"Nya~" Neo said, licking her lips as she crawled towards Jaune. Her fuzzy pink ears twitching this way and that as she slowly made her way over to him. She was in no rush, and neither was he. Her tail flicked here and there, striking the air with a laziness only a feline can truly attain. And her body was a sight to behold for Jaune, his length already rock hard inside his shorts.
She was wearing barely anything at all, but just enough for the imagination. A tiny two piece bikini that covered almost no skin. Her pink areolae completely exposed, with just a fraction of her nipple peeking out as if it was scared to show itself. Her cameltoe was apparent enough that she could easily walk through the Vacuan desert with ease, as was the girlcum dripping from it that stained her strip of carpet, and the carpet beneath her. She was pure sex, in a phrase, extracted from the horny and blueballed mind of a male college student that was a no life nerd that had never gotten pussy in his entire life.
"Master~ I wuv you master~" Neo said, her breasts swaying just a little bit as she continued to make her way towards Jaune. She was breathing heavily, now. Excited to have Jaune finally inside her. To finally breed her into his perfect pet catgirl, that would love him forever and always and never leave him.
Jaune was just psyched to see a catgirl, since he hadn't thought they were real in the first place. It was the fifth greatest dream of man, fully realized, and he was witness to it! His dick couldn't get harder if it tried and it was doing its damndest. He hadn't been this hard since he had the dream of Neo blowing him under the table at school. Which, come to think of it, was just like now. Her eyes switched different colors when she blinked. And had Neo always talked? Now that Jaune thought about it, he couldn't actually remember what Neo sounded like. Her voice when it came out was… just going directly to his brain. There was no sound traveling through the air, it was simply there. Her lips moved but were simply going through the motions.
Her furry paws which had simply been gloves before had transformed into the real thing, with five inch claws that could skin a man before he could recite Dante's Inferno (Dream Neo did not have much practice with her killer nails, given that she'd been created in the past ten minutes and Jaune did not know many ways to skin a cat nor human, meaning that she'd need to learn how by trial and error). Neo's teeth elongated, gnashing into horrible things designed to rip the flesh from men by grinding their bones to dust and then slurping up the remains.
Jaune tried to scream but found his mouth sewn shut. His fingernails tried to grip at his mouth uselessly as he cried out for help, to do anything against the monster taking its full form in front of him. It leaned forward into Jaune, one of its eyes crimson, and the other pitch black, observing Jaune passively. Until finally, it trailed the back of a claw against his mouth, cold and deadly as iron.
Jaune reached for the Scroll in his pocket, dialing the police with shaky fingers, glancing back and forth between the screen and the abomination smiling at him. It began to ring, and he brought it up to his cheek. Waiting, hoping for an answer.
"mR. aNdErSoN, wHaT GoOd Is A pHoNeCaLl If YoU cAnNoT sPeAk?" The monster growled. Jaune mumbled, unable to say anything. Suffocating under his sewn mouth and hyperventilating he was trapped, going to die…
Jaune awoke to a cat staring directly at him, purring as it slept with the brunt of its weight directly on his face and neck. He lifted it off his mouth with one hand (which was difficult, because it was fairly chunky), remembered to quickly wipe his mouth off with the back of his hand so he didn't inhale a handful of cat fur, and breathed in with a sigh of relief. It mrowed, not really out of annoyance, but more of a minor displeasure that it had been moved from its very comfortable spot on Jaune's face.
He placed the orange cat gently on the floor next to the couch, where he'd apparently slept through the night. His thoughts were still disorganized, and with the files strewn all over the floor from the emotional rollercoaster that had been last night and that dream- he'd need a moment or two to remember exactly who he was and where.
Jaune at least knew the cat's name, which was Vier, although that didn't help him much at the moment. It was looking at him expectantly, but at the moment he hadn't the faintest idea what that might be. Idly, his mind considered what it might desire while he picked up the scattered paperwork and files that were his memories, carefully placing them back in a way that followed no logical pattern, but at least had a place.
Did it want money? Power? Women? Jaune peered at the orange cat with deep blue eyes not unlike his own, and yawned. He reached for the Scroll in his pocket before realizing it wasn't there, though he couldn't fully remember why.
The cat heard a groan and cocked its head, as Jaune put his head in his hands after seeing the time on what was a veritably high resolution clock resting to the left of a cabinet in the kitchen, but looked blurry to Jaune. If the cat were able to read time (which it could not), it might be able to read the analog time on the clock reading 6 AM (not that it could read digital time either, actually). And, if it knew what time he had stumbled into the apartment, and knew math (which it also did not know, because the only animal that can do math are birds, and poorly at that), then it might be able to work out that he'd had approximately five hours of sleep. But it knew none of those things, and mrowed at him again.
In his mind, his brain had just picked up the file labeled 'food' and had sent alerts all around the body, panicking. His stomach growled and the pangs of that most dreadful and annoying feeling known as 'hunger' ripped at his stomach. Not a particularly unusual feeling for Jaune, really, but no less apparent.
This was one thing that the cat did understand, and it poked its nose against his stomach, mewling and doing its best impression of a certain black and red haired girl when presented with the opportunity to beg for cookies (and has notably not shown up yet).
Work was being done in Jaune's mind at a staggering rate, you could even see the somewhat clean linoleum, and on top of that, he was able to figure out what the cat wanted. He wagged a finger at it.
"I know what you want kitty, you want… this!"
Jaune's hands sprang out and held down the cat as he rubbed its furry belly with his hand, reveling in its soft nature. Torturing it with pleasurable pain from the intensity of the belly rubs.
The cat purred vigorously, though only momentarily when it remembered what it had actually wanted, and started to gnaw and claw at his hand.
That wasn't what forced Jaune to withdraw his hand, however. It was the boner. He glanced between his dick, and the cat, and the cat did not wait to find out what Jaune had in mind nor for the potential food before scampering away faster than a speeding bullet.
Jaune pondered for a moment, not an oft occurring event for him. Why did he have a boner when petting the cat? His brain racked the literally just filed files, tossing them on the floor as it searched for an answer. Only to find it on a quickly fading piece of paper that had its ink rapidly fading, not unlike when a printer runs out of toner. On it was three things:
Thomas A. _
Neo
Catgirl
His brain hastily wrote down the three things on a separate piece of paper before the original became a blank sheet. Jaune mused on the three things, thinking about them each in turn.
The first made no sense to him. He didn't know anybody with the first name Thomas, and certainly not anybody with a last name composed of underscores. That'd be silly, like naming your child after a disease.
He obviously knew Neo, which now that he thought about, was probably connected to the third. His dream had been about a catgirl Neo, which explained his boner. Everything was solved and there was nothing left to ponder. There was no reason to worry about him trying to fuck his friend's cat.
"Are you alright, Jaune?" Ren asked. Jaune hadn't heard him enter the living room. "You look like you're thinking quite hard."
Ren was a good friend, and so the undertone of, 'I usually don't see you thinking that hard' was left unsaid.
"Yeah, I was just trying to make sure I didn't want to fuck Vier." Jaune said, stretching as he got up.
Ren leaned to the right and stared at the cat hiding in the doorway, gazing intently at Jaune. It didn't look like there was anything wrong with the cat or… its fur, at least from a distance.
"I see."
Ren's brain was organized in ascending alphanumeric order, with words circled for importance, certain phrases highlighted to memorize more easily, and a list of pancake recipes at the forefront always at the ready for his pseudo life partner, a list he would be putting to use soon.
This entire, very short conversation, Ren's brain tossed in the shredder to be dumped out when he next went to sleep (and would cause Ren to wake up in a cold sweat the next night after envisioning Jaune and the cat becoming married, having half kitten half human abomination children, and for some reason choosing to still live in his apartment after their honeymoon. when this woke up Nora, and he explained to her the situation, as it was simpler and less painful than having her pester him for hours without allowing him to sleep before he got it off his chest, causing her to wonder if 'Jaune' was code word for Ren himself, and whether or not she should be worried about the sodomization of their little orange kitty).
Not entirely sure what to say now, Ren said one of his highlighted phrases that had been underlined and circled in 15 different colors and surrounded by lightning bolts, especially good when there was an awkward silence or he was lost in a sea of miscommunication.
"Would you like some pancakes?" Ren offered, pulling out consecutively, one, then two, and finally three boxes of pancake mix from a cupboard as well as the other required ingredients in the fridge. "I was going to make a few for Nora."
Jaune briefly remembered the last time Ren had offered, in which he had accepted his invitation to perfectly made fluffy hotcakes, and then had the distinct feeling a hawk was watching him and about to tear out his neck. It was perhaps an overreaction to Nora constantly staring at his plate and salivating, even when she already had pancakes on her plate, but it was a valid overreaction.
"I'm good. Thanks for letting me crash. Tell Nora I said hi." Jaune said, already moving towards the door, waving towards Ren as he did. His stomach might be growling, but he'd survive and rather do it without the potential of having his throat slit. Even if Ren's pancakes were fantastic.
"Take care." Ren waved back, pulling a metal mixing bowl out of a drawer that could hold a small child and one of their friends, easily.
Jaune closed the door quietly, as Nora was probably still asleep and he had no intentions of waking the beast when there were no pancakes immediately on hand.
Now he had to deal with how to break into his own apartment…
Neo stretched in much the same way a cat did, and felt as light as one. Jaune hadn't made fun of her eyes, and even said he thought they were hot. That alone was enough to make her happy. But the fact that he'd taken the time to walk her back to her apartment (even if it was a relatively short distance), right after she'd ran out on him… she had hope for her last name's transformation.
She'd slept wonderfully that night, dreaming about Jaune railing the absolute shit out of her pussy prone bone style while she moaned his name into the sheets and continually came around his cock. Holding her face down while he held onto her fuzzy cat ears on the top of her head. The underlying message of the dream was somewhat mysterious to her, but she was sure she would figure it out given time. There had to be something hidden in it…
Opening her Scroll, Neo was surprised to find not a single message from Jaune. She hadn't been expecting a good morning message, but it would've been nice. Her plans had been to masturbate to thoughts of him while stuffing herself with her largest dildo, but those plans fell apart from her somewhat unreasonable annoyance.
But then a terrible thought hit her. What if something had happened on the way back to his apartment? She would be at fault for whatever happened. Jaune was a kind boy, and if the criminal were a woman, he might not even have the heart to stop them from… taking advantage of him in an alleyway. Riding his cock, and forcing moans out of him, and then finally taking his seed deep into their womb, forcing him into the role of a father while their stomach bloated with his cum. He'd be a househusband with years of drama but an ultimately happy marriage where he would be constantly drained until their stomach was full and his balls were aching but still churned with seed…
Neo wiped away the reverse rapeplay drool from her mouth and quickly logged onto Underwatch. Maybe he'd just decided to get on early since it was the weekend, after all.
She sighed in relief when she saw that he was online in Underwatch. Little did she know that Jaune had his account almost perpetually on, and rarely closed his client.
Hey, wanted to say sorry for last night. Can I make it up to you over some coffee at my place? ;)
Neo's mind consisted of many containers. Backpacks with long forgotten study notes, drawers with pictures from her childhood, and the less desirable memories she had forced herself to forget locked under chain and key in a safe at the bottom of a well in her brain. One that every so often would bubble up with an undesirable memory she tried to keep locked within that made her shake uncontrollably, but fortunately passed quickly.
Nowhere in any of these containers- that had some sort of filing scheme known only to her- was there the thought Jaune might be breaking into his own apartment. And why would she ever consider this to be the reason for his tardy message?
What she did consider, and was locked in quite a few containers, the worst of which laid at the bottom of the well in the chained safe but had bubbled to the surface, was betrayal. The idea that perhaps Jaune was just putting up with her, and had already grown bored of her (in less than 12 hours, no less!).
Neo pulled an emergency ice cream out of her minifridge in her bedroom and hastily ate it before being hit with a brain freeze she somehow had not seen coming, grasping her head and crying out silently. The brain freeze had frozen the well solid, preventing the memories from surfacing for the moment, and allowing her to be reassured that something had simply prevented Jaune from responding to her.
Perhaps… he had simply overslept. That was a reasonable issue that all parts of her agreed with could very well have happened. It made total sense. Perhaps Jaune had a similar dream the night before, with Neo as a catgirl where he pounded and bred her senseless. He'd came so hard in the dream that he'd jizzed in the bed, and had to go wash his sheets.
Neo slurped up more ice cream. She quietly exhaled, having enough self awareness that she needed to rub one out. She'd been blue balled last night and had promptly passed out on her bed when she'd gotten back to her apartment. Not even finished with her ice cream, she started to fix this problem, sliding her soft and slender fingers into her PJs, with no panties in the way to stop her from massaging her lower lips. She gasped from how sensitive she was. Even just after brushing against her clit she was soaking wet. Stripping off her shorts and tossing them off (presumably to the same place socks go when put through the dryer), she spread her legs and began in earnest.
Just the thought of Jaune was enough to get her going, especially while finishing off the last of her ice cream. Imagining him pinning her down and his thick cock spearing her pussy was enough to make her salivate. His rough hands grabbing at her nipples and generous chest as he forced her womb to descend. Her eggs would stand no chance against his seed and she'd have at least twins.
Neo could feel herself getting closer, the ice cream completely gone and tossed to the side. Her fingers lightly poking around the insides of her tight and drenched slit. Pushing her further and further to climax. Her breaths became shorter and breathier, her chest quickly rising up and down. Hardened nipples were clearly visible through her taut shirt, ripe for biting and teasing.
Her legs straightening, she pushed her two fingers further inside, sending her over. She had a perpetual O face as she rode out the orgasm, continuing her assault on her quivering pussy as she squirted onto her sheets. Her toes opened and closed as her leg muscles spasmed. She was left blushed and out of breath as she withdrew her fingers covered in her own cum from her pussy, laying back on the bed. She was content and released of her libido's long and hot chains- for the moment.
To keep her on her toes, the door gave a loud knock, one that sent the pint sized internet flamer into a flurry of finding underwear and her tossed away shorts before staggering towards the door. She hoped beyond hope that it might even be Jaune. Perhaps he simply couldn't control his libido by himself like she could and he'd ravage her in the doorway.
Neo knew that she wasn't as horny because she was able to stop that fantasy in its infancy, fast enough where no one could complain. She slid a step stool (with an accompanying brother in one of her closets) in front of the door, stood on top of it, and gazed through the eyehole to see a rather distraught and nervous looking Jaune.
She swiftly moved the stool back to the side, undid the lock, and opened the door.
Only after doing that, did she have a moment of deja vu about how she looked while letting Jaune into her apartment. She handled it substantially better than she had the day before. No mouth agape or confusion, just the secondary realization that she'd put no makeup on, nor any hygiene yet. She really hoped her breath didn't smell. Or her armpits. Or maybe he was into that…? Was she not smelly enough?!
She calmed her anxiety. Everything was going to be fine.
Hey Jaune! What's up?
Neo signed, taking a moment to read his body language.
"Can um… I come in for a minute?"
His eyes were downcast as he asked. Neo's face fell. She patted his arm. Or elbow, really. She would have to reach in order to go any higher. Jaune's face lightened a small bit and he smiled. It made Neo's stomach rumble, though that might have been in small part due to her lactose intense breakfast.
She shut the door behind him as he stepped in. He paced a bit around her small living room before he gestured for him to sit down next to her by patting the first hand couch. Jaune set his jaw.
"I… can I sleep at your place tonight?"
Neo's heart stopped. Was tonight the night?! Was she going to have put on the sexy lingerie just so that he could take it off?! Did she even have condoms?! 'Fuck condoms', she decided. She was going to seal the deal on that Arc last name!
Of course! I'm sure we'll get along like a house on fire!
Jaune winced, causing Neo a flicker of confusion. Had she touched a nerve by accident? He hadn't mentioned anything related to that before, but then again… they really hadn't talked all that much. For all she knew, his childhood house could have burned down. And now she just felt like an asshole.
Did something happen? She signed, placing a hand on his own.
"My apartment burned down."
Neo truly had not been expecting that and her face moved to one of shock.
I'm so, so sorry to hear that. Please, feel free to stay as long as you want! Do you know how it happened?
"I talked to one of the firefighters a few hours ago, and he said that my microwave was broken, started an electrical fire at some point. I didn't have any pets or anything, and they got there fast enough that it didn't spread to the nearby apartments so no one was hurt, but…"
Jaune shrugged. "I basically don't have a house any more."
Neo had a terrible flashback to when Jaune had fallen. His hand had jerked and hit the microwave right before that. She had been preoccupied at the time by Jaune's mesmerizing blue eyes, but recollecting it now… She had seen sparks, and not just between the two of them.
Neo's heart clenched. She wasn't sure if she could live with yet another secret. Yet another thing to hide from Jaune for the rest of her life. Something that Jaune would hate her for. Something that he would leave her for, if he found out, maybe even sue her for. He had lost everything, and it was all because of her.
I think I did it. Neo signed, using every ounce of her courage. But Jaune hadn't seen her do it, so she had to poke him to grab his attention and sign it once again, further hurting her heart. She was ready for him to scream at her, hit her. She was used to that, at least. She looked away, unable to meet his eyes.
But instead of doing either of those things, Jaune simply asked, "Why?"
When I surprised you last night, you hit your microwave. She said, her hand movements sluggish and scared.
"Oh, that microwave's been terrible for years. It was my sister's before mine, it makes more sense to blame her, if anyone." Jaune snorted. "You don't need to feel bad about it." He quickly added after seeing her crestfallen face. He made the good decision of not mentioning that all of his belongings, including his wallet and Scroll were all charred. "I wasn't even there last night, so I'm fine. I uh… decided to sleep over at a friend's place. I was actually going to ask if I could stay with him since we haven't known each other for long, but… I'm hoping to get something sorted out by tomorrow so I'm not killing your vibe! Haha…" Jaune laughed.
Jaune. Neo signed, gently squeezing his hand so he would look at her. You can stay here forever, if you want. Really. You won't be killing my vibe. We're friends, right?
There was no horniness in Neo's words, no ulterior motive. She really did want to help Jaune as best as she could, and even if he assured her that she didn't start the fire (it was always burning since the world was turning), she would do her best to repay him in any way she could.
Even with her body (so maybe a little horniness).
"Thanks, Neo. I really appreciate it." Jaune sniffed. She hugged him as best she could while sitting next to him. While awkward, the point was delivered succinctly and with one day shipping.
Neo's body heat felt pleasant on Jaune, similar to when his old cats had sat on him. He matched her embrace, putting his own arms around her form. Her touch relieved the stress and confusion he had felt upon seeing caution tape on his door, and the insides of his apartment charred. All of his worries melted away. It was a nice moment, and neither of them felt any reason to end it.
But, like all good things, it ended when Jaune broke off their embrace. Some men after a life altering event and when presented with a loving girlfriend in their vicinity might request sex. But not Jaune.
"Do you mind if I play Underwatch on your PC?"
This hadn't really been something Neo was expecting, but it made sense to her now that he'd asked.
Sure. It's in my room. She signed, following along behind him as they moseyed towards it. This was when Neo realized that she'd made no effort to clean up the mess in her room, which included stained sheets and at least two cartons of ice cream… somewhere. She relaxed slightly when Jaune made no indication he realized or cared about either of these things. Jaune sat at her PC, moving around the mouse to turn the screen back on.
Neo's heart momentarily stopped when the Underwatch login screen came on, only to thank whatever gods existed that her account both logged itself out after inactivity, and that she didn't have her username automatically remembered. That would've been a really stupid way to get found out.
"I always forget my password, what is it again…" Jaune said, patting his pants for his Scroll, only to find both of his pockets empty. And then to remember he'd left it in his apartment. "Shiiitt…"
What's wrong? Neo asked after poking him, pulling up an extra chair she had and sitting next to him, temporary cleanup and crisis averted.
"I um… don't have my Scroll anymore. I'll just need a minute to remember my password."
Neo wasn't really sure how to respond to that other than with a, Sorry. Jaune just smiled and patted her head before tapping out the series of passwords he usually used. He did a victory pump when the last one was correct, and he was brought to the home screen. And shown a particularly interesting message from one of his friends.
"Coffee at my place…?" Jaune trailed off, reading it a second time. The hairs on the back of Neo's neck stiffened.
I can explain! She signed hurriedly.
"You want to explain why my friend sent me this message?" Jaune asked, confused and rightly so. "I think he just sent it to the wrong person. Or maybe it's just a joke?" Jaune mused, stretching his arms.
"They're not usually the sort of person to joke like that most of the time, though. Do you think it is?"
Sweat trailed down her neck. Uh… yeah! Must be a meme passing around or something.
Jaune accepted that reasoning, quickly typing out a response-
"Ew, cherry reds? I'm disappointed in you Neo." Jaune said, examining her keyboard more closely now that he'd used it.
You can leave any time you want if your taste is that bad. Neo responded quickly, all love she had for him evaporating like water in the hot morning sun.
"Didn't I choose you, though?" He asked with a smirk. Neo blushed furiously. It was the first time that he had really pointed out to her that they were going out, and even if it was a smack to her pride, she couldn't help but feel bashful.
So instead she just stuck her tongue out while Jaune wasn't looking.
Learning from her previous mistakes, she had turned off notifications from Underwatch chat, so it didn't look suspicious when her Scroll happened to vibrate at the exact same time he was sending messages. She walked off so he could reply 'in privacy', making a beeline for the bathroom.
It was somewhat strange to be replying to someone that didn't know they were talking to the person right next to them, but Neo managed and played it off as a prank, just like Jaune had assumed. Going so far as to roleplay as a guy further, and talk about how he'd had a spat with his girlfriend, but after he'd 'taught her a lesson', there was no longer an issue. And then she directly suggested that he do the same if it ever came up.
Neo was expecting him to either respond with something to the effect of, 'I would never hurt my girlfriend!' or 'Definitely bro', but not 'What class?'. She snorted when he followed up with a, 'jk'.
Only to further follow up with a request to play games, which she had to politely decline, with the excuse that she was out of town at that moment, and would be back in a few weeks. It pulled at her heartstrings when Jaune sent her a :( emoji, but she stayed strong, the flush of the toilet marking her decision.
When she came back, Jaune was already in a game, playing DPS as usual. And it was not going well, given the crunchy (but somehow comforting) insults being played over her speakers spoken by his teammates. Neo was momentarily concerned that Jaune would become more depressed than he already was, but he took it in stride and returned fire. Thus creating an endless feedback loop of pointless insults that weren't particularly accurate and were down mainly to make the objectioner feel better.
But Jaune seemed to be distracted at least for the moment, so she set about cleaning her room (including her sheets). As much as she wanted to invite Jaune to sleep with her in the same bed, she felt wrong to even suggest that. Better to offer him company if he wanted it, a friend.
She shoved her sheets into the small combined washer and dryer, turning the knobs methodically until it beeped a few times and started gushing water. The spinning was hypnotic, soothing almost. Neo pulled out her spare sheets, blankets, and pillows, becoming more linen than human as she waddled with the mass to the living room. There was the sound of Jaune incessantly clicking and flaming the shit out of his teammates from the other room, and it was only then that she recognized he would need to up his game- at least insult wise. But not today, that would come some other time.
She prepped the couch, pulling out the bed and covering it with the sheets and blankets.
Her hands stopped on the last corner of the blanket. The right one, closest to the TV at the end of the bed.
If Jaune hadn't been locked out of his own apartment, he might've been hurt by the fire. She could've killed him over a mundane action like that. Her hands shook as she stretched the last edge over and under the corner of the mattress, pulling it until it was smooth.
And so like all the other memories, Neo shoved it into the overflowing safe at the bottom of the well, hoping it would never rise.
A/N: Kept you waiting, huh? Probably not what you were expecting, but I figured this was a good compromise between drama and fluff. No one was physically hurt, it's fairly realistic, and it allows more chances for Neo and Jaune to interact naturally without it being a bit weird. This is not supposed to be a particularly dark series and will be noticeably lighter in future chapters. I do have a few somewhat random announcements while you're reading:
I'm no longer advertising commissions/giving out more slots. I have an actual job now with somewhat ridiculous working hours. I'd be curious to see if people are interested in me doing a instead with maybe something community selected stories, but I doubt it given the lack of content flow. This series is no longer being commissioned, so you don't have to fret about the commissioner not paying being an issue (now you just have the worse issue of me having the impetus to do it lol).
However, starting this week or the next, I'd like to start putting out a chapter of something a week. Might not be a long chapter and could go back to the much shorter chapters I used to post, but I'm hoping to put at least something decent out, not unlike when I first started really posting to this account.
At the very least, I'll be posting a commission that's been sitting on my drive for a while that I think turned out pretty well next week, probably around this same time.
As always, thank you for reading and for the feedback!
Onto reviews/comments:
Most of them were the equivalent of 'need moar' or 'next chapter when' or 'why is the janitor not featured in his own chapter like you promised in that one poll a year ago'.
No one asked that last one, but… yeah here's the chapter. I tried my best. I considered going darker, but ultimately decided that people wanted fluff, and I wanted to have a story keep a goddamn consistent theme for once. I have a bad habit of just getting bored and jumping the shark, so let's see if I'll do it here, shall we?
Also, just as a note, I never give up. I may take a while to do something, but I'll always get there eventually. Even if it takes me a few years.
And for those that read this long ass fuckin' AN, you can expect a followup to Trust the Hypocrisy at some point, it just probably won't be what you expect.