Mochimerica Gets Hungry (10/12)
anonymous
January 19 2010, 11:46:13 UTC
After a few tense minutes of waiting, England opened one eye and squinted. The mochi was still there, watching with that same stupid expression.
England sighed. “Just get it over with, would you?” he said in desperation. The mochi didn’t respond in any way. England thought about it for a moment, and with a bright red blush staining his cheeks, he reached down and tugged on his pants, just enough to expose himself. He was sickened by the fact that he’d just made it easier for the wretched creature to molest him. He almost started questioning his own motives when the mochi sprang into action, moving along his leg and brushing against his skin with its soft body. England gasped and shut his eyes tight again. Surprisingly, the next thing he felt was Mochimerica nudging his face.
It was trying to cuddle with him. He waited for a few more moments with baited breath, but the mochi continued to nuzzle his neck sweetly. He let out a small sigh of relief. Maybe, just maybe, the mochi wasn’t after anything indecent tonight. Perhaps it just wanted companionship.
As Mochimerica sat against his neck peacefully, England was prepared to put it back in the kennel. He moved slightly, and the mochi started to nip at his neck. He chuckled at the tickling sensation, but the continued stimulation led to a short moan. In response, the mochi moved more swiftly, nibbling and leaving little marks before moving onto his chest.
Shit.
The mochi nudged his nipple and, seemingly encouraged by the husky groan from England’s lips, it sucked the small nub and purring happily. The sound from the mochi caused very pleasant vibrations and England’s cock started to rise to life.
“N-not again,” he said with a whimper. The mochi continued for a while and then stopped. It looked up at him and, with a wild spasm, it became two. England cringed, waiting for an army of mochi to overwhelm him again. However, the two mochi remained individuals and focused on England’s chest, doing things in coordination that felt sinfully good.
Somehow, the lack of overriding force on the part of the mochi made England feel like he was practically a willing participant in this wretched debauchery. He swallowed thickly at the notion, and made a loud sound of protest, more for his own peace of mind than anything else. Unfortunately, the noise only made the mochi tease him more energetically. When he was sufficiently aroused, one of the mochi moved across his stomach and stopped at his erection, staring at it with what could almost be described as reverence. England knew that there was little reason to feel more embarrassed at this point, but he couldn’t prevent the color rising in his cheeks.
The mochi playfully nipped at the base of his cock with whisper-soft touches that drove England mad. After a few moments of torture, the mochi started to slide its mouth around his cock without warning. He bit back a few louder moans before concluding that there was no point holding it in, and let loose a chorus of wanton cries laced with various obscenities.
Soon enough, the pressure was building. It was hot and obscene and so delicious that there was barely any room for England to feel disgusted with himself. With a final grunt, England came hard inside the mochi. This time, when the first mochi finally released his cock, the second approached swiftly and sucked gently on the head, making sure that all of the precious fluids were consumed. This earned another small moan from the overwhelmed nation.
Not yet ready to deal with his thoughts, England closed his eyes and focused on his own steadily slowing heartbeat. He heard a familiar sound and knew that the mochi had merged. Covered in sweat, England glared at the single mochi with as much disdain as he could muster for a blob. It simply stared back at him with a smile and a squeak.
Mochimerica Gets Hungry (11/12)
anonymous
January 19 2010, 11:48:33 UTC
The next few days passed with a great deal of torment. England continued to appease the mochi, telling himself that it wouldn’t be long before his (soon to be late) boyfriend returned, and that the nightmare would soon be over. However, the situation was becoming even more disconcerting. If Arthur didn’t know any better, he would have sworn that the blob was learning. It would explore his body, and each time it seemed to be getting more efficient at arousing the nation. In fact, it was behaving an awful lot like its master. What’s worse, it was threatening to duplicate more and more often, as though it was playing on Arthur’s paranoia. It wasn’t enough that the mochi was sucking England dry every night - by the last day, England was forced to offer himself to Mochimerica multiple times.
England himself was conflicted. There was no way that he was actually enjoying it. Absolutely not.
And yet, when he saw the mochi on that last morning and felt his cock twitch involuntarily, he knew that he was going to a very special level of hell.
England was sitting on his couch, glancing obsessively at the kennel to his right when he heard the knock on the door. He felt relieved and angry at the same time, and opened the door with more force than necessary. America was standing with his arms open, obviously hoping for a hug. His cheeks were bright red from the chilly wind, and England would have mused on how attractive Alfred looked at the moment, if he hadn’t been filled with seething rage. He went back into the house, ignoring Alfred’s eager plea for affection.
America followed, undeterred by the cold reception. “Ohhh my god, it was sooo boring,” he said dramatically, launching into a recap of his work week, and only stopping when he saw the look on England’s face. “Iggy? What’s up with you?”
England was positively shaking with anger. How dare Alfred pretend like nothing had happened. How dare he gloss over England’s humiliation.
“You know very well ‘what’s up’”, England replied, emphasizing every word.
America just stared back blankly.
“That thing.” England pointed towards the kennel without looking at it. “Your precious little pet. You know. You know what it eats.” England spat out each word like an accusation.
“Huh? Oh, Mochimerica?” America said in mild confusion. “Well, duh. He eats rice.”
“That’s right, he ea-“ England froze, mouth gaping before he could finish.
“Yeah, he eats rice. I’m sorry, I know I forgot to tell you. But I thought that you would have asked around or gone to one of those ‘libraries’ you love so much. I mean, I know you’re proud, but you’re not that hopeless.” America snorted, trying his best to sound lighthearted and playful, though he felt the knot tightening in his stomach.
America knew that Mochimerica had a unique diet. It would eat rice as a primary food source and snack on other items. However, if it didn’t get a steady supply of rice, it would go into survival mode. As Kiku had explained, in his own vague way, the mochi was made to seek out certain genetic materials for sustenance in an emergency. America had always meant to ask why Kiku chose such a perverted method, but he knew that he wouldn’t get a straight answer. America looked over England’s form, now shaking for a different reason, and tried to convince himself that it wasn’t true.
Mochimerica Gets Hungry (12/12)
anonymous
January 19 2010, 11:50:30 UTC
“So, um, if you didn’t give him rice, what did he eat?” America asked in an innocent voice, trying to tread carefully.
There was no way that England would have allowed such a thing to happen. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
At the question, England’s face turned redder than America had thought possible. His eyes widened, the shaking got worse and he let out a sound that wasn’t quite a word.
He did.
Immediately, the cogs in America’s mind kicked into action, working faster and more efficiently than ever before. If he wanted to survive, he would have to play dumb. Luckily, he was an expert.
“Heh, it doesn’t matter. He looks plenty healthy. Whatever you fed him, it worked great!”
England said something that might have been “yes”, or “eeurrgh”.
America walked over and finally took his hug. England tensed for just a moment before resting his head on America’s shoulder. Alfred sighed. He knew Arthur’s body language very well by now, and at the very least, he didn’t appear to be traumatized. Paralyzed with embarrassment and shame, maybe, but not psychologically damaged.
He tried to give his boyfriend a sweet, loving kiss, but it was obvious that England wasn’t really in the mood. He had a feeling that England wouldn’t be in the mood until Mochimerica was out of the house, and in country far, far away. Damn.
America hugged England again and whispered some words of love in his ear. When he was sure that England was still too emotionally frozen to reciprocate, he went over to quickly check on Mochimerica. He lifted his favorite blob out of the kennel, careful to hold on tight so England wouldn’t panic too much. Mochimerica made an excited sound and America smiled at his small friend. Giving the mochi a look over, he had to admit that he was more than a little intrigued by the idea of England and Mochimerica together. He wasn’t even jealous, which was a first. If anything, he was impressed. He would have given the mochi a high five, if it was physically possible.
Mochimerica nipped at his nose and he chuckled. A small squeak came from across the room, and England was staring at them with a strange mix of emotions on his face.
Seeing the mochi and America so close to each other, with their faces touching and turned towards him, was putting extremely unwanted thoughts in England’s head. Filthy thoughts that should be burned and buried and stomped on. A shiver went down his spine.
England finally found his voice again, though it sounded shaky and uncomfortable.
“T-this is a lovely reunion and all, but if you w-wouldn’t mind getting out of my house, I have a lot of work to do. Alone.”
“Aww, but aren’t you happy to see me?” America pouted, and England could have sworn that the mochi was imitating its owner.
“I-I’m very happy to see you. Now get out.”
America sighed and put Mochimerica away carefully before giving England a goodbye kiss. He promised to come back soon, and only when he and the mochi were out the door did England’s breathing stabilize.
England fell back onto his favorite armchair and tried to rationalize what he’d just experienced. It would be a long time before his sleep was restful again.
Mochimerica Gets Hungry: Epilogue
anonymous
January 19 2010, 11:57:08 UTC
America held the phone in his hand and grinned excitedly at his companion, who was sitting on the desk in front of him and staring with huge blue eyes.
“England? Oh, hey! What’re you up to? Really? Oh, that’s cool, I guess.” America made a bit of small talk while England muttered his usual replies. He sounded more relaxed now. Perfect.
“So anyways, I was just wondering something….what did you fed Mochimerica when you were watching him?”
England sputtered and became noticeably flustered, even over the phone. “I-er-well-I…w-why do you want to know?” England finally answered.
“It’s just that, I think Mochimerica might be addicted to it. He hasn’t been eating right and he keeps making these noises that I’ve never heard. He even started shaking the other day when he saw that picture of you on the dresser. So, what was it?”
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the call, followed by more startled noises. Suddenly, the line went dead. America wasn’t sure if England had hung up on him intentionally, but he knew what the result would have been anyway.
He reached down and gave Mochimerica a gentle pat. “Sorry buddy, no luck this time. But don’t worry,” America said with a grin of ultimate confidence, “I know we’ll convince him someday.”
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Thanks again for all the comments! This was my first fill, and definitely the weirdest thing I've ever written. Sorry it turned out so long. I think I have a thing for torturing poor Arthur.
Re: Author!anon
anonymous
February 7 2010, 03:12:12 UTC
I was ecstatic when I read this. This is exactly how I've seen Mochimerica! :Q_______
I'm sorely tempted to draw something up for the story, be it just a pic or two... or a comic-version of it o.o No promises, but the idea keeps nudging me o___o
Thanks for writing this, author!anon, and thanks OP for having the balls that I lack to request it! ♥
England sighed. “Just get it over with, would you?” he said in desperation. The mochi didn’t respond in any way. England thought about it for a moment, and with a bright red blush staining his cheeks, he reached down and tugged on his pants, just enough to expose himself. He was sickened by the fact that he’d just made it easier for the wretched creature to molest him. He almost started questioning his own motives when the mochi sprang into action, moving along his leg and brushing against his skin with its soft body. England gasped and shut his eyes tight again. Surprisingly, the next thing he felt was Mochimerica nudging his face.
It was trying to cuddle with him. He waited for a few more moments with baited breath, but the mochi continued to nuzzle his neck sweetly. He let out a small sigh of relief. Maybe, just maybe, the mochi wasn’t after anything indecent tonight. Perhaps it just wanted companionship.
As Mochimerica sat against his neck peacefully, England was prepared to put it back in the kennel. He moved slightly, and the mochi started to nip at his neck. He chuckled at the tickling sensation, but the continued stimulation led to a short moan. In response, the mochi moved more swiftly, nibbling and leaving little marks before moving onto his chest.
Shit.
The mochi nudged his nipple and, seemingly encouraged by the husky groan from England’s lips, it sucked the small nub and purring happily. The sound from the mochi caused very pleasant vibrations and England’s cock started to rise to life.
“N-not again,” he said with a whimper. The mochi continued for a while and then stopped. It looked up at him and, with a wild spasm, it became two. England cringed, waiting for an army of mochi to overwhelm him again. However, the two mochi remained individuals and focused on England’s chest, doing things in coordination that felt sinfully good.
Somehow, the lack of overriding force on the part of the mochi made England feel like he was practically a willing participant in this wretched debauchery. He swallowed thickly at the notion, and made a loud sound of protest, more for his own peace of mind than anything else. Unfortunately, the noise only made the mochi tease him more energetically. When he was sufficiently aroused, one of the mochi moved across his stomach and stopped at his erection, staring at it with what could almost be described as reverence. England knew that there was little reason to feel more embarrassed at this point, but he couldn’t prevent the color rising in his cheeks.
The mochi playfully nipped at the base of his cock with whisper-soft touches that drove England mad. After a few moments of torture, the mochi started to slide its mouth around his cock without warning. He bit back a few louder moans before concluding that there was no point holding it in, and let loose a chorus of wanton cries laced with various obscenities.
Soon enough, the pressure was building. It was hot and obscene and so delicious that there was barely any room for England to feel disgusted with himself. With a final grunt, England came hard inside the mochi. This time, when the first mochi finally released his cock, the second approached swiftly and sucked gently on the head, making sure that all of the precious fluids were consumed. This earned another small moan from the overwhelmed nation.
Not yet ready to deal with his thoughts, England closed his eyes and focused on his own steadily slowing heartbeat. He heard a familiar sound and knew that the mochi had merged. Covered in sweat, England glared at the single mochi with as much disdain as he could muster for a blob. It simply stared back at him with a smile and a squeak.
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England himself was conflicted. There was no way that he was actually enjoying it. Absolutely not.
And yet, when he saw the mochi on that last morning and felt his cock twitch involuntarily, he knew that he was going to a very special level of hell.
England was sitting on his couch, glancing obsessively at the kennel to his right when he heard the knock on the door. He felt relieved and angry at the same time, and opened the door with more force than necessary. America was standing with his arms open, obviously hoping for a hug. His cheeks were bright red from the chilly wind, and England would have mused on how attractive Alfred looked at the moment, if he hadn’t been filled with seething rage. He went back into the house, ignoring Alfred’s eager plea for affection.
America followed, undeterred by the cold reception.
“Ohhh my god, it was sooo boring,” he said dramatically, launching into a recap of his work week, and only stopping when he saw the look on England’s face. “Iggy? What’s up with you?”
England was positively shaking with anger. How dare Alfred pretend like nothing had happened. How dare he gloss over England’s humiliation.
“You know very well ‘what’s up’”, England replied, emphasizing every word.
America just stared back blankly.
“That thing.” England pointed towards the kennel without looking at it. “Your precious little pet. You know. You know what it eats.” England spat out each word like an accusation.
“Huh? Oh, Mochimerica?” America said in mild confusion. “Well, duh. He eats rice.”
“That’s right, he ea-“
England froze, mouth gaping before he could finish.
“Yeah, he eats rice. I’m sorry, I know I forgot to tell you. But I thought that you would have asked around or gone to one of those ‘libraries’ you love so much. I mean, I know you’re proud, but you’re not that hopeless.” America snorted, trying his best to sound lighthearted and playful, though he felt the knot tightening in his stomach.
America knew that Mochimerica had a unique diet. It would eat rice as a primary food source and snack on other items. However, if it didn’t get a steady supply of rice, it would go into survival mode. As Kiku had explained, in his own vague way, the mochi was made to seek out certain genetic materials for sustenance in an emergency. America had always meant to ask why Kiku chose such a perverted method, but he knew that he wouldn’t get a straight answer. America looked over England’s form, now shaking for a different reason, and tried to convince himself that it wasn’t true.
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There was no way that England would have allowed such a thing to happen. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t.
At the question, England’s face turned redder than America had thought possible. His eyes widened, the shaking got worse and he let out a sound that wasn’t quite a word.
He did.
Immediately, the cogs in America’s mind kicked into action, working faster and more efficiently than ever before. If he wanted to survive, he would have to play dumb. Luckily, he was an expert.
“Heh, it doesn’t matter. He looks plenty healthy. Whatever you fed him, it worked great!”
England said something that might have been “yes”, or “eeurrgh”.
America walked over and finally took his hug. England tensed for just a moment before resting his head on America’s shoulder. Alfred sighed. He knew Arthur’s body language very well by now, and at the very least, he didn’t appear to be traumatized. Paralyzed with embarrassment and shame, maybe, but not psychologically damaged.
He tried to give his boyfriend a sweet, loving kiss, but it was obvious that England wasn’t really in the mood. He had a feeling that England wouldn’t be in the mood until Mochimerica was out of the house, and in country far, far away. Damn.
America hugged England again and whispered some words of love in his ear. When he was sure that England was still too emotionally frozen to reciprocate, he went over to quickly check on Mochimerica. He lifted his favorite blob out of the kennel, careful to hold on tight so England wouldn’t panic too much. Mochimerica made an excited sound and America smiled at his small friend. Giving the mochi a look over, he had to admit that he was more than a little intrigued by the idea of England and Mochimerica together. He wasn’t even jealous, which was a first. If anything, he was impressed. He would have given the mochi a high five, if it was physically possible.
Mochimerica nipped at his nose and he chuckled. A small squeak came from across the room, and England was staring at them with a strange mix of emotions on his face.
Seeing the mochi and America so close to each other, with their faces touching and turned towards him, was putting extremely unwanted thoughts in England’s head. Filthy thoughts that should be burned and buried and stomped on. A shiver went down his spine.
England finally found his voice again, though it sounded shaky and uncomfortable.
“T-this is a lovely reunion and all, but if you w-wouldn’t mind getting out of my house, I have a lot of work to do. Alone.”
“Aww, but aren’t you happy to see me?” America pouted, and England could have sworn that the mochi was imitating its owner.
“I-I’m very happy to see you. Now get out.”
America sighed and put Mochimerica away carefully before giving England a goodbye kiss. He promised to come back soon, and only when he and the mochi were out the door did England’s breathing stabilize.
England fell back onto his favorite armchair and tried to rationalize what he’d just experienced. It would be a long time before his sleep was restful again.
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“England? Oh, hey! What’re you up to? Really? Oh, that’s cool, I guess.” America made a bit of small talk while England muttered his usual replies. He sounded more relaxed now. Perfect.
“So anyways, I was just wondering something….what did you fed Mochimerica when you were watching him?”
England sputtered and became noticeably flustered, even over the phone.
“I-er-well-I…w-why do you want to know?” England finally answered.
“It’s just that, I think Mochimerica might be addicted to it. He hasn’t been eating right and he keeps making these noises that I’ve never heard. He even started shaking the other day when he saw that picture of you on the dresser. So, what was it?”
There was a stunned silence on the other end of the call, followed by more startled noises. Suddenly, the line went dead. America wasn’t sure if England had hung up on him intentionally, but he knew what the result would have been anyway.
He reached down and gave Mochimerica a gentle pat.
“Sorry buddy, no luck this time. But don’t worry,” America said with a grin of ultimate confidence, “I know we’ll convince him someday.”
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Thanks again for all the comments! This was my first fill, and definitely the weirdest thing I've ever written.
Sorry it turned out so long. I think I have a thing for torturing poor Arthur.
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I want America+MochimericaXEngland
Convince him soon! America XD
That's really a great fill, anon =D
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Plus I love the idea of leaving it open for possible America + MochimericaxEngland ending!
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Not promising anything yet, but the idea of a sequel has certainly crossed my mind....
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I'm sorely tempted to draw something up for the story, be it just a pic or two... or a comic-version of it o.o No promises, but the idea keeps nudging me o___o
Thanks for writing this, author!anon, and thanks OP for having the balls that I lack to request it! ♥
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Utterly faptastic. <333
Someone has GOT to do a sequel.
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May I ask where you found it?
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i don't think it's on youtube anymore.
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It's on the hetalia_doujin comm, under R-18 tag.
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