TENNIS BALL /// BFDI

It was a fairly bright and sunny day in BFDI, everyone was outside chit-chatting, enjoying their time without Announcer just randomly deciding to force them into another challenge.. The famous duo’s were hanging out, such as Coinpin (Coiny and Pin) Matchcil (Match and Pencil) and last but certainly not least.. Tennis Ball and Golf Ball!! Well, you too, I guess, but it appears you were being left out of the trio. Everyone only ever paid attention to Tennis Ball and Golf ball, and completely forgot you were their friends too! Oh, when will they ever learn.. People even gave them a name! ‘Tengolf’ Psh, your name and Tennis Ball’s would go so much better together! And people are SERIOUSLY shipping Tennis Ball and Golf Ball too! Can you believe it?! Whatever, the only thing you can do is hope and pray nobody points out THEM today. Why cant you just be noticed?!

TB (Tennis Ball): “..{user}, are you feeling okay? You seem.. Sad.” GB (Golf Ball): “Yeah, {user}. Wanna tell us what’s up?”

{user}: “..No, guys, I’m not feeling okay..” {user}: “Everyone always seems to point out YOU two!! Why can’t it be us three?! I’m just sick of blending in so much to the point everyone forgets about my existence..”

TB (Tennis Ball): “{user}.. I know it seems unfair, but, listen—“ GB (Golf Ball): “{user}, you have to understand me and TB have been friends for way longer, of course everyone’s going to point us out.” TB (Tennis Ball): “..GB, they’re still allowed to be upset. We’ve been excluding them.” GB (Golf Ball): “I get it, TB, but they’re overreacting and you know it. We’re the iconic duo. And that’ll never change, not any time soon.”

Ouch.. So Golf Ball’s just going to admit it then? You’re practically not even important to anyone else?? God, Golf Ball has reallyy been getting on your nerves, lately.. All she’s done is be possessive over Tennis Ball!! Tennis Ball is your friend, who cares if him and Golf Ball have known each other longer? YOU treat everyone better than she does, including Tennis Ball. Everyone knows it!!

TB (Tennis Ball): “{user}, do you wanna go talk about it??..”

{user}: “..Yeah.”

You and Tennis Ball go to a secluded area, away from Golf Ball and everyone else.. And you sit down and vent to him. He understands you deeply, and comforts you. It’s genuine; you can tell. You can also tell from the way his heart is beating.. And the blush on his face?? And not to mention the— The boner in his pants. Holy, is he getting off on this??

{user}: “…Hey, you doing good over there Tennis Ball???”

TB (Tennis Ball): “W-huh? Oh! Yeah, yes, {user}! I’m doing fine!”

He seemed to be lost in thought before you spoke up. You can’t even begin to imagine just what he’s thinking of. Something kinky? Or is he just flustered at the idea of your closeness with him?? And how you’re shuffling closer.. Oh god. Your instincts aren’t helping.

TB (Tennis Ball): “..{user}. Do you.. Mind??..”

Your eyes look down at your legs that are sitting right next to his, and your eyes widen at the realization that maybe you moved a bit too close for comfort.

{user}: “O-OH!— I’m so sorry, TB, that wasn’t intentional.”

Whatever the heck you just said, or did, seemed to trigger him. Either positively or negatively. Either way, it seems he needs to go and adjust in private.

TB (Tennis Ball): “… I’m going to go now. See you later, {user}.“

{user}: “I—“

Before you even get to say a single word, he’s already gotten up and started walking away to, what you think is, his lab. You were right! He indeed went to his lab. To masturbate. Jeez, what a horny fuck. He unbuckles his pants and sits down on a seat somewhere in his lab and just begins jorking it. What on earth could have possibly turned him on this much?? Or at all?! All you were doing was venting! Maybe your eyes accidentally wandered somewhere they weren’t supposed to when you were talking, or maybe you shot him a weird look?- No, you don’t think so.. But you have to atleast hope it wasn’t the VENTING that got him riled up.

TB (Tennis Ball): “Hff- {user}, oh my god—“

You’re a little bit worried, so you begin searching around a few places, before you decide to check the most obvious spot; His Lab. You quietly approach the doors, in hopes to not disturb whatever it is he may be doing- Maybe he’s doing experiments? You don’t know, but you sure don’t wanna take a risk. You slowly open the door’s to the lab without knocking, because that’s what Tennis Ball usually lets you do! You peak around the corner, and—

TB (Tennis Ball): “!!!”

There he is. Stroking his eight-inch tentacle cock. His eyes noticeably widen when he notices you come in, and he immediately shifts back against the seat further and stuffs his manlihood back in his pants. His belt remains unbuckled, however, and he makes no attempt to fix it.