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Stanley had felt... Off, for the past few resets. Nothing, awful but he had a low buzz in his chest, and a constant heat in his face and his lower stomach. He had found it hard to focus on what the Narrator was saying because everything he said turned into a strong bolt of electricity that ran down Stanley’s spine, settling into melted heat in the bottom of his gut. His veins flooded with heat as his Narrator outrighted growled during the countdown ending.
He stared up at the bright red screen and gulped, normally he would be scared in this ending, running anxiously around the mind control facility. But now... He felt a strong sense of arousal flowing through him, his cock twitching in interest as his Narrator laughed sadistically. He felt that sense of need run through him, the want for his Narrator filling his mind.
God, he didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he needed his Narrator, so so desperately... His Narrator, Stanley let the word echo in his mind as he pulled a chair from the side of the control panel and pulled it to the large screen. Sitting down, he spread his legs and smirked as his Narrator continued his usual speech, none the wiser of what Stanley was about to do.
He smiled as he palmed himself through his trousers, helping his erection grow beneath his trousers. He huffed as his trousers strained atop him, he growled as he pulled at the clasp on his jeans, hands shaky as he pulled at the zip. He sighed softly as he pulled the hem of his boxers down, his cock jumping free and twitching as it came into contact with the cool air of the facility. He took his other hand and grabbed his length, dragging it down before pulling it back up again, he rubbed his thumb along the tip of his member and spread the pre-cum down as he continued to stroke himself as he stared at the numbers steady counting down, he knew he would get extra time soon, he just needed to get there, get to that beautiful beautiful release he craved so badly.
He let his Narrators word flow through his ears, the low gravel of his tone completely taking over any of his thoughts. He was sure the other was reading his thoughts right now and he would be glad to be met with a litany of his name flowing through his mind, his Narrators beautiful name. The word ‘ mine’ found itself on his brain quickly, huffing out as he moved faster, he cracked one of his eyes opened and stared at the screen, numbers moving slower, yet half the extra time being added on. Stanley smiled and threw his head back, speeding up his strokes and chirping out half formed moans and soft whines.
He felt a knot form in his stomach, heat pooling quickly, molten electricity coursing through his veins. His chest fell and raised heavily, breaths coming in hard and fast, many intercepted by the moans spilling out of him. He groaned and brought his other hand up, throwing it across his forehead and moving it down to cover his eyes. His breathing stuttered and he sped up his strokes, he felt the knot in his stomach tighten before loosening, white ropes shooting up and hitting his chest as he moaned almost pornographically. He sighed as he slid forwards on the chair, his head leaning backwards still as his chest heaved.
He felt the ground below him rumble before he was engulfed in a strong heat and white surrounded him.
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Stanley landed in his chair with a huff, he stared at his reflection in his computer. He looked at his eyes, hearts for pupils and they had a strong pink colour to them, nearly red... He brought his hand up and ran it through his hair, staring at the soft pink routes and highlights now adorning him.
He smiled, he grabbed the new tie hanging loosely on his torso, he stared at the new pink piece of fabric hanging limply on his neck. He smiled. He liked the new changes. Did you do this Narry? He projected his thoughts onto him, he must have heard him.
“Really Stanley? In the Countdown ending of all endings?! You could have done it anywhere else, maybe the apartment ending, hell, even the employee lounge would have been more suitable!” his Narrator huffed, Stanley could imagine him crossing his arms and leaning back on his chair, rolling his eyes. Stanley smirked at the thought of pulling him up by his tie and shutting him up. “Also no, I don’t know why your character model has changed.”
Can you come down here? I want to see you... Stanley smiled and stood up, instead opting to sit down on his desk. Placing his hands behind him as he pushed his torso forwards.
“... Give me two seconds...” his Narrator huffed, and he muttered something under his breath and Stanley was unable to tell what he said. He was practically vibrating with excitement; he hadn’t seen his dear Narrator since he had that horrid bug in his system. Stanley swore he would completely destroy that bug if he even got hold of it for causing his Narrator to feel so horrid.
Stanley smiled as his office door clicked open and his Narrator walked through hesitantly, Stanley was on him almost instantly. He picked him up and pressed him to his chest, hugging him tightly and pressing soft kisses to his cheek and jaw, before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him forwards, locking their lips together softly. He smiled as he pulled back and pressed his cheek against his Narrators temple. He leant down and pressed a gentle peck to the top of his head.
“Stanley could you- could you put me down... Maybe, please?” his tail wrapped around Stanley’s leg and tugged gently.
But, don’t you like it? He didn’t ever want to let his Narrator go, he wanted to hold him forever.
“I- I do, however I’m finding it a bit hard to breathe...” he grimaced and pulled back slightly. Stanley near gasped and put him down almost immediately.
I didn’t hurt you, did I?
Oh, how he hoped he didn’t, he would dread hurting his Narrator in the slightest.
“Oh? No of course not! I was only concerned since this model has never experienced asphyxiation and I didn’t know how well it could cope.” He smiled and walked forwards, tail looping around his waist, Stanley smiled and nodded, he looked down at his Narrators tail. It was pretty long and quite wide, however he was sure he could change the size and width, since every time he saw him, it seemed to be slightly different... It was back to its soft arrowhead shape and its adventure line (TM) colour. Stanley wondered if that’s what the adventure line (TM) was, an extension of his Narrator, but he would ask later, right now he had a more pressing matter to deal with.
Said pressing matter was indeed his straining cock, pressing just above the Narrators crotch. He smiled and picked him up easily, placing him onto his desk gently.
“Oh Stanley, I think you’ll be delighted to find I changed my model!” Stanley frowned, last time he wanted to change his model he hated it, he only made himself taller and thinner and he would have absolutely none of it. He wanted his Narrator the way he was, not preened and perfected for the consumer... He voiced these thoughts to him, well, through though. His Narrator smiled gently and cupped his face, a soft yellow blush dusting his face. “Oh Stanley, you do flatter me... But no, it’s nothing like that... I gave myself human, ‘parts’ shall we say.” He looked to the side, the yellow on his face now stronger, spreading to the tips of his ears and down the soft column of his neck.
So, nothing awful? He stared at him worriedly, he shook his head, a silent way of saying ‘absolutely nothing at all’ Stanley appreciated.
He looked at his arms, he noted the tubing, and his metal joints were still visible. He smiled and reached for his elbow joint, he chuckled as he felt the clear plastic, strong under his fingers. “What? Thought I’d leave my joints out to rust? You do think lowly of me Stanley...” he smiled as Stanley took his wrist and placed kisses on the plastic on the inside of it, smiling as the other shivered. He grabbed his blazer and let it fall off from where it hung on his shoulders, really, he didn’t understand why he “wore” it, all it did was sit there and make him look fancy. But oh, how he loved it...
Stanley pulled at the hem of his jumper, rolling it up slowly and pulling it over his Narrators head gently. He stared at the body before him, soft skin and one large metal panel. Stanley remarked on the absence of the vents on his arms and his Narrator only chuckled, “Yes, my model did change quite a bit with that awful bug.” He smiled before drafting his eyes back up to Stanley. He stared at the copious amounts of pink on his new model and let the gears turn in his brain “Stanley... You remember the bug I caught?” Stanley nodded hurriedly “Okay, now I don’t want you to panic but I believe you may have caught it...”
Stanley stilled from where he was running his hands over his Narrators shoulders and following the tubing down his arms, he pulled back from where he was planting small kisses to his collarbone and stared at his Narrator. What... was all he could think, his mind was overrun by thoughts of his Narrator, the need for more .
“Oh- well, but that can’t be right... You’re completely different from when I had caught it...” he paused and looked at him “Unless...” Stanley moved quickly, taking both his hands and pinning them up on the wall and kissing the words forming in his mouth. He brought his spare hand down to rest on his stomach, before he moved down and reached for his thighs, held open by Stanley stood between them.
A thought entered his mind of simply taking his Narrator right now, no prep, but he thought better of it... He wouldn’t dare dream about hurting his dear Narrator. He pulled back as the need to fill his lungs with oxygen overtook him, he stared down at the older man, beautiful yellow blush staining his face and chest while his eyes were blown wide. His glasses crooked and hair mussed. Stanley revelled at the sight.
He grabbed the band of his Narrators trousers and smiled May I? His Narrator nodded quickly, he hastily grabbed the button and unhooked it before pulling his trousers down. He stared at his boxers and smiled as he palmed him through the fabric. His Narrator gasped loudly, chest rising quickly. Stanley did it again, how he loved every single reaction his Narrator made.
He loosened his tie more and unwound it from his neck, he brought it up and tied it around his Narrators wrists. Keep your hands there... He commanded and oh how his Narrator whined after hearing him boss him around, music to Stanley’s ears. Every noise his beautiful Narrator made deserved to be recorded and played on loop in a museum, among the finest art of history.
Stanley brought his now unoccupied hand down and tested it in his Narrators thigh, squeezing the soft skin before stroking the inside. He smirked as his Narrator whined, his back arching forwards, “Ah- Stanley~” Stanley smiled and brought his hand beneath the older’s boxers, he slipped two fingers across him and groaned as he felt warm slick coating his fingers. “I thought that a vulva may be best because it was an easy change and- Ahh Hahh Stanleyy- “he whined and arched his back as Stanley pushed his fingers into him and curled them up gently. He ground his palm into his clit and smiled as his Narrator almost screamed, hips lifting off the desk as his legs shook and tightened around Stanley.
Did you come already? He smirked and kissed and nipped at his neck, biting down hard on the curve between his neck and shoulder.
“N-No, but the sensitivity is too Highh-!!” he keened and leant his head forward before Stanley took it and led him back.
Head up for me love, I want to see you...
He groaned and pulled at Stanley’s wrist, “Please, God, please...” he retracted his hand and pulled his boxers down fully, leaving his Narrator sat in only his socks. He stared at him and ran his hands down his torso, in love with the softness of him.
Stanley pulled at the metal clasp on his trousers again, pulling the zip down swiftly, he grabbed his boxers and trousers and pulled them down together before shuffling forwards and rubbing against his Narrator. He sighed as the pressure was released off his painfully erect cock, he positioned himself with his hole and smiled. Ready? The Narrator simply nodded and moved his hand down to guide Stanley’s hand further forwards.
He smirked and trusted his hips in quickly, shoving his entire length in at once. His Narrator almost screamed, his legs moving up and locking around Stanley’s waist, shaking. He grabbed his thighs and picked them up, instead positioning them to rest in his shoulders. His Narrator keened and his back arched as Stanley continued thrusting in and out of him, a sharp and fast pace, thrusts already uneven and sloppy, simply chasing the release he needed so desperately.
He groaned as his walls tightened around him, squeezing his cock delightfully. He continued his hard thrusts, relishing in every noise he punched out of the Narrator. He smiled as he whined loudly, back arching off the table as a viscous liquid dripped down his thighs and coated Stanleys still hard dick. He groaned and leant down, locking his lips on his Narrators as he thrusted in deeply before settling between his thighs, length buried in his Narrator. He groaned as his seed emptied into his Narrator, he bit down on the others neck and poured his thoughts out to him, his mind repeating the word ‘ mine’ over and over and over...
He whined as he felt his cock stiffen again, he started moving again slowly this time, languid thrusts that left his Narrators slick mixing with his seen dripping down his thighs. Stanley tried to keep a slow, even pace, but he lost his sensibility as he pushed in as deep as he could go before pulling out fully and slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that left his Narrator a hot whimpering, whining mess. His Narrator moaned pornographically as more slick dripped down his thighs. Stanley groaned and lost his rhythm, completely slamming into him again, he needed that release, that beautiful beautiful release.
He saw stars as he pushed in as deep as possible, hitting his Narrators cervix before pumping another load into him. He panted as he sat there, pulling out after a few minutes, he stared in wonder as their cum mixed together and poured out his Narrator. He grinned and placed his hand on his Narrators cheek softly, hello~ Anyone there? He chuckled as his Narrator shook his head.
Stanley smiled as he felt soft fabric landing beneath his knees, he stared down at the soft white bedding and smiled as his Narrator let his arm drop, tiredness overtaking him. Stanley smiled and picked him up, walking over to the bathroom and opening the door gently. Walking in he stared at the bathtub and turned the hot tap on, watching the water steady pour out the faucet. He smiled as his Narrator tried to stay awake as he placed him on the sinks counter.
He walked over and picked him up again, a warm feeling enveloping him as he rested his head on Stanley’s shoulder and brought his arms up to rest on either side of his neck. Stanley turned the faucet off and stepped into the water, lowering the two down and setting his Narrator down in front of him, bracketed by his legs. Narrator let his head fall back and land on Stanley’s shoulder, he hissed as Stanley pressed a damp wet cloth to his vulva, not missing as it came back covered in an opaque liquid. He grimaced and Stanley frowned, I know it hurts but you’ve just got to tough it out... Better than going to sleep filled with cum.
Narrator blushed and turned his head to face Stanley, seeing the smirk on his face he growled lowly before turning back around and letting his head fall back into place. Stanley brought his hand up to run through his Narrators, softly combing through the sweat-knotted tangle. He grabbed a small bottle of shampoo and squeezed a generous amount into his hand before lathering it into the others hair, he smiled as his Narrator hummed pleased and sank down lower. He laughed softly and cupped a small amount of water in his hand and slowly and gently washed all the suds out of his hair.
It was the least he could do really, he had technically just fucked his brains out and came in him twice... He could at least make it up with some nice aftercare. His Narrator deserved no less, being treat like a fine China piece.
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Stanley grabbed a bottle of water off the nightstand and passed it to his Narrator as he tugged a shirt over his head, his tail grabbed the bottle and he grabbed fit from there, placing the cap down on the comforter and chugging half the bottle. He pulled it away and gasped, “Oh my...” his voice was sore and gravely, more than last times. Stanley smiled at the thought.
Oh my indeed, he smiled and crawled over to his Narrator, grabbing his waist and pulling him down so he was curled into Stanley’s chest.
He ran his hands down his back, tracing random shapes into the others skin. He smiled as his Narrator curled into his chest, his eyes fluttering closed as his tail wrapped around Stanley’s leg. Not even the heaven ending could even compare to the utter bliss he felt at this moment in time. Stanley was happy.