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Hope you guys all enjoy", "writing": "Joint Project\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\t``I can't believe you're dragged me all the way out here for this.''\n\n\tArty couldn't believe his luck when the teacher had decided to pair him up with Desdemona for their science project. She was the typical quintessential fake goth. A girl who had started wearing the cloths only recently. A plump and admittedly big titted beaver girl with bottle black hair squeezed in to cheap black hot topic lace.\n\n\tIt was clear she resented the pencil thin rat boy. She only stood in his house now because she needed him. Which was why the thick faux-goth found herself slumped down on his couch fiddling with the TV remote while Arty worked at a mass of cables and wires going from his desktop to a sticker-laden VR helmet plopped on a wig stand.\n\n\t``You said you were ok with me taking the lead on the project, Janie.'' he sighed\n\n\t``Desdemona.'' She corrected ``And I wouldn't' expect some little teachers pet conformist to get it. If you're the one who cares about getting an A then you should be the one doing the work. I don't see why I need to be here.''\n\n\t``Right, Desdemona, sorry.'' Arty worked on the last bundle of USB ports, sorting them all out to make sure everything was set up just right. It was bad enough with just out-of-the-box stuff he'd normally deal with. Fortunately if he did it right he knew it would be worth it.\n\n\t``So I'm willing to do the work, but the teacher already let us know that you had to do something if we're both going to get a grade. I don't want to lie and risk an F. I'm not a good liar anyways. So I did all the work and I'll write the report, and you'll be the `test subject'. Which just means you have to try the game out a while and give me some feedback. This is literally the easiest A you could possibly ask for.''\n\n\t``Like I care.'' the girl crossed her arms under her chest and leaned back on the couch looking around the tidy living room with her barely-worn pleather thigh boots up on the couch. Soon she was lost in her phone and whatever music pumped into her wireless ear buds. The next hour Arty worked in near silence going over the code and programming while his partner did no real work. The only real benefit for arty was that she didn't notice the occasional glances he stole at her body. The girl, a bit of a prep until recently, still having a good body if more plump than most of the real popular girls. Maybe not exactly his type, but certainly pretty.\n\n\t``So basically I have to play your dumb game and then, what?'' the beaver muttered\n\n\t``And then you just write up your experience. Or, I guess you can tell me if you don't' want to write.'' the rat muttered the words tiredly. Naturally she wasn't going to. She wasn't going to do much of anything. At least not on her own.\n\n\tOnce the program finished loading Arty snatched up the helmet and made his way over to the bored beaver girl, plopping the thing down on her head without warning and moving the strap down under her chin.\n\n\t``Hey wait! What are you doing?'' Desdemona yelped \n\n\t``Relax. I got the program working.'' Arty snickered to himself a bit. He watched her squirm for a moment. Fussing before finally slumping back and growling at where she imagined he was. \n\n\t``You're an ass.'' The beaver muttered ``Ok so just start it up already and let's get this over with. I wanna go out to hot topic before the mall closes.''\n\n\tThe rat gave a collective eye roll for every real goth he knew. He snuck another glance at the girls ample cleavage where it sat heaving with each breath amid that cheap overly dark dress and poorly done corset.\n\n\tShe wasn't ready for the assault. A heavy four/four beat of synthesized tones Des tensed up and twitched grabbing at the phones pushing down on her ears and trying to pull them away while the noise grew louder but kept the same mechanical pace.\n\n\t``Just relax'' Arty muttered, patting the helmet and walking back over to the monitor ``Not like you can do much about this anyways.\n\n\tThe gothy beaver growled loudly and gripped at the couch back trying to pull herself up. A fresh wave of vertigo washed over her as the screens over her eyes burst forth in rippling blue light. Her stomach lurched, her body twitched and writhed. She slumped back down on the couch and whimpered helplessly from the sudden over stimulation.\n\n\t``You stupid geek, this is way too much. Get it off of me.'' Des slurred. ``What the fuck even is this stupid thing? This isn't a game. It's not... not...'' The words didn't come. She struggled to form them, trying to voice thoughts that came into her head. It was crowded. Aching. Her brain strained as over stimulation pressed down and left her feeling floaty and blurry.\n\n\t``Relax.'' A heavily distorted voice commanded\n\n\t``N-no. Get off.'' Des whimpered back.\n\n\t``Relax.'' The command came again. And then again. Every eight beets in the same flat, firm tone. Each repetition of that word dulled the blue lights just a bit and gave some tiny reprieve from the sensory overload. Des felt herself rolling side to side trying to shake off the fading discomfort while the voice and lights made her body feel weaker and heavier each time. Each small curse against the rat boy died on her lips as her body went limp. The throbbing lights finally started to die down now. The demand to relax calming only when she did until finally her body no longer wished to respond to her thoughts.\n\n\tOnly when she was totally still did the sick feeling start to go away. Her heavy body heaved while images started to flash before her eyes. Pictures. Art and low quality pornography. Even with her brain screaming for rest from the sounds and sights there was enough of Des' over stimulated mind to drink in the occasional snippets of bare fur in lewd and suggestive poses. \n\n\t`Dumb Arty'. The girl spat ``When I get out of this. I'm gonna be a pervert. Wait. No.'' \n\n\t``Oh wow.'' Arty blinked ``only half an hour and it's already starting to work.'' he moved his computer chair closer to watch her. After days of fighting with Des just to get her to show up at his house and do some of the work on their joint project it was admittedly cathartic to see her fidget helplessly now.\n\n\t``I'm not a pervert. You are. Whatever you're doing to me. Fucking with my head. It's so hot!'' Des bit her lip in shock with the word slipping out. Her ample chest heaved and ached. One leg fell helplessly from the couch and on to the floor leaving her expensive silk panties fully exposed to the cool air of the house. She felt them grow damp while watching. Watching pictures of cartoon characters in congress. Shameful displays of figures she had never seen or could almost recall from her youth utterly sexualized and on full display one quarter second at a time.\n\n\tThere were words on the pictures. Never the same ones or in the same places. Her over stimulated brain sought them out frantically as some way to mitigate the overwhelming agitation from the drowning sea of input. At first they were impossible to read. Near instantaneous blips even among the pictures of familiar furs getting plowed and tied up and whipped. \n\n\t``H-hentai.'' The word slipped out of the beaver girl's lips, unfamiliar and stilted. Some fuzzy part in the back of her head was aware of her hands moving up. Aware of those paws gripping firmly into her tit flesh and kneading roughly. Squeezing her fingers against the nipples and lulling her head back from the sudden pleasure. The digits moved on their own with a clumsy compulsion. Not smooth or seductive. Everything raw and janky like a puppet on strings. The low quality goth dress and her ample bra both twisted and distorted over the breasts, underwire bending and warping as she showed no real regard for her own comfort.\n\n\tWords hovered in the noises fed to her and they were growing clearer the more aroused she became. The awkward mashing at her nipples though layers of fabric was itself an objectively pleasure less experience, and yet each rough squeeze sent waves of shame and bliss down the dazed girl's spine.\n\n\tDirty little gooner girl.\n\n\tShe heard it. She thought it. She read it. The words didn't make any sense, but they felt so very good blasting at the small part of her brain still aware of the situation. The beaver girl felt her legs opening more. It felt good. It made her feel like some nasty pervert. She watched pictures of girls in glasses being violated, performing all manner of lewd sex acts and felt the welling juices start to stain her panties. \n\n\tDirty little gooner girl.\n\n\tThe fire in her loins began building up. That lust taking the edge off of her brain' throbbing ache and giving her some form of comfort the longer it went on. It was so wrong being such a lewd girl. She was dimly aware that someone was watching her. Someone saw her being a dirty little pervert. That fact drove her to mash and fumble her breasts more, and the more she did o the more aroused she became. The more aroused she became, the more she wanted to toy with her over-ample chest. All the while she grew more needy and the strange sensation welling in her mind grew more tolerable.\n\n\tAnd then she stopped. Somewhere near the edge of orgasm her hands dropped down to her side. Girls in her vision were all cumming. The words said no. She can't cum. She's not allowed to cum. They were allowed to cum. She wasn't. They were real girls. They were pretty girls. They were hot, sexy 2D girls.\n\n\tShe was a pervert. A goonie little pervert. She wanted to cum. She wanted to be a lewd little pervert. But she wasn't supposed to. She was supposed to watch, and be horny. At once the pictures flashing before her started searing themselves into her brain and so much of the dull ache that had assaulted her subsided. If she were someone else the girl might have even cum just from the feeling of it. She did feel her paw moving down between her legs. She felt it pushing on those damp panties and moving around in clumsy little circles while more images were fed to her.\n\n\tSomething in the back of Des' mind told her that she couldn't keep this up. That she needed to cum. If she didn't cum, she was going to end up staying like this forever. Some sad, pathetic little addict. Wanting more porn. Needing more porn. Never able to shut her mind up.\n\n\tSmall clips started to play now. Nothing major. Black Bible, La Blue girl, Princess 69, Cool devices. Somehow she knew them all. Small bits of animation replaced the still images while the words before her face only grew faster and more demanding. It felt so good hovering on the edge of orgasm as she watched the dark rituals slowly forcing a big beautiful futa cock on to an unsuspecting schoolgirl. She stated wondering what Lt. Noin from Gundam Wing would look like with one. Or lady Un. She started thinking about Lady Un sitting on her face, making the weak little beaver cum for her while struggling to breath in that strong milfy muff. Being tied up and captured by her, or maybe by Ivy from Soul Calibur. Or Laluche, or Light. \n\n\tThe dreams bounced around almost as quickly as the images now, neither set of fantasies matching. The actions in both growing ever more depraved and improbable as they seemed to feed on each other. Some dim part of her was aware of `him' as well. The one who put this helmet on her. The one who was watching. The name slipped her mind, yet the image of him resting one knee on the couch. His cock out and being stroked. Mere inches from her paw. The whole thing caused her to stroke faster and harder in rough unkind circles stopping only to let herself come down after a few moments of vigorous assault. \n\n\tIt was embarrassing to think about the fact that he was watching her. More so to imagine he was going along with her. That was why it felt so good. That was why it was so very right. The fact that Des didn't wish to continue drove her paws into a frenzy as she panted and snorted and arched her back stopping once again at the warm flood of a near orgasm only to ruin it by pulling here hands away and sobbing a hard heavy moan.\n\n\t``Dirty little gooner girl'' The words left her muzzle this time. She licked awkwardly along thick black lipstick and went utterly limp. A blissfully unwilling victim of her overactive mind and the steady stream of perverted porn being drip fed to her. Some small part of Des was dimly aware of a warm sensation landing on her panties and a bit more on her thighs. She shuddered and curled but didn't move. She couldn't move. The program was far from done with her and without someone else to help her out of it all she could do was lay back and endure the relentless assault.\n\n\tOutside of the helmet, Arty picked himself up off of the couch and shivered. He walked back to the computer and initiated the next phase of the program. He'd probably let the first part go on a bit long, but it had certainly been worth the watch and his big sister hadn't mentioned anything about any of her programs having any serious detrimental effects. Not that she discussed much of her little `side project' with him. Looking back, though, Arty was pretty sure he'd gotten something out of this at least, and if nothing else he could fudge this all into an easy A.\n\n---------------------\n\n\tIt wasn't worth it. That had become quite clear after the fifth or so time Arty had gotten his rocks off last night. Getting to ogle one of the hotter girls in his grade had been nice, sure. The fact that Desdemona was a major bitch and really deserved what she got had been a nice bonus as well.\n\n\tIt still wasn't worth it. Mom and dad had almost found out that something was up, and that was bad enough. Thee program turned out to have nearly a dozen different phases each one more complicated than the last. By thee end of it he'd spent two solid hours watching some home made program spit out metrics he didn't understand while having to get worked up at the sight of a drooling needy goth girl writhing on hi couch edging herself until even he found the sight losing a bit of luster.\n\n\tNow the white-furred rat boy had to drag his half awake carcass though the school hallways worrying abut the bullshit he'd attached to the EEG data Desdemona had produced last night. He knew just enough neurology that he was pretty sure he'd been able to bullshit a convincing report. Something about the similarities between REM sleep and video games. He'd actually called his sister to make sure he was doing it right. The confession that he used her program had gotten a very long and drawn out lecture that Arty didn't really bother paying attention to. But she wasn't going to be home until the weekend, so really she had all the time in the world to cool off and focus on whatever college was giving her.\n\n\tAll the yelling, all the hassle, all the cleaning. It wasn't worth it. But now all Arty had to do was get his butt into class, BS the teacher with his report and hope that the program properly suppressed most of what happened to Des so she wouldn't end up telling on him or seeking out whatever kind of revenge a prep turned surface goth might enact.\n\n\tThat hope took a hit when he saw her standing there. The beaver girl looked even more tired and disheveled than he did. Her makeup a wreck, her hair out of place. Standing at the end of the hallway staring daggers at him though her grey eyes while hiding herself behind the endmost locker as if it would offer some kind of protection against imagined scrutiny.\n\n\tArty moved past the classroom door and made his way over to her. Nobody noticed him, and thankfully her shifted posture seemed to help hide her as well amid the haze of self important preoccupied students. \n\n\t``You!'' Des whisper-hissed. She stepped forward in an attempt to be intimidating and then shrank back into her hiding space, such as it was.\n\n\t``Me.'' Arty muttered back ``What about me? Look class is going to be starting soon. And, uh, are you sure you're ok?''\n\n\t``No I'm not ok.'' Des growled ``I'm tired. I went home and, well,'' She blushed furiously and looked down, then glared up at him again. ``Other things aside, I binged all of OHS host club.''\n\n\t``All of it?'' He blinked\n\n\t``Yes all of it. You can't have that many cute boys in a harem anime and not binge it all. I also read up on the Visigoths. You know, to be more, `gothy'. That's not the point though.''\n\n\t``I'd hope not.'' Arty sighed. He let out a nervous laugh and looked her over, trying his best to hide his own growing horror. ``So, uh, you need something, lab partner?''\n\n\t``Yes'' she snapped back. ``I need to know just what you did to me!''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Joint Project

By TerraMGP

\t``I can't believe you're dragged me all the way out here for this.''

\tArty couldn't believe his luck when the teacher had decided to pair him up with Desdemona for their science project. She was the typical quintessential fake goth. A girl who had started wearing the cloths only recently. A plump and admittedly big titted beaver girl with bottle black hair squeezed in to cheap black hot topic lace.

\tIt was clear she resented the pencil thin rat boy. She only stood in his house now because she needed him. Which was why the thick faux-goth found herself slumped down on his couch fiddling with the TV remote while Arty worked at a mass of cables and wires going from his desktop to a sticker-laden VR helmet plopped on a wig stand.

\t``You said you were ok with me taking the lead on the project, Janie.'' he sighed

\t``Desdemona.'' She corrected ``And I wouldn't' expect some little teachers pet conformist to get it. If you're the one who cares about getting an A then you should be the one doing the work. I don't see why I need to be here.''

\t``Right, Desdemona, sorry.'' Arty worked on the last bundle of USB ports, sorting them all out to make sure everything was set up just right. It was bad enough with just out-of-the-box stuff he'd normally deal with. Fortunately if he did it right he knew it would be worth it.

\t``So I'm willing to do the work, but the teacher already let us know that you had to do something if we're both going to get a grade. I don't want to lie and risk an F. I'm not a good liar anyways. So I did all the work and I'll write the report, and you'll be the `test subject'. Which just means you have to try the game out a while and give me some feedback. This is literally the easiest A you could possibly ask for.''

\t``Like I care.'' the girl crossed her arms under her chest and leaned back on the couch looking around the tidy living room with her barely-worn pleather thigh boots up on the couch. Soon she was lost in her phone and whatever music pumped into her wireless ear buds. The next hour Arty worked in near silence going over the code and programming while his partner did no real work. The only real benefit for arty was that she didn't notice the occasional glances he stole at her body. The girl, a bit of a prep until recently, still having a good body if more plump than most of the real popular girls. Maybe not exactly his type, but certainly pretty.

\t``So basically I have to play your dumb game and then, what?'' the beaver muttered

\t``And then you just write up your experience. Or, I guess you can tell me if you don't' want to write.'' the rat muttered the words tiredly. Naturally she wasn't going to. She wasn't going to do much of anything. At least not on her own.

\tOnce the program finished loading Arty snatched up the helmet and made his way over to the bored beaver girl, plopping the thing down on her head without warning and moving the strap down under her chin.

\t``Hey wait! What are you doing?'' Desdemona yelped

\t``Relax. I got the program working.'' Arty snickered to himself a bit. He watched her squirm for a moment. Fussing before finally slumping back and growling at where she imagined he was.

\t``You're an ass.'' The beaver muttered ``Ok so just start it up already and let's get this over with. I wanna go out to hot topic before the mall closes.''

\tThe rat gave a collective eye roll for every real goth he knew. He snuck another glance at the girls ample cleavage where it sat heaving with each breath amid that cheap overly dark dress and poorly done corset.

\tShe wasn't ready for the assault. A heavy four/four beat of synthesized tones Des tensed up and twitched grabbing at the phones pushing down on her ears and trying to pull them away while the noise grew louder but kept the same mechanical pace.

\t``Just relax'' Arty muttered, patting the helmet and walking back over to the monitor ``Not like you can do much about this anyways.

\tThe gothy beaver growled loudly and gripped at the couch back trying to pull herself up. A fresh wave of vertigo washed over her as the screens over her eyes burst forth in rippling blue light. Her stomach lurched, her body twitched and writhed. She slumped back down on the couch and whimpered helplessly from the sudden over stimulation.

\t``You stupid geek, this is way too much. Get it off of me.'' Des slurred. ``What the fuck even is this stupid thing? This isn't a game. It's not... not...'' The words didn't come. She struggled to form them, trying to voice thoughts that came into her head. It was crowded. Aching. Her brain strained as over stimulation pressed down and left her feeling floaty and blurry.

\t``Relax.'' A heavily distorted voice commanded

\t``N-no. Get off.'' Des whimpered back.

\t``Relax.'' The command came again. And then again. Every eight beets in the same flat, firm tone. Each repetition of that word dulled the blue lights just a bit and gave some tiny reprieve from the sensory overload. Des felt herself rolling side to side trying to shake off the fading discomfort while the voice and lights made her body feel weaker and heavier each time. Each small curse against the rat boy died on her lips as her body went limp. The throbbing lights finally started to die down now. The demand to relax calming only when she did until finally her body no longer wished to respond to her thoughts.

\tOnly when she was totally still did the sick feeling start to go away. Her heavy body heaved while images started to flash before her eyes. Pictures. Art and low quality pornography. Even with her brain screaming for rest from the sounds and sights there was enough of Des' over stimulated mind to drink in the occasional snippets of bare fur in lewd and suggestive poses.

\t`Dumb Arty'. The girl spat ``When I get out of this. I'm gonna be a pervert. Wait. No.''

\t``Oh wow.'' Arty blinked ``only half an hour and it's already starting to work.'' he moved his computer chair closer to watch her. After days of fighting with Des just to get her to show up at his house and do some of the work on their joint project it was admittedly cathartic to see her fidget helplessly now.

\t``I'm not a pervert. You are. Whatever you're doing to me. Fucking with my head. It's so hot!'' Des bit her lip in shock with the word slipping out. Her ample chest heaved and ached. One leg fell helplessly from the couch and on to the floor leaving her expensive silk panties fully exposed to the cool air of the house. She felt them grow damp while watching. Watching pictures of cartoon characters in congress. Shameful displays of figures she had never seen or could almost recall from her youth utterly sexualized and on full display one quarter second at a time.

\tThere were words on the pictures. Never the same ones or in the same places. Her over stimulated brain sought them out frantically as some way to mitigate the overwhelming agitation from the drowning sea of input. At first they were impossible to read. Near instantaneous blips even among the pictures of familiar furs getting plowed and tied up and whipped.

\t``H-hentai.'' The word slipped out of the beaver girl's lips, unfamiliar and stilted. Some fuzzy part in the back of her head was aware of her hands moving up. Aware of those paws gripping firmly into her tit flesh and kneading roughly. Squeezing her fingers against the nipples and lulling her head back from the sudden pleasure. The digits moved on their own with a clumsy compulsion. Not smooth or seductive. Everything raw and janky like a puppet on strings. The low quality goth dress and her ample bra both twisted and distorted over the breasts, underwire bending and warping as she showed no real regard for her own comfort.

\tWords hovered in the noises fed to her and they were growing clearer the more aroused she became. The awkward mashing at her nipples though layers of fabric was itself an objectively pleasure less experience, and yet each rough squeeze sent waves of shame and bliss down the dazed girl's spine.

\tDirty little gooner girl.

\tShe heard it. She thought it. She read it. The words didn't make any sense, but they felt so very good blasting at the small part of her brain still aware of the situation. The beaver girl felt her legs opening more. It felt good. It made her feel like some nasty pervert. She watched pictures of girls in glasses being violated, performing all manner of lewd sex acts and felt the welling juices start to stain her panties.

\tDirty little gooner girl.

\tThe fire in her loins began building up. That lust taking the edge off of her brain' throbbing ache and giving her some form of comfort the longer it went on. It was so wrong being such a lewd girl. She was dimly aware that someone was watching her. Someone saw her being a dirty little pervert. That fact drove her to mash and fumble her breasts more, and the more she did o the more aroused she became. The more aroused she became, the more she wanted to toy with her over-ample chest. All the while she grew more needy and the strange sensation welling in her mind grew more tolerable.

\tAnd then she stopped. Somewhere near the edge of orgasm her hands dropped down to her side. Girls in her vision were all cumming. The words said no. She can't cum. She's not allowed to cum. They were allowed to cum. She wasn't. They were real girls. They were pretty girls. They were hot, sexy 2D girls.

\tShe was a pervert. A goonie little pervert. She wanted to cum. She wanted to be a lewd little pervert. But she wasn't supposed to. She was supposed to watch, and be horny. At once the pictures flashing before her started searing themselves into her brain and so much of the dull ache that had assaulted her subsided. If she were someone else the girl might have even cum just from the feeling of it. She did feel her paw moving down between her legs. She felt it pushing on those damp panties and moving around in clumsy little circles while more images were fed to her.

\tSomething in the back of Des' mind told her that she couldn't keep this up. That she needed to cum. If she didn't cum, she was going to end up staying like this forever. Some sad, pathetic little addict. Wanting more porn. Needing more porn. Never able to shut her mind up.

\tSmall clips started to play now. Nothing major. Black Bible, La Blue girl, Princess 69, Cool devices. Somehow she knew them all. Small bits of animation replaced the still images while the words before her face only grew faster and more demanding. It felt so good hovering on the edge of orgasm as she watched the dark rituals slowly forcing a big beautiful futa cock on to an unsuspecting schoolgirl. She stated wondering what Lt. Noin from Gundam Wing would look like with one. Or lady Un. She started thinking about Lady Un sitting on her face, making the weak little beaver cum for her while struggling to breath in that strong milfy muff. Being tied up and captured by her, or maybe by Ivy from Soul Calibur. Or Laluche, or Light.

\tThe dreams bounced around almost as quickly as the images now, neither set of fantasies matching. The actions in both growing ever more depraved and improbable as they seemed to feed on each other. Some dim part of her was aware of `him' as well. The one who put this helmet on her. The one who was watching. The name slipped her mind, yet the image of him resting one knee on the couch. His cock out and being stroked. Mere inches from her paw. The whole thing caused her to stroke faster and harder in rough unkind circles stopping only to let herself come down after a few moments of vigorous assault.

\tIt was embarrassing to think about the fact that he was watching her. More so to imagine he was going along with her. That was why it felt so good. That was why it was so very right. The fact that Des didn't wish to continue drove her paws into a frenzy as she panted and snorted and arched her back stopping once again at the warm flood of a near orgasm only to ruin it by pulling here hands away and sobbing a hard heavy moan.

\t``Dirty little gooner girl'' The words left her muzzle this time. She licked awkwardly along thick black lipstick and went utterly limp. A blissfully unwilling victim of her overactive mind and the steady stream of perverted porn being drip fed to her. Some small part of Des was dimly aware of a warm sensation landing on her panties and a bit more on her thighs. She shuddered and curled but didn't move. She couldn't move. The program was far from done with her and without someone else to help her out of it all she could do was lay back and endure the relentless assault.

\tOutside of the helmet, Arty picked himself up off of the couch and shivered. He walked back to the computer and initiated the next phase of the program. He'd probably let the first part go on a bit long, but it had certainly been worth the watch and his big sister hadn't mentioned anything about any of her programs having any serious detrimental effects. Not that she discussed much of her little `side project' with him. Looking back, though, Arty was pretty sure he'd gotten something out of this at least, and if nothing else he could fudge this all into an easy A.

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\tIt wasn't worth it. That had become quite clear after the fifth or so time Arty had gotten his rocks off last night. Getting to ogle one of the hotter girls in his grade had been nice, sure. The fact that Desdemona was a major bitch and really deserved what she got had been a nice bonus as well.

\tIt still wasn't worth it. Mom and dad had almost found out that something was up, and that was bad enough. Thee program turned out to have nearly a dozen different phases each one more complicated than the last. By thee end of it he'd spent two solid hours watching some home made program spit out metrics he didn't understand while having to get worked up at the sight of a drooling needy goth girl writhing on hi couch edging herself until even he found the sight losing a bit of luster.

\tNow the white-furred rat boy had to drag his half awake carcass though the school hallways worrying abut the bullshit he'd attached to the EEG data Desdemona had produced last night. He knew just enough neurology that he was pretty sure he'd been able to bullshit a convincing report. Something about the similarities between REM sleep and video games. He'd actually called his sister to make sure he was doing it right. The confession that he used her program had gotten a very long and drawn out lecture that Arty didn't really bother paying attention to. But she wasn't going to be home until the weekend, so really she had all the time in the world to cool off and focus on whatever college was giving her.

\tAll the yelling, all the hassle, all the cleaning. It wasn't worth it. But now all Arty had to do was get his butt into class, BS the teacher with his report and hope that the program properly suppressed most of what happened to Des so she wouldn't end up telling on him or seeking out whatever kind of revenge a prep turned surface goth might enact.

\tThat hope took a hit when he saw her standing there. The beaver girl looked even more tired and disheveled than he did. Her makeup a wreck, her hair out of place. Standing at the end of the hallway staring daggers at him though her grey eyes while hiding herself behind the endmost locker as if it would offer some kind of protection against imagined scrutiny.

\tArty moved past the classroom door and made his way over to her. Nobody noticed him, and thankfully her shifted posture seemed to help hide her as well amid the haze of self important preoccupied students.

\t``You!'' Des whisper-hissed. She stepped forward in an attempt to be intimidating and then shrank back into her hiding space, such as it was.

\t``Me.'' Arty muttered back ``What about me? Look class is going to be starting soon. And, uh, are you sure you're ok?''

\t``No I'm not ok.'' Des growled ``I'm tired. I went home and, well,'' She blushed furiously and looked down, then glared up at him again. ``Other things aside, I binged all of OHS host club.''

\t``All of it?'' He blinked

\t``Yes all of it. You can't have that many cute boys in a harem anime and not binge it all. I also read up on the Visigoths. You know, to be more, `gothy'. That's not the point though.''

\t``I'd hope not.'' Arty sighed. He let out a nervous laugh and looked her over, trying his best to hide his own growing horror. ``So, uh, you need something, lab partner?''

\t``Yes'' she snapped back. ``I need to know just what you did to me!''

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