[It hadn't been a wish Mettaton was entertaining here, though he couldn't help but perk up a bit when he thought about the prospect of... wishing for a cock?? Oh, the trouble that would pose for his synthetic body... How would it be powered? Would vessels and nerves go to it? Where would the fluid come from to encourage an erection? Mettaton had gone through too much anatomy study for these details to escape him, where maybe once upon a time he would've dismissed them. He had to work for his ability to shapeshift.
(Now there was an idea... The ability to fully shapeshift! Nerves and all, and without any effort—wouldn't that mean that the skies were the limit?)
Wishes were an answer. But he knew with all of his heart that he'd started this encounter with true arousal, even if Emet-Selch couldn't feel it, couldn't hold it, couldn't swallow it. He knew he felt pleasure in his ways, and he would have to build up to a point where Emet-Selch could trust that—and find pleasure in the scene himself.
Still, he giggles lightly, heartened by the suggestion. It sounded absurd... if something that could really be wished for. What would be the harm?]
Now you're thinking big. [Offering up another kiss to his hairline, Mettaton rests his cheek atop his head.] We'll see. But don't lose heart in me, darling.
[Emet-Selch may be concretely sure that he would not find himself raring to try again, which meant that Mettaton knew he had his work cut out for him. That, or he'd require a wish that could bring him back to the way he was in Aefenglom... Or something.]
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(Now there was an idea... The ability to fully shapeshift! Nerves and all, and without any effort—wouldn't that mean that the skies were the limit?)
Wishes were an answer. But he knew with all of his heart that he'd started this encounter with true arousal, even if Emet-Selch couldn't feel it, couldn't hold it, couldn't swallow it. He knew he felt pleasure in his ways, and he would have to build up to a point where Emet-Selch could trust that—and find pleasure in the scene himself.
Still, he giggles lightly, heartened by the suggestion. It sounded absurd... if something that could really be wished for. What would be the harm?]
Now you're thinking big. [Offering up another kiss to his hairline, Mettaton rests his cheek atop his head.] We'll see. But don't lose heart in me, darling.
[Emet-Selch may be concretely sure that he would not find himself raring to try again, which meant that Mettaton knew he had his work cut out for him. That, or he'd require a wish that could bring him back to the way he was in Aefenglom... Or something.]