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They all belong to their rightful owner: Craig Bartlett.

Title: "Blackmail toy"

In the last chapter of "Blackmail toy": When Helga made a daring escape from a couple of boys, she and Arnold eventually ended up in a locker, much to Arnold's happiness but also immense fear.

Helga, feeling rather daring because of the skirt, tried to seduce Arnold, which worked a little too well. In the heat of the moment, he grabbed her shoulders, causing her to fall backwards and exposing them to the world.

A heated argument between Helga and Arnold afterwards pushed both of them several steps back towards their goal to confess their feelings. They did get a step closer though, when Helga finally snapped at one of the boys after he compared her to a Barbie doll. A smirk, a compliment and a smile got them somewhat back on track. Even if the air between them still felt odd.

Author's 1st note: Ok, I have a long note for you this time, because it's important that you read this: We have gotten to the "questionable sexual" content I have been mentioning a couple of times through this. I think it's only fair to explain a bit about this, so here goes.

I got the idea from this story through a dream I had. As in: during a sleep dream xD What I dreamt was me being Helga and Arnold and Aaron being just two random guys that I don't exactly know in real life. When I woke up, my first thought was: "What in the hell? Where did that come from?" xD

Anyways, after dreaming that, then I wrote the dream down, since I usually do that for fun. Then I looked it through and was wondering how I had ended up in such a situation in my dream, and then I started wondering if that couldn't be a rather interesting story… and that's how I came up with a guy blackmailing a girl, who's in love with a guy she wasn't supposed to be in love with. After that, I decided to make it into an Arnold and Helga fan fiction.

So, to put this simple: This part of the story may NOT agree with you, but it's important to the story, because that's how I got the idea for EVERYTHING (which I came up with afterwards). I did wonder if I should leave it out, but then I was like: No. This is the root of the story, it's important to me to get the source of the story into it, even if some of my readers may not agree with it. So, please, you don't have to like this scenario, but don't bash my story or "throw it away" because of this one certain thing.

As I promised some chapters back, then I'm now giving you the opportunity to scroll down to "Author's 2nd note". In that, the EXACT thing which is gonna happen is written very boldly. No back story, no beating around it, just exactly what you can expect from the "questionable" content. If you have a feeling that what I've come up with may not be to your taste, then I recommend you to scroll down, read that and then decide.

Again: If you only read author's 2nd note and choose not to read the whole chapter, that's your business, I can't control what you do. What I CAN control, is whether you choose to bash the story afterwards. Whether you read this chapter or only author's 2nd note, then I will not let you bash the story because of it. It's my story. Don't like it? Don't read it. And now, on to the actual story! xD Whoo, that was a long author's note :P

Chapter 26: "I feel like I'm in a bad porn movie"

Despite everything which had happened the first two days of this week, Helga and Arnold seemed to have found a steady pace yet again. They could talk normally again, but had somehow made a silent agreement: 'Let's not get ahead of ourselves at the moment.'

Their peers still hadn't forgotten the incident with Arnold and Helga crashing out of a locker together, which was also a big part of the reason for them to start a bit apart. With the exception during lunch, since Gerald and Phoebe was there too.

When this Wednesday was over, Helga was walking her way home, when she heard a voice call her name. Sighing before even confirming her guess to who the voice belonged to, she turned around. "What do you want?" she asked.

Aaron smirked at Helga, when he reached her. "Oh, I would just let you know that I'd be seeing you tomorrow morning." He answered. She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. "Because we go to the same school… right?" she asked. He cocked an eyebrow at her. "What do you think?"

"Oh, great… Already? Fine. What is it this time? While you step it up a notch and give me a push-up bra or something?"

"You don't need a push-up bra."

"Stop talking about my chest!"

"You started it!"

"Just… shut up and tell me what you have planned for me this time."

"… You kinda have to choose one of them." Aaron pointed out. Helga lifted her arms, curled her hands into fists and shook them in frustration. "The latter. Now tell me… what have you planned for tomorrow?" she asked.

"I won't tell yet. Only that… I'll meet you outside your house before you go to school." Aaron answered. Helga's frown got deeper. "A surprise? Oh, yay, I just love those… Anything you need from me?" she asked. Oh, my God! Listen to me: I'm getting used to this whole 'being blackmailed' thing! Just shoot me like a sick animal already!

"Nope. Just be outside of your house at… what, 7:50?" Aaron asked. Helga sighed and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds about right." She answered. "Fine. See you tomorrow." He said, turned around and started to walk away.

"Hey now, hold on a second!" Helga called at Aaron. He turned around. "Aren't you at least… I don't know, gonna give me a hint at what you're gonna put me through? Is it gonna be worse than the skirt thing?"

Aaron chuckled for a second, but then looked mockingly pensive. When Helga crossed her arms in impatience, he chuckled again though. "Depends on how you look at it, I guess, but… yeah, I'd got with worse." He answered and turned around again.

"Wha… Wait! I am not done with you!"

"All right, all right. You want a hint? Fine. Uh… be ready to feel something you never knew you could feel. Good enough?" Aaron asked. Helga's eyes went bulge-eyed and she felt her chin drop to the ground. Well, almost. "What are you gonna do to me?!" she asked in horror.

"Oh, I'm not gonna do anything to you. I'm gonna give you something that'll do something for you."

"… What? What does that even… Aaron!" Helga called, when he had once again turned around to walk away. This time, he didn't stop. She kept standing out on the streets for countless minutes, before she finally got control over her body again and continued her way home.

When Helga finally got home, and had confirmed that Miriam was indeed breathing, as she had made it a custom to check up on, she plopped down onto her bed. "Ok… let's be realistic… Aaron's just a 16 year old guy. How much damage can he do…? He's from New York; He can do a lot of damage. Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed and turned around on her bed, facing down.

Think, Helga, old girl… Aaron's gonna give me something that'll make me feel a way, I haven't felt before… He's not gonna drug me, is he? Helga lifted her head from the pillow, her eyes wide and panic. Then she chuckled and smiled. "No way. He's not that insane…" then her face got worried. "Is he?"

Helga groaned and let her face fall down into her pillow. Think… If not drugs, then what else? What else could make me feel… uh… feel… She started to feel her eyelids get heavy. She turned around, landed on her back and stared at the ceiling. Oh, god… I'm so tired. Aaron's driving me crazy and not the same way Arnold does… I need a nap…

Then Helga found herself in the place between the land of dreams and subconscious desires. She had been in that place before, but not quite this way. She looked around and saw blackness. "Hello?" she yelled, which gave a loud echo, almost as if she was in a cathedral.

The darkness around Helga slowly disappeared and a bright light took its place. "Ow!" she exclaimed and closed her eyes. Then the silence emerged and the booming of a beat ran through her eyes. Feeling a pair of hands gently rub her shoulders, she turned to glance to the person behind her. "Arnold?"

Arnold, with rays of light behind his back, was smiling at her. She turned to look around again and saw everyone in her class around her. They were dancing to some sensual, high-picked beat, drinking and kissing in corners.

"Are we… in my house?" Helga asked. Arnold hushed her gently and she felt a familiar tingling sensation in her lower abdomen from feeling his breath on her neck. She felt his warm hands sneak their way down to hers and he intertwined their fingers gently.

"Arnold, what's going on?" Helga asked, already feeling out of breath. Arnold pulled her arms up and behind his neck. "Don't think, Helga…" he answered, before he put his hand on her thigh. "Just feel…"

Helga's whole body twitched at Arnold's touch. A huge source of energy shot through her immediately. It was a familiar feeling, but she never felt it so strongly and neither had it ever appeared so quickly and out of nowhere.

Helga shut her eyes closed, letting herself be at Arnold's mercy as his hand roamed all over her body. "Arnold!" she gasped, when she felt his hand on her bare thigh. She looked down and noticed a somewhat familiar skirt, which at some point had replaced her jeans.

"Huh…?" Helga muttered in surprise, but then saw Arnold's hand pull slightly at the belt. He started nibbling on her neck, while his hand slowly went behind the skirt. She gasped loudly and opened her eyes, only to see that people around them were looking.

"A-Arnold… e-everyone is staring." Helga said shyly and shook a little. "They can't see you." Arnold whispered into her ear in a husky voice. "They… They can't?" she asked in wonder and felt herself give in a little. "Well, both yes and no. They see you, but not me." He explained.

"Huh…? How is that…? Why?"

"Because I'm not here." Arnold answered. Helga felt one last bolt of pleasure run through her and then it was gone, just like that. She opened her eyes and looked around, seeing that nothing had changed, except that Arnold was gone.

"No… No, that's not fair! Am I just gonna keep feeling this way then? Arnold…? Arnold!" Helga shrieked and sat up with a gasp. Her eyes were almost popping out of her eye sockets as she looked around. She was in her room again.

Helga pulled her legs together, gasping a bit at that intense feeling between her thighs. "What in the… Where did that come from…?" she wondered aloud. It wasn't like she hadn't had sexual dreams involving Arnold before, but they had never given her such an intense feeling, when she woke up. "Ok…" she mumbled and stood up from her bed. "Enough sleeping…"

Helga did go to sleep again though and yet again she found herself in an erotic dream with Arnold, in which he kept disappearing after seducing her. Finally, when her phone rang, telling her it was time to get up, she felt groggy beyond any comparison. "This is worse than hanging a hangover…" she muttered as she turned off the alarm on her phone.

Helga put her head back on her pillow, making sure to keep her eyes opened not to fall asleep again. "All right… What do these continuous dreams mean…?" she wondered aloud. "I dream that Arnold aroused me and then leaves me… What, are my subconscious telling me that… that's what I'm doing to him? Well, I sorta did yesterday, but… then why am I not dreaming that I'm doing it…? Is it revenge? Is this what those hippies call karma?"

Helga sighed deeply and forced herself out of the bed. She turned to look into her closet and noticed the pink skirt, hung up on a garment hanger. "… Hell no." she replied to her own question and went for one of her usual light blue jeans instead.

When Helga went outside, the first she saw was Aaron standing there, waiting for her. "Oh, God, I had almost happily forgotten about you." she said and closed the door behind her. "Too bad. Even if you forget me, then I'm still here. Catch." He answered and threw something at her.

Helga caught it with ease and looked at it. "… A bottle?" she questioned and cocked an eyebrow at him. "Wanna play 'spin the bottle' or something?" she asked. Aaron rolled his eyes. "You're supposed to drink it." He answered.

Helga eyed it suspiciously. It was about the size of a regular diet coke, but it wasn't labelled. The liquid inside was see-through, but that didn't make it any less suspicious. She held the bottle up. "If you're planning to drug me, I swear to God I'll- "

"I swear upon my own, my mother's, my father's, heck, even my own grandparents' life that this will not a drug, won't harm you or make you addicted." Aaron interrupted. Helga looked at the bottle again. "What is it?" she asked.

"You really wanna know?" Aaron asked. Helga shrugged. "You're gonna make me drink it anyways, so…" she sighed and opened it. "I guess not." She ended and started drinking from it. Almost instantly though, she stopped and started coughing. "Oh, my God! What the hell is this?!"

"Down with it all, Helga." Aaron simply ordered. Helga sighed deeply and looked at the bottle again. "I can't even describe the taste of this shit… It's like having a drink, where two-thirds of it being vodka. That's how horrible it tastes." She muttered, but started drinking.

Not too long after, when she had consumed all of it, she gasped and shook her head in dismay. "Whoo! Yuck! Get this thing away from me." She ordered and shoved the bottle into Aaron's hands. He grabbed it while smirking. "So, you feeling anything?"

Helga frowned and stood up straight, trying to feel any changes in her body. Her frown got deeper and she shook her head. "Nope. Nothing. What am I supposed to feel?" she asked. "Huh. It probably won't work right away. Give it an hour, it'll probably work by then." He answered and threw the bottle into a trashcan.

"Aren't you gonna tell me, what it's gonna do to me?"

"What's the point? You've already drank it. Besides, if I told you… I have a feeling you'd try to take the day off or something." Aaron answered. Helga stopped moving. "What… What the fuck did you make me drink?!"

By the time Helga and Aaron got to school, she still hadn't felt that much. There was something a little off though. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. "You feeling anything?" Aaron asked. She shook her head. "Nope. Looks like whoever you bought that from is a fraud."

"I bet you'd like to think that. I'm pretty sure it's the real thing." Aaron answered with a smirk and suddenly lifted his arm up in the air. "Good morning!" he yelled. Helga looked in the same direction as him and saw Arnold, Gerald and Phoebe standing together near the school gates.

Helga started smiling, as she always automatically did, when she saw Arnold's face. Then a tingling sensation shot through her and she stopped walking. Aaron noticed and stopped too. "Something wrong?" he asked. She shook her head. "Uh, no. Nothing." She answered. I guess I'm feeling weird because of those stupid dreams all through the night…

"Good morning, Helga! Good morning, Aaron!" Phoebe greeted with a wave. Helga smiled and waved back. "Good morning, guys." She answered and stopped in front of them. "How are you guys feeling?"

"Pretty good, Pataki, and you?" Gerald asked. Helga cocked her head to the side and started scratching her head. "A little tired, honestly. Didn't get too much sleep last night…" she answered honestly.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Arnold said with a small frown. "That's rich coming from you, Arnoldo. Whose fault do you think it is?" Helga asked. He quirked an eyebrow in confusion. "Huh?" he muttered.

Helga's eyes went wide as her own words repeated inside her head. She clasped a hand over her mouth. "Uh, s-sorry…" she said with a muffled voice. "I think it's due to the lack of sleep. Ignore me, please. L-Let's just go inside."

Helga walked past the others and practically power-walked towards the front door. What's the matter with me? She thought in a frenzy. Arnold turned to look at Gerald with confusion in his eyes. Gerald just shrugged though. "How would I know." He answered to Arnold's unsaid question, before they joined her in walking inside.

"Are you very tired, Helga?" Phoebe asked worriedly, wondering if something else was wrong, and hoped that since those two were walking a little further away from the boys now, Helga would be more honest. "Honestly, Phoebs," she whispered. "I've been having a lot of Arnold related dreams this night…"

"Arnold related?"

"Yeah… dreams that could put me on Santa's naughty list."

"Oh, my!" Phoebe exclaimed a little loudly and put her hand to her mouth in surprise, though her big smile gave her away. "Shut up!" Helga whispered, followed by a giggle, noticing that the boys were frowning at them on confusion. Except Aaron, of course.

"So, I'm guessing your dreams were of a more… erotic nature?"

"Yes, erotic nature. Thanks, Phoebs, for censoring that for me."

"Censoring!" Phoebe exclaimed in a cheerful voice. "So when you're saying a lot…"

"Then I'm saying all through the night."

"Oh, dear. You must feel rather… uh, rather…"

"Frustrated?"

"Who's censoring now? But, yes, I meant frustrated."

"It's horrible, Phoebe, I feel like some kind of pervert. As soon as I saw Arnold, blood rushed to my… you know."

"I know. So, has this happened before?"

"Of course it has! But not all through the fucking night, and it was really intense. And, get this, it was the same scenario all that time. Arnold seducing me, and then just leaving me hanging!"

"Well, that sounds unrealistic."

"I know, right? Arnold wouldn't do something like that. Anyways, we're getting kinda off track here. What I wanna know is… have you ever experienced something like that, Phoebe? You know… one dream like that after the other?"

"Oh… honestly, no. I don't believe I've even had them as often as you even before last night."

"Great, so I'm slowly turning into a sex freak. There real question is: Where the hell did it come from?"

"… Maybe it's because of all the male attention you got yesterday? And then Arnold didn't seem to like it the same way, and that frustrated you. That'd explain the scenario too."

"Yeah… wanting Arnold's attention and not getting it. Thanks, Phoebs, that explains that. I just hope it won't continue. I'm still feeling a little odd." Helga answered and shook her whole body a bit. I really do feel strange… I felt aroused when I woke up, but it's getting ridiculous.

"What do you think they're talking about?" Gerald asked. Arnold shrugged. "Beats me." Aaron answered. "Am I the only one who's curious?" Gerald asked. "Of course not!" the two cousins answered in unison. "But it's impossible to find out what they're talking about anyway." Aaron added.

"You think it has anything to do with Helga being tired?" Arnold asked. "Worrywart." Gerald teased, but Arnold barely heard him. My fault…? He repeated. Did I do something yesterday? Well, I did something the day before that, but… I had the feeling that we were getting back on track. What's going on?

When the first lessons of the day were over, and the first recess had started, Helga's odd feeling just kept growing. During the class, she even had to take some oddly deep breaths from time to time. It must be a mix of being tired and not having… 'done' anything about those dreams. Yeah, I'm just frustrated, like Phoebe and I agreed.

"You feeling anything yet?" A voice asked, before Helga could feel a hand on her shoulder. She practically jumped up into the air at the electrifying sensation. When she turned around and saw Aaron, she cringed. "Ew." She muttered and felt like cutting off her lower body for feeling like that from a touch from Aaron.

"I'm guess that jump means yes." Aaron declared and started walking. "Feeling what?" Helga asked and followed him. "That thing you're feeling is due to the bottle I gave you earlier." He answered. She frowned, as she remembered the bottle.

Then Helga stopped walking, as she could almost feel the wheels in her head turning. They finally clicked into place and she felt her books fall out of her arms. She just stood there in the hallway, her eyes big, her heart beating fifty miles an hour and her blood boiling everywhere in her body.

"Aaron!" Helga shouted and started running towards him. He turned around, just in time for her to grab his collar and shaking him a bit. "What the fuck did you make me drink?!"

"… Basing this on your anger, I'm thinking you already figured it out." Aaron answered and gently removed Helga's hands from him. She was shaking, and she wasn't sure for what reason. If it was the anger… or something entirely different. "What did you give me?"

"You know the word 'aphrodisiac'?" Aaron asked. Helga blinked a couple of times, before feeling the heat rise in her face. "Aphrodisiac…?" she repeated, but then started whispering. "You gave me a drug for sex drive?!"

"Pretty much, yeah. Oh, and I should thank you for being my guinea pig. A friend of mine from back in New York asked me to check if it works. I can now happily text him and tell him the good news." Aaron answered and continued walking.

Helga reached for a locker to keep herself steady. This is a nightmare! A sex drug? Is he insane? He is insane, that's not even a question! Oh, God… for how long am I gonna feel this way? All day? "Hey!" she yelled. "When… When does it stop?"

"Stop?" Aaron repeated and turned around with a smirk. "It's barely started. You haven't even reached the tip of the mountain."

"What? Then… it's gonna get worse?"

"A lot worse."

"You… You fucking bastard! This is torture!"

"Oh, poor baby. You know what? I'll give you a small tip." Aaron said and walked back to Helga. "The easiest and quickest way for it to go away… is simply to give into it." he added. She frowned. "Give in? What do you mean?" she asked. "Give in to what your body not only wants, but needs a the moment." He answered.

"What it needs…? Oh, God! Is that really the only way? Then… Then I'm gonna be stuck feeling like this all day?" Helga asked in slight horror. Aaron shrugged. "Either that or finding someone to help you, since you won't be able to." He answered.

"Why would I not be able to?"

"You kidding? You can barely stand up without shaking. You think you can take care of yourself in this state? Nu-uh. You need help. I guess you better go find Arnold." Aaron suggested and tried walking again. "Hell no!" Helga answered and shook her head, before she sat down, using the lockers behind her as leverage.

Aaron turned around with a cocked eyebrow. "Why not? If anyone, then wouldn't he be the one person you wouldn't mind seeing you like this?" he asked. Helga shook her head violently. "No! Arnold's such a… romantic and kind guy. S-Seeing me… like this would scare the shit out of him."

"… You do realize that, romantic or not, he's still a guy, right?"

"Yeah, he's still a guy, but…" Helga just shook her head. "No way. I'm just gonna have to bear with it." She decided. Aaron rolled his eyes and started to massage one of his temples. "Boy, you're stubborn…" he muttered.

"What did you say?" Helga asked. Aaron smiled. "Never mind, but may I point out a few things? With the mix of these four things… lack of sleep, passionate personality, aphrodisiac and tendency to pass out… I think it's safe to say that you may faint at some point, if you don't do something quickly."

Helga's eyes went wide. Oh, my God! She thought as her mouth turned into a round shape, realizing the true nature of her situation. "So, chop-chop." Aaron added teasingly, before chuckling and walking away.

"I'll chop-chop your dick off!" Helga shouted at him. She banged her head against the locker. Awful… This is a freaking nightmare! And it's gonna get worse, he says?! Oh, my God! Ok, Helga, old girl, you've tried something similar before… Remember the summer back in 8thgrade? Seeing Arnold in those swimming trunks? You had to wait the whole freaking day before we were allowed to go home. I handled that, and I can handle this too.

I can't handle this! Helga thought when her second period was over and it was time for lunch. As promised, the feeling had only gotten more and more intense and she was on the verge of either giving in or fainting. She moved her way slowly towards the cafeteria, almost instantly greeted with Phoebe. She trudged her way to her and plumped down next to her at the seat, which Gerald usually sat at.

"Helga? You do know that you're in Gerald's seat, right?" Phoebe asked, mostly worried about her best friend's health. Helga lifted her head to look tiredly at her. "Please, Phoebs, I… need to sit next to a girl, ok?" she begged. "Sure, Helga." Phoebe answered in wonder, feeling more and more worried by the second. "You sure you shouldn't go to the nurse?"

"I don't think the nurse can help me with this problem, Phoebs."

"… Oh! You mean… it's about… Oh…"

"Yeah, it's about 'oh'… and it's getting worse!" Helga whispered angrily and let her head plop down to the table. "Hey, Phoebs. What's…" Phoebe looked up, only to see Gerald and Arnold walking towards their table. Gerald obviously confused by the sudden seat switch.

Phoebe lifted her hands and shook them. Not now, sweetheart, she needs to sit next to me more than you do. She thought. Gerald simply nodded and went to sit at Helga's usual seat, while Arnold went to his seat, looking at Helga with worry through it.

"… You ok, Helga?" Arnold asked gently, yet Helga still bolted up from the table with her eyes wide open. Everyone around the table stared at her for a couple of seconds, before she did her best to smile. "Uh, yeah… somewhat." She answered and let her head rest in her palm.

Arnold glanced at Phoebe, hoping she could give an answer. She simply shrugged though. What else was she supposed to do; Tell the truth? Yeah, Helga would love her for that. "You don't think you should go to the nurse?" Arnold suggested.

Helga snorted and turned to look at Phoebe. "You think the nurse has any medicine for this?" she asked, causing Phoebe to giggle a bit. Then Gerald's eyes went wide. "Oh, so that's what's wrong with you!" he exclaimed.

Helga turned around with a scowl. "How rude! Wait… What?" she asked, when Gerald's words truly dawned on her. Both Arnold and Phoebe also turned to look at him. He leaned a little closer towards Helga. "It's that time of the month, right?"

Helga blinked once, then twice, then three times, before she grabbed a small piece of bread on Phoebe's plate and threw it at Gerald. "No! And if it was, then none of your beeswax! Phoebe," she shrieked and turned to look at her. "I thought you had learned this street dog come manners?"

"I thought I had too." Phoebe answered, mostly trying to avoid the actual subject – which would be considered a million times more embarrassing. Gerald rolled his eyes and so did Arnold, mostly because that meant he still didn't know what was wrong with Helga.

"You not gonna eat, Helga?" Arnold asked, now even more worried. Usually, Helga was the kind of girl who'd eat as much as a boy, but she hadn't even gone up to grab a glass of juice or anything. She shook her head. "I don't have an appetite." She answered. For food, that is… she added in her head with a smirk.

"That won't do. Not when you're feeling under the weather. I'll bring you some food." Arnold said with a frown and stood up. "Ah, Arnold, wait, I- " Helga said, as she lifted her head and watched him walking away. "… and he's gone."

"I could've told you he'd get you food." Gerald said with a smile. Helga smiled too. "Yup, I could have told myself that too actually. That's just the way Arnold is." She answered and kept glancing at Arnold, while he grabbed a food tray.

Phoebe and Gerald glanced at each other, as they watched Helga smiling dreamily at Arnold, not realizing she was doing it so openly for once. Then she felt something tingling inside of her and she shook her head violently. No! She banged her head down to the table. Don't think like that! Oh, my God, I don't even like whip cream!

Not too long after, Helga heard Arnold walking back to the table. "Here you go." He said with a smile and put the food tray in front of her. She lifted her head and eyed the food. She snickered almost immediately and tried to cover her giggle behind her hand.

"What's wrong?" Arnold asked with a confused smile. Helga simply shook her head, trying to stifle her laughter. She eyed all the oblong shaped food and went for the banana, mostly to convert her thoughts to Phoebe.

While Helga started peeling it, she glanced at Phoebe, who after a few seconds got the reference, and had to use both her hands not to laugh. Well, at least this is sorta fun… I feel like I'm in a bad porn movie, but it is kinda fun. Helga thought as she started to eat the banana.

Authors 2nd note:

What will happen: Aaron will give Helga a very strong, aphrodisiac drug, which will basically turn her into a very, very aroused girl through this day. The "worst part" will be in the next chapter though.

First of all: Yeah, I know aphrodisiacs aren't this strong whatsoever! If there is such a strong aphrodisiac out there, then please tell me! xD Just remember that it's all those four things Aaron mentions that makes this a very heavy situation for Helga, though I made her have fun with it too.

Also, I'd like to point out that I actually CENSORED my own dream here. In my actual dream, I had been forced to wear some kinda… vibrating panties or something O.o I made Aaron give Helga an aphrodisiac instead, thinking it'd be less heavy or something :P

Again: I'm way too tired to re-read this through… Again! xD I'll re-read and correct mistakes for both chapter 25 and chapter 26 tomorrow! I'm heading to bed :P