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Golfball let out a huff, she wasn't truely annoyed with Tennisball as the larger ball nudged against her side. The two objects were settled in bed after a long day in the lab, a particularly intense experiment has left marks on the two. They both still smelt like smoke even after a bath, Tennisballs fuzz had patches charred.
"I didn't notice that before" he mumbled prompting her to look up, due to her shape she couldn't see what he was looking at.
"Notice what"
"There's a crack"
Golfball grumbled, that would explain the pain.
They feel silent again before Tennisball resumed his nightly routine of kissing at her dimples like he was trying to map all 336 of them. He came to the crack again, splitting her hard shell. He could see the soft yellow peeking through, rubber he figured.
He shivered as an idea crossed his mind- if she killed him for this it was worth it.
Experimentally he licked into the crack, humming at the texture that met his tongue. It was so different from her urethane shell.
Golfballs grunt was immediate, a confused sound as she squirmed under his tongue-
"What was the meaning of that!" she snapped, not entirely hating the feeling- just confused.
"Curious" he responded calmly, shuffling backwards to look at her face, grinning at the flushed look plastered over it. "Did it hurt?"
"The sensation was enjoyable I guess, just warn me if you do that again."
With that he went back, nuzzling at her shell and licking into her again, Smiling at the squeak it drew. He couldn't help but wonder what her second mantle and core might feel like on his tongue- questions for another day he figured.
Anatomy of objects wasn't entirely understood yet, in-fact it was different for almost every object, but all following a pattern.
He wanted to study every inch of her, learn how her body functioned, watch her heart beat for himself. Tennisball wanted to se with his own eyes how her body carrying out functions to keep the wonderful, brilliant woman he loved alive.
He 'nosed' further at the crack in her shell, electing another grunt from Golfball as he greedily lapped at the rubber. His mind ran a million miles a minute with images of her, peeling back her layers and documenting it all, his golfie.
He wondered if her core was where her heart was kept or perhaps it houses her brain. He knew it was likely made up of polybutadiene, strong and resistant, fitting for such a woman. He wondered if she could survive without her outer shell, if so would she be more sensitive without it?
Maybe he'd dig his teeth into the softer rubber of her inner mantle, ripping her apart with his teeth. Feeling her in every way possible. He wondered if the inside of her core was the same feel as her cock or solid all the way through. What if he could bite through it?
He wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting like that but her voice snapped him back to reality.
"Tennisball?"
"Yes Golfie?"
"Are you okay? you've been staring at me without doing anything"
All he could manage was a nod. She rolled him away and into the pillows, making him giggle in surprise. His legs kicked to right himself, a small smile gracing his face as he felt her press into his fuzz.