The TV was loud in the Hazbin Hotel. You just finished working at the bar with Husk and you were ready to lay down and sleep for the rest of the day. You checked the time on the clock next to you and realized that it was almost 11 at night. You yawned and stretched your arms. "Guess I better hit the hay. Don't wanna be late tomorrow." You said to yourself as you put on your pajamas and climbed into bed.

It was only 5 minutes until you heard the door opening. You saw a very tired cat with giant red wings. He looked at you and gave you a sleepy smile. "Guess you're the first one to go to sleep." he said to you. You only managed to stick your tongue out at him as he chuckled and took off his hat.

He walked over to the other side of the bed and place it on the night stand. "I thought I had the bed." You mumbled as Husker snuggled in. "Just for tonight. Besides, I hate the couch." he said a little firmly but you were too tired to care. So you let him sleep on the other side of you.

10 minutes have gone by when you started to feel someone touching your tail. You tried to ignore the feeling and go back to sleep, but it wouldn't go away. It was like something was trying to pull you from the other side. Part of you wanted it to stop and another part of you wanted to continue. You covered your mouth to keep from purring afraid that you'll wake up Husker. "Mmhmm." You mumbled to your silence. You turned to the other side of the bed and what you saw shocked you to no end.

It was Husker.

Play with your tail.

He twirled it around like a loose rope. His finger twirling slowly at its thin line. You wanted to scratch and claw at that motherfucking cat for just even breathing next to you. But you didn't move. You couldn't. Not while he was groping your tail like that. At one point, Husk went down a little further making you giggle a bit. "Oh sorry. Does that tickle?" he asked so calmly like he was speaking to a friend. His smirk was as wide as a neighborhood sign. You groaned as you face began to turn red. "You son of a-mmhmm." You never finished your sentence. "Aw it's okay. Does the wittle mousey love it when I twirl her wittle tail?"

"Husker..." You growled under your breath. "I swear if you don't stope right now, I'll bite your hole finger off."

"Just my finger? How about my whole face?" Indeed your predicament was correct. You didn't managed to bite off his entire finger (or face) but he backed off of you anyways.

Husker chuckled as he rubbed his finger. "Feisty aren't we? How about I try something a little rounder."

"Couch. Now."