t fall on his knees at the opportunity of sucking his cock. With that thought in mind, he absentmindedly caressed the addison's back as if he was a cat. And Spamton fucking purred.
"Oh, Lord." Tenna gulped. He had fallen for this sweet little Addison the moment he saw him in the streets doing his best and begging for his attention. But now that he got to discover even more sides of him, it was a must to completely own and enjoy this young thing that was now in the palm of his hands. Literally.
His hand, stroking his back, reached down to the little tail sticking out from above his butt. This sparked the show host's genuine interest, and now he was fully indulging in that curiosity, having the object of his desire in his control.
"Fuck, You're so soft and cute," he mused. He squeezed the tail softly and caressed it with the pads of his fingers. Spamton's lethargic body shivered and let out soft mewls at the slightest pressure, signaling just how sensitive that place was. His hips began to rock back and forth as if he didn’t know whether he wanted more of that sensation or to escape Tenna’s thick fingers and the overwhelming stimulation they provided. It didn't matter which way it was. Tenna had the power to overwrite Spamton’s instincts with his own wants and desires.
“Does it feel that good on your little tail?” He asked, knowing that Spamton couldn’t hear him in this state without putting a little more effort. But by his reaction, it was pretty clear that he loved the attention, even if those guarded lips would never admit it. Seeing the pink growing on the Addison’s pale face and hearing his quiet pants and moans, Tenna urged him to keep grinding on his thigh by kneading his hips and part of his ass. Spamton responded by doing exactly that, really grinding on Tenna’s leg and wrapping his arms around his neck.
Tenna hummed with approval and brought his other hand up to grip Spamton’s chin, wanting to see the pleasure etched on his soft features. Spamton's droopy, dark eyes met his, reflecting the hypnotic spiral of his screen. Seeing that gaze fixed on him alone, those lips slightly parted as if begging to be kissed, Tenna got harder than he ever was before. And kiss Spamton he did.
He practically mashed his mouth against the smaller man’s, devouring his lips hungrily. Spamton’s mouth was tiny, yet so warm and soft. Tenna’s large, greedy tongue could only lap around the corner of Spamton’s lips and dip its tip between them. Meanwhile, Spamton was completely overpowered and helpless to fend for himself. He was frozen and shaking, albeit pliant and malleable—a perfect vessel for Tenna’s lust after breaking through his continuous rejections.
Tenna pulled back just enough to look at the mess he had made of the white Addison, not wanting to part before nibbling slightly on his lips to mark his territory. It was marvelous, the way his whole face had turned red like an apple. Tenna noted that he blushed very easily, and thanks to his pale complexion, it was made very obvious and easy to identify. Such a pretty contrast… Guess red was his favorite color now.
It wasn't the only thing that had intensified, either. Spamton was bucking his hips against him with more fervor and desperation. In fact, he was practically humping his thigh like a dog. It seemed that Tenna wasn’t the only one in need of relief anymore.
"Someone's needy." He teased, running his hand through the feathers of Spamton's tail. The silky, fuzzy ends were irresistible, but he let go anyway. The Addison responded with a whine of disappointment and a harsher grind. He was so bratty even now. It made Tenna chuckle with amusement.
"Now, now, my friend. I want you to tell me what you want from me. Loud and clear, for the public.”
Spamton stood silent for a moment, as if taking in the words. Then, he tightened his hold around Tenna’s neck and rubbed his body against him. After being hypnotized, Spamton spoke for the first time with a dazed, almost sleepy tone.
"I want… I want you to touch me. Please. I want you to make me cum, Mister Tenna...”
So precious, and so completely honest without the uptight filter of his personality. Tenna loved it. Loved seeing Spamton like this and, of course, wouldn't deny him what they both wanted.
"Very well, my good boy." Not wanting to delay his opportunity for release any further, Tenna grabbed Spamton by the waist and maneuvered him until he was sitting on the tent in his pants with his back pressed against Tenna's stomach. From there, Tenna could roughly compare the size of his erection to Addison's body. The result made Tenna conclude that he might kill the petite Darkener the moment he dicked him down, so he had to be careful with that.
He reached out and lifted one of Spamton’s tiny legs, which felt like a twig and could easily snap if he wasn’t careful. He spread Spamton’s legs wider to give himself easier access to his most intimate spots. Some of his thick, gloved digits slid down to palm Spamton’s crotch. Tenna jolted in surprise at the moist fabric and throbbing lips beneath his fingertips.
"Geez! You're dripping. I knew you couldn’t resist me, either.” The thought of the wet tightness awaiting him in this little body had Tenna leaking too, but he had to wait a little longer to prepare this guy first; otherwise, he wasn’t sure he could enter him at all.
He carelessly and easily tore Spamton’s tight green pants apart, revealing his glistening cloaca hidden between the white fur in his groin. Tenna couldn't help but immediately salivate at the sight, and without thinking much, his finger snaked in to rub the little slit up and down. Spamton’s hips jerked, and he threw his head back with a loud moan, trembling all over. Tenna was almost scared off by the intense reaction, but after realizing that this special Addison was just really sensitive, his grin became even bigger.
"Mmm, what a DELIGHTFUL reaction! Could it be that you haven't been touched like this before? Perhaps… you are a virgin? Please do tell me if so.” Tenna murmured sultrily before dipping the tips of his fingers between Spamton’s twitching folds and beginning to stretch him out.
Spamton whined and thrashed around involuntarily, overwhelmed by the sensation before he could respond to Tenna's question.
"I...I've never- ah! I’ve n-never been touched like this before, sir. You are...the first...”
So he was genuinely completely untouched. Tenna felt like he hit the jackpot, finding an addison this small and cute that was also a virgin. He knew he had never slept with an Darkner of his kind quite like this, and that made it all the more delicious. With this new information, he knew he couldn’t be so reckless. He was a selfish jerk who refused to be denied what he wanted and didn’t take no for answers. However, his intentions weren’t really focused on hurting people, lest someone as sweet as this.
His circuits crackled with electricity, and before he knew it, one of his thick fingers was buried knuckle-deep inside the tiny man’s sopping cunt, tearing a loud cry from his throat at the sensation of being filled and stretched like this.
"Shit..." Tenna cursed under his breath, wondering if he had already broken something inside Spamton with only the magnitude of his digit, or if the hypnosis would wear off because of his reaction. But then he looked at the guy, and what he saw there wasn’t anything to fear, but the absolute face of pure ecstasy.
Tenna thought he would cream his pants at that moment, but he managed to hold back with great effort. He sucked in air and tentatively began pumping his finger in and out of the constricting walls clinging to him greedily to check the ad’s reaction. As he had imagined, the reaction was one of unbridled lust: tongue sticking out and little moans escaping. Tenna didn't know how much longer he could withstand going this slow…
“Does it feel good?” When his response was a shuddery moan of “yes” and another buck of Spamton’s hips, all the hesitation and nerves were thrown out the window. Tenna began fucking Spamton with his finger, adding another one in the mix and stirring up the slutty Addison’s insides with vehemence. The sheer sensation had the smaller man sobbing and twitching on his lap.
"You want me to make you cum, right? Then beg for it, you sweet little thing. Beg for me to let you come. Beg for me to fuck you this deep with my cock.”
There was no need to repeat himself when Spamton was being so obedient.
"Please, Mister Tenna…! Let me cum! Please, fuck me, sir!"
With that delicious cry, Tenna buried his fingers as deep as possible inside Spamton’s hot pussy, practically scratching his cervix. He quickly pulled his hand out with a filthy squelch, then used that same hand to unzip his pants and finally release his metallic cock. Hard as the steel it was made of, it dripped with copious amounts of pre-cum that had already stained his pants.
"That's it. You're being so good, so GOOD right now, Spamton. Just like you should always have been.”
Tenna shrank, unsure if he could hold this form for long given how excited he was. But he didn’t care anymore. He had to be inside Spamton. Right. About. Now!
He grabbed both of the Addison's twitching legs, lifted him over his raging erection, and placed his gaping entrance right over his tip. He rubbed them together, mixing their arousal in a torturous motion that had them both gasping for air. But he already had enough with the teasing.
The next moment, Tenna completely let go. In a swift motion he made his way inside the smaller man, breaching his tight pussy and filling him up almost to bursting with his thick cock.
Spamton didn’t scream this time as all the air left his petite body in response to that wild thrust. Now, all he could feel inside of him was the sensation of being completely stuffed with cock.
"So tight!" Tenna groaned with pleasure, almost coming undone right then and there. He had never been inside such a tight, warm vagina before. It gripped him so tightly that it bordered on pain unlike anything his sensors had ever experienced. The sensation was overwhelming, like a rush of new data flooding his systems. But he had to keep himself grounded, no matter how much he wanted to let go.
Instead, he intensified his power with some extra hypnotism to ensure that Spamton would not escape his grip while he had his way with his succulent body, and with that taken care of, he began using the small Addison like a sleeve, pumping him up and down his shaft. It was difficult to move inside due to their massive size difference, which was highlighted by the way Spamton’s stomach bulged obscenely with the outline of Tenna’s girthy dick. It was clear that, despite shrinking his body and spending time stretching Spamton open, that it wasn't enough. But that only made it all the better.
As he bounced Spamton up and down on his cock, he could feel his restraint weakening. Warmth coiled beneath his metallic belly, growing with each thrust against the cute little Addison. Spamton could only mewl weakly with each motion, his head sagging as if he were about to pass out at any moment.
"Fuck… I can't hold it anymore, dear..." He managed to croak before his claws pierced Spamton’s thighs and pants. He pushed his cock inside that warm hole one last time. In that moment, Spamton’s comfort and bodily capacity were the least of his concerns. He could feel himself about to bust, little electric shocks sparking through the wires and circuits bundled in his shaft and throughout his body. With a staticky moan and a glitching screen, Tenna came inside that delicious warmth.
He had to fight his demons to be able to pull out of Spamton before filling the poor Addison too much. As his limp cock slipped out of the softened hole, it spilled all over the couch and floor.
Oh well, he would have to make someone clean that up later. For now, he held Spamton's limp body, who had indeed passed out after the overwhelming experience. He was left gaping and leaking Tenna’s seed from his swollen, stretched entrance. Juices, semen, and a bit of blood mixed into a filthy mess of fluids.
Shit. Maybe he had really overdone it this time, but he couldn’t help it; Spamton was just too good, too beautiful. Thankfully, he wasn't awake or conscious during the ordeal; otherwise, he would've felt obligated to pay him dinner to make up for his fuck up, as he sometimes did with other Darkners he slept with who couldn't properly handle his size.
"Oh yes, I need to go back to the party before they start to miss me." Tenna muttered to himself as he used a handkerchief to wipe any traces of cum from his cock and outfit. Then, he tucked himself in once again. After fixing himself up quickly in the bathroom, he went back to the bedroom, giving Spamton one last look.
Spamton looked completely ravaged. Despite the pangs of guilt, Tenna couldn't help but feel a surge of pride either. Knowing that it was him who left the addison in this sorry state after having sex with him, putting him in his place after denying what was rightfully his.
Ready to forget everything transpired during this night with the prospect of alcohol, Tenna threw a blanket over Spamton's naked body, picked up his phone to call at someone, and left, leaving the exhausted Addison alone.
"Mike? Please, come clean my room. I'll be busy at the party. Yes, Yes… Don't think much about anything else you might see there. It's just… the usual."
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Now, the drawings that inspired me! All credit goes to my friend, you guys don't know how insane I went for these the moment I saw them... And I knew I had to do them justice.
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