Ping and Pong Get Down, a pong fanfic

Ping and Pong Get Down

It was a plain old day for the two paddles, Ping and Pong.

(AN: In my head canon, one of the paddles is named Ping.)

The two moved in up and down, whimsically following the direction of the ball, not particularly caring for each other. It was their job to his this ball back and forth constantly with all their effort until one of them would give up. It's what they did every morning, every afternoon, every evening.

This was, until one day, when something happened that changed the two forever. As the two were doing their usual, everyday task of whacking the ball around, something clicked within Ping. Something Ping had never felt before. Ping had a sudden desire to be over there with Pong.

Ping tried as hard as she could to move forwards, but it was seeming next to impossible. Suddenly, Pong had noticed this and also made an attempt to move. Both of them, seeing each other's determination, managed to start inching their way over the playing field.

Ball was quite confused by this, but didn't want to disturb the current events. Blushing, he went and quietly sneaked into a corner where he wouldn't be distracting.

Ping and Pong inched closer and closer, until eventually they were able to grasp each other's hands. Ping opened her mouth.

"Pong. I know this sounds a bit weird, but…

I… I lo—"

"Love me?" Pong interjected.

Ping blushed deeply. "Y-Yes." She replied.

"I... I do too…" Pong replied, who also proceeded to blush. Ball began to understand what was going on and leaned in to get a closer look.

(AN: This part gets a bit smutty! Small children beware! Don't like don't read!)

Pong wrapped his arms tightly around Ping and the two started to smooch. And smooch again. And again. Then, the two's tongues locked in each other's mouths, making disgusting slurping noises all the while. Ping could no longer resist it.

Ping pulled Pong to the ground so that she could be on the bottom.

I'm sure you more mature readers can use your imagination here. For the kids here, just imagine Ball being a stork delivering Pong Jr. and be a good kid. Anyway, Ping finally arose, red in the cheeks and sweating profusely; so was Pong. They both glared at each other in a way that was begging for round 2, but then diverted their attention towards Ball, who had been watching voyeuristically the whole time.

Pong beckoned with his finger, as if inviting Ball to come and join in on the fun.

What happens next? You decide in the next chapter of Ping and Pong Get Down: A Saucy Pong Story