Polyurethane was beyond cooked.
The plan to lure out his mid angel cousins started out so promising, he and his brother made sure that it was foolproof. They needed all the time they could get to find any tactical advantages over Panty and Stocking for their mission from Heaven, so to cover more ground, Polyester and Polyurethane had decided to split up and investigate their respective rooms.
When he quickly called dibs on investigating Stocking’s room, Polyurethane thought he lucked out, remembering how messy Panty’s room was in the many times they played pranks on the sisters. Under different circumstances, this was like old times, except he wasn’t taking cover under a dirty hamper while his brother acted as bait to distract Panty. Sure, he can do without the creepy emo aesthetic his fake AF cousin adopted since the last time they met, but with her room being clean as it, it should be manageable, right?
12 minutes later, after being dogpiled with cavalcades of cakes, cookies, and other sweets right down his windpipe, the stuffed angel would willingly swap places to venture in the swamp hole known as Panty’s room.
Thank the Lord that Polyurethane can’t gain weight, otherwise there would be divine retribution on that eerie, would-be fatass if he couldn’t squeeze into his suit. Why the fuck does Stocking even have this chair anyways?!?
He could only hope Polyester would show up soon to release him from this hell, he can’t cough up this trash fast enough without another pastry jammed in its place in his throat and his arms were clasped to the armrests of the mechanical chair.
***Knock, knock, KNOCK!
“Miss Stocking, are you home? I have the desserts you sent Garterbelt out for!”
Immediate panic surged in his chest as he realized that the Anarchy sisters didn’t live alone. He quickly tried to pull away from the robotic hands to plan an escape route, only to be shoved a different pastry outside of his field of view. A quick side glance, Polyurethane spotted a remote control connected to the chair, far to the right of his foot.
Hastily, he reached for the control, stomping on the floor to try and push the button with his foot. On the fifth attempt, a click was heard, and the robotic hands stopped, one of them in the middle of shoving a Swiss roll down Polyurethane’s throat.
Polyurethane spat out the half eaten Swiss roll and breathed heavily as he got a better look around Stocking’s room for a quick exit, trying to pull at his restraints. The knocking on Stocking’s door increased in volume. He desperately tried to thrash in every direction for a means to free himself from the clasps, right as the door had opened.
“My, my~ What do we have here?”
To the angel’s immediate disgust, a demon woman walked into his cousin’s room, wheeling a service cart with a dessert tray laden with identical-looking confections that were just forced down his gullet, her soft green hair bouncing with each step. She set aside the cart to examine the scene at hand, ignoring his withering look and low growl.
Of course his basic bitch cousins would choose to live with vile demons, what else would he expect from them? Though a quick glance at her appearance confirms to him that this demon seems subservient, her clothes were that of a slutty maid, not anything sus. She could even be mistaken as attractive, if his standards were absolute garbage. It seems like they are following some of Heaven’s rules regarding demons, although it would’ve been lowkey easier to kill them on sight.
This one… her name might have been Scanty…?
The demon’s face went from inquisitive to sneering as she took in the sight before her, flipping her vibrant, pale green hair to the side as she met Polyurethane’s scowling face.
“I expected to see a certain gluttonous angel gorging herself with these calorie-laden bombs she calls dessert, but to see another angel brat trespassing so brazenly,” Scanty brought a hand to her chin. “My curiosity has certainly been piqued, especially considering that said trespasser is currently ensnared with no means of escape! What business do you have here? I sincerely doubt you’re seeking reconciliation of any kind.”
Polyurethane scoffed, looking away from her piercing, jade gaze. “It’s like highkey none of your business what I’m doing, demon. You’re lucky it wasn’t on sight. Now quit yapping and let me go before you catch these hands.” The mission is getting worse and worse by the minute. Polyester, where the hell are you?
“Oh, but how can I let you go when you’re looking absolutely unsightly from indulging in Stocking's desserts that she worked so hard to procure,” Scanty reached under the cart and sauntered over, washrag in hand. She cupped the angel’s frosted covered face, lightly dabbing at the splotches on his cheek as he writhed and squirmed from her sudden, warm touch.
"DON'T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME, HELLSPAWN."
"What profanity! But what else would I expect from an angel? Certainly not decorum, of course," Scanty threw her head back and laughed. "Now hold still, this will be over as soon as you stop floundering. Then, I’ll entertain the thought of releasing you. As long as you share why you’re here, of course.”
Lmao. “Uh, hard pass. Go touch some grass, demon. Or better yet, go kill yourself so there will be one less piece of filth to deal with in this hellscape of a city. You’re highkey delulu if you think I’m going to spill, so this ain’t it, chief,” Polyurethane spat out.
“My, for someone in your peculiar plight, you are being awfully demanding,” Scanty dipped the rag back into the washtub, wringing it thoroughly. “You certainly made quite a mess here, which only adds more to my domestic duties, and I will never hear the end of it if that gothic bitch found that her room and beloved desserts had been contaminated by her idiotic cousin.”
The prideful demon tapped a finger on her chin thoughtfully. “Here’s a great idea: I should let your ghastly relatives deal with you in my stead. If only I hadn’t sent dear Kneesocks away to retire for the afternoon, then one of us would have alerted Garter by now!”
Fuck, fuck, fuck! If Stocking knew he was in her room, he’d never leave this place alive. Panty was the fun one to prank, but Stocking had always been the most volatile one of the two. He’d bet she got even more rank with age. If he could bait the demon long enough to stall for time until Polyester could rescue him… From sneaking in to being bait, it is like old times.
Polyurethane sneered. “Great, wait for your superiors. I can at least give my Karen cousins props and dap them up for getting some stupid demons under control.”
Scanty paused and narrowed her eyes. “Excuse me?”
Regarding her coolly, the angel continued. “Not gonna lie, I’d flex and exterminate on sight, but no cap, showing demons who’s boss, caught in 4k… I can vibe with that, for real for real.”
Scowling at the accusation, she retorted, “My sister and I have our reasons to work with those skanky angels. I loathe to admit it, but we are equals for the time being.”
The angel snorted. “No need to get heated, bruh. My cousins put you on blast , and they own you now. Simple as. It’s expected of angels since we deal with your ick all the time, and since they did the girl math, it makes sense they didn’t kill you.”
“You’re vastly underestimating the situation, you mid-wit! If we didn’t mutually benefit, you angels would be licking the heel of my boot!” Scanty raised her voice, pointing a finger at his face.
Polyurethane ignored her, crossing his legs nonchalantly, and turned his head away in boredom. “You’re lucky it was my cousins instead of us, devil. You wouldn’t be breathing otherwise, though some would say this is so cringe.” The angel let out a chuckle. “How the wicked have fallen, haven’t they? Demons rebel and they return to their betters with their tails between their legs, in hopes of mercy.”
Scanty’s offended expression grew worse with each word, she stamped a foot down in a huff. “Have you forgotten that we wiped the floor with you juvenile miscreants in our little wager a month ago?!”
“Well, yeah. You barely beat us because one: you thots were cheating like crazy, with all of that illegal gear from the black market and two; those same thots that owned you were gassing you up this time around. So like, duh, you won: you had help from angels to beat other angels. Even then, it was a 4v2 and we nearly took the dub,” Polyurethane gave her the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster.
In spite of his position and the fact that he was dealing with a demonspawn, he could lowkey admit to enjoying trolling her, even though most of what he said was true. Trolling a demon hits different compared to Panty.
Scanty clenched the rag in her fist, her face marred with an ugly look. “I don’t have to take this from a nepo angel,” she seethed.
“Aaaaw, pookie. Did I ruin your day by spilling the tea? Don’t crash out because we’re better angels, and you got help from skanks like Panty and Stocking. Face it, the fact that demons like you lost to mid-angels like my cousins means you’re basic AF! All that gas and girlbossing, while you and your sister are dressed up like skanky maids, which I guess is a glow up since you’re serving ang--!" ***HRK
Polyurethane found himself choking on the musty, horrid tasting washtowel that Scanty had used, the juxtaposition of the foul, crusty fabric and the many, overly sweet desserts shoved down his throat earlier made him want to hurl.
The proud hellspawn glowered at him, eyeing him in pure contempt as he struggled for air, kicking out helplessly.
“You know nothing of our situation, and how dare you degrade my beloved Kneesocks this way!” Scanty fumed. “I was going to allow you to leave after a bit of payback for that equine incident, but such foul behavior from a lowly angel shouldn’t go unpunished, especially that of someone so undeservingly cheeky!”
She slid three manicured fingers into the front of his collar and twisted the fabric roughly towards her, sending the angel further into a choking fit. Scanty gazed into Polyurethane’s eyes intensely as he desperately gagged.
“Now listen closely: you are going to obey every command, if you want to escape within discretionary means. Any resistance, and appropriate punishment will be swiftly enacted,” she leaned in closer, dropping her voice to a whisper. “Continue to break the rrrrrrules, and I will leave you to the mercy of those bitch angels. This is your first and only warning. Do I make myself clear?”
Polyurethane frantically grunted in agreement, struggling for air. He felt himself slowing down, losing consciousness until two fingers shoved themselves into his mouth, and pulled the saliva drenched rag out. He gasped violently, wheezing as he tried to catch his breath.
Heart pounding in his ears, Polyurethane regained his bearings and stared at Scanty with wide eyes before settling into a glare. An unfamiliar sensation stirred at his center, and the cornered angel tried to ignore it, focused on channeling his hatred throughout his face.
With his unfavorable position, there was no other choice but to obey what this hag demanded. He could only hope Polyester would hurry up and save him, in some effort to salvage the failed mission. “Was that really necessary, demon,” he rasped out.
“It sent the message across now, didn’t it?” Satisfied, she returned to her full height. She regarded him with little care. “With our first order of business, open your mouth.”
“Don’t you shove that rancid ass ra-“ A loud smack echoed across the room, her hand striking against Polyurethane‘s cheek, cutting his diatribe short and leaving a red imprint in its wake.
Frozen, he could only focus on the stinging pain as Scanty merely repeated herself. “Open your mouth.” With a quick glance, he saw she was preparing to strike him once more if he dared argue again. Feeling lightheaded, the angel obeyed, trying to maintain his glare at her as his mouth hung open.
The haughty demon smirked as she reached into the service cart, stashing the rag back under the cart, and plucking a dainty looking shortbread tart from the dessert tray. Scanty placed the tart onto his open mouth, but did not pull away, her thumb and index finger brush against each side of his outer teeth. “Chew.”
Pausing briefly, Polyurethane followed through, careful not to bite her fingers as they rubbed against his teeth with each bite. He started to swallow, only stopped by her fingernail digging into the floor of his mouth.
“Hey—” the angel began, and was swiftly met with her knee pressed to his groin. He tensed.
“Not yet. And don’t speak with your mouth full.” She removed her hand from his maw, wiping the spittle and leftover crumbs across the angel’s cheek, much to his dismay. Scanty turned around and pulled the service cart closer to Polyurethane, readjusting it until it was right beside the chair.
To the angel’s immense shock, she lowered herself to his lap, repositioning herself comfortably as her legs swung over the armrest across, right underneath his left arm. Polyurethane fidgeted at the sudden weight on his thighs, the heat radiating off from the hellspawn like a furnace. A tap on the nose brought him to attention as Scanty held up another dessert, this time an opulent-looking cheesecake bite.
“Open.”
He blinked, then complied, the chewed food from earlier visible from his maw. She placed the treat in his mouth, and again, her claw-like fingers were pressed against his upper jaw. Polyurethane started chewing again and was met with another piercing stab into his gumline. He recoiled from the sudden pain when Scanty used her other hand to pull the angel’s head into her, nails digging firm into his hair and scalp. “Don’t you dare act without my authority,” she hissed.
Another twitch from within Polyurethane’s mind, and he couldn’t ignore the adrenaline rush he felt throughout his body as he suddenly grew very aware of the situation. He shifted comfortlessly, jaw salivating as the partially chewed piece of cheesecake remained in his mouth.
A few moments later, Scanty released her hold on the angel’s tresses, wrapping her free arm around the back of the chair. The fingers in his mouth relaxed. “Now, you may chew.” Polyurethane obeyed immediately, his mouth nearly filled with saliva rather than food. He awaited her next command and was rewarded with another tart in his mouth. “Chew.”
The procedure was repeated 4 more times. Any attempt to stray from her commands, the angel was met with a dig to his gumline or a pull to his hair. His spite eroded to begrudging obedience as Polyurethane fully realized that his brother wasn’t planning to show up anytime soon.
He hated it, but he dared not try to provoke Scanty any more, wanting to appeal to her better nature to increase his chances of escaping. Even if it means gorging on a mountain of sweets. The newgen angel took careful measures to not swallow the now large mass of food that threatened to block his airway.
A piece of truffle was placed in his mouth. “Chew.”
Polyurethane struggled with the last bite. With barely any room in his mouth to maneuver the lump of food in his mouth without biting her fingers, he managed to smash the truffle against the roof of his mouth, the taste of chocolate and raspberry melting into the back of his throat. Coughing slightly, he could only hope that it was enough to please her.
In one fell motion, Scanty’s hand struck hard against the angel’s cheek, sending him into another choking fit as the lump lodged itself in his throat. “Are you playing coy with me? I said to chew!”
“How --” COUGH “--was I supposed --” Cough cough “--save chocolate?! It --” *Cough “-- FUCKING MELTS!”
He was met with a hard pinch to his exposed neckline, sending jolts down his nervous system. Polyurethane hissed from the pain, biting down on his tongue to prevent himself from whining while trying to writhe away from her to no avail. This fucking demon is not going to flex on him by making him cry out, damnit!
The angel felt himself relax as Scanty released her grip. He felt a small wet spot on his collarbone. That fucking cunt, she made him bleed, didn’t she?! About to tell her off, the words died in his throat as the angel caught what she was doing. Polyurethane gaped as the demoness wiped the blood residue with her thumb and stuck it in her mouth. He bit his lower lip subconsciously, heat rushing to his cheeks.
Scanty sucked on her thumb for a few seconds, eyes lidded while savoring the taste of angelic blood she had craved for so long. Meeting the angel’s unabashed stare, she grinned and licked her teeth tantalizingly, her tongue brushing underneath her fangs. Polyurethane gulped, turning away to hide his face, flushed from the depraved display.
“Now, we’re going to do this again. And don’t you dare defy me.” Wiping her sullied thumb again on the angel’s face, she plucked another truffle from the dessert tray. “Open.”
Snapping from his daze, Polyurethane obliged. He shifted his legs once more as the angel felt a certain type of discomfort he tried to den... couldn’t name at the moment. He could only dwell on whether he would be punished again for letting the chocolate melt in his mouth.
The orders were repeated once more. To his relief(?), she didn’t seek to punish him for failing to keep the truffles in his mouth as they melted. Whenever he reached his capacity of keeping his mouth full of treats, the demon would ensure that every single crumb is accounted for by wiping down his teeth before allowing him to swallow.
With every large gulp of food, he felt a sense of relief as he drew his next breath, exhaling loudly to regain his bearings before the command was given to open again. As he swallowed down the latest mish-mash of cookies and cakes, the angel panted for a few moments, falling into a brief stupor before he felt a hand settled on his head. Startled out of his daze, he was met with Scanty’s blank face as she ran her fingers through his bubblegum pink locks. “Good boy. You can shut up and listen, I thought all angels were a lost cause.”
Something within the angel twitched. Polyurethane bolted upright, bristling at the backhanded compliment. He looked away as he couldn’t think of a clever enough comeback. “...Go kill yourself, demon.”