Hazbin or Bust CH. 1: First Bust

***This is the first chapter of hopefully several. Please, tell me what you think and how I can improve.***

***(Note: Husk removed for time reasons. It's late as fuck)***

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Vaggie wrung her hands nervously, a worried look on her face. She glanced at Charlie who stood next to her, the Princess of Hell looking even more nervous than the moth-like demon.



“Hun, are you sure about this?” She asked. Charlie hesitated for a moment before nodding.



“Y-yeah.” She coughed and cleared her throat before continuing. “I mean, yeah. I am. If doing this will make the hotel popular, then I’m willing to try.”



“Oh c’mon toots!” Angel exclaimed from nearby, throwing up two of his arms for a moment before crossing them. “It’ll be me and Al taking most of these mooks anyways while you guys get the scraps!” The pornstar laughed, his fluffy bosom bouncing slightly.



“Oh, indeed!” Alastor commented, spinning his cane as he looked on from the side. “Still, there are more folks here today than I thought there would be!”



Vaggie gulped as she looked from the Radio Demon, towards the crowd that had formed in front of the hotel. There were more than a hundred, maybe even two or three hundred, and they were all here for them.



Once again, the moth-girl became very self-conscious of her naked state, resisting the urge to cover her crotch and breasts. With the exception of Alastor, all of the hotel’s residents were naked, even Nifty, who had insisted on joining the event. Despite her smaller size, she was still an adult, so it wasn’t like they could say no.



In front of the crowd were five queues, the last three of which had rather sizable tents where the… busting... would take place. Those were for Vaggie and Nifty. Angel and Alastor had declined theirs and while Charlie had wanted one, public opinion had drawn her to decline hers as well.



While Vaggie certainly didn’t like it, she couldn’t deny that the hotel needed the popularity. Besides, maybe busting a demon’s genitals would help them repent?



“Hey, everyone?” Charlie spoke, drawing the gazes of the hotel’s residents. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Upon looking around at them, she smiled. “Thank you for helping with this, all of you.”



Angel waved it off. “Oh, c’mon sugah. This stuff is my game.”



Vaggie smiled. “No problem hun.”



Alastor’s grin seemed to brighten a tad. “Oh, no worries my dear.”



Nifty jumped up and down in glee. “I’ve been looking forward to this!”



The Princess’ smile only became larger. “Still, thank you all. Hopefully, this gives the hotel the boost it really needs.”



Taking a deep breath, Charlie emptied a small bag of blue and white pills onto her palm. There were four of them.



“And what are those, my dear?” Alastor asked.



“Some fancy painkillers I had whipped up for today.” She replied. “Takes the edge off the pain, reduces nausea and should last all day. One for each of us, except you Alastor since, well, you know…”



“Since I will only be dealing pain, not receiving it like the rest of you?”



“Yeah.” Charlie said, nodding. “Anyways, just take one, and then we’ll start the event. That sound good to everyone?”



Each gave a noise of confirmation as they took the pill and swallowed it.



“Gah.” Angel muttered, tongue hanging out of his mouth. “Damn bitter.”



“Alright.” Charlie muttered to herself. Letting out a heavy sigh, she stood up straight, looking out at the crowd, which seemed to have only increased in size. She bit her lip anxiously as she saw quite the large number of demons lined up for her. She knew some would want to be kicked. She also knew most wouldn’t. “Let’s do this.”



Walking over, they each stood at the end of their respective queue. Angel was first, followed by Alastor and Charlie, respectively. Vaggie gave the Princess a reassuring thumbs up before she and Nifty disappeared into the tents at the end of their respective queues.



Charlie gave the veritable mob one final look over as she steeled her nerves.



“Okay. Let’s begin!” She yelled. And just like that, the first five walked up.



Angel Dust



The first demon to walk up to Angel was, surprisingly, one he recognized.



“Cherri?” He asked in confusion, a small smile on his face. “You got first dibs on my bits?”



The spunky, one-eyed demon smiled brightly as she nodded. “Yep. Got you, the Princess and her girlfriend rostered for this.” She stood before him, hands on her hips. “Penty would’ve been here, but he was too busy with some machine he’s been building. I promised I’d give you an extra hard kick for him.”



“Oh~?” Angel Dust purred, spreading his legs to emphasize his rather large ball sack, which hung vulnerably between his legs. “Well, let’s see what you’ve got, sugar tits.”



Wasting no time, Cherri took one step forward, the other reeling back before it was sent crashing up between the pornstar’s legs with a sickening thud.



Angel let out a wheezing groan as he curled inward, the blow racking his body with the familiar, testicular agony. Her naked foot had caught his sack square in the middle, leaving his balls no room to squirm away before they were crushed against his pelvis.



Cherri let out a sigh, wiggling her toes against the spider demon’s bits for a moment before dropping her foot back to the ground. Angel’s arms twitched, obviously wanting to cover up his injured balls, but he resisted the urge.



“D-damn, bitch, you got me good.” He spoke, smiling thinly. He knew the only reason he hadn’t covered up was because of the pill. Already he could feel the nausea that had sprouted up begin to fade.



“Nice. Think you can handle the second one?”



Before he could respond, her foot was there, slamming his orbs into his pelvis like a run-away semi. This time he actually bent over so far his face hit Cherri’s leg as it was buried in his balls. The familiar ache and nausea shot through him like an explosion, and when the cyclops brought her leg down, he had no problem cupping his family jewels, trying with all his might not to fall.



“Oooooh, got ya good that time, hun?” Cherri asked, sharp teeth glinting as she smiled.



Angel took a few deep breaths while he gave his ball pouch a few gentle squeezes before righting himself, albeit still a bit hunched over.



“Nothing I ain’t taken before, sweet cheeks.”



“Good. I’d hate to be the one to take you down so early.” With that, she turned and left, waving over her shoulder. “I’ll see ya around, Dusty. Got a few cunts waiting for me that are just begging to be kicked.”



Angel didn’t respond, instead focusing on the pain in his balls while he waited for his two minute break to be up.



“Back to the grind, eh boys?” He muttered, giving his pair a playful tap with his palm.



In what felt like no time at all, there was a ding from the clock on a nearby table and the next demon, a tall, lanky figure with scaly skin, began making his way towards him. Angel merely sighed as he spread his legs.



‘Honestly.’ He thought as the demon brought back his leg. ‘What would those girls do without me?’



Then a foot was buried in his crotch and the pain began anew.



Alastor



The first demon to approach Alastor was a fairly slim and pretty woman. She wore a simple, gray dress with black trim, which was almost perfectly complemented by her turquoise-colored skin and dark eyes.



She seemed almost shy as she approached, not meeting the Radio Demon’s eyes until she was a short distance away.



The two stood there in silence for a moment before Alastor spoke up.



“My dear?”



She jerked slightly as though she’d been struck, then finally met his gaze.



“Y-yes?”



“Let me make this clear. You are about to be hit in your precious place by a demon far beyond you, and live to tell the tale. You should feel honored!” He exclaimed, throwing his hands up in celebration.



“O-oh, yes sir, I-whoa!”



She was caught off-guard as two powerful tentacles suddenly appeared at her sides, sneaking past her dress as they wrapped around her legs and lifted her up. When she was maybe three or four feet up, they separated, spreading her legs wide and leaving her dripping pussy open to viewing… and to attack.



It was then that a third tentacle appeared right between her legs, a pulsing, throbbing limb that made the demon start to sweat a little.



“So, my dear. How many times?” Alastor asked. “Once, twice, or thrice?”



“Tw-twice.” She stuttered, gaze not leaving the limb that would soon be busting her.



“Very well.”



With a wave of his staff, the third tentacle reached up, caressing the demon’s pussy for a mere moment or two before rearing back.



THWAP!



It slapped her cunt with force, causing her to let out a euphoric yelp of pain and pleasure. Her back straightened in an instant, like she’d been shocked, before she fell limp once again. Her face was red, and she was panting heavily as her pussy dripped its juices onto the tentacle beneath her, giving it a small, shiny coating.



“How are you doing, deary?” He asked, his Cheshire grin growing a tad bit wider.



“I-I’m fine. Just, go again please!” She practically begged. Alastor nodded before meeting her demands.



With a wave of his cane, the tentacle slowly slid past the demon’s dripping cunt, causing her to close her eyes and shiver violently, before dropping back down beneath her. He waited for her to look down before he flicked a finger up.



The limb slammed upwards between the demon’s thighs with a hearty slapping noise. This time she shrieked, body shaking as, no doubt, pain and pleasure racked her body simultaneously. As she had her moment, Alastor retracted the two tentacles holding her legs, leaving the demon’s weight resting painfully on her crotch.



Eventually, when she seemed coherent enough, he removed the last tentacle. She fell straight to her knees, then face-first on the ground with her ass in the air, hands clutching her dripping cunt.



“While I hate to rush you, I’m afraid that you must leave here in two minutes.” He helpfully informed the half-conscious demon. “Need to keep things moving, you see.”



She gave a moan that might’ve been confirmation, or might’ve just been her masturbating, then went back to clutching her pussy.



The Radio Demon merely hummed a tuneless song while he waited. It took almost the whole two minutes, but the demon managed to get her legs beneath her enough to stagger off, one hand still clutching her drenched cunt.



‘Ah. I must admit.’ Alastor thought as the next demon, a feline-looking one, with navy blue fur, approached. ‘This is quite fun.’



The cat-girl dropped her shorts and kicked them aside before standing before the Radio Demon with her legs spread and her furry cunt wide open.



“I’ve dreamed of this.” She spoke in a thick, Texan accent, eyes almost sparkling as she stared at him.



“Well, let’s not waste time, shall we?” He asked, tentacle already forming between her legs. There was a slap, then a shriek, and then she was down.



‘Quite fun indeed.’



Charlie



The first demon to approach her was a female hellhound. She wore a simple jacket and shorts, with only some basic wrappings around her feet. Her fur was an off-white color, and her magenta-colored hair matched her eyes.



As she approached, Charlie had opened her mouth to speak when the hellhound spoke first.



“I’m gonna kick your cunt three times. Think you can manage that Princess?”



Charlie took a deep breath, then nodded as she spread her legs. “Yes. I’m ready.”



“Good.”



And that was the entirety of their interaction when the hellhound shot her leg forward, ramming it into the pussy of the Princess of Hell.



The force of the kick actually lifted Charlie from the ground for a moment, weight resting entirely on her cunt, before the leg retracted and she fell three or four inches back to the ground.



The shock and agony of the kick had actually left her speechless and paralyzed. She didn’t move or make a noise past a high-pitched “eeeee” noise.



Then, the second kick came thundering past her thighs and into her cunt, slamming into her lower lips with a squelching noise. A burst of nausea exploded in her gut and her voice suddenly was working again.



“Urghhh.” She groaned, tilting forward slightly, though her arms remained firmly by her side.



“Last one Princess, Imma make it count!”



‘Wait.’ Charlie thought, though her mouth didn’t move.



Due to her leaning position, she was able to get a full view as the hellhound's foot sailed into view, shot up between her legs, and then into her cunt.



THUMP!!



“Urg!” Charlie grunted loudly, hands grasping fruitlessly at the demon dog’s foot, which was still buried in her pussy.



“Awww, what’s wrong?” The hellhound taunted. “Little princess can’t take it?”



She ripped her leg back out of Charlie’s cunt, which sent a new wave of pain rolling through her as the Princess of Hell fell to her knees, pussy dripping, before falling flat on the floor.



As the dog walked away, Charlie barely heard her mutter something about “telling the others” and couldn’t help but groan as she cupped her aching cunt and curled up into a ball, waiting for the two minute timer to ring.



‘The pill was a good idea.’ She thought as the bell rang and she got to her feet with only some mild pain left. She looked up to see a muscular female with horns and a skull t-shirt march over.



‘Oh, hell.’



“Hello.” She spoke. “How m-?”



Then there was a foot buried in her cunt and Charlie’s face met the floor for the second time in three minutes.



Vaggie



Vaggie’s first demon to enter her tent was a female goat-like imp, with the traditional horns and wings. She had dark skin and a single red eye, which was the same color as the skirt she wore.



She approached the moth-demon and bowed politely.



“Hello. Thank you for offering yourself in such a way.”



“Uh, you’re welcome.” Vaggie replied, feeling self-conscious at the way the imp stared at her breasts and twat. “How many?”



“Two knees, if you don’t mind.”



“Alright.” Vaggie nodded, then spread her legs and put her hands behind her back. The imp stepped forward, placing her hands on Vaggie’s shoulders. She did a few test runs, gently bumping her knee against the moth-demon’s cunt before looking her in the eyes.



“Are you ready?”



She hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, jus-”



THWACK!



Without warning, the imp’s hard knee met Vaggie’s pussy, driving the air from her lungs in shock at the explosion of pain and nausea. Her legs suddenly lost their strength, forcing her to lean her head on the imp’s shoulder.



“Fuck.” She groaned, panting.



“One more.”



Vaggie’s eyes widened. “Wa-”



THUD!!



“Gah!” She grunted as her pussy was brutally kneed once more. Pain blossomed in her groin, spreading up throughout her entire body. With no strength left in her legs, she slid off the demon’s knee and onto her own, clutching her injured pussy tightly.



As she sat there, kneeling on the ground in pain, she saw the imp bow once more.



“Thank you for your service.”



And with that, she left.



Vaggie squinted at the tent exit for a moment before sighing and shaking her head, rubbing her aching cunt.



‘Still wish we’d gone with the purely ball-busting route. Would’ve saved us a lot of pain.’ She thought as she waited for the timer to ring.



When it did, she called in the next participant, who happened to be a burly, gorilla-like demon with muscles like tree-trunks and yellow eyes that promised her snatch only pain. Her eyes widened in horror as she looked down at her pussy.



“I’m sorry.” She whispered to it, and moments later, when she’d had the air driven from her lungs and she was on the floor wheezing and clutching her cunt for all she was worth, she truly was sorry.



Nifty



Nifty’s first demon was a shorter, owl-like demon, complete with fluffy feathers and big, blue eyes. His beak clacked together in nervousness as he approached the smaller demon.



“Hi.” He muttered, wringing his feathered hands together nervously.



“Hi!” Nifty replied excitedly. “You wanna get your balls busted?”



The demon blushed lightly and nodded. “Y-yeah. Three kicks, please.”



“Okay! That’s what I’m here for. Leave it to me!”



He curled a brow in confusion. “Leave it t-?”



Before he could react, Nifty had pulled back her leg as far as she could before sending it flying into the owl’s nards with a thump.



He yelped loudly as her legs slammed into his egg sack, trapping the poor orbs between her leg and his pelvis.



She held it there for a moment before dropping it back down. No sooner had she done so that he reached for his balls, but she was expecting that.



THUD!!



“Arghh!” He yelled out as her leg fired out like a cannon, slamming into his nuts like a freight train. He grabbed at her leg, fruitlessly trying to remove the offending limb from his sack, only for her to grab his arms, lift them up like they were pipe cleaners, and give him a smile.



“Last one!”



Then she brought her leg back down, took aim, and sent her next kick crashing into the poor demon’s balls with no mercy. There was an audible squelching noise and the demon let out a squawk as her leg hit home one last time, squishing his balls to a fraction of their usual size.



She let go of his arms, allowing him to clutch his orbs and fall groaning to the floor.



“Alright. Now, be ready to go in 2 minutes, okay?”



“Urrggh…” Was his response.



Humming to herself, Nifty tested out a few of her kicks while she waited for the two minutes to pass. When they did, and the owl demon managed to drag himself out of the tent, she happily called in the next participant, a lanky, spider-like demon with two dark eyes.



Then, when she was kicking his balls into his throat, she couldn’t help but think how lucky she was, to be working at the Happy Hotel.