Mettaton was getting ready for his next live performance on one of his shows, "MTT for the Kids!" (a show aimed at a younger demographic because his other shows such as "Mettaton EXPOSED!" were considered a bit too risque for younger audiences). Alphys had called him earlier informing him that Napstablook's new body was almost nearing completion. This excited him tremendously. FINALLY he'd be able to boost his long time relative's confidence as well as get an acting partner he could trust. Mettaton always did have a soft spot for Napstablook, even if he himself didn't know it.

Today's show for the kids was about cooking with Mettaton. As such, he needed to look and act the part. For the last couple of days, Mettaton had been watching old 50's era shows about housewives, just to get into the role. He also secretly admired the way everything was scripted in these shows. They just screamed bravado and flair, which was some of Mettaton's reasons for loving show-business.

Not to mention that their stockings and bandannas were quite cute little pieces of gear. He might go buy some for Alphys. Perhaps even Napstablook. Oh, who was he kidding, he'd probably put them on himself. He absolutely loved how they fit the actors forms.

"MTT, get your butt over here in 20 minutes, we need to get you polished."

"[b][i]Oh do try and be patient darling! You can't rush perfection.[/b][/i]"

That was also one of the peeves Mettaton hadn't considered when he wanted to join showbusiness. Always these bloody schedules.

Suddenly, the room went dark. Mettaton was startled at first, thinking that perhaps the power had been cut off, but remembered that he could always just switch on his external lights for guidance. But wait, if the power's off, how will the show go on!?

He began to panic, he switched on his lights and began to walk to the door.

Struggling with the doorknob, he tried kicking it open.

Damn, how sturdy [i]are[/i] these things?

Just as he gave the door one final kick, he heard someone mutter something.

"Behind you."

[i][b]WHACK!!![/i][/b]

And Mettaton's vision ceased to be.

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He woke up groggy, and tied up to a chair.

"Where the hell am I?!", Mettaton pondered. This clearly couldn't be part of the show, right? His managers would never physically harm him...

Except Jerry. Scumbag.

"Hello Mettaton, good to see you recovered so fast. I thought you might not be awake in time for the show."

Huh? This was part of the schedule? It seemed way too frisky to be anything the syndicate would handle. Except Jerry, he always did have a thing out for him.

"Uh, darling. You know I don't really believe that right? I mean, I know people have tried to hit on me before but wow."

Huh, Sans' sense of humor really does tend to help in awkward situations, he thought to himself.

[b][i]WHACK!!![/i][/b]

And it all went dark again.

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Occasionally, Mettaton would get moments of consciousness and glimpses into the situation at hand. The first time he woke up again, his head was paining. And he felt his arms had been restrained. The second time he woke up, he was kneeling, arms still tied behind him, this time on an elevated platform, must be a table. Finally, he woke up completely.

"Ahuhuhu, so you're finally awake."

Wait a second. He knows that voice. Rough, punk-ish, feminine... Is that...?

He blinked, and in that second, he noticed the figure in front of him, donned in dominatrix armor, whip in hand.

"Undyne?"

Undyne laughed at his confusion. What in God's name was she doing?

"Ah, you know, I always did hate the way you said my name. Even as normal cuboid robot, I could never get that grating, deep and seductive popstar voice you always tried to put on.

"What the hell are you doing? Why did you beat me?! What's the explanation for this?!"

She smiled at him, baring her crazed smile that always scared Frisk whenever she showed it.

"No explanation. But you're going to [b]love[/b] it."

He gulped. What on earth had he just gotten himself into?

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Mettaton had been lowered to the floor now, the platform he was laying on seemed to lower itself automatically.

Undyne grabbed Mettaton's shapely chin, caressing the solid steel with roughness to match the strength of the material.

"God, ever since I saw you on stage with Frisk dancing, I just [b]KNEW[/b] I had to be in control of you for a session."

Undyne had hissed these words out with an almost insanely obsessed tone of voice.

Mettaton knew exactly where this was headed. No doubt that Undyne and Alphys probably got up to some incredibly freaky and creepy stuff in the bedroom, judging by Undyne's ferocity right now, and how Alphys was up for anything (based on what she told him). He didn't want any of it.

"I saw you, you know, watching those 50's shows. I saw how you squealed like a girl when they hugged their husbands, or how you nearly slobbered when they bent over to pick something up."

"God, you're some kind of pervert alright."

She lets out a loud laugh, this one even more insane sounding than the last.

"Well now, no point in keeping you waiting."

She pulls out two 50's styled stockings and a bandanna, putting them on Mettaton's legs and head.

Strangely, even though Mettaton was feeling immense terror, he didn't want to lose his composure in front of anyone, especially Alphys' dominatrix girlfriend.

"E-eheh, darling. What in heaven's name are you d-doing?"

[b][i]WHACK!!![/b][/i]

"NO TALKING, BITCH"

Mettaton's mouth fell open. This was the first time he had heard anyone swear. The shock was not minimal, to say the least. With that, he began to lose his composure and sense of the situation rapidly.

"Could y-you at least tell me, my friend, what are you going to do?"

And anticipating another smack across the face this time, it didn't happen.

Instead, he felt a tremendous slam on his buttocks.

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It went on for hours, feeling like it would never end.

Whack, degradiation, whack, degradiation.

Mettaton had NEVER experienced humiliation like this, even when he had lost to Frisk.

He began to beg, shouting at first, but with each consecutive blow, his pleas became softer and softer, to the point where he was mewling like a kitten for the pain to stop and the insults to end.

After what seemed like an eternity, it finally stopped.

Tears running down his face, mewling pathetically, he couldn't even begin to think what even the date was, or who he was.

"Ahhhh," he heard Undyne snicker, "you finally look ready."

He then felt something protrude itself inside his anal cavity.

The pain was excruciating, even far worse than the beating he had received. He yelped. The force with which the object inserted itself into his small opening was tremendous. After a few seconds, the object then began rubbing itself against his prostate, before pulling out and ramming itself in again.

Oh god, was Undyne fingering him?

"Yes, [b]YES![/b]", she shouted, as she seemed to almost know what he was thinking.

This continued on and on for a couple of minutes, and slowly he began to feel pressure build up in his nether regions.

Wait a second, did Alphys actually PROGRAM him to have a [b][i]PENIS[/b][/i]?

God, just how twisted WERE his friends?

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Undyne noticed that Mettaton's robotic penis was beginning to emerge. It was a impressive thing, almost 8 inches length, by her estimate. Ribbed too. Damn, Alphys really [b]DID[/b] design his body for sex, what, with the hips, legs, shoulders and ass.

She began to lick her lips. This robotic bitch was going to be hers to control for [b][i]good[/i][/b] after this session. Maybe Alphys would finally get a break.

She thrusted her arm in and out of his ass, almost simulating a penis, massaging his prostate. She could feel his body vibrate with every thrust, his mewling fueling her on even more.

And suddenly, there she saw it. Simulated in its glory.

Robotic precum.

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He couldn't hold it anymore. He didn't want to give this horrible woman any victory of any sort. But he just couldn't take it anymore. This constant rough yet sensual movement was turning him on, and for some twisted reason, he loved it.

WHY was he enjoying it? God, was he actually a pervert?

And when he felt his momentary release, he began to drool, arms near failing to support him anymore.

And then, he began to feel her hand stroking his member.

Slowly at first, but increasing rapidly for a few moments before slowly down to a snail pace, then rapidly again, over and over.

At first, he hated this control she had, but as he felt the pressure building up even more, he couldn't handle it. He wanted it more and more. No, not just want, he thought, [b][i]craved[i]/[b] it. The pipes and shafts in his shaft were beginning to be go into overdrive, pulsating and near exploding with the speed that Undyne was jacking him off with.

How long this went on, he couldn't remember, but he loved almost every second of it. Just when he thought when he was about to die from this overwhelming sensation, he felt as if a rocket had been set off in his nether regions, and in that moment, he experienced bliss that he thought could not be possible.

He had ejaculated.

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