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It was supposed to be a great day at gardenview, everyone was happy and minding their own business, hanging out in their rooms and no one bothering eachother, even shrimpo was weirdly quiet, And that? that was great news for Dyle. It was an understatement to say he wasn't very fond of Shrimpo lately, he would rather turn into a twisted than to spend 5 minutes with the shrimp on the same room.
"I'm sure you'll use this." He spoke with his usual voice to another toon that just bought something from his shop, but even so, his voice had a small hint of happines, the joy for this being such a quiet, enjoyable day...
Until It wasn't.
"HEY, YOU!!! DYLE TIMESLY!"
Dyle heard the voice from afar, slowly getting closer. He gritted his teeth and slowly turned his head towards the... Noise. He had to take a deep breath before speaking.
"What can i help you with, Shr—" Before he could even finish speaking, the shrimp did It first. "I WANT SOMETHING FOR FREE NOW!!!"
Dyle was genuinely annoyed and confused for the words, he raised his brow for a moment before continuing speaking, "... well, how much ichor do you have?"
"NOT IMPORTANT!!! I WANT ANYTHING FOR FREE NOW!!!" Dyle was starting to lose his patience by now.
"We've already gone through this, it's not possible, Shrimpo. You have to pay for things—" And yet again, interrupted. "I DO NOT CARE!!! I WANT IT!! I WANT IT NOW!" Shrimpo started banging on the edge of the counter, voice getting louder, getting more and more annoying.
"Ah! there you are!" Both the clock and the shrimp heard the voice from afar, from the fishbowl. Dyle almost sighed with relief and happiness as Finn wrapped his arms around shrimpo, not in a hug, but in a way to slowly pull him away from Dyle and the shop
"i'm so shore-rry for my pal's behavior!" Finn let out a small giggle for his own joke before continuing "i hope he wasn't that much of a fish-ssue, Heh..heh..." Finn chuckled nervously as he slowly pulled and tugged the angry shrimp away, and of course, Shrimpo was grunting and struggling all the way, since he didn't get what he wanted.
-Gosh, he's so stupidly weak.-
Dyle thought to himself, hoping that making fun of Shrimpo in his head would help at least a bit with the annoyment he was feeling this right very moment. It WAS being a good day, and It was supposed to stay that way. It's like the sixth time this week Shrimpo asks for free stuff. And that's a lot, considering today is THURSDAY. And now that Dyle thought about It, shrimpo has been asking— no, DEMANDING free stuff for a while now. And It always was with screaming, screeching, and kicking around until he got tired.
...
Dyle didn't even notice how tight he was gripping the edge of his counter with annoyment until he stopped thinking of Shrimpo. HE didn't deserve being on his mind, so Dyle forced himself to focus on something else, something that mattered, for example.
Toons came and went, and even while he was busy selling stuff, there was still that annoyment in the back of his mind, that stupid feeling that Shrimpo would come again, more irritating than ever. But the day was finally ending before that could even happen.
Dyle closed his store with a small smile on his lips, positive that probably every toon was sleeping in their rooms by now. At least he could have this small moment to himself, the silence he enjoyed so, so much. Or maybe he just wanted the silence because shrimpo was being louder than usual these days.
He wasn't THAT tired, Dyle thought. Sitting in his chair and fidgeting with the red lever next to the small TV, looking at the trains he loved so much. And he wasn't sure in what moment he started to Daydream. But in other words, to fantazise.
"Not even sure why we keep him around..." Dyle whispered, but loud enough to hear himself "He doesn't do anything besides being an annoying brat." Dyle's eyes flicked to his beloved train on the screen
...
"Wonder what would happen if i took him to a train ride one day... Make him never come back again..." Dyle whispered to himself, but slowly realizing the words that were leaving his mouth. His eyes widened in an instant as he realized what he was thinking about, And exactly, about WHO.
"Ugh. He doesn't deserve my time, let alone my thoughts." Dyle groaned to himself as he leaned back against his chair, and he wasn't sure if It was either the exhaustion of the day or the lingering irritation, but he slowly closed his eyes...
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...
..—!
When Dyle opened his eyes again, It was because of a well-known voice coming from the TV. He looked at the screen, confussion and shock that was quickly replaced by surprise and amusement as he realized exactly WHO was there.
Shrimpo, all alone on the train tracks. Dyle felt a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he leaned foward again, one hand on his face as the other one slowly got closer to the red lever. "well, well, well... look who we have here." Dyle whispered to himself, His smile growing wider as he heard Shrimpo speaking through the speakers.
"Hello? Can anyone hear me? i- i fell." Dyle's brows raised, how come he was being so... Not loud? As Dyle's eyes trailed lower, he noticed scratches on shrimpo's knees and legs, he let out a small scoff at realizing the shrimp actually fell. But before he could do anything else, he saw a hint of hope get in the Shrimp's eyes.
"D-Dyle? you awake? can you hear me? m-maybe come and help me, please?" Shrimpo looked around in desesperation, and when his eyes finally found the camera, he started begging louder. "Dyle? Dyle wake up, please!"
Dyle really had to hold himself back from chuckling at hearing the Shrimp's desesperate pleading, putting his hand over his lips as his other hand gripped the lever tighter, heart racing, brows furrowed with a sudden decision.
And then, he pulled the red lever towards his body. He kept his eyes focused on the screen, heart racing faster as he noticed Shrimpo's eyes widening, slowly turning his head, a choked sound of fear leaving those thin lips as he noticed a train moving towards him. Fast.
Dyle kept watching with amusement and curiosity as shrimpo turned around, tripping and falling again in the process. Gosh, his knees really must hurt. Shrimpo quickly tried getting himself up again, a choked sob leaving his lips in pain. Dyle just leaned closer and closer to the screen as he saw how slow shrimpo was 'running.'
"Besides weak, he's pathetic. Poor thing." Dyle whispered with mock sympathy, but closing his mouth again in an instant as he heard the sounds leaving shrimpo's lips as he tried to run away.
"Dyle! DYLE! help, help me please! wake up!" Shrimpo begged and sobbed, His head turning and he grew more desesperate at realizing how close the train was. Even through the cameras, Dyle could see shrimpo trembling, crying.
...
He pulled the lever again. Just before the train could make impact with the shrimp, Dyle let out a small chuckle at looking how shrimpo fell foward, again. He dusted himself off and stood up, making his way towards the train tracks, It didn't take him much time.
"Shrimpo? what are you doing down there?" Dyle murmured softly, faking a tired tone of voice to make the shrimp think he disrupted his sleep. Dyle stood closer to the edge, holding back a smile as he noticed the shrimp looking up at him
"Dyle? D-Dyle—! i'm so glad you're here." Shrimpo spoke softly but excitedly, still with that hint of fear in his voice as he stepped closer, holding his arms up in a silent plea for Dyle to push him up and off the train tracks. "please get me out of here..." Shrimpo at noticing the doubt in Dyle's eyes, he started pleading even louder
"look, i'm sorry for being so mean and rude and—" His voice was cracking already. "Please, i'll... i swear i'm sorry, just get me out of here, please..."
"And why would i do that, Shrimpo?"
"P-please, i'll do anything..."
...
"Anything?"
"Yes, YES! please just get me out of here..." The pathetic pleading was already doing something to Dyle. Something like a weird flutter on his chest.
Dyle clicked his tounge, looked away for a moment as he faked to consider Shrimpo's words, he only wanted to mess with the shrimp a bit further. After a second that seemed like a lifetime to the shrimp, Dyle shrugged and reached down, grabbing Shrimpo's hand tightly. "Alright, fine. You win. Let me get you out of here first."
"Yes, of course! thank you so much Dyle!" Shrimpo had a small tremble in his voice, a combination of lingering fear and the happiness of thinking he wasn't in danger anymore. When Dyle pulled him onto the concrete, Shrimpo was already smiling and whispering "t-thank you... thank you so much." It was quiet, too quiet. Dyle started thinking of the possibility of the Shrimp's ego coming back now that he wasn't in danger anymore, and Dyle was not going to allow It.
"Get up." He suddenly commanded. "You said you'd do anything, right? now get up." Dyle stepped closer to Shrimpo, arms folded and eyes piercing. When shrimpo looked up at Dyle, he gulped and started to stand up slowly, knees buckling.
"y-yeah, well... i'm already out of there so, you can't force me to do anything." The Shrimp's voice was getting louder, Dyle gritted his teeth. He grabbed the collar of shrimpo's shirt, pushing him towards the edge but not letting him fall "I knew you were going to pull a stupid stunt like that." Dyle muttered, brows furrowing in annoyment. "I got you out of there, didn't i? i could push you back and finish the job if i want to."
Dyle smirked at realizing his words had an effect on Shrimpo. The Shrimp's eyes widened, lower lip trembling slightly as he suddenly wasn't so talkative or proud anymore. Dyle saw the way his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat before he nodded. That's when he pulled the shrimp away from the edge and towards his body
"Good boy." Dyle muttered, pitching up his voice slightly in a mocking praise. "Aww, was that so difficult? Knew you had some brain in there." He continued as he tapped a finger on shrimpo's forehead. Shrimpo's brows furrowed in annoyment and embarassment, and Dyle couldn't help but smirk "Turn around." Dyle commanded like it was the most normal thing ever. Shrimpo's eyes widened before his brows furrowed in surprise and confussion.
"wh- Excuse me??"
"Did i stutter? You said anything to get you out of there." Dyle nodded towards the train tracks to make his point clear. "And now, i want you to turn around, and take your clothes off on the way."
Shrimpo was breathless for a moment before speaking up, louder. "You can't force me to do that!" Before he was interrupted by Dyle "But i can, though." He remarked as he grabbed shrimpo's throat and pushed him towards the edge again. A sharp intake of breath was heard from shrimpo's lips before he started nodding
"F-fine, fine! i'll do it!" He spoke up, that usual voice Dyle hated so much. Poor thing. Dyle let go of Shrimpo's body, crossing his arms as he gestured for Shrimpo to start. By now, the shrimp looked disgusted and terrified. He took a deep breath before reaching down for his black shorts. He unbottoned them slowly, legs trembling with disgust and a small hint of fear. He sniffled back a small sob as he slowly kicked the boxers away and turned around, bending foward by just a small inch. He was obviously embarassed, at least that what's Dyle thought, the shrimp's cock was so, so embarassingly small.
"I meant for you to take off all your clothes." Dyle remarked, stepping closer until his hips were pressed against shrimpo's bare ass, his hands grabbing the red shirt, for a moment intending to pull it off, but deciding to not do so. "Don't worry, though. It is a bit cold right now, isn't It?"
... No answer.
"... How mature." Dyle muttered, grabbing shrimpo's head tail and forcing his head back, getting a choked sob in reply. "You've been nothing but trouble since the day you arrived. You're the reason why non-mains should not get even the slightest feeling of authority."
No answer, again.
"And now, i'm going to show you the concequences of your actions, shrimpo. It's not that hard, i promise." Dyle muttered, one of his arms wrapped tightly around shrimpo's chest, the other one sliding lower and lower, two fingers rubbing over the shrimp's butthole. Shrimpo gasped, hips twitching as his face got filled with fear.
"W-wait, nonononono—" And he was begging, again. "Please Dyle, i'm sorry! i'm so so sorry, i promise i won't cause trouble anymore, i promise i'll leave you alone, i—" Dyle was already growing tired of his voice.
"You know what?" Dyle interrupted him. "Only because of your stupid begging, I'm not going to bother preparing you." With that, he pulled his fingers away from shrimpo's hole, instead using that hand to unbotton his own pants down with sharp tugs and pulls, until his cock was finally out.
It was still soft, of course. Shrimpo was nothing but utterly disgusting to Dyle, but he was going to change that. He rolled his hips up, his cock sliding in between shrimpo's thighs, making him feel what was going to be inside of him. Shrimpo's brows furrowed and Dyle could hear a small, disgusted sound come from his throat.
Dyle tightened his grip around shrimpo, chuckling as he murmured in his ear. "Aww, don't tell me you're scared." he cooed mockingly, chuckling again before continuing. "Maybe it's because you've only seen your own stupid, small dick, huh?" he murmured as he looked over shrimpo's shoulder.
Wait, was he...?
Dyle's laugh was almost too loud as he realized that Shrimpo's small cock was leaking precum.
"Wait, don't tell me you're— pfft, hahahah!" Dyle buried his face behind shrimpo's shoulder as he processed the fact Shrimpo was actually getting hard because of this. "You're disgusting, you know that?" Dyle mumbled, his hips starting to roll and grind, fucking in between shrimpo's thighs. "That's why you've been so quiet, hasn't It?"
"... Please stop." Shrimpo sobbed out, not even trying to stop Dyle anymore, not with the threat he gave him earlier afterall. "I don't... please, i don't want this... i'm scared." Shrimpo begged, his hands covering his mouth.
Dyle only grabbed shrimpo even tighter, clicking his tounge as his hips went faster. "If you beg one more time, i will make sure this hurts." Dyle smirked as the reply to his words was only a choked whine and a nod.
He kept fucking Shrimpo's thighs until his cock was hard and leaking, It didn't take much, not with the way Shrimpo was sobbing so cutely and desesperately. Dyle grabbed shrimpo's hips now, rolling his hips so his cock ended over shrimpo's butt, The shrimp letting out small sobs as he felt the thick length over his intimate area, feeling disgusted at how much It was making his own cock throb.
"Aww, look at you." Dyle cooed, breaking the silence. "You're saying you don't want this while you're leaking all over the place. Make up your mind, silly." Dyle was starting to love to mess with shrimpo.
The reply was a small, embarassment sigh from shrimpo, and Dyle gripped his hips tighter for that. "Don't forget to breathe, Shrimpo." He murmured softly as he slowly started to push his cock inside shrimpo's tight, warm passage.
"A-AAH!" Shrimpo wailed eyes widened and back arching in pain. "W-WAIT! PULL OUT, PULL OUT! I'M NOT READY—!" He was interrupted by Dyle putting his hand over his mouth, Forcing two fingers inside.
"Shh. That's not really my problem, you know? i hope you understand it's not actually my intenttion from you to get any pleasure from this." Dyle murmured, smirking as he felt Shrimpo gagging and slurping around his fingers.
"juust like that..." Dyle muttered in between groans as he slid his cock deeper into shrimpo's body. "I can feel you fluttering, you know? i don't understand why you love lying so much."
"I hhate yyouu..." shrimpo managed to whisper out in between sobs and slurps.
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"Fine."
Dyle muttered. And then he grabbed Shrimpo tighter, pushing his small body against his own so he could grab behind shrimpo's knees, pushing his legs up so Dyle could thrust faster, more deeper, more painful.
-He's so light too...- Dyle thought with amusement before his thought Bubble was popped because of Shrimpo's suddenly loud moans and whimpers.
"A-AACK! P-PUT ME DOWN! THAT HURTS, PLEASE! I DIDN'T MEAN IT— i didn't mean It..!" shrimpo was crying already. he kept repeating the words "I'm sorry" and "I didn't mean It" even with his nose stuffy and Dyle's cock deep inside his ass, rubbing against a spot that made his own cock jump
"Shut up." Dyle muttered against his ear, grinding against shrimpo's ass as he spoke again "Just suck It up. You always do." Dyle could barely speak over the pleasure, shrimpo was so tight. Squeezing and fluttering, Dyle could feel every clench and every rub of his tip against shrimpo's prostate.
Shrimpo was squirming and whining, trying to get out of the embarassing position however he could, but It was useless. Every movement just slid Dyle's cock deeper, making his insides hurt. His legs trembled, already losing sensibility on them for the way he was being held, his eyes watered just enough to make everything blurry. And the worst part, he could feel Dyle throbbing harder inside of him.
"D-Dyle, please... n-not inside, i don't wanna..." He sobbed, words barely audible and understandable. "It's so adorable the way you think you have a choice." Dyle murmured, grinding his hips and rubbing his cock against the spot inside shrimpo that made him clench tighter. "Just let It happen. It's not like you can do anything else, can you?"
He thrusted faster, making Shrimpo sob quietly, whines leaving his throat. Then he was thrusting deeper, making him let out gasps and small moans. And then, he felt It, something hot and sticky in his insides, triggering his own shameful orgasm.
"D-DYLE!! PULL OUT, PULL OUT!" shrimpo begged, but It was too late, he was already cumming from just the feeling of getting filled. He leaned back against the clock's body, whining as his knees trembled.
At noticing the shivers all over shrimpo's body, Dyle chuckled and pulled his hands away, letting the shrimp fall to the floor carelesly. Shrimpo gasped and then let out a pained sound as his body just slammed against the floor. If his whole body was already hurting, now It was way worse.
"Oops, sorry." Dyle murmured while chuckling, clearing his throat before continuing "aww, what's wrong? you look exhausted shrimpo..." Dyle cooed, holding back from laughing. He started to softly pat shrimpo's head, but shrimpo jerked his head away in disgust and anger. Dyle didn't like that.
He grabbed his head tail again, forcing his head back even harder than before, Shrimpo whimpered in pain. "Who said we're done? You're not allowed to rest until i tell you to." Dyle positioned himself in front of Shrimpo, getting on his knees so his cock ended over his face. Shrimpo's eyes widened with disgust and fear
"Awww, you look so cute when you're terrified." He patted shrimpo's head "Just open up. Maybe suck if i tell you to." He then grabbed shrimpo's jaw, forcing his mouth open.
Before Dyle could position his cock over Shrimpo's lips, the shrimp bit down. Dyle gasped in pain and surprise as he felt shrimpo's fangs digging into his finger, and he only got angrier at realizing what the shrimp was intending to bite.
"You stupid—" Dyle groaned, with his free hand he grabbed shrimpo's head tail and gripped and tugged hard enough until the shrimp let go of his finger. "You didn't just do that." Dyle was Angry, but the thing that turned him straight up enraged was the fact that even after everything, Shrimpo was still with that stupid furrow on his brows, that disgust in his eyes.
"You know what? fine." He then grabbed both sides of Shrimpo's head, forcing his cock inside his mouth and down his throat. Shrimpo gagged and tried to bite down, but Dyle was impaling his cock over and over again, making it impossible for Shrimpo to think about anything else that wasn't the fact that he needed to breathe.
"Now, was that so difficult?" Dyle muttered in between thrusts, Shrimpo's answer was a gagging sound that sounded in between a "Fuck you" and a "I hate you." And for some reason, Dyle wouldn't be surprised if shrimpo tried saying the two at the same time. He threw his head back as he kept thrusting, groaning, forcing shrimpo's head down every two or three thrusts to make sure the brat didn't bite down. And he didn't. Instead, It was way worse.
Shrimpo was gagging the whole time, not even getting enough breath for the way Dyle was forcing his head down, and eventually, the worst just had to happen. In a particulary hard thrust, Dyle's cock pressed too hard against shrimpo's uvula, accidentally causing him to vomit.
Dyle didn't even notice until he heard the sound of retching and something too warm coating his cock. He looked down, and in a matter of seconds he was kicking shrimpo off. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Dyle muttered in disgust and anger as he looked at the mess in his lap.
"nnnggah... aahh..." And even so, Shrimpo was still aching and hurt, visibly dizzy and hurting, tears streaking his cheeks as cum still leaked and gushed out of his ass. But he looked scared too, already terrified for Dyle's anger "sorry... 'm so sorry..." he managed to whisper out.
"Sorry..?" Dyle muttered in annoyment. "SORRY?? you're gonna pay for that." he then grabbed shrimpo's head again, forcing his face back down. "Lick It up. Clean the mess you made."
Shrimpo sniffled before opening his mouth, clenching his eyes shut as he cleaned Dyle up. He didn't dare to protest anymore, he knew It was useless and that Dyle was only going to make him suffer more. "Disgusting." Dyle muttered... even as his own cock throbbed at the view of Shrimpo licking and swallowing his own puke. "You're such a pig. I wish you could look at yourself now."
"... Dyle" shrimpo whispered, looking up with glossy eyes. Dyle chuckled and patted his head.
"Aww, what's wrong now?"
...
"Time to wake up."
...?
And then, Dyle opened his eyes.
He was drooling all over his desk, his hand for some reason, still gripping tightly the red lever. The first thing he did was to wipe off the streak of drool clinging to the corner of his mouth, Shifting in his seat before he looked down and realized the massive boner in his pants, alongside with the big wet spot that signaled he came in his underwear more than once.
And then he realized It was just a dream.
...
And then he remembered what happened in the dream
and WHO was starring in It
and the fact that the result was sticky and straining against the zipper of his pants.
... He almost fell off his chair as the realization hit him harder than a Freight Train.
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After a change of pants and underwear, he opened his store, a bit more late than usual, and that was something weird coming from Dyle Timesly. He sat down, but his mind wasn't actually here, It was back at the dream he had, with who he had It, and what was happening in It. He just hoped that today could be a peaceful, quiet day— "DYLE TIMESLY!!!" He heard from afar, the last voice he wanted to hear right now, but with a completely different reason compared to the one he had Yesterday.
"Yes, shrimpo?" He spoke up, slowly turning his head towards the shrimp but finding out he was not able to look at him in the eye. "I CAME BACK TO CLAIM MY FREE ITEM!" shrimpo yelled, standing proudly. "STUPID FISHBOWL PULLED ME AWAY BEFORE YOU COULD GIVE IT TO ME!"
Dyle raised his brow, not meeting his gaze and pretending he was writing notes. "What do you mean? i never promised you a free ítem, shrimpo." Dyle murmured.
-Gosh, i forgot how annoying he actually Is. At least in my dream he was quieter. And hotter.- Dyle thought before he could stop himself.
But after a moment of considering, and noticing that shrimpo was still there, he let out a sigh. Reaching down and pulling out a black sleeveless shirt with some spiked bracelets. "There you go, your free items. Happy now?"
"FINALLY! WAS THAT TOO DIFFICULT??"... those were the last words Dyle wanted to hear right now.
He felt a shiver running down his spine before he ushered shrimpo away with a gesture of his hand. "Yeah, yeah. Now shoo, i'm busy." He muttered, just scribbling random stuff on his notebook as he clenched his thighs to hide the erection that never went away.
When shrimpo finally, FINALLY was gone, Dyle allowed himself to let out a deep, shuddering breath, not exactly sure for how long he was holding It in. But his eyes landed on someone... Astro. Standing on a corner, looking at Dyle with confussion and disgust. Dyle raised his brow, but Astro inmediately looked away.
-Why Is he staring at me like that?-
...
Oh.
Oops.