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"Hey, Taco, I wanted to give you something!" Microphone said enthusiasticly. It was a microphone. Wow.
After "Corndon" or whoever tried to "unleash some chaos" on the world they had lived in, Hoot and its residents were taking shelter in the human universe as they tried to de-escalate the situation. They had been struggling slightly through the nuances of being in this stubborn flesh sack, but most of them had managed to deal with it. Taco could only wonder how awful that person was to force Test Tube to open up another portal just to hide.
The microphone looked exactly like Mic did, and Taco was happy that she finally got to see her true form, even if it was in inanimate form. It had been a good couple of months since she had seen her. Not that it was particularly a bad thing, Human Mic did look amazing. Taco took the mic in her hands, circling her thumb around the on button before pressing it. She smiled a soft smile. God, did she admire her. She had often seen Mic singing with it, so she was glad that she valued her enough to give her one of her prized possesions.
Taking a stride towards her new bedroom door, she thanked Mic with a warm smile before going inside. She didn't want to look like a creep inspecting the thing while Mic was watching her, but she did want to see just how similar this thing was to her beloved companion. It was maybe 5 or 6 inches, with those shiny metal bands around the bottom and top of the main shell of the instrument, with a thick, high-quality plastic mid-section, and a weaving channel of metallic strips shaped into a sphere at the top. Being so close to it, it made her miss Mic. Sure, she was just a door across from her, but she wished she could be closer to her. She ran her fingers across the grooves along its head, bringing it closer to evaluate more, before her lips accidentally grazed it, just at the neck.
Her eyes widened. It had just been an accident, why was she so flustered? She gripped it tighter, staring at it enviously. It almost made her want to do that to the real Mic, kiss her and smile at her and feel her as much as she wanted. But she was a professional. A professional with reputation to maintain, she couldn't get lost in silly squabbles about romance. But alone, she could do whatever she wanted. She was alone.
Taco laughed bitterly to herself. "I shouldn't be doing this," she whispered into the mic, only half-believeing what she was saying. But she just couldn't help it. She planted her lips on where Mic's mouth would be, feeling the metal with her hands. God, did this feel satisfying. She tried not to, but she just burned for Mic's touch. She wanted her so much, too much. Tearing her lips away from it before kissing it firmly again, she opened her mouth slightly, as if expecting the mic to give some sort of romantic retaliation. It did not. I suppose she would have to do that herself. Taco sat up and held her legs tightly together as she bit slightly on the rim of the mics upper metal ring, resting her lips on the cool surface. Moving up with her mouth, she started sucking on the ball of the mic, licking and kissing wherever she could. The texture just felt so good to her lips, she couldn't stop. "Mic-" she groaned into it, holding it tightly as she smiled against it, her eyes fluttering shut. Grabbing the bottom of the mic with her left hand, she brought it closer to her face, as she had been leaning down to kiss it this entire time, and opened her mouth, rubbing the mic against her tongue. The metal of the mic was heating up with her body, it almost felt natural to do this. Instintively letting out a gasp, she let her mind wander, just a little. She was imagining the mic as the Mic, giggling with that stupidly adorable voice, praising her with that look of love in her eyes. Mic was all Taco ever really wanted, and Taco had come to terms with that long ago. She just never thought she would be making out with the object version of her. She rubbed her thighs closer together as she breathily said Mics name again, licking and rubbing her lips all over the object. She wanted Mic so bad. So bad. The need was burning inside her, like an itch she needed to scratch. She needed her. Now. But she couldn't have Mic, of course not. She had often heard of women doing that kind of thing themselves, and Test Tube gave a chat to everyone about sex ed. when they first came to the universe, but she had always found that kind of thing unruly. And then she remembered she had a microphone half-inside her mouth. There was no way she could set the bar for herself lower. Unfortunately, she had never posessed the ability nor the tools to do it, so she couldn't consider this an option. But she needed it. More than anything. She let out a groan, she was desperate. She would do anything. Anything for Mic to be inside her. She needed her. She needed Mic. And then she remembered. There was already a mic inside her, her mouth, that is.
Taco brought her lips from the mic. It was a good length, and a good girth, if not a little much for a first time. Taco laughed. "I shouldn't , really." But Taco knew she would. She was really desperate. She layed back against the bed and lifted her hips up, slipping her underwear off with minimal struggle. She ran a hand through the hair. Wow, she should probably shave. Taco didn't know much about sex, but she did know just enough about human biology, so she liked to think she knew what she was doing. Blindly feeling around herself for the entrance she needed, she found herself breathing Mic's name into the mic currently resting between her breasts. Finding the hole and feeling around the rim momentarily, she picked up the mic with her right hand and brough it to herself. The underwear wrapped around her ankles restricted her movement slightly, so she kicked her right leg out of them so she could move freely. Gently rolling her hips, she pushed herself against the mic. She could feel the head of it stretch her open, barely fitting in her embarrasingly tight self. she just felt it like that for a moment, biting her lip before pushing it deeper inside herself as she gasped. It stretched her out in a way that she never knew she needed. Fully inside, the metal ring at the bottom of the mic stuck out slightly, so she could grip the bottom as she went. Taco rolled her head back as she slowly drew the mic out, before hastily slamming it in. She moaned, closing her eyes and letting herself feel everything. This was exactly what she needed.
"Mhm- ah- Mic-" she sighed shakily as her left hand wandered to her clit. she rubbed it clockwise for a moment, grasping the Mic tighter before starting to slide it up and down again. She could feel something happening, a feeling she couldn't exactly describe, like a song anticipating a beat drop. She clenched around the object, feeling it inside her as she sung Mic's name in heavy gasps that grew more frequent. her hips started to grind against her hand as she quickened her pace, hearing the sound of the mic messily being shoved inside her. Her wrists were starting to get tired, but it was like she couldn't stop, no matter how exausted she was. "h-haaah..! I-I- Mic, I-" she moaned, tears forming in her eyes. She needed this. She could feel herself getting closer, her body almost felt like it was burning, her legs shaking and limp. Her right hand was coated in her slick, bubbling out of her hole when she drove deeper into herself. She gave two violent pushes of the mic, rolling her eyes back and and whimpering her name. "A-haah!- I'm- Mic! You're gonna make me!-"
And then she came.
Mic, into the room, that is.
Mic sat in her room shortly after she had given the mic to Taco. She was wondering if the mic was even a good gift, it seemed slightly useless to give in retrospect, she would probably just discard it and forget it ever existed. Mic would often belt her favourite songs into it, imagining she was a pop-star or some world-famous singer. It sounds stupid, but Mic cherished it, this ritual made her think of the simple object as a symbol of good luck. She was in her bed, wondering what songs Taco would sing if she was in her position, when she heard something from beneath her. It came from the headphones she was wearing. Test tube had once told her that people hear their own voice differently due to bone conduction or whatever, so when Mic was using the mic, she would bluetooth connect the mic to her headphones, so she could hear how she would sound to other people instead of herself. She must have forgot to disconnect them. taking off her headphones to turn them off, she suddenly heard a small gasp from within the speaker. It was just her singing, right? It couldn't be that big of a deal if she heard Taco use the mic she had given her. She slid the headphones on, while keeping one ear out.
"I shouldn't be doing this."
Now Mic was interested. Shouldn't be doing what? She knew she should really stop listening, but she couldn't bring herself to take the headphones off. Just for a moment, a click-ish sound came through..? But it sounded closer. More intimate. More.. wet? Mic laughed. What could possibly make that sound? She rested her chin on her hand, and made a weird sound with her mouth. And then she blinked, before kissing her palm. There was no way. She grinned like an idiot at the realisation. Was she actually kissing the mic? She listened to Taco give it a few more soft kisses, Mic giggling at the absurdity of the concept. Hearing a hum, she listened closer. The kiss that hadn't yet been pulled away made another noise, slow and wet. Mic blinked twice as Taco kissed it again, letting out a muffled moan as she sucked on the mic again. Mic had always (for the most part) seen her as a professional, so listening to her do this felt strange in that sense, even if she ignored the fact that she was making out with a miniature version of her (which Mic definetly didn't).
"Mic-"
Really? Mic knew Taco liked her, but not this much, especially considering what had happened on Season Two. All things considered, however, she failed to really find a problem with what she was hearing. She was shocked, yes, but not mad in any sense. In fact, Mic could maybe see a future with them together, if she really tried. Especially with the way Taco was third-party breathing into ear right now.
"I shouldn't, really."
Mic had noticed by now Taco had stopped kissing the mic, which, for some reason, made her a little disappointed. Mic didn't think she had a thing for Taco, but she was vaugely uncertain of herself right now. She heard shuffling in the distance, and she could hear light breathing, almost something that sounded like her name. Mic waited patiently for Taco to kiss it again. Eventually, Taco picked up the microphone again, and did what Mic assumed was a kiss. But it sounded weird, almost too sticky to be anything a mouth could do. Hearing more messy, unfamiliar noises come through her headphones, she pondered what this could be for a moment. She then heard a gasp, and then silence. She tried to assume that this was just more sloppy kissing, but something didn't sit right with her, the way it sounded wasn't right. She could hear more strange slimy suctioning sounds around her, before she heard another. This one was rushed, and made a sticky slapping noise. She also heard..
"Aaa-ah.."
No way. No fucking way. Mic stared in disbelief. She had to be wrong. No way this was actually happening. She had to be making this up. She was almost convinced she was going insane when she heard another noise
"Mhm- ah- Mic-"
Oh my god. Oh. My. God. I mean, good on her, I guess? She knew Taco was never good at taking care of herself, so.. Good on her. Good on her for taking initative. She just never thought it would be.. like that. And she certainly never thought it would be proclaimed with her name. And she certainly never thought that Mic.. would kind of be into it? She could hear Taco's insides gripping the mic, and her gasping and crying out Mic's name, and the noises she could hear getting faster and more frequent. Damn it, she was close, wasn't she? Mic didn't want this to end, this was fun. And kind of hot. But mostly fun.
"h-haaah..! I-I- Mic, I-"
Mic wanted to savour these sensual moans that Taco was making, she wanted to cherish this moment. She thought about recording, but Taco didn't even know she was listening to her, that felt like an invasion of privacy. But she knew she was about to cum, and she wanted nothing but to hear it on loop. She almost sounded too wet, she was shocked the mic still worked, and that it wasn't waterlogged (or, well, precum-logged, I guess). Mic almost didn't understand. Why use a bluetooth microphone when Microphone could give her all the teeth she needed? So unfair. Microphone then recalled a conversation she had with Taco, where she said she had never touched herself (or "self-pleasured", as she put it) because she thought it was strange and un-sophisticated. Was she about to listen to her first ever orgasm? As much as it made her stomach flip, she couldn't listen to that. No. She couldn't just listen to that. She had to be there. she stood up as fast as possible and, as she heard another moan she didn't fully listen to, she bolted through her door and pushed Taco's open.
She was a mess. A sweaty, shaky, mumbling mess whose eyes widened when Mic came through the door. "Ah! MmmMic!" she said, trying to keep her voice from shaking. It was hot, Mic had to admit. "Hey, Taco!" Mic said with a grin, realising she had forgotten to make an excuse on why she had randomly came into her room. "..Soap wanted to.. uh.. do.. mini-golf with me,.. Wanna come?" Mic said, trying to cover her stalling with a smile. Taco blinked. "Uh- yeah. s-sure..!" Taco responded, with a weird embarrased expression that was supposed to look happy. Mic took this as the opportunity to continue. She took a step inside her room and sat on the bedside. "Good, good.. It'll be nice to get to spend some time with you. I mean, we don't really hang out often." Neither of the girls knew why Mic had said that, they hang out all the time, which Taco did point out, and Mic did dismiss with a "Yeah, but we never really go places, yaknow?" Which wasn't very true either, but Taco didn't want to start a debate, she just needed Mic to leave for a moment. She almost considered rubbing her clit in front of Mic, under the bedsheets, before deciding not to. She heard the sounds she was making for herself, she would just end up losing the ounce of dignity that she had left. She just had to get Mic to leave for a moment. "Hey, could you, ah, get me a Dr. Fizz? I'm quite thirsty," she said breathlessly.
Mic knew she was going to use the opportunity to try and make herself cum, so, of course, she said yes. She just needed to tease her a little bit. When Mic left the room, Taco sighed with relief. Any normal person would take this opportunity to remove whatever foreign object was stuck inside them, but Taco was desperate. she ached for the sweet release of the orgasm she was on the edge on, she needed it bad. So bad. she grabbed the bottom of the mic and spun it slightly before ramming it in herself. she gasped with pleasure as her legs shook, she could feel herself throbbing and pulsing in desire. her other hand quickly grabbed her clit and pinched it, which sent a jolt through her. She didn't mean to be that rough with herself. She knew Mic could come back any minute, but she was so close. So desperately close to finishing that she was willing to take that risk. And so she continued, tighening her grip on the mic and starting to slam it into herself again, gasping and groaning Mic's name as she could feel the sting of climax build inside her, closing her eyes and feeling the microphone stretch her insides. She was throbbing, wetness leaking out of her, she could feel her heartbeat in her head and she was breathing quickly. Just one more shove would make her cum, she was certain, and so she pushed the microphone as far as she could go inside of her, and got ready to pull it out and push it in again, she got ready to feel relief wash over her, she was ready. She was so close. She could feel every inch inside her, pushing desperately on her insides, she was about to orgasm. And then Mic walked in again. Damn it. She was so close. Even seeing her almost made her tip over the edge.
"Here you go!" Mic said, pretending to be oblivious to what had happened in her absence. Of course, she heard everything. Taco looked so desperate, in a cute way. She discretely wiped her hand on the inside of the bedsheet as she went to grab the can from Mic. She was so close. She needed her. She needed herself to cum. Taco thanked her as she sat down, because of course she did. "Oh, by the way," Mic began, "The thing I was talking about is this weekend." Taco nodded and pretended to care. She didn't even remember what activity she had blindly signed up to. Mic smiled and nodded, before looking at Taco with a smile. "Hey, wanna go get some snacks?" Of course, Taco couldn't get up. She still had a mic lodged inside her and her underwear were still hung around her left ankle. Taco grimaced and declined, claiming that she was too tired to get up. She hoped that this would make Mic leave her be. Mic, obviously, did not leave her be, and told her that she would get them herself. Taco nodded as she left. Snacks take longer to get than drinks, and she was just so close, she knew she would have enough time. her left hand immediately grasped her clit again, and her right immediately grabbed the mic. She had no time to pull anything, she needed to just get it over with. She closed her eyes and rubbed her clit as fast as possible, pumping the mic inside of her as her breaths became shaky. Her knees bent as she felt the mic press against her. Her hands sped up, making slick spill sloppily out of her, coating her hands and the bed beneath her. Her heart raced as she jammed the mic into herself deeper, crying out Mic's name and breathing hot, heavy breaths. She could feel that familiar electric feeling encompass her body again, her hips grinding against her hand as she continued to force the mic into her body. "m-m-Mic!!" she cried oh-so desperately, biting her lip and pressing into her clit. "A-hah-ahh.. I- Ah!" She was almost there. Almost. And she was going to cum. She knew it. "I'm- I'm gonna c-cuuUu-"
"UHuh By the way!!" Mic said almost urgently, practically running into Taco's room, "What do you want?? Like. Whatchu want me to.. get you??" Taco was devastated. How did she know just when to interrupt her? She was on edge, desperate to make herself have that sweet orgasm. She needed to cum her mind out, all over that mic that she had seen the woman herself hold. Just thinking about how she had held it before giving it to her made her squirm, it was like she was touching her herself. She could barely think, so she swallowed as she said "I- ah. Don't knowoww. Deeealer's chOicce." Wow. Real informative. Mic had already gotten her snacks, but failed to get Taco's in time before she heard her exclamation. "Well, in that case, you can just share some of mine!" Mic told her excitedly. Taco shook her head, holding it in her hand while trying to discretely wipe the tears from her eyes. Mic noticed. "Ah- no, no, I ddon't wwanna steal from yuYour snack supplyyiyy-" Taco begged, masked as a sigh of dissapointment. "Go- go,.." she tried to form a full sentence, but failed, Her mind just couldn't focus. "JjJusst go-wowah..!" Microphone frowned, but secretly, she was excited. "Are you just trying to get rid of me?" It was somewhat of a rhetorical question. Yes. Of course she was. But she wouldn't own up to that. Not in a million years. Especially considering what she was doing. And so she said no. Of course she did. How could she tell her the truth? Mic looked at her strange. She could do this for a while, but she herself was starting to get a little bit riled up, so she decided she would only do this for a little bit longer. "You sure? I can leave you alone if you want.." Mic didn't know how Taco would respond. She had two decisions. Say yes, that she did infact want her here, and save her reputation with her best friend, or say no, and let herself experience the feeling she's been yearning for. But Taco's brain was mush, and the social expectation bar was out the window. "Act-ually.. I am titired, s,so I,, yes. Pleease. Luleauvee.." And Mic complied, exiting the room. But she never went far. She stayed at the door, ready to tease her one last time. She listened in to her headphones again, hearing the messy, desperate shoving and pulling of the mic in Taco, hearing her practically screaming her name. She was out of breath, gasping her name as she tried to get air back in her lungs, begging for Mic to finally let her finish. It almost felt oxymoronic, shoving Mic away just to shove a mic inside her, but Taco had always been somewhat of a moron, oxy- and not. She could almost hear the bed creaking in rhythm as she grunted her name desperately, her voice coming to a halt as she rammed the object deeper inside her. She cried, she was so close, Mic almost felt inclined to let her have this, but she couldn't just sit back, oh, no way. And so, when Taco called her name once more, she proudly walked through the door once more.
Taco was wide-eyed. tears spilling down her face, shaky and sweaty, her face was flushed crimson. She thought she was gone? Mic smiled at this awfully needy version of Taco. She was ready. "One more thing," Mic said, smiling like a maniac. "Yaknow I was doing that on purpose, right?" Taco stared at her in disbelief. Doing what? There was no way she just knew. "That mic I gave you? The one that looks like me?" she continued as Taco nodded thoughtlessly. She could only hope she wouldn't ask for it back. Mic was starting to get embarrased, she would have to admit that she was listening to her touch herself on purpose. "So, basically, I ah-" Mic began, mumbling over her words. "That mic is wireless!!" She admitted, taking off her headphones and hanging them on her finger. "They, ah, connect to my headphones."
Taco was mortified. She blinked. She couldn't have heard that right. Mic hooked the headphones around her neck and gave her an awkward smile. "Soooooo... yeah." She stopped leaning in the doorway, locking the door behind her and going to sit next to Taco as she held her face in her hands, blushing in embarrasment. And then she stopped. Why wasn't Mic mad at her? Where was all the screaming, the fighting, the anger? She had just been caught doing such an unprofessional thing, With her best friend in mind? But Mic looked at her, not with a frown but with a smile. And she shrugged her shoulders like it was nothing? "Before you say anything," she began "I don't actually care." Taco was confused by this sentiment. "Then, why are you.. telling me?"
Mic rolled her eyes. "Because you really think I listened to that and thought "yeah, she's doing that and I'm just gonna sit back 'n' not do anything? You're insane, I need in on this." In? In on this? She wanted to join? Help her out?? She looked shocked. Mic seemed unphased. She grabbed her shoulders and shook her. "Pretty pretty pleeasee??" She said, but Taco couldn't understand why Mic was acting like it was a favour on Taco's part. She would gladly let her, this was a gift from Mic. "Please." She stated, wide-eyed. Mic's eyes lit up with the plead, and she picked Taco up by the waist and set her on her lap. Mic took off Taco's shirt, which she didn't think she would do, and set it in the spot Taco had been sitting, before taking her own shirt off and doing the same. Taco rubbed her thighs together, trying to get any friction where she needed it, but Mic forced her to stay still. She then did the next thing Taco didn't think she would do: she kissed her. Just on her cheek. She didn't need to do this, Taco was ready to go already, but Mic thought she would draw this out just a bit longer. Mic bit Taco's neck, reminiscent of the way Taco did the same to the mic currently inside her. Mic then moved to her lips, kissing them softly before leaning in closer, circling her tongue around her teeth before sliding it into her mouth. Taco grabbed the back of her hair, humming as she dragged her tongue across Mic's. Eventually, she slid her hands down Taco's body, but instead of going to touch her, she slipped her shorts and underwear off. Giggling at Taco's attempts to get any sort of feeling, Mic hooked her legs on the inside of Taco's and pushed them open. And they just sat there for a moment, Taco spread wide open, leaking slick onto the bed as Mic kept her steady.
Much to Taco's happiness, Mic slid her hands down, feeling for where the bottom of the mic stuck out from inside of her. Feeling how coated in precum it was, Mic laughed, before grabbing it with her left hand. Her right hand pressed firmly on Taco's clit, making her jolt. Mic slowly drew the mic in and out of Taco, making her whine and thrash about for more, but Mic moved her hand from her clit, making sure she was still before continuing. She took her time drawing the mic from her, like the first cuts made with a tenon saw. When she decided she was ready (she always had been) she sped up, sliding the mic in her gently. "H-haaah- f-faster.." Taco gasped, already throbbing from Mic's gentle touch. Mic complied. She'd had enough of teasing her. It was good to hear the messy, wet sounds that were made when she shoved the mic deeper inside her for herself. "Mhm..! Aha!- Mi-Mic-" Taco closed her eyes tight, feeling the mic stretch her out once again as she cried Mic's name. "You- You're! So.. Go-ood- haah.." Mic angled her slightly and began to kiss down her her chest, resting her lips on her left nipple. "Mhm, I know, baby, but you can take it, can't you?" Damn it, Mic's voice turned Taco on so much. "uh-hUuh!" she groaned, opening her legs even more. Mic began to lick her nipple, kissing around it and sucking on the middle, where she could feel it most. Taco could feel that familiar heat rising in her body as Mic touched her. "haah.. hhHarDEr!!-" And Mic listened, shoving the mic deep inside her, listening to the slap of slick come from beneath her. She was starting to shake, she had been denied her orgasm so much that it was like her body didn't believe her. But she could feel herself pulse again, her body leaning back into Mic as she slammed into her. Her clit began to feel fuzzy, a pressure building in her chest as she thrust her hips into Mic's hands. Her insides began to intermittently grip the mic as she cried, the warmth in her body begging to be released. She felt on fire, aching in all the right ways, yearning for a climax. She needed it so bad. "aAhhH!! fASTer!! F-fASter!!- hAAh!-" Mic sped up, as fast as her slim wrists would go. Taco closed her eyes, the feeling washing over her. She throbbed, clenching around the mic, her heart hammering, her hands balling in fists as she called Mic's name. She was about to cum. She was so close. After all this time, she would finally get the feeling of a climax. Mic's hands were going so fast, so perfectly fast. rubbing her clit and ramming the mic inside her, getting messy, just for her. She was so close. Her breaths were heavy, the pressure building more, her body warm and her insides pulsing and gripping around the mic, the feeling was right there. She could feel herself getting closer. "aaAAaA- M-Mic! I'm gONNa- I- I-M!!!"
Her muscles tensed as pure ecstacy shot through her, the kind of feeling she thought was hyperbole coursing through her veins. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out, just a shaky sigh. Mic brought her lips from her chest to her neck again while pulling the mic out of her completely, kissing her as the sigh became a strained moan. Taco went limp as she huffed and gasped for air, Mic kissing her softly on her forehead and cheeks, telling her how well she did, and Taco buried her head into Mic's chest in response. They could clean up tomorrow, this moment was too pure. Mic wrapped her arms around Taco, lifting her to the middle of the bed. They had really made a mess on the side they were on. Ha, Soap would hate them. Taco was tired, but she had a question on her mind.
"What are we?" she asked softly as she snuggled against Mic.
"Whatever you want us to be."
"Alright then, hm, girlfriend"
"Alright then."