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Tenna might have pushed everyone a bit too hard lately.
It's been a rough couple of weeks for ratings. He's tried his best to keep up morale, but he knows he's slipped up a few times, accidentally barred his teeth and claws and yelled in frustration.
He decides he'll make it up to everybody tonight.
“Fantastic show, everyone!” he announces backstage after the curtains close and the cameras turn off.
Shadowguys, Zappers, Pippins, Shuttah, and Lanino and Elnina look at him, a bit apprehensive, bracing themselves for a “but”.
He just puts on his award-winning smile. “Meet me for happy hour in the green room! Everyone gets a drink on me!”
Everyone bursts into cheers, the weather duo even celebrating with a kiss. Everyone rushes around him, keeping pace with his long stride as they all head over to Ramb's.
Ramb gives him a wry smile as the crowd piles into the room. “A round for everybody, is it, Tenna, luv?”
“Yes, of the finest!” Tenna says brightly. Then leans in close and whispers, “The finest twenty-point glasses around.”
“Cheers to that,” Ramb says, and then bustles behind their counter, fixing up glass after glass for the smiling folks lined up. “Take care to watch yourself, luv. I have a feeling this lot might be ready for a bit more fun than you expect.”
Tenna tilts his head, opens his mouth to ask Ramb what he means, but then he feels a tap on his thigh.
“Oh?”
Elnina and Lanino are beside him, both smiling with different levels of shyness. “Just wanted to thank you, sir,” Elnina says. “Have you been doing okay?”
Something in his chest goes a little warm. He could always count on his seconds-in-command. “Ah, you two are so sweet! I've been…” Ramb slides him his glass, and he nods gratefully before taking a gulp. “It's been a little tough lately. But nothing all of us can't work through!”
They look at each other, nodding sympathetically. Lanino gives him a friendly pat on the hand, and they all make their way over to the couch.
It's crowded with Pippinses and Shadowguys, but they quickly clear enough space for Tenna and the weather duo.
“How was your, uh, sixth honeymoon, was it?” Tenna asks.
“Seventh!” Elnina says brightly. She looks at Lanino with dreamy eyes. “One for every day of the weather forecast.”
He's lost in her gaze right away. “We also called it our rainymoon, isn't that right, my dewdrop?” he says smoothly. “Better fitting for us.”
Elnina blushes and waves her hand. “Ah, but it was so romantic! You probably don't want to hear about it.”
Tenna takes another sip of his drink, grateful for the excuse. “Wouldn't want to, uh, sour the memories by saying them aloud!”
“Oh, okay, one quick story, Lanino actually said the funniest thing…”
They continue recounting their sweet memories aloud anyway. Tenna is happy for them, of course, but he still shifts uncomfortably as he listens. He feels a bit… unnecessary, with the two of them. It's a bit lonely to be next to people who are so perfect for each other. They are truly the power couple of television.
At some point, Ramb silently slips him another glass, and he gratefully gulps it down.
That helps a lot when it kicks in. Rather than feeling like a sore thumb, Tenna leans in and dramatically gasps at the right moments during Lanino's story about… something or other. But the two of them smile and laugh, patting him on the shoulder and thigh, and he grins, feeling a satisfied warmth wash over him.
“Oh, Tenna,” Lanino laughs, smiling and wiping at a fiery tear and patting him on the arm. “Well, we don't want to keep you all night. We'll just be—oh my stars.”
Tenna and Elnina both turn around to see what had startled him. A pair of Shadowguys on the other couch are tangled together, a cartoonish dust cloud around them as they fight, angry saxophones riffing.
“I'll take care of this,” Tenna says, standing. He stomps over to them, pointing a finger angrily at the dust cloud. “Now, listen up, you two, I…”
He trails off, his internal components heating.
The two are suddenly very much not fighting anymore. The notes coming from them are of a much more salacious variety. The dust starts to clear up, and Tenna flushes and covers his screen dramatically.
“You two better get decent, or get out! This isn't the time to… to, uh, do all that.”
The two look at him with chagrined expressions. They sit back upright, shrugging back on their shaded jackets and hats. Tenna can feel his screen heating up with a blush, and tries to keep his composure.
“Ah, boss, they're just letting off a little steam,” a Pippins beside him says. “These poor cats have been working so hard. They deserve a break.” The Pippins looks at him, one eye closed slyly. “So do you, boss.”
Tenna straightens, clearing his throat. He tries to think of something to say, but there are suddenly too many eyes on him. He just turns and heads back to the bar counter.
“Can you believe these guys, Ramb?” he asks. “I mean, the audacity.”
Ramb looks at him over the rim of the glass he's cleaning. “Another whiskey, is it?” he asks.
“You're an angel,” Tenna gushes.
Ramb snorts, then pours his glass. Tenna motions for a second cup, but then as soon as it's poured, slides it into Ramb's surprised hand. He smiles, then raises his glass. Ramb rolls his eyes (?) good-naturedly and then they toast.
Tenna drains the glass quickly, letting the warmth loosen his limbs further. “You're a peach, Ramb.” He leans in close. “Do you think everybody is having a good time?”
“Quit worrying and you just go enjoy it,” he says. “Now you watch yourself, luv.”
He saunters back over to the couches. He sees Elnina sitting on Lanino's lap now, the two of them talking with a cluster of Shadowguys and Pippinses, leaning in close to hear. Shuttah has joined them, making Zappers and Shadowguys pose reenactments of Lanino's story.
Tenna looks back toward the other couch. The same two Shadowguys from earlier catch his attention, waving. He tilts his head, but goes over to them, curious, and sits on the couch beside them.
They hold out one of the video game controllers to him as an apology, and play a few hopeful notes.
“Oh! Aw, alright you two. Who else wants to play?”
A few other folks smile and pile in, the couch quickly getting cramped. Tenna ends up squashed right up next to the two Shadowguys, and a Zapper on his right.
They boot up the cute little racing game, but Tenna involuntarily thinks about how the two of them had looked all tangled in each other's arms. He quickly crashes his car, immediately earning him last place.
“These, uh, buttons are too small for me,” he says with an awkward laugh.
He feels something tug at his pants leg. He looks down to see two Pippinses, snorting with laughter behind their hands, both climbing up him and sitting on his shoes.
“H-hey! Careful of the merchandise,” he says, finding it a little hard to get the words out for some reason.
He doesn't technically need to breathe as a Darkner, but since he's modeled after what Lightners expect, the gestures come naturally to him anyway. Same with enjoying the fuzzy sensation of being a little tipsy now, it just happens for him.
So him having a bit of trouble catching his breath at the contact of so many of his employees around him isn't completely surprising, but he does feel a little off-balance. He thinks he's probably blushing.
The Pippinses look up at him, then they both start nuzzling their little dice heads against his legs.
“Wow, you guys, uh, sure are friendly,” he says with a nervous laugh, tugging at his collar.
The two Pippinses look at each other and grin. Tenna isn't sure what's funny, but smiles along with them.
“Do you, uh, have a bet or something?” he guesses. He leans in, stage-whispering. “Who should I put my money on?”
“Don't pay attention to dem, boss,” the Zapper beside him interjects. “They just wanna cause trouble.”
The Shadowguy beside him turns to him, letting out a soft trill in agreement.
Tenna feels a little dizzy with so much attention on him so suddenly. He squirms, but accidentally brushes up against the Shadowguy. He's… soft?
He tries to lean back to give himself a bit of space to clear his head. He passes his controller to another Pippins, then spreads his arms out on the back of the couch.
This works for a minute, but then the Shadowguy beside him simply scoots in even closer.
It's casual enough that Tenna doesn't think he meant anything by it, but now there's nowhere for Tenna to go without bumping him.
The Zapper on his other side blatantly leans in. “Aw, boss, thanks. Youse sure know how to make a couch extra comfy.”
One of the Pippinses on his legs actually climbs up his knee and then sits on his thigh with a triumphant grin back down to the other still clinging to his shin.
“Ten points, buddy,” they say with a grin.
Tenna swallows. They bet on climbing on him?
When he feels the soft brush of the Shadowguy's cat ears tickling his chest, he realizes how much his breathing has sped up.
“Golly, what, uh, what do you guys think of this game, huh? You all really seem to… to like it,” he tries lamely.
“S'okay,” the Zapper says. “It's nice to play with you, boss.”
“In more ways than one,” the other Pippins chimes in, hauling himself up onto Tenna's other thigh. He hands over ten points to the first, sticking his tongue out.
Tenna blushes, feeling his antennas curl up shyly despite himself. He tries to laugh.
“Lanino, Elnina, hah, are you two hearing these guys?” he asks, glancing over to the weather duo at the other couch for reassurance.
But Elnina and Lanino are preoccupied. They're kissing—which isn't really too surprising—but they're joined by other people around them kissing. He grows hot under his collar as he watches Pippinses get handsy with each other. Shuttah laughs and takes pictures of a Shadowguy kissing a Zapper. Tenna didn't even know they could kiss.
“Well, sure boss, we know how,” the Zapper next to him says, and he blushes further realizing he said that last part out loud. “Youse know how Lightners are. They'll kiss anything if they're lonely enough. It's natural.”
“Y-you've got that right,” Tenna says, sounding choked.
He looks back over at his Shadowguys, and he sees that the one further away has started kissing the closer Shadowguy’s neck. Rather than turn away from Tenna, he snuggles in more, letting out a needy sax arpeggio.
Tenna can't help but squirm his hips slightly, feeling heat pooling low in his core.
The Pippinses on his thighs are watching him. He jolts. He'd almost forgotten they were there.
“Anybody, uh, gonna keep racing?” he asks nervously.
“I think we're bored of that game,” the right Pippins says, then crawls up further onto his lap, making something needy shiver along the wires of his spine.
Tenna tenses up, but can't find it in himself to shoo them away. They seem to catch on to this, the other moving up, and a third Pippins clambering over the couch cushions to join them.
The Zapper beside him makes a soft cooing noise. “Ain't that sweet? You hardly ever see them being this nice. They must really want to help you out, boss.”
“Help me with what?” he blurts.
The two Shadowguys both lean in closer. The furthest one tips his hat, and articulates a suggestive couple of notes.
Tenna hardly has time to process before the closest Shadowguy with cat ears gives him a kiss.
It's quick, just a little peck. He pulls back shyly with a questioning sax sound.
Tenna swallows. He was so soft, and Tenna feels a deep ache in his joints for more. “I… see. I guess… that's fine. Just don't get too carried—hah—”
Before he can finish his thought, the Pippinses are touching him. They're pawing at his clothes, unbuttoning his tailcoat.
He gasps, mind reeling at the sudden escalation. The drinks are catching up with him, making his body loose and needy.
When the Shadowguy kisses him, he kisses back, the both of them letting out happy little noises. He puts his hands on those soft cat ears, feeling the Shadowguy tremble under his touch.
“Now youse all be polite, there's plenty o’ the boss to go around,” he hears the Zapper instructing the Pippinses.
“Bet you twenty points he's got a huge cock,” one says.
“No way. A cunt for sure. Make it forty.”
Heat flares so sharp in his core at this that he's worried a wire came loose. He groans, and the Shadowguy takes it as permission to lick his tongue into his mouth.
He feels cool, soft hands join in amongst the enthusiastic Pippinses, the further Shadowguy coming over to the front of the couch on his knees, touching Tenna's thighs.
Tenna's other hand drifts down, gently knocking aside the hat. This one has soft bunny ears.
“C-cute,” he mumbles, before getting lost in the kiss again.
His jacket is taken off, the sturdy hands of the Zapper taking it from him and setting it aside.
The Pippinses are still arguing about what body parts he does or doesn't have. He can't… he can't really let them see him naked, can he?
He's dizzy with want, hips rocking involuntarily as his body pulses with arousal. They're all so focused on him, so needy with their touches, and all he wants is to make them happy. Give them a good show.
He hears more pleasured sounds from the other couch. He recognizes Lanino's vibrant voice stretched up into a gasping moan.
His body thrums with need.
What's the harm?
The Shadowguy between his legs slowly works to get his pants unbuckled. He works the fabric down, Tenna shifting his hips side to side to help.
He huffs out a needy puff of air as his pussy is exposed. Static blurs his vision, electricity sparkling along his hands. He digs them into the couch so he doesn't shock anyone.
“I knew it! A cunt! Pay up.”
“I… can have either,” he gasps out. The Shadowguy he's been kissing nips at his neck, hands trailing up to his sensitive antennas and curling them around his fingers. “Right now, it's that, but—haah—sometimes I change it. A good performer is ready for any role.”
He tries to give them his award-winning smile, but the steam leaking out of his vents probably ruins the look.
“Either? So, what, a tie?”
“A tie seems fair,” the Zapper says sagely.
“Bet I can make him come first,” the Pippins says.
“Fifty points,” the other bets.
Their little hands paw at him, but the Shadowguy between his legs interjects with a busy little number. And then his tongue is lapping at Tenna's cunt.
“Ahh! Haah…” Tenna gasps out. He writhes under the blinding pleasure, but the Zapper and Shadowguy on either side of him hold him steady.
“Boss, you gotta turn dat volume down some,” the Zapper chastises, though nicely. “We only just started. You're gonna hurts your speakers.” One of Zapper's big hands gently pats at his head.
“No, no, turn it up, I wanna hear him,” a Pippins pipes up.
The Shadowguy licking him lets out a satisfied long note, his hands drifting up to Tenna's sides.
He shudders, trying to keep his hips from rocking up into the Shadowguy's mouth. He presses one of his hands over his mouth, trying to stifle his sounds. “You all are—nghh—too kind,” he manages.
“Anything for you, big guy,” the Zapper says sweetly.
“Ngh, he's actually really hot,” one of the Pippinses says.
Tenna feels them dry humping his thigh, letting out hungry little sounds. He brings one of his hands down, grazing a finger invitingly to the dry humping Pippins.
“Hng, good idea, sir,” they say, then ruck their hips up against Tenna's finger.
Soon the other Pippinses are trying to find different unique spots to hump. One presses themself between where the Shadowguy is eating him out, adding their pussy to the mix.
The Shadowguy hums a slightly frustrated tune, but easily adjusts so his tongue is swirling up around Tenna's clit and grazing the Pippins too.
“Hhh, that's good stuff,” the Pippins moans. “What a good bunny.”
The Shadowguy melts at that, clutching desperately at Tenna's sides.
“Hm?” Tenna hums, trying to focus. “You like being a good little bunny?”
The Shadowguy moans out a high, airy noise, then licks him with a heady desperation.
“They like that,” the Zapper says. “Youse a good kitty, too.”
The cat Shadowguy actually makes a sound like a purr, doubling down on kissing Tenna's neck and chest, pushing his shirt away.
Hands—he can't even keep track of who's anymore—find the dials at his front and he cries out.
“Gently—” he begs. “I—ahhh!”
He collapses back as his pleasure spikes, fully in the arms of the Zapper. Pippinses are tweaking his dials, his volume getting louder as they turn him up even more.
“That's it, boss, why don't youse just let it out? We gotcha.”
“Y-you said, you like kissing?” he forces out to the Zapper, turning to look at him.
The Zapper actually blushes cutely. “Ah, well, dats nice, yeah?”
Tenna kisses him, and revels in the way the Zapper jolts slightly, his big hands squeezing Tenna's shoulders. It's a bit of a one-sided kiss, Tenna sloppily licking the smooth face of the Zapper, but he seems to enjoy it, and that's enough for Tenna.
“Oh, oh, me next, use your tongue on me, boss!” a Pippins begs, then hauls himself up Tenna's chest.
Tenna laughs, then picks up the Pippins easily in his hand, bringing them up to his mouth. He licks at his front, doing his best to be mindful of keeping his teeth safely out of the way.
The Pippins lets out a sound that's part laugh and a moan, going completely limp in his grip. Their dick is hard under his tongue, and he focuses his attention there, making them shake and shiver in his hand.
He teases the Pippins by taking turns with his tongue on the Zapper and then back to the Pippins. They both start letting out needy little huffs.
“Could, uh, someone push my buttons?” the Zapper asks, volume a little all over the place.
Tenna's hands are full of Pippinses and soft Shadowguy ears, but luckily, another Shadowguy and Pippins helps, their hands eagerly feeling up the Zapper's torso.
Tenna isn't much help to anyone anymore, as he's rapidly reaching his peak. He has to slump down into the couch, setting the Pippins down so that way he doesn't accidentally claw them.
“Oh! I'm—I—” he gasps out. He accidentally tugs a bit hard on the Shadowguy's bunny ears, but that only makes him lap at Tenna's pussy with more intensity.
He finishes, embarrassingly loud, coming undone under countless hands on his body. He feels a gush of fluid leaking out of his cunt, the Shadowguy and a Pippins eagerly drinking it up.
“Wow, good job, boss,” the Zapper praises.
Steam curls around him, and his vision is blurry with static. He thinks his display might lose signal a few times, flickering with bright colorful stripes.
“Don't break him, I still want a turn!”
“Get in line, buddy!”
Before he can hardly catch his breath, a Pippins is pushing their cock into him. He can't help but laugh, it's a bit too small to really do much for him. But he doesn't stop him, opening his legs wide and letting the little guy hump and rut into him.
He turns back to the Shadowguy who diligently got him off. “Come here, bunny,” he says, patting his thigh.
The Shadowguy nods, blushing furiously, then sits on his lap, back sagging softly against him. Tenna brings his fingers to the Shadowguy's dripping pussy, easily slipping one finger inside despite their size difference.
“Whoa Mama, you got that wet just from using your mouth on me?” Tenna asks, unable to keep the wide grin from his expression. The bunny-eared Shadowguy shudders and mumbles a shy, needy sound. The other Shadowguy beside him lets out a little whimper.
“I didn't forget you either, kitty, come on now,” Tenna breathes. They both take a spot on his lap, and he rewards their good behavior with his fingers inside both of them. “A good showman is skilled with both hands, you know,” he says, a bit smug.
The Zapper next to him is coming undone, letting out a really lovely stream of moans, Pippinses and Shadowguys high-fiving at getting him off. He dimly hears what must be Lanino and Elnina climaxing together across the room, to excited cheers from the folks gathered around them.
The little Pippins that had been thrusting into him finally finishes, spilling a cute puddle of come into him. “Nice job,” he says. The Pippins smiles weakly, raising up a shaky thumbs-up. “Who's next?”
Two Pippins force their way forward, neatly stacking together between the Shadowguys, and each push into him at the same time. This makes his pulse tick up, breath catching in his chest, and he groans. “I guess I can take two…”
The Shadowguys are kissing one another as he fingers them both, their shadowy juices ruining his pearly white gloves.
His mouth waters, suddenly desperate to do something with his tongue. He mouths at the Zapper beside him again, who has all but melted against him.
“Aw, boss, I'm all good. Here, help dis little guys,” the Zapper says fondly.
The Zapper helpfully holds up another needy Pippins up to his screen, and he eagerly licks this one's cunt, making them cry out and shiver with pleasure.
“Tenna, do you have a minute?”
He dizzily turns from the Pippins—them letting out a faint whine in protest—to see Elnina and Lanino smiling at him. They're both dressed, though disheveled, Elnina's cloudy hair tossed up into a tall cumulonimbus. He gives them a wobbly smile in return.
“Hey, you two, hope you're enjoying yourselves,” he says. The Shadowguys in his lap are almost distractingly loud, coming on his fingers and making out with bright sax moans.
“Yeah, we had a blast,” Lanino says with a grin. “Just wanted to check in on you before we turn in.”
The Shadowguys both slump against him, utterly spent. The Pippinses pumping into him both finish as well, making him huff out a breathy gasp.
“Doing peachy,” he says honestly. “Have a good night, you two. Get home safe.”
They each give him a kiss on either side of his screen, making him blush and bloom with a flower.
“Please, boss…” the Pippins he'd been eating out pants desperately. He's quickly lost in using his tongue on them again, making them finish in just a few more seconds.
The Shadowguys seem insatiable, already perking back up and kissing again.
Another set of Pippinses get situated at his messy cunt again, and there is indeed a line, bets being called on which will be able to make him come again.
The cat-eared Shadowguy stands on the couch cushions, bringing his dripping pussy to Tenna's mouth. Tenna greedily licks into him, happy for a real test for his tongue.
He feels a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turns to look behind the couch to see Ramb beside him. The Shadowguy above him ruts against his screen, begging with airy notes.
“Doing alright, luv?”
Tenna gasps out a laugh as the Pippinses push their cocks into him. “J-just fine, Ramb.” A moan slips from him. “Could you, ah, actually get me a cup of coffee? I think I'm gonna be here a while.”