the PROTEINUM MOTHE story

From /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #190, the Imp Love Edition
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the PROTEINUM MOTHE story:

Hazbins on a list from 1 to 10 of being most likely to _______
>Drink youz cum
>1) Angel Dust
>2)Stolas
>3)Cherri
>4)Loona
>5)Millie
>6)Moxxie
>7)Katie
>8)Charlie
>9)Alastor
>10)Vaggie
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>Based trips of WRONGNESS!
>Vaggie would be at number one! Her cum huffing/drinking addiction outpaces Angels by a mile! You are a fool to think otherwise!
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>oh god, don't tell me it's moth season already!?
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>She's always in season you bumbling fool! Fucking idiot! Massive buffoon! Massive imbecile! Bone mongler!
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>Guys, that's why we kept buying the protein bars! Don't tell me you forgot to restock!
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>ANON SHE ATE ALL OF THEM YESTERDAY! SHE'S BREAKING DOWN THE BARRICADE!
>>horny vaggie noises in the background
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>Just distract her with a light or something that'll hold her.
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>WE ARE DOOM!
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>CHRIST ON A BIKE! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME WE'RE ALREADY AT DEFCON 1?!

>Ok, don't panic. We can use Angel Dust a stop-gap measure, he'll be able to entertain her for... An hour, maybe? 30 minutes? That is, of course, if he won't join her in a crusade for
>>"CUMMMMMMM...!"

>JAY-ZEUSS H.M.S. CROIXTE!
>SOMEONE CALL BLITZO, STOLAS, ANYONE!
>CALL VAL, HE HAS THE CUMPOP RECIPE!

>>sound of of furniture (and walls) breaking in the background

>FUCK IT ALL, JUST RUN!
>DON'T STOP, DON'T LOOK BACK!
>JUST!
>RUN!

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>CALL CHARLIE! SHE'S THE ONLY ONE LEFT WHO CAN STOP HER!


Cont.
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>>Chan and his board clones are barely managing to keep her at bay
>>Suddenly, /R9K/ stands up
>"I'll go."
>>The other boards look at him
>"You absolute faggot! She wont be satisfied with one person!"
>>/R9k/ looks at /b/
>"Chan can make us, we can make more clones asshole! And plus, >losing virginity, see ya later virgins"
>>/S4S/ gives /R9k/ a look
>"Did you seriously just say greater than in the middle of your sentence?"
>"Fuck you and just go!"
>>/R9k/ grabs a flashlight and flicks it on as the other boards flee
>>/R9k/ prepares himself and his posters for the battle to cum
>>Vaggie breaks down the last obstacle in her way
>>She looks at the light and then to /r9k/ with a feral look
>"Come get some spic! Fuck I've been around /pol/ too much..."
>>She lets out a roar and pounces on /r9k/
>>No one has seen them since
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>>Vaggie was later recovered from a room literally flooded with cum
>>painted from wall to wall (and ceiling) with creme
>>apparently, /r9k/'s virginity was too much, even for her - she was found in the middle of the room, bloated with the stuff, barely capable of breathing (especially since it began to cake on her face
>>Charlie candidly thanked Chan and his boards for their stalwart service, and agreed - should he not be able to clone him anymore - to build a monument in the Hotel lobby for /r9k/
>>a euphemistic one - she'd rather not have his ACTUAL sacrifice be known to new patrons and lodgers

>>Vaggie would quickly recover, and this time around, intent on booting the habit
>>she's joined by Angel Dust, who, apparently inspired by her rapid recovery from the "Bukakke from Hell", decided to kick his own addiction to the curb
>>this goes well for about a month

>>then, the anons forget to restock the protein bars again
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>>Bukkake from hell
>Kek
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>>Before she'd gotten started, she'd made you swear, at the tip of a blade, that you wouldn't tell anyone.
>>Not your friends, not your pets, not the graffiti-coated alley walls, not even your own private journals.
>>No one.
>>It was a pointless promise, no one would ever believe you if you attempted to properly convey what she'd done to you.
>>Her gripping hands, her crazed expression, her tongue, her TEETH, the greedy embrace of her warm throat...
>>Attempting to accurately explain it would sound like the fantasies of a crazed pervert with a severe oral fixation.
>>She swoons when she finally pulls herself off of you, drunk with ecstasy as she rolls your cum over her tongue.
>>She takes her time. This was no mere show for erotic effect, it was pure, self-indulgent revelry.
>>You weren't sure she even remembered your presence scant inches away, she was so fixated on the feeling and flavor of your spunk coating the inside of her mouth.
>>She wraps her arms around herself and gives a full-body shudder as she finally swallows, hugging herself tight as if trying to keep the wonderful feelings coursing through her from escaping.
>>She breathes deep as the last drops trickle down, drawing your scent into her lungs.
>>"Not bad"
>>She chuckles manically before slumping over so heavily you almost can't catch her.
>>You look around for help, but the room is, obviously, quite empty.
>>You ask her if she's alright.
>>She giggles again as the thick ropes that managed to evade her gullet continue to drip down her face.
>>"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Just don't drop me."
>>You don't.
>>You rest her head in your lap, and let her lay there, shivering and giggling in delight, until she finally drifts off to sleep.
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>>it is only after a few encounters you decide to take the matter up with Charlie
>>there's no two ways of getting around it - Vaggie's addiction is out of control, and it's been seriously affecting her faculties for a while now
>>it's getting rather noticeable, too, and not just from her behavior
>>more and more of the staff appear parched, or downright dehydrated, each morning
>>poor Angel Dust can barely stand somedays - he often feebly complains that he won't be able to do his job
>>Husk had actually switched from booze to water, due to how dried out he feels
>>You're genuinely wondering how Charlie didn't notice any of this
>>Entering her office, you find out that she probably did
>>because H O L E E S H E E T
>>Vaggie - who had been progressively shifting into the "Heroin chick" appearance, practically since the first time she sucked you off, now appeared to be in good health
>>and then some - holy shit, she was...
>>dare you say?
>>thick?
>>definitely not Dummy Thicc level, but she had rounded out nicely
>>you idly wondered if that was because she was hooked up to what looked like a hooka with a serious industrial makeover, which seemed to steadily pump... Cum? into her mouth, in small, well-paced gulps
>>the fact that she was buck naked only clicked in your brain after a few minutes
>>"Gorgeous, isn't she?"
>>you froze
>>Charlie, horns bared and eyes glowing red, stood beside you with a loving expression
>>you didn't say anything
>>nothing needed to be said - she explained it on her own
>>the machine
>>the recovered cumpop recipe
>>the revised formulas
>>how she used Angel to test them out
>>...wait, what?
>>and her plans to pamper her girlfriend with as much seminal fluid as her heart desires - the added vitamins and trace elements would ensure that she'll get all the nutrients she needed out from the stuff
>>when you nodded, and asked why Anger Moth (Semen Moth? Cum Moth?) was naked, Charlie only purred, and you didn't press any further