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The poor CRT was done for. It was supposed to be a moment of intimacy. One that had been delayed between them due to their breakup. It was silence for so long, and when they finally got back together, they were forever changed. Tenna had grown old and Spamton was now a puppet.
All that to say, Spamton felt comfortable enough to finally show his naked form to Tenna and the CRT could not be normal about it. Despite his body becoming ball jointed, he still had his pussy. It had changed color from grey to black since he last saw it and was now sporting a rather long, thick black tentacle. Tenna almost thought he lost his pussy due to how both seemed to blend in together, but was glad to see the familiar hole.
His vents smoked at the sight, and Spamton had looked away in almost disgust. Feeling himself so unworthy of even showing this to his husband. He wasn't expected the CRT to get between his legs, to really see the changes up close and personal. To have that staticy tongue against the underside of his dick.
The puppet's head glitched to broken boxes for a moment. It settled to looking at the CRT. "T-T[10% Off]! WHAT- F[$#@&]!" Those ball jointed fingers found his antennae as the CRT swallowed his cock in his mouth. Spamton was so small, Tenna could finally get his tongue on the sweet taste of his pussy. Like before, it was intoxicating the CRT like magnets. His screen smeared rainbow with the dripping drool and slime from Tenna's mouth.
Tenna gladly ignored the throbbing bulge in his pants in favor of getting off to the taste of his husband. To hear the confused gasps from the puppet as he was sucked, licked, and nipped at.
"[Ten]NA! I- YOU DON'T-" Spamton moaned in his hand. Other one yanked again at the antennae. He whined when Tenna released him from his mouth.
"Talk to me, big shot," Tenna purred between his legs, hand coming to stroke the outside of his thigh.
"I- I CAN'T! I DON'T HAVE THE [words left] IN ME! THE [Tired of the Ads? Pay $9.99 for] MAKE IT SO [Hard]! [Shore]LY I'M SO [Rotten Glass] THAT YOU [Find What You're Looking For] SO [Ugh! It's Hideous!]! I'M NOT [Prince Charming] ANYMORE!"
"That's not true, Spamton. You're still so charming and cute. You're just perfect." Tenna dived back into the puppet. Neglecting the puppet's dick to instead shove his tongue into the puppet's pussy. It took with ease and shoved to Spamton's deepest point. The CRT was expecting him to be tight, so to feel him open up so easily was exciting. It meant Spamton could take something else. Oh how he wanted that something else to shove inside his dear. His little mailman.
"Spamton, please! Let me take you. Let me show you how much I love you. I'll give you everything I have to prove it to you that you are beautiful and worthy," Tenna whined through his audio box. Mouth far too busy buried in Spamton's heat.
"I [Accept All] YOUR OFFER, [Cathode]!" Spamton's legs shook between Tenna's head. "I'M GOING TO [€@#], TENNA!" Right as the words stumbled out of his mouth, Spamton violently came in Tenna's mouth. Muttering apologies as the screen was drenched with cum from both his pussy and dick.
Still, the TV didn't care about the mess and licked him clean, popping off his cunt with a whine from the puppet.
"I'm still not done with you yet, Spamton. If you'll allow me to make love to you."
Oh this sweet talk was so foreign to the puppet that it was making him feel warm and fuzzy. So undeserving of this sweet talk. When Tenna pressed his lips to his chest, his face turned deep red. He wasn't expecting this soft treatment. To the soft hands wrapped around him. To the kisses pressing up his body to his face. It was almost too much. The heat from the CRT and his own body was getting to him.
Maybe he just needed a break. Or he just wanted Tenna to stop all this tenderness and fuck him. But how could he tell him to stop when he's been so touch starved for so long? When he's wanted and missed the CRT's touch after years without it?
The large hand moved down to his legs and hummed softly as Spamton opened his legs for him once again. "You're still so eager for me. Who am I to refuse you now? Especially when you've been so patient."
Spamton's body throbbed. "[10]S, PLEASE JUST [$#@&] ME!"
"I could," Tenna contemplated. "Or I could pamper you a little longer. Finally get my hands on you and touch you in a way that you never really let me. Always so afraid of the commitment, but surely you're better now as a pair of glasses for the heroes. Doing something so selfless like this would never have been what past Spamton G. Spamton would do. I'm proud of you Spamton!"
There he went again, squirting under Tenna's hands. Even now, Tenna was surprised by this. Who was he to guess a new kink for a man he truly thought he did everything with? But maybe praise was what he wanted to hear the most. What he needed to hear after being degraded for so long that the puppet had grown to enjoy it.
A smile crawled across his screen so impossibly wide. "Oh Spamton, I could truly keep you here for hours and watch you cum all over yourself. Is my praise really that good?"
Panting heavy and lids droopy, Tenna could see that he was easily doing too much for their first time together again. "Spamton?"
"AH! I'M [Here and There]! READY FOR [Round ]?"
"Are you sure, my dear? You look exhausted."
[Exhaust Tank]? NO! I'M [primed and ready] TO GO!" Despite his words and his attempts to be energetic, he made no further move to take control. "MAYBE I'M A LITTLE [Rust]Y! NOT OFTEN [Valued Customers] WANTs A PIECE OF [Action Packed Movie Bundle] FROM A [Rat on the street]." He was already slumping in his spot, but he managed to turn into more of a poodle.
"I don't care if you fall asleep. I'll take good care of you, Spamton."
Well that woke Spamton right up. His eyes went wide as the CRT looked at him with a bitten lip. They locked eyes as much as they could before the CRT pouted. "I thought you were into that?"
"I AM! I JUST WANT [A memorable experience] WITH [You! Yes you!] AFTER [Living in a [#@$&]ING Garbage Can] FOR [10 Year Warranty]!"
"Then I shouldn't keep you waiting for the main event!" He sat up, dick quickly pulled out and in position to push into Spamton's awaiting hole. Spamton couldn't help feel nostalgic about it pressing up against him.
"SAME [Big Deals] AS ALWAYS. TAKE THE DEAL, [10]S!" His gaze went down to the massive shaft against his hole.
"Make sure to breathe, I'll take good care of you." Despite those sweet words, Tenna shoved fully into Spamton. The puppet yelped and glitched while the CRT stuffed him to the brim. "Wow, you look so beautiful, Spamton! I forgot how good you look around my cock." A gentle pace began by the CRT, slow and gentle rocks against his mailman. Deep enough to leave them both warm and connected. Spamton felt him at his deepest point, nudging against his cervix.
He used to be scared to be bred by the CRT. Tenna was so much larger than Spamton. He would bloat him from the cum he dumped inside of him as it was, it only got worse when he was busy carrying said eggs to term.
But times have changed. He got used to the act of carrying Tenna's pipis to term. He got used to stretching around Tenna's girth. It was normal until it wasn't. Until they were alone again.
But seeing Tenna now changed, he could finally allow himself to do that again. If it meant he was Tenna's forever.
He also hadn't planned on coming again after the two he already had, but the warm rush of Tenna's cum filling him pushed him over again. His head swam like he had too many special drinks and he hiccuped at how full he felt.
The thrusting stopped, Tenna cuddled his cum drunk husband. He didn't say anything, almost knowing Spamton would snap at him if he mentioned his intoxicated state.
Spamton was grateful for the quiet. To cuddle up while still attached. To feel bred and pampered. To sleep knowing he was loved and well taken care of.