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Oops, disregard that. It went off the rails in a different way. In trying to keep it relatively sane, the madness of normalcy crept in. Guys. I can't do this.
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27/500","writing":" Shayna finished fueling her vehicle. She put the pump handle back in its holster. The corgi screwed the gas cap back on. She considered freeing up the pump by getting in her car and pulling forward into a parking space. She decided against it, as there were many other pumps.\n She walked to the convenience store. The doors opened automatically as she approached. She was triggered. She was reminded of the day god wanted cherry tomatoes pushed up in a horse's ass. She tried to shake the thought of it. She had years of therapy and medication since that day. \n A badger stormed past her, she felt him casually grope her breast on his way. Shayna almost called him out on it, but recalled that she needed to keep attention off of herself if she were to live normally. He didn't touch her. She consoled herself with the mantra that god doesn't exist. There were no conditions to meet. She didn't have to comply to mass hysteria if it ever happened again. It was a trick of the mind. \n Though it had been years since she sought to end what her parents called \"a long streak of depravity\", she had a habit of scanning rooms she entered. There was a raccoon by the magazine rack, a young pair of bucks in the Beer Cave, and a cashier, a jackal, at the counter. She made her way through the candy and chip aisle, which dead-ended into the soda section of the wall of refrigerators. She followed it to the tiny egg and dairy section. \n She picked up a package of cheddar, looked at it a moment, then put it back. She picked up a package of provolone. She noticed a mouse approaching her. She haphazardly stuffed the provolone into the refrigerator with the intent to quickly escape. \n \"Not in the mood for [i]cheese[/i]?\" the mouse scoffed. \"That excuse has more holes than a slice of this fine camembert!\"\n Shayna tilted her head, \"Camembert isn't...supposed to have holes?\"\n \"Precisely,\" the mouse replied. He pulled down his pants and stuffed his throbbing erection into the soft cheese.\n \"Oh, fuck,\" he moaned as he kept ruining the cheese with his penis.\n The mouse got on the floor and got down with the small wheel of camembert. It was growing dirty in multiple senses of the word. His butt clenched and released as he humped it across the floor.\n \"Ma'am,\" a small, polite voice called, \"if you don't mind, I'd like to open the refrigerator. You're a bit in the way.\"\n The mouse was standing, clothed in front of her. She took a couple steps backward. Shayna had expected the worst and made it real in her mind. [i]God doesn't exist[/i], she insisted to herself. She took a few calming breaths and counted to four. The mouse was already making his way to the cashier. \n \"He just wanted some cheese,\" the raccoon said behind the corgi. She turned around, startled.\n \"Do you like cheese?\" he asked more insistently, having asked a second time.\n \"Oh, sorry, just been a weird day,\" Shayna admitted. \"Yes, yes I do.\"\n \"I'll give you some, [i]off my dick[/i]!\"\n The raccoon grabbed his crotch, showing Shayna the shape of his junk through the sweat pants.\n \"Special cheese delivery up your ass bitch. Hey everybody, if we jump her she can't fight us all off her twat. I'll hold her down for you if you hold her down for me.\"\n Shayna couldn't believe it. She didn't believe it. It couldn't be happening, so maybe it was. Her \"deviant hysteria\" and \"hallucinatios\" were at least partially consensual. It was never blatantly rape. She never forced herself on others. There was at least a layer of consent in all of the acts.\n \"Get some of this cheesy dick. What? You'd rather clean camembert off a little mouse prick?\"\n Shayna found the crack. There was logic and consistency, because of course there was. It was her mind deceiving herself. If the mouse didn't fuck that cheese, this raccoon wouldn't know about it. So as real as it felt, it wasn't really happening.\n She laughed a little. The raccoon was still by the magazine rack. He was trying to discreetly ogle models posing with motor vehicles. He looked up, felt like he was caught but decided to keep looking, but flipped through pages a little more rapidly to try to make it look like he was interested in cars and motorcycles.\n The corgi made her way back into the chips and candy aisle. One of the bucks was riding the other. They were a cute couple but she had enough of witnessing and partaking of sex in public. She had become normalized to it. She rejected it, she didn't want her normal, she wanted actual normal.\n They were really going at it. Soft, rhythmic percussion happened on every downstroke. The one buck was getting the other one off in his rectum. He was determined. He was keeping a quick but steady pace. He wasn't slowing. Shayna couldn't see who was making the low grunting. She guessed it was the one on his back, one pant leg off, the other half-on. His hands were on his partners hips, helping maintain the pace and keeping him in place. The wet sound of vibrant penetration seemed to be growing louder. The jackal was mopping half-heartedly while waiting to ring up the next customer.\n \"I can't,\" Shayna said. She was gripping the steering wheel like she was trying to force the life out of her idling car. Her gas tank was half-full, but it was daytime, near rush hour. There were too many people going in and out of the convenience store. [i]God doesn't exist[/i], she told herself.\n According to her therapy, there was no one who would join her in spontaneous public sex. No one would solicit her just for being in proximity. Rape like in the news doesn't happen to average people on an average day, especially not in full view of security cameras.\n \"I can't,\" she said again. She wanted to. She wanted to pump her own gas and buy a soda or crackers. She wanted to be normal and show that the medication and therapy meant something. It was too daunting. She couldn't take the chance of having another day ruined by the whims of god. \n She pulled out of the gas station and headed home. She would have her groceries delivered, like always. On occasion, around midnight or just after, she would go into a convenience store to try to buy something to prove that she was making progress. As much as she chanted to herself, she couldn't make god cease to exist. A part of her knew that, but she was compelled to try.","writing_bbcode_parsed":" Shayna finished fueling her vehicle. She put the pump handle back in its holster. The corgi screwed the gas cap back on. She considered freeing up the pump by getting in her car and pulling forward into a parking space. She decided against it, as there were many other pumps.
She walked to the convenience store. The doors opened automatically as she approached. She was triggered. She was reminded of the day god wanted cherry tomatoes pushed up in a horse's ass. She tried to shake the thought of it. She had years of therapy and medication since that day.
A badger stormed past her, she felt him casually grope her breast on his way. Shayna almost called him out on it, but recalled that she needed to keep attention off of herself if she were to live normally. He didn't touch her. She consoled herself with the mantra that god doesn't exist. There were no conditions to meet. She didn't have to comply to mass hysteria if it ever happened again. It was a trick of the mind.
Though it had been years since she sought to end what her parents called "a long streak of depravity", she had a habit of scanning rooms she entered. There was a raccoon by the magazine rack, a young pair of bucks in the Beer Cave, and a cashier, a jackal, at the counter. She made her way through the candy and chip aisle, which dead-ended into the soda section of the wall of refrigerators. She followed it to the tiny egg and dairy section.
She picked up a package of cheddar, looked at it a moment, then put it back. She picked up a package of provolone. She noticed a mouse approaching her. She haphazardly stuffed the provolone into the refrigerator with the intent to quickly escape.
"Not in the mood for cheese?" the mouse scoffed. "That excuse has more holes than a slice of this fine camembert!"
Shayna tilted her head, "Camembert isn't...supposed to have holes?"
"Precisely," the mouse replied. He pulled down his pants and stuffed his throbbing erection into the soft cheese.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned as he kept ruining the cheese with his penis.
The mouse got on the floor and got down with the small wheel of camembert. It was growing dirty in multiple senses of the word. His butt clenched and released as he humped it across the floor.
"Ma'am," a small, polite voice called, "if you don't mind, I'd like to open the refrigerator. You're a bit in the way."
The mouse was standing, clothed in front of her. She took a couple steps backward. Shayna had expected the worst and made it real in her mind. God doesn't exist, she insisted to herself. She took a few calming breaths and counted to four. The mouse was already making his way to the cashier.
"He just wanted some cheese," the raccoon said behind the corgi. She turned around, startled.
"Do you like cheese?" he asked more insistently, having asked a second time.
"Oh, sorry, just been a weird day," Shayna admitted. "Yes, yes I do."
"I'll give you some, off my dick!"
The raccoon grabbed his crotch, showing Shayna the shape of his junk through the sweat pants.
"Special cheese delivery up your ass bitch. Hey everybody, if we jump her she can't fight us all off her twat. I'll hold her down for you if you hold her down for me."
Shayna couldn't believe it. She didn't believe it. It couldn't be happening, so maybe it was. Her "deviant hysteria" and "hallucinatios" were at least partially consensual. It was never blatantly rape. She never forced herself on others. There was at least a layer of consent in all of the acts.
"Get some of this cheesy dick. What? You'd rather clean camembert off a little mouse prick?"
Shayna found the crack. There was logic and consistency, because of course there was. It was her mind deceiving herself. If the mouse didn't fuck that cheese, this raccoon wouldn't know about it. So as real as it felt, it wasn't really happening.
She laughed a little. The raccoon was still by the magazine rack. He was trying to discreetly ogle models posing with motor vehicles. He looked up, felt like he was caught but decided to keep looking, but flipped through pages a little more rapidly to try to make it look like he was interested in cars and motorcycles.
The corgi made her way back into the chips and candy aisle. One of the bucks was riding the other. They were a cute couple but she had enough of witnessing and partaking of sex in public. She had become normalized to it. She rejected it, she didn't want her normal, she wanted actual normal.
They were really going at it. Soft, rhythmic percussion happened on every downstroke. The one buck was getting the other one off in his rectum. He was determined. He was keeping a quick but steady pace. He wasn't slowing. Shayna couldn't see who was making the low grunting. She guessed it was the one on his back, one pant leg off, the other half-on. His hands were on his partners hips, helping maintain the pace and keeping him in place. The wet sound of vibrant penetration seemed to be growing louder. The jackal was mopping half-heartedly while waiting to ring up the next customer.
"I can't," Shayna said. She was gripping the steering wheel like she was trying to force the life out of her idling car. Her gas tank was half-full, but it was daytime, near rush hour. There were too many people going in and out of the convenience store. God doesn't exist, she told herself.
According to her therapy, there was no one who would join her in spontaneous public sex. No one would solicit her just for being in proximity. Rape like in the news doesn't happen to average people on an average day, especially not in full view of security cameras.
"I can't," she said again. She wanted to. She wanted to pump her own gas and buy a soda or crackers. She wanted to be normal and show that the medication and therapy meant something. It was too daunting. She couldn't take the chance of having another day ruined by the whims of god.
She pulled out of the gas station and headed home. She would have her groceries delivered, like always. On occasion, around midnight or just after, she would go into a convenience store to try to buy something to prove that she was making progress. As much as she chanted to herself, she couldn't make god cease to exist. A part of her knew that, but she was compelled to try.","pools_count":0,"title":"In and Out, a Grocery Fantasy","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"text/rtf","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"12","type_name":"Writing - Document","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"46","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}