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Living alone gave Roy a proper appreciation for company, and how the mere presence of background noise could make him feel far less lonesome than he otherwise would have.

Madagascar wasn't a bad movie; it was exactly the kind of humorous flair that he needed on a Friday night at the house, and he'd seen it a dozen times before. That made it the perfect movie to leave on when he hopped up from his couch and went to the kitchen, able to grab a drink without having to care about pausing the movie for fear of missing important details.

Sitting and enjoying a movie wasn't made an easier by the presence of a power outage only a moment after he opened the fridge, however.

"The hell?" he asked himself, looking around in the dark as the drink cooled his palm. The weather was clear outside, ruling out the possibility of a lightning strike, and he couldn't think of what else would have caused the power to surge the way that it had. In the dark, there was no distant hummm of electricity coursing through the walls, but sure enough, when he closed the fridge, the lights kicked right back on.

Confused, he tested the theory working in the back of his mind as he kept a grip on the door handle. He popped the fridge open again, and this time, the power stayed on, only adding to Roy's disturbance.

It would have been cause for greater concern, but everything seemed to be back in working order for the time being.

"Huh. I don't hear the movie anymore..."

Roy stepped away from the fridge, popping the tab on his drink and taking a sip as he rounded the corner, back into the living room.

He was in the middle of that same sip when he was so shocked that he dropped the can to the floor and curled his toes into the carpet; it was all he could to keep from jumping out of his own skin.

"And just what has gotten into you, stranger?"

The movie was still on the screen, but the background wasn't moving in the least. The moving was more of a painting on a television screen, and smack in the middle of it was Gloria, staring out into the emptiness of the living room with just as much confusion as Roy.

"You'd probably f-freak out too if there was a face on your TV screen just staring out at you from nowhere!" Roy tried to explain, and only after saying it did he realize that he was trying to rationalize the concept to a cartoon character. "This...this is just really weird, okay? You're not even supposed to be able to see me!"

"And yet, I'm looking right at ya."

The fact that the hippo was so nonchalant about the strange turn of events wasn't helping to ease Roy's tattered nerves. "Right, but you do know that you're not real , don't you? That you're a cartoon that someone drew and animated?"

Standing in front of the still background and cocking a brow at Roy as if he was the crazy one, Gloria rested a palm on her hip. "I'm not sure I catch your drift, pal. I feel pretty real to me!"

She looks real, Roy thought. I know it's just a screen, but she looks so real that I feel like I could actually reach out and touch her.

"You're not supposed to be real, though," Roy tried to explain. "That's why I'm-

"Freaked out?" Gloria interrupted with a quiet giggle. "I mean, you're kinda cute and all that, but you're nuttier than a squirrel in paradise."

Roy huffed. "Trust me, if our situation was reversed, you would completely understand how crazy this is...and I'm not cute," he argued, almost forgetting to counter her point, even if it flustered him.

"And why does being cute have to be a bad thing?" she asked. "I figured you would be happy about that."

Being called cute was usually a precursor to disinterest, but Gloria's brow was cocked a little too high for Roy to ignore. He couldn't tell how he missed it in her expression before, but she was definitely giving him a glare that could only lead to the bedroom; she was _impressively_forward.

"Y...You think I'm that cute, huh?" Roy replied, caught off guard to the point that he struggled with a response.

Gloria nodded and finally, she reached out toward the screen, completely unabashed in her suddenly hasty approach.

The constraints of reality were made all too real to her in the next moment, as the dull tunk of her hand against the glass of the screen stopped her in her tracks.

"I sure do, but I didn't think you'd be so cold and hard," she teased, keeping her humor as she tried to come to terms with the literal barrier between them. "I'd love to be able to warm you up somehow...you know, if I could touch you at all."

Gloria would have been able to feel deceptive warmth if she could simply reach out and touch the blush on Roy's face, but again, her knuckles rolled against the inside of the screen, keeping her from getting any closer. Opening her palm flat against the barrier, she tried finding any kind of seam or weak point, but the gap between their worlds seemed impassable.

Roy wasn't ready to give up so easily, but he couldn't think of any bright ideas, either. He toyed with the bit of scruff on his chin as he looked down at the remote on the coffee table, afraid to change the channel for fear of what it might do to Gloria in her current state.

Brains should have been the way to go, or so he thought.

Another heavy tunk of Gloria's fist against the screen drew Roy's attention back from the remote control, but the sound wasn't what kept his focus.

It was the way that a flat, LED screen was starting to wrap around Gloria's wrist, as if she was trying to poke her fingertips through a sheet of saran.

"Gloria, I...I think you're doing it!" he cheered, his excitement for the impossible outweighing his fear of it and his disbelief. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"Feels kinda weird," she was quick to admit. "Doesn't hurt at all, but I'll be a lot happier when this stuff isn't grabbing me...it's like I'm elbow deep in a mud puddle!"

"Aren't hippos into that kind of thing?"

"For the record, I am very clean, thank you very much!" Gloria snapped at him, though her a grin was still resting comfortably on her lips. "And if you keep up that kinda talk, I'm not gonna let you make a mess of me after all."

Assumptions about Gloria's intentions were coming truer by the moment. Roy still didn't know what she saw in him, but she was nearly single-minded in her quest to have a little fun, and he wasn't one to argue with a good time.

She was getting closer, to the point that the suddenly pliable screen was a mere breath from brushing against his leg.

"You're still gonna have to figure out a way to get here before I can make a mess out of you, Gloria."

"And you're being so helpful, stranger."

"It's Roy," he jabbed. "And I'm not sure how to get you the rest of the way through that screen...though I desperately wish I could."

Gloria pressed her free hand to her cheek, trying to keep her grin as devious as intended when a wave of bashful emotion crept into her. "Finally willing to admit that you're interested?" she asked, but her wrist moved back from the screen as she did. "I suppose I can try a little harder, then."

How the world had changed and what had happened to his television set were bigger questions, but ones that Roy was willing to put off in favor of giving Gloria what she wanted. He didn't like the feeling of helplessness that came from simply watching her on the screen, but mischief was twinkling in her eyes as another idea crossed her mind.

"I'm not sure what else you could try," Roy admitted, "But it means a lot to me that you're even willing to. It feels...kinda nice."

"It's gonna feel a lot nicer if this works," Gloria suggested, though she was working on a mere hypothesis. "You...you may wanna stand back, Roy."

The depth of the screen showed Gloria taking a few steps back into the still picture behind her. Roy did the same, standing a couple feet back from the set as the hippo began barreling forward, face first.

Like a panel of thick rubber, the screen warped around the edges of her snout as she pushed onward. Her force wasn't enough to break through before, but the added momentum of a short, running start was just enough that small tears began to form in the stretching material, until the truly impossible happened.

Gloria's head popped through the elastic barrier and stuck in place as the material tried to form itself back together around her body. Her head and neck were through cleanly, but at the tops of her shoulders, she found herself trapped in place, unable to wiggle herself any further forward just yet.

With a triumphant, satisfied breath, she looked up at Roy, every bit as real as the coffee table that he nearly tripped over, and the remote that fell and rattled on the floor as he did. "G...Gloria! You did it!"

"I'd move mountains for love, baby," she replied, an air of sensuality capturing her words and wrapping them in lustful bows as they traveled to his ears. "But first, I've gotta find out if I love you or not...if you're willing to come and put yourself to the test?"

Gloria had done her part. Until then, she'd done all the hard work of making their connection a reality; now Roy had to own up to his share of the work.

It was less physically strenuous, but the prospect of kneeling down in front of the screen and kissing her so suddenly left him to gulp as he fought back his nerves.

"Don't think too much, Roy."

Even then, Gloria was helping him along. Her smirk grew wider as she saw her words taking an immediate effect on him, and as he knelt, her tongue briefly glazed her lips in preparation for what she knew was coming.

"I guess it's kinda hard n-not to think about," Roy tripped over his words, though he kept his balance otherwise. Crawling to the TV on his hands and knees, he had to lower his head just a little bit more for their faces to line up, but he gazed into her eyes the moment that he could, only to find he couldn't pull away from her heavy-lidded stare.

Her lips pursed just slightly as he moved forth, their mistimed actions leading the kiss to be a hint sloppy, at first. Without pulling away, she giggled against him, regretting only the fact that she couldn't reach out and cup his cheek in her palm.

He was quick to steal the idea and caress her snout gently as they stayed close, his lips moving delicately against her own. She held still for him, allowing him to reveal just what level of passion he really held for her with the pace of his tender flesh.

On feeling his tongue attempt to slyly pass over her own, she snickered and pulled back the tiny bit that she could.

"If you're really gonna go for that, you might as well enjoy it as much as you can," she recommended. "I'm sure your tongue feels pretty nice against mine, but I bet there's another part of you that wants to feel it even more, hm?"

For her size, Gloria was moving quicker than Roy ever would have guessed she could. She was dangerously intuitive, as if she knew that blood was already rushing to his crotch, even without ever looking at the tent forming in his lounge shorts.

Now that she was gazing down at them, she wouldn't lift her eyes until she saw what she wanted.

"Y...You're sure about this?"

Roy's hesitance was obliterated by a snappy response. "Stuff your cock down my throat, or I'm going back to the other side."

She knew how to get what she wanted. Quick as her jab was, Roy was equally fast in sliding his lounge shorts down, his cock springing up as it was freed from the cloth prison. Kneeling fully upright in front of the broken screen, their heights were perfectly compatible, leaving the tip of his member to brush the front of her smooth, tender snout as he drew closer.

"You didn't keep me waiting, after all. Good boy," she whispered, leaving her words at that as she opened up and accepted his tip upon the flat of her tongue. Her warm, steamy breath tickled the flesh upon his crotch as he eased forward, wincing with delight as her saliva collected on the underside of his shaft.

Any fears of inadequacy were immediately washed away by Gloria closing her mouth around his flesh and swirling her tongue around it in ways that a human never could. The plentiful, soaking length coated his rod in a sloppy mess of spit, but she didn't settle for just that. She bobbed her head gently as she carried out a tongue bath for the ages, her eyes closing with content, and then opening just the tiniest bit to gaze up at Roy's pleasured expression.

He was melting before her, reduced to a whimpering mess by the first few seconds of her oral display.

"Where d-did you learn to do that...in a kids cartoon?!" Roy's mind was still trying to figure out the details instead of enjoying the bigger picture, until Gloria dipped her head far enough to cup one of his balls upon the tip of her tongue. Her snout was plenty long enough to accommodate all the flesh that he could offer her, and the tender skin upon his sack contracted as she slurped eagerly across it, leaving tiny strands of drool to drip to the carpet, until a stain formed between his legs.

Where she'd gotten her skills was less important than how she elected to use them, and Roy's mind was literally blown as he gave up worrying about the how or the why, and focused on what was happening right in front of him.

Precum was already oozing over the back of her tongue and leaving a gently salty flavor in her throat as she worked, but Gloria wasn't nearly satisfied by that. She was going to milk the man dry before the evening was through, and she couldn't feel him throbbing across her tongue just yet.

If not for his firm grip on the edges of the TV screen, Roy would have been trembling too hard for Gloria to properly tease. His orbs were bouncing on her tongue as he began gently bucking from the hip, but even then, she could feel a mild shudder in his form each time he pushed all the way forth.

The tip of his cock was just reaching the edge of her throat, and a quiet moan of delight eased up from her lungs as she pressed her snout tight into his crotch and swallowed hard against his dripping tip.

His hands gripped the cheap plastic of the television so hard that it creaked from the pressure. "Gloria...if y-you do that, I don't...I don't know how much longer I can last!" he groaned, desperately wishing that he could revel in the pleasure she gave to him without the moment having to eventually end.

Her throat was just too much for him to handle for long. His torso was already getting tight as she pressed the flat of her tongue firm against the underside of his shaft, eager to feel the pulse of orgasm going through his main vein, but it was the heavy, full swallow of her throat upon his sensitive tip that finally broke Roy and forced his hands from the edges of the screen.

His grip slipped, and he only just managed to get a hold of her shoulders as a thick burst of warm, tasty cum spread across her already opening throat. She timed her swallowing perfectly with the first rope of his seed, making for an easier time than she could have had...but his volume was impressive, even for a snout as wide as her own.

"Damn, I couldn't help it! Y-you're making me cum!" Roy's warning came a moment too late, but the hippo was already greedily swallowing each thin, sticky rope of ejaculate that sprayed over her tongue. She wasn't letting a single drop escape, and arousal was already budding on her womanhood as she brought the virile male to such a violent climax.

When his body finally slumped away, she licked her lips and grinned down at him, wiggling in place with such excitement that he wondered if she might pop the rest of the way through the screen.

"The others told me that you humans were tasty," she claimed, pausing for a moment to open her mouth to him and show the dripping webs of mess that still remained. She gulped them all down with ease and opened wide again, only to reveal delicate strands of saliva remained behind. "I didn't really believe them before, but I'm so glad I decided to have a taste for myself."

Roy was still catching his breath as Gloria loomed over him. He wished that he had the endurance to pop right back up and go back to pumping his hips at her face, but he needed a lot longer than a minute to recover from her skillful performance.

"You're not the..._ooh..._not the only one," he couldn't finish a single sentence without praising her by virtue of his exhaustion. "It's a shame that we can only go this far, though."

Gloria cocked a brow once more, the mischief returning to her otherwise lustful stare. "Who says we can only go this far, honey?"

It seemed that Roy's evening was going to get a lot more interesting before it truly came to an end.