happy birthday klok

	Vriska is, bar none, the worst roommate you've ever had the displeasure of living with. When the grey-skinned alien had originally answered your ad, you were relieved that someone had responded so promptly and she didn't seem so bad then. At the very least you don't remember her smelling so bad. Your nose wrinkles as you step into the bathroom. She forgot the flush the toilet. Again. And worse still her dirty clothes are thrown about, which is rather baffling as you're sure you haven't heard her take a shower in weeks. As you've done the last few times you've found her stash of old clothes you rummage through them for a bit and, nervously, clutch your hands around a familiar bit of silky material. Tugging them out, you glance around suspiciously to make sure the bathroom door is still shut behind you. The last thing you want is to be caught by Vriska for what you are about to do. You take the dark blue pair of panties clenched in your grip and bring them up to your nose, pressing the crusty crotch right against your nostrils, and inhale deeply. They smell a lot stronger than the other pairs you've sniffed and you let out a shuddering sigh; did this mean she was wearing her underwear for longer between changing?

	Tossing the underwear back into the pile you dug it from, you leave the shared bathroom deciding you've had enough. The least she can do is take her dirty laundry out of there, even if she just lets it pile up in the stinkhole that she calls a bedroom. The sound of the television drifts in from the living room though you wouldn't have bothered looking anywhere else first. Vriska almost always seems to spend her weekends in front of either the tv or her computer, crudely farting and burping and generally making the living room rancid. Sure enough, as you cross the entryway her stench is obvious.

	Pinching your nose shut, your frown at the sight of the young woman. She's sprawled along the couch, an indecently small tank top clinging to her small chest and riding up her bulging sides. The rolls of her stomach are left exposed, and it's hard to not take notice of the thick hair that descends from her belly button into the waist band of her panties in a trail. She lazily tilts her head towards you, taking a swig of soda from her bottle before letting the now empty container drop to the messy floor. Exasperated, you demand that she clean up the mess she made in the bathroom. Unsurprisingly, she refuses, rudely flipping you off before using that same hand to scratch her armpit. You're treated to the sight of a flourish of dark hair under her arm, and she sneers at you when she catches you looking.

	"See something you like?" One arm is tossed over the back of the couch and she gestures for you to come over. Trying to keep from overtly staring at the way her round belly forces her shirt up even higher whenever she moves, you stomp around to the front of the couch. You block her view of the tv, once again demanding that she pick up after herself, and this time she doesn't even bother to answer. Instead, she sits up on the sofa and reaches out with both hands, tugging the front of your shirt until you're brought down face to face with the chubby troll. She either doesn't notice or doesn't care that you're uncomfortable in this position as she continues to pull on your shirt, so you roughly get down on your knees to give your back a break. You almost think you hear a sarcastic 'good 8oy' but you're so focused on the way you can peek down Vriska's shirt and see her pert breasts and hard nipples you can't be certain what you heard.

	Without you noticing, she switches from digging her fingers into your shirt to grabbing you by the back of your head. Her nails loop through your hair as she shoves your face into her armpit, burying your nose in soft, damp hair. She absolutely reeks of sweat and grime, she probably hasn't showered in days now that you think about it, and despite the disgusting situation you find yourself getting excited. Heat rises in your face, enough to make it obvious you're blushing, your cock already growing hard in your pants as you're forced to sniff. Still, it's getting hard to breath and you start to struggle fruitlessly against her grip. After a few moments of holding you in place, she lifts your head so you can see the way her blue lips have spread into a grin.

	"I saaaaaaaaw you sniffing my dirty panties, so don't act like you aren't enjoying this." Your stomach knots uncomfortably as you stammer out an excuse but she cuts you off by pressing your face into her warm pit once again. "Lick it." You're a little embarrassed how glad you are to stick your tongue out and run it along her dirty pits, but you try not to think about it as you lap and lick. The way her hair feels on your tongue is weird but not necessarily bad. She tastes salty and bitter, the smell of onions filling your nostrils as you shyly lick her armpits clean. Her fingers lace through your hair, making sure to keep you in place until she decides you're finished.

	"You're not done yet, pupa!!!!!!!!" She spreads her legs, flashing her old, stained panties and points between her thick thighs. Your heart starts thudding and because of the where you're sitting, you can easily smell her. Nodding dumbly, you place your hands on her wide hips, squeezing them while you nuzzle against her belly. Awkwardly kissing your way down her fuzzy tummy, you nervously begin to pull her wet panties over her hips and down her thighs. Before you toss them aside you notice that they're coated in dried flakes of cerulean only just barely masked by her fresh wetness. Even from between her legs, you can see the way her eyebrow cocks upward, as though she's waiting to see what you do. You hesitate for a moment before tossing them aside, choosing to marvel at the thick pubic hair spread across her crotch. Using two fingers, you part her hairy lips. Eagerly you press your mouth against her, your nose buried in her pubes, and take a deep breathe. Even here she smells heavily of sweat and when you flick your tongue out she tastes tart and tangy. No matter how far you spread her, your tongue brushes against thick hair,  but the moaning and sighing from above spur you on. Finally unzipping your pants, you stick one hand into your underwear and wrap it around your dick. Thrusting into your own hand, you keep your face against Vriska's pussy, her large thighs continually squeezing around your head.

	Your tongue presses against her clit more than once and she unexpectedly raises her hips, panting and whining above you. Of course she doesn't have the courtesy to warn you that she's about to climax, and unexpectedly you're drenched in hot fluid. You sputter, but her thighs hold you in place so while she coats you in blue genetic material, you finish jerking yourself off, grunting as you cover your fingers in semen. She barely lets you catch your breath before she's shoving you backwards; your back hits the coffee table and you swear under your breath.

	"Seeeeeeee, was that so 8ad?" You're still wiping your face of the cerulean liquid smeared across it when she rises from the couch, plush ass jiggling as she walks past you and towards her bedroom. "May8e I'll let you clean me off again sometime." She's gone before you say anything, cackling as she shuts her door, and you're left on the living  room floor, a mess. It only now dawns on you that once again, Vriska has managed to get out of cleaning up her trash...you embarrassingly eye the dirty panties she left behind. Well at least now you didn't have to sniff her stuff in secret.