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The second Kris offered to give him a TV he felt a rush of excitement form in his Soul and travel through his entire ghostly form.

A source of entertainment? And from his one and only fan? He couldn't be any more delighted if he tried to.

An old thing Susie had said… But it looks so wonderful…

Mettaton didn't expect it to be this… Big. He should have, maybe. He is not the biggest thing after all, he's even on the smaller side for a ghost like him. But it's just… so huge.

Susie had carried it so easily, with not even a drop of sweat dripping from across her forehead. She's very strong, that girl. Maybe she could teach him a thing about.. About… He's not sure. He has seen her through the circular window of his house multiple times. Watched her walking aimlessly around the neighborhood. Always alone. She seemed very happy next to Kris, his wonderful fan. He's a little jealous, not that he would ever admit that out loud. Even less to them.

Once they close the door and say their goodbyes he immediately flies near it and presses his cheek to it, the part of him simulating hair sticking to it in an awkward angle. He doesn't…. Feel any electricity coming from it. Weird, did they not plug it in?

He flies to the mess of jumbled up cables they left behind in the corner of his room, tsking when he sees that Kris and Susie didn't even bother to tidy them up a little before giving it to him “Oh you poor thing, look at this mess…”

Mettaton fumbles with the different colorful cables, a little more clumsily than he would like to admit, his small ghost hands not doing him any favour. Ugh he hates it, how small his body is and how difficult it is to do some basic things with his awkwardly placed limbs. If
only he had a bigger one, taller, with more movement, more flexible. He can only dream.

“And… there! Oh Tenna, darling, your ports are all dirty. Did those kids even take care of you?” He says in a disappointed tone, his little hands coming up to dab the dust from its ports away. Some of it sticks to his hands and he flaps them in the air, sending the dust flying everywhere. Whatever, he will take care of that later.

Satisfied, Mettaton gets back to his task, sticking colourful cables into their corresponding same colour plugs. Over and over, until they are all neatly placed into their rightful place. He beams at his work “Tenna! I made you look so gorgeous! Oh, we are going to look so good together” He pauses, a little taken back by his own words “In the way that- Well, you see- Whatever, you can't even understand me anyway…”

He flies away from Tenna and towards the electric switch. For a moment, he hesitates for a reason he can't really comprehend, before switching it on without a second thought.

When he turns around Tenna's screen immediately turns blue, switching to black and then white not even a second later. An error message appears on the now lit screen, bouncing around it “No connection? Let me see…”

His cold ghostly body makes slight contact with the screen as he gets closer. It's hot now, hotter than he thought it would be. He can feel the static electricity now, tickling his exterior membrane and sending small electric shocks through his entire ghostly form. Subconsciously, he presses his entire front firmly against it, seaking its warmth.

An eye blinks rapidly in disbelief at the state of its antennas “What did they do to you? You are all messed up” One of his hands comes up to them, carefully wrapping around an antenna. It's bent horribly out of place, there's even a part that looks a little broken, like it will snap right off if he dared to put too much pressure on it.

Carefully he moves it around, bending it here and there experimentally. A brief loud crackling static echoes through the room suddenly. Mettaton pulls back quickly, startled. Did he find a channel? He looks down slowly, Tenna’s screen is reflecting slightly on his translucent body, the error message is still there “Darling, did i hurt you? This won't do”

He goes back to his previous position, with his front pressed against the screen. Somehow its surface feels way hotter than before, the static electricity even stronger. A moan falls from Mettaton’s lips before he even has the time to process it. A hand rushes to cover his mouth and he looks around, scandalised. Right, no one else is home “Oh Tenna… What was that…?”

Shaky hands grip the other antenna, a little less carefully this time. They bend and twist it without a care in the world until a click resonates through the room. It takes him longer than he would like to admit for him to finally peel his body from the screen, too lost in the sensation of electricity travelling through him. When he does, a tingly feeling remains.

Mettaton inspects its boxy frame, his eyes zeroing on the various dials and switches next to the screen. He hums, deep in thought and a little dizzy, and reaches towards them, turning a random dial to the left until a channel finally shows up on the screen.

Musical notes fill the room and Mettaton smiles, bouncing a little to the rhythm of whichever song just started playing as he flies towards the sofa to get more comfortable, he still floats a few centimeters above its plush cushions “How did you know I like music? Oh Tenna you are so perfect… Let's see then, i always love a good show”

The things on the screen… “Humans?” He points out outloud. He has never seen any other human than Kris, maybe he'll ask about it when they come back to visit him. Because they obviously will, they are a fan of his! The biggest! And only… But still the biggest!

His eyes dance through the screen, quickly noticing a theme. The humans are dancing with barely any clothes, groping their bodies as they look seductively to the camera, as if they were trying to pull him in. To invite him to whatever debauched fantasy they are trying to sell.

His body feels even more tingly the longer he watches, the whole screen fiasco from earlier still on his mind. He feels so hot, so warm “Tenna, you cad. What is this… salacious music video?” His eye is glued to the screen, taking every single detail in. Without noticing, he drops a few centimeters, almost touching the couch “Oh my, i think something just awakened within me…”

In his trance he drops even more, until his lower half finally makes direct contact with the cushions. He jolts and squeals, quickly putting space between them, he has to bite off a moan. His lower half is… very sensitive.

He tries to fight it, he really does, but his body ends up drifting lower once again. Before it even brushes the couch again the volume level of the tv suddenly turns up, enough to startle him out of whatever weird trance those music videos had put him in.

Mettaton floats closer to it, fully intending to turn its volume dial down and get back to the couch. It's not his fault that he's still a little dizzy, and flying in a headspace like this makes him go side to side. Definitely not his fault that he trips on thin air and ends up fully pressed against the screen once again.

It's so much warmer now that the screen has had all its little lights turned on for a while, a bit too much, it's even a little painful. But he can't seem to get enough of it. Ignoring the volume dial and feeling a little selfish he presses even closer, cursing his hair for not letting him plaster fully right against it.

“You handsome thing… What are you doing to me…” He sounds like he's somewhere else, so gone already without even really touching where he wants to the most.

He can already feel it, the pulse in his lower half, the dripping that most likely will start soon. It's not his fault that he got like this so quickly. He's not easy! It's just… His tv is seducing him! Yeah! “And who in their right mind would say no to a beautiful object like you?”

A mouth presses into the overheating glass, simulating a kiss. Mettaton swears that he can see the colours turn a little brighter. His tongue slowly comes out of his mouth and he licks a board stripe right over the middle of the screen. Dust, and a little metal. The colours distort for a second “Tenna… Do you…”

Another lick, this time a shock runs through his tongue. He screams in pain but doesn't pull back, refusing to sever the point of contact. Another shock, and another “More…” It's the most painful thing he has ever experienced, his tongue contracting painfully into his mouth, he fights it. Trails of drool start falling from the sides of his mouth, he feels like he's going insane.

After a while Mettaton forces himself to pull away by force, putting his weak little ghost hands on the sides and pushing his face away with all the strength he can muster. He can't really feel his mouth anymore, but it was so worth it.

He stares at the tv, noting that the colours did change and it wasn't just his overstimulated mind making up things “You liked that so much” His hands run up and down its sides, caressing its casing tenderly “My Tenna…”

The sudden sound of dripping makes him a little embarrassed, he would be flushing all over if he could “Look at what you have done to me. So naughty of you”

With a little effort Mettaton manages to turn his body into the air, in a way that angles his lower half directly with the screen “If only you had eyes.. You could see how your little seduction attempts have worked so wonderfully” The volume lowers by itself “It really is as if you can hear me” He says dreamily.

Turning back to his usual floating position leaves him flying a few inches higher than before, making him have to look down to make eye contact with the tv “Handsome thing, when i get my own beautiful and breathtaking robot body of my dreams” He pauses, letting himself fall into the fantasy of it happening soon “I'm going to ask the kind person that made it for me to make you another one of your own*

He flies closer and twirls an antenna with his finger. The channel doesn't change and the error message doesn't appear. Weird “I will ask them to make you big and tall, not handsome. Because you already are, of course”

Mettaton leans down to kiss the very top of the antenna playfully but ends up losing his balance and slipping down. He ends up crashing on top of it, one of the corners digging into his bottom.

A painful whine, but a whine nonetheless “Tenna you pervert. What do you think you are touching?” The hand not busy gripping its antenna for dear life reaches under the saggy row of ghostly membrane covering his bottom, flipping it up slowly to reveal his glistening pink pussy.

The corner is digging into his labia, having missed his clit just from a few millimeters “See, you almost touched me in-” The hold on the antenna weakens and he slips again, this time fully lining the side of its casing with his engorged clit and pressing the corner into his hole.

“Uhmmm this is so-” Mettatons begins pumping his hips into the overwhelming feeling. He has never…. felt like this before. Obviously he has explored everything down there, boredom will make you do some crazy things to yourself. But it's never this good.

It's so humiliating, humping his new tv like a bitch in heat after watching a few music videos. But he loves it. He loves it. He is fucking his tv and it might be the best thing that has ever happened to him. He's so glad he's alone.

He moans as he imagines what it will be able to do to him when they get their shiny new bodies. It holding him down as it fucks his hole like he was made for it, it shoving its hand in his tummy and scratching his Soul, it putting its big fingers in his mouth and making him choke on them.

“Oh my-” His words get cut off by his own loud moans, his mind turning into mush with each desperate push of his hips “Tenna, please, please, fuck me, come on, I know you want to”

Mettaton was nearly there, he could already feel it. The pressure on his lower belly, the fire in his stomach. He thinks he might burst into a million ghost pieces if this keeps up.

He can almost taste it, but it's not there. Frustrated, he tries to change the angle, accidentally hitting one of its screws with his sensitive clit. He thinks he hears something akin to a gunshot, his vision goes white and he slumps forward immediately, crushing an antenna with his body.

“Fuck, Tenna. Did you just shock my clit? What is wrong with- Oh!” He cuts himself as he looks down. There's a sticky pinkish substance everywhere, dripping off its casing and onto the floor “Did I-”

He had squirted all over his new tv. It's horrifying. It's the hottest thing that has ever happened to him “Oh my… You pervert…”

Mettatons hips haven't stopped moving, humping his tv like a man starved “You'll break. You-” His ragged breathing gets worse, there's still little shocks tickling every part of his pussy. He’s so overstimulated he can only feel his lower body, his Soul beats wildly inside of him.

His clit is a painful angry red, silently begging him to stop moving. But he doesn't care. It hurts too good, he needs more, more, more. Every swipe against the now wet surface of the tv feels like something is pinching his clit, pulling on it and digging its nails into it. He can't stop screaming, can't stop moving.

In a particularly hard thrust the angle changes again, it's so painful he puts more of his weight onto the tv in an attempt to not lose his balance as he lets himself fall directly onto it again.

He thinks he might have just died, if he was ever alive to begin with. The corner of the tv breaches his hole, he looks down in awe, his mouth wide open, drool steadily dripping onto the floor, as it stretches painfully wide to try to suck inside as much of the tv as it can. In a moment of delirium he swears he can feel the very corner of it brush the very lowest part of his Soul.

More screaming, either in pain or in ecstasy, he is not sure which. He finds himself hopelessly riding the thrones of pleasure once again, reaching its peak in an insanely powerful way he never thought was even possible.

Once it's over he collapses, free falling and hitting the ground with a soft thud, his squishy body cushioning the fall. He felt numb, but thoroughly satisfied.

“Tenna~~” he whispers into the air, the screen turns a soft pink. It's definitely too soaked, he would be surprised if none of it slipped through the cracks and got inside, destroying its circuits.

“I have a strange feeling…” He stops to even out his breathing ”You and I are going to get along… famously”