Always Groovy and never glooby!

Tenna is a good boy. Or at least, you can tell he really tries to be.

He's eager to a fault. He loves you, he's hopelessly attracted to you, and he wants your attention. All the time. You try to give it to him as best you can; you honestly love showering him in as much attention and praise as he can handle. But you do have a job, and you still need to work every once in a while.

You're seated on your couch with your laptop, attempting to finish some last minute tasks that you hadn't managed to get done at work today. You sigh, starting to feel frustrated. You really should have been done with this project already. And you would have been done with it– a while ago, at that– except that you're getting distracted.

As you work on your project, typing at your computer, Tenna sits next to you on the couch.

You enjoy spending time with him, even when one of you is busy. You're content to work on your project while he occupies himself; the two of you each doing your own thing, but still together. But he very rarely keeps to himself for long. In the short amount of time since he sat down on the couch, he keeps scooting over to sit closer and closer to you. It's not long until he's plastered to your side, nearly sitting on top of you.

You attempt to ignore him, continuing to tap away at your keyboard, keeping your eyes on the screen. You're almost done, you're so close to wrapping this project up, you just need to focus on the final stretch.

You feel him shifting next to you before you feel his arm rest over the back of your neck on the couch behind you. His hand rubs at your shoulder.

He massages the muscle there gently, and it feels nice. You don't acknowledge the contact, and keep working.

A few moments pass. He runs his hand down your back. He finds a little gap between the hem of your shirt and the waist band of your pants, and slips his hand underneath your clothes.

It feels warm against the skin of your hip. You bite back a gasp, keeping yourself from leaning into the touch. You keep working.

He leans in closer to you, resting his head against your upper arm. You feel the static of his screen tickle your skin as he presses gentle kisses against it. He goes up your shoulder, up to the crook of your neck, to behind your ear. Your stomach flutters, and your skin is getting warmer. You resolutely keep your eyes locked on your screen, though your typing slows as your focus gets pulled more and more to the man clinging to your side.

He rests his other hand on your leg, fingers just long enough to reach the soft skin of your inner thigh, giving it a soft squeeze. His hand shifts slowly, like he thinks you won't notice if he takes his time, higher up your leg. Warmth floods to your core, and you can't focus anymore.

You shut your laptop with a huff. He freezes. He doesn't stop touching you, but his hands stills as if he's been caught.

"Tenna," you say. There's a slight warning in your voice.

"Um. Yes, sweetheart?"

"I'm trying to focus."

"Well… you're doing great so far! Don't let me stop you! Ha ha! Ha."

You give him a pointed look, and he trails off. His shoulders slump and he removes his hands, distancing himself from you.

"You're right. I'll, uh- I'll leave you alone," he says, standing up from the couch to, presumably, go sulk in the bedroom.

He has a guilty look on his face, head turned down, lips pursed in a slight pout. The corner of your mouth twitches in a little smile. You cant help but this he's cute, even when he mopes like this. You quickly wipe the smile away, replacing it with a stern look.

"Wait."

He stops in his tracks, looking back at you forlornly.

You shift your laptop off of your lap and stand up to your full height. Although he's shrunk a little, he still towers above you. Even so, when you cross your arms, looking directly into his display, he seems almost intimidated.

"Tenna, puppy, you need to learn some patience," you say. You keep your voice sweet, but firm. He's still slouching with that same guilty expression, but his screen goes pink at the pet name, and his plug tail starts to swing. "You do want to be a good boy for me, right?”

"I… y-yes, I do. I can be good," he says, nodding eagerly. His tail picks up speed.

"Of course you can. I know you'll behave for me, pup… You just need a little bit of training. Now, sit."

He obeys without hesitation and quickly sits back down on the couch. He looks up at you, ready for your next command, already so eager to please. His tail thumps against the couch cushion.

"Good, that's a start. Now, stay. I'll be back."

He doesn't protest, although you can tell he very much wants to. You quickly head to your room, making a beeline for the night stand, pulling out a thick strip of leather with a small metal ring; Tenna's collar, with a leash attached. You haven't had the chance to use this much with him lately, with how busy your work has kept you. You know he's been waiting for this for longer than he'd like, and you suppose he does probably deserve a reward. He will get his reward eventually, although you don't plan on spoiling him today like you normally do.

You return to the couch, finding him in the exact spot you left him in. You're mildly surprised at how patient he is now, with how excited he's clearly getting. His tail wags behind him and his previously guilty look is gone, replaced by an eager grin. He bows his head for you, obediently letting you fasten the collar around his neck.

When you get the collar secured, you test it by giving the leash a gentle tug in your direction. He doesn't resist, letting you easily pull him forward and closer to you.

"There's my good boy," you coo, and you reward his compliance with a kiss. Not chaste, but not giving him too much just yet. You pull away, and he tries chasing your mouth looking for more, making a small noise like a whine when he doesn't get it.

"Hmm, see what I'm talking about? You're so needy, love."

He whimpers, clearly fighting himself, struggling to decide between wanting to touch you and wanting to obey.

"You'll get what you want," you say. "But I'm going to teach you to be patient first. "

You start to to strip in front of him. You make sure to put on a bit of a show of it, peeling every article of clothing off of you with a little flourish. His gaze is fixed on you the whole time, his plug tail swinging wildly, one antenna twitching.

Once you've shed your clothes, he continues to stare intently as you climb onto his lap, fully naked.

By this point, his screen has gone a ruddy, staticky red. The fans in his chest are kicked on to high.

You lean up to kiss him again, and his screen feels incredibly warm against your skin. His lips feel glassy and smooth, but when you take one between your teeth and gently bite, it's soft and malleable. You feel his dick twitch through the fabric of his pants underneath you, and when he moans into your mouth, you feel the vibration of the sound in his chest against yours.

He rests his large hands on the sides of your legs, gently squeezing the soft skin. As you kiss him, you feel them move, working their way up your thighs and towards your ass.

"Ah-ah," You reprimand. You give quick tug on his leash, and his hands freeze. "I said, stay. You don't have permission yet. I'll let you know when you've earned it."

He whines sadly, but obeys, taking his hands off of you. He balls them into fists at his side, mustering every ounce of obedience in his body to sit still.

You shift your weight back, still straddling his lap, but putting a little more space between your bodies. You look him up and down, taking a minute to admire him.

He really is cute like this. He looks incredibly disheveled, display flushed red, antennas crooked, with a tent in his pants and little wet bead of precum visible and the front. And he looks so pretty with that little collar around his neck, letting you hold his leash, ready and eager to obey you.

Seeing him like this sends fire through your system, and arousal coils low in your abdomen.

You lean back a bit, angling yourself so that Tenna has as good a view of you as possible. He watches closely as you drag a hand up your body, drawing his gaze up your thighs, your hips, your waist. He stares as you gently cup your breast before dipping your hand back down again, lower, between your thighs.

You make him watch as your hand reaches your dripping wet sex. You run your fingers up the slit, and they glide easily against the skin.

He bites his lip, starting to whimper pitifully. His hand shake with the effort not to touch you and his cock strains painfully against his pants. You can tell that he's already using an incredible amount of restraint not to break.

"Mmmh… good, you're doing so well," you encourage him. The words come out breathy as you touch yourself, growing more aroused the harder he has to fight to keep control.

Every pant from him, every whine, every little pixelated bead of sweat on his display is so delicious. You don't take your eyes off of his screen as your fingers move to work your clit, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive area.

Knowing that he's all yours, your obedient little puppy, ready and willing to do anything he can to please you… it drives you crazy. You're incredibly tempted to spoil him again– to sink onto his needy cock, let him fuck you and take what he's so desperate for. But the control he gives you is just too good to let go so quickly. You need to see how far you can push him.

"Fuck, Tenna… That's it, that's my good boy. Just keep watching me."

You open yourself up, spreading your folds for him to see. His gaze feels hot on your skin, and you can tell how desperate he's getting to touch you.

"Do you see what you do to me? Look how wet I am. That's… mmh… that's all because of you."

"A-aaahh,"

His hands grasp at your legs again, control starting to fracture. His hips try to buck into you involuntarily, but he meets nothing but air as you've positioned yourself just to far back to not make contact.

You let him keep his hands on your thighs, but grip the end of his leash tighter, pulling it taught as a warning not to move any further without your permission.

"Just a little longer… You've been so good, so patient, you just need to wait a little longer."

You sink a finger into yourself and shiver. You're so worked up and turned on by him, you're incredibly sensitive. As you touch yourself you really make a show of it, moaning shamelessly as you roll your hips into your hand. His grip on your thighs is so tight it could bruise, he's trying so hard to hold himself back, and that only makes you burn hotter.

You slip another digit inside. Messy, wet sounds fill the room as you fuck yourself in his lap for him to see. He's panting heavily, hips twitching, grinding against nothing, unable to find any friction or relief. You work your fingers faster, tension building quick as you watch him writhe pathetically underneath you.

"Nng, Tenna– I'm close, I'm…"

The tension releases, waves of pleasure racking your body as you come in his lap. Your fluids spill down your thighs and soak into his pants, almost certainly ruining them.

You catch your breath for a moment, letting your vision come back into focus. Tenna squirms beneath you, whimpering, looking at you pleadingly.

You scoot back, letting him remove his pants. He does so eagerly, quickly peeling the now we fabric from his legs and tossing them to the floor. His cock springs free, swollen and neglected. The head is flushed and slick with a coating of a mix his own precum and the remnants of your own orgasm.

He doesn't touch himself yet, keeping his hands off of you and back at his sides. He is being so, so obedient, not making a move without your permission.

"Oh, poor puppy. You did a good job, waiting for me to finish."

You brush your hand against his cock, and it twitches hard as he makes a strangled noise between a sigh and a moan. As you stroke it, your hand glides easily against the synthetic skin, your fingers still wet and slick with your own arousal.

"Aahhh… mmh– "

He whines loudly, bucking into your hand. You can tell how desperate he is for release. Steam is releasing from his vents and static nearly covers his screen. His hands are shaking as they return to your skin, moving to grab at your ass again. You let them stay this time, deciding he's waited long enough now.

You pump him faster, and he really starts losing his composure. He has a vice grip on your ass and thighs, and he fucks into your hand at a frantic, needy pace.

"Nng… ah, please, please let me- let me f-fuck you. I need you, I-I need more, I can't… I- haaaah"

His sentece quickly devolves into staticky whimpers and incoherent babbling. As he falls apart under your touch, you think you start to see tears form at the corner of his screen.

You love this, you love watching him become an absolute wreck for you, you don't think you'll ever get tired of it. But you decide to have mercy on him; you think he'll break if you make him wait any longer, and you can already feel the tension building back up in your system, your own desperation growing.

You let go of him and climb off of his lap, and he chokes on a sob at the loss of contact

"No no please d-don't go, I've been good, I- I-"

"Shh, Tens, I'm not going anywhere," you say, and kiss him. His screen is hot to the touch, and a little damp where some tears have spilled over. You reposition yourself on the couch, lying on your back, legs open. You gently tug on his leash, pulling him down towards you.

“C’mere, you've waited long enough. You have permission.”

He doesn't hesitate, immediately settling himself between your legs. Free to move and to touch you as he pleases, his hands run wildly over your body, like he can't decide what part of you he wants to feel the most. He settles on gripping onto your waist, and he leans down to kiss you again. He growls into your mouth as he humps against you, cock sliding wetly against your folds. You moan at the contact and the friction, pleasure already quickly building, and he's not even inside you yet. 

He quickly lines himself up and pushes in with one smooth motion. Like always, the stretch is incredible and overwhelming all at once. You're plenty warmed up for him, though, and you relax around him quickly. He lets out a shuddering sigh as he buries himself in you fully, finally feeling real relief to the tension that's been building in him this whole time.

He starts moving, unable to wait and hold himself back any longer. He pulls nearly all the way out, before slamming back into you. He does that again again, fucking you with a desperate, hungry need. He sets a frantic pace, like he's trying to get as much of you as quickly as he can, like he was starved and now he's insatiable.

You're already incredibly sensitive, riding the high of your first orgasm, and each thrust sends hot pleasure flooding through your body, driving you closer back to your tipping point. You have your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, with his screen buried in your shoulder as he ruts into you.

“T-Tenna– fuck, that feels- you feel so good,” you say between pants.

"Nnn… More, t-tell me more, please," he cries, voice shaking and full of static.

"You make me feel so good, Tenna, fuck. I love what you do to me, you're everything I need," you praise him, because you want to spoil him. He's not always the best behaved, but he's yours; such an eager, loyal little thing, and you want him to know how lovely he is. You pull him back to look into his screen, making sure he knows your eyes are on him, and move your hand to gently cup the bottom edge of his display. "You- mmh- did so good for me, my good boy, my perfect little pup. You're perfect."

He whines, loud. Tears well at the corners of his display again, and he drives himself into you harder than before. His pace fast and messy, unable to hold back how much he needs you. You hold on to him, petting along his neck and the back of his head while you ride it out, soothing him as he fucks you like he's been starved of you for years (although really, it's been since this morning).

"Haaaahh, ahh, please, please, can I come? I– I need to, I need to come, please let me" he cries, hips already losing their rhythm like he's almost there now. You know he's going to whether you allow him to or not, but the fact that he's begging you anyway sends another rush of arousal through you, bringing you even closer.

"Yes, yes, you can… mmh, that's it, just like that, just for me, Tenna-"

Another moan tears from his throat and he spills into you, breathing heavy and thick with static, dick pulsing hard inside you. You feel the hot, liquid static of his release pool inside you, and that sensation sends you into your own climax soon after.

He clings onto you tightly for a while after he's finished, and you hold him as long as he needs, tracing little patterns into his back.

You feel maybe just a little guilty, not having expected your little training session to be so tasking for him. You should have expected it, you suppose, with how clingy he always is, and how quickly you usually cave in to his (and your own) desires.

Guess who's back!?!?! (for real this time sorry 🥺) I've missed you cuties. I hope you enjoy today's meal!!!

⛓️ Both of you are kinda drunk and having sex ⛓️ Tenna is in handcuffs (there are Consequences to this in the bonus round if I don't chicken out) ⛓️ Lap dance and light teasing, mainly making Tenna whine~ ⛓️ He cums inside hooray

📺 - big sub idiot who wants to be handcuffed 👻 - small dom idiot who wants to tease

Tenna size: 3/5 big human

Gender rating: afab (you get wet) femme (dress, nails)

⛓️ For date night, you and Tenna go to his favorite jazz bar. You dance together and down so many cocktails that he has to order a rideshare back to his place.

⛓️ A Pippins drives you through the city as Tenna's hands keep sliding up under your dress, squeezing at your inner thighs. He whispers (very loudly) sweet nothings in your ear and overall is being way too horny in public. Again.

⛓️ It's clear from the Pippins' expression that they are desperately trying to ignore what's going on in the backseat. You tell your doofus CRT partner to cool his jets. He waves it off as not counting because it's "just a Pippins." You apologize to the driver and use Tenna's debit card to give them a huge tip. You gotta talk to him about treating the Pippins better…

⛓️ The two of you make it up to Tenna's place, giggling and goofing around in the elevator. Tenna's so fun when he's drunk. He's freer, his overthinking mind too intoxicated to color his actions. He's also incredibly horny, even more than normal. Reappearing from his bedroom, he shows off new handcuffs he bought that are made to withstand the strength of robotic Darkners.

⛓️ Tenna hands them to you and gazes at you expectantly. You twirl them around your finger and push him down into one of his chairs. "You're such a horndog…you need to be taught a little restraint," you say. He whines and a puff of hot air bursts from his screen vents. "Yeah, I do. I need that, don't I? Please, little star, teach me. Teach it to me," Tenna begs, his hands running over your body before squeezing at your ass. His tail is wagging so enthusiastically that it's slamming against the marble flooring.

⛓️ You'll let him touch you for now. You smile down at him as you run your nails down his chest, slowly unbuttoning his jacket. Tenna practically rips it off his body, hands immediately returning back to you, this time pawing at your thighs. His thumb is getting dangerously close to your crotch.

⛓️ You roll up the sleeves of his button down shirt and pull his hands behind his back with just enough roughness. You handcuff him tightly, the back of his chair helping to secure him in place. Based on the growing bulge in his pants, he's clearly getting a rise out of struggling against the metal. "Oh no~! I'm completely helpless!" he feigns distress, then stifles an excited laugh, "What's going to happen to me?" Tenna asks, his cute expression slightly blurry from being intoxicated.

⛓️ You place a hand on the bottom plastic frame of his screen, your thumb running across his bottom lip. "Well, based on how you treated that Pippins driver, you really deserve punishment. But…" You turn away from him, slowly unzipping your dress. "Tonight's about you behaving. Will you be good for me?"

⛓️ You hear a loud clank of the handcuffs struggling against his strength as you let your dress slip off your body and fall to the floor. He promises to be good and begs for you to touch him. When you turn around, you see Tenna's body stretching uncomfortabily against the chair to be as physically close to you as possible. His screen is bright red and he's sweating. God, he's so desperate.

⛓️ He's shaking as you perch yourself on his lap. As soon as your faces are close enough, Tenna leans in and kisses you roughly. His kisses are sloppy and frantic. He tastes strongly of all the whiskey he had at the bar. As the two of you drunkenly make out, you feel his arms jerk against his restraints and he whines into your mouth.

⛓️ You grind against his erection and he cries out sharply. He kisses and bites at your neck, your collarbone, anywhere he can reach, begging for you to stop teasing him, that he's been good, right? That he'll do anything, just please! Tenna tilts his thighs up so gravity pushes you closer to his chest.

⛓️ You can't tell if the fabric of his pants feels wet because his precum is soaking through or if your own arousal is to blame. Every fiber in your being wants to rip his pants off and fuck him, but you take your time. The sound he makes when you finally free him from his pants is pornographic and one of his legs is bouncing in anticipation. You tell him you're genuinely impressed he lasted this long, especially since he's this hard. When you first stated having sex, he would've cum twice by now.

⛓️ With a blurry expression, he asks if he's been good. You cradle his screen in your hands and tell him he's been very good. He's your very good super star. Pushing your underwear aside, you slide down his length in one fluid motion. You both cry out and Tenna bites his lip as he thrusts into you. You hold onto his shoulders as he's fucking you so hard you might actually fall off of him. Tenna's pace is frantic and he's moaning out how good you feel, how much he needs you, that you're his whole world.

⛓️ Thank god he doesn't last long as this pace could actually kill you. You wrap your arms around his neck tightly to gain more stability, but this shift in position causes him to be at just the right angle. When he thrusts into you again, your toes curl and you see stars as you cum. Your body tightens and spasms around him, pushing Tenna over the edge. His staticky cum fills you up and splatters onto the floor.

Here are some of the Paint sketches Toby drew to help me with specific Tenna poses! I love seeing his drawings LOL, genuinely really good and evocative 👍

There was a time when I was struggling to capture what he wanted for these specific Tenna poses… Until Toby acted them out himself, and I thought, "Ah, it's like that. I understand." and then I was able to make them just how he pictured them.

When looking through the renders and choosing what to share, I laughed at these two… Remember when Tenna had a gun? Remember when he bent over in a very specific way that might remind you of another, different image? No? Maybe you don't…? Well. Don't worry about it.

These ones are cute… Tenna is pretty cute sometimes! Has anyone ever thought this? Actually, before people knew he was going to be a strange 3D sprite the Whole Time, I was worried people wouldn't like the style and it'd sour people's views on him. I'm glad that didn't happen.

Toby thought it would be funny to have Tenna do some really smooth, mocapped animations sometimes - specifically free to use ones that often pop up in other things. An extra funny part to me is how many frames these take up in the game, and how his tails are stuck to his legs…

Speaking of mocap, Toby wanted Tenna to use custom mocap animations as far back as 2016 - Ten(na) years ago! I got an Xbox Kinect at the time and learnt how to set this up, but then never used it. Here's a look at messing with mocaped stuff again in 2022. So Normal.

Don't bother trying to help him here, he's just being dramatic 🙄

I particularly like these poses - I think I improvised most of these just based off the context they get used in… I always liked posing his tie and coat tails as if they were also parts of his body he could move. Which I guess they are?

After I rendered out the individual poses in high quality, I'd force the color palette to be limited to just a few shades and then I'd shrink the result down to pixel sized sprites. Like these! I'd tidy them up a little, but they'd really get improved on at the pixel scale by Clairvoire.

As well as Tenna's sprites, I also worked on his intro "movie"…! Seeing people be completely overloaded by this on first playthroughs would always make me laugh. In game, there's a ton of extra editing done by Everdraed, but my unedited cut looks like this ⬇️

This was the entire storyboard I had to work from, and I'm realizing now that there's the note "put him in car etc" that I never did and actually don't know what it would mean exactly. Working on this had me listen to the accompanying audio many times, but it's good so it's okay.

Here are a bunch of random clips of the Maya project for Tenna's intro movie. This is how movies get made, I think!! Yeah… Just like this.

Say it with him, folks!!

For the 3D Ralsei clip from the intro, Toby really wanted it to look a certain way, and drew more sketches for guiding me with this part than any other. They genuinely helped.

Remember how Toby's original storyboard has the note "covered in slime and shrinks"? That meant I had to learn how to make 3D slime. You can see my tech advancing here.

I'm really happy with how the final Tenna animation at the end of the intro movie turned out! It wouldn't look as good if it wasn't for some 2D animation to reference from SmallBuStudio, so thank you to them for the help! Tenna is cute… Huh, I already said that…?