Chapter Eight

The Culling: Part Two

Vriska Serket / Tavros Nitram

(Rated: M)

She hated it but she had no other options. It was now or never. She raised her fist, then paused.

"Second thoughts?" Karkat asked, folding his arms. She sighed, spinning to face him. "Figured you would."

"Shut up," she hissed. "I'm not having second thoughts. It had to be him." Karkat shrugged, hugging his jacket around his shoulders - the air was chilly and he wished the spidery girl would get on with it. She raised her fist again, hesitating once more before pounding loud, three times on the hive door. The echo seemed to reverberate through the near-empty hive.

There was a noise like gently blowing windchimes as the door opened, the Lusus Tinkerbull waiting just inside.

"Take us to Tavros," Vriska demanded. While her voice was flat and unemotional, Tinkerbull knew the day and the reason - as well as the well-masked desperation. The Lusus wasn't stupid. The bull-fairy flitted through the hive toward Tavros's room.

"Second thoughts yet?" Karkat asked, flashing a row of sharp teeth in a grin.

"No," she replied, avoiding his gaze in case her eyes betrayed her lie. They reached the door to find it ajar, Tavros inside with some set of goggles on, humming to himself.

"Hey, Tav," Karkat barked and the long-horned troll tore the goggles off.

"O-oh! Karkat, Vriska. Um, what are you doing here?" The two exchanged glances.

"Tavros, what day is it?"

"Um, I don't know," he laughed sheepishly. "Why?"

"It's the Culling Day," Vriska snapped, the shy troll cringing. "You know why we're here."

"I- oh! Um, oh. I, uh, I see." Karkat snickered.

"I already did my job," he said, holding up a bucket with a heart on it.

"I- I-" Tavros stammered.

"That's right, big boy," Vriska flashed her sharp teeth. "You get to be the kismesis."

"B-but-" Tavros started.

"Shoosh," Vriska papped, stripping off her jacket and shirt, revealing a dark blue and black spiderweb-print bra over her ashen skin. "Karkat." The young troll gave a nod, slipping out of the room with a tentative Tinkerbull.

"V-Vriska, I-" He turned and met Vriska's lips on his, meshing hotly and hungrily. HE first attempted to psuh away, but she held a desperate vicegrip on his shoulders. Finally he relinquished control and let her hungry kisses take him over. She tugged at his shirt and he awkwardly pulled it up over his long horns, making him shudder. She grinned.

"Is little Tavros feeling sensitive with his horns?" she cooed.

"B- I-" he sputtered. She ran her sharpened nails along his horns and felt as his body twitched and shuddered under her touch. His eyes fluttered up into his head, eyelids closing as she dragged her nails up and down. She clawed off her bra, pressing her bare chest to his body.

Her fingers fidgeted with the button of his pants, quickly tearing them off and rubbing his thighs, eliciting a soft moan. Finally, she slid on hand into his pants, rubbing him slow and teasing.

"Want it?"

"Y-y-yes..."

"Say my name." Her grip tightened.

"V-Vriska!" She grinned in satisfaction and threw him to the floor, straddling him, sharp teeth bared in some semblance of intimidation. She tore off his boxers and wrapped her hand around his length, stroking slowly, thumb flicking over the tip. He groaned and she twisted her body as she clawed off her pants, clad only in a pair of blue-black spiderweb panties, her face flushed a light shade of blue from exertion.

"Vriska..." Tavros breathed again. She turned, sliding her hands over his body - lanky and lean in contrast to Karkat's - and slowly wrapped her lips around his length, his view of her obscured by her body, still straddling him. His body began to shake and he squeaked as she gripped him hard.

"Not yet," she growled, lips still wrapped around the tip. "She stood, yanking off her panties and grinding him, nails raking down his chest, small lines of orange-brown blood pooling where she clawed. "You want it?" she asked, tossing her glasses to the side and shaking out her hair.

"Y-yes..."

"Yes what?" She clawed harder.

"Yes I want it!" He whimpered. She grinned.

"Use my roleplaying name." He hesitated for a moment before her claws dug into his neck.

"P-p-please Marquise! I want it!" She snickered, then lowered herself onto him, gasping and digging her nails into his shoulders.

"Holy mother fuck!" She gasped, grinning. "Holy hell, Tavros!" He blushed a dark rustic orange as she laughed, bouncing up and down. "I didn't - unnh! - know you were - ooh... - this good!" She ran her bloody nails through her hair, groaning and panting. his hands rested on her hips as she continued, mouth open, tongue out.

"Hhahhh... Hnnaaaahh..." She began rubbing her horns, sending jolts of pleasure through her body, jerking this way and that. "Fu-uu-uu-uu-uuck!" She gripped his shoulders, swearing and grinding harder. Tavros's breath began to hitch and began a sort of panting wheeze and she grinned, sliding her hands along her horns. "Yes, yes! Fill me!" She gripped his horns and he gasped, arching. She rode him harder and felt his body begin to shiver under hers and her own body thrummed in response. "F-fuck! Do it! NOW!"

He cried out, a whimpering groan, as he filled her to the brim. She shrieked, jerking violently in orgasm as she tried to continue riding him, her body too unruly to respond.

"D-damnit!" she swore, collapsing to his bloody chest. He panted, resting a hand in her hair. "Holy shit."

"Y-y-yeah..." he stuttered. She got up and stretched, retrieving a spade-marked bucket and retreating to the bathroom, slamming the door. Karkat came into Tavros's room, smoking a cigarette, forcing Tavros to yank the nearest article of clothing - his Boy Skylark outfit - around his half naked body.

"Nice," Karkat grinned and Tavros blushed. "Sure did a number on you."

"H-huh?" He looked down at his bloody, clawed body. "O-oh, yeah."

"Guess that's what happens with kismises." He shrugged.

"She didn't claw you up?" Tavros asked.

"On the contrary," Karkat grinned, holding up his hands, yellow nails caked with blue blood. Vriska emerged from the bathroom with a full bucket and a drained look.

"Need sleep," she demanded, pushing past him and settling into his recuperacoon. Tavros pulled on his boxers as she knocked his outfit from his hands.

"Looks good," Karkat said, nodding. "Two full buckets. Get to live another few sweeps."

"Yeah," Tavros laughed nervously. Karkat slugged him lightly.

"Grab your bucket, we need to have them ready. She needs her sleep." Tavros saw Vriska already snoozing and nodded, grabbing the pail and following Karkat from the room.

Now go back and read Karkat's voice in ambitiousBard's rendition and the Tavros as MasterYorgi's rendition. The story is no longer hot, but in fact, hilarious.

~_u Hope you enjoyed it!