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Only a glimpse of what's to come ( literally ) 

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[Thump- Thump- Thump]

The sound of stomping footsteps echo throughout the hallway, each thump followed by a seething murmur. Shrimpo was extremely irritated and the way he made his way to his room clearly displayed that. With his hands balled into tight fists, Shrimpo stopped right in front of his door. Using his thick head Shrimpo proceeded to slam the door open by headbutting the poor door. The drag and stomping of feet eventually carried the shrimp over to his bed where he then dove face first into the soft comforter.

Let's just say it was a challenging previous run that left Shrimpo tired and infuriated- more angry than usual. Shrimpo aggressively grabbed his orange pillow and proceeded to stuff his face into the soft object, yelling at the top of his lungs. The shrimp’s face was flushed red and his mouth was left agape as his lungs tried to recover the oxygen knocked out of it. Still with his ever angry face, Shrimpo flipped himself over allowing his tense back to melt against the cool comforter.

WHAT HAD GOTTEN SHRIMPO SO WORKED UP?

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“I hate machines! ” Shrimpo had just finished the 3rd of 5 machines. The pace of this floor was very slow as only 3 of the 8 toons who descended were still alive. Of course the rest of their squad fallen to a twisted Toodles and scraps the last floor as they tried to finish extracting as fast as they could- at least Boxten and Flutter tried to. Shrimpo was very stubborn and wouldn't allow anyone to take over the extraction, subsequently delaying the completion. Which led to the massacre with casualties such as; Vee, Razzle n Dazzle, Tisha, Pebble, and last but not least rodger. 

You know Shrimpo likes to think that every person that falls before him is weak, maybe even pathetic if he's feeling pretentious enough. Today however he didn't feel his usual prideful self, instead he felt the pricking of judgment and anger as he stomped into the elevator. Flutter and Boxten glared for a good minute at Shrimpo as if to say ‘way to go hard head’. It was dead silent as the elevator made its way down and the air was thick with tension. So much tension that as Dandy's little shop popped up his usual smile dropped into an expression of worry ( only exaggerating more as the silent toons decided to not buy anything). 

As the elevator door shuddered open all the toons spilled out with Boxten heading to the left, Shrimpo to the middle, and lastly Flutter dashing straight to the right. Shrimpo in his usual fashion stomped his way around the map until he found a machine to smash his thick skull into. 

*Bang*

      *Clunk*

* Bang* 

Over and over again till the machine's light flashed green. Shrimpo let out a lengthy irritated sigh from his lips as he held the wheel, truly this would be one of his more exhausting runs. 

*insert elevator shutter sound* 

Or maybe not. Shrimpo began sprinting back to the elevator, which was easy considering the machine he was working on was in a clear line from the elevator. As the shrimp ran he felt something burn into his back and honestly he would've ignored it if his legs kept running, but his legs began feeling heavier. 

‘Shit!’ Shrimpo mentally cursed,feeling his heart drop and stamina diminish. The shrimp’s fists got tighter and tighter as he tried to move as fast as he could. This could very well be the end for him, especially with how he did on the last floor. There was no telling if the other toons would care enough to even consider rescuing him this time. With his slowness he felt the unknown twisted get closer and closer eventually he felt the harsh slash of their weapon on his back. Shrimpo gritted his teeth and squinted his eyes trying to push past the burning sting of his injury. 

The feeling of dread washing over his body as the reality of his situation fully dawned upon him. Still not having enough stamina to escape, Shrimpo silently pleaded that he'd be able to make it to the elevator with at least 1 heart. He once again heard the sound of the twisted's footsteps catch up to his own and he mentally accepted the second blow. However it never came.

*slash* 

Shrimpo was extremely confused, there weren't any other toons with the route he was taking. Rapidly turning his head around trying to figure out which idiot let themself get hit. That's when he saw a purple box sprinting past him.

“ SHRIMPO GET IN THE ELEVATOR!” Boxten, who just took a hit for the rude shrimp, who was bleeding fresh ichor from his arm, who now stood at the edge of the elevator. Shrimpo was stunned that the meek music box would take a hit from a twisted just to save him. So stunned in-fact that he completely forgot to move and subsequently got his ass hit again before sprinting straight into the elevator. The shudder of the elevator falling echoed in the elevator for a few seconds before Boxten spoke. 

“Are you alright Shrimpo?” It was barely audible, almost like the question was just a slip of the tongue. When the question was met with silence, the purple box turned to face the fluttering butterfly with concern. Boxten took a few steps towards Shrimpo with his hand outstretched. However the action wasn't appreciated, Shrimpo quickly slapped away the outstretched arm. 

“DON'T TOUCH ME IDIOT!” Shrimpo's face flushed with embarrassment and frustration. No way someone as amazing as him had to be saved by someone as lame and cowardly as Boxten. Slowly Boxten walked back next to Flutter and let out a lengthy exhale. 

[ time skip] 

‘FUCK SHIT RAHHH-’ Shrimpo ran in the overwhelming darkness trying to lose the twisteds once more. His heart beated faster against his chest knowing their reduced team was once again shrunk. The crunch sound resonated within his head and made the shrimp nauseous. Shrimpo concluded that the twisted chasing him gave up, however that did nothing to quell his need to run. Shrimpo kept running until:

“Oof-”

“Ak-” 

He bumped into someone. Boxten was still alive and was currently in Shrimpo's arms for balance. If there was a level above embarrassed then Shrimpo was right there. Here the 2 toons were, holding each other tightly trying not to fall over to which both toons stayed stable. Awkwardly Boxten let go first and just stayed still, seemingly too confused by the interaction to speak. Shrimp’s mouth opened as if to yell; however a purple hand quickly found itself over his mouth. 

“Not now, you can yell at me later but for now let's just finish this floor…” Boxten held his breath as if he was anticipating a scream, but it never came. Shrimpo stood there, frozen as if surprised, with no sounds leaving his throat. The usually hot-headed shrimp was no longer fuming which for the toon's circumstances was a major burden lifted. Shrimpo stayed still, not really sure as to what he should do in the moment. 

Boxten quickly took the shrimp’s hand into his own. “Come on, let's go find the rest of the machines.” both toons quietly traveled across the floor, the music box eye's darting and examining each shadow for violent twisteds. Shrimpo however just stared blankly at Boxten's turning key. ‘Who did he think he was to act so- so- so proactively? ‘ and why did Shrimpo feel like his heart was about to explode?

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Shrimpo stared at the ceiling trying to find an answer to his frustrating thoughts. 

“I hate how stupid my team was… I hate how he made me feel… I hate him!” Shrimpo mumbled, letting the unfiltered words flowed out his mouth.His thoughts were filled to the brim with how this most recent run could've turned out differently, with one exaggerated fantasy lingering. Seeing Boxten take more initiative made Shrimpo feel all sorts of things, especially when he made it a personal objective to keep him on track. That glare whenever he'd complain and that softness in his eyes when he got to the elevator, it was almost enough to make Shrimpo melt. 

If Shrimpo had it his way he'd get words of praise from the music box for every little thing he did. Maybe another awkward smile for finally completing a machine, or the sigh of relief exiting the box's lungs from seeing him still alive. Maybe Boxten would finally recognize just how amazing he was. Would it be too much to ask to be put on a pedestal and worshiped accordingly? 

Shrimpo feels something stir in his abdomen, and quickly his fantasy get more perverse than before. Images of Boxten sweating and breathing heavily enter his mind along with the music box's moans of pain. Oh how Shrimpo wish it was all his. The heat coming off Shrimpo's stomach was too much and with swiftness Shrimpo kicked off his lower garments. There stood his tapered tendril, aching to be inside a specific box. Shrimpo gripped his length tightly and began stroking it with vigor. Shrimpo really wanted to bend Boxten over and hear the sweet symphonies of his moans. He wonders if Boxten would completely submit himself to the best or would it be a challenge to top him? 

All these possibilities just made Shrimpo's tendril pulse and pre-cum leak out the tapered head. Shrimpo wouldn't outright admit this but if Boxten insisted he wouldn't mind being completely submissive to his whims. A groan exited Shrimpo's mouth, and he suddenly stopped. 

‘No one heard that right?...’ To ensure no unwanted noises were heard by others, Shrimpo bit down on his shirt collar. Only now could the sound of his heavy breathing be heard as he continued to masterbate to the thought of a toon he despised. Where was he? Oh yeah- Shrimpo had one specific fantasy of pulling the shy box into a rough and passionate kiss and watch as Boxten whines and beg for more as his hands trailed down to his trembling legs. Thinking about those quivering lips wrapping around his own enticing him to fuck the disobedience out of him. It's so erotic that Shrimpo's hand began stroking him faster and the coil of arousal nearly snapped. So close to release that he shut his eyes and wished he was deep inside Boxten's guts, as if he was claiming him as his own. Shrimpo's back arched and his right hand gripped the sheets- 

“Hey Shrimpo are you alright? -” 

Shrimpo's eyes shot open with fear, Standing at his door was the very toon he hoped wouldn't see him in this act. Shrimpo's heart began racing fast as if it wanted to escape his chest. He was frozen still, giving Boxten a clear display of what he was doing. 

After a few tense moments, Boxten closed the door behind him and walked up the bed with a purpose unknown to Shrimpo. It took Boxten propping up his knee against the shrimp’s bed for him to move. Quickly Shrimpo pulled his shirt down in an attempt to hide his shame. 

“EVER HEARD OF KNOCKING B-BOX HEAD!?” Shrimpo's voice trembled slightly but mostly stayed true to his usual bullying pattern. His face however showed true fear and embrasement 

“...” Boxten stared at the panicking shrimp, and a soft smirk crossed the Box's lips. Softly the music box tilted Shrimpo's head up and quickly dove in for a juicy kiss. The kiss melted into one of pure hunger after the initial shock wore off, both mouths greedily took in the taste of the other. Only when the two toons felt their breath deplete did they pull away with an audible pop. 

“You wouldn't mind if I “helped’ you right?” Boxten looked down at the aroused shrimp, his eyes scanning him all over as if trying to find every weak point on his body. Within the blink of an eye Shrimpo swiftly pushed Boxten under him, making sure to nestle his raging hard on against the other toon's groin. Soon Shrimpo noticed the temperature of his room seemed to drop- or at least both their bodies got warmer. Either way his tip was eager to be engulfed in Boxten's delicious body warmth. Shrimpo aggressively gripped Boxten's tighs and harshly thrusted his tendril against his clothed groin, trying to rile a reaction out of the shy box. However Shrimpo felt something he didn't expect.

‘He's not gonna leave my room for a long time’ Instead of feeling an expected bulge, Shrimpo felt a noticeable vulva pressing against his shaft. Boxten was visibly nervous, his hands lightly trembling as if waiting for a harsh rejection. Truly he looked like he was about to take off running, but Shrimpo wasn't done messing with him just yet. Shrimpo's hand trailed from Boxten's thigh to his pussy, rubbing up and down the slit's indent and circling around his clit. Soon the fabric separating them became soaked with arousal as Boxten's breathing became more labored. Quickly the purple box sat up and grabbed Shrimpo's wrist, his chest heaving and eyes glossed as if he was on cloud nine.

“Shrimpo *huff- huff* I want you inside of me~” With those words it was like all the ichor in Shrimpo's body was sent straight to his aching dick. A mischievous expression washed over the shrimp's face.

“You're gonna have to beg Box head” Shrimpo cringed a bit hearing himself but hey it's worth a shot since the opportunity presented itself. Boxten stayed silent for a moment and then rolled himself off the bed, Shrimpo's heart nearly jumped out his chest fearing he'd taken it too far. Instead of leaving Boxten faced the bed and began stripping all his clothes taking off his bandana last. If there was a moment you could hear two hearts drumming loudly then it'd be this very moments. Both toons just stared at each other, neither breaking eye contact even when Boxten once again brought one knee on Shrimpo's bed. Not even when Boxten began crawling into Shrimpo's lap; not even when his lips parted to let out some faint words. 

“Please Shrimpo I need you…” that was all Shrimpo needed to harshly throw the taller toon on his back and line their hips up. Since Boxten decided to entice the shrimp like that it would only be fair for Shrimpo to be as rough as he wanted right? With little preparation Shrimpo thrusted harshly into Boxten making sure to completely bottom out within him. The poor music box could only whine and roll his eyes back as he felt his insides burn from the sudden stretch. Luckily for Boxten Shrimpo was at least merciful enough to give him a moment to adjust to his length, even lightly rubbing circles into Boxten's thigh as if he was comforting him. But that moment was only brief as Shrimpo began to quickly thrust in and out of him, almost like he was trying to break Boxten from the inside out. 

“ I'm the best you'll ever have Boxten so enjoy it while it lasts~” Shrimpo aggressively asserted, blissfully hoping the box would agree.

“ Shrimpo!~” Boxten's eyes were rolled up to the ceiling and he was seeing stars. The mix of hearing his wet pussy being destroyed and the sight of Shrimpo looking at him with an intense hunger and excitement made his stomach knot up. He just needed a lil more stimulus to truly send him over the edge. Boxten's hand reached towards his neglected clit but was swiftly knocked away by a very determined shrimp. 

“I'll do it just keep singing for me~” Shrimpo's thumb pressed against the now aching clit, and firmly but slowly began rubbing it. Boxten couldn't help but moan and whine for him, and the more he sang the harder Shrimpo's thrusts became. It went on like that for at least another fifteen minutes, with both toons admiring how the other reacted to the erotic display. Moans and whines for more coming from Boxten's lips: and Shrimpo biting his lip savoring every last one he heard. The sound of wet skin slapping against each other and the heat of each other's body only intensified their lust. 

“Shrimpo I think I'm close ahh~” Boxten's legs lightly quivered as he spoke signaling he was about to cum. Shrimpo felt he was on edge too, so with one final powerful thrust he buried his hips into the music box's and creampied his pussy. That was all it took for Boxten to let out a final whine and let his legs spasm as he orgasimed. With what little strength he had Shrimpo pulled out of Boxten's used pussy, leading to a thick glob of his cum to drip onto his sheets. Shrimpo sat back and looked back at his work, a splayed out Boxten completely destroyed by his dick. He's really the best at this isn't he. It didn't take too long for Boxten to sit up and see the absolute mess between his legs, he really must of had some post-nut clarity glow with the way Shrimpo stared at him. The soft relaxed facial expression Shrimpo had was something that would be burned into his head for a while. 

“That was fun…” 

“Yeah-” 

“Well I should get going now. Thanks for ‘this’ Shrimpo-” 

“Wait don't go!” 

“Huh?” Boxten felt Shrimpo hug him from behind pulling him back into the bed. Shrimpo just gave Boxten an angry flustered look. 

“I would hate for the others to see you come out of my room and get the wrong idea. SOSTAY!” The words came out more and more embarrassed than the last with the last sentence being blurted out so fast Boxten barely missed it. luckily for Shrimpo Boxten happily obliged and after swiftly cleaning themselves and the bed up they both began preparing to turn in for the night. Shrimpo also insisted on keeping Boxten in the bed with him as‘ the room was cold so it would better to stay warm together under his superior blanket’. Boxten turned his body to face Shrimpo and lightly planted a kiss on his cheek before cuddling him to sleep. If only he could see how flushed the shrimp’s face was, he'd probably kiss him twice just to see him express something other than anger. 

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Bonus scene: 

“Shrimpo you didn't have to cook me breakfast! Much less bring it to me.” 

“JUST EAT THE FOOD ALREADY BOX BRAIN!” 

“... thank you Shrimpo” *insert Boxten trying to get out of bed to kiss Shrimpo but instead falling face first into the floor*

“THIS IS WHY I HATE YOU DUMBASS! DON'T LEAVE THIS BED TILL YOU CAN WALK PROPERLY!” *Shrimpo helping Boxten back up* 

“You do care about me huh…” 

“I'm not answering that…” 

“... I care about you” *Boxten kisses Shrimpo's cheek and Shrimpo's face flushes bright red.*