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“Oh. It’s you.” Papyrus scoffed.
Kat forced a professional smile. “Captain.” Go fuck yourself.
The skeleton crossed his arms and huffed. “Don’t bother begging forgiveness for your transgressions, human! Your clumsiness cost me precious minutes of work time! My time is clearly so much more valuable that a mere apology would never suffice! I require recompense for... HUMAN!”
Kat filled the two punch glasses she’d brought to the table and walked away without bothering to listen to a word of Captain Papyrus’s lecture.
Leaving the irritable, arrogant ass to fume, Kat crossed the grand patio, nodding to coworkers and friends she recognized. Knight Knight, Aaron, Bratty. So many monsters were such wonderful people. Many of them were also fed up with their monarchy and more than ready to unionize, which made Kat’s job as the Union Cooperative’s liaison to monsters easy and usually pleasant.
Some monsters, however, were very vocal in their belief that Kat’s job was a worthless one -even before the most vocal of these crashed into Kat in the Embassy halls. She had to use makeup to cover the bruises for the Ascension Anniversary Gala, because of course she’d chosen a sleeveless gown for an outdoor summer formal.
“Um, you’re making your angry face again.” Whimson noted.
Kat sighed and forced herself to relax, pushing bad thoughts from her mind. This wasn’t the night for grousing, this was the Ascension Gala! The event of the year, an outdoor party for all those involved in the monster community or important to the monsters' eventual advancement. There had been a light dinner earlier in the evening and chefs were arranging more snacks and desserts on tables near the beverage table and bar. While many party goers were flocking to the bar, Kat couldn’t hold her alcohol very well. She stuck with the punch. It was tastier than the teas or other juices and didn’t leave her jittery like the coffee. “Sorry. Your punch?” The little monster accepted their glass, bobbing in time with the music Mettaton had selected for the evening while the celebrity in question schmoozed with some of the city’s finest.
“Kat?” Kat turned to face the lion monster addressing her, missing the unhappy look Whimsun gave the punch. It took some getting used to seeing the huge lion in a gown even nicer than Kat’s, but the golden fur and purple material complimented each other beautifully, and the slit up the back caught a few appreciative glances from the monsters and Susan from the PR department who appreciated a good tail.
They chatted amicably, sipping their drinks and laughing together until Kat caught a glimpse of the harpy monster who’d brought her such delicious vegetarian hotdogs. She excused herself to speak with the new friend, refilling her punch again during that conversation and missing when a monster muttering something about the current batch seeming bitter. After that she danced with a cat monster whose rapid steps left Kat’s head spinning. An alligator monster cut in. Kat’s head was still spinning when she drank another glass of punch to cool down from dancing, spinning too much to notice the mayor’s daughter pursing her lips and setting her glass back on the table hardly touched.
“Hey there, buddy, you feeling all right?” BP asked when next Kat returned for another glass.
The cat monster's tie was crooked. Kat straightened it, giggling when it only got more crooked. "Peachy." BP smiled but didn’t look convinced. Though he was drinking what looked like milk, he picked up the punch ladle and gave it a sniff.
“YOU!” Papyrus shouted. One hand on his hip, the other pointing dramatically. Between the volume he was capable of, the murderous death's head of his, and the sharp formal uniform he was wearing, Papyrus might have been able to stop a runaway train. BP startled and dropped the ladle, but it was Kat Papyrus was pointing angrily toward. Once he was sure he had their attention, Papyrus dropped his pose, tugged his short leather coat straight and began striding toward them. With his long legs each stride would have been large enough without the heels on his boots.
Kat’s good mood vanished, though the spinning didn’t. “Never mind.” She told BP, setting her empty glass on the table with the other dirties before turning sharply on her heel and marching away from the table.
“Don’t you dare walk away from me!” Papyrus bellowed. For a monster made of bone, Papyrus had a lot of nerve.
“Watch me.” Kat growled, picking up her pace. She meant to disappear into the crowd but the persistent spinning was working against her. Kat startled when she stepped off the patio’s concrete onto the grass. While she tried to figure out how she’d misjudged her direction and gone toward the woods surrounding the grand patio on three sides instead of the middle of the dance floor where she thought she’d been aiming, Papyrus caught up.
“Human! That was indescribably rude! I expect no less from one such as you! Twice now I have clearly indicated the desire to talk and twice you have walked away from me! That is thrice you owe me for your inconsideration!”
Something in her snapped. Kat growled, actually growled at the captain. It was enough for him to stop blathering and lower the scarlet gloved hand he’d lifted to accentuate his pronouncements. “Listen, I have had enough of your...” Unlike Papyrus, Kat kept some awareness that these conversations weren’t appropriate for public display. She barely had to lean to the side and look past the captain’s immaculate uniform to where a couple humans were blatantly staring at them and a few monsters were blatantly not staring.
Annoyed, Kat grabbed Papyrus’s arm and yanked him toward the trees, startling him into dropping the punch glass he’d still been holding. It was forgotten even before landing safely in the grass.
Once they were far enough into the little wood that trees and bushes afforded some privacy and softened the music so they could hear each other clearly, Kat released both Papyrus and her frustrations. She inhaled as she turned to face him and let loose. “You listen! It was you who ran into me in the hallway. I’m the Union Representative lawyer and I was working in front of the Union information board! You were carrying far too much junk to see over and you stole my stapler before leaving! You didn’t even bother to bring it back when you stormed into my office and accused me of stealing your papers! Security isn’t even in the same wing as the Union office so you’re damned well in the wrong for running blind in an unfamiliar part of the building without even watching where you were going!”
With each you, including the same syllable in ‘union’, Kat jabbed a finger at the captain’s chest, right over the Delta Rune Crest embroidered in silver. Even in her own heels, she still had to look up to glare directly into his eye sockets. Those same sockets were narrowed to hardly a slit with his piercing red eye lights shining from behind bone... though perhaps not as piercing as usual. They seemed fuzzy, like the dusting of the same color across the bones of his cheeks.
“I know you have a problem with my work, Captain, but as Union Representative my job is to keep assholes who think they’re more important than they are -yes, I’m talking about you- from overstepping workers who actually pull the weight and get the job done! Just one example being your expectation that everyone should get out of your way when you’re being unsafe! What if Whimsun had been updating the board and not moved in time? Do you have any idea how badly you could have hurt him? Do you care?”
Papyrus flinched back, aghast and filled with a new sense of rage and offense. “Care? What would a human like you know how much I do or do not care about my people! And I’ll have you know as security, no part of the building is unfamiliar! It is my job to be familiar with all aspects of the building and the people within, whether they be the king himself, Whimsun, or an ignorant little human sticking her soft little nose where it doesn’t belong! I'll have you know- NYEH!” Kat lifted her arm again and was tried to brush past Papyrus as if he were a beaded curtain in her way. “How dare you!?”
But Kat had said her piece and wanted to get back to the party. She could smell the fresh food being laid out and despite all the punch she’d drunk she was oddly thirsty. Listening to the skeleton rage was just pissing her off and making her head hurt. She thought she recognized a favorite song of hers starting up and wanted to get back to enjoying her evening.
Predictably, however, two people out in the woods and both wearing heels and impractical clothing, something was bound to snag. It was Papyrus’s absurd black and read cloak on a nearby branch. The branch was old and weak, easy enough to break, but it was the principal of the matter and the damaged silk which upset the skeleton. “NYEH!” His sudden flailing smacked Kat and the half step to regain her balance brought heel of her shoe over a branch, knocking her off balance. Falling, Kat could only think irritably of the additional scrapes and more bruises this idiot would cause her when she hit the ground and underbrush.
Instead, she landed safely on a body surprisingly solid for a skeleton wrapped in leather with so many metal bits of decoration. As Kat scrambled, trying to get off him despite the skirt now wrapped around both of their legs, Papyrus took the opportunity to run his idiot mouth still further. “Wench, how can you be so clumsy! What would you have done if I were not here? I know I’ve informed you of your physical ineptitude before but you’ve clearly done nothing to-”
“Just shut up.” Kat snapped. Papyrus did, though whether it was because she asked so nicely or because she’d shoved an elbow into his sternum trying to get up was anyone’s guess. There was hardly any slack in her skirt and it was proving impossible to climb off Papyrus without tearing her gown. She liked this dress, damn him!
“You’ll never manage it on your own!” Papyrus announced.
“I don’t want to hear -EEEK!” Papyrus grabbed Kat’s arms and rolled her over. He chose in the wrong direction, the silk of Kat's skirt tore loud enough to hear clearly over their struggles and the distant music, making them both freeze.
After the shocked pause Papyrus almost managed to sound meek, “Um...” He tried to move but stiffened again at the sound of more threads popping and the rage obviously taking over Kat’s aura.
Kat seized Papyrus by his uniform's mandarin collar yanked him closer, face-to-face, nose-to-whatever. “This was a four-hundred-dollar dress. I planned to wear it more than once.” She informed him with a snarl. With a heave she rolled them over again, unmindful of the loud ripping as her skirt came almost completely free of the bodice. She landed straddling Papyrus while still maintaining a death grip on his uniform. “You’ve injured me, you ruined my dress, and you still have the absolute balls to blame me?”
“I-I...” Papyrus stuttered, eye lights flickering downward.
“My eyes are up... wait...” Kat also glanced down. Her fitted bodice hadn’t slipped, he wasn’t looking at her chest much but now that he’d anxiously called her attention to it she saw the tent in his slacks. “Seriously? Maybe you do have the balls.” She shifted her position, grinding her crotch over his. Papyrus whined, hands and feet scrabbling at the ground around them, trying to find purchase or maybe a convenient blueprint with the perfect plan to get out of this mess. “Well, that’s one way you can fucking make this up to me.” Kat muttered, not really listening to herself as she rocked her hips over his again, then reached down and hooked a finger in the waistband of his pants. The top was a hook and loop, allowing the formal slacks to rest flat. They were also incredibly easy to undo with one hand.
Papyrus didn’t move or speak to stop Kat, only watched with shock as she calmly unzipped him, then shoved his pants down to reveal his proud red cock. It had insubordinately summoned itself while the union lawyer brazenly dragged him into the woods, then remained as they’d argued. “Mmm, you do have balls, it seems.”
Of course, Papyrus was completely scandalized when the human ran her soft warm hand over his cock, then gave the mentioned testicles a tug and kneaded them with her thumb, humming in appreciation. He certainly never asked for such a thing! She was just some upstart human who opposed the king’s rule and had no respect for the position of Captain and infuriated him at every turn! Papyrus was only restraining himself from punishing her for her audaciousness because she was a soft, pretty, delicate human and it would reflect badly on monster kind if the captain of the embassy guard couldn’t restrain hims- “FUCK!” Her hand felt good!
“Damn, you even drip like a human does.” Kat observed, rubbing her palm over the head of his cock and smearing the precum around. He was a monster, and not just as a skeleton. She couldn’t quite bring her fingers together when she rubbed her hand down his shaft and he was long to boot. Under her hand the magic or flesh or whatever was warm and felt like someone had covered a steel bar in rubber or memory foam. This Kat was willing to admit to herself she wanted.
She gave his cock another quick pull, drawing a high-pitched groan from the captain before turning her attention to herself. Her dress was a lost cause, so Kat saw no reason not to give up on her underpants as well. They were dainty little things appropriate for wearing under silk and though Kat wasn’t much on exercise, the material came away easily when yanked. There, now she didn’t even have to stand up. Kat plunged one hand between her legs, ensuring she was wet enough. She then rubbed that hand over Papyrus’s cock to give it a little better lube, her movements almost businesslike before going up on her knees and aligning the bright red magic with her cunt.
“H-human! What are you...!!!” Papyrus barely managed before Kat began lowering herself, groaning her pleasure. He felt good. She was wet, but not so much as to avoid some burn when Kat forced herself down further stretching herself tight.
Papyrus keened and ground his skull back against the grass and leaves, clawing small furrows into the ground with his hands, likely ruining his gloves. He kicked against the ground and lifted his pelvis to meet Kat’s, allowing her the final boost needed to fully seat herself on his cock, her buttocks actually resting against his femurs.
“Oh.” Kat sighed, relaxing. “That’s good.”
Papyrus squirmed and whined. He reached for Kat’s hips but she grabbed his hands and pinned them to his chest. “Ah-ah. Take your punishment like a good boy.” She scolded.
“H-human...” Papyrus managed, then whined again, his hips shaking but when he tried to get leverage to move his pelvis effectively the heels of his boots skidded through the dirt he’d churned up in his previous efforts.
“No.” Kat said, even as she braced and lifted herself, then dropped down fully again, drawing a yelp from Papyrus. Her growing arousal made the slide faster and smoother. “Oof, so good.” Kat murmured rising again to ride down the thick cock, humming. She first adopted a slow pace, savoring the feeling of being stretched so well and so deep, the tightness of her entrance creating a lovely drag when she rose. Soon she was wet enough the burn eased to a pleasant memory. She canted her hips as she pleased. She leaned forward or back as she slipped up and down his cock, applying friction and pressure to the spots she liked. “Mmm, yeah...”
Papyrus was a mess. He kicked fruitlessly at the ground and made half-hearted efforts to pull his arms free, only to be met with Kat applying more weight to holding him down. This wasn’t sex, this was an insufferable human using his cock to fuck herself and he loved it. He could only vent his frustration through desperate angry vocal sounds and the odd disturbingly breathy demand, “... f-faster... please... human...”
The only sign Kat gave of hearing him was to gradually speed up, bouncing up and down at a pace as closely matched to his panting as the odd moan and whine allowed.
“Yes-s-s.” Kat hissed before biting her lip and focusing on her movements, rolling her hips back as she rose and dropped, her own breathing picking up and her grip on Papyrus’s wrists tightening until a fleshed partner might have been bruised. “Yes...”
“...h-ha.... huh... h-human...” Papyrus’s panting shifted to a yelp as Kat again forced herself to take his huge cock fully, grinding down viciously before stilling her movements
Leaning forward, she whispered, “My name is Katherine. Not ‘human’ and sure as fuck not ‘wench’ or anything else you’ve been calling me.”
“... please...” Papyrus panted, squirming, kicking, and unable to get her to move.
“Please what?”
“Please... Katherine.”
Kat smiled. “Very good.” She said, then lifted herself slowly until she could feel the head of his cock tugging at the inside of her entrance. Quickly she again took him fully, slamming down so hard she was sure she saw stars and tore a yelp out of her own throat as Papyrus howled. Not letting either of them recover, Kat set a rapid, hard pace. Hardly did she lift herself an inch or two before slamming her ass back down and grinding before bucking up and down again. Papyrus grunted and gasped, trying to rock his pelvis to meet her as she fucked him hard and fast. She still held tight to his wrists, this time not putting her weight forward to hold him down but hanging on and using them as leverage to pull herself down and forward as Papyrus held his arms stiffly in place.
“Damn. Fuck. Yes.” Kat chanted.
Papyrus’s breath hitched and he whined again before coughing out. “Hum-Katherine! I-I’m- please!”
Kat clenched down on him, finally releasing one of his arms to reach behind her until she found the two small globes in a sack and gave them a firm squeeze and tug.
“AUGH!” Papyrus moved his arms, grabbing Kat around the waist as he curled up, dragging them both onto their side and bucking his pelvis into her as he came.
Kat wrapped her legs around Papyrus and seized his uniform again with one hand, yanking him closer to her until she could plant her mouth on his, thrusting her tongue between his teeth to drink up his shout. Her other hand slid between her legs, wrapping around his cock before his erratic movements slowed and using the hold to grind the meat of her hand against her clit. It was close, but she fell into her climax before he’d finished his, shivering and moaning into his mouth while rocking her hips to milk more out of him, sending hot red magic thinned with her own clear fluids dribbling down one thigh.
They lay there for a few moments, shivering and panting, occasionally one or both would rock their hips, drawing out the last of their pleasure until Papyrus’s magic finally dispelled.
Slowly, Kat gathered herself enough to pull away from the skeleton. He’d fallen asleep fast enough that her movements hardly caused him to stir. Kat sighed. “Well, that was stupid.” She told herself, out loud just in case he could hear. She retrieved what was left of her skirt and tied it around her waist. Her destroyed underwear was tucked into her bodice for proper disposal and after hunting down her shoes, Kat decided to carry them and walk barefoot until she found somewhere to the road far enough from the gala none of her coworkers would see her walk of shame.
She returned to the scene a minute later, grumbling to herself as she zipped and secured Papyrus’s pants before storming off again.