Mochimerica Gets Hungry (4b/?)
anonymous
January 12 2010, 14:57:17 UTC
The following day felt even more lazy than the last. England had spent the previous evening reading by the fire with Mochimerica by his side. He was becoming quite fond of the blob, even if its gaze occasionally sent shivers down his spine. On this day, after having his lunch and feeding the mochi some bread, he was splayed on the couch watching afternoon game shows. Normally he would never willingly engage in such an activity in the company of others, but here with the mochi resting calmly on his chest he just felt too peaceful to give a damn. He felt warm and sleepy and slowly drifted off to the sound of Noel Edmonds’ voice.
England awoke with a start. He’d been napping for a couple of hours and it was getting dark outside. He wiped the unpleasant drool and debris from his face and lurched forward in horror when he realized that the mochi was no longer on the couch. England ran around the room turning over pillows and looking under tables until he finally heard a quiet noise. He followed it, and saw that the mochi was resting neatly in its kennel. Before he could be grateful that the mochi hadn’t gone missing, the creature looked up at him and shook violently. It only lasted for a moment, but it was enough to make England yelp. After regaining his balance, he waited to see if it would happen again. The mochi stayed perfectly still, but England was distressed.
He went to the phone and dialed Kiku’s number, hoping that this new behavior was normal. When Kiku didn’t answer, he took it to mean that the nation was occupied with something very important. Japan always answered his phone promptly unless he was dealing with official business. Ah well, there was probably no reason to worry. If the blob was prone to illness then Alfred surely would have told him. England decided that unless there were any other signs of danger, he would wait and call Japan again the next day. No use in bothering a busy man. ”If only Alfred thought like that, I’d be able to get so much more done.”
The mochi was silent in its kennel for the rest of the night. England thought about taking it out and letting it cuddle with him again, but he didn’t want to disturb it, in case the mochi really was ill.
England was substantially less worried when he turned out the lights with a silent mochi in the corner of the room. As his eyelids became heavier, he thought that he heard another noise. This time it sounded like a faint ‘pop’, but when he looked over at the kennel the mochi was staring back the way it always did. He let go and allowed himself to slip into darkness.
Re: Mochimerica Gets Hungry (5/?)
anonymous
January 12 2010, 14:59:36 UTC
“HOLY CRAP!” America yelled, snapping to an upright position in his seat. He was in the middle of yet another meeting, surrounded by a slew of very important men and women discussing the economy, or something like that. America had been daydreaming, slouching in his seat, when he’d remembered something very important. He hadn’t told Iggy what to feed Mochimerica! If the mochi didn’t get fed properly…….oh shit. The people sitting around the table all turned to look at him after the loud exclamation, but he brushed it off and they resumed the discussion. It wasn’t the first time he’d interrupted a meeting with random noises or shouting or snoring.
As soon as the meeting was over, America hid around the corner from his boss’ office and waited for him to arrive. Once his boss was inside, he straightened his tie, knocked on the door and entered.
“I have a very important favor to ask,” America said before he’d even sat down. His boss sighed.
“I told you, Alfred, no personal calls. Look, you’re already doing much better this time around. You haven’t fallen asleep during any of the meetings. Today.”
“But…I….i-it’s extremely important. An urgent matter, sir.” America sat as upright as he could and put on his serious face.
His boss eyed him dubiously. “Is it life or death?”
Alfred hesitated. “It might be, for me,” he thought.
He’d waited too long though, and his strangely perceptive boss knew that any words out of his mouth now would be a bluff. “It can wait, Alfred. Our progress this week could determine our success over the next decade, and I know you can buckle down and contribute if you put your mind to it.” The man leaned forward and clapped Alfred on the shoulder. “I believe in you,” he said forcefully.
America was filled with pride, even as the pit of his stomach sank. There was no way he would be able to get to Arthur at this point.
But Arthur was smart. He’d figure it out in time. He’d probably called Japan by now or looked it up in a book or something. Of course, there was nothing to worry about. Nothing at all.
Mochimerica Gets Hungry (6/?)
anonymous
January 15 2010, 18:10:40 UTC
A few minutes after England had fallen asleep, there was another ‘pop’, followed by another, followed by several more. England did not stir, even when the pressure against the wire door caused it to swing open wildly.
It started with a pleasant feeling. A very, very pleasant feeling, like someone was touching him down…there… England blinked a couple of times and was slowly brought back to full consciousness. He immediately let out a loud moan. Something was off.
He threw the sheets back, and found something that he did not expect to see. There were mochi blobs all over his bed. They were slightly smaller than the original Mochimerica, but they were all identical. And one of them was currently pushing against his balls through the fabric of his pants. Another moan escaped his lips and before he could do anything about it, several more mochi bounced onto his bare chest. Goddamnit, why had he chosen tonight of all nights to go without a shirt?
His heart started to pound faster as he tried to ply some of the mochi from his body and his bed, but there were too many of them, and they were stuck fast to his skin. When one of the mochi found its way to his nipple, he had to bite his lip to keep from shouting out. The warmth and moisture of the tiny mouth closed around his sensitive nub and suckled at it with surprising power. England felt his cock twitch and suddenly hoped with all his might that this was just a horrific, embarrassing mistake, and that the mochi were only exploring and not making a coordinated attempt to violate him. A second mochi went straight for his other nipple, and he gasped at both the sensation and the realization that this was not a mistake.
He made another attempt to remove the mochi from his body, but several of them were stuck to his arms and sides, making it almost impossible to maneuver. In the process of twisting his body, the top of his erection had breached the elastic brim of his pants. When one of the mochi saw this, it hopped onto his waist and started to nudge at the fabric, moving it slowly.
“W-what are you doing?! S-stop it this instant!” he exclaimed in vain, now panting heavily.
Another mochi joined in the nudging, until England’s fully-erect cock sprung out from the confines of the fabric and he had to stifle another gasp at the cold air on his most sensitive flesh. Many of the mochi turned to stare at his erect member, while his nipples were still being stimulated simultaneously, and he felt his face getting hotter and hotter. He made one more desperate attempt to free himself from his tiny captors but every time he moved, several more mochi jumped onto him, gently nipping and rubbing around his neck and chest. His body felt like it was on fire from all the delicious yet unwanted physical contact.
Mochimerica Gets Hungry (7/?)
anonymous
January 15 2010, 18:15:04 UTC
The largest, original Mochimerica had been watching from the foot of the bed. Just when England thought that it couldn’t get any worse, the large mochi started to move toward his leg. It brushed against whatever skin it could find before it bounced onto his hip, causing the hairs on England’s limbs to stand on end. Once on top of the nation, it gave no hesitation in rubbing against his erection, purring excitedly as it did. The contact made England’s eyes roll back, and it took all his concentration to keep from thrusting upward. Even if he couldn’t escape from these damn monsters, he certainly wasn’t going to make this easier for them.
The larger mochi nipped at his length, leaving small traces of warmth that made England’s breathing turn ragged. After a bit of teasing, the desire to be touched almost matched the burning humiliation in his stomach. Finally, the mochi positioned itself in front of England’s cock and pressed forward. Arthur let out a strangled moan as the sensitive head was completely engulfed by the creature. Moving at a painfully slow pace, the mochi eventually took in the rest of England’s length. Its tiny mouth stretched to accommodate the girth, and its body seemed to be just big enough to service the nation. The sensation of being inside the mochi was torturously blissful, like his aching cock was now sheathed by something tight, warm, wet and unnaturally gooey.
He groaned in pleasure and utter defeat. This was probably the most degrading, humiliating moment of his life. It felt like his entire being was flushed and trembling, and he cursed his body for being so pitifully responsive to the ministrations of a gang of blobs. The mochi around his cock started to move back and forth, and before he could prepare himself, the creature was sucking and massaging him. The strength of the mochi was alarming, and England knew that he wasn’t going to last very long. He wanted to struggle, to put up more of a fight, but it just felt too damn good. At this point he wouldn’t be able to use his legs if he tried, regardless of the mochi adhered to his skin.
England arched his back involuntarily. The mochi on his chest were still delicately teasing his nipples, and with the large mochi working his cock he felt the pressure build steadily inside him. With one final cry his body tensed and he released inside the mochi’s mouth. The creature refused to budge until it had received every last drop, as England’s convulsions of ecstasy slowly subsided.
England’s back hit the sheets with a thud, and he could vaguely feel the mochi sliding off of his sweat-slicked body, though his senses were momentarily dulled in the wake of his intense orgasm. With his head turned to the side, he could hear another sound, like a soft thrumming. When his breathing had slowed, he looked down and saw that the mochi were melding together again, until finally the large Mochimerica was back to its original size. It sat near his feet, looking up at him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn that its tiny mouth was curved in a twisted smile. He wanted to curse at it and kick it and throw it across the room, but he hadn’t regained full use of his limbs yet.
When he could move his legs again, England pulled up his pants, grasped the mochi firmly and put it in the kennel, and then placed it in the closet and shut the door. He knew that this action wouldn’t actually protect him, but what else was there to do? If the mochi was capable of duplicating exponentially, it would eventually break out of its confinements when it wanted to.
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England awoke to the sound of his mobile vibrating on the bedside table. It had taken him several hours of tossing and turning, and a shame-filled reflection of his life up until that point, before he’d been able to fall into an unsatisfying sleep. He lifted the phone to his ear and answered groggily. A familiar voice greeted him.
“Oh, hello Kiku,” England replied through gritted teeth.
Mochimerica Gets Hungry (8/12)
anonymous
January 19 2010, 11:42:17 UTC
He’d spent some time thinking about who to blame for his humiliating experience. All signs seemed to indicate that Alfred had done this on purpose. Of course America would leave a living sex toy in his own likeness. And then there was Kiku: the one who had created the damned thing. What kinds of disgusting, perverted minds did he associate with? And the fact that his boyfriend must have been doing things with the creature all this time…
He and America were going to be having a very long talk at the end of the week, and it might just be their last.
“I’m sorry, what?” England asked, having missed Japan’s question due to the blinding rage filling his mind and the concentration it took not to scream obscenities at his so-called friend.
“I was simply wondering what you wanted to speak to me about,” Japan said softly, hearing the tone of England’s voice. “In your message you said that you were concerned about something, but you did not specify.”
England froze as a little paranoid voice in the back of his mind finally spoke up. If he mentioned his involvement in caring for the mochi to anyone, and they had the proper information, then they would know what he had done. They would figure out that he had let that thing….no. Oh no. That could not happen. If anyone else found out - if FRANCE found out - he would never be able to show his face in public again. He would sit in his house alone and rot until there was nothing left for him to do but crawl into a hole and die. He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let anyone know the truth.
“Oh, erm, it was nothing. I just had a question about the next world meeting, but I found the information, so I won’t be needing your help.”
“Are you sure, England-san? You sound a little-“
“YES! I mean, yes, it’s quite alright. Thankyougoodbye.” Before Kiku could reply he ended the call and dropped the mobile on his bed. Of course it wasn’t the most polite thing to do, but he did not feel that he owed Japan any level of courtesy at the moment. He scowled and tried to sleep some more, but his efforts were in vain.
Opening the door of his closet to gather his clothes, he came face to face with his assailant. The mochi stared up at him as innocent as ever, and he was about to slam the door shut when the small creature emitted a whimper. England tensed and then sighed. He still felt angry and disgusted and utterly violated, but a little piece of rationality shone through. It wasn’t the mochi’s fault that it had been created to do such things (and given the purposeful actions of the mochi during the previous night, he was sure that it must be instinctual). He decided to allow a little bit of compassion, and took the kennel out of the closet. England certainly wasn’t going to let it roam free, but there was no need to leave it in darkness all day.
England awoke with a start. He’d been napping for a couple of hours and it was getting dark outside. He wiped the unpleasant drool and debris from his face and lurched forward in horror when he realized that the mochi was no longer on the couch. England ran around the room turning over pillows and looking under tables until he finally heard a quiet noise. He followed it, and saw that the mochi was resting neatly in its kennel. Before he could be grateful that the mochi hadn’t gone missing, the creature looked up at him and shook violently. It only lasted for a moment, but it was enough to make England yelp. After regaining his balance, he waited to see if it would happen again. The mochi stayed perfectly still, but England was distressed.
He went to the phone and dialed Kiku’s number, hoping that this new behavior was normal. When Kiku didn’t answer, he took it to mean that the nation was occupied with something very important. Japan always answered his phone promptly unless he was dealing with official business. Ah well, there was probably no reason to worry. If the blob was prone to illness then Alfred surely would have told him. England decided that unless there were any other signs of danger, he would wait and call Japan again the next day. No use in bothering a busy man. ”If only Alfred thought like that, I’d be able to get so much more done.”
The mochi was silent in its kennel for the rest of the night. England thought about taking it out and letting it cuddle with him again, but he didn’t want to disturb it, in case the mochi really was ill.
England was substantially less worried when he turned out the lights with a silent mochi in the corner of the room. As his eyelids became heavier, he thought that he heard another noise. This time it sounded like a faint ‘pop’, but when he looked over at the kennel the mochi was staring back the way it always did. He let go and allowed himself to slip into darkness.
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As soon as the meeting was over, America hid around the corner from his boss’ office and waited for him to arrive. Once his boss was inside, he straightened his tie, knocked on the door and entered.
“I have a very important favor to ask,” America said before he’d even sat down. His boss sighed.
“I told you, Alfred, no personal calls. Look, you’re already doing much better this time around. You haven’t fallen asleep during any of the meetings. Today.”
“But…I….i-it’s extremely important. An urgent matter, sir.” America sat as upright as he could and put on his serious face.
His boss eyed him dubiously. “Is it life or death?”
Alfred hesitated. “It might be, for me,” he thought.
He’d waited too long though, and his strangely perceptive boss knew that any words out of his mouth now would be a bluff. “It can wait, Alfred. Our progress this week could determine our success over the next decade, and I know you can buckle down and contribute if you put your mind to it.” The man leaned forward and clapped Alfred on the shoulder. “I believe in you,” he said forcefully.
America was filled with pride, even as the pit of his stomach sank. There was no way he would be able to get to Arthur at this point.
But Arthur was smart. He’d figure it out in time. He’d probably called Japan by now or looked it up in a book or something. Of course, there was nothing to worry about.
Nothing at all.
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I have a feeling what's about to happen has happened before.
Poor Iggy, you have NO idea...
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Anyway, I like where this is going~~ *Waiting for more* :3
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It started with a pleasant feeling. A very, very pleasant feeling, like someone was touching him down…there…
England blinked a couple of times and was slowly brought back to full consciousness. He immediately let out a loud moan. Something was off.
He threw the sheets back, and found something that he did not expect to see. There were mochi blobs all over his bed. They were slightly smaller than the original Mochimerica, but they were all identical. And one of them was currently pushing against his balls through the fabric of his pants. Another moan escaped his lips and before he could do anything about it, several more mochi bounced onto his bare chest. Goddamnit, why had he chosen tonight of all nights to go without a shirt?
His heart started to pound faster as he tried to ply some of the mochi from his body and his bed, but there were too many of them, and they were stuck fast to his skin. When one of the mochi found its way to his nipple, he had to bite his lip to keep from shouting out. The warmth and moisture of the tiny mouth closed around his sensitive nub and suckled at it with surprising power. England felt his cock twitch and suddenly hoped with all his might that this was just a horrific, embarrassing mistake, and that the mochi were only exploring and not making a coordinated attempt to violate him. A second mochi went straight for his other nipple, and he gasped at both the sensation and the realization that this was not a mistake.
He made another attempt to remove the mochi from his body, but several of them were stuck to his arms and sides, making it almost impossible to maneuver. In the process of twisting his body, the top of his erection had breached the elastic brim of his pants. When one of the mochi saw this, it hopped onto his waist and started to nudge at the fabric, moving it slowly.
“W-what are you doing?! S-stop it this instant!” he exclaimed in vain, now panting heavily.
Another mochi joined in the nudging, until England’s fully-erect cock sprung out from the confines of the fabric and he had to stifle another gasp at the cold air on his most sensitive flesh. Many of the mochi turned to stare at his erect member, while his nipples were still being stimulated simultaneously, and he felt his face getting hotter and hotter. He made one more desperate attempt to free himself from his tiny captors but every time he moved, several more mochi jumped onto him, gently nipping and rubbing around his neck and chest. His body felt like it was on fire from all the delicious yet unwanted physical contact.
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The larger mochi nipped at his length, leaving small traces of warmth that made England’s breathing turn ragged. After a bit of teasing, the desire to be touched almost matched the burning humiliation in his stomach. Finally, the mochi positioned itself in front of England’s cock and pressed forward. Arthur let out a strangled moan as the sensitive head was completely engulfed by the creature. Moving at a painfully slow pace, the mochi eventually took in the rest of England’s length. Its tiny mouth stretched to accommodate the girth, and its body seemed to be just big enough to service the nation. The sensation of being inside the mochi was torturously blissful, like his aching cock was now sheathed by something tight, warm, wet and unnaturally gooey.
He groaned in pleasure and utter defeat. This was probably the most degrading, humiliating moment of his life. It felt like his entire being was flushed and trembling, and he cursed his body for being so pitifully responsive to the ministrations of a gang of blobs. The mochi around his cock started to move back and forth, and before he could prepare himself, the creature was sucking and massaging him. The strength of the mochi was alarming, and England knew that he wasn’t going to last very long. He wanted to struggle, to put up more of a fight, but it just felt too damn good. At this point he wouldn’t be able to use his legs if he tried, regardless of the mochi adhered to his skin.
England arched his back involuntarily. The mochi on his chest were still delicately teasing his nipples, and with the large mochi working his cock he felt the pressure build steadily inside him. With one final cry his body tensed and he released inside the mochi’s mouth. The creature refused to budge until it had received every last drop, as England’s convulsions of ecstasy slowly subsided.
England’s back hit the sheets with a thud, and he could vaguely feel the mochi sliding off of his sweat-slicked body, though his senses were momentarily dulled in the wake of his intense orgasm. With his head turned to the side, he could hear another sound, like a soft thrumming. When his breathing had slowed, he looked down and saw that the mochi were melding together again, until finally the large Mochimerica was back to its original size. It sat near his feet, looking up at him. If he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn that its tiny mouth was curved in a twisted smile. He wanted to curse at it and kick it and throw it across the room, but he hadn’t regained full use of his limbs yet.
When he could move his legs again, England pulled up his pants, grasped the mochi firmly and put it in the kennel, and then placed it in the closet and shut the door. He knew that this action wouldn’t actually protect him, but what else was there to do? If the mochi was capable of duplicating exponentially, it would eventually break out of its confinements when it wanted to.
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England awoke to the sound of his mobile vibrating on the bedside table. It had taken him several hours of tossing and turning, and a shame-filled reflection of his life up until that point, before he’d been able to fall into an unsatisfying sleep. He lifted the phone to his ear and answered groggily. A familiar voice greeted him.
“Oh, hello Kiku,” England replied through gritted teeth.
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Ohh England <3 That was hot :3
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He and America were going to be having a very long talk at the end of the week, and it might just be their last.
“I’m sorry, what?” England asked, having missed Japan’s question due to the blinding rage filling his mind and the concentration it took not to scream obscenities at his so-called friend.
“I was simply wondering what you wanted to speak to me about,” Japan said softly, hearing the tone of England’s voice. “In your message you said that you were concerned about something, but you did not specify.”
England froze as a little paranoid voice in the back of his mind finally spoke up. If he mentioned his involvement in caring for the mochi to anyone, and they had the proper information, then they would know what he had done. They would figure out that he had let that thing….no. Oh no. That could not happen. If anyone else found out - if FRANCE found out - he would never be able to show his face in public again. He would sit in his house alone and rot until there was nothing left for him to do but crawl into a hole and die. He couldn’t let that happen. He couldn’t let anyone know the truth.
“Oh, erm, it was nothing. I just had a question about the next world meeting, but I found the information, so I won’t be needing your help.”
“Are you sure, England-san? You sound a little-“
“YES! I mean, yes, it’s quite alright. Thankyougoodbye.” Before Kiku could reply he ended the call and dropped the mobile on his bed. Of course it wasn’t the most polite thing to do, but he did not feel that he owed Japan any level of courtesy at the moment. He scowled and tried to sleep some more, but his efforts were in vain.
Opening the door of his closet to gather his clothes, he came face to face with his assailant. The mochi stared up at him as innocent as ever, and he was about to slam the door shut when the small creature emitted a whimper. England tensed and then sighed. He still felt angry and disgusted and utterly violated, but a little piece of rationality shone through. It wasn’t the mochi’s fault that it had been created to do such things (and given the purposeful actions of the mochi during the previous night, he was sure that it must be instinctual). He decided to allow a little bit of compassion, and took the kennel out of the closet. England certainly wasn’t going to let it roam free, but there was no need to leave it in darkness all day.
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