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- "I got to him first, so he's mine!"
- "The fuck you did! Go find some other john to ride!"
- >You can't feel your arms anymore.
- "You didn't even want to bet, so why do you care?! And stop calling me a slut!"
- "I do now, so tough shit. Take a hint already, Bump!"
- "Make me, Sage! You know what time of year it is!"
- >This is the last way you'd expected your weekend to go.
- >They'd been at this for so long...
- "So do you! So fuck off and give us some privacy!"
- "No! I-I n-need Anon....Just for this season..."
- >You've entered an endless recursion of time.
- "Too bad. Sloth season. Get lost."
- >You probably had this coming.
- "Deer season!"
- >You fucked up.
- "Sloth season!"
- >Flags have been triggered.
- "Deer! Season!"
- "SLOTH season, goddammit!"
- >Bad ends and nice boats await.
- "DEER SEASON!"
- "SLOTH SEASON!"
- >How did you ever let it come to this?
- SATURDAY - 8:36 AM
- >Daylight peeks through your blinds as you awake.
- >peergynt.mp3 plays
- >Dawn of the first day.
- >Of a glorious, WONDERFUL weekend.
- >You hop out of bed, realizing how GOOD it felt to not be woken by a blaring alarm or bossy machine.
- >Your overbearing janitor was gone, gone, GONZO for the time being.
- >Something something containment breach.
- >Whatever, you didn't care.
- >You were FREE.
- >No chores, no drama, no rules, no NUTHIN'.
- >While Swatty's away, Anon's gonna play.
- >You review your master plans in the whiteboard of your mind.
- >Today's Agenda: binge-read an assload of comics and then stream cartoons 'til dawn.
- >Tomorrow, you'd be a useless piece of shit all day and play all your games.
- >You couldn't wait.
- >But first! Breakfast.
- >You head downstairs to the kitchen. Can't slack off on an empty stomach.
- "...'s not fair...can't force him..."
- "...at's the matter...scared?"
- "No!"
- >A pair of whispered voices reach you as you come down the hall.
- >Sound like your housemates beat you there.
- >You strain to hear the low, surly growl of reply.
- "Fine...he...first move move. After...anything goes. Deal?"
- >What the hell are they talking about?
- "Deal. I won't forgive you if you cheat, though!"
- >A lighter, much more bubbly voice confirms agreement.
- >Whatever it is, it sounds sketchy.
- >But there are more important matters at hand.
- >You swooce right into the room, paying no heed to the panicked squeak and hissed shush across the dining table.
- >This weekend is too precious to waste eavesdropping on the plans of wenches.
- >The taller of the two, Bump, stares at you in blank shock, like a deer in headlights.
- >Which was fitting, cause she was.
- >A doe, a deer, a female deer, clad in a breezy half-top and too-tight boyshorts
- >Actually a hind, she kept insisting.
- >That's not what you called her, though.
- "O-oh! G-good morning, Anon! Did you s-sleep well?"
- >There were a handful of things you liked about Bump.
- >Aside from the whole sweet disposition, cheery voice, and sharing a lot of your hobbies.
- >No far, FAR more important than that.
- >First, she was short, only coming up to your waist, concentrating all that cute into a small, cream-and-cinnamon-colored package.
- >Second, she was STACKED.
- >Top-stretching up top and hips more honest than Lincoln.
- >And god did you love reminding her of that.
- >"Like a rock, sweet cheeks. What's for breakfast?" you teased in a singsong voice.
- "A-ahaha! Jeez, Anon, always with the silly names..."
- >Ah, the laugh and smile that could melt glaciers.
- >Her face flushed deeper than you'd figure, though.
- "Oh just fuck already..."
- >You turn your attention to the smaller girl, the soul that could freeze them right back into another ice age.
- >A blueberry-colored sloth, with shoulder-length unkempt hair and permanent bags under her eyes.
- >Sour, dour, and perpetually on your shitlist.
- >You offer up the fakest, most shit-eating grin you could muster.
- >"Good morning to you too, sunshine! The earth says hello!"
- >She shoots you a dirty look, her tone as flat as her chest.
- "Yeah yeah, yuk it up. Get your kicks in while Swatty's gone."
- >Oh, you planned to.
- >But now was not the time.
- >You load up a plate of piping-hot pancakes, slinging gobs of syrup over them.
- >Breakfast of the gods.
- >You snag a chair at the table and prepare to chow down.
- >Both the girls take seats too.
- >...Directly in front of you.
- >Huh.
- >Your fork lifts to your mouth, overladen with fluffy, sugar-soaked goodness.
- >Their eyes follow, like cats watching a swish stick.
- >You freeze.
- >Were you being pranked?
- >Bump wouldn't, you figured.
- >Sage, though...
- >She watched you like a hawk, almost impatient to see you take a bite.
- >Oh hell no, you don't mess with a man's brekkers.
- >"VERY rude to stare, yanno."
- >They both jump, Bump stammering excuses as she pointedly looks away from you.
- "S-sorry! I-I just wanted to make sure you liked it!"
- >Uh huh.
- >Something was fishy.
- >You gingerly nibble at the edge of your forkful.
- >No off flavors or smells.
- >Seems legit.
- >The rest gets popped into your mouth without further ado.
- >Still pleasantly hot even after the syrup permeated through, fluffy without being chewy, and satisfyingly hearty.
- >It was...perfectly fine?
- >Maybe even the best pancake you'd had in years.
- >You take another bite, then another.
- >Dear god, it's so good.
- >It has to be laced with crack or something, jesus.
- >The fork clinks against an empty dish.
- >You look up from your clean plate to find them rapt.
- >Awaiting your judgment.
- >After several tense moments, you extend a sideways thumb.
- >Overdramatically, you end their anticipation with an upwards twist of the wrist.
- >"Ten outta ten, would eat all day erry day."
- >Twin sighs of relief fill the air as you greedily grab for seconds.
- >"No, seriously, what did you *do* to these, Bump? They taste like sex with half the calories."
- >The deer blushes brightly, staring intently while you munch down more of the sweet goodness.
- >Like, really intently.
- >Hungrily, almost.
- >"Uh, Bump? Could ya not look at my breakfast like you wanna take it to bed?"
- >The deer starts to say something before biting her lip.
- >Seriously, what was up with her today?
- >Ribaldry was your native language, one she was used to by now.
- >Up until lately, she'd just laugh your crude jokes and lewd comments off without a care.
- >Nowadays? It felt like even you *looking* at her made her a literal "red" deer.
- >And man, did she make it hard not to look.
- >Bump had taken to wearing less with the weather warming, sporting short-cut midriffs and microshorts all damn day.
- >Couple that with her seemingly-worsening klutziness, over the past week or so she'd given you enough peeks of cream-colored underboob and white-freckled asscheeks to fill your spank bank for ages.
- >God bless clumsy cuties.
- >"Can't hear ya, Bump."
- >She finally speaks up loud enough for you to make out her words.
- "A-ah, S-Sage actually made them..."
- >Your jaw goes slack.
- >"Say whaaaaaaat?"
- >The deer nods to confirm.
- "Yeah, she insisted."
- >Sage pointedly avoids your gaze as you stare at her.
- "Was either that or starvation, with Swatty away."
- >No goddamn way.
- >Bump sucked at cooking, but even her pulling off a miracle was less shocking than Sage lifting a claw to help.
- "Go ahead, call it shit, I dare you. I know you're dying to."
- >The sloth's eyes flick to you as she tries to furtively check your reaction.
- >She fails.
- >What the fuck.
- >Something's up, you just know it.
- >Only one way to check.
- >"These were the best pancakes I have every eaten."
- >Curveball.
- >She'd never see it coming.
- >Red cheeks under blue fur makes for an interesting color.
- >holdthefuckup
- >She's *blushing*.
- >Not snapping at you.
- >No threats on your life.
- >She doesn't even scowl.
- >You're *sure* the food wasn't druggged.
- >Right?
- >Right.
- >The awkward silence is broken by a meek mumble.
- "T-thanks..."
- >Oh fuck, oh no.
- >Itshappening.jpg
- >You quickly excuse yourself from the table, dashing out the kitchen with two more pancakes in your mouth like you were late for school.
- >Nope nope nope nope.
- >You could take the occasional deer weirdness from Bump.
- >Sage going all doki doki tsun-tsun on you?
- >Hell no, that's ten levels of bullshit you don't have time for today.
- >Come to think of it, this isn't the first time you'd noticed her acting odd.
- >The past few days have been littered with incidents straight outta your chinese telenovelas.
- >Undergarments of yours going missing from your dresser, for instance.
- >With patterend, sloth-sized pairs finding their way in instead.
- >...and in your closet.
- >...and under your pillow.
- >Not to mention the several times you just so happened to be in any sort of undress.
- >Somehow there's always something she SWEARS to have forgotten in the same room.
- >Thankfully, you're back in your battlestation now, far far away from the furry menace.
- >Just you, yourself, and a stack of vintage comics to power through.
- >You settle back in a comfortable recline and crack open the first issue.
- >Choo choo, the Ride is now leaving the station.
- ************************************
- T H A N K S
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