Charlie's Utter Depravity: Baxter needs a hug

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #201
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I can't find the picture I originally wanted to use, so this will have to do.

Cue another Depravity fan story, in which Baxter's bad habit gets him into more trouble than he could have imagined.

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>Baxter wasn't sure what was wrong with him
>He thought himself a logical man
>A man of science. A man of careful consideration, not irrational compulsions
>Why then, was he sitting in a dark room, arms wrapped around his own torso, attempting to emulate the feeling of being hugged?
>He knew why, if only at the most basic level
>He couldn't get the image of The Princess and her consort out of his head
>The gentle smile, the soft-spoken words of encouragement, the long, chaste embrace crowned with a series of head pats.
>It was all so repulsive
>It had been burned into his mind, its twisted image intruding upon every train of rational thought
>But why? Really, WHY?
>Why did he continue to dwell on sights that had brought him to his knees and reduced him to inarticulate sobs?
>It defied all logic
>He should be taking steps to block the incident out, to erase it from his memory
>Instead it was playing on and endless loop in his mind's eye
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>Even as he contemplated the absurdity of the exercise, he found himself gently resting his hand on his own shoulder
>That was something Charlie had been doing more often, to more and more demons as of late
>It wasn't until he'd witnessed the incident between her and Vaggie that he'd realized just what it could lead to
>Such a gross display of affection, in complete violation of even the most basic decontamination procedures any sensible person would know to follow!
>Baxter caught himself attempting to pat his own back and shook his head in irritation
>This was not productive
>His arms bundled up around his chest again

>The piscine demon drew his mouth into a thin line
>His method was inadequate
>The act of hugging, by its nature, required two distinct, detached masses
>Even if he could find a way to position his arms around himself in the proper position, the lack of any substantial object in their midst would render the act a pale simulacrum of the real thing
>Adding another participant to the experiment was out of the question, he'd be quite content to keep the results of his research private
>He turned his attention to the assortment of throw pillows that occupied much of the sofa-space around him
>A mismatched set as to be expected of a resource-strapped operation like The Hotel
>The lack of uniformity had irritated him to no end when he'd first checked in
>Now though, it looked as though it could suit his purpose
>He reached out and selected one that was about the same size as he was
>It was nothing more than curiosity. Nothing to fret about. He was a scientist, curiosity was a natural part of him, no matter how morbid it could be
>He'd scratch that itch, and scratch it properly, and then he could file away what he'd learned in his 'No Practical Application' data folder and start acting like a rational demon again
>No one else had to know
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>Baxter drew the pillow to his chest and gave it a squeeze
>He drew a deep breath and let it out slowly
>Well, that was that
>A disappointment on the whole, really
>Hardly anything to remark upon
>Yes, yes. Up and down, left and right, front and back, a wholly unremarkable occurrence

>He was still clinging to the pillow some time later
>At some point, he slumped over on his side
>He wasn't particularly enjoying himself, no
>He'd simply begun to realize that he felt, well, less stressed. Less stressed than he had in a while.
>Simple logic dictated that, such an effect being desirable, whatever process was producing it should be allowed to continue
>Therefore, no deviation in behavior was called for.
>In fact, it would likely be counterproductive, even if what he was doing right now wasn't necessarily related to the reduction in tension he was feeling
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>A yawn crept up from within him
>Alone as he was, he didn't bother to stifle it
>He felt as though he might actually be able to doze off
>He hadn't slept particularly well in...
>Well
>Who knew?
>He pushed his goggles up out of his eyes, lest he end up on top of them and wake up to an unwelcome outline pressed into his skin
>Shifting slightly to find a better position, he breathed out and allowed the heavy cloud of sleep to begin settling over him
>It was most welcome, after so long without being able to sleep through the night

>As he drifted off, he was vaguely aware of the opening and shutting of a door
>Foot steps
>A feminine voice, muffled by the walls
>That all meant something...
>Something...........
>Something BAD
>Baxter bolted upright, now painfully awake and alert, just in time for someone to flick on the lights
>"Oh my~"
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>Baxter quickly pushed the pillow he'd been hugging as far away from himself as he could
>It was a pointless effort
>He'd been caught, by the worst demon in all of hell who could have possibly caught him

>"Am I interrupting something?"
>Charlie brought a delicate, black-nailed hand up to her mouth to stifle a giggle
>Baxter's mouth on the other hand remained uncovered, flapping open and closed uselessly as his mind raced
>There had to be SOMETHING he could say, some excuse he could offer for the shameful state he'd just been seen in
>Not that Charlie seemed to be interested in hearing it
>She was already beside him on the couch, wearing a playful, sugar-sweet smile
>Curse it all, how could she move so fast?!
>"Is someone feeling a little lonely?"
>A shudder ran through him.
>That voice. So syrupy. Like caramel.
>He tried to slide away from her, careful to avoid eye contact. He'd long suspected that her frequent success in sating her bizarre desires might be related to some sort of transfixative ability she held over her victims
>The light touch of her hand on his shoulder stopped him dead in his tracks
>She was
>So
>Damn
>Warm
>There was no doubt, she had the power to paralyze, but it had nothing to do with her gaze
>"Hey"
>The demoness spoke softly, as if she feared breath alone might break him, slowly closing in as she did so
>"I'm sure it can be kind of embarrassing to ask, but..."
>Baxter's stomach turned
>"...please remember, I'm always available if you need a hug, 'kay?"
>Baxter tried to scream as he felt Charlie's arms envelope him, but it caught in his throat.
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>no no No NO NO
>Too close
>Far too close
>He had no idea where she'd been, what she'd been doing
>Contaminated
>She was CONTAMINATED
>She needed to be kept away from him. FAR AWAY, until he could be sure-
>He drew a breath, trying to invigorate himself to escape
>He ended up with a lungful of Charlie's scent instead
>Apple blossoms
>It was as if he were standing in the midst of a vast orchard at the onset of the season.
>He began to relax
>Not purely of his own will, it was simply too exhausting to keep every muscle in his body under such tension for so long
>The Princess seemed to take this as an invitation for more
>The tightness of her embrace slackened and the diminutive demon felt himself being delicately re-positioned
>His chin came to rest on her shoulder, where the edges of her silken locks could tickle at him as she continued to run her hand over her back.
>He could hear her cooing to him, but his mind was in such a haze that he had trouble keeping his eyes open, let alone focusing on whatever she was saying.
>That was of course, until a second voice cut in.
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>"Well, well, aren't we looking cozy?"
>Baxter started and strained to look toward the source of the interruption
>He knew that voice

>Vaggie stood a short distance away, arms loosely folded under her chest
>The Princess's full-time paramour, ready to take up the mantle of ruthless bodyguard at a moment's notice
>Baxter had seen her get angry
>Seen the consequences those who aroused her anger faced
>And now she'd caught him in the arms of her lover
>Yet...she didn't look angry
>She looked.....amused?
>Yes. Amused. But not the sort of light amusement one might regard a clown or a comedic showman with
>More the amusement of a cat who'd happened upon a sparrow with a broken wing
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>"Is there room for one more?"
>Oh no.
>Baxter felt panic begin to rise in him again.
>"Of course!"
>He couldn't handle this. Being hugged by a single person after all this time had already left him light-headed and weak-kneed
>He tried to protest as Vaggie settled in on the opposite side of him from Charlie, but his voice seemed to have been lost entirely
>Charlie never let go of him, leaving him to watch helplessly as the ashen-skinned moth demon scooted toward them both
>There was something...wicked about the way she sidled up
>Charlie, for what it was worth, seemed so earnest and genuine in her twisted behavior
>This one though, this one knew exactly what she was doing
>And she loved it
>He tried to shrink away as she reached for him, but there was nowhere to go but deeper into Charlie's embrace
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>Vaggie threw her arms around the both of them
>Baxter found himself pinned in between the overly-affectionate Princess and her cruelly-affectionate partner
>His head had somehow ended up tucked beneath Charlie's chin
>From behind, Vaggie found just the right way to situate herself so that she could rest her own chin on his shoulder, pressing her cheek against his.
>Looking askance into her good eye, he tell how delighted she was with the whole situation.
>The few seconds he had to meet her gaze told him all he needed to know
>She closed her eye almost as quickly as the gravity of the situation began to weigh down on him
>Then she hummed contentedly, so loud he could feel it resonating in him
>He wasn't sure what was happening until he felt an infernally warm hand rake lightly across his head
>Charlie was patting both of them
>One hand tangled up in Vaggie's hair, the other stroking his head
>This was too much
>All of it, just too much
>A gloved hand came to rest on the back of his neck
>It started scratching, working its way upward, rubbing at his scalp, moving quickly to attack any spot that Charlie's petting missed
>Baxter fainted.
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>Vaggie contemplated the blue-grey visaged demon whose head rested in her lap
>Baxter actually looked rather peaceful now
>Charlie had encouraged her to stay and keep him company some time after he'd 'nodded off'
>She had business of some sort to attend to, but there was no reason the two of them couldn't continue enjoying their cuddling session
>She was quite happy to oblige
>This was rather different from what she'd previously done to Angel Dust
>Whereas Angel was warm, Baxter was cold
>Not unpleasantly cold, mind you, more like a refreshing kiss of wintergreen
>Angel was fluffy, but Baxter was smooth and glossy
>So much so that she'd opted to draw off her gloves and set them aside so she could properly appreciate the feeling of his scales beneath her fingers
>Lastly, Angel towered over her. Baxter on the other hand, was one of the only demons she'd met whom she had an advantage in height over
>While there was a certain satisfaction in having a larger, more dangerous demon helpless in her grasp, there was something more relaxing about this.
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>Baxter began to stir
>He seemed confused and disoriented at first, blinking the sleep from his eyes and turning his head this way and that
>His eyes suddenly widened into saucers as the realization of where he was and who he was with hit him
>Vaggie met his terrified gaze and placed a hand on his chest before he could try to sit up, fixing him with a look that said "No, no, no, you're not going anywhere"
>Baxter breathed a heavy sigh
>She could feel the tension melt out of him as she continued to pat his head
>Well, mostly. He was still a bit restless, eyes darting to-and-fro as he bit at his bottom lip
>She reached down and gently placed a single finger on the bridge of his nose
>"Boop"
>She giggled, the bird song-y one she'd been working on, as a blush crept up the anglerfish demon's face
>His lure wagged, drawing her attention. She'd been curious about it, but too swept up in the thrill of a group hug to give it proper notice.
>She bumped at it as lightly as she could, like a curious cat noticing a loose thread
>Baxter's blush grew deeper, but he didn't flinch
>She hadn't caused him any pain then. That was good. Something to explore for future cuddling
>For now though, she was content to cup his chin and pet him until the thrill of conquest finally faded
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>Nifty watched the duo in silence, careful not to poke her head out too far
>She felt a pang of guilt at her voyeuristic behavior, but also a twinge of jealousy
>She rather liked Baxter
>He was handsome, well spoken, and, well....
>The tiny demon put a hand to her cheek as she felt a blush taint it
>He was just the right height that she could kiss him with no trouble if she really felt like it
>Even so, she didn't consider what had just transpired a loss
>Baxy had let both Charlie and Vaggie hug him, quite extensively
>He could easily stand up and leave even now, Vaggie wouldn't have stopped him
>But he was still resting in her lap, letting her pet him
>So that meant he was amenable to hugs, right?
>Sooooooo, perhaps, if she played her cards right, she could get a hug too?

and that's a wrap