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"Gex...please."

That was a word he hadn't heard in a while. Normally this would be the part where he would thumb the power switch on the remote, wielding it like a phaser towards the static-warped Frankenstein cyberpunk image of his archenemy after he tried pulling some Darth Vader crap on him. But something stopped him when he heard that word, it was magic after all as the Partridge family could attest to.

"Please?" The gecko lowered his weapon of choice. "You got a face like OJ Simpson's glove and you think I'M gonna be swayed over by you askin' pwetty pwease don' hurt me?!"

"I only want to...to be with you," murmured the cyborg within a flickering TV screen. "I...my mind was distorted by the influence of this dimension. Now that I am weak, and you have freed me from its voices I can finally see you the way I wanted to. I chased you for a reason, not to torture you, but to find you."

"Alright look, Rez, this whole nemesis schtick wasn't funny the first time and now I'm missing the Fresh Prince because of you!"

"My methods were cruel only because my mind was unclean."

"Like an LAPD office party."

"But in the deepest recesses of my mind I knew you. I...remembered you. I wanted to find our family, but you were the only one I could reach. Your face lit up in front of the television, a face I remember so well back when you were but a hatchling in Hawaii."

"Mmhmm."

Gex did not listen, tapping the remote against his leg as he looked around the strange infernal lair they had faced off in. A pool of static sizzled like a gaseous-solid mix with seething hatred, televisions lined the walls in a dizzying array of test colour patterns and flickering images ranging from frogs to presidents to that one Shirley Temple commercial where you could buy all her songs for just $49.99. Rez's image had faded from every other screen except the one behind him, half-buried in the crumpled floor of plated steel and corrugated iron that surely came from some Roswell loon's basement.

"I was corrupted by my accident," continued Rez, "the little consciousness I had was spread across the junkyard I fell into, slowly piecing myself together with tapioca pudding and band-aids. You see this static, this noise liquefied that pours into every fibre of the Media Dimension? That is the pure essence of Rez...the essence that built me a body, took me over and so my existence became part of the Media Dimension."

"Yea-yea-yeah sure," said Gex waving a hand back at him, "you totally didn't look up the space shuttle accident on AOL and use that against me just to try and make me spare you, you're just a metalhead that can't stand the fact that I WHUPPED yo' ass once, when you thought I was some Rush Limbaugh-loving jerk whose only exercise was lifting his thumb once a week!"

"I only wanted to find you. Not destroy you, that was Rez's doing, not me, I TRIED to resist him! "

"OH, I'm sorry you really think this Son o' Sam defence is gonna work on me?! Buddy."

The gecko twirled his remote like a revolver, fwipping it up into the air with a showy flair and a constant sneer of exasperation plastered on his cheeks.

"I've watched every episode of Magnum PI, Dragnet AND all six episodes of Police Squad."

"Really?" said Rez genuinely curious. "But, only four of them were ever broadcast on TV."

"You'd be surprised what public cable can dig up but, point is, you ain't gonna worm your way outta this. You dragged me in here once makin' me run on conveyor belts an' boppin' balls longer than Jane Fonda spent touring Vietnam, an' the only reason I came back in was cuz the MAN was so kind to ask me...after dragging me into a cold room an' bribin' me with the moolah."

"Then what can I do, to make you believe me?"

"UH, nothing, so it's time to make a wish before you go BEEP!"

"WAIT, tail time!"

"...huh?" He stopped with remote pointed straight upon the beastly frilled head.

"I remember you...saying that when we fought, when the last vestiges of Rez's influence weakened from me."

"Yeah, it's my thing, yanno I'm thinking of making it like a catchphrase like trademarked, you can do that right? I mean sure fast food companies get to do it so why not me."

"You...hm...hhhhmhmhmhmh...hhhhmhmhahahahaa...hhhhahahahahahaha."

When Rez laughed before it was wicked, diabolical like Mr. Burns or whoever owned Fox by this point but this laugh was different. It was oddly gentle and warm-hearted, even through the melding voice of the creepy mechanical beast which seemed to blur and distort like a saturday morning villain. That laugh frightened him more than he thought because it was strangely familiar.

"What, you, you too cheap to buy a laugh track now fer yourself, what's so funny?!"

"You remember when your father came home from his days at NASA, the family was happy and food was on the table? Smooth honeyed cricket paella with extra grasshoppers."

"Yeaaaaah mom always was a great cook, she even taught monkeys how to cook and I don't mean the pasty ones on ABC."

"The food was hot, the warm island air filtering through the house as we would finish eating."

"Pretty sure you can't eat, by the way Spielberg wants his shark face back."

"Before you went to bed, do you remember what you and your father used to do?"

"We watched TV?" the gecko said with oblivious shrug. "What else was I gonna do, ukulele classes aren't on at night."

"Your father would pull you up in his arms and say one thing. And you knew it was coming, you always loved it with the greatest smile on your face because it was the one time of day that you and your father could sit on your tails and do nothing but watch TV...for the next hour and a half before bed."

"Wait...w-wuh-wait, what?"

"What would I say to you? Guess what time it is."

"Come on son...guess what time it is?"

Staring at his father's eyes, the little hatchling sighed and curled up tighter against his neck, a little ball of green with purple scales down his back as he smiled broadly. He desperately tried not to yawn but his face contorted with a rigid jaw as half of his breath rattled out of his rubbery snout.

"Hmhmhahah, tired champ?"

"N-nuh, nuh-uh," he whimpered, "I-i'm good dad."

"You sure? Can always hold it off for tomorrow."

"No! No I'm awake, come on dad we do it every night when yer back!"

"Alright then...come on let's see what's on."

The warm Hawaiian breeze drifted through their window as the sounds of the ocean lapped faintly from beyond their hearing almost.

They sat on the sofa together, the small gecko sitting up in his father's lap with tails hanging between their legs over the couch's side. He felt his dad wrap an arm around his waist, pulling him close with his other hand taking the remote and aiming it at their TV.

"What you wanna watch tonight?" asked his father. "Heard they got Back to the Future on Channel Three."

"YEAH!" he squeaked. "That movie's awesome!"

"Alright then, let's click it on-"

"WAIT! W-wait you gotta say it, y-you gotta say it first!"

"Hahaha, oh yes I almost forgot. How about YOU say it this night?"

"H-huh?!"

His father handed him the remote, gently guiding his son's thumb towards the correct channel button.

"Go on. Tell me what time it is."

The look in Gex's eyes was that of awe when staring up at his father, a strange sense of honour as if knighted for a duty to the errant gods of this land. His sword in his hand that trembled with destiny, a seething power from its plastic handle and smooth rubber-spackled surface, each one of which was a gateway to a new world of thrills and chills. The young gecko braced himself as he turned his head back towards that technicolour cube, the portal to dreams and nightmares beyond any of their means.

"It...it's...it's tail time!"

CLICK

Gex dropped the remote. His head felt warm as his legs turned to jelly, stumbling slightly until he fell on his knees and resisted the urge to vomit from the uncomfortable tightness in his gut. Fingers clenched with little suckerpads popping against the metal floor as he looked up towards Rez's image on the screen.

"H-heh, hehehehe, g-good one 'dad', good that's uh...I'll have creepy stalkers secrets fer two-hundred Alex, you been stalkin' me for THAT long, even back when I was a kid?!"

"Search your feelings, you know it to be true."

"NO! NO NO NO, NOOO you already DID that Darth Vader crap!"

"I'm sorry, I really just liked that movie Gex. You know it was my favourite."

"NO IT WASN'T CUZ YER NOT MY DAD!"

"Please stop fighting me Gex."

"UH-UH! UH-UH I WON, I ALREADY BEAT YOU, THE G-MEN ARE GONNA GIVE ME MONEY, AND I'M GONNA BE DIPPIN' MY TAIL INTO SOME GIRL'S BED TONIGHT!"

"Then let me prove to you I am your father. Ask me something."

"Huh?!"

"Ask me something only your father would know. If I get it wrong, I will let you banish me and you return back. But if I am right...then I only wish to spend time with you."

Staggering on his feet, Gex pondered this fair deal with a scritch of his smooth throat recomposing himself. His cocky grin returned to him with some consideration as he picked up the remote once more ready to fire at a moment's notice.

"Okay then 'daddy'...this one's for the big money, no whammies. What was the first TV show I ever watched?"

Rez closed his eyes thinking calmly to himself, long copper-tinted claws woven from stripped circuits and transistors caressing his pointed chin.

"Happy Days."

"...hmph, lucky guess, alright what episode, come on, why would a kid like me watch the Fonz?"

"The shark. You laughed when Fonzie jumped over the shark, it was the first time you watched a television and you could not stop laughing."

"...heh, pfffft th-that can't be right, you know why?!" Because that episode was broadcast in 1977, I'm too young fer that, so HAH!"

"It was a marathon they were running on ABC. Your mother liked the show, she kept it on because she said she liked hearing-"

"Voices in the house...while you were...away."

Slumping onto the floor with his tail between his legs, the gecko sat himself in front of his reconstructed father with hands clasped underneath his chin. The remote laid discarded next to him as he slapped his tongue across his lips, frantically trying to weave his way out of this. It was a nervous tic, wettening his cheeks with his gecko tongue as he burned his stare into Rez with infuriating arrogance to defy him. He had to. He needed to.

"So...let's just say, you're my dad, NOT saying you are cuz I ain't gonna fall for your tricks, but if you are...whaddayou want anyway?!"

"Freedom. From these static shores, from Rez's influence seeping through my ears and eyes, just so I can escape. Rez wanted you because he was fascinated by you. He felt my memories of you and I became his host, a demon possessing me."

"And why should I think you're even talking to me now and not Rez, 'dad'?"

"Rez would not know the things that I know. He has my body, but he does not have my mind."

"Heh...so is there a way to defeat Rez? Like actually get him the hell out of you?"

"Rez is an essence, a wretched cancer that infects throughout the Media Dimension and so long as I remain here I too will succumb to him. Help me free. That portable TV, there."

The monster pointed over to a small screen wedged into the wall with a handle coming off it.

"Transfer me into it, then take me to the Disney vault."

"Huh, why?"

"Because nothing gets inside it. Not even Rez."

"Uhhh, and how are YOU gonna get inside big guy? What were you Walt's waterboy or something?!"

"I was one of the enlightened few as an engineer to know the secrets of the Disney vault, and sworn under contract."

"Wait, how?!" squawked Gex swinging arms out.

"I worked at NASA, Disney hired a few of us to help construct their new theme park."

"Wow, you said Disney so much we're gonna get sued the crap off us."

"I am sure your government friends will waiver immunity."

"Pfft, buddy Disney IS the government. Alright."

The gecko hopped up walking over to the small portable TV that he wrenched from the wall and plunked down in front of Rez's prison.

"Now, take that remote and press Source twice."

"I know how to work a remote," said Gex snatching it up, "I have like, twelve of these at home, heck I'm the only guy in all of the United States that even set the VCR clock!"

"Really? Why, you can't afford a watch?"

"Yeah but I gotta lift my arm or turn my head to look at it, why do that when I can just look slightly down and see the time right there below Urkel White's stupid pants?"

"Hmm. Perhaps you can get a job after this if you're that smart."

"Naaah, I'm too smart fer that."

Clicking the Source button twice, Rez's image faded from one television to another as his father's corrupted face leered up at him from his tinier visage. The gecko picked up the porta-TV and walked out of Rez's lair, bursting through the staticky gate and back into the hub world between channels. A strange empty void of doric columns and statues of himself which he never understood but did not question. He wandered with Rez underneath his fingers, towards the sacred vault of cherished digestible family classics of animation which laid buried far beneath the realms of media.

Wading through M*A*S*H reruns and repeating Hanna-Barbera backdrops, beyond the realm of christmas movies and slipsliding through Friday the 13th sequels with machetes flying past his head, Gex eventually managed to swerve his way through to the legendary vault. Two of them before him.

"Uh, hey." Gex lifted up the small TV to his face. "Whysere two of 'em?!"

"One is for memorabilia. The other is for personnel, that is currently empty."

"Huh, why, wouldn't Walt be at least in there?"

"No he is in a special place. I am not at liberty to say, or else I would be assassinated by two chipmunks in the dead of night."

"Wow...no kidding, alright so uh you wanna open this?"

"If you trust me enough to do so yes. Just press Eject."

The gecko did so, allowing Rez to vault free from his bindings of cathode ray tubes and transmissional frequencies as he appeared fully before Gex once more. The frilled head of plated steel with screwbolt eyes and a shark's grin sat upon a burly blocky chest supported by a single hovering jet where his legs should be. Thin claws tapped at the keypad as the personnel vault opened to reveal an empty space, with some various supplies left inside and well-preserved for any future apocalypse/revolution that would warrant such. But beyond that it was a surprisingly comfortable vault with featureless walls and seats and separate rooms.

"Sheesh, this place is bigger than Siegfried and Roy's wardrobe."

"Noooo I think theirs is bigger. Remember there are two of them."

"Yeah but they synchronise clothes I mean they gotta share one closet right?"

"I am not certain, maybe when your references are actually relevant someday I might be able to tell you."

"Alright sure."

They sat down onto the chairs and relaxed as the vault closed its door. There was no static, not even from the TV which now was turned off and set aside to the floor as Rez sighed with an unholy peace. His eyes closed as he slumped exhausted with a heavy thud into a comfy chair.

"Hhhhhaaaaaahhhhh...the voices have faded."

"Great, now you can stop trying to murder me!"

"Yes...I hope this is not weird to you."

"Oh what ya kidding, hiding in a vault with my nemesis who claims to be my dad and is trying to get out of some weird junky brainwashing from the Media Dimension!? No, no that's not weird at all no!" Gex fwipped himself back on his feet. "What's WEIRD for me is when they show Underdog reruns in this day and age, or why all the big Hanna-Barbera shows are just ripoffs of the 50s like what, they couldn't do what Tom an' Jerry did?!"

"It is strange, I agree. I enjoyed Top Cat."

"I liked Flintstones myself, at least they got some extra jokes in with all the animals."

"Hmhmhm, it's a living."

"...so, why'd you become an astronaut?"

Rez turned towards his son with intrigue and hope in his blank steel gaze whilst Gex swept a hand across his bald head.

"I mean, just, IF you're my dad you'd have an answer fer that don't you?!"

"Well...when I was a hatchling I used to watch Star Trek. I love science fiction, you remember I said my favourite movie was Empire Strikes Back."

"Wrong series, jeez are you that old already?"

"What I meant was that ever since I first saw the USS Enterprise glide across my screen with a crew of humans from different races, for once, working together to explore strange new worlds and boldly go where no man had gone before...I wanted to be Captain Kirk."

"Heh, you an' me both. Gettin' all that tail from all them space alien babes."

"I was more into the strange new worlds," said Rez cocking his head. "Do you ever think without that brain between your legs?"

"Wha sure I do!" argued the son slumping himself back into the seat. "It's just more fun thinkin' with that part!"

"And what is it telling you now?"

"It's tellin' me if I don't get laid in the next twenty hours I'm gonna go CRAZY!"

"Hmph...always were an excitable little gecko. I am not surprised."

"Well I mean, you had mom...an' you did enough to have me an' the rest of us."

"Enough yes..perhaps I should show you."

"Wha-h-huh?!"

"You must have had a lot of, ahem, ladies in your bed."

"Yeah s-sure I do, lots of 'em! An' ever since I got rich plenty more!"

"How often do you spend the night with one?" Rez leaned over his seat towards Gex with his best attempt at a non-threatening smile.

"Like every WEEK, you know it!"

"Hmph, just the same as I used to."

"Used to? What you can't find nobody to bang round here, I bet you anythin' Betty Rubble is DESPERATE!"

"I learned very early in life not to get involved with married women...or men."

"...wait, men? You...swing that way too?"

"Yes. That's not a problem is it Gex?"

He leaned even further with one hand propping up his chin to watch the gecko's reaction. A mixture of nerves and awkwardness flustered him as he pulled his neck like a collar.

"Uhhh n-n-no, why would it be, I don't got a problem, I'm cool I'm with it, I'm not gonna be gay-I MEAN against gay guys what's the problem?!?!"

"Oh, you've never had experiences with a man Gex?"

"N-NO, WHO TOLD YOU THAT!?" Gex flitted his eyes back and forth with fingers clenched against the armrests. "N-nobody done anythin' and if some guy called Barry ever told you anythin' then he's a filthy liar, he's Tom Arnold to my Roseanne don't listen to him!"

"Well...if you are not experienced, perhaps I can help you."

"Wh-WHAT!?" At this point Gex pulled his body up to perch upon the seat. "Wh-what the HELL is your deal, you trap me in a vault just so you wanna hide the sausage?!"

"No, not at all...but I have been DESPERATELY pent up, and you know as well as I do that being trapped for so long without any...form of relief is playing hell with my body."

"You don't HAVE a body!"

"I still have enough of one...inside this. Might I offer a suggestion?"

"Uuuuugh...you gonna make me...do stuff with ya?"

"You do not have to...but I can help you find relief in turn, assist each other. I know you must be pent up Gex...and not a lady in sight around here until I recover enough so we can escape."

"I could just leave you here."

"And without me you won't get your money."

Gex sighed with a growing frustration. The talk about ladies had started to arouse him but he also knew that Rez had a point in that he could not leave without him. He started to lick his cheeks again which made Rez chuckle.

"You used to do that when you were young and nervous too."

"Sh-shut up dad, OH!" Gex clasped a hand to his mouth.

"Ahhh so you DO believe me."

"N-NO IT WAS JUST A REFLEX, it's like uh, uh, Woody Allen's wife!"

"You can throw as many roasts as you like to defend yourself but you believe me one way or another Gex."

"I'm not fallin' fer that," the gecko crossed his arms and legs fiercely tight. "I'm only keepin' ya with me so we can get outta here an' turn you over to the feds."

"I see. Then you won't mind if I offer you some relief."

"What like a drink?"

"No."

The machinist hovered from his seat with a gentle hum of his jet, a soft trembling burn as he floated across the floor to "stand" before his nemesis. Just above his engine was a compartment in the crotch area, one made of a smooth rubbery substance that blended with his hard steel body as it opened up to reveal something bizarre. Flesh. Actual penile flesh sprouting from a rubber slit that startled Gex even further. It looked exactly like his own.

"Do you believe me now, son?"

"...ohhhh jeez you really wanna do this." The lip-smacking started again as he rubbed his neck. "Wh-what-you-really?! We doing this?!"

"If you do not believe me to be your father, then this will just be an unusual tryst and not like 'Woody Allen's wife' as you so eloquently put it."

"Well no, I'm not a kid so either way it wouldn't be, this is...wow I can't believe I'm saying this is actually less creepy even IF you were my dad...actually when you put it that way this don't seem that bad I could uh...u-uh...kinda sorta do stuff with ya."

"Hhhhmhmhmhahaha...well. I know that you and I are such virile geckos and we must find a way to sate ourselves until we are able to escape the Media Dimension proper. Whatever happens in the vault stays inside this vault."

"...hhhhhh...alright." The gecko relaxed in a sense of futile acceptance as he moved himself forwards. "That IS your dick though right, like, not something you made?"

"It is my original one yes...the one you came from."

"Ohohokay I still don't believe you on that and I thought we were going for LESS creepy."

"Hmhmhm, sorry...so...shall we?"

"...yeah, alright, sure I mean yer not my dad like I been saying so it wouldn't be weird or anything right?!"

"Right, as you said."

"But you uh...you are gonna give ME some right?"

"Of course, scout's honour."

The beastly lord of the Media Dimension made a cross of his fingers in the honoured Boy Scouts fashion and hovered closer to the gecko who gulped with growing nerves at the strangely familiar shaft pulsing before his eyes. He felt embarrassed for a rare time of his life, feeling himself become aroused by the clean musk radiating from Rez's cock as he gently licked across the bulbous tip. It definitely tasted like cock, and the fact he knew what that tasted like made him feel shameful. But he continued to lick, his soft smooth gecko tongue flicking across the glans as Rez sighed with a peaceful noise.

"Mmmmmmhhhhhh...a-aaaah...yessss..."

Gex started to put his lips on the firm meat, which now had risen to a prominent 8 inches of hot red shaft as he gingerly wrapped his sticky fingers round it to hold it steady. Swallowing deeper, the first two inches slipped into his warm permeable mouth as his cheeks puffed with clumsy skill. The tongue was his best asset, slipping and stretching along the thick surface of the cock, swirling round and round in a helter-skelter fashion to reach the base. He squeezed around the trembling dick tightly, clenching to pleasure him as he throated deeper and deeper.

"H-haaaaah...aaaaaah Gex...hhhhhh...that's it...such a talented boy you are."

The praise made him feel strangely happy, despite who it was from as it encouraged him to go further. His throat was rather flexible with gecko proportions, managing to take the entire cock inside without choking as he sucked tenderly. Sometimes he sucked hard as if slurping through a straw whilst other times he pulled back to make a small nursing motion with puckered lips. Through all of this Gex became increasingly hard, a full single 6-inch cock with slenderous proportions.

Slowly the gecko pulled himself free from Rez's dick, slobbering across the shaft as he made slow dragging motions of the tongue from base to tip, numming across the length and suckling parts of it with growing eagerness. Rez placed his claws with tender care upon his son's head, stroking the smooth scalp of warm scales as the gecko did his best not to look at him. He understood his face was pretty gruesome and said nothing apart from rasping moans, his bulbous shaft trickling pre out of the head which Gex lapped up softly after taking his fingers off with a po-po-po-POP of his sticky pads.

"Mmmm, eh...hhhh...t-tastes like uh...like...tinned peaches with a buttload of salt."

"Hhh-hhhhh, hhhhnnmmmm...you can stop now. I want to return the favour."

"You really gonna try an' suck me off with that sharkface you got?"

"No, I know that oral sex is out of the question. However I can pleasure you in another way."

"H-h-haaaaaah!"

Rez gripped the gecko's cock with his copper claws but was surprisingly gentle in doing so. Despite the sharp points and thin razor edges he carefully stroked his son with tender pumping motions. Sometimes the clawed edges got too close to his skin, threatening to slice but they never fully did, giving a sense of fretful excitement to Gex at how close these perilous lengths were to his little friend.

"H-h-hoh JEEZ wh-what the-a-a-aaah!"

"Mmmmmmmhhhh...such a warm big boy you are, no wonder you bed so many ladies."

"Y-y-yeah, they all want...a-a-a little piece of me."

"Such a handsome gecko you've become...yeeeees...just lay back...let me take care of you my son."

"H-hah...haaaaah...y-y-you doin' that again-"

"Shhhhhhh..." Rez came close to lick across Gex's snout with a fleshy tongue between his vicous teeth. "I will make you happy again Gex...I know you have needed this."

"Wh-what I need now is a hotel room and...a-a-and a...champagne lady-gu-GUH!"

The claws that masturbated him were incredible in their care and swiftness. It was a tender feeling that let Gex slip into a peaceful state, laying back on the armchair and sighing as he bucked his hips into the soft squeezing rigid claws with tender breathy licks from Rez's tongue on his face. His breath was devoid of any scent, apart from a slight metallicness like the smell of a fresh new car, or the inside of a PC store. It soothed Gex immensely.

"A-aaaaaah...aaaaah th-that f-feels great."

"You like that Gex?"

"Yeah...y-yeah I do it's wow, you really know h-how to work my meat with those things."

"Years spent with this body helped me learn how to caress my own cock, without hurting it. Now I can do the same for you son."

"I-i thought...y-you were gonna drop that."

"You do not believe me...so why are you so concerned about what is not true?"

Rez dragged his tongue across Gex's cheek, first one then the other as the metallic breath washed over him causing the gecko to spurt his pre slickly over Rez's claws.

"Nnnngh! H-hoh jeez I feel I'm gonna blow."

"Good." He stopped stroking him. "Now let us have some real fun."

"Wha-huh?"

He picked up the small TV at the side and reached his fingers through the static imagery. Pulling out a long spool of liquid noise that became a rubbery tentacle in his grip, the cyber-entity spread Gex's legs and placed the static tendril towards Gex's rump.

"I want to prepare you for this. I do not want to hurt you when I have sex with you."

"Wh-what, you...you really gonna fuck me?!"

"Do you not want to?"

"I...l-like you said, I don't believe yer my dad s-so it won't be weird."

"Good. Now just relax, ease your sphincter and let it in."

"S-sure but c-could you tell your friend to wear a glove fir-H-HA-NNGH-AAAAH!"

The gecko jumped at the creeping vine of noise worming its way into him, a warm fuzzy sensation that crawled into his sweet puckered hole that spread slowly at first until he remembered Rez's advice. The feeling was discomforting, his walls starting to vibrate from both the urge to clench as well as the static noise shivering its hot mangled audio against the rippling anal muscles. Rez looked on with his glistening claws jerking himself off and remaining hard for the upcoming fun.

"D-didn't you say this stuff WAS Rez?!" asked the panting Gex.

"He exists IN that, but the TV we took does not have him in it, he is a ghost within the machine."

"R-right...whatever ya say...a-aaah...ohhh jeez..."

Slowly the tentacle crept further inside as Gex kept his legs spread apart, his suckered feet twitching his padded toes as his tail flexed and whipped back and forth along the ground. He went for his cock to jerk himself off once the feelings started to turn pleasurable, the hissing heat of static becoming solid inside his walls making him buck his hips in mid-stroke.

Rez smiled as he did the same, sighing at the handsome gecko who had his eyes half-closed in a growing bliss, the precum spattering on his lighter-green chest whilst the tendril from the TV twisted and plunged inside his ass. Deeper it went, further and further in until it started creeping on his prostate with exceptional ease in penetrating through him. His anal walls relaxed, his tail spasmed less and his precum turned thick.

"H-hhhhhhh...ohhh god this feels awesome."

"Isn't it? I wish I could have the same pleasure but I can at least give you that."

"Y-yeah? Well that's...n-nice of ya-aaaah!"

"Careful. You don't want to cum yet, not after I have had my fun with you."

"R-right...right..." Gex reluctantly pulled his hand away from his cock. "You know uh...normally geckos like us got uh two of these?"

"That is a disability of our family yes, the singular penis. I hope that did not cause you any problems with your sex life."

"No no, just some people ask an' it's kinda weird."

"Well that is none of their business. But this...is our business."

Floating closer Rez detracted the tentacle back into the TV with a solid thunk to the receiver, sending it sharply reeling into whence it came before the media lord himself hovered in front of his son. Claws wrapped lukewarm around Gex's scaled legs which spread themselves open.

"Are you ready?"

"Y-yeah...go ahead, 'daddy'."

"Hmhmhm, now who's being creepy?"

"Ehhh still you mister Vogue winner 1998."

"Hahaha, I will have to teach that mouth of yours a good lesson."

"Good luck, sexier men than you have failed."

"Sexier?"

"I mean-UH-good-looking, handsome, not men I find sexually attractive n-no, no way!"

"Shhhh. Just relax and let daddy do everything."

Slowly he pressed his thick meat against his son's rump, prodding and rubbing along the loosened tailhole watching Gex's expression for discomfort. Once he started to relax, Rez pushed in his thick glans to spread him just a little bit wider much to the gecko's panting gasps.

"H-haaaah! AAAH!"

"Does it hurt?"

"N-nah...nah you h-hurt me worse with like forty missiles and yer giant hamfists."

"Ha ha ha...such a tough boy you are, well I won't hold BACK."

"AAAAGH!"

With firm shove Rez pushed his way inside of his son who winced and shuddered with licking lips, the gaping of his walls giving a warm dull throb that he tried not to clench instinctively from. The machinist fucked another inch, then two before pulling back out and sliding back in with careful shorter thrusts, teasing Gex's pucker with a constant ribbing motion against his hot rigid flesh.

Gex clamped his hands upon the armrests for support, lifting his ass slightly to let Rez inside easier as the media lord chuckled with deep trembling breaths of static bass, a slight drooling between his steak-knife teeth which dripped upon his son's stomach. His claws gripped tighter but never cutting the skin, panting ragged as he shoved halfway in to feel Gex's walls tighten up in reflex. Thick suckling anal walls that pulsed to his heartbeat.

"Hohhhhh Gex...ohhh...your body feels so warm...hohhh I missed you my son."

"A-aaah...y-you...really tryin' to sell me on the daddy love h-huh!?"

"I cannot help it...I...I want you...I need you Gex...my tough handsome boy."

"H-h-handsome is...right, aaaah y-you can't resist cantcha? Come on get in me real deep, ya think I can't take it after when we fought?!"

"Hah, you think you are...that tough?"

"Pfft, you think...th-think you raised a weak-ass son? M-maybe daddy better teach him how to be tough."

"You asked...for it. HNNRRRAAAGH!"

"A-AAAARRGH!"

The fearsome Rez slammed himself entirely in, thrusting to the fullest hilt as his rubber-convex slit smacked coldly against Gex's ass with tail shivering underneath. The warm afterburner of his hoverjet steamed along the tail which made the gecko tremble at such a sensation, of warm filtered air breathing across his scaled skin. He felt a slight bulge inside his gut as the thick meaty glans grinded against his prostate, causing the gecko to spurt hot pre onto his chest as he writhed and simpered, panting hotter breaths as Rez leaned in to caress his face with a thick warm tongue.

"Yeeeessssss...how does that feel?"

"G-good...didn't...h-hurt one bit."

"Still being the tough lizard I see."

"I-i didn't say stop, did I dad?"

"No."

Without another word he licked across Gex's lips, the gecko opening his mouth to suckle on his father's tongue with thick bated moans between them. They could never kiss proper with the steel teeth, but Rez breathed his open jaws upon him and let his son taste as much as he wanted of his fleshy muscle, suckling on it with his lean flexy tongue. The beastly machine began to fuck again, sliding halfway out before pumping back in with slow powerful thrusts to make Gex truly feel his strength. It hurt less every time, his walls opening up and allowing his former enemy inside to the fullest reach as the fake leathery material kept slapping against his ass.

Gex's suckered feet flexed fully out behind Rez as he drove deeper within, adjusting his jet-fuelled thruster to move back and forth. Having no legs made it difficult to really pound him, but he found a way with some slight angling of the jet to thrust forwards and slip back, thrust and slip back with every forward motion punching him hard in the gut as he spasmed and throbbed from his aching cock. Pooling pre became a puddle then a pond as

"H-how does that...feel, now?"

"G-good, HNNNGH! B-better than...before, agh."

"Not too sore is it little lizard?"

"I-i ain't yer little lizard n-no more, I can take it now. I watched every episode of All That Glitters, I-i'm INVINCIBLE!"

"HAH! You're a runt at best, wait until you've watched every episode of Hello Larry."

"Oh c-come on I jazzercise to that snoozefest, that's not torture!"

"Th-the show was so terrible that it was the BOTTOM of the ratings wh-when, aaagh, NBC was at its lowest. You h-have to be that, TERRIBLE, to, hit, the bottom of the bottom."

"Y-yeah but, NNNGH, Glitters was...sh-shabby and...a weak obvious cliche on r-role reversal of s-stereotypes between men and women, y-you can't just reverse the roles an' wr-write them exactly the same, tha-that's just lazy!"

"That's, s-satire, you have to-NNNGH! You have to exaggerate negative qualities of people in order to-h-hhhh-god, to expose or criticise flaws of our society."

"Sa-satire, aaagh, only works when it's f-funny! Nothing...nnnnngh-nothing was funny about what's b-basically an amateur production of

"Hello Larry w-was just a w-worthless, recycle of One Day at a Time wh-which was airing on CBS, for nine years! Both...are about s-single parents, divorced, raising t-two teenage daughters, Stevenson c-could not even BOTHER, to change it to two SONS and not d-daughters, at least he would have-AGH! HHHHHH!"

He stopped to catch his breath, gasping with iron lungs heaving from within his solid unmoving chest, the breath of a monster trapped inside a well sweeping across his son's face. Gex felt his father's cock beat steadily inside of him, halfway buried with hot pre spilling across his walls in a warm gooey essence that slickly glistened between his rippling folded walls.

"At least he...could have had a setup of scenario involving the problems of a father and his sons. The relationship, would have been more relatable, to an audience."

"You...complainin' about a ripoff because you can't...hhhhbelieve that a dad can raise two daughters?"

"No, he just didn't even bother changing anything but the main character to himself."

"Oh...heh, still sounds better than All That Glitters, that has the same problem except EVERYBODY'S swapped places an' the whole thing stinks of this whole 'oooooh what if WOMEN ruled society gosh mee golly how INSANE would that be riiiiight fellas' with the biggest goddamn WINK to the camera like UUUGH JEEZ it's so patronising!"

"Hmph...wait, what were we talking about again?"

"You were fucking my ass an' saying I wasn't tough enough to handle it, now chop-chop daddy gimme what you gave my mom don't hold back!"

"Oh that yes sorry, well then since you asked so politely H-HNNRRRRRAAAAAARRRGH!"

"H-HAAAAAAAAAGH, AAAAGH GOD D-DAAAAD!"

Renewed by his second breath of wind, Rez came down hard inside Gex with jackhammering force, swinging his hips viciously back and forth with the fuller half of his cock driving in deep before pulling straight out. His cock wettened with his own pre glossing across the anal walls of his son which flexed and suckled by a growing instinct. The gecko sputtered and cried out with the ferocious strength of his father's new body, pumping his slickened shaft harder and harder with desperation in nearing his climax. He wasn't going to stop, both of them knew this.

Gex braced himself in taking the hit, shivering through his spine with his tail sharply stiff every time Rez came plunging down against his prostate, walls flexing and slightly twisting to accept his beastly rigid cock. Slavering drool came down from his steel throat, synthetic like a xenomorph prop's saliva to drip and spatter upon Gex's neck. The strange faux-sputum mixed with Gex's own pre that trickled off both sides of his chest as they felt the heat increase. They were close, they wanted to cum as one in that moment as the gecko gasped:

"C-c-close...h-haaah, d-dad I-i-i'm close!"

"Yes...hhhh, yes, G-gex cum for me...cum for your father."

"H-HAH, HAAAH, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH SHIT!"

He finally spurted, his hot lizard jizz spraying upwards into a hefty fountain pent up on release, splattering on his face as well as dripping off of Rez's cold plated head. The claws of copper transistors squeezed firmly as he drove in one last thrust before he came in turn through a shrieking roar reminiscent of a Japanese movie monster. Warped and metallic, garbled and wretched but full of lust and love nonetheless as he pumped hot real semen deep inside his estranged son. Gex was blown away feeling the cum pour into his orifice, the twitching tunnel secreting it into its folds with the rest dripping out thinly from his ass and down along his tail.

They both took a moment to breathe, confused and uncertain on what they felt for each other. Both saw a strange vulnerability in the other now revealed, come apart beyond the grimaced steel face and the wild cocky sneer that had both rejected the world through their own means. The studded steel fiend felt his twitching member throb in its mixture deepening into Gex, the gecko feeling the seed he came from now smother his anal passage in a blissful heat. Rez pulled himself away with claws releasing Gex's thighs, the sweat glistening across the verdant leathery skin of his flesh-and-blood offspring.

"Hhhhhh...h-hhhhhh...wow...s-so that's what it's like."

"Hhhhh...nnnnngh was that your...f-first time?"

"With a guy yeah...not...with somethin' up my ass."

"No?"

"Party dares...don't ask, college frat."

"You went to college?"

"No...snuck out, joined in...was a young teenage punk."

"Was?" quipped Rez with a fiendish shark's grin.

"H-hey, watch it I can still click you off with my remote."

"Hhhm hm hm...well, I think that helped sate both our desires as virile males."

The former lord of the Media Dimension pulled himself free with extricating goo, hot webs of sticky seed matting across his rubber-modded slit and Gex's ass cheeks.

"Jeez, you're messy as hell."

"Sorry...I was pent up."

"Hah, you an' me both," said Gex with his arms spread showing the fine mess of jizz sprayed across his chest and throat. "Looks like both of us are real shooters."

"Indeed. Like father like son."

"Heh...ehhhh who cares."

He sat himself up from his seat, stretching his arms to beat off the exhaustion that was coming from his legs. He staggered to his feet but then felt the energy drain from them fully enough that he flumped straight back down against the comfy seat. Rez hovered over towards his own seat next to the gecko as he slumped down against it, his hoverjet rear stiffly planted out front like a docked tail.

"You...y-y-you sure know your bad sitcoms," replied Gex turning his head to him.

"What else can one do trapped in the Media Dimension?" answered Rez leaning his head back.

"Yeah...I guess so. God, the Disney people are gonna kill you after they find this room ain't pristine."

"I will take care of it. I know how to make things disappear."

"Heh, hehheheh...so uh, you know the uh government dudes are gonna arrest you soon as you get out of here right?"

"Not necessarily. My crimes only exist within the television world and, last I remember, the court cannot prosecute you for crimes within television."

"Yeah, cuz if that were something then Tim 'the Toolman' Taylor wouldn't have a job like ever."

"Hah!"

"But uh seriously, where you gonna...go after all this, when we get back?"

"I have places I can be...unless you want to live with me?"

"Ehhhh let's just play it by ear...yanno maybe uh, after you get back, you wanna watch some Mystery Science Theater, I'm too tired to rip on things so let's have someone else do it for us."

"That sounds good...son."

He reached out his claws towards the gecko, who did not even flinch from the cool sharp grip upon his arm as he smiled back. Then he remembered himself and rolled his eyes chuckling.

"Hhheheheyou were always sappy as hell, you know that dad?"

"Well you try watching The Wrath of Khan and tell me your eyes don't weep every time you hear Amazing Grace on the bagpipes."

"My eyes weep everytime I hear bagpipes, but not for the reasons you think."

His mission was over. He had found and dethroned Rez from the Media Dimension's throne of Z-list movies and bad reruns of aged sitcoms. But even more importantly, he had found something that was irreplaceable. A person who would spend the night with him, for free and without warrant or obligation. Someone who understood his vexations and for the first time in his life, he felt something inside his heart other than all the fury and sorrow he had bottled up for countless years. Something warm. Something kind. Something that compelled him to turn his head and ask:

"Dad?"

"...yes?" Rez turned back to him slightly shocked.

"...c-...c-can I sit in your lap?"

"...alright."

His smile was strange and frozen as he waited for the gecko to push himself free from his seat and walk with dragging feet over towards his father. Crawling up onto his steel chitinous chest, he sat himself down with his back towards Rez and spread his legs with a heavy sigh.

"I just...need to ask something."

"What?" whispered Rez.

"...what time is it, dad?"

He closed his eyes hoping for the answer he wanted, as he felt Rez's arms sweep round his stomach to clutch him tightly like a plushy doll.

"Tail time, Gex. Always, and forever, tail time with you."