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Ramb had been… strange recently. It had been irritating Chip and was only getting worse. Ramb usually kept his distance when Chip visited the bar but now he was happily gravitating towards Chip, leaning over the bar’s counter as Chip insulted him or ranted about their day. Their proximity to Ramb gave them a better view of his tail, wagging along as Chip talked. Despite this, he was even easier to rile up than usual, insults that would have been shrugged off by him being met with grumbles or even growls instead.
Chip came to the conclusion that Ramb was sick.
They didn’t care-- in fact, maybe it was better that he was sick! Then maybe he would die and Chip would get some peace!-- it was just that they wanted things to go back to normal. They didn’t like the way that Ramb’s actions were making them feel, it was frustrating them.
But they wouldn’t interfere, Ramb didn’t deserve that kind of attention, so instead they just watched as things progressed.
Except they couldn’t.
Not when Ramb’s condition only continued to worsen, with the plugboy taking breaks from the station that he usually dutifully stayed at until the end of the day. Not when he seemed to restlessly pace in the area behind the bar and gnawed at his metal claws.
So they did confront Ramb, by shoving a finger in his face and demanding him to tell them what was going on.
Ramb shuffled around, both physically and metaphorically. His stumpy legs rubbed together as he avoided actually giving Chip an answer.
“Well, luv…it’s just something that…happens. Let’s just leave it at that, alright?”
Why couldn’t the stupid bartender just give Chip an answer?! It was getting on their nerves, and that was on top of the feelings that being around Ramb typically caused.
They would give Ramb one last chance.
“Just tell me!”
“I can’t!”
In a second, Chip was pulling Ramb forward by the string of his apron and Ramb was moaning. Wait. Moaning? What was going on?
As Chip stood there dumbfounded, Ramb took the chance to scurry away. Chip could only attempt to chase after him, following him as the plugboy opened and shut doors, making his way through the confusing layout of the studio. Somehow, despite having longer legs than the plugboy, Chip was panting when they finally made it to the final door Ramb passed through-- the door to the backstage game room.
When Chip pushed the doors open and spotted Ramb, they immediately tackled him.
Chip’s claws dug into Ramb’s shoulders as they pinned him to the ground, the two darkners were staring directly at each other. Chip’s knees folded at either side of Ramb’s body, they had the advantage in this situation despite Ramb’s attempts at struggling out of their grip.
Even though they trapped Ramb, it really didnt feel like they had won when Ramb wriggled underneath them, instead it felt like they were the one who was trapped. Especially when Ramb’s quiet noises were echoing in the empty room.
They took a long look at Ramb’s body, sprawled out on the ground. The first thing they noticed was a wet spot on Ramb’s apron, right where their crotch lay underneath. Their scowl grew deeper as they tugged off the garment and found that the pants underneath the apron were equally as soaked.
Ramb resumed his struggle to get free, pitiful expression upon his faceplate. “Just leave it alone, luv, nothing you need to worry about!”
Oh but they did need to worry about it. Chip was never one to stop pressing when things got rough, in fact, they reveled in getting reactions out of people, especially Ramb.
Instead of speaking, Chip pressed against Ramb’s crotch, assessing what exactly was there. They certainly didn’t feel any girth, so he didn’t actually have a dick, but there was something there. They switched from all three of their claws to only one, letting it trace the mound they felt. They were met with their claw sinking into the fabric of Ramb’s pants. Ramb gasped underneath them.
Now Ramb was squirming for a different reason, attempting to rid himself of the fabric separating Chip from his bare flesh. It took a decent amount of effort, with Ramb pawing at his belt until it finally came loose and struggling to both unbutton and unzip his pants, but they finally slipped off and were pulled down to his knees.
Chip did the honors of hooking their claws underneath the waistband of Ramb’s briefs, which were even more soaked than his pants, and pulling. A thread of slick connected Ramb’s opening to his underpants.
Finally, Chip had a good view of what was between Ramb’s plush thighs, a puffy opening full of wires on the inside, a nice translucent switch resting above the opening on the outside. The hole was gaped open, leaking the fluid that had soaked through all the layers of Ramb’s clothes.
As Chip stared, Ramb spoke. “It’s swollen… my casing won’t fit.” And Chip was oh-so grateful for that, with how beautiful it looked dripping like this. Without thinking, Chip slipped a claw inside of the hole, it was swallowed up easily. The possibility of hurting Ramb with the sharpness of their claw came to mind but they didn’t really care, plus, Ramb didn’t seem to mind at all as his hips bucked up into the intrusion.
With their eyes fixed on Ramb’s body, Chip began to slowly move their claw in and out of the hole, listening intently to the whimpering from Ramb, hearing him beg. It only encouraged them to move faster, thrusting their claw and feeling the way that Ramb tightened around them.
When they suddenly stopped, leaving Ramb trembling as he attempted to glare at Chip-- failing horribly with how wanton his face was, they smirked at how their claw dripped with slick.
“Wow, you really wanted this, old man.”
Ramb scoffed at that, rolling his eyes. “Either you keep going or you just fuck off, mate.”
Chip rolled his own eyes and decided to give the plugboy some mercy, going back to the space between Ramb’s thighs with two claws this time. Ramb’s hole struggled to accommodate the added thickness, having to stretch to accept it, but quickly enveloped the slick claws with a moan. Chip smirked at how the bartender’s moans were so easy to coax out of him, they liked them a lot better than the responses Ramb would occasionally dish out in response to their rants. They wanted to see him like this more, idly thinking about how much easier it would be to deal with him if he were always like this as their claws moved in and out of Ramb.
They knew it was cruel to tease Ramb but they preferred it that way. Their motions had unconsciously sped up as they stared at Ramb, pummeling into the tightness of Ramb’s hole. One of Ramb’s paws was clenched at his side, trembling as his claws dug into the pad of the paw. His other arm was covering his face.
With a pause, Chip used their free hand to pull the arm away. Ramb deserved to be embarrassed and Chip wanted to see the faces he was making.
They weren’t disappointed.
Chip slipped in the last of their claws and saw how Ramb’s mouth flew open, drool smeared across his face and he was clearly in a haze.
It was amazing how Chip’s whole hand fit inside Ramb, they probably wouldn’t believe it if they weren’t seeing it.
Ramb’s insides were actually warm. The hand that was pinning Ramb’s arm in place migrated to his stomach, feeling how the fabric resting above was also warm and popping the buttons to confirm that his body was practically overheating.
They snickered. “You really are a slut, huh?” Ramb didn’t even have the mind to actually respond, he just mumbled a garbled noise that seemed like an objection. That in itself was just a confirmation that Chip was right. They had completely undone the plugboy’s smug attitude just by literally opening him up a bit.
If this was how he got with just a hand then Chip needed to be inside him.
They pulled their hand out of Ramb with a squelch, wiping the slick that covered it onto Ramb’s button down. The plugboy didn’t even seem to register the movement, only focusing on how he was now empty. His hole contracted around nothing as Chip unbuttoned their pants and pulled out his member.
The length wasn’t very impressive, it was white with plasticy skin that faded into a red at the tip, it was already dripping from their foreplay with Ramb. Embarrassing.
Ramb, however, seemed to like it enough. The smell of the pre dripping from Chip flipped a switch in his brain, panting as Chip’s hands finally returned to him.
Chip pulled off Ramb’s dirtied shirt, leaving the plugboy fully naked.
Chips’s claws scratched at the fluff covering Ramb, noting how Ramb leaned into the touch with whines spilling out of his mouth. They slipped two of their claws into Ramb’s mouth and covered it in spit. They probably wouldn’t even need any extra lubricant with how slick Ramb was but they just wanted to shut him up.
Once they heard enough of Ramb moaning around the intrusion of their claws, they let the claws slip out and sloppily spread Ramb’s spit onto their cock. They had to stifle a moan of their own as their cock jolted at the touch.
They knew it was pathetic to be getting off to Ramb, but the plugboy in question was arguably much more pathetic in this situation so they figured it cancelled out.
Their argument was justified with how Ramb clamored to lift himself up and grasp at Chip’s shoulder the moment their cock pressed against his opening. Ramb’s moans were so much louder to Chip when both of the darkners’ faces were next to each other. The noises were more than enough to encourage Chip to push themself inside Ramb.
Ramb took Chip easily, his insides were already loose from Chip’s hand, and it felt like heaven when they were completely enveloped by Ramb’s warmth.
Chip took a moment to just bask in the feeling of the slick wires of Ramb’s insides tight against them, much to Ramb’s protest. The plugboy hips stuttered as he tried to take in more of Chip’s length, with the pippins grasping the cushiony fat on his side to stop the movement.
Ramb was moaning and whining like a dog in heat, and that was when Chip realized what exactly was going on. They couldn’t stop themselves from laughing, they would never miss the opportunity to tease Ramb.
They tutted as they held Ramb in place, fighting their own instincts that willed them to move.
“You look so pathetic like this… what do you even want? Why shouldn't I just leave you here?” The growl that came out of Ramb because of Chip’s taunting went straight to their dick, and the angry pleading that followed even more-so.
“Rggh… jus’...” Ramb’s words were punctuated with panting and whimpers. “Come on! Fuck me..!”
It did sound nice hearing that from Ramb but Chip wanted more… “Hmmm… I think you can do better than that.”
Then, everything tumbled out of Ramb as he nuzzled his head into the crook of Chip’s neck, still desperately trying to move his hips. “Please! Please, luv! I need you! Just fuck me! …Put a litter in me, fill me up!”
Chip was honestly surprised that just a little bit of teasing was enough Ramb to admit all of that, normally it would take a lot more to get even an ounce of information out of the bartender, but they supposed it was an entirely different situation.
Who was Chip to deny Ramb when he was being so pitiful for them? They finally loosened their grip on Ramb’s sides and let the plugboy move, adding the thrust of their own hips to the blur of movement.
Their pace was brutal, thrusting into Ramb as hard as possible. The noises of the two darkners’ bodies together filled the empty backstage room, there would probably be complaints filed-- ones that Tenna would never actually address.
Chip wanted to mark Ramb, their harsh grip on Ramb earlier would probably bruise but the fluff of Ramb’s fur would definitely cover it, plus, it wouldn’t be visible anyways. So, Chip decided to bite down on Ramb’s shoulder hard. And then his neck, and then his ear. The last position caused Ramb to yelp, but there was no denying that people would see it. They kept thrusting into Ramb as they nipped and licked at his furry neck, slowly reaching their peak.
When they did finally feel themselves tipping over the edge, they grabbed Ramb’s face and pushed their tongue into the void of Ramb’s mouth, exploring the strange plasticy feeling. With one last thrust, they felt their core unravelling. Their hips halted to a stop as they filled Ramb up, the plugboy cried as he spasmed around Chip’s shaft, reaching his own climax.
Chip sighed as their cock softened inside of Ramb, settling their hands on Ramb to pull him off. He looked like he was about to fall asleep, socket eyes drooping with his mouth parted as drool trailed out of it. Between his thighs, cum bubbled from his hole and matted the surrounding fur. Chip sneered in disgust.
They placed Ramb on the floor and he almost instantly curled up into himself, breath slowing as he drifted off. Still, his hole was just as puffy as before, slick was even starting to mix with the cum dripping from the opening. Even though Ramb was old with a ruined stamina, it seemed like his libido was still working fine.
Leaving Ramb exposed like this felt a little bit cruel, even for them, but they really didn’t want to try and move them anywhere, lest they embarrass themselves. So they chose to just use the plugboy’s apron as a makeshift blanket, draping it around Ramb’s body. There weren't any plans for the video game room to be used that day… so they figured it was okay to let Ramb deal with himself when he woke up.
The pippins cracked open the doors of the game room to check the outside before rushing out, leaving the plugboy behind.
. . .
Chip assumed that after their and Ramb’s little… encounter, Ramb would go back to normal. Except he didn’t. In fact, his behavior became even more strange. Ramb was clingier than before when Chip was hanging around the bar, acting strangely affectionate, but then he just disappeared. The concession stand closed up, the shop shutter rolled down, and Ramb was nowhere to be seen. That never happened.
Chip really didn’t care. They didn’t! They just wanted a drink!
After a few days, Chip got fed up. They had asked around the studio and no one knew where Ramb was, no one even knew if Ramb had a place in the employee apartments. With no lead to go on, they decided to investigate the very stand that Ramb manned every day.
The door on the side of the stand was locked with a padlock but Chip wouldn’t be a very good pippins if they couldn’t pick a lock. It was just that when they tried, a strange noise came from behind the door.
It took three tries for them to work up the courage to open the door.
When they did, they were met with darkness. That was to be expected, there wasn’t exactly a lightbulb or anything in there, but as their eyes adjusted to the darkness a shape on the floor caught their attention. A shape that seemed like the source of the quiet and intimidating noises that had scared Chip off in the first place.
Luckily, they had come prepared. With one motion, they pulled out a flashlight from under their poncho.
When it flicked on and the light illuminated the corner where the shape lay, a growl startled them. But when they took a closer look…
So that’s where Ramb had been the past few days.
In the corner of the small area lay a mound of blankets arranged into a padded nest with a blanket figure in the middle. With the light shining in the corner the head of the figure that was peaking out of the nest could be seen.
As Chip stared, Ramb stared back. The plastic ridges of his hollow eyes gleamed in the light, squinting from the brightness. A rumbling came from the nest.
Against all common sense, Chip walked closer to the pile and the plugboy, trying to get a better look. Once they kneeled next to where the plugboy lay they were instantly tugged into the nest and embraced in a tight hold. Even if they hadn’t seen his face it was obvious Ramb, the softness of the body holding them revealed that.
Chip tried to struggle against the plugboy’s grip but ultimately failed, instead being met with being cuddled and licked.
Ramb had made a nest and was now cuddling them possessively, thinking over their previous actions they realized that they had marked Ramb while he was in heat, and then essentially bred him. Was Ramb pregnant? Were they Ramb’s mate?
All these thoughts raced through their mind as they gave into being groomed and doted on. Any attempt at getting Ramb to talk was just met with lazily spoken singular words and animalistic noises, Chip was definitely going to use this to make fun of Ramb later. After they made sure he wasn’t pregnant.