Chapter Seven

The Culling; Part One

Karkat Vantas / Vriska Serket

Rated: M

All you lucky ducks; I found a little story I'd been writing a while ago, a real smutty thing involving Vriska with two chapters that work real well as a two-part story. ::::D So here it is!

It was a day she'd dreaded for quite a while. The Culling. Every two sweeps, female trolls were to find a matesprit and kismesis, providing genetic material for further breeding. Any female who didn't find one of both would be "culled" - cut out of the gene pool, permanently. Any male who didn't fit with two females received the same treatment.

The Culling had arrived and, while she'd talked with her friends, everyone else had found someone. Terezi had Sollux and Karkat, Nepeta had Equius and Gamzee, Kanaya had Gamzee and Sollux, and Feferi, being a sea-dweller and thus granted special privileges, though not totally exempt from the Culling, had Eridan. Unfortunately, that left her in a bind.

One of the only ones not taken - Tavros - would be culled if he didn't provide something. Meaning she was responsible for keeping him alive - though she seriously considered letting the poor fop die.

She sighed, getting on Trollian to clear her mind. Terezi had messaged her. She opened it.

"HOLY SH11111111T, VR1SK4. K4RK4T 4ND SOLLUX JUST H3LP3D M3 F1LL SOM3 BUCK3TS 4ND HO-LY SH1T, H3H3H3H3." She angrily shutt he message off, fuming. She scanned through her online contacts. "carcinoGeneticist" was online.

"You. 8t my house. NOW," she typed before singing off Trollian. Did she just do that? Did she expect HIM to do it? She overreacted and probably didn't even see it. She logged back on. She'd just say she was kidding and- She paused.

"WHY?"

"HELLO? YOU ONLINE?"

"FINE, I'M ON MY FUCKING WAY."

Oh no. Oh no. She shut off her grubtop, beginning to hyperventilate. She'd never- well, she hadn't-

What should she wear? Fuck, she was acting so stupid! Focus. What would Marquise do?

She paused. Her diary had said nothing about mating. She had an obvious kismessitude in Dualscar but nothing about the actual MATING. She ran to her closet. Something alluring? Not too slutty. Modest? Don't want to seem prude.

"Fuck!" she groaned, slamming her fist through the closet door. Suddenly, there was a screech and she froze. Her Lusus called out when someone was at the door. She swore, stomping down her long flight of stairs. If she was angry, she wouldn't be embarrassed. All she had to do -

She opened the door and he stood there, moving from leaning against the wall to standing before her and observing her.

"You alright? Something wrong?"

"N-no. I just-" He arched an eyebrow. "Just - a lot of... irons... in the fire... and I figured I could... use some help." He frowned.

"The Culling," he prompted. She flushed blue and nodded. "Are you... you know?"

"What?" He scratched his neck awkwardly.

"Broken in?" Her face flushed a deep shade of sapphire.

"Of course I am! What the hell do you take me for, some kind of prude?"

"Hm." He examined her and she shifted awkwardly. "Stop." He grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her, her eyes wide and making soft "mmf" noises. SHe psuhed back against him. "Karkat! What the hell!" He smiled.

"You're not broken in. I can tell."

"Well- bu- I-" He kissed her again. She considered resisting, but paused, then returned the kiss as he pushed her inside, kicking the door shut. She rested her hands against his chest as he kissed her harder, findign her lips, meshing harder and more passionately, igniting small fires along her body.

"F-fuck," she panted when they broke the kiss. She found Karkat panting heavily. "You okay?"

"Fuckin'... Fuckin' Terezi wore me out." Vriska scowled, grabbing his shirt and biting his lip, causing him to gasp and cry out.

"I'll wear you out like no blind bitch ever could." HE grabbed her and pusehd her up against teh stairs. She gasped as he tore off her pants and he ran his fingers along her horns. "Ohh, fuck..." He slid her panties down, his tongue softly moving up her gray legs, making her squirm. "K-Karkat..." He grinned, sinking his teeth into her thighs and making her cry out, tangling her fingers in his hair as his tongue moved up further.

"Beg," he commanded. It wasn't fair. SHE was in charge. SHE was the dominant one. SHE-

"P-please," she breathed, voice betraying her thoughts. Satisfied, his tongue moved up, sliding along her, drinking in her juices and making her squeal. "Aa-aah! Karkat!"

"Mmmf..." His tongue slid in and out of her, her legs shaking and tightening around his head. He moaned, reaching as deep as he could and she yelled loudly.

"AAH, FUCK!" She tossed her head back, panting loudly. "More, more, MORE!" He grinned, licking faster and harder. "NNAH!"

"Don't move," Karkat said as he pulled off.

"No, no, more, please," she begged, slave to her hormones. He darted off and she whimpered, dipping her fingers into herself and moaning as she serviced herself. Even the two fingers she used was as a lot for her. She wondered if he was as big or long as two fingers? She'd never SEEN one. Her eyes snapped open as the metal clanged next to her face. She opened her eyes to see a bucket with a heart on it - marked for matesprits. She blushed and turned to see him, shirt off, revealing a pudgy - but not fat - chest and stomach as he worked his belt off.

"You ready?" he grunted.

"Y-yes..." she whispered. he peeked up at her.

"You afraid?"

"No! Shut up, Karkat." He grinned and nodded, clawing his pants and boxers down. Definitely bigger - and longer - than two fingers. She gulped and leaned her head back as he descended onto her, kissing her neck.

"Brace yourself," he whispered. She clenched her fists as he slowly pushed into her. First it was a sweet stretching, then, suddenly, it was as if her world was being torn apart. It took her a few moments before she realized she was screaming, Karkat clamping his hand over her mouth to silence her. She bit hard, red blood dripping down his hand and into her mouth as she whimpered loud. She panted when he released her and she clawed her body in pain.

"Fuck! Uunh! It hurts!"

"Shh, shh," Karkat papped, stroking her hair. She panted, looking up into his eyes. "It's okay." She nodded, wiping away a stray tear from the pain. "I'll go slow." He went slower, each thrust receiving a pained moan that slowly meshed into a sweet, pleasured grunt as her body accomodated him.

"Mmm... it feels better," she groaned.

"Faster?" She nodded and he complied, going faster as she cried out, his nails raking down her chest as he pumped and she shrieked. "Vriska, I'm close..."

"Yes, yes, do it!" He grunted and pumped harder, crying out as he filled her. She screamed, vision tinted blue, then white then sparking as she saw stars before it faded back to normal.

"H... holy fuck..." She leaned back, head hitting the stairs as he leaned aginst her.

"You have... to fill it now," he instructed.

"Hum? Fill it?" He nodded. "O-oh! Um, don't look." He turned away, striking up a cigarette and taking a long drag.

"Want some?" he asked, holding the cigarette over his shoulder. She took it, breathing in deep and blowing a ring of smoke before handing it back.

"I'm done." He turned, her lace panties covering the gray skin as she snapped her bra into place. He nodded and tapped the bucket.

"Going to make some damn fine grubs," he chuckled.

"Real annoying," she smiled.

"And total bitches," he taunted. She scowled and tugged on her pants. "So who's the kismesis? Eridan? Equius?" She paused.

"Well... it's, um..."

"Who?"

"...Tavros..."

"TAVROS?" Karkat laughed and she grimaced.

"I know, shut up."

"That's so FUNNY! Oh fuck!" He wiped tears of laughter away and sighed. "Oh boy. Alright, alright. When?"

"Sometime later today."

"Cutting it close, aren't you?" She frowned. "It's alright, you have a few hours." She nodded. "Go get some sleep, you look exhausted."

"But..."

"What?"

"...I can't move." He chuckled, lifting her and carrying her up into her room, laying her in her recuperacoon.

"Sleep tight," he smiled as it closed.