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Unleashed
By : Otaku_Girl
Category: +S through Z > UnderTale
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Stop thinking about them.
It’s Friday night, and you still can’t get the Mutt or his owner out of your mind. You should be getting ready for your shift in the bar; instead, you find yourself contemplating something you haven’t done in all of your years of working there: you’re thinking of calling in sick.
How can I face Teddy and Coco and everyone after that? I panicked like a freaking newb. What must they be thinking? What’ll they say?
It had taken you twice as long to drive home that night, your nerves absolutely shot to pieces. If it had happened on one of your regular weekend shifts, you would have asked one of the guys to carpool home with you, or at least have asked to split an Uber. As it was, you hardly knew anyone who had been on shift that night. As for the few people you had recognised... you were too embarrassed to admit what had happened.
The following morning, you had awoken before the first rays of morning light could illuminate your cramped room through the thin curtains the previous tenants had left behind. Despite the layers of blankets, you felt cold to the bone, your skin unpleasantly clammy. Your stomach churned with a mixture of restlessness and anxiety. You could feel that familiar itch firmly beneath your skin; you knew you would be unable to scratch it. The hot ache of your thighs and buttocks did little to quell the heavy, stuffy feeling in your head and stomach. Not good enough. Failed again. Not good enough to keep. Not good enough to make him happy. Not good enough to use. Discarded all over again.
“Great. Subdrop. That’s just what I need.” Just because you could recognise the traitorous thoughts circling around and around in your head, didn’t make them any less painful to deal with. “Just keep your shit together. It’ll pass soon enough.”
It doesn’t help that even now, three days later, you can still feel a faint, deep ache deep within from where Mutt had mercilessly pounded into you, stretching you wide three sure, hard fingers. Your entrance still feels bruised from where his knuckles had hammered against you, not to mention your neck…
You catch yourself petting the raised bite marks on the back of your neck. Luckily, your hair can cover them as long as you leave it loose. During several particularly tough lectures, you find yourself pressing against those marks, using the flash of pain to centre yourself despite the stress and obligations coming at you from every angle.
He basically called you a hooker, while his partner called you a thing. Why are you giving either of them the time or space in your mind right now? You berate yourself. Not that there’s anything wrong with prostitution or paid BDSM work, it’s just… that’s not me.
You try to ignore the niggling voice in the back of your head that questions why, then, are you getting so upset about a one-night stand not knowing ‘the real you’?
Enough is enough. No more pity party. “The only way to get over everything is to get back on the horse or… er, monster.” One quick call to your boss later, and you have three blissful evenings off to look forward to. You feel a pang of lingering guilt when you think of letting your team down for not just one shift, but three.
I hope Teddy isn’t too worried. Poor guy; for all of his bark, he doesn’t usually have to deal with too many situations like that. With most of the patrons behaving themselves, security rarely needs to be called for anything more serious than underage teens trying to sneak in, or the occasional drunk not understanding that playing and drinking are considered almost exclusively separate activities at Sweet Temptation.
Now that your default choice for finding a safe, sane, consensual kinky hook-up is off the table for the next few days at least (if not longer), you find yourself reluctant to explore your other options.
Fetlife has always been pretty good to me. Sure, it’s not the easiest site to find people in the local area, but the community’s pretty safe and outspoken on the whole. Clicking into your account, you start looking through your backlog of messages, comments and friend requests. I suppose there’s always Whiplr too, but isn’t that meant to be like Tinder for kinky people?
The thought of the horror stories from Tinder alone has always made you feel a little wary about using the app. Taking into account your recent experience at the club? You can’t escape from the uncertain, clawing feeling at the pit of your stomach.
It’s only going to feel worse if I don’t get this over with. What’s the worst that could happen? I find someone, we have coffee, discuss limits. If anything seems even a little bit off, I can just bail.
You start flicking through your options, pointedly ignoring the faint tremor in your hands. Dismissing the human side of Fetlife, you begin working your way through the monsters who have recently liked your photos or dropped you a message.
Do I try and find someone who’s into impact play and orgasm control to get everything out of the way at once? Or should I try and ease back into things a little more slowly… Flicking through, you debate your options. Nope… no… yeesh, definitely not. Hmm… maybe? You pause on the profile of a giant goat monster. Your eyes are particularly drawn to his horns and surprisingly kind face. He looks nice. Kind of like a big, horny plushie. Heh. Fluffybuns? What kind of username is that? Oh wow. That is one hella impressive-
Ping!
Switching tabs, you click to check your inbox. Oh, hello there handsome. You never thought you would find a spider monster particularly attractive considering your fear of actual spiders. The more you read through Spout’s profile, the more he seems like the ideal candidate to get back in the game. Refusing to admit your nerves are still getting the best of you, you take a closer look at his photos and preferences.
You can feel your breath catch in your throat. His shibari work really is stunning. You click through from one picture to the next, to the next. Such attention to detail - and such unusual rope! You eye the glittering silver-grey cord used throughout his images. I wonder if that really is rope…
“OK Spout, let’s see what your deal is. Hm… shibari, bondage, rope play; no shit. Sensory deprivation, blindfolds. So far so good…” You pause. “Ah.” The word biting sticks in your mind. Flashes of his teeth pressed against the back of your neck come to mind; you shiver, trying to banish the memories. “Fuckit. Let’s hope this is the start of a beautiful afternoon of sweaty, jiggly fun times.”
The sun is shining, the birds and singing, and things are… going surprisingly shitty. Having woken up with a raging headache and feeling more exhausted than when you had gone to sleep in the first place, you haven’t got high hopes for your Saturday coffee date. Does it really count as a date when you’re only there to discuss the terms of potentially fucking?
Truth be told, your morning doesn’t get any better as it progresses. Between discovering your hot water heater is broken (again) only after stepping into the frigid water, and realising you have somehow fallen so behind enough on your laundry that your options are down to a low cut (bordering on indecent) blouse you usually save for relaxing in the club after hours, or an oversized cowl neck jumper that is more of a studying from home option. Choices, choices… fuck it, who am I kidding? Comfort over potential embarrassment any day.
Deciding not to set off too early lest you seem too keen, you leave with just thirty minutes to spare.
I regret everything. Huffing and puffing, you sprint the last half a block, rushing to make it to the bus stop before your ride pulls away. Of course, today would be the day of all days that ol’ rusty gave up the ghost too. You have already done the calculations: your chances of fixing your car whilst still affording luxuries like rent and food aren’t looking so good. This is fiiiiine. Walking can be a good replacement for that gym membership I’ve been debating about getting.
As you plop yourself down into a free seat, you pull up your messages once again to make sure you haven’t missed anything. At this rate, walking will have to replace more than just rusty. While missing a couple of shifts as the club should hopefully help you regain your confidence and put the little… mishap with Mutt and Sans behind you, you hadn’t quite taken into account how it would affect your bank balance.
If I can pick up just a couple of extra shifts at the store and maybe extend my hours next weekend, as long as there are a few good tippers, I should be able to make it this month. Maybe. Hopefully. You pull up the university job board again. While there are plenty of options, there’s nothing that quite fits around your existing schedule (and nothing worth giving up two steady, stable paychecks for).
As long as I’m careful, everything should be fine.
Why didn’t I just pick a freaking Starbucks? How the heck can than charge so much just for a coffee? You arrive nearly fifteen minutes late, relieved to see Spout already sitting at a table with a coffee at hand.
“I am so sorry I’m late! Just give me two minutes to order, and I’ll be right back.” You apologise in a whirlwind, rushing back to the line.
Within a few minutes, you are back with Spout. Hands curled around your coffee - plain Americano, the cheapest they had - you begin fumbling your way through the awkward small talk that always comes with these kinds of hook-ups.
No, I’m not really an escort here to trick you out of your life savings. You’re not really a serial killer, are you? Good, good.
Why no, I don’t think Ann Summers and fluffy handcuffs are hardcore. Do you know how safewords work? Awesome!
Neither of us is expecting anything more than a one time kinda deal, right? Jackpot. You, good sir, have ticked enough boxes to get yourself to the next round!
“So, ah… have you ever, I mean, have you been with a…” Spout trails off, waving four of his arms his general direction. You can feel a small, genuine smile curling on your lips.
“Have I ever had a random s and m hookup before?” You try to get around his obvious worry. “Or have I ever been with a spider monster before?”
He nods, looking down into his cup. All eight of his eyes look nervous. Reaching out, you lay a hand on top of one of his. “I’ve done this plenty of times before; it’s about the link connection and the mutual fun for me, not specific parts or trying to find my soulmate. Have you ever…?” You trail off, leaving him room to interpret your question however he prefers.
Considering how fucking terrifying spiders are, spider monsters actually look kind of cute. His hair looks so soft. Would it be rude to pet him without asking? You eye his arm hair speculatively. Wearing just a simple pair of slacks and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, you can’t help but admire the shape of his arms. He looks pretty strong. I wonder how dexterous he is. I bet he could pin me down by my wrists and ankles, and still have the flexibility to open me up with those strong hands of his.
He nods, his nervous smile taking on a more confident edge. “Yes. Mainly monsters, but it’s a bit harder to find more casual opportunities to explore and try new things out. Since getting out of a relationship a couple of months back, I just want to get out and have some fun.”
You can feel the last dregs of tension leaving your shoulders. He seems nice. Trustworthy. Kind of cute - not in a smouldering sexy way, but… safe. “I know exactly what you mean. When you get out of a longer or more serious relationship, sometimes you just need that time to rediscover what you enjoy all over again.”
“Yes, exactly!”
Oh yes. He does look good when he relaxes. Smiling, you pull your hand back. Taking another long sip of your coffee, you try not to wince at the bitter taste. “Let’s talk limits.”
Despite his attempts at a smile, Spout is back to looking nervous again. “Sure. Sure. I think I listed all of the major ones on my profile; I’m happy switching, but I would prefer to remain in charge. I strictly avoid soul play; nothing that could get anyone dusted of course, no impact play.”
A little tame, but I can still work with this. You nod along, mind already racing through the possibilities. “What would you say to grabbing a hotel room together, later today? Or tomorrow If that doesn’t work for you?” You suggest. “Strictly bondage. Blindfolds yes, no hoods.”
“Earplugs?” He interrupts, leaning forward in his seat.
Ah yes, he’s into full sensory play. Someone’s eager “As long as they aren’t combined with both gags and blindfolds at the same time. Full or partial sexual intercourse is fine, but no permanent marks, anything that goes in me is wrapped, and no surprises. I mean it - no photos, no live-streaming, no introducing player three while I’m tied up or in no position to consent.” His vague look of horror does a lot to calm you. “I’m not saying it to offend you, it’s-“
He sends you a wry grin. “No harm, no foul. Bad experiences are harder to shake than the good ones.” Spoken like a man with first-hand experience.
You send him back a tentative smile of your own. “You’ve got that right. Shall we?”
“It would be my pleasure.
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Unleashed	By : Otaku_Girl Category: +S through Z > UnderTale Views: 1201 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own undertale and I make no profit from this story.

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