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
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Mochimerica Gets Hungry (9/12)
anonymous
January 19 2010, 11:44:03 UTC
The rest of the day was spent trying to forget that anything abnormal had happened at all. England simply carried on with his business - reading, cleaning, watching a bit of football, and occasionally shaking uncontrollably. At midday, England cautiously went to his room to make sure that the mochi hadn’t escaped. While he was there, he quickly tossed a piece of bread into the kennel. Maybe a snack would buy him some time to figure out how to contain the blob
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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! ♥
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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 ( ... )
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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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