Charlie's utter depravity part 3

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #183
part 1: https://pastebin.com/pc2ACTgJ
part 2: https://pastebin.com/fTAxFsdg
part 4: https://pastebin.com/RuKV8NqY
part 5: https://pastebin.com/TzdhGAYf
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C.U.D Angel nightmare: https://pastebin.com/jrRFWKkZ
C.U.D Pure love is disgusting: https://pastebin.com/ehcXFcWP
C.U.D Double the Love, Double the Fear: https://pastebin.com/iYdnYEMv
C.U.D Baxter needs a hug?: https://pastebin.com/M5cye5Pa
C.U.D Oh deer!: https://pastebin.com/ZyWkm9nb
C.U.D Turn The Other Cheek: https://pastebin.com/B9r0Bj5u
C.U.D The Cuddle Moth Cometh: https://pastebin.com/rx4n9qaC
C.U.D Flipside (NSFW): https://pastebin.com/GNnSWh95
story of C.U.D that still needs to be made: https://pastebin.com/S8sm1L8k
C.U.D Mother Knows Best: https://pastebin.com/5xByrVwx
C.U.D Family Feuds, Family Friends!: https://pastebin.com/qJgd622T
C.U.D Charlie down time: https://pastebin.com/94ftaW60
C.U.D Rampage of the Cuddle Moth part 1: https://pastebin.com/78DhgN1J
C.U.D Rampage of the Cuddle Moth part 2: https://pastebin.com/hSpMQLSM
Cherri Pentious CUDdle Story: https://pastebin.com/SfZgwq6n
C.U.D Cracking the Ice: https://pastebin.com/KUQHZMNy
C.U.D Imp City Blues part 1: https://pastebin.com/SvLXVCcE
C.U.D Imp City Blues part 2: https://pastebin.com/z31WsKcm
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Copying the story from the previous thread:

>he never should've left the front desk
>he always struggled with obeying orders, and that had gotten him into enough trouble in 'Nam - Hell, that's how he ended down here -, but never in his life did he regret a mistake this much
>he was only going to get another drink, but now, he was sitting on a couch with a cuddle-happy princess, half drunk and defenseless
>well, not completely, but he wouldn't want to piss off Alastor, or that moth woman, by carving up the kid to get her off of him
>still...
>she had been hugging and petting him for what felt like hours
>he couldn't escape
>and every single word she said, every gentle encouragement, every soft giggle - it all made him melt
>flustered, he glanced to the side - why was she like this?!
>Charlie remained the very picture of wide-eyed childhood innocence, as she petted and caressed him her long fingers rubbing up his back, digging under his fur
>and yet, within those eyes lay a predatory glint
>something sinister and mischievous
>"Come oooon, Husk... Pretty pleeeeaseeee?"
>"No."
>"Pretty, pretty pleeeeaseeee? With sugar on top?"
>damn, she was good at this - her fingers raked under the fur on the back of his neck, a notoriously difficult spot for cats
>even for him
>"H-Ha. You'd have better luck with rum!"
>"Oh, but I wouldn't want my friend to be all grumpy and hungover, just for a few hours of merriment."
>her hand slipped upwards, fingers opening and closing around the top of his skull, as she moved her hand up and down
>she was getting close... Too close for comfort
>gently as he could, Husk began to push against her
>"Besides..."
>No no no no NO she was too close...!
>"I've yet to make you purrrrr..."
>Oh shit no, back behind the ears, no! No! NO!
>he yeowled, but it indeed became a purr halfway into it
>Charlie was in full control, scratching him behind the ears with one hand, and rubbing circles on his back with the other
>Her smile was so... Devilish!

Cont.
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>"On your back now, Husk. You're getting tummy rubs!"

>down the hallway, the others watched - Vaggie with confusion, Alastor with bemused interest, Niffty, blushing heavily, yet slack-jawed with shock, and Angel Dust, mortified beyond words
>but not for long...
>as the tomcat reclined into a more suppine position, exposing his stomach to the Princess - who then mercilessly went on to administer the aforementioned stomach-caresses - Angel spoke up, with a gulp
>"I'm gonna be sick..."
>it was such a shameless display
>so wrong
>Husk wasn't even completely sober!

>the cat's purring and mewling was really grating on their nerves now - years of smoking and drinking had left Husk sounding coarse
>but the Princess wasn't letting up - now using both hands to rake across his stomach
>even from afar, they could see that she had completely broken him - Husk had a goofy cat-smile on his face, and when Charlie stopped briefly to boop him on the nose, he stuck out his tongue, cross eyed
>Charlie giggled

>this blep was the final straw - Niffty's eye suddenly rolled up, and, with a groan, she collapsed
>had Vaggie not caught her in time, she would've ended up, sprawled out on the floor
>Angel Dust, looking sick to his stomach, and now hyperventilating, vacated the premises
>Vaggie, still busy fanning Niffty, didn't notice the awful, evil smile that crept up onto Al's face behind her
>the Radio Demon wasn't much for intimacy, however, "things" still needed to be done
>and, if he could do it with less body count...
>as quick as it came, the grin shrunk back into an unconfident, wry smile
>of course, getting Charlie to do the deed would require some... Sacrifice

>for the first time in years, Alastor thought about his mother
>sought her memory for strength
>still...
>...this'll have to wait...
>...at least until Charlie had stopped nuzzling the drunkard