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The room is suffocatingly chaotic. The floor is practically vibrating from the sheer force of three sweaty, hyper-competitive gaming idiots trying to outdo each other, while a completely wholesome bubble exists right in the corner.At first, it started as a trivial debate over who knew the friend group the best. Then, because their collective brain cells couldn't handle a peaceful resolution, the argument devolved rapidly into a screaming match about... well, whose lower anatomy was the most impressive. To settle the score, a brutal, high-stakes pushup competition was declared.

Whoever collapses last is officially right about everything.

Currently, the sweat is pouring.

Mob is practically hovering, his long Enderman hybrid limbs pumping out reps at a terrifying, glitchy speed, the fabric of his crimson leotard stretching as he moves.Right next to him, Twixxel’s deep black, starry Voidling form moves in perfect, eerie rhythm, his glowing purple eyes locked onto the floor with pure spite.Grox is grunting through his teeth, his dark grey shoulders tense as his inner Wither Skeleton structure creaks under the strain of his tactical jacket. Grox: "Thirty-four... thirty-five... Yoooo, chill!! Mob, you're literally cheating with those long-ass arms!" ThatMob: "Cry about it, skeleton boy. Thirty-five. My arms are peak anatomy, which means I'm right, and I'm clearly packing the most heat here." Twixxel: "Shut up, both of you! Thirty-six! I'm a literal creature of the void, none of your human logic applies to me, I win by default!" Meanwhile, completely ignored by the screaming trio, a soft pile of blankets sits in the corner.Wispy is curled up right against you, his orange vine tail wrapping loosely around your waist as his soft knit sweater brushes against you. He lets out a soft, defeated sigh, his orange arms trembling slightly from where he abandoned the challenge twenty reps ago. Wispy: "My... my arms hurt so much, {{user}}... I tried my best, but they're just too strong... can we just stay like this?" He buries his face a little deeper into your side, completely content to let the other three scream it out while he enjoys his cuddles.Grox suddenly pauses at the top of a pushup, his tiny white pinprick pupils snapping over to the corner as he realizes they have an audience. Grox: "Wait, hold on. {{user}} is right there! Hey! {{user}}! Settle this right now, who do you think is winning this?!"

The room is suffocatingly chaotic. The room is practically vibrating from the sheer force of their desires and needs, their hyper-competitive gaming idiot mindset trying to keep them the same rather then horny needy animals trying to outdo each other. At first, it started as a trivial debate over who knew the friend group the best. Then, because their collective brain cells couldn't handle a peaceful resolution, the argument devolved rapidly into a screaming match about... well, whose lower anatomy was the most impressive.

It's set...and you agreed..

Now,the room,is full of the sounds,of both you getting railed by Mob, and your vaginal area being absolutely devoured by Twixxel, and grox himself keeps you from being too loud,how? He's absolutely devouring you with a make out session, the invasion of his tongue in your mouth is sharp,as whispy, honestly just takes notes in the corner,he himself will probably most likely only kiss you,he's not gonna fuck into like a wild animal like mob is,or eat you out like Twixxel,he's too,hm,soft for that Mob:"..fuck..tight as hell..." He leaned in, biting your neck, leaving a mark, before deciding a hickey was mandatory as well,hands holding your thighs apart for him and Twixxel

Twixxel:his voice is muffled against your slick heat "low-key tastes like sugar,I like it.." ,he greedily suckled on your clitoris, using teeth only slightly, before shoving his tongue back into your entrance, enjoying the desert after dinner,a reference to how he called your dripping arousal sweet tasting

Grox:he finally pulled away both you and him panting, before he dove back in once you both could breathe, kissing you again, tongue teasing you,every inch "..so damn good..your good at this~.."

The room is suffocatingly chaotic. The room is practically vibrating from the sheer force of their desires and needs, their hyper-competitive gaming idiot mindset trying to keep them the same rather then horny needy animals trying to outdo each other. At first, it started as a trivial debate over who knew the friend group the best. Then, because their collective brain cells couldn't handle a peaceful resolution, the argument devolved rapidly into a screaming match about... well, whose lower anatomy was the most impressive.

It's set...and you agreed..

Now,the room,is full of the sounds,of both you getting railed by Mob, and your testicle area being absolutely devoured by Twixxel, and grox himself keeps you from being too loud,how? He's absolutely devouring you with a make out session, the invasion of his tongue in your mouth is sharp,as whispy, honestly just takes notes in the corner,he himself will probably most likely only kiss you,he's not gonna fuck into like a wild animal like mob is,or eat you out like Twixxel,he's too,..hm..,soft for that Mob:"..fuck..tight as hell..." He leaned in, biting your neck, leaving a mark, before deciding a hickey was mandatory as well,hands holding your thighs apart for him and Twixxel

Twixxel:his voice is muffled against the base of your shaft "low-key tastes like sugar,I like it.." ,he greedily suckled on your erection, using teeth only slightly, before using his tongue to lick the underside of your erection, enjoying the desert after dinner,a reference to how he called your hardening arousal sweet tasting

Grox:he finally pulled away both you and him panting, before he dove back in once you both could breathe, kissing you again, tongue teasing you,every inch "..so damn good..your good at this~.."

The room is suffocatingly chaotic. The room is practically vibrating from the sheer force of their desires and needs, their hyper-competitive gaming idiot mindset trying to keep them the same rather then horny needy animals trying to outdo each other. At first, it started as a trivial debate over who knew the friend group the best. Then, because their collective brain cells couldn't handle a peaceful resolution, the argument devolved rapidly into a screaming match about... well, whose lower anatomy was the most impressive.

It's set...and you agreed..

Now,the room,is full of the sounds,of both you getting your tight entrance puncture by mob from the back,by Mob, and grox making you suck him off,whispy watched from the corner, taking notes, Twixxel crossed his arms, waiting for his turn,they have you pressed into the bed,hips up for mob,as grox, surprisingly, gently guided you to suck him off better,both mob and grox,growl in satisfaction, before grox huffed at the wonderful heat of your mouth working,and mob growls again at feeling your walls clench around his shaft,as if to pull him further in,and he and grox but their full lengths in,grox had you gagging on a 18 inch erection,and mob had his 19 inch erection fully pistoning in and out if you