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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Popee_the_Performer_(Anime)
  Relationship:
      Kedamomo/Popee
  Character:
      Kedamono_(Popee_the_Performer), Popee_(Popee_the_Performer)
  Additional Tags:
      Masks, Aphrodisiacs, Surreal, Furry, Choking, Anal_Sex, Knotting,
      Hypnotism, Edgeplay, Desperation, Dubious_Consent, Unrealistic_Amounts_of
      Precome, Tagging_"Magical_Mask_that_Acts, as_an_Aphrodisiac/Mind_Control
      Device/Hypnotism, Horniness_Inducing_Thing"_is_Hard
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-20 Words: 2002
****** How Terrible ******
by twitchtipthegnawer
Summary
     When it comes to Popee, Kedamomo often feels like he’s walking on
     eggshells. Living with the brat is an unbearable combination of
     paranoia and pain, so he’s understandably relieved whenever he gets
     alone time. He just hadn’t expected alone time to backfire quite so
     explosively.
     But now he’s got Popee writhing on the ground, completely at his
     mercy, and he’s not entirely sure what to do. No, that’s a lie-- he
     knows what he should do. He’s not sure what he will.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Kedamomo had been waiting for this. For way, way too long. Popee keeps weird
schedules, wandering around at odd times and hardly ever sleeping. It’s a pain,
sometimes literally, but for the past couple of days the thing about it that’s
most bothered him is that he can’t get any alone time.
Today, for the first time in a while, he caught Popee sleeping. He knew from
experience that Popee would be out for a while, barring anything waking him up
early, and Kedamomo was going to take full advantage of his break. If he
started taking advantage by holing up in front of the t.v. and turning on UFO
Girls, well, who could blame him?
American burlesque wasn’t exactly popular anymore, but Kedamomo didn’t care. As
long as UFO Girls was airing, he was watching. And today was a particularly
nice episode.
He’d seen it before, but every time the girls started stripping, their lithe
bodies twisting as men shouted lewd jokes from the crowd… Frankly, Kedamomo was
turned on. His happy, laughing mask fell to the ground, instantly forgotten as
a blush appeared on his porcelain cheeks. Behind the mask, he panted, his
boxers suddenly a whole lot tighter than they had been a moment before.
Of course, he couldn’t savor the feeling while Popee was around; asleep or not,
the creep had ears as sensitive as any wolf’s. Kedamomo needed this done, and
quickly.
Through some kind of miracle, he actually did manage to get off. The show was
still going before he was done, which was a feat for a wolf. He mopped up his
come with a veritable mountain of tissues, and for once was glad that Popee was
a dunce when it came to this stuff.
                                      ✖✖✖
The next day, he was way less glad.
Popee stood there with the mask in one hand, a shit-eating grin on his face. No
doubt he was pleased with himself for finding an unfamiliar expression
(Kedamomo usually smashed those, damn it, he’d been lulled into a false sense
of security). Popee kept lifting the mask closer, then pulling it away, teasing
at putting it on properly.
Right before Kedamomo could snatch it out of his hands, the mask snapped into
place. Popee flinched, full-bodied and understandably regretful the moment
before the mask kicked in. Then he was on his hands and knees, shuddering, mask
tilting up at Kedamomo imploringly.
There was a moment when, standing over Popee’s suddenly vulnerable body,
Kedamomo panicked. Sure, Popee wouldn’t get violent this time-- but he always
seemed so weirdly innocent. The sudden hardness that was clearly visible
through his stupid outfit was probably entirely foreign to him. Kedamomo
really, really should help him.
Then Popee screeched, a whiny, bratty noise like he always made when he was
throwing a tantrum. And yep, there went all of Kedamomo’s sympathy.
So often in the past Popee had tormented Kedamomo, and now he had the chance to
teach the kid a lesson. It wouldn’t do him any lasting damage to be stuck
turned on for a couple of hours, especially considering the way he was clinging
to his own clothing. It wasn’t like he could chafe his dick if he didn’t know
how to get himself off.
With no small amount of glee, Kedamomo watched Popee get to his shaky feet and
waver. He tried to dive at Kedamomo, to tackle him to the ground, but he ended
up stumbling and falling flat on his face. If he hadn’t been wearing a mask,
Kedamomo would have bet he’d be crying.
Feeling rather good about the whole situation, Kedamomo wandered off. Popee’s
outraged squealing faded away when Kedamomo ducked into a trailer, and he
thought longingly of the peace and quiet of Popee sleeping. At least this was
the second best thing; maybe he could get some sleep this time.
                                      ✖✖✖
He hadn’t actually meant to fall asleep. It had been an idle thought, that was
all. But he still woke up with a stale taste in his mouth, and Popee crawling
through the crack in the door.
It had been-- Kedamomo didn’t know how long it had been. Popee was drenched in
sweat, and precome had plastered his pants to the insides of his thighs. He was
an absolute wreck, hood pushed halfway off of his head and hair sticking up in
a disheveled mess. His hands shook as he dragged himself along the floor,
towards Kedamomo.
How long had he left Popee like this? Kedamomo had only meant to tease him a
bit, maybe teach him a lesson about wearing his masks. Instead he’d ended up
neglecting him until he was too desperate to even walk.
Guilt welled up in Kedamomo’s throat, his last mask falling off to reveal
furrowed eyebrows and sad eyes. He almost wanted to put the surprised mask he’d
just shed on Popee, to give him a hand, but then Popee managed to reach one of
Kedamomo’s paws. And instead of grabbing hold and yanking, like Kedamomo
expected (Popee didn’t know how to touch someone without hurting them, Kedamomo
was completely convinced of this), he just reached out and…
Rubbed his face against the bottom of Kedamomo’s paw, a high whine rising in
his throat. That was, Kedamomo didn’t, he didn’t want that, Popee was a
sadistic child.
Except that Popee was still whining. He sounded puppyish, pleading, and
Kedamomo found that he wasn’t exactly wearing a guilty face anymore. No, no,
no.
Popee was flushed all the way down his neck, skin gone straight past pink into
shades of red. Kedamomo shouldn’t, but he couldn’t seem to resist pulling his
paw away from Popee and unbuttoning the top of his clothes. He just wanted to
see how far down the blush went, he told himself. That was the only reason.
No matter how horrible Popee usually was, he looked almost sweet arching into
Kedamomo’s touches. His whining hadn’t stopped, but it certainly died down as
Kedamomo undid another gold button. He must have been unbearably hot.
Staring down at where Popee lay on the floor, the curve of his collarbone
visible as he panted, Kedamomo suddenly realized how much power he had. Like
this, Popee would do whatever he wanted. He didn’t even need to get Popee off,
because all he wanted was for the arousal to end, and taking off the mask could
do that well enough.
Kedamomo could leave him panting and desperate until he was weak from
dehydration as well as the overwhelming want. He could use Popee for any number
of things, even if his mouth was covered by the mask. Although, a part of
Kedamomo wished his mouth wasn’t covered.
Soft gasping sounds filled the air, the longer Kedamomo went on staring. Popee
was working himself into a frenzy again, writhing against the ground. Touching
had helped, hadn’t it?
Tentatively reaching out, Kedamomo undid the third button. Red and white fabric
fell away to reveal a slender chest, and oh, there was the end of his blush.
His nipples were pink and pebbled as if from cold, but Popee’s body radiated so
much heat that Kedamomo could feel himself panting. This was a terrible idea.
Another button. It was the last one, meaning that if Kedamomo wanted Popee any
less dressed he’d have to commit to it. But Popee’s stomach looked so soft, a
gentle swell that Kedamomo couldn’t stop himself from pressing his paw against.
The arched spine he got in return was thrilling.
Even though a piece of Kedamomo’s brain was still screaming at him, he could
feel his boxers getting uncomfortable again. He pulled them off, feeling only a
faint twinge of embarrassment. Then, to stop the long, thin whimper Popee had
begun the second Kedamomo’s hand left his stomach, he palmed Popee’s cock.
It was much smaller than Kedamomo’s, obviously. He could feel the heaviness of
it, the way it was swollen and undoubtedly sore from rubbing against the inside
of his clothing the whole time. Kedamomo took a deep breath, but it didn’t
help. The scent was maddening.
Maybe that was why Kedamomo pulled Popee’s clothing off with all the harshness
Popee usually treated him with. There was no harshness in Popee now, not with
the way he bent his limbs to help Kedamomo undress him.
Naked, it was abundantly obvious how far gone Popee was. He made small ah, ah,
ah, sounds as Kedamomo spread his thighs, watched the way Popee’s hips ground
up into air. He lost interest in the human’s small, almost bruised-looking cock
quickly, and instead focused on his hole. For a 17 year old, Popee was nearly
hairless, nothing more than a light dusting of gold down between his legs. His
ass looked smooth and soft and perfect.
                                      ✖✖✖
At his harshest, Kedamomo was still kinder than Popee ever was. He had taken
the time to prepare him, even eaten his hole out when he couldn’t find lube.
Now he was watching with no small amount of amusement as Popee tried to rock
back into him, knees and hands braced on the floor. He couldn’t get the angle
right, at least not without Kedamomo helping him, so the wolf’s cock kept
glancing off of his entrance without actually sliding in.
All of this, and Kedamomo still hadn’t let Popee come once. The only time he
touched his cock was to lock pressure around the base, to hold off his orgasm.
It was a kindness, he told himself. As long as Popee wore the mask, he wouldn’t
get any real relief, and the rest of this would be so much more painful if he
was oversensitive.
Howling in frustration, Popee’s elbows gave out, sending him crashing face
first onto the floor. For a heart-stopping second, Kedamomo thought that the
mask had broken, but no. Popee still rocked into him, still moaned at the
slightest touch.
They needed to stop messing around, Kedamomo decided. One paw steadying the
base of his cock, Kedamomo finally, finally gave Popee what he wanted. The
drawn out moan of satisfaction was so good Kedamomo could eat it.
Slowly, he started up a neat rhythm, fucking as deep into Popee as he could
without the knot slipping in. Popee was so sloppy with spit and precome that
the slide was perfectly slick.
Inarticulate sounds spilled out of Popee’s throat. Not that he was ever
articulate, but he wasn’t usually so vocal, and it was destroying Kedamomo’s
concentration. Blindly reaching out, Kedamomo got a grip on the bunny ears on
Popee’s hood. He jerked the ears backwards, and the hood slipped down, catching
around Popee’s neck.
A harsh gagging sound had Kedamomo’s hips jerking forward. It wasn’t right, he
shouldn’t be enjoying Popee’s pain, but the sounds of his choked struggle for
air were so much better than before. And Popee was still pushing back into his
thrusts. And he was wearing a mask.
All it took was one thrust that synced with Kedamomo wrenching Popee’s hood,
and his knot slipped inside. It was like a switch flipped; Popee screamed, and
Kedamomo was coming, no control left in his body.
Pathetic whimpering filled the air as Kedamomo went still and released his
chokehold on Popee. It was breathless and hoarse and always pitched up when
another spurt of come poured in.
By the time Kedamomo was done, Popee was trying to reach beneath himself to
touch between his legs. Kedamomo smacked his hand away, then flipped him over,
greedily taking in the sight of his bulging stomach. Both paws pressed against
his belly this time, and come oozed out when Kedamomo put pressure down. Popee
was so hard, it looked horrible.
Leaning to the side, Kedamomo grabbed his tranq gun. Lucky that he kept it so
close at hand. With a tired grunt, he fired a dart into the center of the mask,
shattering it, and then left Popee sitting in a pool of come and sweat.
Hey, Popee had left him sitting in worse.
End Notes
     List of things I enjoy writing about:
     -Magical aphrodisiacs
     -Mask kink
     -NOT dialog
     -Knotting
     List of things Greenie asked me to write about:
     -Magical aphrodisiacs
     -Mask kink
     -NOT dialog
     -Knotting
     In conclusion thank you, I am #blessed \o/ I hope all like… four
     people who have watched Popee enjoyed this.
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