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Scraps in: Something Obsessive
You are just another handler in Gardenview, you've been assigned to look over two toons who have been described as "higher maintenance", Scraps and her brother Goob
It's a lot of work but surprisingly comfy. Goob is a blast, you have to help him with quite a lot due to his lack of control in his arms, but you always get the best hugs in return and lots of gifts
Scraps on the other hand started out suspicious of you, she didn't entirely trust you to take care of her little brother, she was sure she could handle him on her own
When she fell though, she fell hard
You started by giving her some cat toys you had laying around your family's home. You had to wait for a proper day to visit since you now lived on-site, but she appreciated chasing around a wind-up mouse
Then you sat down to draw with her and Goob. She wasn't a great artist, but the fact she was drawing so well with claws was a little impressive. You made sure to hold your tongue on the first half, and the compliment made her smile
She wasn't sure what she was feeling about her new handler, but the more you helped her and Goob around, the more you kept kids from getting them too roughed up after a busy day, the warmer she started to feel towards you
It started off innocently enough, she started drawing more art of you two together, making sure to grapple to you just so she could show it to you
It's a handler's duty to make their toon happy, isn't it? Why are you paying attention to something else?
She started digging her claws into your clothes just so she could stick by your side, a bit awkward to walk with a toon weighing you down. Sometimes her claws even started scratching down into the skin
They eventually stopped replacing your uniform because you just kept getting it torn up over and over again. Good for her! She gets to show off how crafty she is with a needle and some fabric!
Your uniform ends up looking much more colorful than before, covered in patches of fabric. The only reason the higher-ups allow you to wear something so unorthodox is because your toon did it for you
Scraps has started demanding pets and chin scratches from you, purring and sitting across your lap whenever you oblidged her. Whenever you go to pull away she starts acting sad, calling for you to come back
It's your job as a toon handler to make them happy, after all
Somehow, Scraps found the way to the residential area and started taking things from your room, giving them back to you as gifts in exchange for more time together spent drawing. She loves making collab art with you
After a few days she realises something
Where do you sleep if you can't sleep in your room?
The idea only sounds better when spoken out loud, and while you're busy dealing with Goob, Scraps goes to town on your room, scratching the bed until it was unrecognisable, and destroying a bunch of other things in there
You weren't fired, there were eyewitnesses saying you were with your toon all day, but now you have to sleep in the same room as your toons
It's perfect for Scraps! She even lets you sleep on her small bed, prefering to curl up and sleep on top of your chest
Now you get to spend even more time together, time spent drawing, time spent playing, time spent taking care of her
You're the best handler a toon could ever ask for, constantly tending to her needs and even being able to have late-night drawing sessions with her
Then she makes one last realisation
Your attention will always be divided between her and Goob
She doesn't like that anyone else can get their grubby paws on her handler, not even her own little brother
She has to do what she has to do
Boxten in: Cooking is Key
You've been attending Cosmo's baking lessons with Boxten for a while now. You weren't really there to learn more than you were to be moral support for him, you knew how bashful he could get
You've grown to really appreciate Cosmo and Sprout's cooking, especially after tasting some of Boxten's food. You couldn't blame him too hard though, he's not the one who's been doing this for years
You can't help but notice how slowly his key turns whenever he's rolling out the dough, or mixing the flour, it's almost hypnotizing watching him hard at work...
Suddenly Sprout calls out for Cosmo from the other room, he needs him for something. Cosmo looks back at Boxten, and tells him not to burn the kitchen down while he's gone
"Like he's any better" you think to yourself, before turning your eyes back to the one you were really here for
Now it's just you and him alone, his key seems to have stopped for a moment as he takes a deep sigh. He was a little bit lost without Cosmo's guidance.
You get up and walk over to him, asking him if everything's alright
"O-oh! Yeah, Anon, I'm just overwhelmed..."
You smile, he sounds cute like this. You pat his shoulder, pulling him closer
"Hey, would it help if I turned your key?" You asked
He pauses for a moment, he's only felt someone else touch it when Shrimpo pulled it, and it hurt like hell there. Gently turning it sounded nice
"Sure...? It tends to turn when I'm focused on something."
With his blessing, you get behind him and gently caress it. You feel the shudder in his body already
He nods his head for you to keep going, you then slowly begin cranking it around clockwise
You look down and notice a twitch in his wrist as he holds onto the counter, letting out a small "mmmmhhhh" as you turn his key for him. You soon realise the effect this is having on him
You take one hand off, still cranking with the other, and put your hand over his. He doesn't turn his head, but he shows his affection a different way
Maybe he was doing it subconsciously, maybe it was deliberate, but he starts grinding against you. Your boner is instant
You press your hand further down onto his as you lean in closer. He's half over the kitchen counter, rubbing against your fully-clothed erection. He keeps gasping, unable to form a full sentence out of his mouth
In response, you turn the key just a bit faster as you grind against him, sliding against his butt while still contained by the fabric of your pants
Just to tease him, you let go. He tries to plead with you to keep going, manifesting itself in a tired "more".
You keep grinding, again putting both your hands on the key. You turn it round and round, using it as leverage as well to pull him up. It's a gentle pull, one he absolutely loves
He's salivating down onto the kitchen counter, he's barely holding on
Then he can't hold on, his light blue pants start darkening around the crotch area, a sticky stain appearing as he cums from only rubs and a bit of key-turning. What a freak
He groans as you pull back, still hard as a rock. You're a little disappointed how you didn't get to rawdog him right here and now, but you found out what made him tick, what would really get to him
He looks back, unable to hold himself together. Who knew his key would be so sensitive when touched in just the right ways?
Then you hear a gasp from the doorway, you feel your heart sink as you remember why you two were in the kitchen in the first place
Cosmo's back
It seems like you two have a bit of explaining to do...
Brightney in: A Bulbous Experience
It's definitely a different experience handling a more mechanical toon
Most of your peers do have to tend to an injury here and there with their toons, but with you, you constantly have to make sure their bodies are in tip-top shape and not on the verge of breaking down. That is on top of regular handler responsibilities of keeping your toon happy
Admittedly, that last part isn't too hard with Brightney. She's constantly wrapped within the pages of books, and even if you don't read with her it's as easy as just listening to what she has to say about her most recent read
She always asks for your assistance whenever she needs to change her bulb, since it's hard to reach up there herself. You've never failed her yet, though you do notice that she seems a bit more flustered after you've unscrewed one and put the other in
You've always wondered what's up with that, but you wouldn't experiment on your own toon like that out of the blue, would you?
Would you?
One day you're both in her room, she's again reading one of her books. "Empress Theresa" or something, you don't really care
You've had your eyes dead-set on her lightbulb for the past 10 minutes, your eyes are starting to water. Turns out the name "Brightney" wasn't a lie
Regardless, as she goes to turn another page, you reach to get your gloves. Didn't want to burn yourself after all
"Hey, Brightney." You call out. That gets her attention
"Hm? Yes, Anon?"
"It looks like your bulb's starting to dim a little bit... mind if I check it out for you?"
She looks a bit sceptical as she turns her head. "My bulb feels fine... Are you sure?"
You weren't expecting to get any pushback, but you quickly nod your head. "I think it's worth a look, always nice to keep your bulb fresh."
She puts her book down, resting in her chair and falling awfully silent. She's letting you change the bulb
Behind her, you grab onto her shoulder for leverage as you begin to slowly unscrew the bulb out of its socket
You notice a slight flinch in her as it turns around in her head, flickering on and off as the connection loosened. Her fingers are shaking on the armrest
That flinch turns to a shiver as you continue to turn it as agonizingly slow as you could, the ridges slowly brushing inside the socket. You briefly peek over to look at her face
It's hard to tell the difference, but her lampshade has gotten just a little bit more red. She's biting her lip, trying to stifle the feelings that were developing in her
She notices your stare, and turns over to look back at you. She lets out a quick gasp as you subtly pull the bulb, catching on the inside of her head and making her entire body shake as the current connects and disconnects
"Anon... Please, I don't know what's taking you so long, but... Get the bulb out as quick as you could, please?"
She sounds weak and needy already, all from you touching her bulb. How cute
You ignore her wishes, now turning the bulb clockwise again, sliding it back in. It begins to flicker even more
A quick moan escapes Brightney's mouth, which she goes to immediately cover up with her hands. The feeling of electricity sparking up through her, constantly heating up the bulb was just too much. Her body tensed up, her nipples hardening from the stimulation
She's figured out exactly what you're trying to do to her, but feels too weak to stop it, only being able to beg
"Ah- Anon! P-Please, stop it...! Book... Book club is on soon, and I can't be seen like this...!"
You smile, whispering to her
"Well, you'll just have to find a way to hide it, after we're done, of course."
Before she can do any more protesting, you up the speed, loosening it and tightening the bulb over and over. It constantly flickers, and Brightney sinks further down her chair, barely able to collect her thoughts as the disconnection and reconnection keeps sapping the energy out of her body
She's biting onto her lip, trying her hardest to stifle any moans that escape her. She isn't doing a very good job at it, letting out whining cries as she nearly falls off her seat
Seeing as she's on the verge of collapsing onto the floor, you elect to give her just a moment of peace. You fully unscrew the bulb and throw it aside, watching as she tries to pull herself together while slumped in her chair
You walk over to see the fruits of your labor, looking her in the eyes
Her gaze doesn't meet yours, she's staring off into space with a wobbly smile and small shaking eyes
Her breath comes in fast, heavy pants, the stimulation turned her a much more vibrant red
You also see how she's trying her hardest to close her legs together, a poor attempt to hide how excited she was
After a moment of letting her catch her breath, you hoist her up in your arms. She's still shaky and unfocused, how unlike her
You sit down on her bed, with her on your lap. Her shivers cause her to subconsciously pressed against your groin
It's getting too hard to ignore how she was getting you, with those adorable little whimpers and gasps
While she's still coming down from the ecstasy, you reach down and manage to slip off your pants, your bulge pressing against her sopping wet panties
Then, you take off your underwear, fully erect. You see the slit right on the tip of your dick poking out from between her thighs
Her grip doesn't feel as tight as it could be, was she losing interest in it? That just wouldn't do
Between her breathy moans, you decide to forego a bulb entirely, instead sticking your finger right in the socket
"Mmmmmmmmmm! Aannnooooonnn~!" She cries out as you curl it across the ridges, where the bulb would usually screw in
Her thighs clamp down on your cock, you soon realised this would be a little uncomfortable without any lubricant
Regardless, you begin gentle thrusts, letting your dick nest between her legs, only occasionally popping out into Brightney's view
She's doing most the work anyway, her legs are moving up and down uncontrollably as you run your gloved finger on the bottom of the socket, brushing against a smaller screw inside
She's an utter mess, holding her hands to her mouth like it'd stop any of her noises
You can feel her panties get even wetter as she squeals into her palm, and yet you don't stop fingering her socket, not until you're done anyway
Brightney falls back into your chest, her grip ever so slightly loosening. Just enough to make it so your dick isn't completely red by the end of this
But turning over, seeing her pretty face wall-eyed, that's your breaking point
With a final thrust, your cock begins to dribble, rested between her legs and coating her inner thighs with cum
She doesn't even seem to notice, still with a heaving chest and shaking body. All she can do is stare off into space as your finger is finally pulled out of her socket, giving her peace
You finally let her go, letting her lay down on her bed with cum-coated thighs. She can barely even move her arms or her legs at this point
You quickly pull your pants back up, can't have anyone else seeing what you just did to your toon after all
Looking back at her, you catch her bulb out the corner of your eye. You smile, knowing how to press her buttons now
Just for good measure, you walk up to her again, screwing the bulb back into her head. That gets another flinch and moan out of her
Did you feel a bit bad for lying to her? Maybe.
Do you wanna do this again sometime?
Of course.
Vee and Brightney in: Prime That!
Diing-doong...
The toons are greeted to yet another rainbow room. They're only on floor 6 but this run already feels like it's been going on for too long
Everyone wanted to just go back up and see their friends and family again. Going on a run this early wasn't the best idea, it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision seeing 8 toons in front of the elevator
Brightney in particular was getting restless, she put down her book for this, and she wasn't even being treated with the respect she thought she deserved. Stealing Goob's twisted train was an accident, there was a machine that needed to be done back there and he just wouldn't move from his spot!
As such, she was relegated to priming duty, the one place where she couldn't get in the way of the other toons. She had mixed feelings about it
It was a much more comfy job as opposed to extracting and especially distracting, but it still made her feel a little gloomy. She was a big lamp, she could take care of herself, she just wanted to help the team
As the rest of the toons scatter out across the floor, Brightney had some issues searching for the machine nearest to the elevator. She really needed to bring her glasses on more runs...
Someone else's voice called out, the one other toon who stayed behind to make sure Brightney was doing her job
"Hey, it's over there."
It was Vee. She didn't sound happy, but Brightney had gotten used to that by now. Just had to remind herself that Vee was a bit different when it came to emotions
"Aha! Sorry, Vee."
It was hard keeping her composure around Vee. With most other toons, she was level-headed, even when arguing with them. With Vee however, there was just this aura around her that demanded respect. Brightney walked over to the machine
"Prime that."
Wordlessly, Brightney nodded her head, beginning to extract from the machine. She was doing as she was told to do, both by Vee and the rest of the group
She felt the pressure on her as Vee stared her down. Shouldn't she be on a different machine by now? Regardless, Brightney kept turning the valve, thinking to herself
Until suddenly, she felt someone pressed against her back
"V-Vee? I'm priming it, just like you told me to. No need to stick around."
Vee didn't look too convinced
"No need to stick around? What if you mess it up? I need to make sure my best contestant deserves her title."
Brightney fell silent, putting her focus back on the machine. The valve sometimes got stuck, needing an extra hard push every now and then. Skill check was the colloquial term? Now was hardly the time to be thinking about how to rationalize game mechanics within the narrative of the universe itself
Her surprisingly meta thinking was once again interrupted by feeling Vee's metallic touch, this time in a completely different spot
Brightney's pupils shrank as she felt Vee's cold finger rubbing against the fabric of her panties. Before she could even get a word in, Vee spoke in her usual calm yet strict tone, not at all fitting the situation
"If you're loud, you're gonna alert the twisteds. You should keep quiet."
Following Vee's advice, Brightney responded with a low, quiet voice
"Vee...? You should r-really go extract somewhere else. You know, divide and conquer...?"
Vee scoffed, continuing to rub her finger down there.
"There's only 5 machines, and there's still 8 of us. Removing Goob distracting, that makes 7. That means we have 2 extra toons, we can live having two toons on one machine."
The valve kept turning, and Vee leaned closer in with a smile
"You knew that, right Brightney? Aren't you supposed to be clever?"
Brightney shuddered as Vee curled her finger into the fabric. It was getting harder to focus like this, being pressed further against the machine and having her most sensitive areas rubbed
"Do you really have to, ah, do this...?"
She was questioning Vee, and as such she was quickly reprimanded.
"I'm the host, I'm the one who should be asking the questions. Besides, it's good to see how you perform under pressure. Keep extracting, Lampy."
She realised she had reached a dead end, Vee would undoubtedly cut her off if she tried talking again. She had no choice other than to prime the machine with Vee on her back
Brightney tried to relax, to just ignore the teasing, it was difficult, but she was sure she could. Unfortunately, Vee could see that Brightney was getting used to this
A loud gasp escaped Brightney's mouth as she leaned over the valve, nearly smooshing her shade into the glass. Vee's finger was vibrating, right on her clothed button. Vee didn't waste one second
"I told you to keep quiet, Lampy. Now keep extracting it. I want to see it done right, I expect no less from my favorite contestant!"
Her breathing was uneven as her hands slowed down turning the valve, Vee kept pressing her buzzing finger down to the point of it almost being painful. Vee's thumb was now rubbing against her clothed slit, adding more and more pleasure- Pressure. It was adding more pressure
Still, Brightney had a job to do, and she was determined not to let her team down. She was being distracted, but she should complete the machine soon enough, another one down on the floor
And wouldn't you know it, as soon as the familiar ding of a machine being completed rung out, Vee finally left Brightney alone. The lamp turned over to Vee, still shaking
"Did... Did I do a good job?"
"No."
Brightney was surprised to hear Vee respond so quickly and dismissively, she wanted her to extract, right? She did everything corre-
"I told you to prime the machine, you didn't. Now the others have to find another prime. Weren't you paying attention Lampy?"
...Oh, she was suppposed to prime it. She had forgotten amidst all the teasing. She felt just a little bit frustrated
"Oh come on! You were-"
Vee stepped closer
"Don't raise your voice at me."
A moment of silence was shared between the two. The tenson was palpable, but Vee's stare was just so intense. Brightney gave in, lowering her head
"...Yes Vee, sorry Vee."
She admitted she failed. She thought deep down it wasn't her fault, but whos fault was it? She couldn't say it was Vee's, something about her stare just wouldn't let her
Her thinking was interrupted by Vee chiming in, her head shot up to pay attention
"Now that I think about it, your bulb's a little dim, you're likely suffering a bit of brain fog. We should change that before the rest of them come over to the elevator."
"But I changed it bef-"
"Your bulb needs changing."
Brightney again realised that Vee wouldn't let her get a word in, and relented, falling to her knees in front of her
"Yes Vee..."
Vee smiled, giving her bulb a few pats for good measure
"Good lamp."
That sparked something in her, but she wasn't sure what
Then, she felt Vee beginning to turn the bulb. She bit her lip, trying not to make any of her feelings too evident. It was hard resisting the urge to just fall over on the floor and beg for Vee to fuck her, she needed a release
As the screw hit the ridges of her socket, she held her shaky legs together, closing her eyes. It'd help if she tried to take her mind off of it...
Then, the unscrewing stopped
"Hmmm, no. I think your bulb is fine actually, my mistake."
Brightney opened her eye, and saw Vee offering her a hand up. She took it with a shaky smile, getting back up to her feet
Though of course, everything had its price
As she stood up, she felt the bulb rattling in her head, constantly rubbing and grinding against the socket, flickering on and off
She could barely keep herself steady as Vee let go, looking at her. She looked just slightly redder than before
"Now say thank you."
"Thaaahhh... Thank you Vee..."
As the elevator opened with the last machine done, Vee ran inside
Brightney barely stumbled in after her, feeling the loose bulb rubbing against her socket constantly
As soon as she got in, she went to the corner of the elevator to rest, it was times like these where she wished she could just screw it in herself
She almost considered giving herself the release she needed, she looked over to her hand with overwhelming desire, only stopping when she heard the other toons rushing in. Having to turn her head to look at them did not help, and from the corner, she barely hid a gasp as the bulb rubbed against one of her socket's ridges
It'd be hard to do the rest of the run like this, all pent-up and needing a release...
But hey, at least when it flickers off, her stealth will be higher!