chara writings page (if you linked from that part of the main site.)
it's a muggy morning outside. even indoors, chara is mired in the humidity. monsters do have air conditioning, generally, but even down here, some are granted more comfort than others. all they have to make do with is a few oscillating fans (placed strategically around the house) they found themselves, at the dump. most of the year, it is actually quite cold in waterfall. even more so towards the west end, near snowdin. but in most places, there are a few days at least where it gets hot. not terribly so, but enough for the denizens to feel it... including chara.
oh, but it isn't so bad. chara tells themselves something like this, anyway. how strong and resilient could they truly pride themselves in being, if they were affected at all by something as basic as the temperature? but like it or not, it had some unavoidable consequences. for one, they skipped out on their daily walk, without even thinking about it. just seemed so much better to sit here, in front of the cool mechanical breeze, putting their mind to better use where they can actually think. i mean, not like they wouldn't be able to think on the walk, of course... it would just be... more difficult. and perhaps they might even find themselves at a creatively productive sort of task they hadn't engaged in for too long, nudged aside by other habits - they hadn't done any soap carving in weeks, for example. they found that activity amusing. yes. they would do something like this. in a minute, or two.
however, a great deal more than that had actually begun to pass. idle thoughts started falling away into wordless ones, chara's eyelids drooped and their consciousness started to drift. they had found themselves reclining back in their ratty armchair without intending, and entered a comfortable-enough sort of sleep. they would not remember any dreams.
after about two hours and fifteen minutes, chara woke up. they would have liked to tell you they felt refreshed, but this was not quite the case, although chara did not quite feel miserable either. just a strange, listless sort of feeling, like being aware of the time they just lost as if it was a little wound carved out on their head, not particularly painful, but physically cringe-inducing as the cool air blows over something like exposed nerves. makes them grit their teeth. actually, even with the fan, which they can tell is still on, chara also feels strangely hot and flushed as they rub their eyes. well, it is the afternoon now. must be at least a little warmer.
then, they notice... they're feeling the air current with something else. an erection standing stiff through the fabric of their pants. oh. well, that is certainly not unusual. not at all. but something about the, let's say, environmental factors here made it feel a bit more intense than usual. suddenly the humidity they felt seemed a lot more bearable, almost strangely natural. chara felt themselves throb. the pleasant rush of blood, light stimulation from straining around the organ's physical surroundings. chara idly repeated this a few more times, glancing at it, then staring off into nothing.
their lip twitched. thinking about it for a moment. well, they did not exactly have much else to do. they weren't hungry. the day started out quite strangely anyway. perhaps there was no harm in it. a thought appears, something like "not as if it matters in your pitiful state anyhow," but for once, chara is sensually occupied enough to ignore it and the implications it would typically have. they have given in to temptation.
without much hesitation or fanfare, they loosen their belt and begin to shuffle the clothing covering their lower body downwards. stopping at the thighs, chara leaves just enough exposed to work with. they wrap their long fingers carefully around its lower half, sliding their hand up and squeezing lightly. from this, they can't help but let out a deep sigh. a thought occurs in chara's mind that maybe they needed this after all. perhaps it really is fine to... no. no. they would not go that far. it is just an indulgence, nothing more. forget about that for now.
and forget about it chara did. it would not be long before other, more titilating thoughts and images rushed in to take its place, as they continued to stroke themselves. in the past, they had tried to go about this sort of task without any fantasy or mental assistance at all. but the truth of the matter is that it was simply impractical. inefficient. so by this point, chara allowed themselves this tool, as strangely embarrassed as it made them. chara only thought about monsters, of course. real ones, and theoretical. they had no delusions of finding romance with one, of course, much less did they even have any such desire (or so they tell themselves). but chara could appreciate aesthetically and sexually many of their varied forms, particularly the types with more humanoid features, although they would never become conscious of or admit this natural inclination. they had their favorites, and they would never, ever tell you which they are.
chara continued on with this, keeping a steady pace. not much more is needed, and they were sensitive enough. at times they would show themselves attention in a particular place, rubbing and squeezing the head or the base of their shaft in a particular way they knew they liked. becoming aware of this for a moment, chara had a brief thought about how it might feel for a hand which was not their own to do these things. but they dismissed such an absurdity as soon as it arose. another realization: they hadn't thought about the temperature this whole time. but chara realized very suddenly that they were quite slick with sweat at this point, even with the fan pointed towards them. damn old thing. couldn't *really* blame the object, of course. but the self-blame had to come at a better time. regardless, if they didn't care earlier, chara definitely didn't now.
at least ten minutes of this had passed, which to chara felt like an exceptionally long time. they liked to be over and done with this sort of thing as soon as possible, but for some reason even with that intention, it took them quite a bit longer than usual. chara had to admit it felt quite good, though, at least relative to the kind of limited indulgence they understood. over this time they could feel the pressure slowly building, the pleasure ramping up, nice and gradual. it also allowed them quite the accumulation of pre-cum, making them slick with the combination of such alongside the aforementioned sweat. it was all making chara very hot, to the point where it clouded their perception in a way greatly compounding the intensity of what they were doing. for once, even if very briefly, all chara could focus on was pleasure. and god, did it feel good.
it felt so good, they didn't even notice how heavily they were breathing. how their hips began to buck subtly with every downward movement of their hand. their heartbeat quickened, and they forgot themselves. closer and closer, that was all that mattered. visions of beauty in their head, they almost started allowing themselves to imagine interactions with the objects of their attraction, of bending them to their will, claiming them as their own. grabbing, squeezing, groping, digging their nails in until it bleeds. it was all complete scattershot, chara was overwhelmed by desire. and then, almost without realizing, they were pushed over the edge. chara couldn't help but groan as rope after rope of ejaculate started covering themselves, a few even flying above their head and splattering across their well-maintained hair, or launching over the back of the chair onto the floor. that would be bothersome later. but for now, they were in bliss.
until the inevitable comedown, of course. once chara came to, they suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and anxious. still breathing heavily, they shifted around a little in their seat, and started staring at their wet, sticky fingers, spreading them apart slowly and wearily. it was still hard to think. but it wasn't too long before the routine steps of cleanup started to arrange themselves at the front of their train of thought, bringing much cherished order back to their life as it stood on this lazy, lonely day. so chara picked themselves up and put their mind first to the retrieval of the box of nearby tissues. the rest of their day continued on without much consequence, aside from an impromptu mid-day shower, which they grumbled about to themselves. after going to bed that night, chara would never think back to this relatively unremarkable day ever again.