I mentioned a little while back I'd be writing a little something to commemorate Huniecam Studio. Well, this is it. Before those of you that didn't like the new game freak out, it's only going to use a couple of the characters and playfully pay tribute to a couple of things. It won't be largely based on Huniecam as the story premise.
Let me continue by saying that this is a trial chapter. I'd really like feedback from you guys and girls, because I'm not quite sure how I feel about this one yet. As I was writing it, I guess you could say I didn't feel as confident as I did with the other Problems stories. As the description suggests, this story is set after the 'Passionate Surrender' ending of Social Problems. I hope you enjoy this continuation of the previous tale.
Envy Problems
"Okay! That fucking does it! How about you bring your smug little ass over here? I'll rip you a fucking new one!"
The high-pitched screams of the most rowdy redhead on campus were fast drawing a crowd. Hands on her hips, Audrey Belrose flipped back her crimson strands, chuckling with the flare of a bitchy diva, "I'm sick and tired of you playing your depressing music till the early hours of the morning – seriously screws with my fucking vibe."
Earrings were coming out in preparation. The party girl wasn't going to stand idly by and let this gloomy little whore ruin her chill time any longer.
"What-ever…. Gag me with a spoon like, for real…. Figures a burnout like you can't appreciate a real band like The Cure."
Luminously pale under the dim flickering dormitory lights, slender white fingers clasped together, eyes gazing transparently in disinterest. Audrey's little nemesis lethargically shrugged, "Are you done? I like… wanna go watch my music videos…."
"LILLIAN!" The spectators flinched at the volume Audrey carried. "Don't you move a fucking step! I'm not done with you yet!"
The frilly vixen eyed her prey, peepers narrowing in disgust at every inch of her appearance. That sickly, washed out complexion she had, those black jeans and the matching strapless top, not to mention those Snake Bite lip piercings. She looked like something out of an angsty teen movie.
"Ohhhh forget about it," Turning her back, the girl known as 'Lillian' let out an elongated sigh, her posture slumped. "Fuck my life. I'm outta here. Go bitch at somebody else, Belrose. You're soooo laaaame."
Audrey felt her blood boil, every passing moment only bringing her closer to melting point. This moody little bitch clearly didn't know who she was talking to! Nobody messed with Audrey Belrose. She was queen of this fucking dorm.
"Oh that's it! Now I'm really pissed! GET BACK HERE!"
A red blur zipped past the bystanders, her heeled shoes thumping against the gum encrusted, filthy brown carpet that lined the hallway. Her target was locked, her aim transfixed mercilessly against the back of the girl decked out as dark as midnight.
"C'MERE!" It was time to teach her a lesson. Audrey remorselessly reached out, her nails digging into the thin fabric of Lillian's top.
"Dammit," Barked the gothic princess, her short legs wobbling as she found herself reeling back, the floor coming closer and closer with every passing second. Thump. Down she went, her senses spinning round and around for many a long moment, the only sensation she could discern being that of the crusty carpet against the side of her face.
"Shiiiiiiiiiit," groaned Lillian, her swirling vision slowly coming back into focus.
She pulled herself up again, using the wall as support to offset her jeopardized sense of gravity.
"Hey…. Did you see that? Audrey totally bulldozed her like a paperweight."
People laughed and sniggered, finding pleasure in the whole affair.
Audrey stood smug – proud, hands resting upon her petite waistline, basking in the glory of her position as queen. She loved every moment of it.
"Bitch had it coming," she sneered with a dirty grin, locking eyes with her victim, "That'll fucking teach you for blasting your dumb ass mus-"
A burst of swiftness. An ephemeral wisp of black moving so fast the eye could barely catch it.
*CRUNCH!*
The Mega Bitch felt her feet leaving the ground: for a brief moment, her whole body sailing through the air, her mind barely able to keep track of a single thing. Slam. Her back smacked against the ground, head spinning from side to side. Damn that hurt! The frilly prima donna brought her hands over her face protectively.
Audrey gasped. Her palms felt warm, damp even as they clasped around her visage. Something wasn't right. A sickness swirled in her stomach, her vision looping round and around. It was bad as that one time she'd gotten drunk while riding the coaster at Corkscrew Carnival.
A shrill shriek from another student was what it took to send Audrey headfirst into the land of reality, "Someone call security, and the nurse! Has anyone here got Tiffany's cell number?"
"I-I'm f… fine, jus'a little… dizz-" Audrey gagged. The room spun.
Vomit in her mouth, the bitterness of stomach bile rising up, dizziness making her ill.
Audrey groaned, her hands falling away from her face. "Blood. I- I'm bleeding..."
Lillian stood tall, one of her pasty hands clenched into a fist: yet she felt as small as a mouse trapped in a room filled with cats. Whispers were bouncing off the walls, while rows of eyes stared accusingly.
A cold grip, it was cause enough for the girl to flinch in surprise. Upon turning around, the first thing the girl saw was a security badge, its polished finish shining faintly against the low lights.
Brining her gaze up, Lillian stared – eyes deadpan against those of a towering wall of feminine muscle.
The dormitory security guard.
"Miss… I'm afraid you're going to have to come with me."
The whispers doubled, getting louder and louder.
"I think her nose is broken." Lillian heard much as she was marched away. Totally didn't stop her from smiling.
"Serves her right…."
Rounding the corner of the corridor, Lillian left the scene behind, her footsteps reluctantly guided by the member of security who had so courteously come to collect her.
About halfway down the corridor that same female guard stopped dead, her polished boot-clad feet rooting into the ground like a seven foot tall tree. Her collosal shoulders tensed before she stared back at Lillian, her short black curls waving as her powerful brown eyes pierced like sharpened knives.
"I'm sure you're aware that we'll have to report this – university policy. Give me your name please."
Stern and abrupt.
Lillian rolled her murky eyes of blue and grumbled in disdain. "Lillian… Lillian Winters."
Alas, she found herself stood in front of a colossal double door at the end of the long corridor. She felt not a shred of remorse for her actions. She'd tried to warn Audrey plenty times before, the bitch, and she'd never gotten the message – well, not until now, anyway.
The security guard turned back, a disapproving frown curving her dried, chapped lips, "You ain't got a guilty bone in your body, do ya girl?"
"Errr… noooo," spat Lillian in retort – giving a scoff of disgust. "I totally couldn't give a shit. Mom and dad are gonna be so proud of me…."
"That sure as hell ain't no way to live your life," With a solid shove, the door to the office, complete with the 'Security' lettering written across the front, came swinging open. "You keep on acting like that and you're gonna crash and burn. Mark my words missy, you can't keep going through life not giving a damn about who you cross."
"Ewww… gawwwd," Lillian shook her head. Annoying. Holy shit, this random idiot was preaching to her like mom always did. "Like, you can stop with the life lectures…. If I wanted one of those I'd drag my ass back home to my parents…."
"Fine. If that's the way you wanna be, then that's your choice," the guardswoman fired back in stiff reply. "But I'm sure you have the sense to realize Glenberry University is a pretty high-end place. The faculty don't take kindly to that kind of violence."
"Urgh," Hands clasped together in frustration, Lillian groaned, rolling her eyes. "If you're gonna expel me just do it already…. I've totally got better things to do with my life than wade around in this dump writing sociology papers…."
The whole world felt heavy – tiny strings of light slicing through the gaps in the ebony curtains with vicious intent. A deep yawn and the lazy flutter of thin bug-like wings. Waking up was the worst part of the day!
"Okay Kyu," the girl prompted herself in a sluggish drawl. "Time to get up."
Bzzz. She caught sight a cell phone through sleep-blurred eyes. It was on the verge of vibrating off the edge of the smudged glass coffee table.
"Duuude," she writhed and wriggled, her slender body tangled up in that of another, "Miiiike…. Your phone's ringing…."
An abruptly broken snore, "I'll get it… I'll get it…"
Scruffy peroxide hair, glassy green eyes, and an unbuttoned shirt – all the signs of a nocturnal creature shaken from sleep far too soon.
Mike, Glenberry's premier lover, gave a weak heave of the body, but it was for naught. "You're lying on me, Kyu…. Can't really get up with your legs wrapped around me and your-"
"My tits pressed against your face?" Kyu answered in a sleepy giggle, a sprinkle of fairy dust leaking from her pores, "It's cool, homie…. I'll get it for ya…"
A snap of Kyu's fingers saw Mike's phone dance its way whimsically into the palm of his hand. "There ya go."
Thanks." He flipped up the screen with a lopsided grin, his brain still not thawed from sleep, "It's Mike. Who is it?
"Wake up, you lazy slacker… it's your Uncle James." A warmer voice than expected – one to bring a smile to Mike's face even though his brain was still frozen. "I need to talk to you about something. We have a bit of a problem on our hands."
Now that didn't sound good. In all the years of living back home with his uncle, Mike knew that tone too well. Worry.
He sat upright, shifting the paperweight that was Kyu. She snorted, unwilling to move from her place across his chest. "Easy Tiger… it's only noon-"
"Shhh," came Mike's response, perhaps a little too stern as he brought the phone against his ear, brows knitted with concern, "What's wrong?"
"It's Lillian… she's been kicked out of University. Apparently she got into a fight with another student. Now the stubborn little miss is refusing to come home... and to be honest," a sigh came over the line from James. "Mike… You two grew up together… you're as much a son to me as Lillian's my little girl. I hate to drop this on you, especially since you have your own place and your own responsibilities now, but-"
"Oh for God sakes. She's been causing trouble again…." Mikey paused nervously, his heart picking up in anticipation. Just what did his uncle: the man who was practically his father-figure, want?
"Can Lillian stay with you until she decides to come home? Aunt Marie and I tried to rein her in but she won't listen to a damn word we say." Mike kept his ear pressed against the phone. Kyu meanwhile, sat up with droopy eyes, her head tilted in vague curiosity.
"Who is it?" She asked in clumsy lip-reading.
"My old man," being the response Mike gave. "He needs my help with something."
Finally, James cleared his throat and seemed ready to continue, "You're the only person I can think of that she won't have too much of a problem with. Being honest with you, m'boy, I don't like the idea of my little lady slumming around some hostel in the Downtown distruct. You know what it's like over there. They have those sleazy motels and the shady entertainment studios…."
Mike let out a sigh, his memories of the last time he went to Glenberry's infamous Downtown still prominent, "Trust me Uncle, I know…. Played down there with the band a couple of times. It's filled with liquor stores, two-bit talent agencies, and I swear they said there's a cam stu-"
"That proves my point all the more," James cut in again – his voice this time sounding just a little more desperate. "It doesn't have to be too long, but please… for the sake of your cousin... for Lillian's well-being."
Family. It meant more than anything. Mike had always believed that. If it weren't for his aunt and his uncle taking care of him then he would've been in a far worse place than he was today.
There was no way he could turn down a request for help. His lips curving into a smile, Mike gave a nod: true, it was an invisible gesture, but the sentiment was much the same. "There's no need to start pleading with me. It's like you said, Uncle… I grew up with Lilli. Besides… I've been worried about her since she started going off the charts like this…. She has my address. Let her know she can come over any time after seven tonight."
"Thank you, Mike," James sighed. There came a pause for a moment, "I'll give the stubborn madam a call now. Hopefully she'll pick up… and Kid, I want you to know… your mother would be extremely happy if she could see that family pride of yours."
Words that left a lukewarm pang. Hot and cold swam in Mike's heart for a moment. Mom, the woman he'd never had the chance spend time with. She was painted as nothing short of an angel by his uncle for the entirety of his life. "I'd like to think she's still keeping an eye out for all of us."
"Yeah," James' voice came across deflated. He missed her. He'd always said as much. " I'llTalk to you later, Mikey. Make sure Lillian stays out of trouble..."
With that, the line went dead. Exhaling, relieved to have that conversation out of the way Mike lazily slung his phone on the coffee table. "So… I have family coming over for a while. My younger cousin Lillian… she's eighteen."
"Oooooo," Kyu whistled, snapping her fingers in a little eruption of party streamers. "Is she hot? Nice boobs, round ass? You know… the kinda girl you wanna motorboat to Barbados and back?"
Well damn. the love fairy was up to her usual antics again. Mike could only laugh – parked between awkwardness and holding back a laugh. "That's the girl I spent most of my life growing up with, Kyu. You can't expect me to answer that." His lips twisted into a suave smile. "Enough about that for the moment…. After all… I've got you here with me…."
Leaning in, he gave a low, hot-blooded growl, and leaned in, playfully nipping at kyu's neck.
"T-tiger," she rasped, "We're breaking the rules again…. I was lucky Venus reassigned me after last time. "I-I'm supposed to be finding you a new girl to date… you're kinda running out of- Ahh… running out of options here…."
"Can't say I give a shit…. I've got you," he smirked. "I think I'm good for now."
With a clap of her hands, Kyu whipped up a nice lacy number in an enchanting shade of magenta, the strings barely covering areas of her modesty. Moving in, she pinned Mike to the couch with her hands, "Audrey, Tiffany, and Nikki. That's three…. You're getting short on choices…."
Mike fell back against the leather of the couch, Kyu's lips locking with his. Her magical intensity swirled around inside him, its powes enough to shape his pupils into hearts. He moaned softly, contentedly, and slinked an arm around Kyu's back.
When she parted, the love fairy gazed upon him with mystical passion, her own pupils bending as if by magic into the same unusual shape. "Buuuut… I do like having you all to myself…."
Miss Sugardust crept downward, her hands grasping for his place of delicate majesty. "I guess we can have a little more fun… at least until I find you a new girl…."
Mike's focused, his gaze becoming cool and collected, his roguish spark coming back. He'd lost Kyu once before, but having her here like this? It brought everything suave and smooth, the things he loved about his newer self to the surface. "It feels good to win for a change..."
Leaning in, he passionately slammed his lips against Kyu's. Sparks of red surged across his body, bringing the heart in his chest to thunder.
Kyu seperated, He drew back too with a string of glittering silver saliva keeping them joined. "How about a flash or two of magic, my little Pixie?"
A soft purr, clapping her hands together, Kyu obliged. Her fingertips glowed with a bright orange warmth. "Your jokes are so lame."
Yet that didn't stop her from taking him into her hands, "But I'm still gonna have my way with you, homeboy…."
Through the heat, and through the lustful flames of wanting, Mike felt the slightest ache, a hollow twinge hidden deep within the core of his being. Blue eyes and baggy sweaters, red locks and frilly dresses, and blonde pigtails with pristine skirts. Nikki. Audrey. Tiffany.
'Sorry ladies… I guess it wasn't meant to be, was it?'
Oh, to be smooth, to feel empowered, and to hold the flames of endless desire in his mortal hands. It was a feeling like no other.
'I don't care about your past… so long as you accept me.'
Nikki's voice – her stoic but gentle tone, rang in his mind for a moment. A reminder of the past. If any girl was a victim of the three, one so utterly wounded by his departure, it was Miss Ann-Marie. Her miserable scowl, the way she fought back the tears and ran into the night, it was a memory that hadn't been able to for get.
'I g-guess you don't want me anymore... Fine... if that's how you feel... I'll leave you alone...'
Yes indeed, to be empowered, how much of a delightfully indulgent, hollow bastard it made him feel, "Alright, Kyu… Do it…"
Slowly but surely, a drawn-out squall of bliss erupting from her delicate lips, the fairy eased herself down – the mythical beauty and her human crush becoming one. "Hope you're ready, Mikey…."
To be continued….
Thank you very much for sticking around until the end. I'm very grateful for all of the support my readers give to these stories. Did you like my interpretation of Lillian? I made use of my imagination as best I could. After all, it's not like I had much to go on beside her dialogue in game.
Also, if anyone knows how to add the new characters to the section list please let me know. As of right now, only the characters from the original Huniepop are listed.
As always, please feel free to leave me some feedback if you would like. All of your opinions are valued and appreciated. I'll see you in the next chapter of the Problems series. Thanks again!