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Tinky looked around him as he ran, the image of two large dicks would probably haunt him. Why the fuck was there two? Why were they that big and long? He had no answers to these questions and frankly he didn’t want to know.

With that new Spider like form, maybe she wouldn’t be able to get into the dome?

While Tinky didn’t want to spend time with Laa-Laa’s corpse, he couldn’t just stay in the open and find out what exactly Po’s plan was.

Apparently he and Po shared brain waves because he found her waiting in front of the dome doors, well that’s just great.

Tinky backed away and tried to run a different way.

Emphasis on tried because he tripped…on nothing?

While he was trying to find what he tripped on, an invisible force dragged him towards Po’s sharp spider legs. He did try to break free but whatever witchcraft was going on would not let him escape.

A few seconds later he couldn’t decide if it was good or not that her legs only cut his shorts and underwear.

His paralyzing shock and confusion halted when the force pulled his legs up until Po could grab the left one.

Okay yeah no, he couldn’t just lay here and wait for whatever was about to happen.

But his dumbass brain chose the wrong time to struggle, it felt impossible with his leg held hostage.

His layers of denial melted away when he realized she was awkwardly trying to figure out how to get one of the massively long dicks inside him.

From the start he had a good idea what the intentions were but he didn’t want to admit it.

It seemed pointless and hopeless but he kept struggling, maybe it would make it harder for her.

Po must somehow be behind the weird magical force because she snapped her free fingers and suddenly some weight came over Tinky that caused his struggles to cease.

Great, he was so fucked. This was going to hurt and he POSSIBLY might die from it.

Even so he tried to brace himself.

Po struggled for a few more seconds before realizing she could use her free hand to guide the monster length.

Tinky Winky was right, it hurt like fucking hell. He hissed out curses and tears stung his eyes, his mostly dry insides protested and attempted to force the dick back out. 

But it just couldn’t.

Tinky felt like his insides were being torn up, he could only curl his toes and throw his head back against the dirt with clenched teeth.

For a while he drifted in a haze of pain, the dick was too long to fully seat inside his pussy so maybe that was a silver lining.

It twitched and slowly moved itself back out, giving Tinky some pathetic light of hope. He knew it was weak so he’s not sure why he’s surprised when it thrusts back in. He winces at the stings and the feeling of it hitting his cervix. 

The pain traveled to his brain….and his clit? There’s no way in hell he could possibly be turned on by pain of all things?

His body clearly on a quest to prove him wrong, eventually starting to heat up his body as the dick continued to pound.

A whine escaped him, out of frustration or something else; Tinky had no idea.

Was it getting rougher, faster? He had a hard time telling due to how hard it was getting to think properly.

His already beginning sore pussy starts to wet the cock more and more.

Tinky arches his back and barely acknowledges the second dick brushing his ass.

He stopped thinking about if he would survive this and focused more on how his body was reacting positively.

His cervix felt battered and bruised but he barely cared about that, he hardly even noticed the size of the dick made his TV screen press up.

His legs and toes twitched for a completely different reason this time.

Tinky was startled and shocked when he felt his other hole stretch around the other cock. It probably should have sent him into a panic, but he was feeling so much painful pleasure from his pussy that he didn’t mind the pain coming from his ass.

He thinks he could hear Po purring but he wasn’t sure.

He lost track of time, not able to focus on anything other than the sensations. Couldn’t even really fully hear the wet lewd sounds.

Tinky jolted when the cock in his pussy felt like it pushed past his cervix and emitted a strangled gasp when the two dicks reached their peak. Po made a strange shriek.

There was so much of it, it felt like it was inflating his body and some managed to leak outside of his body.

After a few moments of heavy breathing and Tinky slowly coming to his senses, he realized he had two extra problems now.

"Obviously sewers don't have restrooms so what did you do when you needed to go?"

...He did not feel comfortable answering that. It would be a different story if he asked him that the first days he arrived at the base.

The white Teletubby hisses and crosses his legs tightly when Lenny repeats his previous actions.

"I believe I asked you a question."

"I went to the bathroom-obviously!" He tried not to squirm, it'd make the urge worse.

"Sewers don't have that." The bastard knew very well what he meant.

"Why do you want to know?!" Why was this even important to him?!

"Because I'm curious." The knife isn't idle, it's constantly pressing.

It nearly made him want to cry.

"Can-you just stop that?" Guardian bites his bottom lip, teeth too blunt to draw blood accidentally.

"I could." He 'smiles' slightly. "But I'm not going to stop until I get all my answers."

He internally pleads for his muscles not to fail him. "I'd just go deeper in the sewers when they were eating their main meals."

He hoped this was all he wanted to know.

But he should have known better.

"So how long can you hold it?"

Guardian grunts. "I probably....could hold it better if you'd take your knife away."

"Consider it a test of endurance."

"I don't know how long, I never really paid attention to the time that much." The computer did have a clock on it, but he always got so distracted.

"Should we find out then?"

Guardian shakes his head and feels his blood run cold. "No, this already hurts-"

He nearly chokes on his breath when the handle hits hard against his bladder again. It was a miracle that didn't cause him to lose control.

"Surprisingly you're enduring pretty well."

How the hell is it possible for someone to compliment and insult at the same time?

The Fluff is too busy trying to steady his breathing to reply.

Unfortunately, Lenny did not allow him to recover and jabbed the handle into the spot again.

More, unfortunately, it was all his body could take.

He could only pull his hood over his head to hide his mortified expression. Tears stung at his eyes.

"How disappointing, the average Teletubby could have held it longer."

Guardian is too embarrassed to remind him why he was unable to hold it.

"Well, I suppose you'll have to get your weekly shower early."

"Like this?!" He peeks his horrified white eyes at him.

"How else?" Lenny raises his eyebrows at him before opening the door.

He hated to admit it, but he was right about this.

“Can I say your name?” He finally settles his sight on him again.

“What-of course you can!” Dipsy accidentally raised his voice a bit. “Sorry.”

“Okay.” The taller stares at him blankly again.

As if he was waiting for something.

“Uh, what?”

“I dunno your name.”

Dipsy forces out a laugh, “Tinky, you know my name.”

A dreadful feeling dropped his insides at Tinky Winky’s confused gaze.

“How?”

Dipsy startles at a hand on his shoulder.

“Tinky Winky, this is your friend Dipsy,” Skylar admits she should have told all three that Tinky doesn’t remember who they are.

Well, he kinda does but also doesn’t.

“Dip...sy?” He utters the name as if its the first time he’s said it.

“He...doesn’t know who we are?” Laa-Laa was seriously confused as she sat at the table with Dipsy and Po.

“We took a look at his brain waves and it seemed his brain was repeatedly assaulted by something, so he’s confused about a lot of things.” Skylar sighed as she rubbed her head.

“Noo-Noo physically touched his brain?” Po was the only one calm about this, Laa-Laa and Dipsy looked panicked.

“No, we removed some device from his nerves and I think it played a role in his brain waves.”

“Can we just move to the part of him not knowing us?” Dipsy had no idea what they were even talking about.’

Skylar sighs even louder.

“He speaks to us like he knows us, how could he not?” Laa-Laa tugs at her curly hair.

“He has a vague idea of who you all are, but as far as I know; no memories of his life at the Main Land.”

Po slides off the seat, “We should probably get back before he gets worried.”

The three are out of the cafeteria before Skylar can say anything.

Tinky turned his head like an owl the second he noticed them.

“My skin feels too tight.”

It was such a random thing to say that if Laa-Laa and Dipsy were drinking anything-they would have to spit it out.

“That’s because you haven’t been eating much.” While they have been giving him food, he’s still thin. “Those bastards didn’t care to feed you at all.”

The purple Teletubby nods as if Po had said it in a question, “They didn’t have any custard.”

“...I don’t think you should eat that custard ever again.”

For the first time, Tinky looked a bit offended as if he was a child being told ‘no cookies before dinner’.

“Why not?”

“Because it makes you kill people, killing is bad.”

Tinky Winky frowns. “But Noo-Noo said-”

Dipsy groaned in irritation before he could finish the sentence.

The taller furrows his brows and frowns even more at Dipsy.

“What has my dad ever done to you?”

He counts on his fingers silently, “Tinks if I talked about all the things your...dad has done to me, we’d be here for a week.”

“I thought my name is Tinky.”

“It’s a nickname of a nickname.”

While Announcer continued speaking to Gary about when the taller Teletubby could leave the base, Tinky pouted angrily at Dipsy for literally four hours.

After some awkward glances, Dipsy finally realized something that apparently none of them bothered to bring up.

“Are you guys going to give him clothes?”

Anno sighed. “We don’t have any here that’ll fit his body length.”

“Oh.”

“Why would I need clothes?” Tinky stopped frowning at Dipsy.

The three of them stare at him.

“Well, everyone else here is wearing clothes.” Po side glances. “So?”

The purple Teletubby suddenly blankly stares as if he’s gazing past them at something only he can see. “I’m just…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence.

Po moves to sit on the bed with him, which finally catches Gary’s attention from his conversation with Announcer.

“Po, be careful; he’s still feeble.”

Tinky didn’t emote to Po’s closer presence.

Until he’s startled by her warm soft touch on his face.

But the touch also made him hyper-aware of the scars on his face.

...Scars.

He gets a dreadful feeling at the implication forming in his head.

It’s something Tinky hasn’t thought about in a long while. Noo-Noo always made sure it wouldn’t cross his mind.

Scars aren’t pretty.

“Hey, Tinky, what’s wrong?” Her fingers brush by his eyes, and only then he realizes he’s starting to shed tears as his bottom lip shakes.

“Not pretty.” He mumbles.

“Don’t be silly, why would you not be pretty?”

Tinky points to the scars on his face.

“Well, Laa-Laa also has scars.”

Confused, he turns his gaze to ….Di..psy and the yellow one that he assumes must be Laa-Laa.

He squints his eyes trying to see her scars, he almost feels blind.

She must have caught on to what he was trying to do since she stepped closer to the bed.

He thinks he sees the scars, but they don’t look ugly on her. But still partly sure he’s not pretty.

But gets quickly distracted by her eyes.

They look kinda odd.

Tinky’s overcome with the urge to tap them to see if they’re real.

But Laa-Laa moves back before his fingers can reach them.

“Whoa!”

He frowns, he is unaware he’s actually pouting.

“You shouldn’t touch these, you might fog them up.” She kinda felt like she was scolding a child especially since the taller looked sadly disappointed.