The Sandwiching

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 Within the sacred halls of the Orbiter's Transference Chamber the Operator resided upon a technological throne, awaiting his meal of choice, and before him Saryn sat with her legs crossed working to spread butter on one side of two pieces of bread. Rather than use a griddle or grill, Saryn placed the two pieces of bread atop each of Ember's buttocks. The butter sizzled against the regulated heat of her fiery mounds, a process which often took upward of five minutes to finish.
  "Tell me again why we have to use Ember's fat ass?" Complained Saryn whilst poking at the slices of bread with a spatula.
  The Operator shrugged.
  Saryn placed two slices of cheddar cheese on each of the halves and left them to melt. A single droplet of butter escaped down the curvature of Ember's left buttock and dripped onto her labia which Saryn promptly plucked with an exaggerated twist of her index finger and popped it into the Operator's readily gaping mouth.
  "Could you just cook the damned sandwich and stop playing? My ass may be fat but it isn't your play thing." Groaned Ember before returning to her restful position with her chin propped up by her crossed arms.
  Saryn placed the right slice of bread atop the left, completing the grilled cheese sandwich, and handed it off to the Operator on a small circular saucer. Finally, she lowered her head to Ember's buttocks, extended her forked tongue, and lapped at the remaining crumbs and butter residue to clean it.
  "Y'know, you guys are weird." Jested the Operator between two bites of his sandwich.
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