Chara, the First Slut

Things had been quiet for a long while in the Underground. You hadn't seen a SOUL ever since you had destroyed that exhibitionist robot woman live on camera, unless you counted when you'd helped her awkward inventor commit recreational seppuku. You hadn't really been interested in the latter, as she wasn't particularly attractive nor was her preferred method of death condusive to a final snuff fuck, but she'd insisted, having fallen in love with the idea after watching too much Japanese hentai. You'd left her body slumped over its own innards, her scaly head in a square-toothed grin of pleasure before it. Her appeal was so low that you had felt vaguely disgusted with yourself for even deigning to be a part of her suicide. If there had been any other sign of life left in this strange world, you wouldn't have even bothered.

Following hints of an exit, you had come to this city in search of a way out, or at least of someone else to snuff. Glimpses of your old friend FLOWEY amongst the colorless buildings gave you the idea you were on the right track, though you didn't stop to chat.

Now, you had found something interesting. It was a copy of the home of Toriel, the first woman you had ended in this underground place. Exploring it had given you fond memories and a raging hard-on, as well as a shiny new knife to replace your old one, which was dull and blood-spattered by now. You ached to use the new weapon on some willing slut, but it seemed that there were none left. The city was empty, the house equally pale and abandoned. Still, the knife comforted you, somehow seeming to carry in it that beautiful feeling you got whenever you snuffed.

Following your trek east, you had come to a grand hall, lit in golden tones. Curiously, a human-looking skeleton had laid in the middle of it, wrapped in a blue hoodie and running shorts. After all the whitewashed blankness, the colorfulness of its clothes made it seem almost alive, like it was going to jump up and challenge you. It did no such thing, its skull merely grinning up at you as you pass, remaining inert and lifeless upon the ground.

At the end of the grand hall had been more grey passageways, with staircases leading downward to mysterious rooms. One had been full of coffins stamped with colorful hearts, all of them slightly too small to hold fully grown adults. You'd begun to inspect this when the knife in your hand had done something strange, almost seeming to vibrate when you approached the closest coffin. This had a red heart upon it, and as you looked down, you saw the heart was of a transparent crystal, showing the corpse within. It was perfectly preserved, and obviously female. You could see a hint of developing breasts towards the bottom part of the heart, the braless bust covered only in a striped shirt. However, most of the view was of her face. She was about your age, with rosy red cheeks and a very finely made face, the shape of her lips and nose and jawline all delicately inviting a touch or kiss. Had she been alive and before you, you might've fallen in love. You might've even SPARED her.

* ( It's as comfortable as it looks. )

You suddenly freeze as those words pass through your mind. You had not thought them. They had been spoken in someone else's voice, a girl from the sound of it, young but with a touch of womanly deepness in her tone, a sort of seductive purr underscoring the sarcastic tone of her indirect complaint. What alarmed you was not so much that you head heard this voice, but the sudden realization that you had heard it before, and not been aware of it. What had made it different this time was how you had been looking down upon the corpse, giving your mind the opportunity to confuse the voice as coming from this alive-looking girl behind the crystal.

At your display, you feel sudden fond amusement, similarly coming from an outside source. Now you located it, tracing it to the faintly thrumming knife in your hand. Glancing down at the weapon, you feel new emotions, directed at you from inside the steel. Urging. Eagerness. Lust.

You didn't understand what was happening, not completely, but you suddenly knew why it was happening, knew what you had to do. Somewhere was someone else to be snuffed, and the knife was trying to lead you to them.

Leaving the room, you backtrack to where you had seen another door. Stepping through, you find a new and more colorful room, filled with familiar flowers and patches of sunlight from far above. The flowers were all of the same variety that had saved your life when you'd first fallen down here, sweet-smelling with yellow petals. The knife kept pressing feelings into your head, as insistent as a lover's touches. It wanted you to keep going. You felt the desire you felt every time you had snuffed, every time you had seen a willing monster eager to give up her life for your pleasure and hers. It was a familiar feeling, just like the voice.

You step into the flowers, avoiding the bones of some bull-like creature scattered among the stems. There was a throne in a clear patch near the back wall, resting upon the tiled floor that was only visible in that one spot. Everywhere else it was overwhelmed by yellow petals, covered in dirt and garden. One of the flowers suddenly wriggles its stalk, lifting up a familiar face to you. It was FLOWEY.

"See? That was a lot of fun!" He smiles nervously up at you, almost seeming to ask the words in earnest, pleading with you for them to be true. "It was all a game, see? I was waiting for you to get them all, but now, there's no one left!"

At this, the knife seemed to cry out in negation, in need. It told you, in its way, that he was lying... but of course he was. He himself was part of the truth that denied his words. He continued on, frantic to persuade you before you realized this, oblivious to the fact that you already had. "Now I can reset it all, or go back and make it normal again! Now you can befriend or kill them and think back to how they acted here, and know that whatever you do some part of them enjoys it! I can help you there, I'm uh, an ally, in those worlds. I promise!"

Forcing a smile, FLOWEY's face seems to change, becoming muzzled and asinine. He looked like a child version of Toriel, looking up at you, pleading. "I can help... There's nothing left here... Let's go back..."

As you remained impassive, he suddenly broke, crying dewey tears across his floret face. His voice was quavery as he begged, a simple, honest request. "Please don't kill me."

It was the first time you had heard those words ever since you came to the Underground.

The knife slashed vertically across his face, cutting it in two. Over and over you hacked as his face became more gruesome, taking no pleasure in this killing, this murder. The knife was doing it more than you, the voice you had heard screaming in triumph in your mind. They were one and the same, excited and eager as they chopped the flower into pieces, knowing they had accomplished their goal already but so ready for what came next that they could not seem to stop.

All went black.

FLOWEY was gone.

The room was gone.

The Underground was gone.

Everything but yourself was gone.

Then, the girl from the coffin was before you.

She was about ten feet away, facing you with an ecstatic smile upon her lips, still wearing the green and pink striped shirt you had seen upon her corpse, as well as a simple pair of brown pants and plain brown shoes. Unlike before, her clothing was torn all across her body, hanging mostly in ragged strips off her frame. Beneath, her body was ruined, gouged and mutilated everywhere. The way it was destroyed aroused memories, sharp and sudden. Her missing breasts brought to mind the way you had snuffed Toriel. Her crushed throat and hanging intestines were identical to the fatal wounds you had left on Undyne and her armless slave. The split apart hole between her legs, and the massive footprint on her torso, made you think hot thoughts of Muffet. There were also scars on her limbs that were not from anything you had done, scars that spoke of many self-cuttings, but not for any reason of emotional distress. They had all been for pleasure. Even the deepest ones, traveling fatally up along her wrists and across her throat.

From all her wounds, blood and cum dripped in equal measure, and somehow you knew all the cum was yours. You also knew what you had done had ended everything, except for you two. She had been with you a long time, since the very beginning of your journey, and before that she had lived and died in the Underground hundreds of years ago. She'd been the one who first awakened the snuff-lust in the women of the Underground, and who had cleared the path of any useless males you might meet. She had made this world for you, not FLOWEY. He had only been the one who showed it to you. When she was done, she had killed herself with the knife you now held, leaving her SOUL at the entrance of the Underground to await someone brutal enough to snuff everyone she had put before him. Someone who could finally give her what she wanted so badly.

All this you knew at once, knowledge shared between you and her. She was eager for what came next, eager enough to end worlds. She had died an infinite number of times by her own hand, come back an equal number, and now lusted with the desire of a demon for someone else to snuff her... someone who could fill her needs properly. FLOWEY, whatever had had been before, had been unable, as had those in the other coffins in the room you had found. She did not have the patience for exposition now, did not want you puzzling at things when you should be tending to her. She did, however, have some time for introductions.


She spoke to you now, her voice the same as before, but more substantial. It did not sound shy in the slightest. "Greetings. I am Chara."

One of her hands slid to her many wounds, touching the massive hole between her legs. She seemed to flicker, suddenly becoming whole for a moment, then the change became permanent. Her clothes remained ragged, but her body was now virginal and unmarked. She rubs a single pale finger across her newly restored clit, coating the digit with the juices already dripping from her pussy.. "Thank you," she says simply, almost ignoring how she was playing with herself. "Your lust awakened me from death... With your guidance, I was able to realize the purpose of my existence. Together, we destroyed slut after slut, and each time I felt my SOUL grow stronger, taking in their lust, their lifeforce. Now, we have reached the absolute. There is nothing left for us here but each other..."

Approaching you, Chara continued to grin, seeming completely pleased with everything in existence. At the moment, that was only you. "Let us stay together in this formless world, and take out our desires with each other for all eternity."

Chara's body was very close to yours now, pressing against you. You could feel her heart beating next to yours through the soft, small mounds of her breasts. That perfect face was so near, and the knife was in your hand, her newly flawless skin begging to be cut.

Again you knew something from her, a thought coming instantly into your mind. You could snuff her forever, and restore the world to this moment each time. This was what she wanted. To die in timeline after timeline at your hand, to be used for your pleasure in every possible universe. To make you her absolute God of Hypersnuff, and herself your eternal, willing sacrifice.

You knew that you still had a choice. You could turn away, go back to whatever you had been, wherever you had come from. End this lovely game of willing death and dark desires. The choices almost seemed to hover before you, hanging in the darkness to either side of this most willing of painsluts, this perfect specimen of beauty and single-minded lust. SNUFF, or DO NOT.

There was no hesitation in your hand.

The knife pressed forward into Chara's belly with all the slow ease of two long-time lovers coming together, and she let out a shuddering moan that was pure pleasure, a smile lighting her face the instant she felt the tip prick her skin. Her mouth came against yours, kissing you with the taste of blood on her lips. Her old tool of self-harm and suicide, your new toy, the knife seemed almost a part of you as you buried it deep inside her stomach, making a new hole in her where the perfect cup of her navel had once been.

Leaving it sheathed there, you press her backward, pushing her down onto a bed that appeared from the nothingness that had once been the world. It was your own bed, taken from some memory, and the sheets quickly stained with blood as Chara writhed upon it, her slender legs wrapping around you as she reached to your cock with steady hands. She had died before, and showed none of the weakness others had as they approached that final end. This version of her would die forever, she knew, but she was all the happier for it. You and her taking pleasure in her death was her only final wish.

Your excitement burns hotter than ever before as Chara's hands take hold of your shaft, handling it with an inexpert, loving touch. She strokes it, learning its shape with her fingers, making you twitch with the pleasure of her exploration. You cut her off with a thrust forward, her hands going to your hips and pulling you in deeper as you push into her depths. She is flawless, tight and hot inside like nothing else, gasping in joy as she felt you break her hymen and crush against the entrance to her womb. The knife handle bobs above her bleeding stomach as she shakes with the force of your thrust, and one of her hands releases you to grab it, yanking it upward while she groans. It tears up to her sternum, and her breathing suddenly becomes ragged, bliss spreading across her face as she cums. The walls of her pussy clamp down hard, convulsing with her pleasure.

Taking the knife from her flesh, you lift her hips with a hand against her ass, pushing your cock up so that her womb bulges out through the new opening in her belly. She trembles with ecstasy, staring with wide eyes at her own internal genitalia, enjoying the sight of them as much as you do. Then, with a sudden flick of the knife, you cut off her clit along with much of her pubis. Her eyes roll up in her head as her orgasm compounds on itself, and her legs squeeze you, hands clawing at her belly and pulling it open, ripping out her organs as she opens her mouth in a soundless cry. She was already dying, and you weren't even halfway to orgasm.

In a burst of inspiration, you bury your arm inside her, reaching through the increasingly terrible wound in her midsection. Her little breasts heave as you break her, her mind gone almost completely. She was smiling with bloodstained teeth, heaving forward and kissing you everywhere she could reach as she felt your fingers seek out her heart. You fucked her as hard as you could, caressing the throbbing engine of her life. It stuttered at your touch, not meant to be handled even gently. You felt it miss a beat, and then buried yourself into her hard, squeezing it in your fist. Chara's eyes went wide, and she hugs you, letting out the softest of moans into your ear. Already her legs are going slack around your hips, the light in her eyes dulling. "Again," she whispers. Then, used up, she dies.

You reset.

Chara's body was still close to yours, but living, moving, pressing against you. You could feel her heart beating next to yours through the soft, small mounds of her breasts. Her perfect face is so near, and the knife is in your hand, her newly flawless skin begging to be cut.

You kick her in the stomach, driving her to the ground and using her to cushion your own fall as you kneel, driving the air out of her with a knee in the gut. Her eyes are wide with shock and breathlessness, but the same expression of bliss as before overcomes her as you plunge the knife horizontally into her pussy, destroying its tightness, ruining her hymen and womb in a single thrust. Her hips are still convulsing, the shock of pain making her reach for her clit to drive herself over the edge when you grab her head. How she plays with herself and how many times she cums are of no concern to you now. Taking her perfect face in both hands, you meet her gaze as she looks up at you, already opening her mouth to accept your bloody, throbbing cock. She knows you've killed her before just by that alone, and when you plunge your shaft inside her, her eyes close as she savors the flavor of her own death.

Facefucking her brutally, you break her nose and jaw as you surpass the limits of her body, tearing and stretching her throat in your wild plunges. It takes less than ten thrusts to bring yourself off after the display of her previous death, and as you cum, she swallows with all she can, eyelids fluttering happily at being used so completely. Your throbbing cock fills her throat enough to make it bulge, far too much for her to breath past, and you could easily choke her with it if you wished. Instead, you snap her neck with a simple twist of your hands, her eyes widening then going glassy as her mind fades away.

You reset.

Chara's body is close to yours, but now she is eye to eye with you, standing close and pressing against you. You could feel her heart beating next to yours through the soft, small mounds of her breasts. Her perfect face is so near, and the knife is in your hand, her newly flawless skin begging to be cut.

You push her to her knees and shove your cock into her fresh mouth, the half-hard flesh filling up her throat completely. She can taste the cum and blood both now, but she cleans it with slow, circling strokes of her tongue, eyes gazing worshipfully up at you. She can only guess how many times you've killed her now. This might be the second, or it might be the millionth. For her, it is always the first, and the last. You caress her cheek lovingly while she suffocates on your cock, still cleaning it even as her chest spasms, her fingers frantically abusing her pussy and clit to try and get one last orgasm before she asphyxiates.

She dies, and you reset.

In the timeless infinity to come, you use the capabilities of the formless void to your advantage, learning more and more how to bend them to your will. Sometimes you just slit her throat instantly after resetting, only watching her die, taking care of just one more timeline no more or less intimately than she deserves. Other times, you lavish attention on her. You give her all the love you had felt potential for when you had first seen her in her coffin, spending years and even decades with her in worlds made out of the nothingness that surrounds you both. You see her grow to maturity, see her bear your children. Always the both of you know it is just a game, that at any moment you will grow bored of it and kill her and any little ones you might have spawned. She lives in anticipation of that moment, but it does not diminish her happiness in playing the game.

In this way you pass the eternity, in your own bloody heaven, ever falling deeper in love with Chara as you snuff her times beyond counting, taking more and more time with each one, growing more inventive with each death. Sometimes you almost forget where you are and how you came to it, the falseness of the world nearly lost as you play the game. Then something will remind you. A little cut. A touch of Chara's hand. The cry of your child. Then the happy memories return, and you recall all the times you've done what you're about to do, just before you reach out to snuff your beloved once again.

THE END