MettaTON of Love
"Mmm, you are absolutely gorgeous, Darling." The robotic voice complimented in genuine taste. Mettaton was grinning brightly as he stared at his companion, dying to reach out and touch him. But no, that would do no good. Besides, it was just a reflection.
His hands moved, gently rubbing the metal of his fingertips along his body. Alphys sure did know what she was doing, this was one hell of a vessel. Shit, if there was another one of him, right here, right now, he'd pounce. Then again, he hadn't quite experimented with- 'pleasuring oneself' quite yet.
Being a ghost was difficult. The only way you could feel pleasure was from the overloading of energy. Now, in this body, Mettaton could only think of one way to get his heart pounding, and that was with literal man-handling. His heart already began ramping up as he unlocked his chest plate, the culmination of his soul seeping with ectoplasm and energy. The ectoplasm was already dripping on the metallic parts of his torso, radiating energy around him in a thick cloud. The robot shuddered.
Oh Yes~
"Ohhh-!" He moaned long and loud, his voice quaking with a delightful timber. Mettaton took in a deep, unneeded breath and stared back at his reflection. Shit. The pink-tinted plasm continue to drip down his torso and along his palms. His fingers continued to fondle at his heart, shooting little sparks of energy throughout his circuits. It was almost painful, actually, it was, but a delicious pain that had his consciousness floating mischievously far away and his energized soul continue to spew outrageous amounts of energy.
The pulsating heart grew more harsh, Mettaton's fingers responding with more thorough rubs and presses. By this point, his hands were coated in pink, the plasm from his inner being having dripped down to his thighs and crotch. He wondered, only briefly, if this would stain, but then figured that pink was a good color anyway.
"Darling- Darling, you're so- so beautiful- oh my goodness yes..." He praised his reflection, admiring the heated look of the metal in his face. "I can't- oh I can't hold on, Darling. I'm- so- oh…"
It was indescribable. Almost like being filled with a noxious gas, like electricity was charging up his circuits past the needed degree to keep him running. There was a loud sound at that point, it being Mettaton's long and drawn out, breathy moan. Suddenly, his voice box teetered out, and he could only summon a static sound to release this built up energy. Even that wasn't enough, obviously shown by the amount of plasm that was dripping from his sore heart. And then- it stopped.
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METTATON HAS NOT SHUTDOWN CORRECTLY.
SAFE MODE
-RESTART NORMALLY-
Mettaton's body shifted, the metal in his joints having difficulty due to a long lack of movement. When he came to, he found himself facing a mirror once more and was soon smirking devilishly.
"Mmm, you are absolutely gorgeous, Darling."