# Trigger's Regret

Title: Trigger's Regret
Status: Complete
Characters: Anon, Fang, Trish, Reed
Rating: NSFW
Classification: One Shot
Author: Anonymous
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>Anon follows Trish inside, but something is telling him not to.
>But he has no reason to doubt Trish, she just wants what’s best for the band.
>He hesitantly enters the recording booth.
>Trish locks the door behind them.
>Only now does Anon realize that they don’t both need to be inside to test it.
>The purple triceratops pounces.
>Before the stupid skinnie could even let out as much as a scream, Trish had already planted her lips on his.
>She straddled his chest, putting all of her weight on him.
>Humans are weaker than dinos, at least that’s what she gathered from her research, there was no way he’d be able to push her off.
>After about a minute, Anon stopped struggling underneath her.
>Good.
>Then he started lifting her up.
>Not good.
>He holds her at arm’s length as he catches his breath.
>Anon looked pissed.
>Trish had never been so excited.
“What the fuck, Trish!? I thought you hated me! I’m in love with Fang! I thought she was your friend?”
>He rattles off other such nonsense to her, as if HE wasn’t the one that seduced HER
>Not quite where she expected this to go, but she had a backup plan.
>Trish kicks off the ground toward Anon, causing him to tumble again.
>This time Trish immediately gets to work.
>Removing his pants was child’s play and she could already see the outline of his dick in his underwear.
>Anticipation causes her to drool as it already looks bigger than she imagined.
“T-Tri-” Trish cuts Anon off.
“Ah, shut the fuck up skinnie, this already looks worse for you than it does for me. Now if you cooperate, no one has to know. Especially Fang.”
>Tears were forming in Anon’s eyes, he didn’t know what to do.
>The little trigger didn’t care anymore, she was lost in her lust.
>She pulls down his boxer briefs to reveal his flaccid member, it was definitely much bigger than she imagined.
>Not wanting to waste anymore time she takes it into her mouth.
>She places her hands on his testes and gently caresses them as she works the shaft.
>As she pulls her head toward the top she stops at his glans and runs her tongue around it.
>Anon involuntarily bucks into her mouth.
>She smiled as best as she could with a cock in her mouth.
>She had no practical experience, but all of her research was paying off.
>He was hard and that meant that he was ready.
>She gets up and removes her panties and leggings, her thighs already soaked in her own juices.
“Trish,” Anon pleads. “We can stop here, we can can forget all of this, everything can go back to the way they were!”
“Hmm,” Trish places a finger on her chin, playing as if she was thinking about it.
>But she had no such thoughts.
>Trish drops her hips on Anon’s and is rewarded with the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.
>She had never felt fulfillment on this level.
>Her legs quiver as she attempts to lift herself, but in the moment they were too weak and she crashes back down on her unrequited lover.
>Anon couldn’t help his own instincts as his hips rise to meet hers.
>Her folds were too welcoming to resist almost as if they had been prepared specifically for him.
>Between her falling and his rising, they eventually create a rhythm.
>The sounds of their lust were muffled within the room as the foam pads absorb the vibrations.
>Anon could feel Trish orgasm continuously as her pussy gave him the dino grip over and over again.
>He didn’t want to admit it, but Anon couldn’t help feeling proud of himself.
>The purple trigger that he thought hated him was now riding him as if her life depended on it.
>And she loved it.
>Trish almost couldn’t believe that she had finally done it.
>Ever since she saw this idiotic monkey walk up the stairs to Volcano High, she knew she had to have him.
>But her best friend reached him first.
>Fang probably would have shared him with me if I asked, right?
"You know, part of me thought you two would just hatefuck and be done with it," Trish imagined.
>Yeah, she wasn’t going behind her friend’s back, this what she would’ve wanted anyway, right?
>Besides, he was walking around doing all of those things to impress her.
>Like, hanging around, and eating food, and being sweaty, and...shit.
>Is this what guys call post nut clarity?
“Tri-Trish, I’m gonna...” Trish was shaken from her thoughts.
>Oh fuck, he’s going to cum.
>Before her body could respond to her thoughts she was struck by another orgasm.
>Curse their innate compatibility.
>Trish feels Anon’s warmth enter her body as he lets out thick spurts of ejaculate within her.
>This was a unexpectedly pleasant feeling.
>Her hands stroke her belly where she can feel Anon inside her, following the trail from her pubic region to her navel.
“Fuck Anon, I didn’t think you would last that long.”
>Trish tried to play it cool, but the guilt was already wriggling within her mind.
>She raped her best friend’s boyfriend and had him cum inside her.
>Even if that last part was an accident, it was all her fault.
>Anon was very distressed, Trish could see that.
>He was crying and babbling, bringing up Fang, and pregnancy, and the chances of being discovered.
>Did this count as cheating for him?
>No. She forced him.
>She couldn’t just... undo what she just did, but she could maybe assuage his fears?
“Anon, Anon, Anon, I’m on the pill, don’t worry about me getting pregnant.”
>He managed to quiet his crying to a whimper.
“As for Fang, I’ll take the blame and tell her it was estrus.”
>Technically it was, even if it was out of season.
“Let’s get cleaned up. I have some wipes and stuff in my backpack.”
>Trish gets up and puts her panties and leggings back on, she had spares in her bag, but she definitely didn’t want to make a bigger mess in the booth.
>Anon was quick to get up and put his underwear and pants on.
>Trish still managed to get one last good look at his dick though.
>It’s definitely the last time she’ll see it.
>Trish produces some single use cleaning wipes from her bag, and hands some to Anon.
“Go get yourself cleaned up in the bathroom, I’ll take care of this room.”
>Anon, wordlessly nods his head and runs off.
>He was adorable sometimes, like a big dumb dog.
>She then pulls out some carpet cleaner and air freshener, she needed to remove the stench of sex before Fang and Reed showed up.
>Trish props open the booth door to let the room air out, and hopefully eliminate as much of the smell as she can.
>Pretty soon Anon comes back, a little frightened, but at least he was still here.
>She gets close to him and straightens up his clothes and does a smell check.
>He definitely still smelled of their one-time tryst, but hopefully it’ll clear up, or the others won’t notice.
“Anon, I’m sorry,” Trish starts.
>How the fuck do you rape someone and then say sorry?
“I wasn’t in my right head space, estrus will do that kind of thing to you, y’know?”
>Of course he didn’t, humans don’t experience estrus.
“I got it into my mind that you were seducing me and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”
>These are just excuses at this point.
“I’ve done something unforgivable...again. This time I doubt you’ll ever give me another chance.”
>Tears start welling up in Trish’s eyes, she knew what came over her, but she didn’t even think to stop it.
>Heavy sobs escape from her, she had feelings for Anon, but she loved Fang too, they were practically sisters.
>Now she was full-blown ugly crying, unable to stem the flow of emotions escaping from her.
>But then, something unexpected occurred.
>Anon, was giving her a hug?
“I don’t know a whole lot about estrus and stuff, but…”
>Was he consoling her?
“But, I heard it can be pretty rough if you don’t handle it properly.”
>No way.
“Honestly, I don’t really want to think about what happened anymore. So let’s just forget the whole thing.”
>This definitely wasn’t the healthiest way of dealing with this, but Anon was the victim, so she’ll just go with whatever he says.
“Now, you need to get yourself cleaned up.”
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>The whole affair took less than 30 minutes, so Anon and Trish had a bit of time to make sure everything was spotless and ready to go when the other two finally showed up.
>Anon rushed to meet his girlfriend and help her with her equipment, while Trish helped with Reed’s.
>After the setup, Anon wanted to use his limited experience to assist the producer as best he could.
>But the producer wasn’t interested.
>VVURM DRAMA managed to bang out recordings of two of their most well received songs.
>After the session, they still had a few moments before their scheduled time was up, and so Reed called a band meeting. Leaving Anon out again.
“Sorry bro, but this is just between us,” Reed tried to make it less personal, but…
“Is it me or does Anon-”
“Stink?” Fang cuts him off.
“Yeah, he almost smells like-”
“Stop right there, Reed, I don’t want to hear it.” Fang pinches the bridge of her snout.
>As much as she loved the idiot, Anon could be so clueless sometimes.
>Fang glances at Trish who was now beet red, Fang guessed that Trish didn’t want to embarrass her.
“It’s okay you two, I’ll…talk to him about it. Hopefully it won’t happen again.”