Chapitre 2: Day 2 - Clean Kink/Accidental Exhibitionism (Niffty/Husk)

Day 2 - Clean Kink/Accidental Exhibitionism (Niffty/Husk)

Husk groaned as he slumped against the wall, barely able to keep his eyes open. He reeked of booze, the empty bottle in his hand dangling limply from his fingertips. The room around him was spinning, the air thick with the stench of sweat and alcohol. His fur felt matted, sticky in places, and his wings were tucked tight against his back, trying to avoid brushing against anything.

It wasn't that Husk liked being dirty—hell, most of the time he preferred keeping himself decent—but after a few too many bottles and a few too many bad hands at poker, here he was. Exhausted. Sweaty. Filthy.

"Hey, Husky."

The voice snapped him out of his stupor, and he groaned even louder, his ears flicking in annoyance. He didn't need to look up to know who it was. He'd know that sing-song, overly-enthusiastic tone anywhere.

"Niffty," he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose as the tiny demon darted into the room, her wide eyes already locked on him like she'd found some sort of prize. "What the hell do you want?"

"Oh, you poor thing!" Niffty chirped, skittering over to him in a flurry of tiny steps. Her voice was light, full of excitement, but there was that usual hint of obsession lurking just beneath it. "You look so dirty! My poor kitty's all messed up!"

Husk let out a long sigh, his wings fluttering slightly in irritation. "Yeah, well, what else is new?"

Niffty, undeterred, circled around him, her tiny hands reaching out to brush the dirt off his coat, her fingers moving quickly over his matted fur. She let out a little hum of disapproval, shaking her head. "We can't have you looking like this! It's not proper, Husky. You need to be cleaned up. I'll help."

"Niffty, seriously, I'm fine," Husk grumbled, his voice heavy with annoyance. The last thing he needed right now was for Niffty to start one of her cleaning sprees.

But Niffty wasn't listening. She was already grabbing a cloth from her apron, her eyes focused on him like a laser as she began wiping at his fur. Her touch was light but frantic, as if she couldn't get the dirt off him fast enough.

"There's so much grime, Husky," she whispered, her voice almost to herself as she wiped down his arms. "It's all over you. You've let yourself go again, haven't you?"

Husk let out another groan, tossing his empty bottle onto the floor as Niffty continued her obsessive cleaning. "Yeah, well, Hell ain't exactly a day spa."

Niffty didn't seem to hear him, her attention fixated entirely on the spots she was scrubbing. Her fingers worked quickly, moving up his arm to his chest, her eyes narrowing as she tried to get out every last bit of dirt.

"I'll make you perfect," she muttered under her breath, her movements becoming more insistent as she cleaned, her fingers sliding under his suspenders as she worked at the fur beneath. "I always make things perfect."

Husk's tail flicked in irritation, the long plume swaying back and forth as Niffty's fingers traveled lower. "Niffty, come on, enough already. I'm not a damn—"

He stopped mid-sentence as her tiny hands moved lower, slipping beneath the waistband of his pants, her touch suddenly more deliberate, more intimate. Husk's ears twitched, and he stiffened, his eyes narrowing. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Niffty's eyes flicked up to meet his, her smile wide, a little too wide. "Just cleaning," she whispered, her voice sing-song but with an unmistakable edge. "You're so dirty here too, Husky. I can help."

Before Husk could react, Niffty tugged at his suspenders, pulling them down from his shoulders in one quick motion, her hands darting to his trousers. "You need it," she continued, her voice quieter now, almost reverent. "I can see it."

Husk's eyes widened, and for a moment, he was too stunned to speak. His trousers slipped down around his hips, exposing the light fur of his torso and the darker fur encircling his ankles. He should've stopped her, should've pushed her away, but Niffty was quick, her hands already moving over him with obsessive determination, her tiny fingers brushing against his growing arousal with a surprising gentleness.

"Wait a second," Husk muttered, his voice wavering as Niffty's touch sent an unexpected jolt of heat through him. His tail flicked again, this time more out of confusion than annoyance. "You're really taking this cleaning thing a bit far—"

"Shh," Niffty whispered, her eyes wide and focused entirely on him now. "You're filthy, Husky. So filthy. Let me clean you up."

Her hands moved faster, more purposeful now as she tugged his trousers down further, leaving him exposed. Husk's breath hitched, and his wings fluttered involuntarily as Niffty knelt in front of him, her small frame a stark contrast to his larger, hulking form.

Niffty's fingers wrapped around his cock with surprising delicacy, her eyes locked on the task at hand. "This is the dirtiest part of you," she muttered under her breath, almost talking to herself as she began to stroke him slowly. "I'll make it perfect. I always make things perfect."

Husk's breath came in short, shallow bursts as Niffty's touch sent waves of reluctant pleasure through him. He wanted to tell her to stop, to shove her off, but his body had other ideas. His mind was screaming at him to get a grip, to regain control, but the sensation of her cleaning, her obsessive care, was clouding his judgment.

"Damn it, Niffty..." Husk groaned, his voice rough as he tried to push her hands away, but she was relentless, her grip firm yet gentle as she continued her meticulous work.

"It's so dirty," she whispered again, her voice soft but urgent. "So much mess... but I can clean it all."

Her pace quickened, her hand sliding up and down his length with a focus that was almost unsettling. Husk's wings twitched, his body tensing as the pleasure built, his head tipping back against the wall.

"Niffty," he growled, his voice a mixture of warning and need. "This is..."

"Just cleaning," she interrupted, her voice still sing-song and calm as she worked. "Just making you clean."

Husk's claws dug into the wall behind him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Niffty's touch became more insistent, more obsessive. Her fingers moved with an almost mechanical precision, her small frame completely focused on her task.

His body betrayed him, pleasure washing over him in waves as Niffty's relentless cleaning brought him closer and closer to the edge. His mind was a whirl of confusion and arousal, his usual defenses crumbling under the intensity of her touch.

"You're almost clean, Husky," Niffty whispered, her voice soft and breathless as her hand moved faster, the pressure building. "So close."

Husk's tail flicked wildly, his wings twitching uncontrollably as he tried to hold on to some semblance of control. But Niffty was relentless, her obsessive cleaning pushing him further than he ever intended to go.

"Niffty," Husk groaned, his voice hoarse as he struggled to form words. "You... you've really got to stop—"

Niffty didn't respond. Her grip tightened, and her pace quickened, her focus entirely on cleaning him, on making him perfect. Husk could feel his resistance slipping away, the pleasure overwhelming every rational thought.

"Just... a little more," she muttered, her eyes glazed with single-minded determination. "Almost... there..."

Husk's breath hitched, his body trembling as the tension built to a breaking point. His wings fluttered violently, his claws scraping against the wall as he teetered on the edge, the overwhelming sensation of Niffty's obsessive cleaning threatening to push him over.

"Niffty, damn it—"

Before Husk could finish, the door burst open, slamming against the wall with a loud crash. Husk barely had time to register what was happening before Niffty yelped, her hands freezing in place as a familiar voice rang through the room.

"What in the ever-loving hell is going on in here?"

Angel Dust stood in the doorway, one hand on his hip, the other holding a cigarette lazily between his fingers. His eyes widened in mock surprise as he took in the scene before him—Husk, pants around his ankles, Niffty on her knees, her hands wrapped around his cock, and a look of complete and total shock on her face.

"Well, well, well," Angel drawled, a wide grin spreading across his face as he sauntered into the room, flicking ash from his cigarette. "Looks like someone's having a little too much fun without me. Thought I was the dirty one around here."

Husk growled, his wings twitching in frustration as he pulled his trousers back up, his face flushed with both anger and embarrassment. "What the hell are you doing here, Angel?"

Angel shrugged, leaning casually against the wall as he took another drag from his cigarette. "Heard a little commotion, figured I'd check it out. Didn't expect to walk in on this though."

Niffty, still kneeling, blinked up at Husk, her eyes wide and confused. "I—I was just trying to clean him," she stammered, her voice small and shaky. "He was so dirty, Angel. I needed to make him clean."

Angel raised an eyebrow, his grin widening even further. "Oh, cleaning, huh? Yeah, I bet that's exactly what you were doing." He winked at Husk, his tone dripping with innuendo. "Real thorough job, I see."

Husk clenched his fists, his tail flicking in irritation as he glared at Angel. "Get out."

Angel snorted, clearly enjoying every second of Husk's discomfort. "Relax, furball, I'm just messing with ya. But seriously, didn't think you'd go for the whole 'getting cleaned up' thing. You always struck me as the 'leave me in the gutter' type."

Husk's eyes narrowed, his voice low and dangerous. "I said, get. Out."

Angel held up his hands in mock surrender, backing toward the door with an exaggerated grin. "All right, all right, don't get your feathers in a twist. Have fun with your cleaning session, ya filthy animal." He shot a final wink at Niffty, who still looked completely flustered, before slipping out of the room and closing the door behind him.

The room fell into an awkward silence, the only sound the faint rustling of Husk's wings as he tried to compose himself. Niffty remained on her knees, her eyes darting nervously between Husk and the door, her hands still trembling slightly.

"I didn't mean to—" Niffty started, but Husk cut her off with a groan, running a hand through his fur as he sat back down on the bed.

"Don't... don't worry about it," Husk muttered, his voice rough and tired. He glanced down at her, his frustration fading slightly as he took in her flustered, wide-eyed expression. "You just... got a little carried away."

Niffty's lips trembled as she looked up at him, her voice small and full of uncertainty. "But... you're still dirty."

Husk sighed, his tail flicking lazily behind him as he leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. "Yeah, well... maybe I'm just meant to be dirty."

Niffty blinked, her hands fidgeting as she remained kneeling in front of him, her obsessive need to finish her task gnawing at her. "But I... I can clean you, Husky. I want to clean you."

Husk's ears twitched at the sound of her voice, soft but insistent. He opened one eye, glancing down at her. The desperation in her expression was clear, the obsessive need to make everything perfect written all over her face.

He should've told her no, should've put an end to this, but... something about the way she looked at him, that need for control over the mess he represented, made him hesitate.

"Fine," he muttered, his voice rough as he sat up slightly, his wings twitching. "But just... don't make it weird, okay?"

Niffty's eyes lit up with an almost manic excitement as she nodded quickly, her hands already moving to his waistband again, eager to continue her work. "I'll make you perfect, Husky. I promise."

With surprising speed, Niffty had Husk's trousers back down, her tiny hands moving with mechanical precision as she resumed cleaning him, her eyes locked on the task at hand. Husk's breath hitched as she stroked him again, the same obsessive care in every movement, her focus entirely on him.

She didn't speak much, her words reduced to the occasional murmur about how dirty he still was, how she needed to make sure every part of him was spotless. Her hands were small but firm, her touch relentless as she worked her way along his length, her pace quickening as she became more engrossed in the task.

Husk groaned, his head tipping back against the wall as he tried to keep his composure, his wings twitching involuntarily as pleasure washed over him. Despite everything, despite how strange this whole situation was, he couldn't deny that Niffty was... good at what she was doing.

"Damn it, Niffty," Husk growled, his voice low and strained as she continued, her touch driving him closer to the edge. "You're gonna make a bigger mess if you keep this up."

Niffty's hands didn't stop, her eyes wide and focused as she muttered, "It's okay, Husky. I'll clean it up."