Charlie Utter Depravity Part 5

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #214
part 1: https://pastebin.com/pc2ACTgJ
part 2: https://pastebin.com/fTAxFsdg
part 3: https://pastebin.com/MuGTE5EK
part 4: https://pastebin.com/RuKV8NqY
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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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>...great, another sleepless night
>that was how it was going to be from now on, was it?
>lying in wait, hoping no one would sneak into the room, pull off the covers, and...
>...
>this'll not to
>get up
>most other rooms come with their own bathroom, this used to only have a sink, before they installed the pristine, modern bathroom
>Hell, might as well try to sleep in there
>it may not be as soft, but it was warmer than this old hovel - the hot water pipes were in the back wall behind the tub, keeping the room warm, and the small window meant that little heat escaped
>more importantly, thanks to how new it was, there was no issue with mold
>mold was... everywhere
>you could hardly find a single room in the building that didn't carry that musk, that stench of decay and rot
>...makes you wanna tear down wallpaper and plaster, and pressure wash what decayed skeleton is left after all the bawdy decor had been thorn off
>it's unsanitary!
>UN-SA-NI-TA-RY!!!
>...and disgusting
>even like when sitting on the bed like this, you could feel the cold, moist air around you
>the dank, musky stench reaching down your through, into the lungs...

>there was knock on the door


>he didn't expect her to open so suddenly... but then, the stench of the room hit him

"Good Lord, is that mold?!"

>Niffty froze
>sure, it wasn't her fault the old building's room were like that, but still, that was the first thing he noticed
>...was it that noticeable
>her head hung in shame, as she began to fiddle with her fingers

>noticing how her smile disappeared, the guilty fish quickly gathered his bearings, and coughed

"I have... Something I'd like to discuss..."
>he began
"...If you could visit me in my room..."
>her eyes widened
"...Your room? ...Not the lab?"
>he nodded, slightly, his glower bobbing up-and-down, it's neutral blue-white light gaining a slightly pinkish hue
"...Yes... I'd prefer to discuss matters... Privately."

Cont.
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>he watched as the little cyclops slowly raised her head, starry-eyed, with a big, toothy smile spreading on her face
>then, the door slammed shot
>Baxter blinked, his own small smile frozen onto his frace

"Ms. Niffty?"

"You go on ahead, I'll be there in a jiffy!"

>he could hear the sound of clothes swishing through the thin door
>blushing slightly, he shook his head, not allowing himself to fantasize - and grumbled, instead

"Women..."


***

>he sat on his bed, hands in his lap, wondering
>was she really coming?
>it was rather late, and judging from her attire, she'd been trying to sleep
>...goodness, did he just wake her up for a talk? That could've waited until the morning? Gosh, that was so rude!
>then again, she did answer the door almost immediately, and likewise, quickly set out to be dressed
>his head swam a little, thinking back to that - the quiet swishing of clothes, and scraping of drawers and the creaking of the cupboard door's joints
>he wondered - did she cast off her nightgown before picking out her clothes?
>was she--?
>NO
>no, you will not think of her like that!

>honestly, it was unbecoming of him!
>a gentleman, having such fantasies of a woman...!
>this place had clearly been a bad influence on him!
>...
>...this place
>Hell
>...
>...yeah, might want to get off the high horse there, Kant

>still, he hoped he wasn't imposing upon her, inviting her to his room for a talk--
>the sound of rapid footfalls interrupted his ponderings
>he could hear panting from behind the door
>oh yeah
>no wonder it took her so long
>his room was on the top floor
>in fact, by all accounts, it WAS the top floor - a separate, almost ladder-like, high stairway lead up to sky-lighted room under the only flat portion of roof
>he was genuinely surprised they let him pick it in the first place, especially since he also required a basement lab to work in

Cont.
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>perhaps, he figured, they thought the distance would be punishment enough - the Hotel had disjointed (and largely non-functioning) elevators, with several shafts stopping and starting between different floors
>the only lift that visited all floors (apart from his room) was the paternoster - but there's no way in Hell he'd step into that deathtrap
>they tried rigging up the ancient dumbwaiter system to function as one - he was light enough for it -, but much like with the paper-"insulated" copper wiring on the third and fourth floor, it didn't take long for things to go horribly wrong, and after having to be freed by knocking out portions of the wall when he ended up stuck between two levels, he decided to just take the stairs instead

>with the panting reduced to a steady breathing, his visitor had seemingly managed to collect herself from running up the stairs, and knocked on the door

"Come in!"

>the door opened to reveal...
>Niffty!
>...in a fetching black swing skirt, daringly low-cut pink blouse and baby blue neck scarf
>she was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed (accentuating her petite bosom), and eye half-lidden
>...and did she put on rogue?

>Niffty stared at the gaping, wide-eyed fish, trying her hardest to maintain composure

"...ppffFFFHAHAHAHA!"

>n-no. no, she couldn't - he looked so goofy like that!
>sighing, she walked over to the bed...
>...and realized that, despite being one of the shorter guests at the Hotel (not that big of a challenge, considering he was the only other guest besides walking, silky skyscraper that is Angel Dust), he was still taller than her
>...meaning that her legs will dangle off the bed
>DAMN IT!


>Baxter watched as she jumped up to plop down next him - respecting the one-foot distance minimum he required (though, even that was starting to feel redundant - so much has changed recently)
>he was wonder how to begin - there was a lot on his mind, and didn't want to waste her time

Cont.
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>dangle, dangle, dangle
>too short for the ride
>seeing everything from a low angle
>sit on the bed, and your legs hang high
>all you can do is dangle

>and dangle them she did, kicking them out almost high enough to lift her skirt
>her height usually didn't bother her - and Baxter was short enough that she could easily reach his face, anyway -, but damn, did it feel silly to sit like this
>she wasn't a little kid anymore!
>she was in Hell, for God's sake!
>...
>...then again, she HAD seen kids down here...
>...kids who had been kids when they died...
>...
>...and now she felt sad. Damn it.
>she'll have to talk about those jhoogen-whatever-kids to Charlie, 'cause God knows they didn't deserve to be down here
>Kawaisōna...

"Ms. Niffty..."
>Baxter began
"I'm sure you're aware of the... Recent behavior of our dear Princess..."

>oh yes
>that cuddlebug!

>Niffty didn't really understood the whole hubbub about hugs and kisses down here
>it was fun to watch, seeing Hell, of all places, be thrown into what she could only describe as a moral panic over something as chaste and mundane as this
>even Angel Dust, who, to her best knowledge, was one of, if not THE most infamous adult actors in the Underworld, would loose his cool over this
>it's silly, and funny, watching him freak out over it
>well, until she saw that he was dry heaving - then, the fun abruptly stopped

"Yes?"

"Well, in that case, I think you're probably aware that her habit has... Spread... To her, eh, consort?"

"You mean, Ms. Vaggie?"

"...I still refuse to believe that that is her actual name, but yes."

"Mmm what about her?"

"Well... It's just that..."

>yes?

"It seems... That..."

>yeees?

"...Their appetite... Fffor hugs, aaand... Close physical contact..."

>yeeeeeeeees?

"...Had become rather voracious as of late, and...!"

>SPIT IT OUT ALREADY, BOY!

"Yes?"

>Baxter sighed

"...They've recently had me... W-Wrapped up in it..."

>yeah, she had seen that, what's the big iss--wait

Cont.
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"O-oh?"

"Y-Yes, I'm afraid they had found me in a vulnerable spot, and..."

>oh no

"Well... Ah-I... Realized something..."


>tch
>should've expected this, really
>...
>...how could she compete?
>she should've realized it the moment she saw him with... them
>there was no way
>...there was no way...

"I've... Come to the conclusion that..."

>here it comes

"ILIKEHUGS!"

>...nani?

"What?"

"I just... I know this sounds rich, especially for someone as meticulous and rational as I am, but..."

>was he serious?

"...The... Close proximity really did help lower my stress. Of course, it would help if the Princess and her love-I MEAN consort would give us a warning before they do so, but...!

>...
>heh
>of course, of course it is!

"...I-I'm not sure if I'm expressing this sentiment right, but..."

>of course he wouldn't fall for them
>...he wouldn't fall for anyone, would he...?
>...
>she's not crying, you're crying

"I like hugs, too!"
>Baxter stared

"O-Oh..."


>they sat there for a while, both just staring at a spot on the floor
>then...

>there was quiet sound - the ruffling and creasing of clothes
>she felt something - something lukewarm - that wrapped around her frame, closing around her above her stomach - conspicuously avoiding her breasts
>Niffty froze
>he was hugging her!
>Baxter was hugging her!
>what's more, she realized, he had taken off his black labcoat, revealing the cheap gray corduroy turtleneck underneath it
>she shivered, inhaling through a shaky breath, as her own arms unfolded and made their way around his waist, and she pulled back their bodies touching completely


>they just sat there, breathing each other in
>she pulled herself close, smelling him trough the fabric
>cool, salty sea air
>moist, but not in the same, musty way her room was - it was refreshing. Clean

Cont.
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>he leaned in, his chin resting against her head
>faintly, he could smell something - something sweet
>slowly, he lowered his head - face rubbing against her hair
>the smell grew stronger
>strawberries
>he inhaled deeply, drinking in her sweet scent - it sent shivers down her spine

>slowly, her arm slipped up from the ring she formed around his waist, and made its way to his chest
>while he was no Olympic swimmer, Baxter's clothes were deceptively loose - he was plenty strong, even if his muscles were more on the wiry side
>heh
>apart from his legs - she had seen them on full display when they had to share the bathroom
>all that stair climbing...
>it did wonders to the fishy man's lower body - she could swear she saw tears of jealousy in Angel's eyes upon seeing that toned rump
>she couldn't tell, really
>she was too busy staring... blushing...
>and maybe drooling, a bit...
>now up close, she could faintly make out the muscles under his trousers


>despite their marginal differences in height, he practically enveloped her lithe frame
>as he felt her hand reach up and tap around his chest, he began to lift one of his own, and settled it at the crook of her neck, while his fingers began to idly rub up and down her chin and cheek
>she was soft - far softer than she seemed
>while she was petite, her clothes somehow managed to hide her actual - rather comely - shape, accentuated by her short height
>she wasn't, to use modern parlance, "thick", per say, or a "shortstack" - she was rather svelte and sweet
>all that cleaning made for a nice workout, and she wasn't a big eater to begin with
>but she was awfully tense, though - far tenser than he anticipated... and that wouldn't do
>there had to be a way to address this...
>he was no good at massages, but...
>...

>while she felt comfortable, leaning against his side, she found herself humming as she melted into his touch
>then, she felt his finger reach under her chin, and lift her head

Cont.
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>curious, she looked up
>and got lost in the pair of claret eyes staring back at her
>he was... really close

>he had to admit, staring into a single eye felt a bit... Odd
>but Hell giveth wath, err, what it found pleasing
>and really, he couldn't complain - that single starry orb spoke volumes more than any pair he'd stared into

>he leaned down - she reached up, arm wrapping around his shoulder
>he pulled her close, and...

>their lips touched

>it was a chaste kiss - no exploring of mouths, no sharing of spit
>just a long, deep kiss

>her hand on the back of his head, deftly snuck under his earfin, and her fingers were now upon his hair - not yet digging into it, just getting a feel of his coiffure
>oily... but that was to be expected

>he was doing the same, clawed hands idly placed upon the back of her head, twiddling with her hay-like locks

>finally, after some time that both felt too short, and like eternity, their lips parted
>breathless, though not panting they leaned into each other even further, foreheads touching

"...How long?"
>she asked
>he could only sigh

"I've only just realized it... Kept denying it for too long, because... Y'know, science... A-And stuff..."

>she chuckled, placing a cool hand on his cheek

"That's alright... You like science... Shouldn't stop it because of me..."
>she then sighed as well
"Still... Glad you've... Come around to it..."

"Yeah..."

>they stared at each other, for some time
>then, unexpectedly, she yawned squinting cutely as she did
>he also felt his eyelids growing heavy

"I suppose... We better tuck in for tonight..."

"Yeah..."

>...

"Do you want me to...?"

"Stay..."

"...Alright."

>they fell asleep soon, resting in each other's embrace - the morning would see the two frantically change clothes and shower, hoping to hide any trace of their liaison
>...can't hide it forever, though

>but for now, they rested
>in each other's arms
>and hearts


Well, that's it for Part 5, lads!
Hope you enjoyed it!