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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      Other
  Fandom:
      Homestuck
  Character:
      Vriska_Serket, Sollux_Captor
  Additional Tags:
      Masturbation, Exhibitionism
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-05-15 Words: 803
****** On Air ******
by XLR
Summary
     Vriska puts on a show.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
"Is this thing on?" the female troll asked offscreen.
"If the light on top of the camera is on, then it's on." an exasperated voice
with a slight lisp said. "Whatever, I'm not going to be a part of this any
more. Tell me when you're done."
"Wait, Sollux! How do I-" Slam. "Fuck. Well I guess there are people here," she
said as she looked at the monitor below the camera. She sat back in her chair,
giving her audience a clear view of her features. Her eyes, large and held in
by dark grey eyelids, were still gold, although one could fool themselves into
thinking that there were veins of blue visible. Her small nose made her face
almost flat, save for her pronounced cheekbones, which sat high on her face.
She wore lipstick that matched her blood color, but clashed with her pointed
horns.
Vriska leaned in to read the screen again. Amongst the catcalls and general
compliments, one viewer told her to "keep your back straight when you lean in,
it's better for your posture."
She did, giving the people watching a view down her t-shirt and a glimpse at
her smallish breasts, spurring a flood of comments begging her to take off her
top. "Isn't it hot in there for you? Don't you want to get more comfortable?"
one watcher asked.
Vriska reclined in her chair and yawned casually. She had to make this look
natural. She blushed bright blue as she pulled her shirt off, revealing modest
tits cupped against her body with a sports bra. It was a conscious battle not
to cover herself with her arms as she felt the thousands of eyes drinking her
in. She felt like she was boiling, and her underwear started to cling to her
pussy.
She leaned in to read the chat again. It seemed that they sensed blood in the
water and decided to go in for the kill. "Show us your undies!" one overly
energetic commenter posted. She forgot about her embarrassment and scoffed at
the audacity of the mob of people eying her like a raw piece of meat. She was
about to close the window when one person said "You don't have to if you're
just going to be a cluckbeast about it."
Vriska Sekret knew she was many things: an irredeemable slut bitch whore, a
cheater, and an all-around horrible person to hang out with, but she was not a
cluckbeast. She pulled her legs up into her chair and undid the button on her
jeans, then sat on the back of the chair as she pulled down the zipper, showing
everyone in the chat her spider-print panties.
In the heat of the moment, she had all but forgotten her arousal, now displayed
in the form of a large cerulean stain to thousands of anonymous people over the
internet.
The body-temperature fluids cooled in the fresh air, the sensation of her
drying bikini bottoms on her sensitive parts causing her to shiver. Vriska
didn't need to look at the chat to know what they wanted. Resigning herself to
her fate, she finished taking off her pants with a wiggle of her slim hips. She
slid her middle finger under the waistband until it reached her clit, which was
throbbing for attention at this point, and began to stroke it. She exhaled
sharply through her teeth as each motion sent pulses of pleasure through the
rest of her body. Her toes curled as she began to drive herself to climax, but
stopped when she remembered that she was being watched.
Almost instinctually, she turned around and knelt on the seat of the chair,
giving the camera a full view of her shapely butt, her fluids dripping out of
her. She reached one hand back, and pulled her panties to the side. Vriska
began to rub her lips vigorously, biting her lips as the movement built up
pressure inside her, then dipped a finger into her eager vagina.
"Ooohh," she moaned, the sensation of her filled vagina relieving some of her
arousal. Vriska began to stroke herself, her middle finger sliding in and out
of her, at first slowly, then faster as she failed to resist the incoming
pleasure. She panted like a woofbeast in heat as she felt the oncoming orgasm
surge upwards.
Her frenzied stroking reached its peak, and she shrieked as she climaxed, every
muscle in her body contracting as it hit her like a bolt of lightning. "Oh god,
yes, yes!" she yelled as she continued her attack on her hole, drawing out her
orgasm as long as possible. Once she had calmed down, she smugly looked at the
chat box, eagerly awaiting the torrent of attention she obviously garnered.
What she found was a single message. "You have been disconnected (413)"
End Notes
     http://xtralargerobutt.tumblr.com/post/23124069444/on-air-post-mortem
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