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*while non-Canon to the story there are hints to future plot lines so enjoy and let's see if you I can point them out :3*
Y/N was staring out at the blood-red sky above, with not a single star in sight, just the massive pentagram, heaven, and Canadian hell. (Don't hurt me.)
His gaze dropped to what lay before him: a vast, open sea. His feet curled slightly as they sank into the sandy floor, and he felt a sense of awe, almost shocked to see such a breathtaking sight in hell, which was so rare.
???: Well, ain't that a swell sight to see right snookums~
Y/n: Hell yeah, it's definitely something... but why are we at the beach again?
Y/n glanced over his shoulder, seeing Angel Dust approaching him with a seductive stride, before she stopped and placed one hand on her hip, sticking out her tongue in a teasing manner.
Angel: Don't you recall? Little Miss Royal Pain over there *points her thumb over her shoulder towards some changing rooms* used her connections with dear old Daddy to get us past the pride ring for the day so we could check out her family's private beach.
Y/n: Oh, that's right... It's a beach episode, basically.
Angle clasped her hands together, then cracked a sharp smile, revealing her gold tooth as it peeked out from behind her lips.
Angel: Correct as always, my sweet baby~
Y/n: Wait, then that means...oh no, fan services!
Y/n dropped to his knees as someone wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him down to their level. He glanced to his left and was somewhat taken aback by who he saw.
???: Hah! You bet your sweet sinner ass we're doing a fanservice chapter, the classic, cheap-ass, overdone way!
Y/n: W-What the hell, Blitzo? What are you doing here?
Blitzo: Why the hell do you think we're here? Gotta pander to both the horny dudes and the thirsty chicks! And c'mon, like I'm gonna pass up a chance to go digging for treasure.
Y/n: Well, I can't argue that, but does that mean your boyfriend will be showing up?
Y/n's mouth snapped shut as he felt the cold metal touch his chin. He could already figure out what that belonged to.
Blitzo: Oh, you wanna taste this barrel, huh?! Keep talking, I dare you.
Y/n: *sweating bullets* Nope, I'm good. Yep, 100% good.
Blitzo: Good, now as for whether Stolas will be showing up, I have no fucking clue.
Blitzo tucked his pistol away to who knows where as he pulled his arm back from Y/n's head, finally managing to stand on his own again. He took a few steps forward and turned to face the two of them.
Immediately, his attention was drawn to their appearance. Blitzo was wearing a black Speedo that was barely hiding the size of his junk. Y/n stared blankly, wishing he hadn't seen him in that outfit. He also wore a red safety vest for whatever reason.
He tiredly grabbed his face before turning his attention to Angel, who noticed where he was looking and smirked before striking a flirtatious pose.
*image here*
(Hmm, something feels off here, but I can't place my finger)
Angel Dust wore a pink bikini that matched the pink marking spreading across her body, along with pink heart-shaped sunglasses and matching thigh-high stockings. Her bikini bottom featured cute metal heart-shaped straps.
She had a massive grin on her face as she lifted her left leg at an angle with one hand, while the other hand pulled at her top, revealing a bit of her chest to him. It was as if she was trying to entice him to drag her somewhere else and fuck her brains out.
Angel: Like what you see... huh, daddy~
Angel: Ow!
Angel ducked down, clutching her head after Y/n gave her a karate chop for her comment. Even though she was taller, it didn't stop him from delivering the blow.
Y/n finally glanced down at himself, noticing he was wearing swim trunks and Hawaiian-themed open tops that showed off his chest and abdomen, with black finger gloves on his hands.
Y/n: Huh, not bad now. Then where is everyone else?
Angel: "Rubbing her head." Aside from the two lesbos going at it in the changing room, I think creepy face is getting the stuff from the lim-
Angel's voice cracked as she sensed a dark, menacing presence behind her, almost as if summoning the devil himself. She slowly turned to see Alastor standing there with a creepy, sinister smile, his eyes burning like they were piercing through her.
*image here*
Alastor: Oh, poor sweet angel dust, such cruel words." Place his hand on his chest mockingly." One might consider that as hurtful. But do keep in mind who will be cooking your sweet, totally human food.
Blitzo: Hah! I like this guy.
Blitzo walked past Alastor, patting his lower back. Surprisingly, Alastor just glared at him, but Blitzo didn't pay any attention.
Several of Alastor's small minions were walking nearby, carrying items toward the shoreline but still positioned at a reasonable distance. They carried typical items, including an ice chest, a grill, a wooden table, and a decaying animal carcass. But there was one small thing missing from the lineup of Alastor's minions.
Y/n: Hey Alastor, where are Nifty and Husk?
Alastor: Hmm? Oh, Husk, he's exactly where he always is.
*Someplace else*
Husk: Tch... This is some straight-up bullshit.
Husk rested his head on his hand, supporting himself as he stared blankly at the ocean view, his eyes looking void of any life behind them. It wasn't that he disliked the view, but rather that he couldn't actually enjoy it.
His eyes shifted to his foot, which was surrounded by a blackish-green aura of darkness. For a moment, it appeared to form a sinister smile before transforming into a leg cuff connected to a wooden support beam of the table in front of him.
Husk: Yeah, you dipshit. You think this is funny, huh? Laugh it up, asshole.
Husk let out a tired sigh before glancing around at the many different Liquors around him. He was almost taken aback by the fact that Alastor had seemingly braced up his liquor collection that he was surrounded by 24/7.
The only thing he disliked was that Alastor brought the entire hotel bar and made it appear on sand piles, which he was sure would mean he'd be stuck gathering sand out for the next few months.
Husk: Fuck you, Alastor!
*Back with Y/n*
Y/n years twitched slightly, prompting him to turn his head towards the sound of someone screaming about hating a... alligator?
Y/n shrugged his shoulders and looked back at the small group. Noticing that something seemed unusual with Alastor, Y/n paid closer attention to his smile, which gave off a somewhat sinister impression, unlike his usual smile.
Alastor: Hmm. Now then... where exactly has Nifty scurried off to?
Almost on cue, a small figure like an animal appeared in the distance, running toward them. However, as Y/n focused and narrowed his eyes for a better look, he realized it wasn't just an animal but Niffty. The sight sent a shiver down his spine at the thought of losing another tail.
Y/n instinctively reached to grab his tail, but his eyes widened as he realized there was nothing behind him where his tail should be.
His eyes flicked back to where the running figure had been, only to find it had vanished. Instead, he heard heavy breathing from below his line of sight. His gaze gradually shifted downward to reveal a Niffty dressed in a very revealing gold bikini.
*image here*
(I'm scared.)
Her heavy panting was almost visible from her mouth. Her gold bikini perfectly complemented her eye color and the yellow streak in her hair.
Niffty: Heehee~ Someone called for me?
Blitzo: Hah! Holy shit, she's actually so fucking small! How the hell are you smaller than an imp?!
Niffty: Ooo~ A new bad boy? Hehe!
Niffty crossed her legs and placed her hands behind her in an unusual way, appearing shy. However, the idea of Niffty being shy didn't quite seem... right to y/n, especially after witnessing how horrifying she can be.
Y/n: So, is no one going to question the leash and collar saying pet?
Niffty: Hehe~ Do you wanna find out?
Angel placed her hand on Y/N's shoulder, making him look at her, only to see a look on her face as if she was telling him to drop the subject.
Angel: Look, I've been around long enough to know, you don't screw with freaks like her. Just... trust me on this one, alright?
Y/n: Uh, yeah.
Niffty: Agh, you're no fun! But you, on the other hand... hehe~
Niffty suddenly lunged at Blitzo, pulling a knife from nowhere and pressing it to his face, a murderous grin on her face reminiscent of a yandere girl.
Niffty: You might just be fun enough to play with~
Blitzo: Hah! You sinners are all fuckin' nuts... but get that knife outta my goddamn face, or we're gonna have a real problem.
The two stared at each other, eyes filled with hostility, as if ready to attack. Before either could strike or draw blood, Alastor quickly used his staff to prevent them from fighting.
Alastor: Now that would make for an excellent show, especially watching this little red creature get absolutely torn apart. But alas, dear Niffty, we're a bit short on time. "pats her head gently." Niffty dear, why don't you go ahead and start setting up all the fun activities we've planned?
Niffty nodded very erratically, while giving a slight salute, and then ran over towards Alastor's other little minions.
Alastor: Now then, I do believe I must be off. Can't very well leave these little creatures unsupervised, now can we? "clasps his hands together." And besides, I really must get my workstation in order. Toodaloo, Y/N. Slut. Red creature.
Alastor passed the group and followed Niffty, who was already stabbing at something in the sand, making red liquid seep from the ground. The group watched for a few seconds before shifting their attention back to each other, showing little concern for what was happening around them.
Angel: Screwball's right, I'm outta here too. Mama here is about to catch herself a damn fine sun tan!
Angel Dust took a few steps away from the two, then paused, and over her shoulder, she looked at y/n with a flirtatious smile curling at the corner of her lips.
Angel: Hey, handsome~ How about later you help me rub some of that hot, white liquid all over my back?... Sunscreen, of course... what'd you think I meant?
Y/n let out a tired sigh, scratching the back of his head as he wondered how his life had become so overwhelmed with sex-related things. He couldn't go two minutes without encountering a sex joke, flirtation, or sexual act.
Angel laughed as she walked away, finally leaving the two behind.
Blitzo: Heh... and I thought my sex life was a damn disaster.
Y/n looked at Bltizo with a tired expression, as this wasn't even about his sex life; it was about his entire love life. His sex life is even worse, so that isn't far from the truth.
Y/n: "sighing." Hey, where are Moxxie and Millie? Aren't they usually with you?
Bltizo: "stared blankly for a moment." Oh. Uh. Unless Moxxie's still off slacking somewhere. Which he better not be, or his pay is getting docked. Then who the hell knows where he is? He and Millie should be getting our crap from the van, but who knows what those two are up to? Perhaps they are doing a cucking session.
* Some other places*
A female imp looked around, amazed by the vivid colors. Although they frequently go on missions to the human world, nothing in that hellish space could compare to their realm, especially since it's... well, home.
Millie: Ah!
Millie closed her eyes as the sunlight hit her. She lifted her hand in a saluting gesture to block the sunlight, allowing her to keep looking around with her big, toothy smile.
Moxie: A-Are you a-alright, hun?
Millie: Yeah, I'm alright, Moxie, but you need to take a look at this! Ah, this place looks so beautiful.
Moxie: It's nothing, impressing Millie, we see these types of places all the time in our field of work.
Millie: Oh, come on, Moxie, don't be such a downer!
Moxie: I-I wouldn't be one! If you help me out with this, honey.
Millie looked down at the floor. She had been standing on bags of their stuff all this time, with Moxie underneath, carrying everything. She crouched down with a playful smirk on her face.
Millie: I can't help you, hun, and besides, you were the one who chose to carry our stuff to the place we're meeting.
Moxie: That's only because Blitzo was planning to dock my pay! You know that, Millie.
Millie: I'm just joking, hun, and besides, this is good for you. You can build some uh muscle... yeah, and remember I'm here to give you emotional support!
Moxie: I think I would feel better if you got off. Millie, this thing is heavy as it is.
Millie gasped at Moxie's response, her hand raised near her face, almost surprised by his insinuation.
Her feet dug into the ground before she knelt, leaned down, and grasped Moxie's face, her eyes narrowing with a hint of anger behind them.
*image here*
Millie: Are you callin' me fat, HUH!
Moxie: No, no, no, I- I mean, I'm not that strong, so I can't hold all of this and you at the same time, honey.
Millie: Hmmm
Though not entirely satisfied with the reply, she loosened her hold on him, leaned back, then sat cross-legged with her arms crossed and cheeks puffed out in a pout, occasionally letting out a soft "hmph sound".
Moxie: Come on, Millie, you know that's not what I'm talking about.
Millie: Hmph, I may start calling you fatty, too.
Moxie: Please don't. It's already tiring enough hearing it coming from... "her".
Moxie: "sigh" Ugh... Hey, so, honey, what's up with your bikini?
Millie: What about it?
Moxie: It's just, uh, very revealing, that's all. You usually don't wear stuff like that when it's just us.
Millie continued to stare ahead, her tail swaying side to side, confused by his words until she finally grasped his point of view. A mischievous smile appeared on her face as an idea sparked in her mind.
Moxie continued marching forward with the 700 pounds on his shoulder, then suddenly jumped when Millie's head appeared in his line of sight.
Moxie: AHHH! Millie, what are you doing? I can barely see with your hair in the way!
Millie: What? You don't want to know why I'm wearing such a sexy bikini? Maybe I'm trying to impress someone, hmm.
Moxie's face turned redder than usual at the thought of Millie being fucked by another man... let's just say something rose, and it wasn't the shield hero.
Moxie: "Coughing." Please don't say that, Millie, it might give me the wrong idea.
Millie: Oh yeah, what kind of ideas are you thinking about? Just kidding, haha, I got you, honey. You look so adorable when you're flustered like that.
Moxie: Ah, stop planting ideas in my head, hun.
Millie: Sorry, I couldn't help but think you might like to see me with something different than usual.
Moxie: Oh, thanks, Mill.
*Back with Y/n*
Y/n: Blitzo.
Blitzo: Yo.
Y/N: You're a really terrible friend.
Blitzo: Yeah, well, what can I say, huh? Your wife's getting fucked by a sinner because your little cucky ass can't give her the dicking she actually wants.
Y/n: Uh...No... very not that.
Blitzo: Plus, I don't give two shits about what's going on in their sex life. If Mox really can't please Millie because he's got a tiny dick, then so what? I've got more important shit to focus on, like getting this fat ass bird to leave me alone for one goddamn minute!
???: Agh, what the hell are you two idiots yelling about?
A voice called out from behind the pair, prompting Y/n to turn slightly and look back, noticing a very familiar hellhound approaching them.
Blitzo: "gasp" My sweet baby Loona!
Blitzo's eyes gleamed with awe as he saw his adopted daughter approaching. He rushed forward with open arms, excited to embrace her. However, as he got closer to her, Loona's eyes flickered subtly, as if annoyed by Blitzo's attempt to hug her.
Loona: EW! Quite it, Blitzo!
Loona clenched her fist when she realized Blitzo wasn't going to give up. She lifted her right leg and waited until he got closer before kicking him in the stomach, causing him to roll back toward y/n. Y/n simply sidestepped as Blitzo passed by and finally stopped with half of his upper body in the sand.
Loona: Try that again and see what happens!
Blitzø placed his hands on the ground, struggling to pull himself out. After a few minutes, he finally managed to pop out and landed on his ass. He stared in a daze as his hand slowly lifted, forming a pointing finger.
Blitzø: That's..m-my loony f-for you...
Y/n: You alright there?
His head slowly turned to face him as his hand moved from pointing to giving a thumbs up, accompanied by a slight smile. Everything seemed fine until suddenly it wasn't, as his teeth fell out and a lot of sand shot out from his mouth.
*image here*
Loona moved closer to him, giving a better view of her bikini. She kept her usual choker around her neck. Her red bikini top was secured with strings attached at the top of the piece, which resembled a pentagram.
Her bottom piece was slightly more erotic with a sexy black color, featuring a slight gap at her waistline where her fur would gently push out through the opening.
She finally stopped right beside him, glaring down at her father with her arms crossed under her breasts.
Y/n: Geez, Loona, I know you told me before that you would kick a child to the moon once, but I didn't believe you had that kind of strength because, fuck me, you knocked Blitzo the fuck out.
Y/n glances back, noticing a referee checking on Blitzø before whistling to indicate he was completely out of it.
Loona: Ugh, I really hate when he does that... UGH! Fine... I may have gone too far.
Y/n:...
The two of them stood there silently, staring at the passed-out imp on the floor, until y/n smirked, an idea suddenly crossing his mind.
Y/n: By the way, you look beautiful.
Loona:...
Loona turned her head away from him, trying to hide the blush spreading underneath her white fur coat.
Loona: S-Shut up, you can't just say stuff like that.
While the words coming from her mouth may be saying one thing, her body was telling another as it betrayed her by revealing how she genuinely feels, as her tail wagged happily from side to side at his comment.
Y/n chuckled softly before moving closer to her and brushing his shoulder against hers. Her body jolted slightly, caught off guard, as she couldn't see him well because a strand of hair was blocking her view.
Y/n: Love you loona
Her tail swished faster as she heard the words. Unsure, she slowly tilted her head and rested it on his shoulder. Her tail attempted to lock with his, but couldn't find it because some gremlin had stolen it earlier.
They remained in that position for a few minutes before Loona lifted her head and brushed her hair aside, moving the strand away to look directly at Y/n.
*image here*
Loona: Do you really think I look beautiful in this?
Y/n: Loona, you look beautiful regardless of what you're wearing.
She smiled softly, her eyes avoiding his as she looked down for a moment. She took a deep breath to steady herself before her gaze slowly returned to him. Their faces are just inches apart, both fixated on each other's lips as they slowly move closer.
Blitzø: "garbled speech"
The two stopped, their lips mere inches apart, when Blitzø started coughing up sand.
Loona: Fucking Satan! Ugh, why do you always have to ruin the mood!... "sigh" I'd better take care of him since... You know.
Y/n was quietly laughing to himself.
Y/n: "coughing" Yeah, uh, I'll see you later then?
Loona: Heh, of course, after all, who else is going to drown you then?
Y/n: Uh.
Loona: Ugh, don't worry, it was just a stupid joke. But yeah, I'll see you later.
She crouched to pick up Blitzø and swung him over her shoulder. Glancing one last time over her free shoulder, she winked before walking away, leaving y/n alone with his thoughts.
Y/n placed his hand on his waist and looked around, trying to figure out what to do now that he had basically spoken to everyone around.
That was when his eyes landed on a building and remembered what Angel Dust said earlier. He shrugged his shoulders, thinking the girls probably wouldn't mind if he checked on them.
As he approached, he took a closer look at the place. It wasn't anything fancy, just a simple wooden structure with a roof made of hanging dry leaves, the build fit the usual beach theme... He wasn't sure what else he was expecting.
???: "whistling"
Y/n: Hm? Hello?
Y/n suddenly perked up when he heard a whistling sound. He looked around the place quickly, his eyes scanning the area, but found no one nearby, which only added to his confusion.
He was walking past a changing room when someone suddenly grabbed his Hawaiian shirt, pulled him inside, and then closed the door to avoid any outside interruption.
He was violently yanked, causing him to stumble back a few feet before he fell on his backside. He rubbed his butt as his eyes searched for the perpetrator or, instead, perpetrators.
In front of him stood a pair that are almost always seen together.
Y/n: I would have expected something like this from you, Charlie, but Vaggie? Really? This isn't your style; you're usually the reasonable one.
Vaggie: Yeah, well, you know how I am with her, I can't bring myself to say no.
Charlie brushed her shoulder against Vaggies and leaned in with a smile on her face, arms behind her back.
Charlie: That's because you love me, and I love you, Vaggie.
Charlie took a step closer after snuggling up against Vaggie. She leaned slightly forward, hands clasped behind her, trying to tease him by showing off her figure. But then Y/n noticed something, it was her eyes... he recognized those eyes of hers.
*image here*
Charlie: But I think we can both agree that we both also love certain someone, right, Vaggie?
Vaggie, seemingly shy about being put on the spot, brushes a strand of hair while avoiding y/n's eyes.
Vaggie: Y-yeah.
Whenever Vaggie spoke, there was a slight panting between her words. Put that together with the way Charlie's eyes looked, and it became clear why Vaggie was being so cooperative.
Y/n: Charlie do-
Before he can say another word, Charlie places her finger on his lips.
Charlie: Shush, don't you want to see what kind of little plans Vaggie and I have been working on for the three of us?
He knew better than anyone that the only way to calm her down was by going along with her plans.
Man, he just had to say no to her that one time, and now look what it's done to her. The only reason he wasn't completely obsessed with her was because of all the porn he used to watch, which basically made him immune. Huh, who would've thought it would come in handy again, just like that beach mission he went on?
Y/n: Alright, fine, come on, we've got to hurry or people will start looking for us.
Charlie: Yay! Vaggie, he agreed!
Vaggie: I heard Char.
Charlie walked over to Vaggie and gave her a hug, a smile spreading across her face. Meanwhile, Y/n was praying that if someone came looking, it was anyone but Loona... her hellhound side of things could be a bit aggressive.
Standing on his own two feet, he cast a sideways glance at the pair. They were both still in their everyday hotel outfits, but that wasn't what caught his attention. With Charlie's back turned to him, there was a notable bump slightly under the waistline of her pants, and he could only think of one thing it could be.
Charlie: Come on, y/n, sit right here.
She took his hand and led him over to a bench against the wall. Y/n cast his gaze one more time at Vaggie and mouthed the words "You can still stop this."
She looked away, avoiding his gaze once more.
It wasn't that he didn't want to have sex, but his past with magic, spells, and pheromones made him uncomfortable. He just doesn't like taking advantage of others, especially if it's someone he knows. But in this situation, it could quite literally be solved by simply getting Charlie to swallow a bit of his cum to satisfy her other half.
Y/n settled into the bench seat, his eyes fixed on the two women standing before him. Without hesitation, Charlie slipped off her red tuxedo jacket, letting it slide down her shoulders to reveal the white dress shirt underneath. The fabric clung to her body, revealing faint hints of her bra's outline beneath. Her skin tone blended seamlessly with the dress shirt.
Charlie's eyes carefully scanned Y/n's facial expression, trying to take off her outfit that seemed exciting enough, and of course, he was turned on by the view.
Contrary to what he said, it would be wrong if he didn't at least enjoy what they were about to do.
Y/n nodded his head as if giving her the go-ahead to continue the show. The only reason she even stopped and needed permission was... well, let's just say it took a lot of nights of endless pounding to make her that submission.
She gradually let the red tuxedo jacket slip to the floor, where she stood. Before moving on, she reached for the button on her shirt and began unbuttoning it, one by one. As the shirt came undone, her pale skin was exposed, along with a hint of cleavage, until it was completely open and fell to her side, still tucked into her pants.
Y/n could easily tell how thrilled Charlie was with the action she was taking by the way she bit her lip with a slight smile.
Now, the only thing covering her upper body was the dark red bra, which clung to her like her last defense against being completely naked. But instead of removing it, her eyes wandered to her right, where Vaggie stood still, fully dressed.
There was a reason why she wasn't completely horny, craving like Charlie, even though she should be. While technically she was under the effect, she was still in complete control; she was simply pretending.
That fact alone had been keeping her from stripping. She avoided eye contact while a flush spread across her cheek. Charlie, however, had other ideas; a mischievous grin appeared on her face.
When Vaggie's guard was down, Charlie swiftly stepped in, grabbed her red shirt, and lifted it above her head. This caused it to come untucked from the waistline strap that was holding it down.
Finally, she lifted it completely off her body, leaving Vaggie wearing only a black bra. Completely embarrassed, she used her arms to cover her chest and somewhat glared at Charlie. However, Charlie didn't notice, as she hugged her from behind, her face pressed against her with a smile.
Vaggie: Charlie...
Charlie: Ah, you're so cute when you're shy, Vaggie!
Vaggie: Tsk, you don't need to say that out loud.
Charlie: Come on, I think it's about time we show Y/n what our little special activity is. How about you go first? It was your idea after all.
Y/n raised an eyebrow while staring at Vaggie with a smug look after getting outed by Charlie, revealing a little twist he wasn't expecting.
Y/n: Oh, really now? This was all Vaggie's idea.
Vaggie: Tsk, d-don't think anything of it, Y/n. I had to come up with something more toned down than Charlie's.
Y/N: Uh, yeah, sure.
Charlie: Vaggie, let's take them off together.
Charlie and Vaggie locked eyes for a moment before she let out a sigh and nodded her head softly.
Both Vaggie and Charlie slowly unfastened their bra straps, which hung slack before they took them off completely. They let the lingerie drop to the ground, exposing their bare breasts to him. Charlie's chest was larger and more defined than Vaggie's, while her breasts were smaller and more in tune with her slender figure.
Y/n's eyes followed along with their movement, making his interest known to them. He wasn't sure where they were heading with this, but suddenly Vaggie stepped closer, staring at him with a shy look at first, then, after taking a deep breath, she looked at him with a hint of desire as she slowly knelt before him, her hand already reaching out to rest on his thigh.
Her gaze rested on his groin area before shifting up at him.
Watching her look up at him like that... well, let's just say something twitched, and she quickly caught on.
Her hand drifted up along his thigh, moving onto the fabric of the swim trunks. Instead of moving her hand to the waistband of the trunks, she moved to his groin area and gently pressed her hand around the outline of his cock through the cloth.
Wanting to be closer to the show as well, Charlie lowered herself behind Vaggie, her soft breast pressed warmly against Vaggie's back as she leaned in closer. The surprised contact made Vaggie pause with a shiver running down her spine, her breathing picking up as well before eventually continuing with the teasing motion of her hand.
Charlie watched the show with a mischievous grin, her eyes darting back and forth between Vaggie's teasing hand motions and Y/n's face. Her grin widened as her eyes widened slightly, like a lewd thought had just popped into her head. Keeping her eyes locked on him, she turned her head slightly, bringing her lips closer to Vaggie's ear.
Meanwhile, Vaggie's attention was drawn elsewhere, briefly losing her focus as she felt a gentle tickle from Charlie's breath.
Vaggie: Ah~ C-Charlie.
Vaggie's body shivered in response to the sudden nip on her ear, and a soft gasp escaped from her lips as Charlie's teeth gently pressed on a sensitive spot for her. One of Charlie's hands rested just underneath her breast.
Y/n: Should I give you guys some space? I uh I'm starting to feel a little bit like the third wheel right now.
Two women exchanged glances, silently agreeing on their next move. As Charlie's hand reached out, grasping Y/N's waistband, she paused for a moment, seeming to prepare herself. Then, with a slight tug, she pulled it down, revealing his hard, erect dick to the two women.
Charlie: You just stay right there. You and your "friend," we're just about to get started, right, Vaggie?
Vaggie: "Coughing, while her eyes wandered off". Y-Yeah.
Charlie's eyes were almost heart-shaped as she stared intently at his member. That was the final confirmation he needed to understand why Charlie was acting odd.
Charlie finally pulled away from Vaggie and moved beside her. Her shoulder was rubbing slightly against Vaggie, causing her to shyly glance over without saying a word.
Finally, she wrapped her hand around his member, sensing the warmth and subtle pulse radiating from it, twitching slightly. Charlie experienced a buildup of saliva in her mouth, as she was in an almost trance-like state, before leaning in to press her lips against the left side of the shaft.
Vaggie, on the other hand, paused while looking up at Y/n with the ever so shy expression on her face as her hand grasped the bottom of his dick. Unlike Charlie, she took a less skilled approach by sticking her tongue out, licking the lower shaft while trying to get a sense of what he likes.
The girls worked in sync with one another. If Charlie was working on the bottom, then Vaggie was on top and vice versa.
Y/n: God..., I hate and love.... how well you guys worked together.
His words came out in parts, between gasps, because, as much as he hates the term, the 2-minute pump chump, but that was how he felt while trying to hold out on the girls. As they only quicken their pace from the compliment of his words.
"LIGHT CHOMP"
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Instead of crying out in pain, Y/n leaned over in a praying pose, his eyes fixed on the only person he would expect to do such a thing... Charlie.
Charlie, for reasons unknown to him, found comfort in biting during sex, and he didn't understand why. Unfortunately, this wasn't anything new to him, which he wished wasn't a regular occurrence, as it only caused his arousal to increase, shown by the fact that his dick hardened from the bite.
While still painful, it wasn't enough to cause bleeding... God, was he becoming a masochist?
He just tried shaking the thought away as he felt another sensation building inside him, one he was all too familiar with. Even the girls could tell from the way his dick twitched as they changed tactics. While Vagge kept pumping her hand along the shaft, the pair brought their faces closer to the tip, one girl on each side.
Their tongues started licking the head of his cock, their saliva mixing with the precum, while their tongues mixed, slowly becoming more entwined with each other, more focused on kissing as their mouths came closer and pressed with each other, with Charles' hand resting on Vaggy's cheek, while in the middle of it, Y/n's dick.
You can think of it as two women pressing their breasts together with a man's penis smothered between the two.
While he had the chance, he placed his hand on Charlie's waist, which caused her to jump slightly, making her break away from cock kissing Vaggie as she looked at him, confused for a second, before suddenly moaning with another slight body jolt.
The reason? Y/n's hand moved lower, slipping inside her pants, feeling along her rear before grasping something and pulling out the reason for the whole mess, it was her tail.
Y/n: You know, I thought I trained you well enough so this wouldn't happen.
He raised an eyebrow at Charlie, who looked very guilty. Her eyes avoided his, as if she was trying to steer clear of any confrontation with what was happening.
Charlie: It's your fault for not giving me any attention lately.
Vaggie kept working her hands around the shaft of his cock, using the moment that Charlie was being scolded to line up his dick with her mouth. She looked at it, taking a second to breathe herself before slowly taking his cock into her mouth.
Knowing what was going to happen from all the restless nights from their previous activity. She quickened the pace, bobbing her head back and forth around his cock. The slick warmth of her mouth around his dick caused him to twitch slightly, feeling himself building up in pressure.
Hearing Charles' words, Y/n softly and lovingly smiled at her before grabbing the tip of her chin and forcing her to look up at him.
Y/n: Aw, Charlie, I'm sorry. I know I can get a little overwhelmed trying to juggle all of you girls, but it's because I love you all and do my best to make each of you happy.
His fingers slightly spread, and in a playful manner, he gently opened her mouth with his fingers before resting his other hand on her head and softly rubbing it.
Y/n: But Charlie, that doesn't mean you can keep losing control like this. So get back into control of yourself.
Vaggie, without wasting a second, pulled her mouth away, causing a slight pop sound from his dick leaving her mouth, as at the same time, Y/n forced her head down onto his cock, which made her eyes open, widen, and be surprised by the forcefulness.
Her gag reflex kicked in from his dick reaching the back of her throat, but soon after, her head was forced down. Routinely, her head would bob back away before being pushed back down on his cock.
But after a few seconds, she would stop gagging and move her head along with Y/n's hand motion. She seemed almost lost in a daze as her tail swung left and right like a dog getting happy about receiving something they liked.
Her hands, which had been resting on her thigh, finally started moving again, working away at jerking his cock, which only caused the buildup to finally reach the limit of holding it in, as with one finally shoving her head down to the base of his dick before releasing his cum into the back of her throat.
As she finally tasted his seed, her body trembled with him, reaching climax simultaneously.
A few seconds later, he pulled his dick out of her mouth, leaving a string behind. Charlie just stared at him, her eyes looking vacant and empty. Glancing over at Vaggie, she sat a couple of inches away, wiping away any saliva on her face.
Y/n closed his eyes with a slight chuckle, then reopened them and snapped his fingers a few times in front of Charlie. After a few attempts, he finally noticed her eyes, which usually glowed, as her head lifted.
She looked at Y/n's cock for a moment, clearly surprised. A slight blush appeared on her face as she looked up at Y/n, who had a smug smile and gave a small wave. She then looked away from him and took in her surroundings, noticing Vaggie nearby, dressed only in her skirt.
At that moment, she instinctively looked down, realizing she was also topless. Her face flushed even more with embarrassment as she attempted to cover her chest with her arms, avoiding the gaze of the two people nearby.
Realizing it wasn't the right moment for jokes, Y/n stood up and tried to fix his swim trunks, but before he could pull them up, Vaggie grabbed his arm and pulled him away from Charlie. She quickly pushed him from behind toward the door of the room.
Vaggie: You should take a step outside so she can have a moment to calm down.
Y/n: I know, I know, but you could at least give me some time to fix my trucks, Vaggie!
Vaggie: Heh, aren't you the one who constantly teeters on the edge of fate? Then what's the fun without consequences?
Before he could argue back about how that made no sense, she opened the door and shoved him out, but luckily, just with little time to spare, he was able to fix his outfit just as he was shoved out.
Y/n stood there in front of the changing room, just staring ahead, unsure of what to do now. He took a glance back at the door, thinking for a moment before deciding he should wait for them after all, knowing that Charlie would probably want to apologize for what happened.
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He looked up, staring at the sky for a moment, trying to figure out how long he had been there since it didn't feel like much time had passed, but based on the movement of the sun, it was probably about an hour. He raised his hand and checked the time.
... Wait, he didn't even own a watch.
He merely shook his head, quietly laughing at himself, but suddenly his eyes widened, and he tried to turn around. However, he was too slow as something leapt onto his back, taking him by surprise.
???: There you are, my favorite sinner!
Y/n: Fuck, Millie, you gave me a heart attack. I thought some kind of creature was about to jump me.
Millie: Oh, you're flattering me! My ma and pa always said I have a good eye for killing when I'm slaughtering animals back on the farm.
Y/n: You know, if the author releases the next short earlier, it would make a lot of sense.
Millie: Who?
Y/n: "coughing" No one important, but anyway, what are you doing over here? I thought you would have already changed into your bikini a while ago.
Millie: Oh, I already did that a long time ago on the car ride here.
He wasn't at all surprised by that, given that their first encounter involved her changing her outfit right before him while they were on their way to Loo Loo Land.
Y/n: So, why are you over here instead of relaxing in the water or on the sand?
Millie: Well, one reason was because Moxie took a while to move our stuff from the van, and another was be-
???: MILLIE! When I asked you to pick out a swimming outfit, I didn't... mean... this.
Y/n turned to the source of the voice and saw Moxie burst out of a nearby changing room. Moxie first looked to his right, then glanced over his shoulder, noticing not only his wife but also Y/n.
His body froze, not because of how close the two were or with her arms around his neck, but because he was embarrassed to have someone else see what he was wearing.
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Moxie had his back to them, wearing a cow-themed bikini outfit with matching leg stockings and arm sleeves. He even wore a tail band and cow ears. Y/n stared for a second, confused, not about the outfit, but the fact that Moxie appeared.... Very feminine, which was slightly off putting.
Y/n shifted his head slightly and raised an eyebrow at Millie, which she noticed, prompting a smug grin to spread across her face.
Millie: That's my femboy right there, trained and all.
Y/n grasped his mouth with his hand, trying to hold back the laughter from getting out, while Millie, on the other hand, was snickering, barely even trying to hide her laughter. Moxie looked at the two, not amused in the slightest by the situation.
Moxie: Millie!
Millie: Okay, okay, no need to get your panties in a bunch, hun. Go back in there, and I'll get your actual swim trunks from our bags.
Moxie, muttering to himself, turned away from the two with a slight hunch and made his way back into the changing room, while Millie finally released Y/n and dropped to the floor.
Millie: Well, I'd better take care of this. See you later?
Y/n: I would expect so, given we are in the same area.
She playfully hit her head while sticking her tongue out.
Millie: Oh, right. Well then, maybe later you can help me fix my outfit if it comes a little loose~
She began to walk away from him, but after just a few steps, Y/n called out with one last comment.
Y/n: You want to know something funny, mill?
She glanced back with a slight tilt in her head, like she was saying "what" to him.
Y/n: Moxie noticed the cow bikini and chose to wear everything from the set all the way down to the entire set, including the leggings, sleeveless arms, and ears.
Millie considered this and started laughing because, yeah, no matter how much he says he hates this stuff, he actually likes it deep down.
Y/n was once again left to his own devices... only problem was that there were no devices of any kind around. He placed his hands on his hips and looked around for a moment, deciding that maybe it was time to actually experience some of what the beach has to offer.
He began to take only a few steps ahead towards the beach when he heard the sounds of a door opening from behind.
???: Y/n?
???: See, I told you he would wait for you, it's not like him to abandon people.
Y/n glanced back to see the two women before, but this time, finally in their actual outfits that better suited them for the beach.
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Word count: 7522
So I'll just be honest, the chapter doc was first created all the way back on June 28, and sadly, there's not much progress to show for it.
I'm just not sure what's wrong with me ever since I came back. I just haven't been able to write like I used to, with most chapters coming out being around 2500 words. I think I'm just not as motivated as I used to but still I promise to give you all chapters as always.
And fun fact this chapter ends at maybe the ⅓ of the planned chapter with there still stuff with Angel Millie volleyball and certain bee and wolf that needs to be written still