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She was supposed to be checking them, had been checking them. Making absolutely sure they were free of smudges and cracks before putting them in their boxes. Instead she found herself gazing on. Watching some insufferable semi-regular now backed into a corner by a pink and purple clad kangaroo rat. Watching in slow motion as her withering words started to grind and shred at the defenses of some pathetic little gatekeeper. One of countless who spent undue time here seeking to show girls ‘their place’.\n\n\tThe orange furred feline could only take so many of the barbs before dashing out of the store. Tears in his eyes.\n\n\tDeb was quick to look away just as the scene ended. Her eyes daring back to the games just as the Rat doe and her big bear boyfriend began bantering once more. Soon the bear turned to leave, along with the mole boy who had accompanied the rat girl into the shop. Leaving Deb struggling to keep a straight face when the doe finally made her way to the counter and set down a large box with Futaba from Persona 5 on the front.\n\n\t“Oh, h-hey, Naqi.” Deb muttered.\n\n\t“Hey, Deb. Sorry if I freaked you out. I think I let myself get a bit carried away.” Naqi chuckled\n\n\tDeb shook her head and smiled softly. “What, that guy? Nah. I don’t think anyone would mind anyways. These guys come in here all the time since Hoardraider and Sully’s both kicked them all out. I guess all the other comic shops in town are full up of insufferable jackasses already, huh?”\n\n\tThe sow let her copper brown bangs fall in front of her face. Her eyes fixated on the box. In part to find the bar code. Mostly as a simple means of avoiding any real eye contact. Naqi’s grinning face causing her to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot as she bagged up the statue. And keyed in Naqi’s phone number. One of the dozen or so that Deb had sadly committed to memory thanks to her job.\n\n\t“So what’s the occasion? I thought Ry’s birthday wasn’t for a few months.” Deb quizzed.\n\n\tOne of Naqi’s ears folded down as she tried hard not to laugh. “Ok, how do you know my boyfriend’s birthday?” She laughed.\n\n\t“Because his family all get him GameStop cards. They don’t know what else to get him. SO he comes in here once a year, gets all the cheap obscure JRPGs and pays for them with a bunch of twenty dollar cards. After a while that kinda sears itself into your brain.”\n\n\t“Oh, so what. You’re always in here when that happens?” Naqi giggled.\n\n\t“I mean he gets the ones from Christmas, too. So it’s a lot of cards. Besides, I’m the only one who has the time. I mean, since I dropped out…”\n\n\t“Ok one, you don’t drop out of college, Deb. You take a Hiatus.” Naqi noted. “And two it’s not like you were going to get your investment back anyways. Nobody’s hiring right now.”\n\n\tDeb smiled at the empty platitude. Her half-crooked grin about as much as she could muster at the moment. Her eyes flitting to the cash register readout. “That’ll be… Christ. Two hundred bucks. Wow you must have really screwed up something bad, huh?”\n\n\tNaqi giggled and shook her head, her fingers moving to the black and purple leather band around her neck. “Boy I kinda hope so” She muttered to herself. For a moment the rat doe seemed to forget Deb was even in the room with her. It took Deb clearing her throat for Naqi to pull her card out of her pocketbook and slip the chip in. Going though the whole slow process of verifying the purchase. “nah, it’s just an Anniversary coming up, well, I guess something closeish to it. Plus I have a little surprise for him! I needed something awesome to help really catch him off guard.”\n\n\t“Yeah, but two hundred bucks awesome? I mean come on. What are you, pregnant?”\n\n\tDeb watched her acquaintance grinning. The smile on Naqi’s muzzle growing even as Deb’s face fell slack jawed and her eyes grew bigger than the CDs she’d been stacking. “Oh, oh fuck. Naqi, you’re.”\n\n\t“Two weeks, by my reckoning.” She nodded “I don’t think we’d planned on starting this soon, but I just know he’ll be very, very pleased.” Naqi licked her blue-painted lips and shifted from foot to foot. Again seeming to forget Deb’s mere existence.\n\n\t“Wow. I mean, aren’t you guys a little… young for that? Heck you’ve only been going out less than a year. It all seems like it’s happening kinda fast.”\n\n\t“S-Ry, and I, have been close since we were kids, Deb. And we’re both just a couple years older than you. Hell by the time my mom was my age I was already brown-nosing my teachers. Seriously when did everyone start thinking that your twenties were a bad time to start a family?”\n\n\tSuddenly the thousands of protests Deb would, could have mustered all fell flat. Her shoulders drooped and she painted the best smile she could onto her face. “I guess. I mean, I’m happy for you guys. You all seem really… happy.”\n\n\t“Oh we are.” Naqi nodded “I think the house should be mostly set before our little one arrives, too. We were even going to start looking for old reclaimed kitchen fixtures and seeing about some appliances with my cousin’s Best Buy discount.” She paused, and then sighed. Naqi reaching up to put an arm on Deb’s shoulder. “Look, Deb. I’m sorry. I’m just really super stoked right now. I know you probably don’t want to hear about me rambling, right?”\n\n\t“No it’s fine. I mean we’re, like, semi-friends. And that’s huge news. I want you to be happy. Both of you.” Deb smiled.\n\n\t“You sure? Sure there’s no voodoo dolls back there? No curses on us that seem to be screwing up?”\n\n\tDeb chuckled and shook her head. “No. I mean, I admit the idea of you in a kitchen is kinda bizarre. You still seem so young.”\n\n\t“I am.” Naqi chuckled. “And I’m sure you’ll find someone who makes you that way, too. I really do think everyone has someone out there like that. You just have to look, and wait for it to find you.”\n\n\tThe card reader blared loudly. It’s insufferable chirp now raising up just a bit beyond the voice of the two girls. Naqi quickly pulled it out and stuffed the card back into her hoodie pocket, zipping it up and smirking ear to ear. “Just trust me, ok? Some day you’ll find what you’re looking for too Even if you don’t know what that is right now.”\n\n\t“yeah, sure.” Deb rolled her eyes and turned back to the CDs. Her smile half forced and at this point hard for her to tell how much of it was a mask. “You know, I gotta ask though. What the hell did you find on that vacation of yours?”\n\n\t“Myself.” Naqi chirped even as she sauntered out of the store, leaving the pig to simply stand and stare out into the parking lot, feeling very hollow.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tDeb twisted though the living room with an almost unnatural deftness. One arm was wrapped around a two liter of Coke while the other held a small plastic bag threatening to spill its contents out on to the already cluttered living room floor. A few red starburst slipping free and thudding against a pile of junk mail, wrappers and Amazon boxes long claimed by her cat. She slipped past a small pile of dirty cloths sitting next to the empty hamper and twisted herself into a decades-old office chair just in time to let the plastic bag holding her sandwich order fall on to the computer desk. The pop thudded next to it and fizzed angrily in its plastic prison. Followed by a loud clatter as two bags of candy and a large bag of baked Lays spilled down with a thud in the space between computer desk and wall.\n\n\tEventually the fumbling, twisting young woman settled down in her seat and flipped on the battered old black tower of her desktop. The half-dozen fans twisting to multi-colored light just as she slipped on her gaming headset and whiled away the seconds waiting for the overlaiden rig to get itself going.\n\n\tEven before she got past her login screen Deb caught the familiar sound of a Discord call incoming. She hit the button the second it popped into view and lulled herself back. Her fingers idly fiddling with the paper around the first sandwich.\n\n\t“Hey there, girl!” The voice chimed in the instant the call was accepted\n\n\t“Hey, Chloe.” Deb muttered. She didn‘t really know much about the voice behind the screen. It was that of her best friend. They‘d known each other for quite a while now and she was one of the few reasons Deb was still around. Pathetic as that really was.\n\n\t“You all set for Fallout 76? Remember you promised you‘d at least try it out a bit with me.” \n\t\n\t“Yeah. Sure.” Deb muttered half heartedly. “I have it on order at work. Feels kind of stupid when Steam is a thing but there you go I guess.”\n\n\t“Hey, are you ok, Deb?” Chloe sighed “You seem really down lately. Like, way more than usual. You didn’t go off your meds again did you?”\n\n\t“No. God no. I’m not that stupid Chloe. I promised I wouldn’t put you or anyone else though that again.” She set the cheesesteak down and glanced at her wrists. A few small furrows in her fur. Old, about as well healed as they were ever going to get by now. Just scars. Painful, horrible little mementos.\n\n\tDeb twisted open one of the Reese’s cups and tossed it into her mouth. Her forefinger and thumb both flicking off wrapper and paper with a surprising amount of grace. She dragged up her steam and GOG tabs. Running though both of them without much real interest. Just letting the word salad blur though her eyes as some little part of her brain assured the rest that she was doing ‘something’. That she wasn’t just coming home from work and moping again. She heard Chloe chuckle on the other end. The girl bitterly bemused as always.\n\n\t“You know, you need to eat better, dear.”\n\n\t“How can you tell what I’m eating?” Deb muttered defiantly.\n\n\t“Well for one thing you’re being quite loud. And from the sounds of it you’re down, which means another binge. Right?”\n\n\tDeb sighed. It was true. God help her if she were to ever admit it, but the pig really wasn’t too shocked. She was easier than a picture book, and Chloe always seemed to have keen eyes in that regard. She shoved the candy away and instead started to crack the bottle of pop, primarily to chase down the sandwich and at least feel like she was having some kind of real deal. A loud hiss of fizz screamed though the mic and only years of frustrated rote let her get the cap back tight before the carbonation made a mess and found liquid hitting her desktop. “God damn it, Chloe.” Deb sighed “You know just once I wish you were wrong about something.”\n\n\t“No you don’t.” Chloe giggled “Besides you’re right more often than you give yourself credit for. I keep telling you, it‘s just a matter of taking better care of yourself. Once you do that”\n\n\t“Then I can go out, right?” Deb finished the thought and looked down at her sandwich. She snatched up the mix of spongy bread and gritted meat, taking a huge bite and tossing it back down giving only a few small chews before she continued. “I know what you’re trying to do, Chloe. And I appreciate it. But I mean it’s not like I’m exactly a candidate for friends in meat space you know. Everyone I know is from work or the people I grew up with, and god knows it’s hard to call them friends anymore.”\n\n\t“Why, because they’re all married?” Chloe giggled.\n\n\t“Married. Working… Vanilla” Deb chuckled “People grow apart, you know? Everyone else kinda settled down and started doing things that I guess they felt they were supposed to do. They stuck collage out. They got the job and the house and the one and a half kids.”\n\n\t“One point five.” Chloe corrected\n\n\t“Right. That’s what I said. But it’s different, you know? Everyone else is doing what they’re supposed to and it all still seems… boring. I mean we’re all gonna die anyways. If I’m going to be wasting everyone’s time it might as well be doing something that doesn’t make me miserable. Sorry. I know. Don’t say that kind of crap.” She sighed.\n\n\t“Please.” Chloe did her best to keep her voice strong and chipper. Not that it helped much. \n\n\tDeb finally gave in and clicked on one of the desktop icons she still had yet to clean up from the cluttered image. She heard a sigh a few moments later, coupled with a barely constrained laugh.\n\n\t“Deb, sweetie. I thought you hated Overwatch.”\n\n\t“Kinda.” The pug muttered as she waited for the server to connect.\n\n\t“No progress ever made. Same boring fights. All flash and no substance. Remember?”\n\n\tThe words drew a small sigh from the dejected sow. “I just need to think about something else.” Deb muttered “I need something stupid and mindless. Besides it’s already paid for and downloaded. I might as well.” She shifted to Mai, her shoulders rolling and eyes squinting though the already drying contacts she had donned. She’d probably be better served getting up to rinse them out, if her depression would clear up enough to let her.\n\n\tThe conversation stopped dead though the first match. It was mildly annoying as her little pixel panda ran around the screen, if only because the inane chatter of people in the game kept reminding her that other people exist. After the second game with an ungodly bad K/D ratio Deb slumped back and finally screamed into her headset. Everything in her body tensing and just as quickly going limp. Every muscle fiber in her body struggling with crippling indecision and her skin feeling ready to simply burst as the anxiety bubbled and roiled under it.\n\n\t“Hey, Deb… you ok?” Chloe asked. A tentative question. The woman‘s voice delicate and soft. Dancing around the throbbing mass of irrational anxiety nipping at the pigs mind.\n\n\t“Yes. No. I don‘t know. It‘s just. Gahh.” Deb squealed knocking the candy off of the desk and listening to the bag clatter in a mess between computer desk and wall.\n\n\t“Look, Deb. I know I’ve asked you this before. But I still have to ask, what would make you happy?”\n\n\t“Not what everyone else is doing.” Deb muttered softly before taking another bite of her sandwich.\n\n\t“That’s not what I asked. Deb, we’ve known each other a long time. Even if it’s only been though a screen. You know what you want, don’t you?”\n\n\t“No. I mean, not anything normal or healthy. We both know that. Nothing I could actually get. Or should.” The constant clamor of people over her headset bristled at Deb’s brain once more. She winced and snarled when yet another person started to yell at her for picking Mai instead of a ‘better’ character or ‘more fair’ character or whatever. The sow was lightning quick to bring up the task manager and intentionally crash the program. A small grin of satisfaction on her face as the other voices finally stopped\n\n\t“Deb.” Chloe sighed. \n\n\t“Yeah?” Deb muttered though the small rush of her pointless victory against annoying ‘others’\n\n\t“I really want to know, what do you want?”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThe small apartment had grown deathly still. Deb’s dull grey eyes flicked between the small camera light in her laptop and the relentless little blink of the record button for the inbuilt recording software. She scanned the soft cream white of her chest fur. Looking over the sharp, jagged lettering scrawled across it for the fiftieth time. Her heart fluttering, threatening to pop at any moment. She read over the things she’d written. “Dumb Tits”, “Pierce here” “Not a person” “Damaged goods”. Each one scrawled over her unpleasantly plump body, with one at the center of her chest. “Rape me”\n\n\t“I’m not a person.” The words tumbled from her lips “I’m ugly. I’m fat. I’m stupid. I’ve never been sexually assaulted. I, I think that’s a mistake. No, I mean, it’s my mistake. It’s my fault.” Deb bit her lip and started to slowly caress her breasts. The same awkward fumbling she always inflicted upon herself. Rough, relentless. Usually rather numb after years of self abuse. Right now though her nipples were hard. The air feeling sharp on her soft fur. Tears already starting to drip down her cheeks as she pushed her breasts out, offering the soft C cups up to the camera. The words on full display.\n\n\t“When I was younger.” she gasped “Nobody ever tried to touch me. Nobody tried to, to rape me, or molest me. I don’t know if any of my family members were like that. I don’t think I had any uncles they couldn’t have around. B-but I’m sorry” A sharp moan punctuated the apology. Deb pinching down on her nipples and twisting them painfully in opposite directions. “I know I deserved it. I know that’s what a worthless cunt like this deserves. We all deserve it. To learn nice and early that we’re all ugly, and dumb, and weak. That it doesn’t matter when we say no. That we don’t get to say no.”\n\n\tShe sucked in a deep, ragged breath and mashed her fingers deep into the sensitive breast flesh. Grinding until she was positive she’d leave bruises. Until the pain drew a loud quivering moan of terror. One hand slowly dipped down as she started to slowly brush at her folds. Then stopped. Her hand curling up into a fist. “I’m so fucked up.” She gasped “I don’t now my place. Not really. I just keep hoping… I keep hoping some day some guy, or even some girl, will take pity on me. Will drag me into some dirty back ally. Will finally.” Another moan cut Deb off as she started to slowly grind along her finger. Not daring to put it in. \n\n\t‘Not to cum’. Deb reminded herself. ‘No cumming for goonie piggy’.\n\n\tShe brought her now moist finger to her lips. A few sniffs made her bristle hard. Thick feminine musk enough to make her gag and choke. She shoved it unceremoniously into her muzzle, licking and lapping around the digit while watching her own face melting into disgust. “I’m not gay, o-or bi.” She muttered “But I know it shouldn’t matter. You can make me lick your wife. O-or your girlfriend. You’re daughter. Your slave.” A broken smile slowly passed over the pig girls face “Y-you can both use me up. Fuck me up, beat me. Then throw me in the trash when you’re done. It’s what I deserve” Laughter. Sobs. The rough kneading resumed. Deb struggled not to close her legs as she molested her own chest. Tear stained cheeks a bright red\n\n\t‘I’ll have to edit this later.’ It was the only thought to slip though Deb’s mind as she slowly molested herself. Her eyes finally falling on the exposed upload page in the background. The screen name “Rapepiglet” hovering over a blank gallery. Deb’s fingers curled into her breasts as she gazed at it. The woman cursing herself as a small orgasm rippled though her body.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tIt was hard to call the small workspace a lab. A half finished garage half littered with tools and spare parts which devoured any space where a car could go. The other looking near immaculate with rows of perfectly organized tool kits, an oscilloscope, 3D printer and five neatly arranged breadboards all dotted with wires and components.\n\n\tFor such a janky operation it was nice. Or maybe it was nice enough for a janky operation. Deb was the only one on her little team who seemed not to care about debating such things. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it while she still had the small garage to herself.\n\n\tDeb looked over the small makeshift rig they’d set up. Puzzle piece foam flooring giving her a bit of relief as she leaned over the heavily rigged bathroom scale upon which sat the chassis of ‘Gnasher’. Or at least what as left of it after the last bout.\n\n\tIt had taken over an hour to finally pry the treads free of the wheels and yank off the damaged remains of the treadguard. Deb was careful to slowly unscrew the relatively bulky motor jammed in to drive the track forward. Carefully pulling the sprocket free from the axl and slipping the thing off of its rubber bushings. The whole back end of the motor was nothing but charred plastic and melted leads. Just another sign of what a lucky pick-hammer blow can do.\n\n\tIn truth the pig’s mind was far away. Her hands fumbled softly with the first replacement candidate. Instantly the weight shot up from where it had been with the old motor by three pounds. That meant another three on the other side, and probably more for a bigger battery to make sure the hungry high torque things would actually spin up and keep the bot agile.\n\n\tDeb wished to hell she could focus on it. Focus on the facts and statistics of the whole situation. Could simply submerge herself in data. But then that’s why she was here. To forget about the fool she had made of herself, was making of herself. To forget about how lonely she was. Maybe even forget about the simple fact that she simply had not grown up yet. That she was at twenty four the same exact person she was at sixteen, or twelve, or ten. Just with bills to pay and a shitty job to replace schooling.\n\n\tYay adulating.\n\n\tThe simple task of getting the new motors in and making sure they were secure had been the best distraction of the week. Slow, mindless disassembly and reassembly letting her anxiety and self loathing slip softly into the background. Shutting out the world. So much so that she didn’t even notice the door opening. Her eyes only barely breaking from her work as a shadow passed over it, glancing back at its owner.\n\n\t“Oh, Johnny. Hey. I didn’t see you coming in.” Deb fumbled for the Bluetooth keyboard she used to keep distance between her laptop and the greasy heavy machine parts of the bot. She watched the young salamander moving down to the front of the bot and slowly rotating the dinged up spiked barrel that served as the prime weapon. He didn’t seem to pay Deb any real notice. Rolling the thing slowly and examining it carefully.\n\n\t“Hey, uh… Johnny?” She asked, the sow a bit more annoyed now. “I said hi.”\n\n\t“Yeah, I heard you.” The salamander nodded\n\n\t“Jeeze what crawled up your butt?” She muttered. Deb fidgeted with her work goggles and twisted her pudgy fingers in between the small secured channels set up to route the motor leads to the power supply. Slowly twisting and poking them though like sweatpants string.\n\n\tJohnny was quiet for the longest time. Wandering over to the large old desktop set up near the makeshift laptop bays and starting to slip his eyes over the code. He said nothing. Little more than his tail twitching and a few small grunts to cast his sour mood into the room.\n\n\tIt took about an hour to get the whole motor assembly fully secured and tested. By the time Deb pulled herself back up her hands were cut and sore. The mere act of pulling her neck up an agonizing labor with little to show for it.\n\n\t“I saw you.” Johnny finally muttered.\n\n\t“Wait, wha?” Deb blinked “Saw me, what. Fix the motor? I mean that’s kinda what I’m here for, right?”\n\n\tThe Salamander pushed himself back from the computer and shook his head softly. His chest heaving hard. “Look, it’s probably a good idea if I take a… break… from the team.”\n\n\t“The fuck? Why?” Deb growled “You’re the best guy on the team when it comes to coding.”\n\n\t“Because I saw you, ok?” Johnny muttered “Like, you. On… on Motherless. I knew it was you. The voice and. I saw you, Ok?”\n\n\tDeb just stood there dumbstruck. She watched as he slipped a thumb drive into the computer and started to copy down the code. His eyes refusing to move from the monitor. Refusing to glance at her for even a moment.\n\n\t“What do you mean ‘saw me’. Where? Johnny. I don’t-”\n\n\t“It was one of the first searched results for ‘pig’, deb. Turns out a lot of pig girls have more self respect to put themselves up on a porn site. I recognized you. Your voice. Hell your apartment!”\n\n\tShe took a few small breaths and sighed. Her body trembling. ice water hitting her veins. “So, you went on a porn site, and.”\n\n\t“and that’s normal, Deb. What you did. What you said? That’s not fucking normal. Fuck. Look. Deb. Whatever shit you have going on, fine. I won’t tell anyone. But I just can’t be comfortable around you right now, ok? I’ll send in the code I have for now and I’m not going to ask you to leave but.”\n\n\tThe sow sighed softly and pulled herself up from the floor. She glanced at the Salamander, probably the one guy on the team who had been half way nice to her, shaking her head in frustration. “I’m going home.” she muttered.\n\n\t“I just told you that I’ll be the one to bow out, Deb. It’s my problem. I mean, no. It’s your fucking problem. But it’s your life. I’m not going to make you go.”\n\n\t“I heard you.” She snapped. “Job’s done anyways. See ya.” Deb slammed her laptop shut and stormed out of the small garage, taking just enough time to grab her coat off of the rack. She made it as far as her car before falling face first onto the wheel of the battered old Prius as the tears began to well up.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThere wasn’t too much going on in the Barnes and Noble. It sadly wasn’t a surprise considering the state of the written word these days. Or malls. Not for Deb, naturally. She was always a proud mall rat, even if she was a pig. Which was why she’d driven a whole city up to this one.\n\n\tHer thick, dark purple duster was rather unseasonable. It stood out like a sore thumb among the heavyset soccer moms, mall walkers and hipstery college kids who still considered the mall worthy of their time. Deb stayed tucked away in the back of the store. Her body wavering between the Anne Rice knockoffs and the more generic, never-read fiction lining the shelf space. She pulled a few things off of the shelf now and then. Reading though a few lines. Checking the back of the dust jacket for the blurbs nobody ever really cared about. It didn’t take too much focus. Which was good. What she was looking for wasn’t on the shelves after all.\n\n\tMost of the people bothering to enter the shop were rather predictable. Old grandmothers looking for gifts. The occasional faux music snob seeking a CD and a cup of coffee without knowing any of the small shops that invariably dotted any given city. At one point a few kids barreled by, dashing towards the comics and manga section in a rowdy stampede which threw Deb’s heart into her throat. \n\n\t“Fuck.” She muttered. Quickly pulling a Dragonlance book off of the shelf and flipping though it to look busy. “Damn it Deb, stupid sow. Why are you doing this? Such a bad idea.”\n\n\tBut then that was part of the appeal. The thrill. The danger. Just how wrong it all was. That no matter what she was just some filthy little addict looking for a fix. Her first fix. And oh, it would be glorious to have it come with the utter destruction of her soul. To have someone see her ripped down to nothingness. Right here in the store amidst the most innocent and most prudish of people who would show her no pity. By the time she was aware of the low moans slipping out under her breath she could feel the eyes of the teens from the next aisle over as they struggled to see what the hell she was doing. Deb simply snatched a few books from the shelf and turned away in a huff, yanking her coat in tighter around her body.\n\n\tThat was when she saw it. Saw him. The Silky, black furred wolf thumbing though the CD racks as he kept one eye religiously on his phone. He wasn’t anything too special. The usual heavy ink and gauged ears you expected from the under 40 set. Handful of pendants and a classic ‘Bullet for my Valentine’ T-shirt that had seen quite a bit of use. She watched as he turned from the racks and made his way out of the store. Deb could barely contain herself. Her pace hurried as she made her way out in his trail. A loud, rough throat clearing from behind the counter the only thing stopping her from walking out.\n\n\t“Um, Excuse me ma’am” The young woman behind the counter chirped. “I think you forgot something.”\n\n\tDeb winced. She looked at the sharply dressed robin behind the register, then to the wolf as he wandered in to the Spencer’s across the way. Good. She hadn’t lost him. The pig made her way quickly to the register and smiled nervously. Rusty curls falling into her face. “Oh, right. Sorry. Kinda scatterbrained today.” She sighed.\n\n\t“Oh I get it. Trust me. Been on my feet all day.” The other woman giggled “Hmm ok then. ‘Beauty’s Kingdom’ and ‘Attack of the Necron’. Heh, interesting reading night, huh?”\n\n\t“Wha? Oh, uh. One of those isn’t for me.” Deb laughed nervously. Her eyes glanced towards the Spencer’s every now and then. Anxiety building and roiling in her stomach. It eased a touch when she saw the man slip back behind the counter. But only a touch.\n\n\t“Well it’s nice to see people reading up at least. Though I didn’t think anyone read Anne Rice still. I loved all that Vampire Chronicles stuff when I was in middle school. Kind of outgrow it though, you know? College doesn’t leave too much time for fun reading.”\n\n\t“Yeah, yeah I know.” Deb nodded. The pig was already well and truly checked out at this point .Her mind was on far more important matters.\n\n\t“There we go. And do you have a rewards card with us?”\n\n\t“No.” Deb shook her head.\n\n\t“Well would you like one?” The girl murred happily. “It’ll save you-”\n\n\t“No” Deb snapped. She then sighed and shook her head, her voice softening “I’m on a GameStop salary. Can’t really afford to buy books too often.”\n\n\tIt should have felt worse. Hammering another retail drone like that. It was bad. It was the kind of thing she grew furious about night after night. Yet right now all Deb could think of was how her hand trembled while she struggled to get the card into the chip reader. The annoying beeps as it insistently rejected it for no real reason. The slowly frothing rage building up in her after the third time it blared in her ear.\n\n\t“I, uh, think you gotta swipe it.” The robin whimpered. “Sorry.”\n\n\t“No, no it’s ok. It’s fine. It’s fine.” Deb muttered. Finally the card swiped and a heavy push of the green enter button ended the whole affair. God only knew if she’d get a fee. If she had enough money in her account to cover this. Then again it was the absolute last thing on her mind.\n\n\tDeb grabbed the bag and made her way across the way with little regard for the streams of people flowing around her. She managed to ding and bump a few people. Not that it mattered. She was here for one reason and one reason only. She was a woman on a mission.\n\n\tGod help her, she was fucked up.\n\n\t“Hey there, can I help you?” \n\n\tThe wolfs disinterested voice hit her like a brick. Deb froze. Looking around a moment. Biting her lip. She was sure she was blushing. It was enough to make her cheeks sting at the very least.\n\n\t“Uh, hello?” The man repeated. A grating tone that showed his clear frustration at the odd woman.\n\n\t“Oh, uh… no. that’s ok.” It was reflex. Maybe a bit of fear thrown in. Deb trembling as she made her way around the large counter. Her eyes rolled over the walls and racks largely to ensure she looked occupied once more. \n\n\tThere was still a chance. Her last chance. For her to run. To forget all of this. To drive home in defeat. One that would probably have a better ending than the dubious victory she sought. But no. Really, that wasn’t an option. Deb knew that all too well. That stopped being an option the second she got in her car. The second she took the half-hour trip up here. The second she woke up today. She knew what she came up here for. There was no turning back now.\n\n\t“I, eruh, um. Actually.” The sow whimpered softly. “I do think I need help finding something, if that’s ok.”\n\n\t“Oh, sure.” The man nodded “Anything in particular you had your eye on?”\n\n\t“Well, I know it’s back here.” Deb whimpered as she quickly made her way back to the back wall of the store. Nobody was there. Not that it mattered. Not that it would have stopped her by now. But it was a small comfort all the same.\n\n\t“Uh, ok. So what do you need help with?” the wolf strolled his way up beside her. He glanced at the back wall next to Deb. A wide array of cheap, overpriced sex toys offered up for people too ashamed or too out-of-the-know to find a real sex shop. The blush and the proximity to such tools did draw a small grin from him. Bemused, if nothing else, by what was likely a common scenario.\n\n\tDozens of stories swirled in the young woman’s mind. Lies and half truths. Deflections. Every moment offering another off ramp. Another way to get free of her self imposed doom. It curled her stomach. Sent shivers down her spine. It would be so very, very easy.\n\n\tIt all made things so much better when the moment finally came. The heavy coat yanked open, the buttons strategically half-pulled before hand to ensure she could rip the garment away with little effort. It worked for the most part, exposing her upper body. Dozens of half seen little scribbles and scrawls lined it. ‘no protection required’, ‘Dumb bacon’, ‘Bruises mean I matter’, ‘not a person’, and a dozen other little things just from what was visible before the coat decided to keep its buttons in place to spite her.\n\n\tOne, however, stood out. Carefully drawn and almost painfully neat right across her chest. Desperation leaking from the inked block lettering.\n\n\t‘Virgin Rape Bait’\n\n\tTrembling, terrified, broken. Deb simply looked away. She couldn’t stand the idea of seeing the mans face. Her heaving chest pushed out, all but pleading for attention. Her eyes were shut tight. Her toes curled. Her body forcing itself into a wonderful state of unpreparedness for the assault it longed to feel.\n\n\tShe stood. For what felt like ages. Each second passing by causing the anticipation to build higher and higher Causing it to crescendo, and then suddenly fall off of a cliff. When her eyes opened again Deb saw the man, frowning. Not scowling. Not angry. Just the clear looks of mortification and disgust.\n\n\t“Ma’am.” He said flatly. “I think you’d better go.”\n\n--------------------\n\n\t“I really don’t want to do this.” It was about the tenth time Deb had sent the text. Not the same words, naturally. But each time she protested made her feel a bit more guilty about it. Some small part of her mind gnawing and tugging at her as it waited for Chloe to get angry at her. Or as angry as one can make a text.\n\n\t“You promised” Was the only thing she got back. Which was true Even if it was driven largely by guilt and loyalty to one of her few friends.\n\n\t“This is basically emotional blackmail, you know that right?” She texted in between dodging and weaving though the thinning crush of people. Main street parking always left you stranded far from wherever you needed to go, it seemed. It had no qualms about taking three bucks out of your pocket to do so, either.\n\n\t“Well then you should be turned on.” Chloe’s joke made Deb wince. It was bad, sure. It was also intended to cheer her up. Moreover it was destined to fail. Nothing was going to cheer the pig up after the week, hell after the month she’d had. That was the worst part though, really. The little barb of resentment digging in. No, not resentment. Not really. It was impossible to say what it was. Some twisted little nodule of hate with no place to sit comfortably in her head.\n\n\tAll the more reason to make herself go though with this. Who else could right the mental slight she’d just made against one of the few people in her corner? It’s not like anyone else would know.\n\n\tWhen she finally arrived at the little Deli the street traffic had changed considerably. Gone were the 9 to 5 drones flooding to their cars and parking spots, replaced with the mix of overtly geeky and painfully artistic types finding solace in the atmosphere drenched little brick and mortars clinging to the bottoms of old buildings. Indeed without the sandwich board covered in drawings of actual sandwiches all done up in rainbow chalk it would have been easy to mistake the little eatery for any one of a hundred different businesses using murals painted on the windows as a substitute for proper signage.\n\n\tFortunately for Deb it didn’t seem that there were too many people. At least none waiting around. The idea of meeting someone without even knowing what they look like was absolutely stomach churning. A free invitation for all the wrong kinds of social humiliations. And here she was in some pseudo modernistic off-white box stacked with random old pictures and happy meal toys as some sort of artistic statement. A line of about a dozen hipsters with a spectrum of hair colors, piercing and expensive ‘goodwill clique’ clothing. The ill fitting SAO shirt and ratty jean shorts Deb sported looked positively normal by comparison. \n\n\tAh, but if they only knew what she was hiding under all of that.\n\n\tShe scanned the room slowly and paced her way in. A few of the tables in the middle were occupied. All by couples or groups. Collections of people who mercifully let her know right away to keep looking and ignore the normal people with their normal lives. If she was lucky, maybe the other person wouldn’t even show.\n\n\tThen she spotted a seat at the back of the wall. Deb’s heart somehow found a way to sink further. She looked at the young woman. A rather scrawny, unassuming girl with a strip of yellow in her otherwise jet black pixie cut. The most striking thing about the rodent being the massive cello case sat next to the grey furred squirrel, looking as if it was about to collapse and crush her.\n\n\tDeb stood there for ages. Slowly taking small steps forwards and back. Looking around again at the slapdash decor. The idea that she might be wrong, might be the fist one to show up, o that she hadn’t’ shown up at all gnawing away at the back of her mind. She was just about to turn and go when the woman looked up from her phone, Glancing over the end of her sharp square-framed glasses.\n\n\t“Say, are you Deb?” She chirped.\n\n\tDeb winced and nodded softly. The pig dragging herself over and sitting down across from the squirrel. The woman was grinning nice and wide. Though god only knew if that was a good thing or not.\n\n\t“I, guess you’re Chloe’s friend?”\n\n\t“Li.” The squirrel nodded “Sorry I didn’t see you before.”\n\n\t“No no, it’s my fault.” Deb muttered “I was just…”\n\n\t“Kinda nervous about going up to a stranger?” The squirrel smirked and shook her head softly. She had quite a kind face. A bit round and cheery despite her painfully skinny frame. A kind of natural innocence that only made poor Deb feel that much worse about herself.\n\n\tDeb quickly pulled the menu into her hands and flipped it open. Rows of anime and pop culture characters sitting beside each sandwich. “That obvious, huh?”\n\n\t“Why do you think I waited half an hour?” Li giggled \n\n\tDeb’s nose scrunched a bit. She looked the girl over and winced. “So wait, you were just.”\n\n\t“Yuh huh.” Li nodded. “Admittedly part of that is just me not wanting to head all the way home and back again. The cello on the bus gets you all kinds of dirty looks.”\n\n\t“I was gonna say.” Deb nodded “I mean, no offense but that’s not really the kind of thing you see people lug around ever day. Still not quite sure just how to react to it..”\n\n\t“Well if you can wander in here all greased up from your job.” Li chuckled\n\n\tThe words rolled though Deb’s mind a few times before finally clicking in to place. The pig yanked her cell phone free and flipped it away from the discord box on to camera mode. A few agonizing moments of fumbling and she finally got one facing her to click on, showing her normally disheveled hair particularly mated up and smudges of grease streaked though her reddish cheek fur.\n\n\t“Son of a bitch.” Deb muttered. “You know I spent like ten minutes washing my hands, too! God I’m such a loser.”\n\n\tCollapsing back into her seat, Deb had to force herself to glance across the table once more. No doubt Li was already scrambling to get a snapshot of the stupid fuck-up pig girl to spread around. She certainly wasn’t expecting to see the girl looking so… pleased. Seeing her biting her lip. Li actually squirming a bit as she sat. Awkward, cute, hovering just his side of blatant about it.\n\n\t“Sorry. I wasn’t really trying to make you uncomfortable.” Li muttered “I mean if I kinda figured you were rushed anyways, and, well…”\n\n\t“I was.” Deb sighed. The pig paused for a long moment. Taking in a few quick breaths. Her toes curling just a bit. One question hovering though her mind again and again. “Li, how do you know Chloe, exactly?”\n\n\t“Online friends. My job is pretty boring, really. I mean, I like it, but it gives you a ton of time to play MMOs and RP. Get to know some good friends.”\n\n\t“So wait, you play that thing? Like, for your job?” Deb blinked.\n\n\t“Yeah. I mean sure we may not be New York or Boston but we still have an Orchestra. I spent fifteen years practicing this thing every day so I kinda figure I should get a career out of it. Plus it’s a great time to be in one now. Distant Worlds came though here and I got paid to learn ‘Forever Rachel’. How cool is that?”\n\n\t“I… Damn” Deb blinked.\n\n\t“So, yeah. I like it a lot. Not sure it’s as cool as whatever got you all greasy. But it’s fun.”\n\n\t“That? Oh it’s, nothing. I kinda screwed some things up, I guess. Had to fix them. It isn’t for work though. Chloe didn’t tell you I work a register did she?”\n\n\t“Well no.” Li shrugged. She twisted the top off of a bottle of ‘Clearly Canadian’ and took a sip. Her tail flicking at the light pebbly concoction. “I mean if we’re being honest, that’s not really the point of a blind date. I don’t think.”\n\n\t“So this is a date, then?” Deb muttered.\n\n\t“Isn’t it?” Li whimpered. Some of the confidence draining from her voice.\n\n\t“I donno. Chloe didn’t say. She just had a long talk with me about… about something that came up. Then she said she wanted me to meet someone and made me promise I would. Now here we are. So I guess I kinda figured”\n\n\t“That it was a date.” Li finished. “I mean it was mostly the same for me. Mostly. I don’t know how close you really are with her. I’d have to imagine quite close though. Considering that’s how she is with most people she likes. Always trying to take care of everyone like some kind of ubermom.”\n\n\t“Well if it’s any consolation I’m sure whatever you fucked up to be down enough for this wasn’t as bad as mine. I mean unless you lack a car because you did a hit and run or something. Oh, uh, say you mind if I go nab one of those? I think the line thinned out and I haven’t had one since I was a kid.”\n\n\t“Sure.” Li giggled. ” The sudden request actually seeming to leave her a bit more bemused. “Tell ya what. If you’re ready why not go ahead and order, too? I already know I’m having the Hinata hold the Avocado.\n\n\t“You know I realized I’d have to make a wonky order like that the second I saw the walls of this place. And it still feels super weird.” The pig sighed as she pulled her ample rump out of the seat and wandered across the small establishment. \n\n\tDeb made her way back to a small drink fridge kept near the register and pulled out a bottle of the beverage, making sure to get another for her apparent ‘date’ as well. The whole thing felt wrong. Nerve wracking, unsettling. Far worse than it had been when she walked in. yet at the same time, better. By the time Deb got up to the counter she could still feel the other girl staring at her. Almost leering. The simple act of ordering the sandwiches somehow making her feel stupid. And not for requesting a ‘Jaleel White with extra mushrooms.’\n\n\tBy the time she returned with the drinks and their order number, Deb flat out couldn’t’ take it anymore. She set the glass bottles down harder than she intended and slid one to the squirrel. Her eyes fixed on the dopy grinning Li who seemed all too unnervingly content.\n\n\t“Look, Li. I hate to say this but I’m not, I mean… I’m not sure if what Chloe told you about me is like, good information. I mean it seems pretty clear she told you something. I don’t know what, but. I’m kinda fucked up.”\n\n\t“Yeah?” Li giggled softly.\n\n\t“Yeah” Deb muttered, her annoyance growing. “By more than a little bit. Look I hate to be blunt about this, but I just… I need a very special kind of relationship.”\n\n\tThe squirrel grinned a bit wider at t he admission “And?”\n\n\t“And I don’t even know if I’d be good in that kind of relationship. Or any kind. Especially right now.”\n\n\t“And?” Deb giggled again.\n\n\t“And? And as much as I appreciate it, as much as I really don’t want to sound rude. I don’t know that a fucked up little piglet like me can eve hold down a relationship with other people, let alone people who don’t get what I’m looking for. How horrible it is. How wrong it is. I mean if Chloe didn’t tell you anything, then…”\n\n\tDeb cut herself off. The sight of the girl across the table. A fluffy gray ball of nervous energy ready to explode. Blushing rather savagely and twitching. The two sat quiet for a long moment. Deb almost forgetting how to speak as the words finally came from t he smallish girl.\n\n\t“Do you, still have any of it written on you?”\n\n\t“W-what?” Deb gasped. She fumbled, nearly falling out of her chair. Only the tips of her fingers and the precarious friction of her glass pop bottle on the smoothed veneer tabletop kept her from taking a header into the polished concrete flooring.\n\n\t“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” Li whimpered “I didn’t, I mean I just… I kinda had to… I was curious, and. Are you ok?”\n\n\t“What do you mean have it on me?” Deb whispered loudly.\n\n\t“You know, that stuff. Like before. You know… ‘Rapepiglet’?\n\n\tDeb could feel her blood turn to raw ice in her veins. Some small part of her registered the shock, the worry and disappointment on Li’s face. The rest of her simply sat there. Stunned. A deep dark blush creeping up that mask of terror.\n\n\t“How did you…”\n\n\t“Oh god I can’t believe I blurted that out.” Li sighed “L-look. I, Chloe said she was sure. Like, really sure. Positive even. If she was wrong, then-”\n\n\t“How do you know about that name?” Deb whispered loudly. Her body hunched over the table, threading to topple it from the mount where it was bolted.\n\n\t“I, saw it. Your first few videos, I mean. I was just, I was talking to Chloe, and I showed her, and… I don’t know. She said, she said she had an idea. That she ‘knew’. I didn’t even know what she meant. But then I saw you, and even without your face being seen on the videos… I guess I kinda.”\n\n\t“I, look. You can’t tell anyone about this, ok? Really. It’s caused people enough problems already. It was a stupid idea to begin with.”\n\n\t“It, was kinda cute.” Li muttered “hot, and cute, and… sweet.”\n\n\tDeb balked at the words and took another deep breath to calm herself. Already she could hear her heart thumping in her chest. “I know Chloe means well. But Honestly I just, I don’t think I’d be good for a relationship right now, or probably ever. I just don’t. I’m not. And even if I was. This” she winced “Even if I was ok enough. I want to end up with someone who would… take me. And, well, A man.”\n\n\t“M-me too.” Li muttered. The squirrel leaning in close. The two locking eyes as the squirrel girl steadied herself and the table with every ounce of weight she could manage. “Deb, I’m a sub. I’m not looking to control you. I’m out for twenty four seven TPE. Period. No exceptions. And I know I’m going to find it some day. But” she sighed and slumped back “it hasn’t happened yet. And, well, I sure as hell don’t want to be the only property when the time comes. And I saw your videos. What you did. What you said.” \n\n\tAnother long pause. Deb shifting back into her seat. The whirlwind in her head leaving little processing power for things like asking questions or blinking.\n\n\t“I’m not asking for you to commit to anything Deb. But I just, I kinda have a crush on you I guess. Like, a ‘sister crush’ if that makes sense. And there’s like, no reason about two subs hooking up before they find their owner, right?”\n\n\t“I guess.” Deb muttered “But like I said, I don’t know how good I’d be in any relationship.”\n\n\t“You seem fine to me.” Li smirked “I’m not going to pressure you. But I just feel like it makes some sense. At least to try it. We’re both Chloe’s friends anyways, so what’s the worst that could happen? We end up just friends?”\n\n\t“Or we force Chloe to choose sides.”\n\n\t“Like she’d put up with that.” Li laughed “If you’re not comfortable with it, I’m not going to push you. All I’m saying is that I know the one thing you seemed most terrified of. Unless I’m wrong and you’re hiding a ton of other horrible things you don’t want to mention. Right?”\n\n\t“I, guess.” Deb muttered “Well unless you count the five bodies in my trunk.”\n\n\tLi gripped her muzzle in a futile effort to keep pop from spraying out of her nose. “Gah, ow. See? You can’t tell me you aren’t like this most of the time. And then the rest I have to assume you’re more like… camera you.” Li muttered, licking her lips a bit.\n\n\t“Y-yeah.” Deb sighed “I guess\n\n\t“All I’m asking for is a few dates. Feel it out, see where things go. I need to push my life forward, Deb. You kinda seem like a cool girl to do it with. Especially with all the markers and self punishments and stuff.”\n\n\tThe blush in Debs cheeks turned to fire. She quickly buried them in her hands and shook her head hard. “Fine, fine.” She muttered “But we need to set up some ground rules. And don’t go getting your hopes up, ok? I mean it.”\n\n\tLi opened her mouth to say something just as the girl behind the counter called out their number. The squirrel pushed herself up, careful not to knock her interment over, and walked slowly past deb. “I’ll get it, ’sister’” Li teased The scrawny squirrel ran her hand along Debs shoulder as she went. Slowly, carefully. Decades of tension seeming to evaporate at the simple caress.\n\n\tDeb reached up to grip the spot where she had been touched. A small shudder running up and down her spine. “Oh god. What the hell am I getting myself into?”\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Rape Bait:
By TerraMGP

\tWorking at a Gamestop wasn’t the luxury people thought. Assuming anyone still thought that. So many people came in with a chip on their shoulder. People seeking to prove they knew more than the staff. Or people seeking to cut a deal on set prices. People who thought they knew everything, or people who knew they knew nothing and were painfully indecisive. Then there was the pressure from the managers, who were in turn pressured by the higher ups.

\tThen there were days like this, where it was impossible to know what to think.

\tDeb Olsen stood behind the counter by a pile of used CDs. She was supposed to be checking them, had been checking them. Making absolutely sure they were free of smudges and cracks before putting them in their boxes. Instead she found herself gazing on. Watching some insufferable semi-regular now backed into a corner by a pink and purple clad kangaroo rat. Watching in slow motion as her withering words started to grind and shred at the defenses of some pathetic little gatekeeper. One of countless who spent undue time here seeking to show girls ‘their place’.

\tThe orange furred feline could only take so many of the barbs before dashing out of the store. Tears in his eyes.

\tDeb was quick to look away just as the scene ended. Her eyes daring back to the games just as the Rat doe and her big bear boyfriend began bantering once more. Soon the bear turned to leave, along with the mole boy who had accompanied the rat girl into the shop. Leaving Deb struggling to keep a straight face when the doe finally made her way to the counter and set down a large box with Futaba from Persona 5 on the front.

\t“Oh, h-hey, Naqi.” Deb muttered.

\t“Hey, Deb. Sorry if I freaked you out. I think I let myself get a bit carried away.” Naqi chuckled

\tDeb shook her head and smiled softly. “What, that guy? Nah. I don’t think anyone would mind anyways. These guys come in here all the time since Hoardraider and Sully’s both kicked them all out. I guess all the other comic shops in town are full up of insufferable jackasses already, huh?”

\tThe sow let her copper brown bangs fall in front of her face. Her eyes fixated on the box. In part to find the bar code. Mostly as a simple means of avoiding any real eye contact. Naqi’s grinning face causing her to shift uncomfortably from foot to foot as she bagged up the statue. And keyed in Naqi’s phone number. One of the dozen or so that Deb had sadly committed to memory thanks to her job.

\t“So what’s the occasion? I thought Ry’s birthday wasn’t for a few months.” Deb quizzed.

\tOne of Naqi’s ears folded down as she tried hard not to laugh. “Ok, how do you know my boyfriend’s birthday?” She laughed.

\t“Because his family all get him GameStop cards. They don’t know what else to get him. SO he comes in here once a year, gets all the cheap obscure JRPGs and pays for them with a bunch of twenty dollar cards. After a while that kinda sears itself into your brain.”

\t“Oh, so what. You’re always in here when that happens?” Naqi giggled.

\t“I mean he gets the ones from Christmas, too. So it’s a lot of cards. Besides, I’m the only one who has the time. I mean, since I dropped out…”

\t“Ok one, you don’t drop out of college, Deb. You take a Hiatus.” Naqi noted. “And two it’s not like you were going to get your investment back anyways. Nobody’s hiring right now.”

\tDeb smiled at the empty platitude. Her half-crooked grin about as much as she could muster at the moment. Her eyes flitting to the cash register readout. “That’ll be… Christ. Two hundred bucks. Wow you must have really screwed up something bad, huh?”

\tNaqi giggled and shook her head, her fingers moving to the black and purple leather band around her neck. “Boy I kinda hope so” She muttered to herself. For a moment the rat doe seemed to forget Deb was even in the room with her. It took Deb clearing her throat for Naqi to pull her card out of her pocketbook and slip the chip in. Going though the whole slow process of verifying the purchase. “nah, it’s just an Anniversary coming up, well, I guess something closeish to it. Plus I have a little surprise for him! I needed something awesome to help really catch him off guard.”

\t“Yeah, but two hundred bucks awesome? I mean come on. What are you, pregnant?”

\tDeb watched her acquaintance grinning. The smile on Naqi’s muzzle growing even as Deb’s face fell slack jawed and her eyes grew bigger than the CDs she’d been stacking. “Oh, oh fuck. Naqi, you’re.”

\t“Two weeks, by my reckoning.” She nodded “I don’t think we’d planned on starting this soon, but I just know he’ll be very, very pleased.” Naqi licked her blue-painted lips and shifted from foot to foot. Again seeming to forget Deb’s mere existence.

\t“Wow. I mean, aren’t you guys a little… young for that? Heck you’ve only been going out less than a year. It all seems like it’s happening kinda fast.”

\t“S-Ry, and I, have been close since we were kids, Deb. And we’re both just a couple years older than you. Hell by the time my mom was my age I was already brown-nosing my teachers. Seriously when did everyone start thinking that your twenties were a bad time to start a family?”

\tSuddenly the thousands of protests Deb would, could have mustered all fell flat. Her shoulders drooped and she painted the best smile she could onto her face. “I guess. I mean, I’m happy for you guys. You all seem really… happy.”

\t“Oh we are.” Naqi nodded “I think the house should be mostly set before our little one arrives, too. We were even going to start looking for old reclaimed kitchen fixtures and seeing about some appliances with my cousin’s Best Buy discount.” She paused, and then sighed. Naqi reaching up to put an arm on Deb’s shoulder. “Look, Deb. I’m sorry. I’m just really super stoked right now. I know you probably don’t want to hear about me rambling, right?”

\t“No it’s fine. I mean we’re, like, semi-friends. And that’s huge news. I want you to be happy. Both of you.” Deb smiled.

\t“You sure? Sure there’s no voodoo dolls back there? No curses on us that seem to be screwing up?”

\tDeb chuckled and shook her head. “No. I mean, I admit the idea of you in a kitchen is kinda bizarre. You still seem so young.”

\t“I am.” Naqi chuckled. “And I’m sure you’ll find someone who makes you that way, too. I really do think everyone has someone out there like that. You just have to look, and wait for it to find you.”

\tThe card reader blared loudly. It’s insufferable chirp now raising up just a bit beyond the voice of the two girls. Naqi quickly pulled it out and stuffed the card back into her hoodie pocket, zipping it up and smirking ear to ear. “Just trust me, ok? Some day you’ll find what you’re looking for too Even if you don’t know what that is right now.”

\t“yeah, sure.” Deb rolled her eyes and turned back to the CDs. Her smile half forced and at this point hard for her to tell how much of it was a mask. “You know, I gotta ask though. What the hell did you find on that vacation of yours?”

\t“Myself.” Naqi chirped even as she sauntered out of the store, leaving the pig to simply stand and stare out into the parking lot, feeling very hollow.

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\tDeb twisted though the living room with an almost unnatural deftness. One arm was wrapped around a two liter of Coke while the other held a small plastic bag threatening to spill its contents out on to the already cluttered living room floor. A few red starburst slipping free and thudding against a pile of junk mail, wrappers and Amazon boxes long claimed by her cat. She slipped past a small pile of dirty cloths sitting next to the empty hamper and twisted herself into a decades-old office chair just in time to let the plastic bag holding her sandwich order fall on to the computer desk. The pop thudded next to it and fizzed angrily in its plastic prison. Followed by a loud clatter as two bags of candy and a large bag of baked Lays spilled down with a thud in the space between computer desk and wall.

\tEventually the fumbling, twisting young woman settled down in her seat and flipped on the battered old black tower of her desktop. The half-dozen fans twisting to multi-colored light just as she slipped on her gaming headset and whiled away the seconds waiting for the overlaiden rig to get itself going.

\tEven before she got past her login screen Deb caught the familiar sound of a Discord call incoming. She hit the button the second it popped into view and lulled herself back. Her fingers idly fiddling with the paper around the first sandwich.

\t“Hey there, girl!” The voice chimed in the instant the call was accepted

\t“Hey, Chloe.” Deb muttered. She didn‘t really know much about the voice behind the screen. It was that of her best friend. They‘d known each other for quite a while now and she was one of the few reasons Deb was still around. Pathetic as that really was.

\t“You all set for Fallout 76? Remember you promised you‘d at least try it out a bit with me.”
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\t“Yeah. Sure.” Deb muttered half heartedly. “I have it on order at work.  Feels kind of stupid when Steam is a thing but there you go I guess.”

\t“Hey, are you ok, Deb?” Chloe sighed “You seem really down lately. Like, way more than usual. You didn’t go off your meds again did you?”

\t“No. God no. I’m not that stupid Chloe. I promised I wouldn’t put you or anyone else though that again.” She set the cheesesteak down and glanced at her wrists. A few small furrows in her fur. Old, about as well healed as they were ever going to get by now. Just scars. Painful, horrible little mementos.

\tDeb twisted open one of the Reese’s cups and tossed it into her mouth. Her forefinger and thumb both flicking off wrapper and paper with a surprising amount of grace. She dragged up her steam and GOG tabs. Running though both of them without much real interest. Just letting the word salad blur though her eyes as some little part of her brain assured the rest that she was doing ‘something’. That she wasn’t just coming home from work and moping again. She heard Chloe chuckle on the other end. The girl bitterly bemused as always.

\t“You know, you need to eat better, dear.”

\t“How can you tell what I’m eating?” Deb muttered defiantly.

\t“Well for one thing you’re being quite loud. And from the sounds of it you’re down, which means another binge. Right?”

\tDeb sighed. It was true. God help her if she were to ever admit it, but the pig really wasn’t too shocked. She was easier than a picture book, and Chloe always seemed to have keen eyes in that regard. She shoved the candy away and instead started to crack the bottle of pop, primarily to chase down the sandwich and at least feel like she was having some kind of real deal. A loud hiss of fizz screamed though the mic and only years of frustrated rote let her get the cap back tight before the carbonation made a mess and found liquid hitting her desktop. “God damn it, Chloe.” Deb sighed “You know just once I wish you were wrong about something.”

\t“No you don’t.” Chloe giggled “Besides you’re right more often than you give yourself credit for. I keep telling you, it‘s just a matter of taking better care of yourself. Once you do that”

\t“Then I can go out, right?” Deb finished the thought and looked down at her sandwich. She snatched up the mix of spongy bread and gritted meat, taking a huge bite and tossing it back down giving only a few small chews before she continued. “I know what you’re trying to do, Chloe. And I appreciate it. But I mean it’s not like I’m exactly a candidate for friends in meat space you know. Everyone I know is from work or the people I grew up with, and god knows it’s hard to call them friends anymore.”

\t“Why, because they’re all married?” Chloe giggled.

\t“Married. Working… Vanilla” Deb chuckled “People grow apart, you know? Everyone else kinda settled down and started doing things that I guess they felt they were supposed to do. They stuck collage out. They got the job and the house and the one and a half kids.”

\t“One point five.” Chloe corrected

\t“Right. That’s what I said. But it’s different, you know? Everyone else is doing what they’re supposed to and it all still seems… boring. I mean we’re all gonna die anyways. If I’m going to be wasting everyone’s time it might as well be doing something that doesn’t make me miserable. Sorry. I know. Don’t say that kind of crap.” She sighed.

\t“Please.” Chloe did her best to keep her voice strong and chipper. Not that it helped much.

\tDeb finally gave in and clicked on one of the desktop icons she still had yet to clean up from the cluttered image. She heard a sigh a few moments later, coupled with a barely constrained laugh.

\t“Deb, sweetie. I thought you hated Overwatch.”

\t“Kinda.” The pug muttered as she waited for the server to connect.

\t“No progress ever made. Same boring fights. All flash and no substance. Remember?”

\tThe words drew a small sigh from the dejected sow. “I just need to think about something else.” Deb muttered “I need something stupid and mindless. Besides it’s already paid for and downloaded. I might as well.” She shifted to Mai, her shoulders rolling and eyes squinting though the already drying contacts she had donned. She’d probably be better served getting up to rinse them out, if her depression would clear up enough to let her.

\tThe conversation stopped dead though the first match. It was mildly annoying as her little pixel panda ran around the screen, if only because the inane chatter of people in the game kept reminding her that other people exist. After the second game with an ungodly bad K/D ratio Deb slumped back and finally screamed into her headset. Everything in her body tensing and just as quickly going limp. Every muscle fiber in her body struggling with crippling indecision and her skin feeling ready to simply burst as the anxiety bubbled and roiled under it.

\t“Hey, Deb… you ok?” Chloe asked. A tentative question. The woman‘s voice delicate and soft. Dancing around the throbbing mass of irrational anxiety nipping at the pigs mind.

\t“Yes. No. I don‘t know. It‘s just. Gahh.” Deb squealed knocking the candy off of the desk and listening to the bag clatter in a mess between computer desk and wall.

\t“Look, Deb. I know I’ve asked you this before. But I still have to ask, what would make you happy?”

\t“Not what everyone else is doing.” Deb muttered softly before taking another bite of her sandwich.

\t“That’s not what I asked. Deb, we’ve known each other a long time. Even if it’s only been though a screen. You know what you want, don’t you?”

\t“No. I mean, not anything normal or healthy. We both know that. Nothing I could actually get. Or should.” The constant clamor of people over her headset bristled at Deb’s brain once more. She winced and snarled when yet another person started to yell at her for picking Mai instead of a ‘better’ character or ‘more fair’ character or whatever. The sow was lightning quick to bring up the task manager and intentionally crash the program. A small grin of satisfaction on her face as the other voices finally stopped

\t“Deb.” Chloe sighed.

\t“Yeah?” Deb muttered though the small rush of her pointless victory against annoying ‘others’

\t“I really want to know, what do you want?”

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\tThe small apartment had grown deathly still. Deb’s dull grey eyes flicked between the small camera light in her laptop and the relentless little blink of the record button for the inbuilt recording software. She scanned the soft cream white of her chest fur. Looking over the sharp, jagged lettering scrawled across it for the fiftieth time. Her heart fluttering, threatening to pop at any moment. She read over the things she’d written. “Dumb Tits”, “Pierce here” “Not a person” “Damaged goods”. Each one scrawled over her unpleasantly plump body, with one at the center of her chest. “Rape me”

\t“I’m not a person.” The words tumbled from her lips “I’m ugly. I’m fat. I’m stupid. I’ve never been sexually assaulted. I, I think that’s a mistake. No, I mean, it’s my mistake. It’s my fault.” Deb bit her lip and started to slowly caress her breasts. The same awkward fumbling she always inflicted upon herself. Rough, relentless. Usually rather numb after years of self abuse. Right now though her nipples were hard. The air feeling sharp on her soft fur. Tears already starting to drip down her cheeks as she pushed her breasts out, offering the soft C cups up to the camera. The words on full display.

\t“When I was younger.” she gasped “Nobody ever tried to touch me. Nobody tried to, to rape me, or molest me. I don’t know if any of my family members were like that. I don’t think I had any uncles they couldn’t have around. B-but I’m sorry” A sharp moan punctuated the apology. Deb pinching down on her nipples and twisting them painfully in opposite directions. “I know I deserved it. I know that’s what a worthless cunt like this deserves. We all deserve it. To learn nice and early that we’re all ugly, and dumb, and weak. That it doesn’t matter when we say no. That we don’t get to say no.”

\tShe sucked in a deep, ragged breath and mashed her fingers deep into the sensitive breast flesh. Grinding until she was positive she’d leave bruises. Until the pain drew a loud quivering moan of terror. One hand slowly dipped down as she started to slowly brush at her folds. Then stopped. Her hand curling up into a fist. “I’m so fucked up.” She gasped “I don’t now my place. Not really. I just keep hoping… I keep hoping some day some guy, or even some girl, will take pity on me. Will drag me into some dirty back ally. Will finally.” Another moan cut Deb off as she started to slowly grind along her finger. Not daring to put it in.

\t‘Not to cum’. Deb reminded herself. ‘No cumming for goonie piggy’.

\tShe brought her now moist finger to her lips. A few sniffs made her bristle hard. Thick feminine musk enough to make her gag and choke. She shoved it unceremoniously into her muzzle, licking and lapping around the digit while watching her own face melting into disgust. “I’m not gay, o-or bi.” She muttered “But I know it shouldn’t matter. You can make me lick your wife. O-or your girlfriend. You’re daughter. Your slave.” A broken smile slowly passed over the pig girls face “Y-you can both use me up. Fuck me up, beat me. Then throw me in the trash when you’re done. It’s what I deserve” Laughter. Sobs. The rough kneading resumed. Deb struggled not to close her legs as she molested her own chest. Tear stained cheeks a bright red

\t‘I’ll have to edit this later.’ It was the only thought to slip though Deb’s mind as she slowly molested herself. Her eyes finally falling on the exposed upload page in the background. The screen name “Rapepiglet” hovering over a blank gallery. Deb’s fingers curled into her breasts as she gazed at it. The woman cursing herself as a small orgasm rippled though her body.

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\tIt was hard to call the small workspace a lab. A half finished garage half littered with tools and spare parts which devoured any space where a car could go. The other looking near immaculate with rows of perfectly organized tool kits, an oscilloscope, 3D printer and five neatly arranged breadboards all dotted with wires and components.

\tFor such a janky operation it was nice. Or maybe it was nice enough for a janky operation. Deb was the only one on her little team who seemed not to care about debating such things. She had a job to do, and she was going to do it while she still had the small garage to herself.

\tDeb looked over the small makeshift rig they’d set up. Puzzle piece foam flooring giving her a bit of relief as she leaned over the heavily rigged bathroom scale upon which sat the chassis of ‘Gnasher’. Or at least what as left of it after the last bout.

\tIt had taken over an hour to finally pry the treads free of the wheels and yank off the damaged remains of the treadguard. Deb was careful to slowly unscrew the relatively bulky motor jammed in to drive the track forward. Carefully pulling the sprocket free from the axl and slipping the thing off of its rubber bushings. The whole back end of the motor was nothing but charred plastic and melted leads. Just another sign of what a lucky pick-hammer blow can do.

\tIn truth the pig’s mind was far away. Her hands fumbled softly with the first replacement candidate. Instantly the weight shot up from where it had been with the old motor by three pounds. That meant another three on the other side, and probably more for a bigger battery to make sure the hungry high torque things would actually spin up and keep the bot agile.

\tDeb wished to hell she could focus on it. Focus on the facts and statistics of the whole situation. Could simply submerge herself in data. But then that’s why she was here. To forget about the fool she had made of herself, was making of herself. To forget about how lonely she was. Maybe even forget about the simple fact that she simply had not grown up yet. That she was at twenty four the same exact person she was at sixteen, or twelve, or ten. Just with bills to pay and a shitty job to replace schooling.

\tYay adulating.

\tThe simple task of getting the new motors in and making sure they were secure had been the best distraction of the week. Slow, mindless disassembly and reassembly letting her anxiety and self loathing slip softly into the background. Shutting out the world. So much so that she didn’t even notice the door opening. Her eyes only barely breaking from her work as a shadow passed over it, glancing back at its owner.

\t“Oh, Johnny. Hey. I didn’t see you coming in.” Deb fumbled for the Bluetooth keyboard she used to keep distance between her laptop and the greasy heavy machine parts of the bot. She watched the young salamander moving down to the front of the bot and slowly rotating the dinged up spiked barrel that served as the prime weapon. He didn’t seem to pay Deb any real notice. Rolling the thing slowly and examining it carefully.

\t“Hey, uh… Johnny?” She asked, the sow a bit more annoyed now. “I said hi.”

\t“Yeah, I heard you.” The salamander nodded

\t“Jeeze what crawled up your butt?” She muttered. Deb fidgeted with her work goggles and twisted her pudgy fingers in between the small secured channels set up to route the motor leads to the power supply. Slowly twisting and poking them though like sweatpants string.

\tJohnny was quiet for the longest time. Wandering over to the large old desktop set up near the makeshift laptop bays and starting to slip his eyes over the code. He said nothing. Little more than his tail twitching and a few small grunts to cast his sour mood into the room.

\tIt took about an hour to get the whole motor assembly fully secured and tested. By the time Deb pulled herself back up her hands were cut and sore. The mere act of pulling her neck up an agonizing labor with little to show for it.

\t“I saw you.” Johnny finally muttered.

\t“Wait, wha?” Deb blinked “Saw me, what. Fix the motor? I mean that’s kinda what I’m here for, right?”

\tThe Salamander pushed himself back from the computer and shook his head softly. His chest heaving hard. “Look, it’s probably a good idea if I take a… break… from the team.”

\t“The fuck? Why?” Deb growled “You’re the best guy on the team when it comes to coding.”

\t“Because I saw you, ok?” Johnny muttered “Like, you. On… on Motherless. I knew it was you. The voice and. I saw you, Ok?”

\tDeb just stood there dumbstruck. She watched as he slipped a thumb drive into the computer and started to copy down the code. His eyes refusing to move from the monitor. Refusing to glance at her for even a moment.

\t“What do you mean ‘saw me’. Where? Johnny. I don’t-”

\t“It was one of the first searched results for ‘pig’, deb. Turns out a lot of pig girls have more self respect to put themselves up on a porn site. I recognized you. Your voice. Hell your apartment!”

\tShe took a few small breaths and sighed. Her body trembling. ice water hitting her veins. “So, you went on a porn site, and.”

\t“and that’s normal, Deb. What you did. What you said? That’s not fucking normal. Fuck. Look. Deb. Whatever shit you have going on, fine. I won’t tell anyone. But I just can’t be comfortable around you right now, ok? I’ll send in the code I have for now and I’m not going to ask you to leave but.”

\tThe sow sighed softly and pulled herself up from the floor. She glanced at the Salamander, probably the one guy on the team who had been half way nice to her, shaking her head in frustration. “I’m going home.” she muttered.

\t“I just told you that I’ll be the one to bow out, Deb. It’s my problem. I mean, no. It’s your fucking problem. But it’s your life. I’m not going to make you go.”

\t“I heard you.” She snapped. “Job’s done anyways. See ya.” Deb slammed her laptop shut and stormed out of the small garage, taking just enough time to grab her coat off of the rack. She made it as far as her car before falling face first onto the wheel of the battered old Prius as the tears began to well up.

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\tThere wasn’t too much going on in the Barnes and Noble. It sadly wasn’t a surprise considering the state of the written word these days. Or malls. Not for Deb, naturally. She was always a proud mall rat, even if she was a pig. Which was why she’d driven a whole city up to this one.

\tHer thick, dark purple duster was rather unseasonable. It stood out like a sore thumb among the heavyset soccer moms, mall walkers and hipstery college kids who still considered the mall worthy of their time. Deb stayed tucked away in the back of the store. Her body wavering between the Anne Rice knockoffs and the more generic, never-read fiction lining the shelf space. She pulled a few things off of the shelf now and then. Reading though a few lines. Checking the back of the dust jacket for the blurbs nobody ever really cared about. It didn’t take too much focus. Which was good. What she was looking for wasn’t on the shelves after all.

\tMost of the people bothering to enter the shop were rather predictable. Old grandmothers looking for gifts. The occasional faux music snob seeking a CD and a cup of coffee without knowing any of the small shops that invariably dotted any given city. At one point a few kids barreled by, dashing towards the comics and manga section in a rowdy stampede which threw Deb’s heart into her throat.

\t“Fuck.” She muttered. Quickly pulling a Dragonlance book off of the shelf and flipping though it to look busy. “Damn it Deb, stupid sow. Why are you doing this? Such a bad idea.”

\tBut then that was part of the appeal. The thrill. The danger. Just how wrong it all was. That no matter what she was just some filthy little addict looking for a fix. Her first fix. And oh, it would be glorious to have it come with the utter destruction of her soul. To have someone see her ripped down to nothingness. Right here in the store amidst the most innocent and most prudish of people who would show her no pity. By the time she was aware of the low moans slipping out under her breath she could feel the eyes of the teens from the next aisle over as they struggled to see what the hell she was doing. Deb simply snatched a few books from the shelf and turned away in a huff, yanking her coat in tighter around her body.

\tThat was when she saw it. Saw him. The Silky, black furred wolf thumbing though the CD racks as he kept one eye religiously on his phone. He wasn’t anything too special. The usual heavy ink and gauged ears you expected from the under 40 set. Handful of pendants and a classic ‘Bullet for my Valentine’ T-shirt that had seen quite a bit of use. She watched as he turned from the racks and made his way out of the store. Deb could barely contain herself. Her pace hurried as she made her way out in his trail. A loud, rough throat clearing from behind the counter the only thing stopping her from walking out.

\t“Um, Excuse me ma’am” The young woman behind the counter chirped. “I think you forgot something.”

\tDeb winced. She looked at the sharply dressed robin behind the register, then to the wolf as he wandered in to the Spencer’s across the way. Good. She hadn’t lost him. The pig made her way quickly to the register and smiled nervously. Rusty curls falling into her face. “Oh, right. Sorry. Kinda scatterbrained today.” She sighed.

\t“Oh I get it. Trust me. Been on my feet all day.” The other woman giggled “Hmm ok then. ‘Beauty’s Kingdom’ and ‘Attack of the Necron’. Heh, interesting reading night, huh?”

\t“Wha? Oh, uh. One of those isn’t for me.” Deb laughed nervously. Her eyes glanced towards the Spencer’s every now and then. Anxiety building and roiling in her stomach. It eased a touch when she saw the man slip back behind the counter. But only a touch.

\t“Well it’s nice to see people reading up at least. Though I didn’t think anyone read Anne Rice still. I loved all that Vampire Chronicles stuff when I was in middle school. Kind of outgrow it though, you know? College doesn’t leave too much time for fun reading.”

\t“Yeah, yeah I know.” Deb nodded. The pig was already well and truly checked out at this point .Her mind was on far more important matters.

\t“There we go. And do you have a rewards card with us?”

\t“No.” Deb shook her head.

\t“Well would you like one?” The girl murred happily. “It’ll save you-”

\t“No” Deb snapped. She then sighed and shook her head, her voice softening “I’m on a GameStop salary. Can’t really afford to buy books too often.”

\tIt should have felt worse. Hammering another retail drone like that. It was bad. It was the kind of thing she grew furious about night after night. Yet right now all Deb could think of was how her hand trembled while she struggled to get the card into the chip reader. The annoying beeps as it insistently rejected it for no real reason. The slowly frothing rage building up in her after the third time it blared in her ear.

\t“I, uh, think you gotta swipe it.” The robin whimpered. “Sorry.”

\t“No, no it’s ok. It’s fine. It’s fine.” Deb muttered. Finally the card swiped and a heavy push of the green enter button ended the whole affair. God only knew if she’d get a fee. If she had enough money in her account to cover this. Then again it was the absolute last thing on her mind.

\tDeb grabbed the bag and made her way across the way with little regard for the streams of people flowing around her. She managed to ding and bump a few people. Not that it mattered. She was here for one reason and one reason only. She was a woman on a mission.

\tGod help her, she was fucked up.

\t“Hey there, can I help you?”

\tThe wolfs disinterested voice  hit her like a brick. Deb froze. Looking around a moment. Biting her lip. She was sure she was blushing. It was enough to make her cheeks sting at the very least.

\t“Uh, hello?” The man repeated. A grating tone that showed his clear frustration at the odd woman.

\t“Oh, uh… no. that’s ok.” It was reflex. Maybe a bit of fear thrown in. Deb trembling as she made her way around the large counter. Her eyes rolled over the walls and racks largely to ensure she looked occupied once more.

\tThere was still a chance. Her last chance. For her to run. To forget all of this. To drive home in defeat. One that would probably have a better ending than the dubious victory she sought. But no. Really, that wasn’t an option. Deb knew that all too well. That stopped being an option the second she got in her car. The second she took the half-hour trip up here. The second she woke up today. She knew what she came up here for. There was no turning back now.

\t“I, eruh, um. Actually.” The sow whimpered softly. “I do think I need help finding something, if that’s ok.”

\t“Oh, sure.” The man nodded “Anything in particular you had your eye on?”

\t“Well, I know it’s back here.” Deb whimpered as she quickly made her way back to the back wall of the store. Nobody was there. Not that it mattered. Not that it would have stopped her by now. But it was a small comfort all the same.

\t“Uh, ok. So what do you need help with?” the wolf strolled his way up beside her. He glanced at the back wall next to Deb. A wide array of cheap, overpriced sex toys offered up for people too ashamed or too out-of-the-know to find a real sex shop. The blush and the proximity to such tools did draw a small grin from him. Bemused, if nothing else, by what was likely a common scenario.

\tDozens of stories swirled in the young woman’s mind. Lies and half truths. Deflections. Every moment offering another off ramp. Another way to get free of her self imposed doom. It curled her stomach. Sent shivers down her spine. It would be so very, very easy.

\tIt all made things so much better when the moment finally came. The heavy coat yanked open, the buttons strategically half-pulled before hand to ensure she could rip the garment away with little effort. It worked for the most part, exposing her upper body. Dozens of half seen little scribbles and scrawls lined it. ‘no protection required’, ‘Dumb bacon’, ‘Bruises mean I matter’, ‘not a person’, and a dozen other little things just from what was visible before the coat decided to keep its buttons in place to spite her.

\tOne, however, stood out. Carefully drawn and almost painfully neat right across her chest. Desperation leaking from the inked block lettering.

\t‘Virgin Rape Bait’

\tTrembling, terrified, broken. Deb simply looked away. She couldn’t stand the idea of seeing the mans face. Her heaving chest pushed out, all but pleading for attention. Her eyes were shut tight. Her toes curled. Her body forcing itself into a wonderful state of unpreparedness for the assault it longed to feel.

\tShe stood. For what felt like ages. Each second passing by causing the anticipation to build higher and higher Causing it to crescendo, and then suddenly fall off of a cliff. When her eyes opened again Deb saw the man, frowning. Not scowling. Not angry. Just the clear looks of mortification and disgust.

\t“Ma’am.” He said flatly. “I think you’d better go.”

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\t“I really don’t want to do this.” It was about the tenth time Deb had sent the text. Not the same words, naturally. But each time she protested made her feel a bit more guilty about it. Some small part of her mind gnawing and tugging at her as it waited for Chloe to get angry at her. Or as angry as one can make a text.

\t“You promised” Was the only thing she got back. Which was true Even if it was driven largely by guilt and loyalty to one of her few friends.

\t“This is basically emotional blackmail, you know that right?” She texted in between dodging and weaving though the thinning crush of people. Main street parking always left you stranded far from wherever you needed to go, it seemed. It had no qualms about taking three bucks out of your pocket to do so, either.

\t“Well then you should be turned on.” Chloe’s joke made Deb wince. It was bad, sure. It was also intended to cheer her up. Moreover it was destined to fail. Nothing was going to cheer the pig up after the week, hell after the month she’d had. That was the worst part though, really. The little barb of resentment digging in. No, not resentment. Not really. It was impossible to say what it was. Some twisted little nodule of hate with no place to sit comfortably in her head.

\tAll the more reason to make herself go though with this. Who else could right the mental slight she’d just made against one of the few people in her corner? It’s not like anyone else would know.

\tWhen she finally arrived at the little Deli the street traffic had changed considerably. Gone were the 9 to 5 drones flooding to their cars and parking spots, replaced with the mix of overtly geeky and painfully artistic types finding solace in the atmosphere drenched little brick and mortars clinging to the bottoms of old buildings. Indeed without the sandwich board covered in drawings of actual sandwiches all done up in rainbow chalk it would have been easy to mistake the little eatery for any one of a hundred different businesses using murals painted on the windows as a substitute for proper signage.

\tFortunately for Deb it didn’t seem that there were too many people. At least none waiting around. The idea of meeting someone without even knowing what they look like was absolutely stomach churning. A free invitation for all the wrong kinds of social humiliations. And here she was in some pseudo modernistic off-white box stacked with random old pictures and happy meal toys as some sort of artistic statement. A line of about a dozen hipsters with a spectrum of hair colors, piercing and expensive ‘goodwill clique’ clothing. The ill fitting SAO shirt and ratty jean shorts Deb sported looked positively normal by comparison.

\tAh, but if they only knew what she was hiding under all of that.

\tShe scanned the room slowly and paced her way in. A few of the tables in the middle were occupied. All by couples or groups. Collections of people who mercifully let her know right away to keep looking and ignore the normal people with their normal lives. If she was lucky, maybe the other person wouldn’t even show.

\tThen she spotted a seat at the back of the wall. Deb’s heart somehow found a way to sink further. She looked at the young woman. A rather scrawny, unassuming girl with a strip of yellow in her otherwise jet black pixie cut. The most striking thing about the rodent being the massive cello case sat next to the grey furred squirrel, looking as if it was about to collapse and crush her.

\tDeb stood there for ages. Slowly taking small steps forwards and back. Looking around again at the slapdash decor. The idea that she might be wrong, might be the fist one to show up, o that she hadn’t’ shown up at all gnawing away at the back of her mind. She was just about to turn and go when the woman looked up from her phone, Glancing over the end of her sharp square-framed glasses.

\t“Say, are you Deb?” She chirped.

\tDeb winced and nodded softly. The pig dragging herself over and sitting down across from the squirrel. The woman was grinning nice and wide. Though god only knew if that was a good thing or not.

\t“I, guess you’re Chloe’s friend?”

\t“Li.” The squirrel nodded “Sorry I didn’t see you before.”

\t“No no, it’s my fault.” Deb muttered “I was just…”

\t“Kinda nervous about going up to a stranger?” The squirrel smirked and shook her head softly. She had quite a kind face. A bit round and cheery despite her painfully skinny frame. A kind of natural innocence that only made poor Deb feel that much worse about herself.

\tDeb quickly pulled the menu into her hands and flipped it open. Rows of anime and pop culture characters sitting beside each sandwich. “That obvious, huh?”

\t“Why do you think I waited half an hour?” Li giggled

\tDeb’s nose scrunched a bit. She looked the girl over and winced. “So wait, you were just.”

\t“Yuh huh.” Li nodded. “Admittedly part of that is just me not wanting to head all the way home and back again. The cello on the bus gets you all kinds of dirty looks.”

\t“I was gonna say.” Deb nodded “I mean, no offense but that’s not really the kind of thing you see people lug around ever day. Still not quite sure just how to react to it..”

\t“Well if you can wander in here all greased up from your job.” Li chuckled

\tThe words rolled though Deb’s mind a few times before finally clicking in to place. The pig yanked her cell phone free and flipped it away from the discord box on to camera mode. A few agonizing moments of fumbling and she finally got one facing her to click on, showing her normally disheveled hair particularly mated up and smudges of grease streaked though her reddish cheek fur.

\t“Son of a bitch.” Deb muttered. “You know I spent like ten minutes washing my hands, too! God I’m such a loser.”

\tCollapsing back into her seat, Deb had to force herself to glance across the table once more. No doubt Li was already scrambling to get a snapshot of the stupid fuck-up pig girl to spread around. She certainly wasn’t expecting to see the girl looking so… pleased. Seeing her biting her lip. Li actually squirming a bit as she sat. Awkward, cute, hovering just his side of blatant about it.

\t“Sorry. I wasn’t really trying to make you uncomfortable.” Li muttered “I mean if I kinda figured you were rushed anyways, and, well…”

\t“I was.” Deb sighed. The pig paused for a long moment. Taking in a few quick breaths. Her toes curling just a bit. One question hovering though her mind again and again. “Li, how do you know Chloe, exactly?”

\t“Online friends. My job is pretty boring, really. I mean, I like it, but it gives you a ton of time to play MMOs and RP. Get to know some good friends.”

\t“So wait, you play that thing? Like, for your job?” Deb blinked.

\t“Yeah. I mean sure we may not be New York or Boston but we still have an Orchestra. I spent fifteen years practicing this thing every day so I kinda figure I should get a career out of it. Plus it’s a great time to be in one now. Distant Worlds came though here and I got paid to learn ‘Forever Rachel’. How cool is that?”

\t“I… Damn” Deb blinked.

\t“So, yeah. I like it a lot. Not sure it’s as cool as whatever got you all greasy. But it’s fun.”

\t“That? Oh it’s, nothing. I kinda screwed some things up, I guess. Had to fix them. It isn’t for work though. Chloe didn’t tell you I work a register did she?”

\t“Well no.” Li shrugged. She twisted the top off of a bottle of ‘Clearly Canadian’ and took a sip. Her tail flicking at the light pebbly  concoction. “I mean if we’re being honest, that’s not really the point of a blind date. I don’t think.”

\t“So this is a date, then?” Deb muttered.

\t“Isn’t it?” Li whimpered. Some of the confidence draining from her voice.

\t“I donno. Chloe didn’t say. She just had a long talk with me about… about something that came up. Then she said she wanted me to meet someone and made me promise I would. Now here we are. So I guess I kinda figured”

\t“That it was a date.” Li finished. “I mean it was mostly the same for me. Mostly. I don’t know how close you really are with her. I’d have to imagine quite close though. Considering that’s how she is with most people she likes. Always trying to take care of everyone like some kind of ubermom.”

\t“Well if it’s any consolation I’m sure whatever you fucked up to be down enough for this wasn’t as bad as mine. I mean unless you lack a car because you did a hit and run or something. Oh, uh, say you mind if I go nab one of those? I think the line thinned out and I haven’t had one since I was a kid.”

\t“Sure.” Li giggled. ” The sudden request actually seeming to leave her a bit more bemused. “Tell ya what. If you’re ready why not go ahead and order, too? I already know I’m having the Hinata hold the Avocado.

\t“You know I realized I’d have to make a wonky order like that the second I saw the walls of this place. And it still feels super weird.” The pig sighed as she pulled her ample rump out of the seat and wandered across the small establishment.

\tDeb made her way back to a small drink fridge kept near the register and pulled out a bottle of the beverage, making sure to get another for her apparent ‘date’ as well. The whole thing felt wrong. Nerve wracking, unsettling. Far worse than it had been when she walked in. yet at the same time, better. By the time Deb got up to the counter she could still feel the other girl staring at her. Almost leering. The simple act of ordering the sandwiches somehow making her feel stupid. And not for requesting a ‘Jaleel White with extra mushrooms.’

\tBy the time she returned with the drinks and their order number, Deb flat out couldn’t’ take it anymore. She set the glass bottles down harder than she intended and slid one to the squirrel. Her eyes fixed on the dopy grinning Li who seemed all too unnervingly content.

\t“Look, Li. I hate to say this but I’m not, I mean… I’m not sure if what Chloe told you about me is like, good information. I mean it seems pretty clear she told you something. I don’t know what, but. I’m kinda fucked up.”

\t“Yeah?” Li giggled softly.

\t“Yeah” Deb muttered, her annoyance growing. “By more than a little bit. Look I hate to be blunt about this, but I just… I need a very special kind of relationship.”

\tThe squirrel grinned a bit wider at t he admission “And?”

\t“And I don’t even know if I’d be good in that kind of relationship. Or any kind. Especially right now.”

\t“And?” Deb giggled again.

\t“And? And as much as I appreciate it, as much as I really don’t want to sound rude. I don’t know that a fucked up little piglet like me can eve hold down a relationship with other people, let alone people who don’t get what I’m looking for. How horrible it is. How wrong it is. I mean if Chloe didn’t tell you anything, then…”

\tDeb cut herself off. The sight of the girl across the table. A fluffy gray ball of nervous energy ready to explode. Blushing rather savagely and twitching. The two sat quiet for a long moment. Deb almost forgetting how to speak as the words finally came from t he smallish girl.

\t“Do you, still have any of it written on you?”

\t“W-what?” Deb gasped. She fumbled, nearly falling out of her chair. Only the tips of her fingers and the precarious friction of her glass pop bottle on the smoothed veneer tabletop kept her from taking a header into the polished concrete flooring.

\t“Oh god, I’m so sorry.” Li whimpered “I didn’t, I mean I just… I kinda had to… I was curious, and. Are you ok?”

\t“What do you mean have it on me?” Deb whispered loudly.

\t“You know, that stuff. Like before. You know… ‘Rapepiglet’?

\tDeb could feel her blood turn to raw ice in her veins. Some small part of her registered the shock, the worry and disappointment on Li’s face. The rest of her simply sat there. Stunned. A deep dark blush creeping up that mask of terror.

\t“How did you…”

\t“Oh god I can’t believe I blurted that out.” Li sighed “L-look. I, Chloe said she was sure. Like, really sure. Positive even. If she was wrong, then-”

\t“How do you know about that name?” Deb whispered loudly. Her body hunched over the table, threading to topple it from the mount where it was bolted.

\t“I, saw it. Your first few videos, I mean. I was just, I was talking to Chloe, and I showed her, and… I don’t know. She said, she said she had an idea. That she ‘knew’. I didn’t even know what she meant. But then I saw you, and even without your face being seen on the videos… I guess I kinda.”

\t“I, look. You can’t tell anyone about this, ok? Really. It’s caused people enough problems already. It was a stupid idea to begin with.”

\t“It, was kinda cute.” Li muttered “hot, and cute, and… sweet.”

\tDeb balked at the words and took another deep breath to calm herself. Already she could hear her heart thumping in her chest. “I know Chloe means well. But Honestly I just, I don’t think I’d be good for a relationship right now, or probably ever. I just don’t. I’m not. And even if I was. This” she winced “Even if I was ok enough. I want to end up with someone who would… take me. And, well, A man.”

\t“M-me too.” Li muttered. The squirrel leaning in close. The two locking eyes as the squirrel girl steadied herself and the table with every ounce of weight she could manage. “Deb, I’m a sub. I’m not looking to control you. I’m out for twenty four seven TPE. Period. No exceptions. And I know I’m going to find it some day. But” she sighed and slumped back “it hasn’t happened yet. And, well, I sure as hell don’t want to be the only property when the time comes. And I saw your videos. What you did. What you said.”

\tAnother long pause. Deb shifting back into her seat. The whirlwind in her head leaving little processing power for things like asking questions or blinking.

\t“I’m not asking for you to commit to anything Deb. But I just, I kinda have a crush on you I guess. Like, a ‘sister crush’ if that makes sense. And there’s like, no reason about two subs hooking up before they find their owner, right?”

\t“I guess.” Deb muttered “But like I said, I don’t know how good I’d be in any relationship.”

\t“You seem fine to me.” Li smirked “I’m not going to pressure you. But I just feel like it makes some sense. At least to try it. We’re both Chloe’s friends anyways, so what’s the worst that could happen? We end up just friends?”

\t“Or we force Chloe to choose sides.”

\t“Like she’d put up with that.” Li laughed “If you’re not comfortable with it, I’m not going to push you. All I’m saying is that I know the one thing you seemed most terrified of. Unless I’m wrong and you’re hiding a ton of other horrible things you don’t want to mention. Right?”

\t“I, guess.” Deb muttered “Well unless you count the five bodies in my trunk.”

\tLi gripped her muzzle in a futile effort to keep pop from spraying out of her nose. “Gah, ow. See? You can’t tell me you aren’t like this most of the time. And then the rest I have to assume you’re more like… camera you.” Li muttered, licking her lips a bit.

\t“Y-yeah.” Deb sighed “I guess

\t“All I’m asking for is a few dates. Feel it out, see where things go. I need to push my life forward, Deb. You kinda seem like a cool girl to do it with. Especially with all the markers and self punishments and stuff.”

\tThe blush in Debs cheeks turned to fire. She quickly buried them in her hands and shook her head hard. “Fine, fine.” She muttered “But we need to set up some ground rules. And don’t go getting your hopes up, ok? I mean it.”

\tLi opened her mouth to say something just as the girl behind the counter called out their number. The squirrel pushed herself up, careful not to knock her interment over, and walked slowly past deb. “I’ll get it, ’sister’” Li teased  The scrawny squirrel ran her hand along Debs shoulder as she went. Slowly, carefully. Decades of tension seeming to evaporate at the simple caress.

\tDeb reached up to grip the spot where she had been touched. A small shudder running up and down her spine. “Oh god. What the hell am I getting myself into?”
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