Disclaimer: Hokochu is probably copyrighted to Cartoon Network - who he actually belongs to is another matter entirely… Lutra
For Joules.
There's a very good fanart pic of Hokochu here
Lord Hokochu, supreme ruler of his ever-expanding realm, regarded the short, somewhat plump bipedal female before him with some bemusement. Completely unremarkable to look at, certainly compared with his own magnificence, she stood with her eyes decorously cast downwards and her short-digited hands clasped lightly in front of her. Hokochu's brilliant blue eyes narrowed; she didn't appear to be the least bit scared of him. With his strong and slender pale-blue arms folded across his breastplate, the Dread Lord prowled slowly around the female, inspecting her uninviting form from all sides, not entirely convinced he wasn't on the receiving end of some sort of joke. But surely no one would be stupid enough to play a joke on him, Lord Hokochu? To do so would invite certain - messy, protracted - death! He wasn't a being renowned for his sense of humour. But still, his guest had presented her to him with his compliments…
He completed his inspection and returned to stand in front of her again. A booted foot tapped petulantly against the richly carpeted floor of his state room; the female hadn't moved, hadn't even twitched. Her silent, quiescent demeanour was… irritating.
"You've come highly recommended." Lord Hokochu injected as much disbelief and derision as he could into the terse statement.
"I am skilled, my Lord," the female's voice was soft and pleasantly modulated. "My master is pleased with my service."
Hokochu sniffed disdainfully.
"Maybe your master has lower standards than I." He sighed - the sound of one about to embark on an unpleasant task simply because one must - and flapped an elegant hand in her general direction. "Very well, continue, but remember - " he drew himself up to his full, imposing height and glowered down at the inferior being, "If I am displeased with you, not only will you suffer but so will your master, his family and all of his kind!" Lord Hokochu ended his monologue with his head thrown back dramatically and a positively evil smile that drew his lips aside to reveal long, wickedly sharp fangs.
Apparently unfazed by his threat, the female lifted her eyes to gaze placidly up at the demonic overlord towering above her.
"Would you care for some refreshment, my Lord, while I run your bath…?"
Hokochu lounged testily in the high-backed and sumptuously upholstered seat, growing more peevish by the second. That stupid female had been ensconced in the bathroom for ages. By all that was diabolical, how long did it take to run a bath? He took another sip of the sweetly effervescent, pale green concoction she'd made for him and his scowl lightened a fraction. Whatever this was he was drinking it was rather good, there was a pleasant glow spreading out slowly from somewhere in his chest…
"If you would care to come in now, my Lord, your bath is ready."
The female's soft voice jerked Hokochu out of his amiable mental wanderings.
"About time!" he growled, though his heart wasn't in it, and stalked past her into the bathroom.
Was it different in here?
The Dread Lord glanced around the normally strictly utilitarian room with a frown. The lighting was slightly dimmer than usual and… he couldn't quite put his finger on it but the atmosphere was somehow… harmonious? He narrowed his eyes again, carefully scrutinizing the space.
Ahah!
The general disorder of his toiletries had been cleared away leaving the flat surfaces clean and uncluttered and - he blinked - some of his towels had been neatly folded and hung in a pleasing colour combination over the rail attached to the wall.
And then there was the bath…
Hokochu rarely used the bath, finding it too time-consuming to fill the huge sunken tub, preferring instead the quick and efficient shower unit. But, filled as it was now with gently steaming, amethyst tinted water the bath actually looked inviting.
"My Lord," the small female spoke quietly, "if I may undress you -"
"I can undress myself!" Hokochu snapped. The female inclined her head politely.
"If that is your wish, my Lord, but it can be… pleasant, to have someone else remove your clothes," she paused, "and it is part of a groom's function…"
"Oh very well," he grumbled. A small smile appeared on the female's plain, pale face and she indicated a padded stool beside the bath.
"If you could sit there, please, my Lord."
The Dread Lord did so, with ill-grace, set against enjoying the experience. The female knelt with surprising ease between his feet then ran sure hands up the shining black of one of his thigh-high boots. She found and released the catch that held the supple leather in place then, tugging gently she eased the boot down and away, placing it neatly to one side before tackling the other. Hokochu wriggled his newly-freed toes, then to his astonishment, the female lifted one of his feet and placed it gently in her lap.
"What are you doing?"
"My master finds this enjoyable, my Lord," she gave him another small, sweet smile, "I thought you might also." With that she placed her palms on either side of his foot then slowly and with a light pressure, swept her hands up the length of his long, pale-blue leg to the middle of his thigh.
Despite himself, Hokochu sighed with pleasure, his eyes drifting half-closed as she repeated the action a few more times before doing the same with his other leg.
"How was that, my Lord?" the female asked as she removed his foot from her lap.
"All right, I suppose," Hokochu said with studied nonchalance, seeing no reason to mention the stirring in his sex-organs her simple touch had provoked. The female nodded in a satisfied manner, then stood up and moved to stand beside him. She unclasped his scarlet cloak from the spiked paldrons, folded it and put it aside, then set about deftly removing the decorated breast plate. With that done she quickly stripped the long black gloves off of his arms… which left only his groin guard to remove…
"If you could stand, please, my Lord."
The female eased the tip of a finger underneath the top edge of the flexible metal, breaking the static seal, enabling her to carefully peel the garment away from his skin.
She kept her eyes lowered but the faint colour spreading over her cheeks, coupled with the minute tremor in her pudgy fingers, was more than enough to tell the smug Dread Lord that once again his… endowments had made an impression.
"If - if you wouldn't mind, my Lord -"
Hokochu smirked; with his legs together the female was only able to partially remove the guard; her hand was trapped between his half-erect sex and the top of his thighs. The Dread Lord consciously, deliberately, dipped his flanged, prehensile organ a little to brush against her fingers, gaining a perverse satisfaction from her deepening blush.
Not so unflappable now, eh?
The female tugged lightly on the guard, a gentle reminder that she couldn't finish the task without his co-operation. Hokochu's smirk broadened and he wriggled his feet apart, making a small gap between his thighs. Still crimson, the female removed the rest of the guard, peeling it slowly away from his groin and where it sat snugly between the cleft of his buttocks. Was it his imagination or did her hand linger on one of his cheeks a second longer than was strictly necessary?
"If you would care to get into the bath now, my Lord..."
Hokochu slid into the comfortably hot water with a sigh. He lay back and closed his eyes – this was quite pleasant, maybe he should indulge himself in this manner more often...
The female cleared her throat quietly and Hokochu deigned to half-open one sky-blue eye.
"With your permission, my Lord..."
She'd removed the lower part of her clothing though she was still covered from neck to knees by the simple, loose tunic she wore.
"What?"
"It is more efficient for me to be in the bath –"
"Why?"
The female blinked her large, pale eyes and frowned ever so slightly.
"So I can bathe you properly, my Lord."
"... oh..." the Dread Lord involuntarily sank himself lower in the water. "Oh well, I suppose if you must..." he drawled in a bored manner.
"Thank you, my Lord."
He didn't exactly watch her warily as she stepped into the tub – after all, what did he, Lord Hokochu, have to fear from a small, chubby female – but there was no harm in vigilance.
She smiled sweetly at him and picked up a large sponge, then starting with his feet the female quite literally bathed him...
Hokochu had never realised just how exquisitely sensitive his feet were. The female lingered over his toes, washing each one individually with the sponge, wiping softly between the long digits and along the balls of his feet before moving up to lavish the same attention on his instep, his heels, the front of his feet. The Dread Lord found himself relaxing under her ministrations – maybe he wouldn't kill her master after all.
The female worked her way slowly up each of his legs, gently bending his knees up so she could scrub the backs of his calves and thighs. The sponge crept closer and closer to his groin and Hokochu found himself intrigued as to what she would do once she got there. He circumspectly watched the female's face as she gently scrubbed across the top of his thighs. Her pale skin hadn't lost its flush but other than that her features were fixed in a pleasant but neutrally bland expression. Hokochu let his thighs drift open in anticipation - the sponge was just brushing the sensitive skin below his now almost completely erect organ – then scowled as the sponge landed squarely in the middle of his abdomen.
He regarded the female narrowly; her expression hadn't changed but he was getting the unmistakable impression of smugness.
Hokochu wasn't able to dwell on it for very long though. The female was assiduously working the sponge over his firm, flat stomach and up to his well-developed pectoral muscles. The action wasn't having quite the impact it had on the lower half of his body but it was still distractingly pleasing.
"If you could sit up please, my Lord..."
Hokochu considered not moving – let the infuriating creature work around him – but pushed himself up anyway. She slid smoothly behind him and began cleaning his shoulders and back. He slumped forwards, relaxed and soothed by the sponge moving in small circles over ice-blue skin made a shade darker by the heat of the water.
"You can lie back now, if you please, my Lord..."
Hokochu did as he was bid without a murmur, suffused with a sense of well-being. There was a tiny, rational part of his mind admonishing him for letting his guard slip - he'd made himself vulnerable by relaxing so completely. The Dread Lord told it to shut up and go away, as the absolute overlord of his realm wasn't he entitled to some relaxation occasionally?
The female washed his arms, paying the same sort of attention to his hands as she'd done to his feet and going so far as using a soft bristled brush to clean underneath his elegantly long, painted nails. Hokochu stirred from his half-doze when he felt the sponge wipe over his neck.
"I'm going to wash your hair now, my Lord," the female informed him, her voice so low and soothing it didn't make any ripples in his tranquil state. "If you could close your eyes, please, my Lord..." Hokochu nodded absently, letting his eyes drift shut. Soon after he felt the flow of warm water over his head. The female thoroughly wet his long mass of rich blue hair then massaged in a sweetly-scented shampoo, her fingertips gentle over his scalp. That was rinsed out and another, different type of lotion was worked into his hair.
"My Lord, if you could turn over please?" the female said, "I'll finish washing your back while that's working."
Hokochu considered asking what 'that' was but it was too much effort. He rolled over in the water, resting his arms on the edge of the tub, his cheek on his arms. The female was as good as her word, picking up where she'd left off, lightly scrubbing the sponge over his lower back... and further down. The Dread Lord's eyes snapped open as the sponge worked its way with intent between his thighs, tantalisingly moving back and forth over the delicate skin at the tops of his legs. His penis flowed erect again, curving back, the tip flaring against his belly and he groaned.
"Turn over again, please, my Lord," she murmured close to his ear. Hokochu did so, quickly, his movements creating waves in the water. The female's eyes widened briefly at the sight of him fully erect but frustratingly she made no move in that direction. The Dread Lord glowered – if she thought to tease him any further these waters would be stained with whatever passed for her blood!
"I need to wash the lotion out of your hair first, my Lord."
"Get on with it," he growled and the female hastened to obey. Hokochu smirked; the female's hands were trembling as she quickly sloshed more water over his head. Very soon she was finished and she sat back in the water, eyes lowered, sponge gripped tightly in her short fingers.
"With your permission, my Lord..."
He nodded curtly and the female set about finishing her task.
She was very gentle, at first, moving the sponge slowly up and down his firm shaft. Hokochu drew his lips back and hissed in pleasure at the gentle abrasion, letting his eyes drift closed... only to have them fly open again as something hot and supple closed around the opened tip of his flexible organ. He looked up, somewhat wildly, to see the female had disappeared under the water - then his vision hazed as something long and agile rippled around the top of his penis and probed teasingly into the tremendously sensitive opening. Unknowingly, Hokochu twisted his fingers into the female's silky hair, gritting his teeth and whimpering as she continued doing whatever it was she was doing. He dimly wondered how she was able to stay submerged for so long but not once considered letting go of her hair. Hokochu groaned aloud, the muscles of his neck straining as a low vibration hummed against him sending tendrils of delight shooting deep into his pelvis. The Dread Lord was reduced to a quivering bundle of pleasure for a blissful few seconds before he was coming, harder than he had for a long time, pulsing his viscous, creamy semen into he didn't know what.
Gasping for breath, Hokochu peered down into the water. The female was still submerged but he assumed she hadn't drowned because there was still activity - gentling, soothing activity - being carried out on him. Which was good, the Dread Lord thought, it would be a shame if he'd inadvertently killed her. Belatedly he relaxed the death grip he had on her hair, let his hands fall away and waited for her to resurface. She did, after a few anxious - though he'd never admit it - moments. Hokochu scrutinised the female; she didn't look any the worse for her protracted submersion, in fact there was barely any change in her respiration.
"I hope that was satisfactory, my Lord," she said placidly, keeping her eyes lowered.
"I suppose so." The Dread Lord's powerful voice betrayed the tiniest quaver, at odds with the jaded tone he was striving for. The female nodded minutely then peeped up at him; her pale eyes were very bright, Hokochu noticed now, and she was still flushed.
"Sometimes, my Lord," she murmured, "when my master is pleased with me -"
"Hmm?" Hokochu decided to keep his vocalisations to a minimum - until his voice could be trusted again.
" - he rewards me."
The Dread Lord frowned: rewarding servants? What a bizarre custom.
"How?"
She was looking squarely, almost hopefully at him, and her voice dropped to the faintest whisper, "Sometimes he… helps me pleasure myself…"
Hokochu grimaced.
"Your master fucks you?"
"Oh no," the female said hastily, if wistfully, "nothing like that, my Lord, he simply… gives me a hand."
The Dread Lord found himself in a bit of a quandary. On the one side the… pleasure of a mere servant was beneath his notice, but on the other… what harm could there be in displaying his magnanimous nature?
"Show me," he demanded, "how your master rewards you."
He was almost blinded by the small female's beaming smile. She shifted from her position between his splayed legs to kneel close, but not quite touching, at his side.
"If you would give me your hand, my Lord," she sounded breathless and indeed her chest was rising and falling rapidly now. Unwillingly curious, Hokochu presented the female with a slender hand, frowning at the water-logged wrinkles in his skin - there was another reason to have showers rather than baths.
"Thank you, my Lord," the female gently clasped his hand and drew it down into the water and towards her - she'd raised her tunic a little, he noticed, "if you could put your fingers here - " she guided his hand between her spread thighs, quivering as she gently pressed his fingertips against a small patch of raised flesh, "I would be most grateful, my Lord."
"Just hurry up," the Dread Lord snapped, more for appearance's sake than for any real annoyance he felt.
"Yes, my Lord."
The female's hand disappeared beneath her tunic and Hokochu could feel her short digits bumping gently against his as she rhythmically pushed herself into his fingers. He watched, intrigued despite himself, as the female's breathing accelerated and she tipped her head back, eyes closed and her lips open. Almost before he'd realised it she was shuddering, uttering a tiny cry - then slumping back against the wall of the bath and panting heavily.
"Th-thank you, my Lord."
Hokochu couldn't think of anything to say so he stayed silent while the female drew away from him and composed herself.
"Would you care to stay in the bath a little longer, my Lord?" the female was all demure business again.
The Dread Lord took the matter under consideration and decided, reluctantly, that he'd better not - he had guests to overawe, after all. The female nodded and climbed out of the bath, retrieving one of the warmed towels.
"When you're ready, my Lord," she held the towel open, poised ready to engulf the Dread Lord's body in its fluffy warmth as soon as he emerged from the water.
In comfortable silence she dried him thoroughly, then attended to his hair - using a small device to quickly evaporate the excess water before brushing the bright-blue mass 'til it shone. She efficiently helped him into fresh versions of his standard dress, then stood quietly to one side while he checked his appearance in the bathroom mirror.
The Dread Lord nodded in satisfaction then spun on his heel to leave - incidentally making his cape swirl dramatically - but he paused before he reached the bathroom door.
"How long do I have you?" he questioned the female.
She blinked.
"You would have to consult with my master on that, my Lord, but I'd imagine he would have no objection loaning me to you until he leaves."
"I will… consult with him." Hokochu said, too preoccupied to notice the surprised, but pleased, look flash over the female's face.
And with that the Dread Lord strode out of his bathroom and back to work, a faintly sweet, faintly floral scent swirling in his wake…