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A cold hum echoed through the Skull Ship as it flew, a constant churning, almost melodic noise that grew louder the deeper into the bowels of the ship you ventured… Right now, the cool thrum of the engine and the distant clang of unseen machinery were the only things that could bring him comfort. The sound would cover up his shallow, frustrated breaths as he slinked through the halls, desperate to finally get to his bedroom.
Commander Peepers swiftly closed the door, kicking off his shoes and flopping down on the bed. Waiting, listening… He pulls his pillow over his face and groans heavily into it.
“Ughhhh….”
He hated being in heat. It felt like everyone was looking at him, judging him, like they knew he was insatiably horny all day and barely able to do any work because of it- Something so unbecoming of his status that it made him sick just thinking about it. Commander Peepers, so easily losing a battle to his own hormones. Stupid, stupid… He can't take a sick day. He just can't. He's not even sure if Lord Hater would allow that - or how long Hater would survive without him.
“Screw this. I can't do this anymore. It's humiliating…”
Hovering over the dial button, Peepers began to script the call in his head. He couldn't just tell him outright - “Hey, I’m in heat so I can't leave my room for the next 24 hours. I need to masturbate until I pass out.” Lord Hater isn't exactly privy to watchdog anatomy either - it's anyone's guess whether he even knows what a heat is in the first place.
“Lord Hater- ahem- Sir?”
He heard a gruff voice from the phone. “Peepers? This better be important! I'm doing my workout routine and you just interrupted my 450 pound deadlift!”
“Apologies, Lord Hater, but I was going to ask- Well, If it's not too much trouble for you of course, sir, if I could… have the day off tomorrow? I'm feeling sick.” Peepers coughed weakly, hoping it didn't sound too fake.
“Sick? You've never called in sick before. You’re not… Lying… Are you, Peepers?”
“No sir- I’m serious. if I go to work tomorrow, you'd most certainly be infected too! I'm highly contagious!” He hacked some more, doubling down.
“Ewww, okay, whatever. Stay in your room for all I care. It's not like I need you anyway…” Beep. He hung up.
Peepers scoffed. He knew this plan was stupid, and even in his current state, Hater’s disappointment still stabbed at him... Even so, even if he used every ounce of strength and mental fortitude he had left to try and keep his composure, his body wouldn't listen.
He was a watchdog like any other after all, at least physiologically speaking. And besides, he'd rather have Lord Hater be mad at him than end up humiliated in front of him.
Hanging up the call, he felt a nervous energy building inside of him… After all that sneaking around, he was finally alone, and those awful, unbecoming thoughts flooded into his mind almost immediately.
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Waking up, Peepers felt a familiar warmth coursing through his body… He was barely awake, but he already craved touch again. His heartbeat pounded in his clit, and stirring just the tiniest bit caused him to groan as his underwear chafed against it, already so hard… Blearily, he blinked and saw it was already 10:30 am - Regaining more of his senses, he shifted, rubbing the crust from his eye as he sat up. He was sweaty, grimy, and his thighs were still sticky from last night's desperation. He had fucked himself for what seemed like hours last night, and yet felt so pent up just a single REM cycle later. It's pathetic. But I can't help it…
He focused on the humming of the ship again… When a sudden knocking sound nearly made him jump out of his skin.
“Hellooooo?” A cheery, folksy voice echoed from the other side of the door.
Oh no. Not him.
“Mr. Peepers? I heard through the grapevine that you were feeling a tad under the weather, sooooo…. I came to visit you to make sure you're all good and taken care of!”
More incessant knocking, And to Peepers’ horror - The automatic door quietly slid open as the perpetrator stood meekly in the doorway, clutching a bundle of get-well-soon balloons. Peepers stayed completely still, silently glowering at Wander as he stood there, smiling dumbly.
“Wander.” He hissed. “Leave me alone.”
“How could I possibly leave a friend when they're clearly suffering?” Wander gestured widely, “I mean, just look at this mess! You must be sicker than I thought…”
“I’m not sick, and I’m not suffering, either!”
“Then why aren't you working?” He cocked his head to one side. “The Commander Peepers I know would have been wide awake and full of beans by now!”
“I’m just-” Peepers sighed. There's no way in hell he'd be able to capture Wander right now - He probably wouldn't even be able to touch him. Sound the alarm? He could, but then Hater could rush down and see him like this, flushed, weak, shivering and mewling under the covers… “It’s just… something else. Something you can't help with.”
“Something I can't help with?” He said, stepping past the threshold, the door sliding shut behind him. “I seriously doubt that. I'm very good at helping. I don't know if you noticed, but that's like my whole thing!”
“I noticed.” Peepers said flatly, taking a deep breath that led into an exasperated, raspy sigh. “You’ve already been here way too long - Just leave - Please.”
“You're acting really out of character, Mr. Peepers…” Wander said thoughtfully. “If you truly aren't sick…” He gingerly stepped forwards, hovering in front of Peepers' bed.
Peepers had wedged himself into a corner at this point, glaring searingly at the orange furball in front of him. Wander was still holding those god awful balloons… The way they quietly bounced and squeaked against each other as he moved was like nails on a chalkboard.
“Oh.” Wander suddenly staggered back like he was hit with something, his face flushing. “Ooooohhhh… Oh, sorry Mr. Peepers, I didn't realize- You're in heat, right?” Something about that voice… His southern drawl paired with the casual tone he took on almost made it sound like he was talking about a farm animal, or a pet cat.
“Oh, didn't you?” Peepers spat, “Go ahead, laugh all you want. Just get it all out now.”
“Laugh?” Wander shook his head. “I'd never laugh at something like that - It's totally natural! A lot of other watchdogs deal with it all the time, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Besides…”
Peepers’ stomach twisted.
“Now I know for a fact I can help.” His cheery tone was suddenly darker, quieter. “Do you want me to help you, Commander?” The drawn out, borderline sultry way that he spoke made Peepers’ skin crawl.
“I don't - Y…You pervert! Are you seriously proposing we do something so depraved, so disgustingly inappropriate–” Despite everything, his body ached again, wanting so badly to be touched.
“Jeez, I’m just offering.” Wander shrugged like this was all totally normal. “You’ve gotta be so tired after trying to deal with this all by yourself… Just let me take care of you.”
This wasn't happening, this had to be some kind of weird, heat-fueled sex dream.
“Th…The fact that you're even asking is–!!” Peepers was sputtering frantically at this point, trying to gather his thoughts. This bizarre situation was stirring up emotions that he could barely get a handle on- But, above all else, Peepers knew how to think on his feet and utilize bizarre situations to his advantage. There had to be some way to benefit from this…
“Wait. So… I'm not agreeing to anything you're offering, and you're still a pervert. But… If you're really dedicated to helping me-”
“Oh, I am!” Wander interrupted him. “I can't ignore anyone that needs help… And you seem to need a lot of it!”
In this context, the word “help” being used as an innuendo and in the literal sense at the same time… It was kind of ironic, especially considering how the concept of helping others was so intertwined and inextricable from Wander’s personality. Peepers has known for a while that Wander isn't ignorant or stupid, just stupidly optimistic with a side of complete insanity - But this side of him… Casually lewd, unacceptably forward, sitting and staring at him with those big, curious eyes drinking in every mortifying detail as he offers to “help” him at 10 in the morning.
Peepers was happy not knowing that this weird horny limbo version of his worst enemy existed, but now that he did, he couldn't just leave it alone.
Besides… He was doing a thing.
“So… If I asked you to stay with me all day, would you?” Peepers put on his whiniest, most pathetic-sounding voice: “Because I need it, Wander, I need your help.”
Peepers held back a laugh as he saw Wander's eyes blow wide open, his fur prickling. “Why yes! Of course, buddy! I’ll stay by your side as long as you need me for. I'm so happy… After all this time, you're finally letting me in!”
“You're -” Peepers voice lowered. “Don't make it weird… And stay quiet. And lock the door!”
“Sure can do Peepers. Dont’cha worry your pretty little head about anything!” Wander finally let go of the balloons, letting them idly drift to the ceiling and sit there. Walking over to the automatic door, he put his hand on his chin quizzically and stared.
“It's on the command console, just press the lock button.”
“Huh?” Wander looked up and down at the door, glancing over the nearby dresser. “Is it this thingie?” He picked up a small remote, experimentally clicking a button that caused the lights to change to a cool green color.
“Nope, but still pretty neat!” He clicked it again, and the lights turned a deep red. “Ooooh, mood lighting! Did you set this up yourself, Peeps? Pretty impressive!”
“Stop- Shut up, just-” Peepers hastily stumbled out of bed onto shaking legs, the cool air making him wince. “Let me do it.” He hardly realized he wasn't wearing any pants until he saw Wander swiftly look him up and down, and then suddenly slap his hands over his eyes, blushing.
Peepers rolled his eye as he locked the door via the command console, which was rooted into the wall next to the door. He glanced over at Wander, the grown man still covering his eyes like an embarrassed schoolgirl.
“Why are you-” Peepers slinked back to bed, this time sitting on the edge of it. “You can look, y’know. Weirdo.”
“Gee, I just didn't want to ogle you without permission…” Wander tentatively lowered his hands, “Took me by surprise, s’all. Didn't take you for the type to sleep in your panties.”
Ew. Don't call them “panties”. “Ugh, well, I usually don't.” Now that the door was locked and he was so embarrassingly exposed… His heart thumped, his body and brain slowly realizing the weight and reality of his situation. “It's just… Hot…”
“Oh, you poor thing…” Wander walked over to the bed again, looming over him sitting there, his legs slightly spread. “I wish I'd known sooner - I can't stand the idea of you all hot and needy like this, with nobody to take care of you…”
This was torture. Soft-spoken pity from Wander, crooning over him, practically calling him weak right to his face.
“Just shut up, shut up…” He mumbled, thumbing the waistband of his underwear idly.
“Oh, you want those off..? Let me get that for you!” He reached out tentatively, and Peepers felt his entire body shiver and course with desperate, dark heat when they made contact. His hips were exceptionally sensitive, as was the rest of his body… But this felt different, somehow, from when he was alone.
“Gah, I– Wait–” Lifting his butt and shimmying a bit, his partner was able to easily peel his underwear off, and peel was the right word- He was soaked, still sticky from last night and slick from this morning. He carefully watched his partner's face as it flushed, those big, curious eyes burning into his cunt. “I h-hope you know what you're doing.”
“‘Course I do! I've helped plenty of watchdogs before!” He seemed weirdly proud of that.
“You-!!” Peepers didn't know why he was surprised. Knowing what he knows now… “I'm n-not just some random run-of-the-mill low-ranking watchdog you can fool around with whenever you want yknow–! This is a one-time thing, and it doesn't leave this room, got it?!”
Peepers, logically speaking, wasn't too concerned about anyone else finding out. Nobody should be bothering them - He already called in sick, so unless someone went out of their way to unlock the door and walk in on them, he was fine. Even if Wander went around telling people… Who would believe him? That stuck-up stick-in-the-mud Commander Peepers spent a full afternoon marathon fucking his (& Lord Hater’s) worst enemy?
Despite what his logical mind said, he was still nervous. If anyone else saw him like this…
“Of course! This kinda thing is private, intimate, just between us two… I don't even talk ta Sylvia about it. Feels wrong to gossip…” He was making it weird again.
“Good.” He nodded. “N..now… What are you gonna do to me…?”
“Well, first of all, let's get more comfortable.” Wander tossed aside Peepers' briefs, letting them land on the floor next to his discarded pants and shoes. “What're you doing on the edge of the bed like that, silly? Just lie down, however ya feel comfortable.”
Peepers grumbled, discontent at the prospect of obeying orders from Wander. “Hmph. Just… stop staring at me like that.”
“Ya want me to cover my eyes again?” He said, in that infuriating unassuming tone.
“No- Just!! Forget it!” He scooted up the bed, lying his head back onto his pillow. Despite his partially undressed state, the clank of metal against the back wall reminded him that he was still wearing his helmet. He wore it to sleep so often, he regularly forgot he was even wearing it- It felt less like an item of clothing or armor and more like a part of his body.
Once he got situated and comfortable, the fuzzy orange creature that he had surrendered his body to slinked into bed with him, cozying up on the end of his bed like a loyal pet. “Comfy?”
“Yes. Shut up.” Peepers glanced down at him, his body flush and hot as stabbing throbs of arousal overstimulated his already weakened body.
“Okie dokie.” He leaned over, placing both hands on Peepers' thighs, gently easing them apart- one hand slid down, two fingers curiously dipping into his heat.
“Ah-” He couldn't help the tiny sound that escaped him. He finally truly internalized the situation he was in when Wander giggled.
“Gosh…” He drawled, eyelids drooping cartoonishly. Motivated by that tiny reaction, his fingers curled, slicking back up, then down, spreading him open and letting more fluid leak from his desperate cunt. Electric, addictive shocks of pleasure built up and up and he wanted more. So much more than this awful teasing.
“Just… Ffffuck, put it inside already!”
“So eager!” He laughed, “And so crude~ I oughta wash your mouth out with soap!”
“I… I’m crude?! You're the one who-” Peepers was cut off by a ragged, high-pitched, utterly lewd moan as those deft fingers finally pierced his cunt, filling him up like he'd been so desperately craving, fluttering and spasming around the intrusion as he squeezed his eye shut… He really, really didn't want to see the no-doubt self-satisfied look on Wander's face.
“Mm, such pretty noises…” He scissored him open more, setting a slow, deliberate pace, consistently prodding at the sweetest spot inside him. “This’s gotta feel good, huh..?”
“Shuuu—uuuut uuuaaaahh—” Peepers gripped at the sheets, incapable of focusing on anything but the slowly quickening pace of his partner's fingers pistoning in and out of him. “M..more- I- need-”
“Don't worry, Mr. Peepers… Haaah… I’ll take care of everything…” His other free hand gently groped at Peepers' thigh. He was clearly getting something out of this, too.
Using his thumb to bump up against his clit with every thrust. Rubbing his painfully hard clit in gentle circles while fully sheathed inside. Just 3 fingers, and he was completely undone, writhing and mewling and rutting his hips against nothing, trying desperately to get more, deeper… This was so, so much more intense than when he was alone. In fact…
“Ahh- Haaaahhhh- Nnhh, c-close, I’m close, I’m-” He was short circuiting. Subject to this overwhelming pleasure, the hot coil inside of him was tightening so fast that it already threatened to snap at any second, and his partner didn't slow down even for a moment.
“That’s right, just let it aaaall out, i’ll help you cum as many times as you want…” Wander's voice was soft, teasing.
God damn it, he did know what he was doing.
Peepers blacked out, jerking his hips as he whimpered, the moans ripped from his throat devastatingly loud and wanton and unlike any noise he's heard himself make before. Involuntary shocks of pleasure scrambled his brain, white-hot throbbing stabs of that addictive spasm between his legs as he rode it out on Wander’s fingers… The fingers that were slowly sliding out of his cunt and leaving him empty and alone to lazily leak onto the bedsheets.
After a few seconds of twitching and heavy breathing… Peepers spoke up.
“Shit,” He said, “That was…” He cut himself off with a heavy sigh, not giving Wander the satisfaction of praise.
“You ready for round 2?” He said, chipper as ever as he popped his fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking them off so casually and obscenely that Peepers visibly cringed. It looked like he was licking cheese powder off his fingers after eating a bowl of chips.
“Ugh.” Peepers furrowed his eyelid, sitting up. It was only for a moment, but that brief stint of submission to his adversary made him itch to be in control. “Trade places with me.” He slid off the bed, gesturing to where he was just laying a moment ago. He flushed slightly when he noticed the prominent wet stain he had left on the bedsheets.
“Ooooh, so commanding!” Wander said, flopping down on the bed. “What're ya gonna do with me, Peepers?”
“Straddle your stupid face,” He spat, “So I don’t have to hear you babbling anymore.”
“Ouch.” Wander seemed to process what he said for a moment, then bit his lip and started fanning himself cartoonishly. “But I’m more than okay with that~”
“I hope you’re as good with your mouth as you are with your hands…” He said, climbing onto the bed, stabilizing himself by planting two hands on the wall in front of him as he swung his leg over, trapping Wander’s head between his knees as he hovered over him.
“Aww, you really think so?” Wander reached up to grab his thighs, which made Peepers jump at the sudden contact. “I don’t mean to brag, but I have gotten a lot of practice…”
“Of course you have.” Peepers looked down at him, “You’re not doing a very good job of convincing me you aren’t a pervert.”
“Oh really?” Wander lifted his head, gently pulling down on Peepers’ thighs and making contact with his sex, sliding his tongue all the way up.
“AAHNH- Ack!!” Peepers’ struggled to keep his balance, almost doubling over at the sudden jolt of stimulation. He ground his hips down onto Wander’s face, smearing slick all over his mouth which he happily lapped up as he dutifully worked his tongue between Peepers’ inflamed cunt. Every time he even so much as grazed his clit, he flinched- It was so sensitive, it felt like he was already on the verge of cumming again.
To add insult to injury… those big, droopy, lovesick eyes just kept staring up at him as he licked up his wet, heat-stricken cunt, feeling like sweet relief and torture at the same time, his worst enemy just laying there and taking it as he practically humped his face.
“Haaah, haaa-” He grabbed Wander’s hair and tugged on it sharply, earning a groan from the other as his eyes practically rolled up in his head. “Y-you’re disgusting… You love this, don’t you?”
“Mpph-”
“Don’t try to talk, idiot-” Peepers mewled, “It was rhetorica-aaaaal- Mmnn-”
The feeling of a hot tongue swiping over his clit over and over again was so dangerously addictive… He wasn’t sure he’d be able to forget about this, about how good it felt to have someone else under him, worshipping his cunt, willingly submitting to his every desire and pleasure no matter how debased - And he found that feeling in the goofy orange furball that tortured him on a near-daily basis. Funny how life works.
As he got closer to his orgasm, Wander suddenly stilled, squeezing his hips to stop him from moving for a moment, before taking his painfully hard clit in his mouth and sucking on it, rolling his tongue over it while he enjoyed subtly groping his ass - Which did not go unnoticed. Peepers was just too preoccupied to care.
“AHHnnnHH– Mmmhhh-” Peepers’ entire body shivered, “K-keep doing that, fuck, keep doing that…” He was already so, so close to cumming again. Suddenly, all of his energy was focused on trying not to cum again, which was practically impossible when he was being so viciously stimulated.
“C-close… Close…” He muttered, frantically trying not to break contact with Wander’s face. He clearly took this as an invitation to keep going harder- He pressed his tongue flat against his clit, the sudden pressure pushing him over the edge as the hot coil snapped again and Peepers’ legs practically gave out.
It came faster and harder than the last orgasm, if that was even possible - His whole body pulsed with waves of hot, sweet, precious pleasure, stinging his clit, his heart jack-hammering in his chest… A desperate, high-pitched, soft moan that sounded like it came straight from a porno and made his head spin with embarrassment was knocked out of him like wind from his lungs. He just sat there for a moment, gathering his bearings until he decided to lift himself up… A string of bodily fluid connecting them still even after they were separate. Gross.
He fell back onto the bed, throwing an arm over his face, legs spread in an attempt to air out the heat. His partner sat up too, wiping off his mouth.
“Sooo…” Wander leaned forwards, “Round 3?”