Fuck you (fuck you) fuck you very, very much

Mary tried to be strong when she came home from her date. She didn’t want anyone to see her cry.

And she actually managed to hold it together all the way back to her room. But when she stepped inside, it just became too much. She couldn’t hold it back anymore and burst into tears, slumping over against the bed and sobbing her heart out.

“Sniff… I hate this… why does it have to be this way?!”

“Mary?”

Mary snapped her head up and gasped. Gina stood in the doorway to the bathroom, wrapped in a towel with a shocked look on her face. She’d been so overwhelmed by her emotions that she’d completely forgotten that she had a roommate. She turned pale and rose to her feet, taking a shaky step backwards.

“G-Gina…” She stammered, averting her eyes. She really didn’t want to be around anyone right now, but she didn’t have a choice. She moved to push past the punk girl and run for cover in the bathroom, but of course she had no chance of overpowering Gina in her current state. The dark-haired punk grabbed her by the arm and wrestled her to the ground, holding her down.

“No! Let me go! Just leave me alone!” Mary wailed.

“Mary, what’s going on?!” Gina demanded, trying to shake some sense into the struggling farmgirl. “What happened?”

Realizing that holding her down like this was only making Mary panic more, Gina let her go, and the redhead sat up, sniffling.

Then she burst into tears and it all came pouring out.

“I… I want to get maaaaaarrieeeed!” Mary wailed, giant tears rolling down her cheeks. “It’s not faaaaaaiiir! I don’t… I don’t want to leave Nick, but… but I can’t marry hiiiimmmm! And if I can’t, then… I won’t get to have babies, and then… uwaaaaaaah!”

She hugged her legs to her chest and rocked back and forth, bawling like a baby. Gina sat next to her, not sure what to say.

“Okay, start from the beginning…” She sighed. Gina was absolutely rubbish when it came to relationships, and she really doubted that the chaste little religious nut in front of her would want any advice if it came from her.

But on the other hand, sitting here listening to Mary bawl her eyes out for the rest of the night wasn’t exactly an enticing prospect either. Dawn had made it very clear just how important it was to get a good night’s rest, and the right thing to do was to make sure they both got one.

“I-I took Nick… on a boat ride…” Mary sniffled, wiping her eyes.

Gina resisted the urge to laugh. A boat ride? Talk about boring.

“And then… we started talking about marriage, and he… he…!”

She barely managed to get a few words out before she started sobbing again. Gina sighed. This was going to be a real pain in the ass.

“Mary, stay focused.” Gina clapped her hands on the other girl’s cheeks, and drew Mary’s attention to her.

That turned out to be a huge mistake, because when Mary refocused on Gina, she was able to clearly see that the girl was clad only in a towel, which meant that her sleeve of tattoos was exposed.

Mary’s eyes bulged out of her skull as her brain was deluged with the kind of filth she’d always tried to hide from. She saw Gina being bent over a desk and spanked while dressed like a schoolgirl, she saw her wearing a maid outfit like Holly and being yanked around on a chain, she even saw her suspended from the ceiling by ropes and chains while wearing a leather suit that covered everything but her breasts and lower holes, while having her tits whipped repeatedly.

“Eeeeeeek!” Mary screamed, frantically covering her eyes to try and drown out the lewd and perverse images flooding her mind.

“Oh, shit, sorry!” Gina gasped, quickly ripping off her towel and covering her arm with it. Now she was completely naked, but that was better than Mary being driven nuts by the filth that bounced around in her skull all hours of the day.

It took a while for Mary to calm down. Long enough to completely lose track of where they were in the story. But eventually she managed it, working herself down to a steady pace of breathing, and she stared warily at Gina.

“P-please put some clothes on,” she stammered, turning bright red. But she couldn’t take her eyes off the other girl’s body. Not after all the things she’d seen Nick do to it in her head.

Gina nodded, her eyes a little wide as she saw the wild look on Mary’s face. She rose to her feet and turned to the closet to change, but only managed to get a couple steps before she felt a meaty “SMACK!” on her ass that sent her cheeks bouncing.

A deafening silence echoed across the room. Neither girl breathed, the only trace of life was the wobble of Gina’s bubble butt as it jiggled to a stop.

“Mary…?” Gina turned to the redhead, shocked. But her feelings were nothing compared to the aghast look on Mary’s face. The redhead stared down at her hand as if it had been infected with some nasty plague.

“I-I… I didn’t, I-!” Mary’s eyes began to spin in her head as she tried to justify herself, but she didn’t need to.

“It’s fine, it’s fine!” Gina cut her off, not at all equipped to deal with someone having a panic attack. “Don’t fucking lose your shit, okay?!”

“Stop yelling at meeeee!” Mary wailed.

“Shit! Fuck, sorry, just… fuck!” Gina raced to the closet and haphazardly threw on the first stuff she could find, a long-sleeved shirt with a torn off midriff and ripped jeans. When she turned back to Mary, it wasn’t a pleasant sight. The redhead had curled up in a ball on the floor and was hyperventilating, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane.

Gina sighed and shook her head. “Fucking pain in the ass…”

Literally, too. Her butt still stung in the most pleasant of ways. Mary had really put her wrist into that slap.

“Hey, Mary? You good?” Gina asked. No response. Well… fuck. She’s going to be like this all night, isn’t she? Fuck… well, if that’s how it’s gonna be, then I guess I got ****.

Gina was as submissive as they came. Where sex was concerned, she loved being degraded and found it hot when guys used her like a piece of meat. Only one guy, now, but her oddly-developing feelings for her old crush didn’t change her preferences that much (only now she might like a little cuddling every once and a while)

But that was only sexually. She wasn’t some fucking doormat. If Gina needed to, she could be a bad bitch all on her own. And maybe Mary needed a firm hand right now.

“Hey, get up,” she snapped, dragging Mary to her feet.

“H-hey! Let me go!” Mary wailed, struggling against Gina as the dark-haired girl grabbed her by the collar and **** her up.

“What, you think you can sleep on the fucking floor?” Gina demanded. “That shit is gonna mess up your back, you little pissant! You sleep on the bed, got it?!”

She shoved Mary onto the red silk mattress and the girl fell backwards, too stunned to resist.

“Now then, stop your crying,” Gina ordered. “Tell me what the fuck is wrong, you got that?”

She towered over the trembling Mary, who nodded, her eyes wide with fear.

“Okay…” The redhead squeaked out.

“Good. That’s better.”

Gina kinda liked being in control. It was fun. She hadn’t had the opportunity to throw down with a bitch since that skank in that dive bar on St. Patrick’s Day.

Mary was no skank though, she was a fragile little flower and she looked about ready to wilt.

“…Talk, damn it!” This was taking too long. “How am I supposed to help you if you don’t tell me what the fucking problem is?!”

Mary sat up as straight as a flag pole and nodded.

“I-I just… I asked Nick to marry me… w-well, I didn’t ask him specifically, I mean,” she stammered, keeping her eyes focused on her lap. “I just… the topic of weddings came up, and he said… he said that he couldn’t do it… he couldn’t marry meeeeee!”

Fuck. She’s crying again. Fuck! I hate seeing people cry like that! Whenever Gina saw girls cry, it always reminded her of how much of a crybaby she used to be. After Dakota’s ****, she would sob her heart out every night.

Years later, and she’d cried herself out of tears. As far as she was concerned, Mary was just avoiding the issue.

“Why couldn’t he marry you?” She asked, surprised her voice sounded so gentle. What happened to being a bad bitch?

“B-because…” Mary’s lips trembled. “He said… he said that it would hurt everybody… that he couldn’t just be my husband… he wants to be with everyone else, not just me…”

“Uh, yeah, but you knew that already, right?” Gina couldn’t believe this crap. Hadn’t Mary resolved that by now?

“H-huh?”

“Look, moron, Nick’s not gonna marry you, ditch the rest of us, and start some nice suburban life in the boondocks somewhere, you get that, right?” Gina snapped. She slapped her chest. “For starters, he and I have a standing date for him to tie me up like a little slut and whip me red!”

Well, in her mind that was a commitment anyway. She’d talk the details over with Nick later.

“I-I know… I know the others, but… I still… I want to be his wife,” Mary sniffled. “If we can’t get married… then what’s even the point?”

She wanted it all. Marriage. Babies. A life of wedded bliss. But even in her fantasy from the night before, she hadn’t had him to herself. She’d had to share him with that witch, Morgana.

It wasn’t fair. Other women got to have their husbands all to themselves… why did she have to be the one to share?

Gina studied her with a sour expression. She knew girls like Mary. They clung and they clung, doing anything to satisfy their man. They were so **** to be loved that they would do just about anything for him.

In a way, she could sympathize. Wasn’t she the same? But no, Mary was pathetic. A loser. And Gina…

Gina had stolen guys from girls like Mary. More times than she could count. The sweet, faithful guys who talked about how much they loved their sweet little girlfriends, their high school sweethearts… and then, when the little lollipop girls weren’t around, she’d feel their eyes all over her.

Oh sure, they might say they loved their vanilla girlfriends. Some of them might even mean it. But deep down, they all wanted a taste of the richer stuff. They wanted to walk on the wild side, to get the sweet girl who stayed at home cooking and cleaning and being the perfect housewife while also banging some slut on the side.

Nick wasn’t like that, though. The cheating part, anyway.

“Mary, I knew a girl just like you once,” she mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. Or more like a dozen or so girls. “She was sweet and caring, and absolutely devoted to her man… and he liked her too.”

Her lips curled up into a wicked smile. “Then one day, she came back to their apartment and saw me riding him on the couch screaming my head off. The end!”

Mary’s jaw dropped and her eyes bulged out of her skull. “What?!”

“My point is, you’re being a total loser about this,” Gina sniffed. “Look, I get it. You love Nick. You want Nick to love you, and only you. But I’m sorry, that isn’t happening. Nick’s not going to ditch the rest of us just to be your perfect husband. So just be glad that he’s upfront with you about it.” She really wished she had a cigarette she could take a drag on right about now. Her throat was starting to itch. “It shows that he cares about your feelings. A lot of guys? They’d just lie through their teeth to get into your pants, then keep banging skanks on the side.”

Mary teared up and started to shake. She didn’t want to even think about that. “B-but…”

“So for starters, Nick is a great guy. Horny as hell and not willing to commit to you, but by any other metric he’s pretty fucking great,” Gina assured her. “So you’ve got two choices. You can stick with him anyway, even knowing who he is, or you can break things off right now and save yourself some heartache. Maybe find a new guy who will devote himself to you, and hope that he won’t end up sticking it to some ho behind your back.”

“Th-that’s…” Mary felt sick to her stomach. But she knew that Gina was right. …She hoped another guy wouldn’t cheat on her, of course, but she knew that the choice was between Nick not committing to her, and finding someone else.

Hadn’t I already made that decision, though? Way back after he first started sleeping with Gina? Back then, Mary had convinced herself that she was okay with it. She thought her love for Nick would prevail. But that was just the naïve imagining of a girl running away from reality.

“I… I want to be with Nick,” she admitted, hugging her legs tightly. “But I want to get married, too… what should I do, Gina?”

Gina blinked, surprised Mary would actually ask for her input.

“…Fuck if I know,” she shrugged. “Just marry him I guess.”

“But what about the others?!” Mary protested. “And he… he already said no, anyway!”

Gina shrugged again. She really didn’t see what the problem was. “Then make him say yes. It’s that simple.”

“M-make him?”

“Yeah dude. Just fucking… I don’t know, tease him. Taunt him. Show him what he’d be missing out on, if he doesn’t marry you. Like those milkbags of yours!” She cackled, and Mary turned red. She frantically covered her chest.

“B-but I can’t just seduce him! What if that just drives him away even more?!”

“Come on, we both know that’s bullshit.”

Mary hung her head and nodded sheepishly. She wasn’t even going to try and pretend otherwise. The real reason she didn’t want to try seducing him was because if she got into the mental space… she wasn’t sure she’d ever come out of it. She might just go overboard then and there. She’d been so tempted on their boat trip already… if Nick had said yes, she honestly didn’t know if she could have controlled herself.

That was a terrifying thought.

“Well… look, if you don’t want to seduce him, then I don’t fucking know,” Gina shrugged. “You said that the issue was his worry that the other girls might get jealous, right?”

“Well… yeah,” Mary nodded. “Dakota, she already wants to marry him… Morgana definitely does, and Rose does too…”

Gina burst out laughing. “Rose? Fucking Rose? You’ve gotta be shitting me! No way does that blonde bimbo like him for real!”

In her insulting of the actress, Gina chose to conveniently ignore her own natural hair color, promiscuity, and lack of intelligence.

Mary, on the other hand, looked aghast; she’d accidentally revealed the other woman’s secret!

I really hope Rose forgives me… and I can’t believe I just thought that. Mary seeking forgiveness from Rose for something felt like an affront to the natural order.

“Well look, if he’s worried that all those girls will get jealous of you two getting married, just have him fucking marry all of you then, who cares?” Gina scoffed. As the words left her lips, she felt a tightness in her heart.

That’s weird… what’s this strange feeling? She wondered.

Mary’s stunned face brought her out of her introspection. She looked so confused it almost made Gina burst out laughing.

“I-I can’t do that!” Mary exclaimed. “That’s WRONG! You’re only supposed to get married to one person! Marriage is a sacred commitment with the lord!”

God, she could really be annoying.

“Fine, then fucking give up,” Gina scowled. “Because you know as well as I do that whatever ‘sacred commitment’ you’re trying to get with Nick, it’s not fucking happening. That guy’s gonna bang me, he’s gonna bang Carly, Dakota, Dawn, whoever’s in his harem! You think being his wife’s gonna change that? ‘Cuz it’s fucking not!”

Mary started to cry. “I-I know that!” She sobbed. “But I still want… I still want-!”

“You just want to be fucking special,” Gina seethed. A foul emotion welled up in her chest from a place she couldn’t identify, adding far more venom to her words than she meant to. “You think that just because you want to get married that the whole world should bend over backwards for you? That you don’t have to sacrifice anything?!”

“N-no!” Mary whimpered. “I just, I… I just want-!”

She wanted Nick’s love. His love in the purest form imaginable. She wanted to be his wife, have his babies. Why was it wrong to want that? Why couldn’t she have that?

Why did it have to hurt so much?

“If you want Nick to marry you, and only you, then just get the fuck out right now!” Gina exclaimed. “Because sorry red, that’s not on the fucking table! Sometimes you just don’t get what you want, so stop being so selfish! Sometimes, things are just too fucked up to be able to get a ‘happy ever after’ and you just have to fucking accept it! Accept that you don’t have any right to want to be his wife because of the mistakes YOU made, and that all you can hope for is that maybe he’ll give you some scraps every once in a while, when he’s not banging somebody better than you! You got that?!”

Gina stopped to catch her breath, and when she did, she saw the state she’d left Mary in and she felt sick to her stomach.

The poor thing looked completely broken.

Where did that come from? Gina sank back into that dark pit of self-loathing she’d tried so hard to pull herself out of. She’d just unloaded all that crap onto Mary without even thinking; years of bile had bubbled up out of her and she hadn’t done a damn thing to stop it.

She felt like the worst person in the world.

“M-Mary…” She stammered, having absolutely no idea how to make any of this right. “I-I didn’t mean to…”

Mary stared silently up at her, her eyes contemplative.

“…Gina…” She whispered. “…Fuck you.”

…Well. Not that it wasn’t deserved, but Gina certainly didn’t see it coming.

“Fuck you!” Mary repeated, more forcefully. “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?! Fuck you! I can so be his wife! I AM going to be his wife, so you fuck right off you fucking bitch!”

Gina was so overwhelmed by the string of expletives rolling off Mary’s tongue that she didn’t know what to say. She just stared at her in amazement.

Then Mary launched herself off the bed and tackled her to the ground.

“I can marry him!” She cried, her tears splattering Gina’s face as she straddled the girl. “But I can’t let him marry someone else! It’s wrong! The Bible says it’s wrong! Wanting to hold onto my beliefs is selfish?! Fuck you!”

She clutched Gina’s shirt as she broke down, crying into her breasts. Gina stared up at the ceiling while the redhead sobbed, and cradled her gently as she cried.

What a fucking mess.