Something... Yeah something was definitely wrong.

You jerk awake from a turbulent nightmare of being boiled in a massive cauldron, Krampus laughing at you. Then he stroked his perfect cock until he came in your waiting mouth.

You take a deep breath and get out of bed, grateful your parasite didn't decide to wet your bed while you slept. But as you stood, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. You've had this feeling before, but never this strong, never this urgent.

You rushed over to your full-length mirror that hung from your closet door. As you looked at yourself, you had that feeling again, like static before a lightning strike.

You looked at your naked reflection, and you looked like you always did, but... Did you? You stood five feet one and had platinum blonde hair worn in a bob cut. You had naturally feminine features, not like a femboy feminine look, more like just a straight-up woman feminine look.

You had a soft face and an athletic build. Your narrow waist and wide hips complemented your huge muscular bubble butt nicely, and you had a perfect set of massive tits, like bigger than your head massive, and a respectable six-inch dick that was the only evidence you weren't genetically female.

You always found it strange that nobody was bothered by your appearance. When you identified as a man, people still called you a man without exception, even as your chest began to blossom and your ass exploded.

In high school, when you came out as a girl, nobody questioned it; they just went 'oh cool,' and they started treating you as if you were always a girl, dick and all. Well, you're less shocked about that, but for no one to make a thing out of it ever is unheard of.

Nowadays, you identify as more gender fluid, although you lean more feminine, and still nobody seems to mind. Not even your creepy conservative uncle misgenders you, and he misgenders everyone! He has gotten a lot better about that in recent years, though, after he married his futa wife, so you try not to be too hard on him.

You spent a while staring at yourself, trying to figure out what felt so wrong that morning. But as you looked, you began to admire yourself, striking a few poses in the mirror, and felt your member harden as you looked at the bombshell in front of you.

You slowly put the strange feeling out of your mind as you masturbated to your oh so fuckable reflection. It's always important to love yourself, and you doubt anyone loves themselves as much as you do.

Tragically, your meditation on how big one can inflate their ego was cut short when the bane of your existence burst into your room cock swinging.

“Sup fucker! I made you breakfast in bed, hope you like...” Donna began, grabbing her dick, which was presumably what she meant by breakfast, but the words got caught in her throat as she shamelessly leered at your naked body with a look of shock.

“Holy shit, you look so fucking hot, like really fucking hot. I didn't think it would... It was just supposed to... You're so fucking hot.” Donna's dick drooled as she looked everywhere but your face. After a moment, she started to stroke herself.

She was being weird again, which shouldn't have surprised you by then. You were about to question why she was reacting like she hadn't given up porn to instead just masturbate to you whenever she caught you naked when the smell of her futa precum hit your nostrils, and you had to put all your focus on not licking it off the floor and beg to suck her off.

You had a condition that you've been very successfully hiding from your perverted pig roommate. It was the same condition that Gaby had. F.D.D, futa dependence disorder. It was like an addiction that never got better. If you go a week without a futa cumming inside you, the withdrawal you experience just gets worse and worse until you eventually die.

You knew if Donna ever found out, she would never let you have a moment of peace again, especially with how she was looking at you now.

“Donna could you please piss off and fuck your couch or something, I have to get ready.” You said with enough exasperation that you hoped she wouldn't notice your glances at her massive cock or how yours was only getting harder as she stood in your room.

“I... Um.” She started, rather intelligently, as she focused on stroking her monster cock. Then your words caught with her, and she paused, a look of concern washing over her face. “No wait, you need to suck my dick, or you're going to go into withdrawal!”

Fuck. Fuck shit goddamn it all to hell and shit fuck! How did she find out?! How did she know you've been dry for almost a week?! Someone was losing fingers over this betrayal!

“That is none of your fucking business. Get the fuck out of my room.” You said coldly as your fear and rage overpowered your condition's need to do just what she asked you to do.

Her look of concern evolved into panic, like you were moments from death if you didn't throat her cock, it was more like days really. “Vik This is serious, you're going to get sick! Just... just let jerk off into your mouth, I'll even close my eyes, but you're going to die if you don't drink my cum!”

“Donna with all do respect... I would rather die than let you put that disgusting thing inside me. Now. Get. The. fuck. Out.” Donna was too shocked to resist as you forced her out of your bedroom, her dick still in hand, and with surprisingly little force of will... You locked the door.

Huh, that was probably what that ominous feeling was about. It was your entire world crumbling around you. Oh well. You got ready for a night on the town with Gaby because, as much as you were loath to admit it, you did need to fuck a futa, but your moms thought you better than to suck the first dick that was pressed against your lips.

So you and Gaby were going to go to a meet and fuck for futa's and people with F.D.D. It was hosted by the F.D.D Dignity Foundation. They owned several sex hotels, at least that's what most people called them, and twice a week they reserved the whole building so people like you and Gaby could mingle with futas who were heavily vetted for your safety.

Once you found a futa you felt you gelled with, you were sent to one of the rooms, all of which were decked out with all sorts of fun toys and apparatuses, oh, and buckets of lube.

You decided to go with a valley-girl bimbo look for tonight. First was a tight white crop top that showed off your abs and a plunging neckline that accentuated your massive jiggly tit's, a pink micro mini skirt to show off your Michelin five-star ass, and a pair of cherry red five-inch heels to complete the look.

You were finishing your makeup, you decided to go with something more subtle but still fairly sluttly, when big dick satin started jostling the doorknob to your room. “Did you lock your door? No, it doesn't matter. I'm sorry if I did something wrong, but it's really important you ingest my semen! This is serious Vik You're going to fucking die! Please just open the door!”

Ingest her semen- what a fun and clinical way to describe rape. Her trying to abuse your condition was one thing; trying to make you think she's doing you a favor by taking advantage of you was next-level pathetic. You texted Gaby to meet you at a cafe near the hotel and snuck out the fire escape. You didn't want to look at Donna or her suckable cock.

***

You and Gaby sat in a secluded corner to minimize exposure to any more futas because it was getting hard to remember all the techniques your mom's, Beth, and River had taught you. Sipping your coffee that Gaby so kindly paid for, you try to do everything in your power not to think about Donna annoyingly perfect dick, god, withdrawal was the fucking worst.

“Is everything all right Vik? You seem upset about something.” You liked it when Gaby went all mama bear, made you hot. You looked up at her from your coffee. Gaby went with a tight pair of black yoga shorts that made her ass look like heaven and a cute green tank top.

“Donna found out about my condition and tried to throat fuck me as her way of supporting me in my time of need.” Your face soured at the memory.

“I'm so sorry Vik. How did she find out?”

“I don't know, but if someone told her their days are fucking numbered.” You let out a sigh and shook your head. “Let's not talk about this right now. You excited about your first meet and fuck?”

Gaby's cheeks reddened, and she looked sheepish. “I don't know how I feel. I've only ever been with Kate. I don't know what to expect.” Kate was her ex-girlfriend, who was the worst, and it made sense why she let Donna fuck her if Kate was the only futa she's been with.

You reached across the table and took her hand in yours. “You don't have to worry about a thing. I've been going to these for years, and my moms taught me how to spot the good ones. The ones who aren't going to be creepos like Donna or Kate.”

She looked at you, slightly taken aback. “You talked about this stuff with your moms?”

“Did more than talk. Not everyone is lucky enough to grab a futa GF out the gate; some of us have to settle with the futa who happens to be around. A lot of futa moms take care of their daughters' needs when they start getting symptoms at eighteen. Mine just went the extra mile.”

Gaby looked even more sheepish if such a thing was possible, but the deepening of her blush and the hitch in her breath showed she was getting excited, imagining a futa fucking their own daughter. Yeah, she was going through withdrawal too.

You couldn't blame her; it was pretty hot. When the withdrawal started, you couldn't care less that she was your mom, well, you couldn't care about anything other than shoving her cock down your throat and/or asshole.

You decided to withhold how River would insist you fuck her before she fucked you, so you could learn to preserve your ego when your symptoms got worse, and you certainly didn't tell her how your other mom Beth taught you how to handle a dick properly and, more importantly, the futa attached to it.

And you most certainly didn't tell her how your moms would build your resistance to having your will broken by a domineering futa by waking you up with a double blowjob every day, to help reaffirm that you were the one in charge.

Hmm, good times. Illegal as shit, but good times. You should visit them.

“Hey Gaby, if it makes you feel better, we can find a girl to suck and fuck together. You know, like how elephants support each other when one of them is fucking for the first time or taking an especially big elephant dick.”

“It's disorienting when you talk all smart and dirty like that when you dress all...” Gaby trailed off, waving a hand at your tits.

You softly giggled, “You're going to have a good time, don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you, and after last night, you need to learn what real dick feels like.”

Her blush deepened into unsustainable levels, and she took a long sip from her hot chocolate, but she couldn't hide her dopey little grin from you. This was going to be a fun night, and hopefully something you two could do more often. It was nice to meet someone else with F.D.D to suck and fuck with.

***

You and your new bestie walked up the fuck hotel and the door guardian, who protected it.

“Haya, Georgie, how's the wife? Has she regained the ability to walk yet, or are we giving it a few more weeks after the next level fucking you gave her with your bitch destroyer?” George blushed and looked as if he had swallowed a frog. He was big and strong and hot and scary-looking, but really, he was a sweetheart who was so fun to tease.

It took him a moment to recover, and you caught him looking at your impressive tits a few times, which was fine. A sweet boy like him could look all he wanted, as long as that was all he did, unless you told him otherwise.

“Umm... I mean, hello Vik It's nice to see you... again... today... this week... Oh, and I don't... uhh... I don't have a wife... I'm available... not that I'm asking you out, but... just saying I'm... uhh... On the prowl... Not that I'm like a predator or something!... um... woe, I shouldn't have said it like that, huh... I'm... uhh... W-who's your... um... who's your friend?” Yeah, you were definitely popping his cherry one day.

“Oh, this is Gaby; she should be on the list. She's here to help me make a hot futas year. Also thought I'd teach her how to properly throat a cock like a good girl should. You know I can be a very...” Pause for dramatic effect and to build sexual tension: “Very good girl.”

George swallowed hard, and you weren't sure if he looked more aroused or scared. It was cute regardless.

“Well, I think you're a... I mean you... You look... I would...” He fell silent for a moment, looking like a lost lamb before finally saying. “You ladies can go on in if you like...” Yeah, definitely more aroused than scared... but barely.

“Thank you so much, Georgie. It's always a pleasure to see you.” You said, fluttering your long eyelashes, and he looked damn near on the verge of tears. I knew he liked it, though.

“Yeah... Yeah! It's always... It's always a... always... N-nice to meet you, Gaby,” he said before resigning to stare at the ground.

Gaby, finally getting a word in, said, “Nice to meet you too!” She looked a lot less nervous after she encountered the Georgie. He really was good at his job.

***

“What did you do to that guy? he was head over heels! I have never seen a guy throw errors in real time before,” Gaby said as you entered the foyer of the hotel, and a very nice lady led you and Gaby to the meeting area.

“I have that effect on people.” You said as you walked with a practiced sway to your hips, so everyone knew what you had to give.

After entering the meet and fuck area, you were temporarily overwhelmed by the pheromones that lingered in the air. Still, you were able to regain control of your faculties, straighten your back, and stand with the confidence of the princes you knew you were.

Gaby... did not. The second the smell hit her, she stared drooling and moaning like a cat in heat. You had to grab her by the shoulders and cover her mouth to stop her from dropping to her knees and begging the nearest futa to skull fuck her, like a few others were in the middle of doing, although they quickly found partners and were walked upstairs.

After a bit of struggling, Gaby regained enough of her sense that you felt safe letting her go. “Ok, Gaby. Remember, stick with me, don't talk to anyone, no matter how hot you find them, and have fun!”

You and Gaby walked through a cheap-looking ballroom filled with women dickless and otherwise. Strangely, you're the only non-cis woman to have developed F.D.D., another weird thing to add to the pile.

As you made the rounds, you spotted several prospects. One futa who was slightly on the chubby side but looked really sweet. A very muscular black chick who you fucked a few times, but she was a bit too dominant for Gabby's mental state at that moment. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spot your partner for the day and hopefully the night.

“Gwen!! I didn't know you were coming today! I thought you couldn't do Sundays anymore?” Gwen was six-two with long curly black hair she wore in a loose ponytail and had deathly pale skin; she was exceedingly fit and had an ass you could get lost in for hours. Her full breasts weren't anything to scoff at either.

She was wearing a black cropped tank top and black cargo pants. She went full goth for her makeup, and it was making you hard just looking at her.

But what you really liked about her was how warm and open she was; you will never meet a kinder and more genuine person than Gwen.

“Oh, hey Vik! Well, I kinda took a sick day. You weren't here on Wednesday, so I thought I'd… you know.” This is what you're talking about! Marshmallows wish they were as soft and sweet.

“Oh my god Gwen, You're gonna be in real trouble if you keep talking like that! Get over here!” You flung yourself at her, and because of your height difference, your face went straight into her tits. You spent a good amount of time nuzzling her knockers before, with great regret, you took a step back.

“Oh, this is Gaby, by the by.” You added as an afterthought. “After I caught her fucking she who will go unnamed, I decided to show her the ways of futa taming. Hey, if you don't have a partner, would you wanna go up with Gaby and me?”

Gaby, for her part, was barely a part of the conversation as her eyes were locked on Gwen's pants. More accurately, the obscene bulge in said pants. Which, after seeing it twitch, had you a tad distracted as well.

Gwen shook her head. “I've been waiting for you, hot stuff. You know I can't say no to that ass.” You couldn't help but smile as you took her hand, and all three of you were led upstairs.

***

The room didn't matter. The shitty bed, an afterthought. All you could focus on was Gwen as she timidly took her pants off. She was clearly shy about having an audience. After what felt like an eternity, her nineteen-and-a-half-inch monster swung free and was already at half-mast.

She once complained that she was disappointed that it wasn't an even twenty. So you squeezed her balls so hard that she cried, then came, then asked you to call her a good girl as you made her clean up her mess with her mouth and then ate your ass out while she jerked you off. She never complained about it again.

As her cock swung from side to side, you couldn't help but drool at the sight. Now this was a real woman! Not whatever the fuck you had to live with. You quickly tore your clothes off so you could get to fucking her, but she held up a hand.

“I was thinking we could do a little roleplay? You know... With you... with you as my slave and me you... Your mistress, you know, like usual?” That has never been your usual, but the quick worried look at Gaby made it clear.

She didn't want the newcomer to see Gwen's subby side. You could understand that. So you played along; you usually played bottom bitch, so this wasn't going to be too hard.

You got on your knees, staring down the barrel of her weapon, and began to play the part of the needy little sub as you clawed at her meaty thighs. “Mistress, I can't take it anymore. I'm a pathetic slut who needs your perfect massive cock, or I'll lose my mind. Please Mistress. I need you so bad.” You said in the most pathetic pleading voice you could muster.

Gwen Looked blankly at you with her mouth half open, her cock throbbing and drooling as she looked at you, shell-shocked. You haven't seen her this turned on in a while. “I... I... You... um... yeah.” Your mistress projected with an overpowering air of authority.

When she didn't say or do anything but blankly stare at you, you decided to help her out a bit. “Oh, mistress, can I please suck your most magnificent cock, please? I need it more than the setting sun. more than the air I breathe, more than all the most beautiful sights in the world, for nothing can compare the radiant, overpowering beauty that stands over me, my most wonderful mistress.”

Gwen had a strange intensity to her eyes; it wasn't quite fear. more like an arousal so powerful she could barely conjure a single coherent thought. “I... I... G-go... Holy fuck... uh, go ahead... S-slave!” Oh, she got it in there at the end, really impressive stuff.

You slowly brought your head forward until you pressed your nose to the head of her dick and deeply inhaled. Oh... fuck yeah, that got your engine running. You slowly began to lick her balls and savor the flavor of them before running your tongue all the way up her shaft until you were tonguing the slit of her dick gently. You greedily licked up her precum as a good dog should.

“You taste amazing, mistress. I need your cock down my whore throat! Please give it to me, mistress!” At that point, you didn't need to act; you really did need her to fuck and cum down your whore throat.

“What? Oh yeah, go right ahead, baby.” She said, putting her hands behind her back, spread her legs slightly, and stood stock still in a move you trained into her when you played mommy cock inspector, dear god, she was never going to skull fuck you. You had the damnedest feeling you were the only one invested in the scene right now.

Trying very hard not to roll your eyes, you opened your mouth as wide as you could and wrapped your plump lips around the head of her cock. You savored the taste and shape of her as your tongue explored the engorged head of her perfect dick.

Gwen let out a very dominant and intimidating high-pitched whine as her cock pulsed and throbbed in your mouth. You, still hoping she would understand what you wanted her to do, remained relatively still, licking her glans, waiting for her to take charge.

“Mommy, please, a little deeper?” Gwen begged and whined pathetically. Jesus fucking Christ. In an act of frustration, you grabbed her hands from behind her back and placed them on the back of your head, and the bitch looked at you like you were crazy. How fucking stupid do you have to... You were the one with F.D.D, so why was she acting like the brainless cock addict?

After a frankly embarrassing amount of time, she finally remembered the role she had GIVEN HERSELF and began to force your head down her cock. Your annoyance melted with every inch she forced down your slut throat. You cupped her balls and fondled them as she finally started to use you like the Fleshlight you are. You hummed as she pressed your face to her neatly trimmed bush, and you nuzzled your face into her pelvis.

You could feel every inch of her all the way down your bulging throat, but you didn't gag. You never gagged on cock, you didn't need to break for air, and you didn't need to train your ass to take dick. It's like your body was made to be fucked.

You hummed in contentment as she started to pull her hips back, her cock sliding out of your throat with a satisfying sensation until only the head remained in your mouth, resting on your tongue. And then she thrust her hips forward, shoving her entire dick back down your throat in a single motion, and nearly made you cum right then and there.

She began to fuck your mouth in a move you never expected from her. But she was still a tad timid, like she was scared about hurting you. But as something Ivy, the lovely dominant black woman who was one of your fav regulars, figured out, you couldn't be fucked too hard, and she pushed that theory to its absolute limit; honestly, you should probably be dead right now with how hard she fucked your poor ass.

You reached around and grabbed both her ass cheeks and, after squeezing and groping them, you pulled her toward you, and started bobbing your head in rhythm with her thrusts to encourage her to fuck you harder, like a lot harder.

For a while, she seemed to think you were just groping her, but she caught on after a bit and started to skull fuck you in earnest.

Gluk gluk gluk. You closed your eyes and held your hands behind your back and stood as still as you could and let her fuck your throat like the good girl you were. After a few blissful minutes, she shoved her entire cock down your throat and held your face against her pubes. For a moment, you just enjoyed the feeling of her warm cock filling your sluttly whore throat and huffing the pheromones in her pubes.

Gwen grunted as her cock suddenly pulsed, and your mind went blank as a torrent of cum was shot down your throat and directly into your stomach. She came and came and came. Right before she finished, you slid off her cock until it was just the head and came on the floor yourself as Gwen's hot, delicious cum flooded your mouth.

“Thank you for letting me cum, mommy.” Gwen wined as she looked down at you with a warm, loving smile. Oh well, points for trying.

After a few moments to savor the heavenly flavor of her baby batter, you swallowed and stood wiping as much saliva as you could from your mouth and chin... and tits... and stomach, Christ, she really went all out, huh.

Panting, Gwen sat at the edge of the bed. “Did I do good, Mommy?” she asked, looking at you like the golden retriever you knew she was.

“No, that was the fucking worst performance I've ever seen. No charisma. No stage presence. I was doing most of the controlling, which was just sad to see. Gwen just admit it, you're just a subby slut, and you always will be.” Gwen didn't look crestfallen at the criticism; she just got hard again as you talked down to her like the subby puppy she was.

You felt a hand on your arm and nearly jumped out of your skin, then remembered that Gaby was still in the room. She had stripped at some point, and her pussy was sopping wet. Her eyes bulged with desperate need as she fingered herself. “Can I have a go now? Can I please!? I can't take it anymore. I can't take any more. I need it. pleeeeeaassseeee!!!!!”

Oh, poor thing. Good girl, though, sitting and staying when she knew it wasn't her turn. “Oh baby, have I been ignoring you?” You said in your trademark mommy voice, something both girls responded to with hitched breath. “Let mommy make it better.” You gently cupped Gabby's cheek and pulled her into a kiss. She froze at first but melted when she tasted what was left of Gwen in your mouth.

She eagerly drove her tongue into your mouth to get as much futa cum as she could. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Gwen slowly stroking her dick at the sight of you and Gaby making out. Such a sweet little cuck, bless her.

After a moment, you broke off the kiss even as Gaby protested and tried to force her tongue back down your throat. “Easy baby, that was just an appetizer to keep you sane. But if you're a good girl and do everything Mommy says, I'll give the real thing. ok baby?” Gaby nodded her head as words failed her.

Looking at Gwen as she furiously fucked her hand to the sound of her mommy's voice, you clicked your tongue. “Did mommy give puppy permission to touch herself?” Gwen's hand suddenly stopped as she realized what she had done. “Oh, could the horny puppy not control herself? Could puppy not wait five minutes for Mommy to finish?”

Gwen's cock throbbed, “I'm sorry, Mommy. Puppy wasn't thinking.” Her breath was shallow.

“Was puppy too horny thinking about Mommy?” You asked as you stood over her, your dick hovering near her lips.

“Yes, Mommy. Puppy was too horny.” Her face was a deep shade of crimson as she spoke.

“Puppy was very rude to Gaby. Mommy Thinks She should make it up to her. Lay back and do as Mommy says.” Gwen shuddered and gulped as she lay as she was told. What a good girl.

“Gaby, why don't you sit on Puppy's face for Mommy. Alright, baby?” You loved how she shivered as you gave her an order.

“Yes, Mommy.” Gaby crawled into bed and pushed her gushing cunt over Gwen's mouth. And ever so slowly she lowered onto her until she pressed her pussy into Gwen's lips. Gaby let out a sharp gasp as Gwen tongued her pussy with mechanical precision.

“Gaby, bend over so your face is over puppy's cock, but don't suck it yet; do keep your mouth open. Can you do that for Mommy?” Gaby nodded her head and did as she was told, bending over Gwen's cock and not quite sucking.

You slid your hands through Gaby's silk hair and gripped both sides of her head. Once she realized what you wanted, she just opened her mouth wider. You pet her head softly. “Good girl.” You slid your cock down her throat and fucked it for a few moments, and Gaby hummed in pleasure. After your dick was nice and wet, you slid out of Gaby's mouth, much to her chagrin. “Ok baby, now you can suck Puppy's dick.”

As Gaby fucked her own throat on Gwen's dick, you pressed your dick to Gwen's rosebud. “Does Puppy want Mommy's dick up her slutty Puppy fuck hole?” You rubbed your cock against her asshole but waited for her to beg before entering.

“Yes!... Mommy!... Fuck!... Puppy!” Gwen said in between eating out Gaby.

With that, you forced your cock into Gwen's Tight asshole. The second you were nestled into her, you felt her clench around you and Gwen screamed into Gaby's cunt as she came down her throat, which in turn caused Gaby to cum, spraying all over Gwen's face.

“Did you both cum without Mommy's permission? I guess that means Mommy's going to have to punish you both until you learn to show Mommy the respect she deserves.” Both of them gulped and smiled sheepishly.

This is going to be a very fun night.

***

You and Gaby stood outside your apartment door at around midnight and made out, your hands groping her ass as she groped your tits. You broke it off and looked into her eyes. “I had a lot of fun tonight; let's do this again sometime.”

“Wednesday?” She asked eagerly with an adoring look in her eyes. Ahh, she was smitten—a common affliction.

“Wednesday.” You confirmed and kissed her on the cheek. “You might want to go back to yours; Cunty is going to be very annoying about me finding dick away from home.”

“... You... You could stay at my place tonight.” Gaby said with a blush and hope in her eyes.

“Maybe another time. I'm not letting that bitch kick me out of my own bed. But if my pride weren't at stake, I'd gladly fuck you until the sun rises and you're begging me to stop, but hoping I won't.” You gave her one last kiss and a grope before sending her on her way.

After taking a deep breath, you step into your roommate's living room, which smells annoyingly like heaven.

“Where the fuck have you been!” Donna's eyes were red, and her cheeks were soaked with tears. Her naked body was shivering with emotion. “I have been looking...” a sob cut her off as she started to cry. “I've been looking... (sob) Fucking everywhere for you.” She broke down into a fit of ugly tears as she fell to her knees.

“I thought you were dead! (sob) I thought you were dead because of me!” She shoved her face into her hands and cried even harder. Was she... Did she genuinely think you were going to die? Was she genuinely trying to help you? Did she know nothing about F.D.D? If you were going to die if you didn't fuck her, how would you have made it this far?

Despite everything she's done to you, you walked over and put a hand on her back and rubbed it. She looked up at you... and pressed her back into your hand. “You're a fucking moron, you know. I'm not about to drop dead the second I go into withdrawal. It takes days for it to be lethal. Plus, you don't have to worry about it. I got plenty of vitamin D today at the meet and fuck, so stop worrying. I'm not going anywhere.”

Her reaction shouldn't have surprised you, but in a moment of weakness, you really thought she was going to be normal about it.

Donna's face cycled through shock, disbelief, sorrow, and finally settled on rage. “You fucked someone? You went out, and you fucked the first slut you saw. You fucked... You! You! You Went out and Got Fucked!? While I was crying over you, you went out and got fucked like a whore!!!! You! You! You! You can't do that! You're! You're Mine!!!! You're fucking Mine!!!!”

It took a few moments to process the garbage she just spat at you. You stood up straight and took a deep breath. “Ok... One, you will never call me a whore again. Two, I am not your property, so get that out of your head right this fucking instant. Three, it is no business, no business at all who I fuck. You wanna know why?” You bent until your face was only inches from hers. “Because we're not a thing. Even if you abuse the privileges you've been given, it doesn't change anything. You and me. We aren't anything nor will we be anything... ever”

Donna slapped you. It took a few moments of your cheek stinging to register what just happened. Donna For her part, looked just as shocked as you felt. She opened her mouth to speak, but you held up a hand to stop her.

“I'm going to go to bed, and you are going to stay out of my room. Tomorrow I'm going to get my things, and I'm going to leave, and you will never see me again.” You walked to your bedroom and... of course, she kicked the door down. You pushed your dresser against the doorframe to your bedroom to give you a modicum of privacy.

---

“Vik move the dresser please? I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it... Please just talk to me... I'm sorry.” You ignored her. She had her chance, and she fucked it.

“You are Mine Vik! I'll show you! Tomorrow when you wake up! You'll be mine!! All MInE!!!!” You heard her walk off, which was a relief.

“Tomorrow. I'm leaving tomorrow.” You thought. But you aren't going to. In fact, come morning, you won't remember a world where you could ever escape.