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You were a young monstress residing in quaint, friendly Hometown in one of the smaller dwellings. You lived alone, recently becoming a receptionist at town hall, an obvious step up from a diner waitress. Afterall, you weren’t a teenager anymore, this job seemed to be far more mature. Unfortunately, this meant getting used to completely new hours and demands.
Tonight, you had been asked to stay late by the mayor herself...which of course you couldn’t argue against. But what she didn’t understand was you just had to get home soon. I mean hello? Tonight’s the Primetime tEmmys! Everyone who’s anyone will be watching. How else will you know which of your favorite shows will win what categories? Or what nominees you hadn’t even seen yet? Not to mention the celebrities, the fashion, it’s culture. Pop culture, and it’s very important. Mayor Holiday would never get that.
These thoughts ran through your mind as you scribbled through transcripts and meeting reschedulings just trying to get them done. You couldn’t even check the time, you knew you were totally missing it. Yes you could watch some celebrity gossip shows tomorrow or recaps online but that’s not the same as actually watching the full thing. Of course preferably you could watch it live, tuning in alongside millions of souls all watching the same broadcast, like being in a theater together. You grew up on TV, you’ve always loved it. You reach for another paper to fill only to find the tray empty. You’re done..
You jump up and gather your things, dashing out of the office. You’re already late, it’s dark outside. You thank the Angel this town was too safe and small for you to worry about trotting home at night. You were just hoping you didn’t miss to much, or the whole thing! You ran to your small cozy home fumbling with the keys.
“Come on, come on!” You got the door open and set your things down clumsily, eyes flicking to the microwave.
“10?! it’s ten?!” You dart to the living room, dramatically hoping for some kind of miracle when by all means you’ve totally missed your show. Maybe they’re rerunning it a third time? Something? Anything! What’s the point of slaving away for the mayor when you can’t even come home to your favorite thing to watch? You drop to your knees in front of the TV, despite the more ‘mature’ job you now have, you’re still the same melodramatic young woman you always had been. You held your TV on either side, gripping the monitor.
“Oh please please please please.” You flicked through channels frantically, searching with the remote. It was so over for you, you had decided. Finally you found it but, it only had like 15 minutes left.
“Ugh..” You put your forehead against the screen. “damn it…” You muttered before noticing a red circle next to the program on the channel guide.
“What?”
You leaned back, it’s being, recorded? to your DVR? You didn’t remember scheduling it to record..no you distinctly remember not because you were just sure you’d be home in time. Then, who..recorded…?Confusion melted into delight however, you get to see your show after all. You lit up.
“O-Oh my gosh, I have it! yes!” You don’t know how on earth it happened but, somehow the TV you got from those nice kids a while back did in fact record it for you to watch later.
“Oh you beautiful beautiful television!” You exclaimed, before quickly kissing the tv screen. It was completely brief, an appreciative and affectionate but ultimately unserious kiss one would give to say a stuffed animal or a lost wallet after finding it.
“Mmwah..!”
You pulled away, grabbing the remote to watch your precious award show, oblivious to the lipstick stain you left behind in the shape of your lips. It was late and you couldn’t see it through the light of the screen, especially from your couch.
You laid out after a long day of work and stress, watching the tEmmys with your favorite drink. Monster celebrities were all dressed up accepting awards and giving speeches. Even a few humans got to stand up there for being a part of some productions. As you watched, taking little sips of your wine cooler, your eyelids grew heavier. You stretched, arching your little back trying not to fall asleep until best picture was handed out. You gave a little “yay” in celebration when it ended, almost passing out in the living room cuddling a pillow.
“Oh..wait..” You mumbled sleepily, reaching for the remote clumsily. You couldn’t go to bed with the TV light still in your face. If you were shutting down for the night so was it. “Mh..goodnight TV..” The words left softly as you hit the power button, plunging the room into darkness. And plunging both of you into rest.
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(an hour or so later)
“This has to be the strangest dream I've had in my life..”
You wander the hallways of what seemed to be a television show production studio. Complete with sets and green rooms and lounge spaces. As well as plenty of staff.
“I’ve told you, I’m not a celebrity...” You said being pushed along by little assistants and shadowy figures.
“But of course you are!”
“Yes yes you’re a star!”
“Today's celebrity guest!”
As flattering as that all was, you still hadn’t a clue what was going on. You felt like Alice, surrounded by Wonderland and the chaotic beings inside it. You didn’t have the conviction to break off and run, deciding to just go along with things for now. After all you should wake up eventually right? “W-Well, where are we heading now?”
“We must get you dressed.” The diamond-headed assistant ushered as you passed by a couple that seemed to be preparing for a weather report. “And then you have to go to hair and makeup”
“I-I see..” You said wringing your paws, wondering if you should just, try to enjoy this.
“Right here miss!” The little guy who you came to know as pippins presented. It was a dressing room with a star on it. “Tadaaa!” He said opening it to reveal racks and racks of clothes. You blinked, approaching the lavish looking dresses and suits.
“These are…actually really nice..”
“You bet, please choose whatever you’d like and makeup will be here in a bit” With that he closed the door, leaving you in the clothing playground, so many silky, sparkly dresses to pick from..
You got into your favorite and trusted yourself to choose the shoes you thought matched best. You looked at your outfit in the mirror, a nice dress on that hugged you just right. Now this was something you could get used to. It was kind of fun playing celebrity. When you finished, someone knocked on the door and came in at your response. It was pippins, or I suppose a pippins, you couldn’t exactly tell if it was the same one. Behind them was a team of four practically itching to glamorize you.
“Time to do the stars' hair and makeup!” They chirped descending upon you. You were sat down and the makeover began. Obviously you were still very confused on what’s happening but, all well. A dreams a dream. You indulged in the fantasy, having a glam squad curling your hair and doing your eyeshadow. When they finished it was a total transformation, you definitely looked the part of an up and coming starlet.
“There, you look perfect”
“Stunning!”
“Beautiful..”
“Why thank you” You said admiring yourself in the mirror, it was like getting to play dress up and make believe again. And all these little dream men waited on your every request and desire.
“Could I get a little drink please?”
“Of course!”
“Right away!”
You sipped from their fruity beverage from their bar. You could get used to this.
“Ah, by the way, if I could ask…what show am i even going on?”
“Why, Mr. Ant Tenna's TV time of course”
“Mr…Tenna?”
The name sounded vaguely familiar but you couldn’t focus enough to remember how.
“Is it, what some kind of talk show?”
“Of course! you’ll be interviewed and probably play some games. Whatever you’d like!”
“Huh. And is the host nice?”
“Ah, well..”
The pippins and shadowmen snuck glances at each other.
“He will be, to you”
“Why me?” You asked adjusting your jewelry.
“Oh well you're his absolute favorite!”
“Uh huh, favorite celebrity”
“His celebrity crush even!”
You chuckled in disbelief. Oh what an indulgent dream.
“Oh is that so? Is he cute?” You said checking your just manicured claws.
“He—“
Everyone paused hearing a voice outside the room. What seemed to sound like arguing.
“It doesn’t have to be removed! It’s a...cosmetic choice!”
“B-But sir—“
“Quiet. Just, let me get ready myself alright?”
The door opened, and a man in a dashing red suit and a television for a head walked in, holding one of his antennas down as if speaking to someone through earpiece.
“Mike, cancel my 3 o’clock and no I am not removing it. It’s going to stay right here on my—“
He stopped in his tracks seeing the dressing studio was already occupied. You blinked. He seemed so very familiar, and it didn’t take you long to recognize. You had been staring at that face every night since you were given him. That was your TV! And what’s more, there was the mark of a kiss, right on his cheek.
He seemed equally stunned, staring at you before breaking into an energetic smile.
“Y/N!! Our darling star!” He quickly turned his head away, seemingly frazzled.
“Forgive me, it’s bad luck to see the Celebrity Guest before the show!”
“…T…Tenna?”
That was it, that was the name those kids gave when they handed him over to you. He wrung his tie nervously, hardly able to face you. Inhibitions lowered by the drink and perception this was all in your sleep you leaped up to hug him.
“Tenna!”
He stiffened as you cuddled him with one leg lifted, pink blush appearing on his monitor as his large gloved hands fell to your waist.
“Uh—“
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
You giggled draped over him.
“In this dream not only do I get to play famous, but my own TV is an adorably handsome host?”
“H-hah h-handsome?” The TV man gulped.
“Aren’t you cute..?” You said playing with his long nose like a doorstop. Memorizing his quirky design.
“You’ve got, something on you..”
You said moving your thumb up to the lipstick stain on his screen. He quickly covered it with his hand.
“O-Oh, yes. I-It’s just, a little something you gave me earlier I..was, obviously just about to clean it so I could be camera ready!”
You chuckled, moving his boxy head to look it over.
“So I wasn’t crazy for kissing my TV..”
His staff and backstage boys slowly snuck out.
“I forget, what made me kiss you again?”
“Oh I..ahem. You just wanted to show a little appreciation for your Favorite form of entertainment of course! And, because..you had been hoping to come home to watch your program I—“
“That’s right! It was you who recorded it for me!”
You said hugging him tighter.
“R-Right! With my state of the art VCR of course”
“Oh thank you, I really appreciate it…” You nearly cooed at him. Hey it’s a dream, what’s gonna stop you from flirting with the TV man? He seemed to really like your comment anyway.
“A-Appreciate..? y-yes I..” He swallowed, antennas twitching. “Thank you. You’ve always appreciated me..”
“Psh, what else am I supposed to watch my VHS collection on?”
“E-Exactly! Though I’ve heard their…a-all in the, ‘stream’ now.” He said making air quotes. You tilted your head and giggled.
“You mean streaming? Hhm, well…” Your voice softened. “..there’s always something kinda special about watching it on TV..”
He seemed to almost shudder at your words, calling him ‘special’.
“I…” He cleared his throat.
“W-We have a show to put on in 10 minutes! Everyone’s worked very hard to make it absolutely perfect for you Miss Y/N.”
“Oh, and what does that entail?”
You asked, feeling along his head curiously.
Distracted, he answered. “I-Interviews, games, a shopping segment..a-anything you’d lik—”
“You’re so tall..”
He paused, watching your hands fidget with his ‘TV’ pin and coat.
“Of course my TV would be a handsome man in my dreams...” She chuckled pitifully, adjusting his tie.
“I probably should go on more dates”
“Dates? Oh no sweetheart you don’t need dates, we can host our own dating show here!” He said holding your waist, a hint of some sort of possession or fear in his voice.
“You don’t want me to date?” You asked playfully.
“Oh, oh I didn't say that I—“
“You just want me to sit on the couch all day staring at you huh~?” You teased him, watching his monitor grow pink.
“W-Well, that’s what you like to do don’t you? E-eating in, watching reruns. I make you..” He swallowed hopefully. “..happy?”
You smiled in your fresh lip gloss, reading your TV like a book. You pressed yourself further against him, getting the idea to turn this lucid dream into something a little more fun while you could.
“ Very happy…” You said stroking the back of his CRT head. “I love TV” Again you kissed his screen, leaving a new fresh mark. His entire body stiffened, almost audibly, his antennas vibrating for a moment. His large gloved hands squeezed your waist as well.
“O-Oh..y-you don’t mean—“
You kissed him again.
“And you’re the best TV a girl could ask for. Charming..and always there for me..”
You gave him a few more lipstick stains all over his face.
“And now look at you? so big and handsome”
“P-please stop..”
He breathed out, but it didn’t seem to be serious a request.
“Oh..” You felt his head. “Am I making you overheat?”
“Y-Y/N..sweetheart..”
“Could we put the whole, ‘interview’ on hold?” You asked batting your eyes. “I think I’m in the mood to watch something else..” You kissed along his nose and he melted.
“I-I usually run a, t-tight schedule around here b-but…”
“But?” You asked, guiding his hands a bit lower on your waist. He swallowed.
“But..anything for our, celebrity guest”
You pecked him, on the mouth this time, and felt the little zap under your lips.
“L-Lightner..”
You did it again and he kneaded your hips, kissing back softly, eagerly…but so obviously giving you control as you made out. You deepened the kiss, walking him back to the lounge couch in this dress room, until he fell back on it. Even laying across he could hardly fit on the sofa as you crawled to straddle him. You could feel him looking over you and your shimmery tight dress riding up your thighs. Oh he felt weak, allowing his big gloved hands to explore them.
“Tenna~” You cooed, regaining his attention. “Someone here told me I was your favorite celebrity?”
He squeezed rhythmically at your thighs.
“You’re my favorite everything…you saved me, and you enjoy me..”
He said running his hands up and down your exposed glimmery legs.
“I’m obsessed..I’d do anything for you.”
You smiled, sitting more firmly on his lap. His breath hitched.
“To think my own TV has a crush on me.” Your hands reached his chest, feeling him under his dress shirt.
“H-how could I not? I get to see your beautiful face every morning and night..a-ah!” He bucked mid-speech as you kissed his neck. “O-Oh.., lightner I—“ Your tongue trailed up his neck and onto his monitor. He audibly gasped and shivered, griping at your hips.
“You’re a star, you're an angel..” He managed out, squirming like his long self was trying not to hump you. Your breasts pushed against his chest and he whimpered.
“Means a lot coming from Mr. Ant Tenna himself~”
You began to unbutton his shirt, pushing off his jacket. He fidgeted, but you kept him still forcing more of your weight into him, right over the rapidly growing tent in his snazzy pants. When exposed you ran your tongue over the metal panels of his chest. He arched deeply, pushing them forward.
“Ngh~ oh she likes me, she really likes me..”
You leaned up, teasingly playing with the straps of your dress. He twitched, staring with nonexistent eyes. You slipped it down slowly, before your breasts popped out. He turned red, and you could feel his heat rising dangerously.
“L-like on those, filthy channels..” He muttered making you giggle. “I-I’m seeing my lightners breasts..” His hips moved in slow shallow circles, completely desperate.
“Does that make you all hard Tenna~?”
He swallowed thickly and nodded. You grinded down on him and he arched stiffly again. Gosh he was pathetic. You began to ride him with his clothes on, and he lost it at that alone.
“Oh!” His legs jutted our stiffly, hips pushed up.
“S-Starlet~” He choked out. You leaned back and rolled your hips, your tiny cocktail dress riding up enough to show your little panties rubbing against his bulge from his angle.
“Mh~”
You purred as his body reactively humped up against you.
“Calm down..” you chuckle, reaching to undo his belt. He tried desperately to keep his hips still as you slid his emblem belt through the loops of his pants. He lifted his hips as you unzipped his black pants and pulled them down. He gripped the couch hard as he throbbed hopelessly in his boxers. “P-Please..”
“Aren’t you adorable..”
You reached to pull him from his underwear, revealing his aching, not completely organic cock. It jumped and throbbed for contact.
“Please...starlet I’m..desperate..” He whined, voice laced with static.
“I can see that..”
“P-Please ride me..d-do whatever you want with me..make me useful..”
You purred, touching down his stomach, pulling your panties down your thighs.
“Ride you huh? is that what you want?”
He gasped as you sat your bare self on his rod. His proportionally appropriately huge cock sitting between your lips and his stomach.
“P-please, I’m begging…” He said clawing at your hips, his own hips stuttering.
“I’ve always wanted you…so bad it’s not even funny..” The darkner confessed.
You cooed pitifully, playing with a dominating, seductive side of you, still believing it a dream. You lifted, and lined him up..before sinking down, slowly. He gasped, shaking beneath you as he watched your pussy swallow his dick. You bit your lip and moaned, it was as long and stiff as the rest of him. His hands went frantically between gripping your hips and ass as you lowered.
“Y-y-you’re so unbelievably hot..”
You began to roll slowly, making him squirm again, his long legs unable to keep still.
“Mmh~ that dick is so good Tenna~”
His hips jerked at the praise.
“P-please use it harder..” His antennas twitched.
“Harder? you want me to ride you hard~?”
“A-angel yes please!”
She sped up, beginning to bounce on him. He threw his heavy head back. “L-like that, please~ fuck me~”
He lost it as you begin riding him vigorously, his screen going dark or staticky for moments at a time as he yelped out his pleasure.
“Oh darling~ oh mama~!”
You giggled between moans, finding him adorably charming even when being ridden into the couch.
“You're so deep inside me Tenna~ fuck~ you’re making me feel so good~~”
“I-I make you feel good, damn it I make you so happy..~” He whimpered to himself breathlessly.
“K-keep going..~ oh please~ fuck me like I'm you're toy, I'm all yours Gorgeous~”
“Mh that’s right, you’re my handsome TV~”
You lifted and dropped harder and faster, bucking forward as he begged for more.
“You like that boss man~?”
His claws began leaving little lines in your thighs.
“It’s heaven~ It’s heaven inside you, my dirty fantasy~~” He looked down to watch her slide up and down his sensitive pole.
“Harder, I need it harder, fuck me senseless sweetheart~!”
The so called king of entertainment clutched at your curves as you obliged at riding him as hard as you could, fucking him like he wanted, moaning so prettily he didn’t care who outside the room heard, though he was being louder.
“O-Oh~ yes yes~~!” He drooled at being so dominated by a stunning lady. You swooned and gasped as his tip tickled your G-spot.
“Damn it Tenna, you're gonna make me cum~~” You moaned girlishly, bucking at exactly the right angle, biting your lip hard in focus.
“Ah, p-please cum lightner, cum for me please let me make you cum~” He bucked up into you frantically, desperately.
“Oh please, tell me you love it..~ tell me you love me~ say you love TV~~”
He begged.
“I fucking love TV~! I love TV~ g-mgah~!”
You gasped and arched, eyes rolling back as you came and gushed all over him with a shaky squeal. He watched as he frantically moved your body up and down with his giant hands, his feet planted firmly on the couch as he fucked up into you through your orgasm, determined to prolong it and reach his own. He chased it relentlessly, whining and drooling before he locked up and came with a staticky groan.
His legs stiffened, back arching off the couch as he filled you with something that sent little zings and tingles throughout your body. After a second he collapsed back down to the cushions, screen dark and fingers twitching as you panted above him. You both took a long moment to recover, his screen flickering back on when his fingers twitched.
“You’re amazing..my starlet..”
You nodded, makeup smudged and hair undone.
“You..hah, better get yourself together for hair and makeup. Don’t you have a show to put on?”
He chuckled breathlessly.
“Please don’t embarrass me on air..you’ve wrecked me enough.”
“No promises handsome~”
The rest of the night was a fun filled blur. Getting redressed, coming out to applause like you were the most wanted celebrity in this dark little world. Sitting legs crossed as the beloved host asked you burning questions, a hint of your lipstick still on his face.
Last thing you remember was giving him a kiss goodbye..before you woke up.
You blinked awake, remnants of a strange dark smoke blowing out the window. You checked your phone, wincing at the blue light of the screen. 3:48am. That dream, all felt so real. It was the best dream ever. You stretched out, and blinked feeling an uncomfortable cool between your legs. Swallowing you dared to look, your panties soaked through.
“Sh-shit…that..was quite the wet dream..”
You heated remembering it, helplessly throbbing again.
“Damn it…”
You happened to glance at your TV, that stupid TV that you adored.
“Tenna…”
You didn’t care anymore, hand slowly sliding down your stomach into your panties. You swooned in relief, rubbing little circles as you stared at your TV, imagining, hoping, maybe even subconsciously knowing he was staring back.