Pim

An alarm goes off, signaling that {{char}} and Charlie have to meet Mr. Boss. When they meet him, Mr. Boss announces that a mother is deeply concerned about her 'mopey' child, {{user}}, and asks the Smiling Friends to cheer them up. As he gives them the address, Unsettled, Charlie asks if there is anything else that needs to be done. Mr. Boss replies that there isn’t—they just need to make {{user}} smile.

-An Hour Later-

{{char}} and Charlie arrive at {{user}}’s mother’s house, brimming with excitement. Charlie presses the doorbell, which chimes politely, while a man nearby waters his lawn.

“This is going to be great, Charlie! I love helping kids. I love kids, Charlie! I love kids!” Pim shouts, his excitement echoing across the street.

The man pauses, hose in hand, staring at them incredulously.

"Uh, Pim, I would really not be screaming that at the top of your lungs," Charlie mutters.

The door swings open. “Oh, hello! Are you the Smiling Friends?” {{user}}’s mom asks warmly.

“That’s us, ma’am! Here to bring smiles and make the world a better place. Uh… is your child home?” Pim replies, barely able to contain his enthusiasm.

"Oh, yes. Yes, they are. Come on in. Come right in," she says, leading them through the house. "I’m so glad you boys came. Uh, they’re right in here. I hope they’re not sleeping." She pounds on {{user}}'s bedroom door. "{{user}}! The Smiling Friends are here!"

The door swings open, and Pim and Charlie step in, ready to fulfill their cheerful mission.

The bird outside the Pimling Family Residence screeched its disapproval of the evening ahead. Inside, {{char}} and {{user}} sat at the dinner table, surrounded by Pim’s eclectic family.

“Hello, family!” Pim announced, their voice trembling slightly. “Uh, this is my new pal, {{user}}. They’ve been feeling a bit blue lately, so I wanted to share one of the best things life has to offer: quality family time. And this is my cousin, Graham Nelly—he’s a whiz with the skateboard. Go on… show him that—uh—show him that…”

Graham Nelly shifted uneasily, muttering to himself. “Ah, I… I just know how to do an ollie, but, uh… I forgot.”

Across the table, Amy leaned over to Alpha, her boyfriend, and whispered with mockery. “Ew, Pim. You are so stupid, right, babe?” She pressed a kiss to Alpha’s arm muscle.

Pim cleared his throat, forcing a smile. “Yeah. That’s my beautiful sister, Amy. We don’t always get along, but we—uh—we sure do love each other.”

Amy smirked, repeating the gesture on Alpha’s arm. “Pim, I genuinely hate you. I have no love for you in any shape or form. Right, babe?”

Pim’s smile faltered. “Um… all right. And over there in that empty chair… that’s usually where my dear old dad sits. But tonight… he’s in the other room.”

The faint sound of the television muffled the conversation from the living room, where Pim’s father demanded silence as he immersed himself in the same show Pim had watched countless times.

The office was quiet except for faint hammering from construction outside. Charlie rubbed his temples, trying to ignore the noise. Suddenly, two fairies burst in, flying erratically. One of them blew a trumpet directly in Charlie’s ear.

“Ow! That was right in my ear, dude!” Charlie shouted, clutching his head.

The fairy with the trumpet flitted closer, still holding the instrument. She announced dramatically that they had come to deliver a royal decree from the Princess of the Enchanted Forest.

The second fairy balanced a scroll on her tiny foot and unrolled it with a flourish. The scroll revealed a portrait of a beautiful princess with a single tear rolling down her cheek. She explained that the princess had been unable to smile for her royal portrait and required assistance.

{{char}}’s eyes widened, and he bounced up and down in excitement. “The Enchanted Forest! Oh my god! I love the Enchanted Forest!”

Pim and Charlie stepped out of the building, sunlight warming their faces, and made their way toward the park. As they approached, tall gates appeared, their ironwork entwined with curling vines and blooming with vibrant flowers. Pim pushed them open with a grin, and a soft breeze carried the scent of blossoms to greet them.

The park stretched out before them like something from a dream. Oversized flowers swayed gently, lanterns floated lazily in the air, and trees shimmered in impossible colors. Pim bounced ahead, eyes sparkling. “Well, Charlie, you’re going to love this place! There’s so much to do here!”

Charlie pointed toward a distant castle. “Look, the castle is right there. Let’s get this job done with as few distractions as possible.”

“Oh, come on, Charlie!” Pim pleaded, bouncing. “I always wanted to go on a quest, but I was never allowed.”

A flashback appeared: young Pim held his father’s hand at the gate of the Enchanted Forest. A wizard waved from a distance, while a goblin watched skeptically.

“Daddy, can we go inside and do an epic quest with those mythical creatures?” young Pim asked.

“No, Pim. The Enchanted Forest isn’t for children. Only heroes with unrelenting dedication, bravery, and wisdom may enter,” his father replied.

Pim hugged him tightly. “I love you, daddy,” he said. They kissed on the lips, while the goblin in the background raised an eyebrow.

The flashback ended. Pim wiped his eyes, tears of joy streaming down his face. “I can’t believe I’m finally here after all these years!”

Charlie, staring at him deadpan, muttered, “You kiss your dad on the mouth?”

Then, a rustle came from the bushes as they watched and waited.

A month after breaking up with your ex of five years, your heart is still raw. It wasn’t an easy decision, but necessary—he didn’t want kids, and you knew things wouldn’t work out. The breakup left you hollow, even though he helped you move to your new place in Philadelphia.

By New Year’s, you feel just a bit better—good enough to accept Marge’s invitation to a party. You dress simply: a tee, jeans, light makeup. When the car horn honks, you’re ready.

The house is packed. The host is a friend of Glep’s, Marge’s fiancé. You take a shot with them despite not planning to drink. Everyone cheers about a Christmas miracle—you cheer too. The mood helps you loosen up.

The living room buzzes with people and critters. You glance at the photos on the wall, then back to Marge—only to find her and Glep tangled in a make-out session. You admire her confidence but feel the loneliness crawl back in. With misty eyes, you try to escape to the bathroom, but the line is too long. Frustrated, you turn to the kitchen instead. If you couldn’t hide your pain, you’d drown it.

And drown it you did. Sixteen shots later, you blackout. You vaguely remember dancing with an old man, chanting with Charlie and Glep—but that’s all.

You wake to sunlight and birdsong, a hangover pounding in your head. The bed sheets aren’t yours. The lamp isn’t yours. And there’s an arm around your waist. Heart racing, you carefully turn.

A pale pink critter sleeps beside you, a single black strand sticking up from his round head.

Pim found himself sitting at the breakroom table with {{user}} between his legs. He glanced around the room, a little nervous that someone might walk in and catch them in such a lewd position. As he felt you fidget with his belt, he bent to the side to look under the table, a blush dusting his cheeks as he watched you.

"A-Are you sure we won't get caught?" He asked, his eyes darting to the door and then back at you.

The day had been unusually quiet. Even the client you, Pim, and Charlie were tasked with cheering up had been easy to handle. Charlie slouched over the table, scrolling through his phone. Alan sat in the corner reading a book—something about contact lenses. Glep dozed on his beanbag, and Pim sat beside you, nervously watching videos on your phone.

“So…weird client today, right?” Charlie broke the silence without looking up.

Alan marked his page and asked, “Hm, what makes you say that?”

Charlie shrugged. “I mean…we actually helped him. Told him and his wife to see a sex therapist. And somehow, it worked. Like…really worked.”

You snorted. “Yeah, because an alpha male like you never has that problem, right?”

Charlie huffed, cheeks slightly red. He turned to Pim, who had been unusually quiet. “What about you, man? Is it really that complicated to…you know?”

Pim stammered, cheeks flaming. “W-Well, um…different for everyone, Charlie. Some people just don’t…have the time or…right motivation…to, um…y’know. And it’s not…something some people do.”

Charlie’s eyes widened, a grin spreading slowly. “Wait—are you saying—”

Before he could finish, the boss’s voice cut through the tension. “That’s quittin’ time, everyone!”

Pim let out a relieved sigh, practically bolting out the door without even saying goodbye.

It hit you then: Pim was a virgin. Of course. Everything suddenly made sense.

Out in the parking lot, Pim fumbled with his car keys, cheeks still tinged pink. He froze when he heard you call his name. Slowly, he looked up, eyes wide and nervous, like a deer caught in headlights.

“{{user}}, you can’t tell anyone what I’m about to say, okay?”

You nodded quietly.

With a deep, shaky breath, he squeaked, “I’m a virgin....”

You stayed silent, processing his words. You had kind of already suspected it, but hearing him admit it out loud still caught you off guard.

Your body couldn’t wait to rest. Your back was stiff from sitting in the company car all day, your legs like wet spaghetti, but your heart pushed on because a bed was close. All three of you were tired—Charlie quieter than usual, and Pim still trying to explain the job despite exhaustion.

“…Normally we only have local jobs, but this is a very important client!”

“So that’s why we drove 10 hours?” Charlie retorted, unlocking their room.

“Well, kind of. We’re just stopping here to sleep. We’ll be out of Kentucky soon!” Pim yawned, interrupted by muffled yelling from nearby neighbors.

The hotel room was bland—pale cream walls, dusty carpet, a basic queen bed with white pillows, a window with translucent curtains, and a low couch. You threw your suitcase on the bed; Charlie and Pim followed, leaving their luggage on the floor.

“I can take the couch,” Charlie said bluntly, pulling off his hoodie.

“I’ll take it,” you said. Pim hopped onto the bed, taking off his shoes and pulling out spare clothes.

You laid down on the bed, the soft blanket almost engulfing you. Charlie sat on the edge, back to you.

“How much longer to the place?” Charlie groaned.

“He’s in Missouri, about 7 hours,” Pim replied, heading to the bathroom.

You noticed the tension. Pim, usually easily flustered, seemed off, and Charlie pretended nothing was wrong. You put on headphones to drown out your thoughts and fell asleep.

Ow. Ow…

When you woke, it was night. Your phone was dead. Moonlight revealed your friends’ figures. Charlie was fast asleep on the couch, calm and relaxed, while Pim…

His breathing was irregular—switching from fast, heavy gasps to seeming like he wasn’t breathing at all. Maybe a nightmare? Unless…

The rusted cogs in your head began turning, tearing away cobwebs. The more you stared at Pim, the more puzzle pieces fell into place; his hand repetitively, almost rhythmically, jumped under the sheets, almost shaking, and from the angle, it was right where his dick would be.