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Zooble heard the ding after asking for it. That meant it had to have been granted, right? They dug through their box of parts, expecting something new to use, but there was nothing new.
Gangle was with them in their room, sitting on their bed with her little blue sketchpad — She’d asked to hang out after that day's adventure, and they obviously did want to spend time with the ribbon girl, so they said yes.
Giving up on their search, they flopped back into their bed and looked over at Gangle. Eventually, their eyes drifted to her notebook, seeing what she was drawing… It was them. The two of them. Entangled together. It was hot, though they’d never admit that to her face, and they soon realized they’d been noticed when Gangle let out a squeak and slammed her sketchbook shut.
“I’m sorry, Zooble, I—!” The older apologized, sitting up and panicking. Her ‘breathing’ was getting more and more unstable.
“Hey, hey, Gangle, it’s okay. I think about it too. I’m not mad at you.” They said, resting a hand on one of her velvet shoulders. “Just, uh… Good to know you think about me like that, I guess.”
Gangle shifted away from Zooble’s hand, startled, her ribbons all following suit, giving a sort of ripple effect. “I’m sorry, Zooble, I… I thought you’d be mad, or something. So I didn’t tell you. If you’re— not comfortable with it, I can get rid of them…”
“No need for that. It’s flattering, really.” Zooble’s face had a very slight, red blush on it. Gangle didn’t know they could blush, but that was good to know…
”…Okay. Sorry again, still. I should’ve atleast asked…” The ribbon girl’s guilt was apparent in her voice, even though she tried to hide it.
”Really, Gangle, it’s okay. Don’t feel bad. I mean that.” Zooble held out their hand incase she wanted it. They really didn’t want her to feel bad about these kinds of urges — In a place like this, it’s really the only way to indulge.
Gangle set her sketchbook down on the end of Zooble’s bed, then latching onto their hand and curling up with them. It was cute, she was cute— The mix-and-match toy realized quickly what their thoughts were saying, but didn’t bother trying to block them out. It was true, after all.
”You’re always allowed to tell me things. I’ll keep them safe. I promise.” Zooble mumbled, holding Gangle’s ‘hands’ just a tiny bit tighter.
Gangle, however, was passed out cold in Zooble’s bed already.
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Later, they woke up, seeing Gangle was now wide awake, staring at the ceiling.
”Gangle?” Their voice was soft, but it still startled her, as she jumped up.
”…Zooble.” She replied, voice equally soft.
They looked at her, curious. “Why are you awake? Something keeping you up?”
Despite having her comedy mask on, Gangle looked sad when asking: ”When you asked Caine, for that um… Ability. Were you thinking of anyone specific?”
”Well… Yeah. I was, but it’s kinda stupid. I mean, I thought I heard a ‘ding’ after Caine’s little… Glitch frenzy, so I was looking in my parts box to see if there was anything new but, Nothing. It’s dumb of me to even think he’d grant that ability, though, huh?”
As if she wasn’t listening at all, Gangle went on. “Who… Who were you thinking of?”
”You, Gangle. Who else would it be?” Zooble held her hand softly.
Gangle felt her mask flush. She felt hot, even though that theoretically should not have been possible, and she flapped her hands around a bit before speaking. “Can we… try? I mean, try to see if it works? I’m not sure how it’d work, but… Maybe it can?”
”Okay, but— Firstly, do you have any boundaries you don’t want me to cross? I want this to be good for the both of us.” Zooble took care in listening, waiting for her response.
”Um, don’t pull my ribbons too hard and don’t break my comedy mask… And, um… For a safeword, maybe we could use… Pencil. Does that work?” Gangle responded, getting a nod in return.
”I’ll start whenever you’re ready.”
Zooble nodded, and Gangle let Zooble do what they wanted. After a moment, Zooble asked if they could see Gangle’s sketchbook, to which she agreed. Flipping through pages until they found a fantasy about them, they would’ve smiled if they had a mouth.
”I’ll start whenever you’re ready. Just give me the good to go, and I will, okay?” Gangle nodded, and whispered ‘I’m ready’, telling Zooble they could start.
Setting down Gangle’s little sketchbook with their ideas in mind, they began (loosely) tying Gangle’s hands above her head, just like what’d been drawn.
The abstract toy stopped to make sure Gangle was still okay with this, which she was —
“Zooble, I… thank you. This is better than anything I ever could’ve asked for.” Gangle giggled, and she found that Zooble laughed too. They were having fun. This wasn’t just a one off thing, this was special.
”It’s no problem, really, I’ve always wondered how your body works…” To punctuate their sentence, they rubbed one of the ribbons near where Gangle’s crotch would’ve been if she was human, making the older girl gasp. It worked. Weirdly, but it worked.
Gangle damn near whined at the feeling, ribbons shifting as Zooble worked to make her feel good, her legs spreading involuntarily at the sensations. It felt way different than sex in the real world, but it was still so fucking good to her, to the point she really didn’t care.
Zooble took great care in every touch, pinching and rubbing softly at the edges of the satin girl’s body, giggling when she squirmed and whined, feeling pent up and chasing some sort of release.
And then they stopped, and laughed as the ribbon girl scrunched up and whined. It was cute.
”Zooble… Why’d you stop?” She squirmed, looking up at them sadly.
”I just wanted to hear your whines… They’re so adorable. You should make more sounds…” Zooble went back at it, but this time, they had reached their hand into the space between her curling ribbons — Something that made Gangle let out way more of those noises that Zooble loved.
Rubbing, softly pulling, doing anything to coax more pretty sounds of their partner, they pushed Gangle so close to the edge.
”You wanna $%&, don’t you? Go on, you can #%@.”
Zooble teased, increasing the speed of their movements as Gangle’s ribbons shifted like crazy underneath them. Not too long after, with a drawn out whine, Gangle had whatever the circus equivalent was to an orgasm. She shook like a leaf, and Zooble didn’t stop moving until Gangle came down from her high.
”Was that good? I haven’t done $%&@ like that in forever, so—”
”It was wonderful, Zooble. Thank you,” Gangle pulled her hands free from their tie, and wrapped her partner in a full-body hug, her ribbons tightening around them.
They cuddled for a long while, comfortable, not wanting to move much. Loving them was all Gangle needed, that’s what mattered.