Nugget entered Sauce's cup, filling them with processed chicken goodness. Sauce spilled over, their sticky essence spilling over their rim and dripping onto the plate. (edited)

Sauce felt a strange satisfaction knowing that being slightly too full would undoubtedly make Nugget's firm yet sensual dip into Sauce's cup make some of it's sticky sweet insides end up on someone's slacks - and would have to be rinsed off in the bathroom before that person returned to work. But it wouldn't work. No matter how much the person scrubbed with the lukewarm water and lackluster paper towels in every McDonald's, the evidence of Sauce and Nugget meeting would be there until the pants were sent to the cleaners.

Nugget emerged from Sauce's insides, covered in their sweet and sticky goo. If nugget had a mouth it would be grinning widely, they wish they could just live in this moment forever. They could feel the sauce seeping into their crispy skin, dripping down their sides, two wonderful things combining to become better than the sum of their parts

Sauce watched as it's insides, it's sweet, sugary treasure, clung to the outside of Nugget. The anticipation had been palpable, the wait had been torturous, and the dipping was magnificent. But.. Sauce felt its want for Nugget's dipping only sated for a moment. The moment Nugget left Sauce only wanted more. Was it too much to want another dip? Would there be another dip? A double dip? These questions raged in Sauce as Nugget was hoisted into the air, away from Sauce.

The hand of The Customer took Nugget, covered in Sauce's sweet and sour goodness, and lifted it into the air, towards The Maw of Consumption. Nugget was hot with anticipation, ready to be split in two. The maw came down onto Nuggets delicate skin, tearing a chunk off. Nugget sizzled as its insides were exposed, full of excitement at the potential of a double dip. The Customer held Nugget in the air for a moment, leaving it yearning for Sauce to surround it again. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it brought Nugget back down. If Nugget breathed, it would be holding its breath in anticipation of being submerged in Sauce once again.

As Customer lowered Nugget back towards Sauce, Sauce proved that single serving tubs of chicken nugget dipping sauce were incapable of quivering. If they were, Sauce certainly would have. The first dipping now seemed like a distant memory, and had happened so incredibly fast. The hunger that drove the primary dip, the force, the anticipation of sweet and tangy release from the world of bland saucelessness had made the first dip quick. Messy. Eager. With the baser instincts of all involved people and inanimate objects satisfied, the second dip could be longer. Savored. It could be slower, enjoyed for it's subtly. Being not quite so full now, Customer's pants were safe from the ravages of Sauce being slightly too full, and Nugget could be dipped lower passed the surface of Sauce's flavorful contents. The second dip would almost certainly see more lovely goo on Nugget's outsides, and cling tightly to its freshly exposed insides.

Slowly, Nugget sank its bottom into Sauce. It was so much more pleasurable the second time around, when Nugget could enjoy focusing on the feeling of themselves entering Sauce. They felt Sauce ooze up their skin, millimeter by millimeter, covering them in sweet, sour, gooey goodness. The first time they'd dipped, Nugget was too big to fit all the way into Sauce, but now that they'd been consumed, they knew they would be a perfect fit. Nugget slid all the way down into the depths of Sauce - if Nugget had a throat, they would surely be gagging as Sauce poured over them and into their insides. The Customer held Nugget down into Sauce for what felt like an eternity, Sauce surrounding Nugget, penetrating their meaty insides. Nugget savored the moment, not wanting it to end, for they knew that their climax was near - nuggets rarely dipped more than twice.