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The smell of Ichor hung heavy in the air as Goob stepped out of the elevator, the door behind him closing with a loud thunk.
He analyzed the room around him with a careful eye as he snuck further inside, the fur on his head spiked with anxiety. Usually he’d have a partner with him to search the lower floors, but today he’d decided to brave a few by himself.
Extract some ichor and then get out- that was the plan. It was a small step to fixing up the compound, but every little bit helped, no matter how small.
Goob padded along on the sleek wooden floorboards, head swiveling from side to side. It was quiet, unusually so. He’d assume it was Razzle, Dazzle and Rodger if it had not been for the oppressing air of anxiety. He had learned to trust his instincts when traversing the floors- so he wasn't going to let his guard down so quickly.
Climbing the stairs and up onto the stage, Goob could clearly see the projection of Razzle and Dazzle on the wall. A small smile tugged at his lips at the memory. He’d make sure to give them a big hug when he got back to the floor level.
Just as he was going to turn to the left, he felt a shiver crawl down his spine. Spinning on his heels he steeled his nerves in preparation for the chase that would ensue.
Expect- he wasn't able to take even a step backwards before something swung his legs from under him, and he toppled to the ground with an alarmed shriek. Immediately Goob started kicking wildly as something was immediately atop him, sharp claws catching in his fur.
With great effort he was able to shove the twisted away, scrambling to his feet. Chest pounding, he risked a glance at what had attacked him.
His heart sank into his stomach immediately.
He knew that twisteds were nothing but wild, animalistic clones of the toons themselves, but that did nothing much to quell Goob’s discomfort as he looked into the bloodshot eyes of his sister, Scraps.
“Gah!” He yelped, shuffling back as fast as he could manage to. Scraps was still stumbling back to her feet, her body jerking unsteadily and ichor dripping from her mouth.
“GOOB,” She gurgled, blackness pooling beneath her feet. “GOOB.” Her voice was wet, garbled and near incomprehensible; a failure of an imitation of language, yet so clear at the same time.
Goob stumbled back, panicked. He’d never heard of a twisted trying to mimic toons before, and the sound of his sister's warped voice made his heart race with fear. Unable to bear the feeling any longer, he turned tail and ran.
It seemed he’d stood stupefied for a little too long however, as her tail swung out once again, sharp plastic teeth clamping onto his hind leg. She used this disadvantage to rush up close to him, knocking them both off of the stairs and sending them tumbling to the ground.
The smell of ichor was intoxicating now, making Goob cough and splutter as he fought to untangle himself from the weight atop him. “Get… off!” He grunted in between chokes. He could feel claws sinking into his fur, his arms pinned between his legs with brute force.
“Bro…ther…” The creature gargled, smile widening. She leaned over him so much that the ichor dripping from her maw splattered atop his forehead. Pointed teeth hung inches away from his fur, and Goob prepared himself for the worst.
In a quick and precise movement, he was flipped onto his back. In his confusion, Goob attempted to wriggle free, finding that he was still as tightly bound as he had been before. His breath caught in his throat as he realized he had little chance of escaping. After she- it killed him, he’d be unrecognizable from the other versions of himself. He’d be slaughtered without a second thought and nobody would ever realize where he’d gone or what had happened to him.
The twisted above him began to purr tauntingly, its claws flexing and unflexing as Goob struggled, almost as if it were toying with him. He shivered as its tail suddenly slid between his legs, forcing his rear to lift up.
“No, stop-” Goob choked out, dread creeping in. “Scraps!”
Black-stained claws parted the fur around his hole with surprising care, but even that gentle movement wasn’t enough to soothe Goob’s fear. He trembled, still wrapped up in her grip as she fondled him.
To Goob’s horror, he felt a sting of pleasure rip through his spine. Despite his fear and disgust, his body seemed to react on its own, cock unsheathing from between his legs. At this reaction, the twisted trilled, and Goob felt a fresh layer of warm ichor clump into his fur.
“Krrrrr….” Goob slammed his eyes shut as the twisted mounted him, shivering despite the warmth of their entangled bodies. As much as he tried to calm himself down, he couldn't. His mind was a mess of thoughts; ‘Scraps is my sister, this is wrong!’, ‘This isn't scraps, this isn't-’, ‘Why does it feel good? Stop it, please!’.
Goob was so intensely distraught that he had barely noticed the hissing from behind, the sound of ichor dripping to the floor as the twisted humped against his back, the feeling of something incredibly slippery against his backside-
And then it entered him. A short yet thick length that burned like fire against his insides. With each thrust, it left behind a sticky black residue that made him feel dirty. With every sob Goob’s shoulders shook, the mess would be disrupted and he would feel worse than before.
Scrap’s teeth sunk into the fur on the back of his neck, her humping becoming more and more frantic. Goob moaned out against his will as his own cock was pressed to the floor, the traitorous thing twitching in delight despite the circumstances.
What followed was a blend of pain, disgust, arousal and fear. Keeping his eyes closed, Goob tried his best to ignore everything that was being done to his body against his will- hoping that maybe this would all just be a bad dream.
But again and again, she thrusted. And again and again, his own body reacted with delight. He’d never felt this way before; this awful, awful violation paired with the burn of arousal deep in his gut.
And then, as swiftly as it began, it ended. With a loud gasp, Goob came; as did the monster atop of him. Before he could even come to terms with the horrible feeling left inside of him, his rear was unceremoniously dropped to the ground.
With a tentative and shaky glance back, he caught a glimpse of Scraps licking something off of her claws- something that, as soon as Goob realized what it was, made him turn around and throw up.
Reeling from exhaustion, he barely heard her footsteps as she walked away. It seemed all she’d wanted from him was… that. He was tempted to just lay there in the puddle of his own vomit for a while, but he wouldn't be able to leave until he finished those machines.
With all the strength in his sore and battered body, he stood up. Claws gripped the wheel of the extractor- of the second, the third and the fourth. The buzz of the elevator lights filled his thoughts with a much needed distraction. He hadn’t even realized he’d made it all the way back to his room- until he saw her standing in the doorway with concern on her face.
“Goob?” Her voice was soft, and extended her arms out as an invitation. “Are you okay?”
He couldn't bear to look at her.
“...” Scraps lowered her arms, her face falling as she gazed over his rugged form. Ichor clung heavy to his fur, and he smelled like iron and vomit. Even so, he refused to meet her eyes.
“M’fine.” He muttered, scurrying into his room and slamming the door shut in her face. For the first time in his life, Goob felt scared of her. He knew it wasn't her that did this to him, but it donned her face. It donned her face and it broke him.
Not bothering to clean himself up, he collapsed into his bed. As he hit the sheets, he felt wetness dot his cheeks. He hadn’t even realized he’d been crying. He didn't want to think anymore.
Ignoring his discomfort, he was lulled into a troubled sleep. Goob could only hope Astro would give him a nice dream- something to spare him from his new reality.