SnakeBomb Swap

from /hhg/ - Hazbin Hotel General Thread #217 & #218
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>Swapped vaggie is pure sex and i would gladly let her take my virginity
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>Lucky for you, she has the PERFECT ASS - even if she isn't that big topsides, she can more than easily hold you down and rut you like there's no tomorrow.
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>>Angel is insecure about having a lack of ass.
>>Swapped Veggie is probably insecure on her lack of tits.
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>>Ywn tell swapped vaggie that you like her smol breasts
>>She will never get embarrassed when you play with them or tease her nipples
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>>Swapped Cherri is also bottom heavy
>>But she also has a bigger bust than vaggie
>>She's a business woman first and a war lord second
>>So she spends most of her time sitting on her ass working and eating unhealthy food
>>Teasing her about the small pudge she has is a guaranteed way to get your ass kicked
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>>Ywn be swapped cherris sectary
>>Ywn mostly just eat her out under the desk
>>Ywn be her not so secret boyfriend
>>Ywn listen to the bomb gals gossiping in their cartoony new york accents
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>And all the bomb gals will be voiced by Zack
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>Swapped Cherri is also bottom heavy
>But she also has a bigger bust than vaggie
>She's a business woman first and a war lord second
>So she spends most of her time sitting on her ass working and eating unhealthy food
>Teasing her about the small pudge she has is a guaranteed way to get your ass kicked
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>that's what "Sir" Pent likes about her
>despite her otherwise striking appearance, she can get easily winded when she has to rely on her bodily strength for long
>it's not so much the presence of fat, but rather, the lack of muscle and stamina that's the problem
>and when she gets ticked off enough, she'll keep going even if she collapses
>a lot of times, it was actually the snake who had to save her - carrying her away from the wrong side of the tracks whenever a fit knocked her out there
>much like Canon!Cherri loves to fluster Canon!Sir Pentious, so does "Sir" Pent like to see her get all hot and bothered - he alternates between insults and lewd, but sincere compliments
>Cherri won't admit it, but she gets her best sleeps when she ends up knocked out, and cradled by the snake's coils
>also, unlike Canon!Sir Pent, "Sir" Pent is not a constrictor, but a jumper, glider, and biter - he has a habit of leaving lightly venom-laced "lovebites" on her, causing her to trip balls or act drunk(enly confident)
>he'd actually saved one of her meetings with the latter effect at once
>Vaggie's sure they'll be together by the end of the year
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Daww, i want some green of them being cute together
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>"WAIT 'TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU...!"
>"Ahaha. You're welcome to try, bitch! I'd like to see that fat ass of yours keep up with me!"
>"RAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!"
>with yet another of her machines defeated - Bomb Gals scampering around to gather the parts...
>...if they they weren't blow up by one of "Sir" Pent's egg bombs...
>the slithering snake once again found himself being chased by the irate businesswoman
>honestly, at this point, is wasn't so much about turf as it was about seeing her reaction
>...and, well, seeing her again, if he's being honest
>amazing how long those high-heels last - and how far she's lasted in them
>currently, they were running across the rooftops - well, she was running
>HE was slithering and jumping across the gaps, forming mini arches as he did - and remaining juuuust out of reach for her
>finally, they came to a gap wide enough that only he could jump
>once firmly on the other side, he looked back, just to see her halt, nervously peer over the edge of the roof
>it was a loooong way down - thrice as long as it was across - clearly, she hasn't been noticing the rising elevation
>she did now, though - panting and sweating, she bent forward, hand on her knees, trying to get some fresh air in
>"What's the matter, "princess"? All that sweet bubble butt weighing you down? Perhaps if you didn't sit on all day, and put it to good work, maybe--!"
>"Oh my God, like, SHUT UP!"
>already, she had whipped out the grenade launcher, and began to bombard his side of the roof - a cluster of five bombs appearing above him in an instant
>"Sir" Pents eyes widened, his smile fading - she really was going all-out, wasn't she
>still, he deftly dodged all of them - and every other she'd thrown afterwards
>it made for good exercise - while she, once again, just stood still, quivering with rage (and from the recoil of the grenade launcher, small as it was - God DANG dat ass!)

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>"Hey, toots! If you'd calm your sweet tits and reposition yourself, your fat flanks wouldn't be at a risk for a COUNTER-ATTACK!"
>and he just tossed back the grenades
>Cherri's eye widened - she just stood, like a deer in a the headlights, as the bomb came careening back towards her
>"Sir" Pent's smile began to fade again
>...she...
>...She'll dodge, right?
>...Not going to just stand there, and...
>Oh, she did!
>in the last second, the suited woman jumped to the side, the grenade exploding upon impact on the very spot she stood a moment ago
>of course, being THIS close to an explosion had thrown her to the side a bit
>...and hiked up her skirt, giving the snake a wonderful view of that sweet, freckled bubble butt
>she was wearing nylon stockings, too!
>...and garterbelts. Naughty girl.
>the snake chuckled, licking his lips, as the cyclops slowly stood up, rubbing her head
>"Ooowww..."
>"What's the matter, sweet cheeks? Done showing off?"
>she blinked at him with a furrowed brow, wondering what he was talking about...
>...Until he noticed that her undies were out in the open for all (all of one lecherous snake) to see
>blushing madly, she quickly pulled the skirt down - giving him a generous view of her décolletage
>"Noice..." he murmured, as Cherri picked up the launcher again
>...for the next couple of minutes, they played what he would later call "Sudden Death Dodgeball", with her launching her bombs, him dodging it, and occasionally throwing one or two back to keep her on her feet
>if she was getting winded before, she was exhausted by now
>hair disheveled, face red from the exertion, and with sweat stains all over her suit, she still kept going, probably running sheer rage and fumes at this point
>but, all good things come to an end - and before "Sir" Pent could get even a bit winded, a few, hollow clicks echoed in the sudden silence

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>he watched with interest, as Cherri's focused look gave way to an incredulous stare, as she looked down upon her weapon, pulling the trigger a couple more times, only to get the same clicking noise
>slowly, her face twisted into a frown, then a scowl, eye tearing up
>shaking increasingly violently she let out a frustrated shriek, throwing he grenade launcher across the gap between them...
>and hitting the side of the building roughly underneath the snake, causing the the weapon to shatter with a tiny explosion
>she continued to stomp and shriek angrily
>her rival watched the temper tantrum with interest
>peel back the glitzy glamour of Wall Street and the bomb-chucking bravado, and all you're left with is a petulant little girl in need of love
>he shook his head, chuckling, before calling out to her:
>"Just give up, sweetheart, you're embarrassing yourself!"
>this at least caught her attention
>"Tell you what, let's call it a day - I can always whoop your purdy derriere tomorrow!"
>but Cherri was having none of it - she was well and truly off on one, and nothing could sate her rage at this point - other than wringing the snake demon's neck
>flailing, clawing at the skies, she ran back a couple of yards, before turning around, eye locked onto the still grinning "Sir" Pent
>and the next second, she shot off towards the edge of the roof
>the snake's smile faded, as it slowly dawned upon her just what the irate business-type was doing
>...she wasn't going to jump it, wasn't she...?
>she KNOWS she can't make it - even if she was in peak condition, she wouldn't be able to--!
>and that was when she jumped
>she barely made it halfway, when her flight began to sharply curve downwards
>she could still just barely see the horrified look on "Sir" Pent's face, before her view was filled with the windows of the building flashing by...
>...and the ever-approaching concrete below
>she shut her eyes...

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>...only to feel something prop her up from underneath, halting her fall - or rather, redirecting it, as she now swung to side, holding onto whatever had caught her for dear life
>with an almighty, rattling crash, "Sir" Pent's body slammed against the wheeled, plastic dumpster, causing the snake to yell a litany of Victorian-era curses, and let go of the edge of the roof with his tail, dropping the last couple of feet onto the ground
>both crashes knocked the wind out of Cherri, who finally let go of the snake's torso, slipping towards the ground - and into his arms
>still panting, though, now only to try and and steady her heart, she glanced up at the snake, who observed the forming bruise on his side, hissing angrily, with forked tongue whipping between his bared fangs
>weakly, she reached up, with the hopes of slapping him - but only managed a weak pap that smooshed his face slightly
>it did get his attention, though, as he quickly looked back to see if the businesswoman was alright, while she kept weakly batting his face like a cat, muttering
>"I... have you... now!"
>he just gave her an uncharacteristically stern look
>"You could've gotten yourself killed. Again." he said, firmly
>blinking profusely with a confused look on her face, Cherri lowered her arm letting it hang loosely by her side
>suite loose and blouse opened, she cast her head back, eye shut, as she tried to catch her breath, practically steaming
>momentarily distracted by her heaving, sweat-glistening chest, the snake quickly turned his attention to her exposed neck... and gave her a quick nip
>she yelped, and briefly stared back up at him again, startled...
>...before her eye began to struggle focusing, her eyelid grew heavy, and her head drooped back
>she fell into a dreamless sleep

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>he watched her sleeping form with interest, propped upon his coiled body - exactly the way she liked it, he knew
>her breathing slowly steadied, as the red retreated from her face
>still, she was soaked in sweat and disheveled
>unconscious like this, she'd be the target of every rapist in a district-wide radius
>the snake sighed, and, gently lifting her up to hold her, bridal-style, he slinked off towards the general direction of the Hotel

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>"Holy fuck, Pent, what happened?!"
>Gospel looked up
>while hearing his daughter speak like that was, sadly, a common occurrence, the tone of her voice clued him in on the fact that a more urgent matter needed his attention
>leaving his paperwork at the desk, he kitchen, and marched out into the lobby, Loona and Blitzo in tow
>there, he found an alarmed Vag-MARGARET, standing beside his rogue of a friend, "Sir" (he was certain knighthood was faker than the "hair" some of his colleagues in life) Pent...
>...holding his unconscious daughter
>"Cherri?"
>Cherri was busy snoozing, soft breaths indicating a deep sleep
>she looked like she had run a marathon, dirt sticking to her sweaty body
>the snake also looked a bit ragged, his body bent at an angle around a large bruise on his side, that very clearly caused him to wince from time to time
>"What happened?" he asked
>"Our usual bit of tolchok." the snake replied "She did her spiel about conquest, I crashed the party, we had a bit of a chase across the rooftops, and a bomb juggling competition..."
>Gospel raised an eyebrow at that, but allowed him to continue
>"Then, she decided to throw me a fucking curveball by throwing herself off the roof..."
>Gospel's and Vaggie's eyes widened, the latter swearing under her breath in Spanish
>"I just barely managed to catch her, and..." and he looked down at the bruise
>Gospel simply pondered, looking at the sleeping cyclops, and gently sweeping a loose lock out from her eye

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>no smell of sex, just sweat, dirt and blood - he should really get that bruise checked out
>thankfully, she appeared unharmed
>however, Gospel wasn't about to let it go so easily
>"Right... And why, pray tell, did she jump off a roof?"
>"Sir" Pent just blinked, not sure where he was going
>"When battled across to roofs with an empty lot between us. I made the jump and she just chucked grenades after me, while I returned the favor."
>Gospel gave a soft frown - usually a good indicator that whoever he was speaking too had fucked up (even Vaggie winced upon noticing this), but the snake kept on going, unfettered:
>"Eventually, she ran out ammo. She threw a tantrum, tried to hit me with the launcher itself, then took a running start to the gap to try and neck me from the air... She overestimated her own jumping capabilities, and was careening towards the concrete before she could make it across."
>"Yup, that sounds like Cherri, alright..." Vaggie sighed, sweeping another loose lock out of the sleeping girls eye
>"And you jumped after her?" Gospel asked
>"Yeah. Bungeed of the side of the building, hit my hide on one of the rollie-bins by the wall, but I caught her. Put her to sleep with a love-bite, and came here ASAP."
>Gospel hmm-ed, giving the two a once over, before resting a hand on the snake's shoulder
>"Well done, son. Glad you brought her back. Now... How long 'till the venom wears off?"
>"Sir" Pent shrugged
>"After all'a' that, I figured she'd overdraft her naptime at the Timesavings Bank, so I had her clocked out fro a good 12 hours. Still has 9 more to go."
>the red devil raised an eyebrow - has he really limped, er, slithered here on foot, ah, tail to deliver her?
>...Maggie's prediction seemed more and more alluring by the minute
>"I'll have Millie take a look at that bruise in a minute. In the mean time, could you take your sister to the bath, m'dear? She could definitely use one."

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>Cherri rested, not on the bed, but slightly above it, in a cradle of snakehide
>"Sir" Pent watched her every chestfall
>unbelievably, she still preferred to use her old, hot pink, childhood pajamas - or, at least, an upscaled version of it
>still, it came a bit short, leaving her midriff bare, top lifted by her fulsome chest, while the pants hung loosely, barely held up by her hips - the rubber worn out from the amount of times it had to be stretched to it's limit when pulled over her prodigious rear
>not that that mattered to the snake coiled around her
>it seemed, even when put to the softest bed the Hotel had to offer, she couldn't sleep well - night terrors seemed to strike just as easily in the late afternoon
>the room was on the third floor - stuffy and sunlit, but the only one without a mold problem because of that latter fact
>he was cool by comparison, and that probably helped
>he rested upon his own body, gazing at her
>limbs thrown around herself, her hair let loose to cascade down around and behind her, upon his scales
>the very tip of his tail drew lazy circles around her belly button, caressing her stomach
>so soft - unlike Vaggie, who's washboard abs very only coated by a thin layer of adipose to appear softer (all part of her carefully balanced diet to keep herself in peak form), she was genuinely chubby
>it wasn't noticeable under her suit - eyes were more likely to be drawn to her chest and rear -, but, exposed like this, the soft curve had allured him to touch
>the tummyrubs did the job - she was snoozing softly again, nestled into the wreath of cool scales
>he idly reached down to play with a lock of her hair
>wondering what she'll do when she wakes up
>will she scream?
>will she squawk?
>will she try to hit him?
>...will she cry?

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>this line of thought was interrupted, when he felt the mass shift, her stomach slipping out from underneath his tail - she had turned to her side, face nuzzled up against the cold scales through her own hair
>"Sir" Pent smiled - his tail gently reaching down to pull the hem of her pants over her butt, and up to her waist, before securing it by laying the appendage over it
>yawning himself, he settled down over his body, using his own hat as a pillow - it didn't find this arrangement agreeable, but didn't complain, either
>but as he was about to doze off, he spotted something
>reaching down, he carefully removed a loose lock of hair from over the cyclops' eye
>"Sleep tight, Cherri-bomb." he said softly, giving himself over to sleep

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Welp, that's it, guys!
Hope you liked it!
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Other prompts:

>>Swapped cherri starts out dominant in bed but slowly becomes more submissive