They all get @#$%ed
Summary: Zooble gets a new part, and Gangle walks in at the wrong time.
Warning(s): Smut, Bondage, Sex Toys, Threesome, Semi-Public Sex, Vibrators
W/C: 4.2k
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A piece of confetti drifts down, spinning through the air before landing on the circus’ checkered flooring with a soft flutter.
The little waiting area you had all put together on an adventure-free afternoon before Kaufmo had abstracted now resembles a crime scene from some kind of slapstick cartoon. Cushions and playing cards are scattered across the floor, one chair lies belly-up like a dead beetle- another is missing a leg entirely.
Zooble’s detached arm is buried halfway into one of the circus’ walls- really high up and twitching every few seconds as though trying to claw its way out of the digital surface.
Zooble sits hunched on the couch, one-armed, their expression locked in that signature half-defiant, half-bored stare. There’s a slight tilt to their head, the unmistakable air of someone who’s already decided ‘I’m not going to apologise, and no one can make me’.
Across from them, Jax presses a half-melted sandwich bag of ice to the lump on his purple cheek like it’ll do anything. He exhales in long sighs every few minutes, and it echoes around the circus until it’s clear he’s less injured and more auditioning for sympathy he’s not going to get.
Kinger had claimed what’s left of the coffee table - a few sad splinters and one surviving leg - he sits in front of it, looking all sad and cradling the broken piece like a fallen comrade.
“It was a nice table.” He whispers, brushing his gloved thumb over the digital wood as though tenderness might revive it.
Gangle is nowhere to be seen, having bolted after the fight started. Ragatha had followed soon after, shoulders tense, mumbling something about ‘fixing Jax’s… condition’, but the way she said it made it sound like she meant both his ‘problem’ and his personality.
Now, only the stragglers remain- Zooble, Jax, Kinger, Pomni, and you.
Pomni sits close. Her pinwheel eyes jump from Jax to Zooble to you before she leans close, voice coming out thin and secret, “You haven’t felt, like… um, weird since Caine’s little update thing, have you?”
“No…”
You feel bad about lying to her. She notices your reaction, and a little smile dawns on her, reaching her eyes. You feel her slide up closer to you.
Pomni chews the inside of her cheek, gloved fingers twitching restlessly against her jaw, “Well, I have… kinda. I can’t explain it, though. It’s just weird.” She inches even closer until her knees knock against yours. “You’d tell me if something was wrong though, right? If Caine messed with you? If you were… feeling different?”
You tilt your head, “Different?”
“It’s just- you’re just… you. It’s like this place doesn’t even touch you- nothing gets in.” She blurts, the words tumbling out before she can stop them. Then she flinches back, shoulders curling inward as if she could hide from her own voice.
You only nod your head, and Pomni’s smile falters.
“You promise…?” She continues, “If… If you’re not feeling okay- promise you’ll tell me?” Her fingers tap nervously against her knee.
You blink down at her, caught off guard by the raw sincerity in her tone- the idea hits you before you’re able to talk yourself out of it.
You stick your pinky out.
“…Pinky promise.”
Pomni blinks a few times, then gives a quiet laugh that trembles at the edges. “You’re weird.” She snorts- but her blue glove lifts anyway.
Her pinky curls around yours- tiny and trembling just a little.
She can tell something’s off, though. You see it in the way her pupils shrink and the way her gloved fingers twist into the digital fabric of her little jester outfit.
Her thumb brushes the back of your hand like she’s trying to make sure the promise will stick.
For a second too long, neither of you let go. Pomni’s shoulders relax, the corners of her mouth twitching into something that almost looked like peace.
Until Ragatha’s voice slices right through it.
“Pomni! Can you come help me find Caine? Gosh, where did he run off to?”
Pomni jumps, little blush circles returning to her face like she’s been caught, “Oh! Uh- yeah!” She hesitates, one foot already halfway toward the door, and glances back at you, “Talk later?”
You nod and give her a little thumbs up.
Pomni lingers a moment too long, torn between leaving and saying something else, then finally spins away, nearly tripping over the upturned chair. The moment collapses behind her like a stage curtain dropping.
The second she’s gone, your shoulders sag and a breath leaves you, slow and shaky.
From the couch, Jax lets out an over the top gagging noise, long and dramatic just to ruin the moment.
“Criiinge.” He drawls, dragging the word out until it melts. He sprawls back, looking far too pleased with himself.
Zooble doesn’t even turn their head, “You’re just jealous nobody wants to interrogate you.”
Jax snorts- the sound ugly and sharp, and lets the ice pack slide halfway down his purple face. The circus lights catch his grin- too wide and too yellow.
“Jealous?” He practically spits the word, “Puuuh-lease. I just didn’t realise we’re running a full-time therapy office now.” He swings his long legs off the couch, leaning forward. “What’s next? Group sessions? Maybe matching clipboards? You two gonna start charging by the hour?”
Zooble rolls their eyes with the kind of effortless boredom that only comes from long experience, “Right. Because anyone here’s so desperate to hear your tragic backstory, Jax.”
He shoots up a little straighter, affronted in that performative way he does everything, “For your information, people love me.” He waves the ice pack in your direction, “Ain’t that right Y/N?”
You fight down a laugh, “Suuure…”
“Oh, ha-ha.” He scoffs, tossing himself back into the couch cushions with a dramatic sigh, “Run along then. Run off with Zoobie. Don’t let me interrupt whatever riveting romance subplot’s happening over there.”
Zooble’s sigh is one of pure exhaustion. They push up from the armrest and gesture for you to follow, “C’mon.” They grumble, already halfway done with Jax’s nonsense, “Help me find an arm before Caine replaces it with something.”
Jax groans louder, dragging a pillow over his face, “Oh sure, just abandon me. Let me wither in emotional agony.”
You wince. The whiplash between this conversation and the one you had with Pomni only moments ago strikes you cold.
Zooble’s already disappearing down the corridor, their mismatched silhouette shifting in the dim light when you glance back. Jax watches you from under the pillow, just barely. A yellow eye peeks out and you think maybe something’s in it- but he covers his face again.
Then you turn and follow Zooble into the hallway.
You’ve always thought Zooble’s room looks exactly like their personality- half explosion, half art exhibit. The walls are panels of colour and pattern: green splattered with pink triangles and blue flooring. A massive bed dominates the centre, piled high with blankets that don’t match. Three mirrors line one wall close to their bed. Below them, a heavy parts chest is labelled ZOOBLE’S.
It’s cluttered, chaotic, but arranged like every broken thing has a place, and Zooble is the only one who understands the pattern.
Zooble flops onto their couch with a thud, body settling unevenly.
“I’m down to, like, five spares now.” They tell you head tipping back until it rests against the couch. The triangle of their face catches the light- one eye glinting sharply, the other dim and tired.
You kneel in front of the overflowing chest, its lid held open by a bent piece of scrap. Spare limbs spill out and you run your fingers through the heap.
“You could always ask Caine for more.” You tell them over your shoulder.
Zooble lets out a dry laugh, “Doubt it.”
“I don’t see why he wouldn’t, though.” You huff softly, “He fixes Gangle’s comedy mask all the time.”
“That’s because she cries about it. He just finds it annoying.”
You sift through the chest, and something catches your eye, glinting in the harsh light- a single glossy shoulder piece, but with two forearms jutting out of it, fused at the joint. One’s neon green, the other purple, and both end in hands that almost match.
You hold it up uncertainly, the double hands dangling, “This one?”
Zooble glances over, squinting at the thing, then lets out a dry snort. “Yeah, sure.”
You rummage a little deeper through the pile, and your fingers brush something else- another two arms, similar to the double-armed one already attached to Zooble. This one’s got the same mismatched colours, but looks a little more chipped, and one of the hands seems to be stuck halfway into a wave.
“Found some more.” You say, holding it up like some rare treasure.
Zooble eyes it, “Great. I love a matching set.”
You make a face at that as you kneel between their uneven thighs. The digital surface of the couch dips under the weight of your elbows.
“Hold still…” You murmur, reaching for the mess of parts on the floor beside you.
Zooble’s eye twitches, “You sound like Ragatha.”
“Good! Ragatha knows best.” You shoot back, fingers already finding their old arm. The joint gives after a second of stubborn resistance, popping free.
You set the old arm aside. The replacements gleam faintly under their bedroom lights. It looks wrong, but somehow right for Zooble.
Lining up the other arms carefully, you guide them into their respective sockets. You press the joint firmly until it clicks into place- all arms give a little experimental twitch, fingers curling and uncurling like they’re waking up.
You lean back a little, exhaling, “There! You look cool. Like a weird spider.”
Zooble’s new fingers twitch once, experimentally. Their triangle face reflects light; it’s impossible to read their expression, but something in the tilt of their head, the steadiness of their stare, makes your chest tighten.
“What?” You ask.
They flex their new hands, slowly, “I guess I like it when you look at me like that. All focused.”
You redden, especially when Zooble leans forward, elbows on their thighs. You give them a quizzical look, not entirely catching onto where they were going with this.
“Maybe I should lose limbs more often.”
You want to protest, but you immediately picture Zooble rolling around the circus with no arms or legs. You laugh, and it dawns on you now that you might be part of the problem.
You smile and wave your silliness away, “Don’t do that. Or else-“
Zooble leans in, “You’ll what?”
“I’ll…”
When Zooble puts one of their hands on your hip and runs it up to the little dip of your waist, it causes you to gasp in surprise. They pull their hand away, looking worried.
“Sorry! It’s not you.” You reassure and guide their hand back to your hip, “I just… wasn’t expecting that. But, I liked it.” You give them a cheeky grin to prove your point.
"I... it's not that. I have to tell you something." Zooble mutters. “I saw… you and Caine.”
“What?” You ask in bewilderment, sitting up from your spot between Zoobles knees on the floor.
“Yesterday? Look, it’s not a big deal or anything.” Zooble adds quickly.
“Not a big deal?”
"Listen," Zooble mumbles, "It didn't seem important to bring up earlier. Besides, everyone felt weird after Caine’s ‘thing’. Not exactly part of the minority here."
"But-"
"Y’know what? I'm beat.” Zooble tries nervously, “How about we get some sleep instead of… whatever this is gonna be?" They offer, wishing they’d stopped talking a long time ago.
"Okay- wait no. I know what you're doing," You accuse mildly, "You're changing the subject!”
"No, nah…” They’d probably be sweating a little if it was possible, “Well, I am, but-“
DING! Zooble’s ‘parts box’ lid falls shut and you both jump.
They get up from their spot on the couch and you pad after them, slow and hesitant. The digital mattress dips slightly under your weight as you sit on the edge of their bed, keeping distance and watching their back as they crouch by the lid.
Their fingers curl around it, lifting slowly.
"Whaaat- oh.”
The glow catches your face first- it dawns on you now that it looks nothing like their usual hodgepodge of circus junk, but you can’t tell for sure from over here.
You tilt your head, trying to peek, but they shift to block your view. “Zooble…” You whine.
A low sound escapes them- half groan, half sigh. You stare, breath catching when Zooble crosses the room in a few long, deliberate steps. Their triangle head tilts slightly, eyes flickering as they size you up. All four of their hands shift, twitching against each other like they can’t quite decide where to rest.
“Whatever you do, don’t freak out.”
Their words are punctuated by the drop of a part in your lap.
"Uh," Was your eloquent reply, followed by, “What?"
You look down at the neat little logo of Caine & Abel, front and center which catches your eye first, then it hits you suddenly- the realisation of what the item actually is.
It’s a silicone… strap-on? It’s big and thick and has some kind of wacky vibrator attachment on the side that probably wouldn’t- shouldn’t work in the real world.
You can practically feel the stretch already.
“This is all so your fault, Zooble.” You grumble, trying to replace the sudden, inappropriately timed flush of arousal mixing in your belly because this is the wrong time and place.
“I mean, it could’ve gone a lot worse. I can’t believe Caine actually went through with it, to be honest.”
Well, neither did you. Your cheeks burn hotter, especially when Zooble kneels in front of you. Their taller frame puts them at eye level with your chest. One of their upper hands hovers near yours, while the other three curl gently around their own torso.
One hand comes up to wrap around your jaw, tugging your face down to them. You let out a little gasp.
It's breathtaking- as in, Zooble literally takes your breath away when they lean in, pressing the flat surface of where their lips would be to yours.
Any other time, with anyone else in the circus, it might’ve surprised you- but with Zooble, it just feels inevitable. Up until this point, every sarcastic jab, every eye-roll was them testing the line. But now Zooble’s ‘kissing’ you- quick, awkward, a little too flat.
They give you a moment to recuperate before they sit back again.
“How are we gonna do… this?” You ask, peering down at the toy in your lap, “Where do we go from here?"
"Well… Slowly, for starters." Zooble straightens, gaze fixed on you. They murmur, tone low and steady, “Think we should try it out?”
You glance down again, and peek up at them through your lashes. You swallow, cheeks still warm, and murmur, “Okay.”
Zooble twists one of their hands off and picks up the attachment, turning it over in their fingers for a moment, inspecting the smooth surface before sliding it into place where their hand was. They flex the attachment slightly, testing its fit.
It’s hard to gauge how… experienced someone like Zooble is. You’ve seen them bare their teeth and stand up to things that any other person in the circus would cower away from- especially when it came to standing up to Caine. So, for all you know they’ve had plenty of partners, or none.
Zooble’s other three arms travel over your stomach and dip down to push your knees apart.
Definitely plenty, you think, as your upper body leans back in preparation for them.
"That'ah girl… up we go.” Zooble urges, multiple hands moving to cup under your rear to shift you slightly further up onto the bed, your back now to their room door.
They don’t look away once, not even at the sight of the damp between your thighs.
"Man, I’ve missed this… So wet."
Wet is absolutely right. That had started with one of their hands on your hip, and hadn't stopped since then.
“Can- Can you feel anything?” You ask, genuinely worried about them not being able to feel or get off as much as you imagine you’re about to.
“I think…” Zooble stumbles over their words, suddenly super enameled by the way you run a thumb underneath the shaft. It’s like Bluetooth so surely something this stiff couldn't feel good?
“Mmmn!”
You guess you’re wrong about that- that was a very, very happy sound.
“You can!” You say, giving them a long, light stroke from base to tip. “It’s so thick, though… I can barely fit my hand around you.”
You can't help but press your thighs together instinctively when they send the vibrator roaring.
“Zooble?” You ask with a slight gasp- one of Zooble’s unpreocupied arms snakes up, grasping your wrist to hold it gently but firmly above your head. Their eyes lock on you to gauge your every reaction, somehow contorting the intensity of the vibrator thing to tug cute little whines from you.
“How’s it feel?” Zooble asks.
“It’s- ah!” You let out a noise akin to a hiccup, jerking as the vibrator nudges your sensitive nub.
Besides the arms holding your wrists and spreading your legs, Zooble says, “Huh? Didn’t catch that.”
It’s mean and they know it- especially when their extra pair of arms push your knees back nearly to your shoulders in response, squeezing tightly.
You’re fighting not to completely turn into a whimpering, whining mess as they work the toy against you in small, teasing motions, contorting your clit desperately. The need curls hot and unbearable in your belly. You let out a broken sob and slip your free hand down between your thighs.
One of Zooble’s arms moves fast, snatching your other wrist to pin it with your arm already above your head. You cry out.
"Did I say you could touch yourself?" They ask, holding your wrist higher which causes you to arch back harder onto the vibrator.
“Sorry- ‘M sorry-” You whimper as Zooble slides another hand down past your navel, running their fingers through the slick wetness between your legs. You groan as they nudge their fingers into your cunt.
The fingers pushing against your walls gives relief, just for a moment; to the vibration of the toy still heavy on your throbbing clit.
You whimper, throwing your head back against the digital surface of Zooble’s bed. Another one of Zooble’s arms’ fingers are quick to press from your jaw, finding their way into your mouth.
Closing your eyes, you suck on the digits, letting Zooble work their fingers deep into your cunt. They’re watching, lost in the way your face looks flushed with little tears pricking against your eyelids.
Popping Zooble’s fingers out of your mouth, you sit up a little more, meeting your reflection in the three mirrors on their wall- you can barely hold yourself from watching their numerous arms at work as they hold your legs back, cunt clenching and throbbing against their vibrator attachment as they twist their knuckles up into the gumminess of your walls.
You’re ready for that sweet feeling of fullness, of Zooble’s fingers twisting further and deeper inside of you and rubbing all the right places- so when they slowly retract their fingers, you nearly weep. You must be tired, dazed, and horny– maybe all three. Your legs are starting to hurt from how far they're spread, though.
The vibrator’s rumbling dies out and Zooble twists the attachment to remove it, tossing it to the side where it hits the floor with a THUNK! Your eyes widen a little, realising much too late what they’re intending to do.
Zooble’s tip pushes its way in, heavy-handed and almost completely filling- however wet you were a moment ago was no match for the length that they had shoved in.
Your body seizes, tightening around them as you cum hard- throat raw with the broken cry that rips out of you. That's when Zooble finally moves- just the barest nudge of the toy forward. The sudden push sends it slamming deep.
“Haa- I think I’m gonna-“
You’re both so lost in the moment, that neither of you notice Zooble’s room door open.
“Zooble? This mask isn’t… mine…”
Gangle’s voice cuts sharply through the sudden quiet, high and tense, tremors lining each word. Their small body freezes in the doorway, fingers twisting together nervously.
“I… was just…“
Zooble withdraws from you suddenly, toy still sheathed deep inside. You stare, upside down, from your position on their bed at the tiny, trembling figure of Gangle at the doorway.
Her silence speaks volumes. Not a single person out of the three of you makes a sound.
Your cheeks burn hot as you become suddenly hyper-aware of how much of your digital body is exposed. Your hand wanders down to one of Zoobles wrists, signalling to them that they can pull out. They don’t.
Shoulders tensing, you will yourself not to look down, already knowing your legs are as far apart as your digital body will allow– Zooble looks down at you, before glancing back up at Gangle, triangle head tilting.
Zooble’s multiple hands push your knees back- almost to your shoulders in response, and their arm gives their cock-attachment a slow but powerful thrust. You can only yelp.
Besides the hands preoccupied with spreading your legs, with shoving the toy so deep inside of you, another arm appears to beckon Gangle over.
“You just gonna stand there, or what?” Zoobles speech stutters for just a moment as they shove in some more. The arms that hold your knees tighten, like it’ll do anything in helping you take them.
Gangle gasps at the sight, eyes widening, darting between you and Zooble, then back to the mask which had ended up on the floor.
“I…” Her voice cracks, small, hesitant, almost a whisper. Gangle bends slowly, ribbons trembling as she picks the mask up.
You watch her cradle the mask in her ribboned hands for a second, turning it over like she’s studying a stranger’s face. The last time she’d done this, it hadn’t just been a change of expression- it had been a completely different version of herself.
Her mask dangles from one ribbon, swinging gently as she raises the new one. “You’re staring…” She says, voice still small but edged with amusement.
The mask slides into place. Then her posture shifts, ribbons straightening.
You feel an uneasy thrill crawl up your spine when Gangle rounds the edge of Zooble’s bed, sliding silently to stand just behind you. Her ribbon hands twitch in the air, looping before curling forward.
Panting and still hazed, incredulous laughter nearly comes tumbling out your mouth. You can’t help but wonder if things will be as much of a problem like the last time she tried a new mask.
But the giggle gets shut down when Gangle hefts you up in her ribbons, knowing you didn't have good enough strength to sit up anymore with Zooble still inside you.
Ribbons tug your hips back, coiling around your arms and chest, holding you close with strength that’s almost alarming. One ribbon snakes upward, looping around your jaw, pressing in just enough to caress and squish your face affectionately. The contact is intimate, teasing, but the thrill of it makes you freeze for just a moment.
Especially when you turn your head to question her, but the motion causes silky ribbons between your legs to move and shift. You gasp and wriggle but it only causes more stimulation, a knot you didn't know was there grazes over your clit, eliciting a whimper as you struggle to still yourself.
You blink up at Zooble through a haze due to the silk massaging your clit with each movement. You try rolling your shoulders back to ease the tension, but it only tugs the ribbons and causes the little knot to press more firmly against you. Your heaving breaths only serve to move your bindings and pleasure you more.
The ribbons between your legs are slick with your wetness now. You whimper, trying desperately tried not to move.
"Just one more?” Gangle’s new mask nuzzles your cheek as you choke out a sob, gripping Zooble’s shoulders as you nod, arching when Zooble sinks in. “Easy…” Gangle warns.
"She can take it." Zooble says, snapping the toy upwards into you suddenly.
PLAP, PLAP, PLAP.
It’s all too much, cunt overwhelmed as each of Zooble’s thrusts forces gangle ribbons to nudge against your clit, making you whine and reach behind you to drag Gangle’s mask close.
It surprises you enough that you gasp when a small, squishy tongue invades your mouth. Your little whines and pants flow into Gangle’s mouth as they both share you, dragging you onto another orgasm.
Gangle feels so good only watching as you cum, drinking in your sounds as Zooble bottoms out, eye clenching tight as they spill into you.
You whine, panting against Gangle’s mask.
Pants and grunts follow as you all plop down onto Zooble’s bed. Zooble holds you, pulling out while Gangle lays on the opposite end, admiring your drenched hole as it slowly leaks cum which honestly looks more like watered down glitter glue.
You make a grossed-out face as it dawns on you now, that you never did get a good look at Caine’s cum.
Probably all sparkles… and glittery too, you think.
