Is this what love is...?
...I hate it.
Nina's mind was racing with a dozen thoughts. And nearly every one of them was about Crash.
Crash. Fucking. Bandicoot.
Why is she feeling this way? She shouldn't be. Not just from an ethical standpoint, what with her being human and Crash being an animal. A savage. But also from the point of not betraying her entire lineage, which in her case is just her uncle, Cortex.
But she can't help it.
She's been thinking it over. At first, she was livid to have been beaten and humiliated in front of her uncle by a juiced-up marsupial and then exchanged from Madam Amberley's Private High to Evil Public High as punishment. But after stewing on everything, she's come to realize that she's developed a level of (respect?) for Crash since he actually managed to defeat her. And after he helped protect her science fair project from her classmates, she's come to appreciate Crash somewhat.
And that appreciation turned to admiration.
And eventually, obsession.
Before she knew it, she was drawing very detailed and very lewd pictures of him (claiming they were anatomical sketches to the few people who've caught her doing this), having wet dreams of him and waking up with stains on her bed, and for a popped cherry on top of her increasing degeneracy, she's started masturbating to him. Imagining herself taking him and pulling him in.
Crash was all she could think about.
Like right now.
Mr. Gerkof - her biology teacher - was droning on about the evolution of a blowfish and the current theory of how they could be related to blobfish, but stopped mid-lecture when he caught her staring out the window and softly rubbing her legs together.
"Is something troubling you, Nina?" Mr. Gerkof asked nonchalantly.
"N-No, Mr. Gerkof" Nina answered, snapping from her thoughts.
"May I continue?"
"Yes, Mr. Gerkof".
Mr. G went back to his lecture, and Nina tried to stay focused for the duration of the class.
Later that day, she was in her dorm room, laying on her stomach on her bed and struggling to do the arithmetic work she was given, cursing herself for not focusing more on her studies and daydreaming about... Crash.
God, she hates that furry freak.
But she just can't help it.
She could not stop thinking about him. His kempt comb, his stupid, goofy grin, his emerald eyes, and somehow still relevant 'drip' on his feet.
The embers of lust she'd grown so accustomed to sparked again, and she tried to ignore it and resume her work. But her loins only grew hotter, and her nipples harder until she couldn't.
That's it.
She put her laptop and work on the floor, pulled out some of her photos of Crash on her phone, took off her clothes, and started drilling herself.
Her metal fingers started making small cuts in her flesh but she didn't care. She kinda liked pain anyway, it made her hornier. She kept pushing on her g-spot like she was pressing the emergency button on a stuck elevator, hoping beyond hope it would somehow fix itself. She kept pushing and pushing, elevating her heartbeat until it was audible like a tiny drum. Her other hand was grabbing and groping her fat breast and pinching her nipple, teasing her clit with little zings of pleasure.
Ungf*"...Almost..."
A few seconds later she clenched her buttcheeks and squirted all over herself and her bed.
AHHH!*
She lay there panting for a few minutes before picking up and proceeding with her schoolwork, not bothering with her clothes.
Then post-nut clarity kicked in.
She can't keep doing this.
She can't keep torturing herself with this need of hers. It was time to either put up or shut up. Do something about this, or forget it. But she knew she couldn't hold back these thirsty desires, so doing something about it was her only option.
She was gonna pay Crash a visit.
