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After…everything, all of the cast members retired to their rooms for the night. They all needed some sleep after what happened. Gangle sits on her bed, silent as she enjoys the rhythmic pressure of Zooble, their dear partner, running their hand down her back.
They two had decided to both go to Gangle’s room since neither of them wanted to be alone and Zooble didn’t want their growing migraine to worsen by being in their geometric nightmare of a bedroom. So they sat and thought. About Caine dying, about Kinger becoming sane, about what their future was going to look like with no ringmaster, about what other things may have left with Caine.
“Are you okay?” Zooble asks gently, stringing her from her thoughts. “Depends. Okay in what way?” Gangle asks back, lifting her head from their shoulder to look at their face. “Okay in the way that you won’t be black and covered in eyes in the morning.” Zooble says, worry in their voice.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m okay.” Gangle responds with a shallow smiling, leaning on them again. “As long as you’re still here, I’m not leaving.” She adds. Zooble chuckles lightly and says, “I guess we’ll never abstract then, ‘cause the same goes for me.”
“You really think we could live forever here?” Gangle asks genuinely. She knows Kinger’s been here for around a decade, and with what he said about Scratch, maybe they wouldn’t even be able to abstract with Caine gone. Is that a good thing?
“With you? Doesn’t sounds too bad.” Zooble responds, squinting down at her. Gangle scoff in faux annoyance “Cheesy bastard.” Zooble laughs. “Oh fuck you.” They say, shoving her off of them playfully as she giggles. “This fucking rules. I can finally say shit just as goddamn vulgarly and I mother fucking want to!” Zooble shouts, falling back onto her bed.
Gangle joins them, lying on her side. “Now that the filter’s gone, who knows? Maybe you could finally fulfill your request~?” Gangle teases, laughing with her eyes closed. But when she opens them again, she sees Zooble staring at her, eyes wide, face ever so slightly flushed.
Gangle’s face heats up and she turns away. “Shit, sorry. I-I didn’t mean to…imply that—“ “Gangle.” Zooble says sweetly yet seriously, lifting her face by the edge of her mask to look at them. “I’m not upset, just…you might be right.” Zooble says, voice, dare she say, hopeful.
Gangle’s face gets red. “W-Would you…wanna try?” She asks breathlessly. They squint a smile, lustful and loving as they say, painfully earnest, “Yeah. I really, really would.” Gangle heart flutters hearing their words, seeing the vulnerability in their eyes.
She leans forward and places her painted mouth to where theirs would be, sighing contently as she closes her eyes. Zooble wraps their arms around her waist and settles in, but after just a moment, the sensation begins to shift. What at first is porcelain on plastic turns to…flesh…
Gangle opens her eyes, nothing has actually changed, but the feeling of lips against hers makes her heart skip a beat and her eyes flutter closed once more. Zooble pulls away and goes back in a couple times, beginning to them their moth a bit, Gangle copies them.
Gangle feels a tongue slip into her mouth and she lets out a small whimper. Zooble chuckles as they pulls her body to their, pressing her to their chest and moving their tongue further in, swirling around Gangle’s. They taste slightly musky, but sweet.
As Zooble explores her mouth, Gangle feels a familiar heat pool between her legs. She’s felt this in the Circus before, but this is different. It’s warmer, fuller, real. She whines as she presses her knees together. Zooble notices and slips their tongue from her mother, pulling back.
“Eager aren’t we?” The tease. Gangle looks away but smiles as she nods. Zooble chuckles. “Let’s not keep you waiting then.” They say, removing one hand from her waist and reaching down. They pause, looking back up at her. “Can I?” They ask quietly. Gangle heat soars from their caring tone, she nods enthusiastically.
Zooble reaches between her ribbon legs and cups their hand over the bottom of her coil. Gangle whines, embarrassed she as involuntarily bucks into their had. Zooble feels around the area, tracing along the ins and outs of her before brushing the very bottom, drawing a heavy moan from Gangle.
Their eyes go wide, then dark. “There we go.” They say, pinching the tip between their fingers and rubbing it. “Fu-ck. Nngh! Z-Zooble…” Gangle whines, trying not be too loud since the others are sleeping. Gangle begins to grind into their hand, desperate for the first sexual touch she’s felt in years.
Gangle whines defiantly when Zooble pulls their hand away. They chuckle and say, “Just a sec princess. I got an idea.” Zooble stands up and grabs one of their spare sockets. Gangle watches intensely as they place the sock between their legs, shrinking in size as it settles into place.
“Huh.” Zooble hums, reaching down and touching their finger to it. “Mmn…” They moan, teasing the rim. Gangle sits, eyes wide, watching them touch themself. Zooble slips on of their fingers inside, the socket stretching to the fit, seeming to be elastic. “Fuck! Ah!” They shout, then quickly cover their mouth. Gangle bites her lip hard.
Zooble removes their finger, shuddering, and makes their way back over to Gangle, who’s sitting speechlessly. “They just… They… Holy shit…” Gangle thinks, at a loss. Zooble pulls her face back to hers, taking over her mouth once again, and gently pushing her to her back.
“You wanna go all the way?” They ask, barely lifting up. Gangle nods quickly an Zooble smirks. “Use your words darling.” You say smugly. “Y-Yes, I do. Please Zooble.” Gangle nearly moans, embarrassed by how much she liked that.
Zooble chuckles darkly and moves to kneel, placing one of their legs between hers and one of hers between theirs. Zooble slowly lowers themself onto Gangle, pressing their crotches together, and letting out a groan at the contact. Gangle whines pitifully as the end of her coil presses against the warm, wet socket.
Zooble begins moving back and forth, grinding against Gangle. “Fuck! Ah! Zooble” gangle moans, only for her mouth to be covered by Zooble’s gloved hand. She continues her smothered moans into their hand, listening to their low groans.
Gangle had never been with a not man, and it wasn’t an experience she particularly enjoyed. She hadn’t been brought up in the best situation, so she never really got around to exploring her sexuality, instead just dating whoever came her way, mostly men. She just had sex because that’s what you do in a relationship, not because she particularly wanted to. But this, oh this…
Gangle comes back to herself when she feels Zooble slip a finger into her mouth. She looks up to them, squinting down at her expectedly. Gangle swirls her tongue around the digit, taking it more into her mouth and sucking lightly. Zooble chuckles. “Good girl…” They praise, sending a bolt of heat through Gangle.
After a few more minutes, Gangle feels herself heating up to an almost uncomfortable level, beginning to feel faint, her legs quivering wildly. “Z-Zooble, I think I’m— Nng! Ah!” Gangle moans. “Hey, hey. Shhh, it’s okay baby. I gotcha.” Zooble says, voice like honey. Gangle feels the pressure in her crotch building, building, building, until finally…
“AA-HAA! NMHGN! ZOOBLLLE!” Gangle screams before they can stop her, back arching as her whole body shakes desperately. Gangle’s vision gets blurry as they feel Zooble’s motions slow before coming to a stop. They peck kisses to her neck as she catches her breath, panting for air.
Zooble leans back once Gangle’s breathing returns to normal, looking down at their girlfriend below them. “Holy fuck…” They gently brush their fingers down the side of her mask. “You did so good.” Zooble praises, pressing a kiss to her forehead before Gangle lightly shoves them off of her.
They’re worried they overstepped or hurt her somehow, until Gangle grabs their chest piece, and pulls them down to kiss her on the mouth. Zooble chuckles and kisses her back, adoring her antics. They separate and gaze into each others’ eye for a moment before Gangle says, “Sorry you didn’t cum. I’ve never been with a…not man before. I’m not sure how to do this.”
“Hey, it’s okay, it just takes a bit more for me. You did so good.” They say, kissing her porcelain cheek and wiping away a stray tear. “You okay o to keep going?” They ask gently. Gangle smiles and nods, blushing adorably.
Zooble gets off her bed, walking to the door and promising to be right back before exiting. They walk to their room, being right next to hers, and open the door, cringing slightly at the hell of colors, shapes, and mirrors that floods their vision.
They walk over to their bin of parts and dig around until they find a certain antenna. It’s long and thick, with a cylindrical shape, a rounded tip, and a bendy silicone texture. They grab it a bring it back to Gangle’s room.
“I’ve been saving this special for you~” They tease, tossing the part onto Gangle’s bed for her to inspect. She wraps her ribbon around it, lifting it to her face, eyes wide. “This is…pretty big…” She says, turning it around it her hands. “Too much?” Zooble asks, taking off the extra socket and moving it up a bit.
Gangle pauses, watching them intensely, wiping the corner of her mouth before responding, “No! No, i-it’s fine.” Zooble huffs, amused before walking over and gently taking the antenna from her ribbon, plugging it into the socket between their legs. They run a hand over it and shiver at the contact, having never felt anything like it before.
They look back up to Gangle to see her already on her back, legs spread, looking at them giddily. Zooble snorts at the sight. “Alright, alright. I’m coming your highness.” They chuckle, settling between her legs. They rest their hand on her crotch again, rubbing the tip before slipping one finger inside her coil.
It constricts around their digit, warm, wet, and soft. Gangle whines as they begin to pump it in and out, working her ribussy, they laugh at the thought, and removing their fingers once she’s gotten used to having two in her.
“You ready?” They ask, lining their antenna-dick-strap up with her opening. “Fuck yes.” She whispers desperately. Zooble nods, then slowly pushing into her, groaning loudly as she constricts around them. “Aahaa! Zooble, fuck!” Gangle moans, gripping the bed sheets.
Zooble gets most of the way in before they hit something solid the prevents the from going any further. “Hah. Mmm…” Gangle breaths, adjusting to the stretch. Once she’s settled, Zooble begins to thrust in and out of her, both of them struggling to contain their sounds.
“Fucking Christ, Gangle…” Zooble chokes out between thrusts, followed by a series of “Yes, yes, ye-es!” from Gangle. They lean down and press their lips to Gangle’s to try to quiet them both down, swirling their tongues together, hot breath dancing across their faces.
Gangle grips their wing and pulls on it, probably unintentionally, but god it does things to Zooble. They thrust into her harder, making scream out. Zooble feels lava pool in their crotch, driving them forward, faster, harder, deeper. Gangle wraps her legs around their midsection, shouting, “Fuck! Zooble, I-I’m close! Ang!”
“Sa-me!” They grunt, about to reach their limit. After another minute, Zooble slams into Gangle, shouting as they spasm, not actually releasing anything. Gangle screams as her back arches and she yanks their head down to her chest, clutching it like a lifeline. Their moans mingle together in a loud chorus of love and pent up desire.
They both begin to come down from their high, gasping for air and holding the other close, before Zooble slips out and falls to the bed next to Gangle. They both lie there, staring at the pretty drapes on Gangle’s bed, breathing like they had just ran a marathon.
Zooble looks over to Gangle, reaching a hand over to wipe away the steam of tears from her eyes. She smiles and leans into their touch, making their heart melt. They grab her waist and pull her over to rest her head against their chest, making her giggle.
Zooble takes off their extra piece before pulling the blankets up over them, cuddling underneath. “I love you so much.” They whisper, petting the back of her mask. “I love you too Zooble. I really do.” She says, lookin up at them. They smile and place a kiss to her forehead. She cuddles back into their chest and the two performers fall asleep, satisfied, loved, and safe in each others’ arms.