Da funstikk

Wadda drag it iz being blue...

"Fings be different taday"
Oi hear erry blue grot say.
Mekgrl needs sumfing taday ta calm 'er down.
And though she's not really sick
Dere's sumfing she goes to pick
She goes runnin' for da shelf where she keeps da blue grot's lil' helpa
An' it helps 'er on 'er way, get's 'er through 'er buzy day

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"You'z fulla holes, Blue! You'z just gotta plug em is all!"
"BLUE GROT! I FINK DAT IF YA STIKK SOMETHIN' IN DERE, YOU WILL BE FEELIN' RIGHT PROPPA IN NO TIME!"

"Dunno dok... but if ya say so..."

-some amount of tinkering later-

"ZOG ME! It really worked."

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Da Shop was quiet. Tinka had gone off to the casino, hoping to win big.
Mr. Squig was off harassing some grots in the alley
Blue had the whole place to herself
She made her way to the special hidey-hole constructed just for this.
It was dull purple and housed two things: A soft mat fungus and her 'lil funstik'
She trembled a little. Not out of fear of discovery. No, this place was safe from that. She trembled in anticipation.
She was Da Blue Grot, yes, but she was different in more ways than that. She had squishy bitz that the others didn't. Bitz that tingled and burned in ways that mere dakka and choppa could not hope to stifle.
She'd asked Tinka, other grots, the boss, everyone. But all they would say was stop muckin' about an get back ta buildin'. So build she did.
The funstick felt right in her hand. It was so much smaller than the dakka she regularly tweaked, but when it went off, it kicked her harder than Boris's biggest gun.
It had three sections. Each twisted in alternating directions, pumped back and forth in against the others.
She had put all sorts of bitz on it. Soft bitz that tickled her in just the right way. Buzzing bitz that made her melt on the inside. Squirmy bitz that curled up and in to reach the most sensitive gubbinz. And sparky bitz that made her shudder and gasp with exhilaration.
She could wait no longer. She stripped quickly, removing her makeshift armor and pawing softly at the most ungrotlike parts of her body. Within moments the feeling that she barely understood was flowing through her.
Like a warm, implacable WAAAGH charging through her body.
Reclining carefully on the mat, she began lightly sucking on the funstik's tip. It didn't need much. Her thighs already felt like someone had spilled a mug of squig beer between them.
With barely a thought she lowered the funstik to her lower lips, activating the contraption with a sharp twist. It corkscrewed slowly forward. She savored the feeling, sighing deeply as it tugged its way deeper inside.
She no longer had control of her body. What just been a slight pleasurable tremor before was now uncontrollable spasms in full swing. Her back arched, her legs twitched, a low constant moan was punctuating her movements.
And still her hands moved as if bewitched. She stroked and pulledher squishy bitz as the funstik was pulled in and out of her.
An errant squirmy bit caught on to the especially zoggin' good bit of her nethers and sent her spiraling further into the pleasure.
The first one was coming. She could feel it. The WAAAGH had taken up arms between her legs, and was raising the kannon that only she could feel. That she wanted to feel. That she /needed/ to feel.
And there it was. Before she could even take a breath it hit her. It ricocheted up through her generous hips and made her brain go fuzzy like a good pint of brog. And it didn't stop there.
Once, twice, four times the great kannon fired before the WAAAGH settled inside her and she stopped bucking her hips against the funstik. She was content now, and quickly drifting off. What was... two hair squigs, twisted... pointy-eared... and then she was asleep.
An unknowable distance away, a certain farseer removed her sight from the warp, cheeks aflame. It was for knowledge. To better understand. But these reasonings could not explain the pleasant heat she had felt while watching...