Like A Humping Dog (also avaliable on a03!)
Fandom: The Life Series
Pairing: Pearl x Scott
Warnings: NSFW/18+ Content, Orientation Play, Sexual Coercion, Humping, Grinding, Degradation Kink, Homophobia, Erotomania, Rape, Non-Con
A/N: based off this comic by the lovely @weirdfreakshow! All art credit to him! Make sure to give him a follow and check out his other amazing works!
Word Count: 2.1k
“Pleaseeeeeee? All the other soulmates are doing it! They’re having so much fun!!!”
Pearl flashed Scott with her best puppy dog eyes, only second-best to Tilly's, who had taught her everything she'd need to know about how to flatten your ears to juuuuuust the right angle and tilt your head to juuuuuuuuust the right degree to make it impossible for anyone to tell you no.
Unfortunately, Scott had been telling her no for the past hour.
“Pearl." The elf's voice was flat, his fingertips massaging his brow as if she was giving him a migraine, sighing strainedly, "I explained to you why we can’t a thousand times already…" She let out a piteous whimper as she tugged on the hem of his shirt, trying to channel both her best wet cat energy and stray dog begging for a treat energy at the same time, because, really, wasn't that what she was doing? She was just asking Scott to throw her a bone - a morsel! A nibble! A crumb, even- "you know what? Fine.”
"W-wait, really?" Her breath hitched, her tail already wagging a thousand miles per minute as she swallowed a glob in her throat, and, God, she hadn't even noticed she'd been salivating.
“If it’ll get you to stop annoying me about it,” He answered irritably, pointed ear twitching in annoyance. “You can… I don’t know, hump my foot-“ He saw her expression brighten, and he sneered swiftly with a disgusted grimace, “-The shoe stays on. And - so do the socks, Pearl," he hissed, and she could swear he could read her mind through the soulbound, somehow.
"Y-yes, sir, understood!" She yipped, anyway, making no effort to hide the elation in her voice, though the case of happy tail syndrome she was about to develop would have made that difficult even if she had.
"Good," Scott glared at her through a half-lidded, reviling gaze before monotonously adding, "You have fifteen minutes. That's it. Go."
With a klutzy, choked gasp, Pearl immediately fell to her knees with an unceremonious thud, crawling to his feet and kissing the toe of his shoe with almost religious reverence, babbling "thank you"s and "you're the best"s, which only made Scott scoff with barely-disguised revulsion and insist she get on with it.
She didn't waste a second getting on. She hugged his leg and began to hump rhythmically, whimpering and grunting like a dog in heat, crescent-tailed delight wafting off her in rank musk as she huffed and humped relentlessly. She grunted with each thrust, eyes widening in bliss as she rutted against the toe of his shoe, tears pricking her eyelids and drool beginning to drip down her chin, eyes rolling into the back of her head until phosphenes danced at the edges of her vision, flashing behind her eyelids like the beautiful starlets surrounding Scott's head.
It was hard to hear underneath the blood thrumming in her ears and the moan gurgling in the back of her throat, but she could swear, she heard Scott tsk and mumble something like, "pathetic..."
Her felt herself moan louder at that, his scathing words only making her more desperate; they made her hump harder, faster, with heedless abandon. Each push of her hips grinding against his shoe felt more blissful than the last, and she clenched her eyes shut, shuddering violently as she gasped out wordless pleas for him to say it again, to call her a mutt, a whore, a slut, a dog. Sweat dripped from her brow and her breath came in needy, laboured pants, her arousal beginning to soaking through her shorts, leaking onto the tongue of Scott's shoe, staining it with her want, her need.
Scott noticed. He flinched, his shoe jostling between her thighs, which only making her wetter before he pulled his foot out from her crotch and hissed, "Don't you dare get my shoe wet-"
Pearl whimpered Scott yanked his shoe away, the motion causing her slick to smear. She sobbed like a dog robbed of it's last meal as she chased after his foot, determined to get her fix of affection and humiliation, no matter how pathetic it made her look, begging, imploring, moaning, "Mh~ p-please- puhlease- I-I need- need to c-cum-"
"Well, don't do it on my frickin' shoe-?! Do it on the floor or something, I don't care!"
She whined like a dog left out in the rain, wet thighs quivering as Scott robbed her of her stimulation. She reached down to hastily undo her zipper with fumbling fingers, freeing her dripping cunt to the air. She spread her legs wide, pawing at her puffy cuntlips to expose her throbbing, aching clit. She began rubbing it in tight circles, humping the air as she fingered herself, keening needily. Her cum dripped down to puddle beneath her, soaking the floor like a guilty dog, but the entire time, she didn't dare take her eyes off Scott for a second, the sight of his sneering face the only thing getting her off, even if he refused to even glance at her. She squirmed and gasped as she emptied herself onto the stone floor with a cry, biting her lip to suppress the howl trying to erupt from her throat.
After she finished, she swallowed the hoarse gasps and pants writhing on her tongue, crawling back to the tip of Scott's shoe on her hands and knees like a drug addict begging for a fix, pleading, "I-I sti- I still have- five more minutes- f-five more mH~inutes- please-"
Scott was staring at her like she was the most revolting thing he'd ever had the displeasure of laying his eyes on, but fortunately for her, he'd always been a man of his word. With a disgruntled, disgusted grunt, he begrudgingly pushed his foot forward, keeping his glare glued to the wall as he agreed reluctantly, "Five minutes."
With a whorish warble of gratitude, Pearl immediately latched onto his shoe with uncaged desperation, hips bucking to grind her sopping cunt against it as she fucked herself on his shoe vamp shamelessly. Her orgasm made her clit swollen and aching, every thrust making her lightheaded with oxygen deprivation as her throat filled with needy moans, so much so she almost didn't hear it.
But she did.
A soft, strangled sound, stifled and smothered, but audible.
A moan.
And it hadn't been from her.
Pearl swallowed the moan on the tip of her own tongue, voice breathless and disbelieving and excited as she choked out, "S-Scott...? Did you... did you just-"
Once glance was all she needed to confirm that he did. There was an indisputable flush across his face, sweat glistening and strands stuck to his face, his fingertips' digging into his chair's armrests like a lifeline, a notable bulge outlined against his trousers pants and his breathing heavy.
"Nothing," he answered much too quickly, the cracked hitch in his voice betraying him as he swallowed, "I didn't do anything. Y-you're crazy."
Maybe she was crazy, but she wasn't crazy about this. She'd heard him.
"You - you... you're - you're into this, a-aren't you?" She gawked, she giggled, incredulous titters mixed with as she grabbed onto Scott's knees and used them as momentum to push herself upwards, elbows rested on his lap as she poked at Scott's bulge with her fingertip with awe. The sound only coaxed another barely-stifled groan from him, and she gasped with glee, "I - I knew it!"
Scott smacked her hand away, pressing his thighs shut and rudely robbing her of her perch as he grunted, "S-stop that. I didn't - it's not because of you, I'm gay, idiot - I think - I didn't know soulmates shared pain and pleasure, it's your fault-"
"It is my fault..." She agreed slowly, voice lowering to a warbling whisper, recoiling her hand away like a kicked puppy before she grabbed Scott's knees with a newfound strength, pushing them apart until she could wedge herself between them, her head at the level of his waist, her eyes level with that growing bulge, "I-I did this to you - I made you hard - me, me, me-me-me - you like me! You - you... love me - you do love me - you're - you're hard for me... you're hard for ME!" She purred and giggled with ecstasy, reaching up to palm his erection through his trousers.
She felt Scott's fingernails digging into her shoulders, trying to push her away as if she was a disobedient dog who'd grown tired of waiting for scraps to drop underneath the dinner table and had decided to crawl onto the tabletop and lick the plates clean herself, but she didn't let him. She didn't allow him to. She was starving, she was ravenous, and she was done begging for what she deserved, leaning forward and beginning to mouth at the bulge, running her tongue along its length and laving it with attention, her tongue swirled around the shape of his erection through the fabric.
"P-Pe- mfh~ Pear-! Get your filthy - you're - you're disgusting, you pervert, you freak, you - stop- stop-" Scott gagged, but it was clear he didn't actually mean it, because if he didn't want this, why did he instantaneously devolve into a shameless moan as her tongue rubbed his clothed dick?
"I-I knew you liked me, you still love me, you always have- this is proof-" She whispered with a reverent moan, drooling messily as she palmed Scott's throbbing cock eagerly, stroking him with desperate, graceless need, smearing idle streaks through the fabric as Scott continued to squirm and thrash, unaware that once a dog locked it's teeth onto a target it would never let go.
"Y-you were scared, you were scared, weren't you? That's why you left. You - you were scared because you like me, that - that you liked a girl... you didn't want to admit you liked a girl, did you? It's okay, Scott, it's okay - it's hard to admit when we're - when we're wrong, isn't it? That it really was just a matter of finding the right girl - it's me! I'm the right girl, Scott, I was the right girl, I am the right girl, don't you see, it was always me-" She rasped between licks, slurring sloppily, a groan gurgling in the back of her mouth. Above her, she heard a choked-up sound come from Scott, and, wow, was he really already so turned on he was sobbing with ecstasy? He was weak for her, utterly infatuated...
"I-I hate you," Scott retched through sob-filled moans, an obvious lie, as his body was telling quite a different story, wasn't it? "You witch - you - you bitch - I hate you - I hate this - IhateyouIhateyouIhateyou-"
"I love you, too," Pearl agreed softly, mouthing at the bulge in Scott's pants with a wet, saliva-filled kiss. She licked a long, slow stripe up the length of him, savouring the taste of his arousal through the fabric. "You're being so good for me, such a good boy, you're being perfect," she cooed praisingly, every hitch in his breath and quiver in his thighs making her inner walls clench with unquantifiable need, even as he convulsed and cried, "S-stop. Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop-" like a broken recordplayer, but she didn't. She didn't, because,
"You promised me fifteen minutes, remember? And I still have three more~"
Pearl knew Scott took his word very seriously; it wasn't something he handed around willy-nilly! He prided himself on his honesty, his ability to uphold his end of the bargain, his trustworthiness and honourability. Pearl couldn't just allow him to forsake something he held so dear like that by letting him wriggle away, he wasn't thinking straight (or, well, he was, actually, for the first time in his life, but still!), so she wouldn't let him dishonour himself like that while in such a state of mindless hysteria. He'd thank her for holding him down and making him uphold his end of the deal later; she was doing a favour for his honour.
That didn't stop him from being a baby about it afterwards, though. Whining about how that wasn't what they'd agreed to, how she was a monster, how she'd raped him.
How had she raped him? She hadn't touched him! There'd been no to-skin contact, she hadn't even taken his clothes off, his crotch had been clothed the entire time, she hadn't even unzipped his fly.
Besides! Even if it had been, she'd had his explicit consent, he told her he could. He said she had fifteen minutes to do whatever she needed to satisfy herself as long as his shoe stayed on.
And, well, the shoe had stayed on, hadn't it?
