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Bobby stood outside the door to the penthouse apartment, four coffees and a bag of pastries balanced precariously in his arms. “Girls! I brought coffee!” he shouted out, readjusting his grip on the stack of goodies. There was no response. Letting out a sharp sigh, he shifted his weight and kicked at the door with his foot. “Hello? Anybody home?” He tried again.
He was just about to kick the door again when he heard heavy footsteps from the other side of the door. Almost too heavy.
“Oh thank god, I kinda have my hands full here— holy honmoon what the fuck is that”
The door had swung open, revealing not Rumi, but some sort of sentient refrigerator with a purple braid.
“Morning Bobby” she said through a yawn, her freezer door flapping open and closed with each word she spoke. The coffee in Bobby’s hands dropped to the ground with a wet thunk as he stared at her, frozen in place.
“Shit Bobby, you ok?” she said. She leaned forward to help clean up the mess, but her body wouldn’t bend.
What the fuck?
She looked down at her legs, or at least where they should be, and let out a surprised gasp. Her body was strangely rectangular. And cold. She let out a blood curdling scream, chunks of ice tumbling from her open freezer door and shattering on the ground below.
A series of heavy thunks sounded behind her, and she whipped around to see the fanciest refrigerator she had ever laid eyes on moving toward her. Her body was sleek and polished stainless steel, tall doors framing an elegant water dispenser and an led screen that blinked at her in concern. Long pink ponytails sprouted from the top of the fridge, cascading effortlessly around her sides. Rumi’s freezer door hung open as she stared at what she assumed was Mira in awe.
“Why are you screaming— HOLY FUCKING SHIT WHY ARE YOU A REFRIGERATOR” Mira glanced down at her own body in horror. “WHY AM I A REFRIGERATOR?!?!?!”
Bobby had seen enough. He crumpled to the ground, passing out face first in the puddle of coffee staining the ground.
“I— I— it’s gonna be ok. We’re gonna figure this out” Rumi said through shaking breaths. They both stared down at Bobby in silence for a moment, trying to wrap their heads around what just happened. A flurry of smaller thuds echoed down the hallway, and both of them turned around in horror to see a small red mini fridge thumping towards them.
“Zoey!” Mira called out.
“Mira! You guys aren’t gonna believe this—“ Zoey started before stopping dead in her tracks. Her door swung open as a strangled cry sounded from deep within her. “No.. No.. This can’t be happening.”
“It’s ok Zo— we don’t know what’s happening either, but it’s gonna be ok” Rumi said, as calmly as she could manage, despite her coils pulsing with fear.
“No its not that” Zoey responded, droplets of coolant running dripping from her open door like tears overflowing. “It’s just.. It’s just..”
“Breathe Zoey” Mira said gently, moving towards the smaller fridge, close enough to bump handles.
“Its just that… its not fair”
“I know Zo” Rumi responded, coolant of her own threatening to spill from her freezer.
“Its not fair! Why am I a mini fridge!” Zoey yelled out, her door quivering with emotion. “You guys are both big and tall and fancy, Mira even has a water dispenser, and I’m… I’m…”
Mira and Rumi exchanged confused glances.
“That’s— that’s what you’re worried about?” Mira asked, her screen lighting up in horror.
“YES! Easy for you to say, you have a fucking water dispenser!” Zoey cried.
A harsh rattling noise sounded beside her, and Mira glanced over to Rumi in concern.
“Rumi? You ok?” she asked.
Rumi’s freezer door pulsed in time with the crackling laughter that spilled out of her.
Mira began to chuckle as well. Zoey stared at them, her small body shivering in rage.
This only made them laugh harder.
“This isn’t funny guys!” Zoey shouted, her door aggressively swinging on its hinges.
Mira’s entire frame rippled with laughter, small spurts of water spilling from her dispenser.
“Oh come on Zo” she choked out between giggles. “You’re adorable.”
Zoey let out a small chuckle. “Wait really?” she said.
This set of another chain of laughter, coolant dripping down their faces.
Finally, once the laughter had died down, the girls cast their eyes down at Bobby, still laying face down in the puddle of coffee.
“So, uh… we can’t just leave him there. Right?” Rumi said, glancing back at the girls.
“I mean, ideally not, but how are we supposed to get him inside?” Zoey said hesitantly.
“I say we leave him. He’ll be fine.” Mira said matter of factly. “Do you guys maybe wanna… pick up where we left off last night?”
“MIRA we can’t just…” Rumi started, but paused, taking in Mira’s slender silver frame. Her compressor buzzed at the sight of her. Mira’s screen flashed pink.
“Then what’s that look for?” Mira asked, something that passed for a sensual smile flashing across her screen. She inched closer to Rumi, her handles brushing against her side. Heat pulsed through Rumi’s coils as she let out a soft gasp.
“Fine” she choked out. “But afterwards, we figure this out. There has to be some sort of glitch in the honmoon.”
Zoey zipped forward, slamming the door shut with her face. She turned to face the girls, her compressor thumping violently inside her.
“Hey Rumi” she said with something that felt like a smile, but nobody could know for sure. “Is your refrigerator running?”
Rumi stared down at her in stunned silence. “What? I mean, yes? I think so? I’m still alive so..”
“WELL THEN YOU BETTER GO CATCH IT!” Zoey exclaimed as she zoomed off towards the the living room. Mira let out a soft chuckle before moving to follow her.
The three of them stood in the center of the of the room, close enough to feel each others coils humming. Mira’s handle reached out, slowly caressing Zoey’s door. Rumi pressed in behind them, her compressor threatening to burst out of her chest. Slowly, Mira’s door creaked open, a flash of cold air brushing where Zoey’s cheeks would have been if she still had a face.
“Oh Mira!” she cried out, leaning into the cold. Rumi came up behind her, tracing her back with her bottom handle. Zoey let out a soft gasp as one of Rumi’s drawers popped open, pressing into her back.
They moved together in unison, metal meeting metal in a flurry of thrashing parts. Rumi reached her handle into the crack between Mira’s doors, sending her coils vibrating. Slowly, she pried them open, and Mira stifled a moan. Slowly, Zoey pushed her way inside, her small body perfectly fitting the space in Mira’s wide open freezer. Mira let out a cry as Zoey caressed her from the inside. Her handle reached out, slipping into Rumi’s open door. Rumi cried out as she rubbed against her vents.
Mira was screaming now, bursts of pleasure ripping through her. Her water dispenser opened completely, gushing a stream of cold liquid onto the floor.
They stood there in silence for a moment, doors interlocked, processing what they had just done.
Slowly, they pulled themselves apart.
“Well… that was…” Mira started.
“The most amazing experience of my entire life?” Zoey said.
“Something like that” Rumi remarked, glancing anxiously toward the front door. “Soooo… can we call Celine now?”
“Yeah. Yeah lets do that” Zoey responded.
THE END