The Ally

I sat there, completely frozen on her messy sofa.

The silence in the apartment was deafening, broken only by Sandy's quiet, ragged sobs.

My brain felt like a computer that had just encountered a fatal error, desperately trying to reboot.

A lesbian.

Sandy was a lesbian.

The words echoed in my skull, mocking every single fantasy I had built around her.

I didn't know what the fuck to do with my hands.

They hovered awkwardly in the air for a few agonizing seconds.

Finally, I just leaned forward and wrapped my arms around her shaking shoulders.

"It's... it's okay, Sandy," I murmured, my voice sounding hollow and completely foreign to my own ears.

She collapsed into my chest, burying her tear-streaked face into my jacket.

Her arms came up to hug me back, gripping me tight like I was a life raft.

She felt so small, so incredibly fragile in my arms.

I could feel the soft, heavy press of her breasts against my ribcage.

Normally, this physical contact would have sent a massive surge of blood straight to my cock.

But right now, I just felt entirely numb.

I had to pretend to be supportive.

The meanest thing I could do was admit that her revelation had fucking destroyed me.

The “good person”-thing to do was hold her and pretend I was fully okay with this.

With the fact that she could never love me.

We stayed like that for a long time.

I just gently patted her back, staring blankly at a crumpled fast-food bag on her coffee table.

Slowly, her sobs began to subside into wet, quiet hiccups.

She pulled back slightly, wiping her swollen red eyes with the back of her oversized hoodie sleeve.

"I'm so sorry, Ron," she whispered again, looking completely pathetic.

"Stop apologizing," I said, forcing a gentle, understanding tone I absolutely did not feel.

I shifted awkwardly on the couch, creating an inch of space between us.

"So..." I started, desperate to fill the suffocating silence. "Are you... are you currently dating anyone? A woman, I mean?"

Sandy shook her head, staring down at her lap.

"No," she mumbled. "I've only ever kissed a couple of girls, back in college."

She picked nervously at a loose thread on her sweatpants.

"It never really led anywhere," she confessed. "I've been too scared to actually put myself out there."

"Does anyone else know?" I asked.

"Nobody in the guild has any idea," she sighed, a bitter little smile touching her lips. “And no way am I ever telling my parents. They’re so conservative. They might start hating me. Like that’s the main reason I keep it private.”

Another silence fell over us.

She probably waited for me to say “that’s okay, your parents are dumbasses, it’s okay to be gay.”

And, yeah, of course I knew that was true.

For anyone else but her.

"I've been dropping little hints for months, hoping someone would catch on."

"Hints?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Yeah, like commenting on female game characters, or my taste in movies," she explained.

"But you guys are all so... oblivious," she said, letting out a short, wet laugh.

"…I guess we just see what we want to see," I replied, the truth of my own words stinging like a bitch.

I had been blinding myself to reality.

I thought she did all that stuff to fit in with us guys.

I felt so fucking stupid.

"There is... someone, though," Sandy whispered, her cheeks flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson.

My chest tightened. "Someone you like?"

She nodded slowly, a shy, almost girlish spark returning to her bloodshot eyes.

"She's a cosplayer," Sandy said, reaching into the pocket of her hoodie.

She pulled out her phone, her thumb hovering over the screen.

"I've been following her for over a year. She's just... she's perfect."

Sandy unlocked her phone and opened her gallery app.

She tapped on a folder, her hands shaking slightly with nervous excitement.

"Her name is Katie," she said, holding the phone out so I could see the screen.

I leaned in, my eyes locking onto the bright display.

The girl in the photo was an absolute bombshell.

She was dressed in a highly revealing anime warrior outfit, holding a massive foam sword.

Katie had long, dyed-silver hair and a face that looked like it belonged on a premium OnlyFans account.

Her body was fucking ridiculous.

She had massive, spilling tits that were barely contained by a flimsy leather halter top.

Her waist was impossibly tiny, flaring out into wide, thick hips and a fat, juicy ass.

She looked like a living, breathing hentai character.

"Wow," I muttered, genuinely taken aback by the sheer raw sex appeal radiating from the screen.

"I know, right?" Sandy breathed, staring at the photo with pure, unfiltered lust.

"She's so gorgeous. I see her at conventions sometimes, but I'm way too terrified to ever go up to her."

Sandy swiped to the next photo.

This one was Katie in a skin-tight latex succubus outfit.

The shiny black material was practically painted onto her massive curves.

A tiny, heart-shaped cutout exposed the deep, pale valley of her cleavage.

"I just... I look at her and my brain stops working," Sandy confessed, biting her lower lip.

I sat there, watching the girl of my dreams actively drool over another woman.

It was a surreal, deeply agonizing experience.

Sandy kept swiping, showing me picture after picture of this busty, silver-haired goddess.

Katie in a bikini. Katie in schoolgirl lingerie. Always posing provocatively.

"She's amazing," Sandy sighed, her thumb swiping to the next image a bit too quickly.

Suddenly, a different type of photo appeared.

The image on the screen was poorly lit and taken from a low angle.

It looked like… holy shit.

It was a fucking panty-shot!

It was a blurry shot bright pink lace panties, taken between a woman’s legs.

Sandy let out a sharp gasp of pure panic.

"Oh my god! Wait, no!" she shrieked, her face turning the color of a fire engine.

She scrambled to lock the phone, trying to yank it away from my view.

But my hand shot out, catching her wrist.

"Wait," I said, my voice dropping an octave.

I was genuinely shocked.

This was a creepshot.

Sandy, the sweet, oblivious, dorky gamer girl, was secretly taking up-skirt pantyshots of other women.

My brain struggled to process this sudden, dark twist in her personality.

"Ron, please, don't look!" she begged, tears springing back into her eyes out of sheer mortification. "I'm so sorry, I'm such a disgusting creep!"

She tried to pull her phone away, shaking with shame.

I looked at her flushed, panicked face.

Instead of judging her, a weird, dark thrill twisted in my gut.

"It's fine," I told her, my voice surprisingly calm. "Actually... I kinda like it."

Sandy froze completely, her mouth falling open in shock.

"W-what?" she stammered, staring at me like I had just spoken a foreign language.

"I kinda like it" I repeated, letting go of her wrist and gesturing to the phone. "Do you… Do you have more?"

She hesitated for a long, agonizing moment.

Her chest heaved under the baggy hoodie.

Slowly, her hands trembling, she unlocked the screen again.

The pink lace pantyshot glowed brightly between us.

"I took this at AnimeExpo last month," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"She was walking up the stairs to the main hall, and I was right behind her."

I stared at the picture.

Katie's thick, pale thighs were perfectly framed by the short skirt.

The pink lace panties were pulled tight across her plump ass cheeks, wedged deep into her crack.

"You can see everything," I murmured, leaning in closer.

"I know," Sandy breathed, a strange, guilty excitement creeping into her voice. "She wasn't wearing tights. Just those tiny little panties."

"Did she notice?" I asked, feeling a voyeuristic rush.

"No," Sandy said, shaking her head. "I pretended I was texting. My heart was beating so fast I thought I was going to pass out."

She swiped to the next photo.

This one was even more explicit.

Katie was bending over a merchandise table, looking at some prints.

Her short shorts had ridden dangerously high up her thick thighs.

Sandy had managed to snap a crystal-clear shot straight up the leg of the shorts.

A sliver of white cotton panties was visible, stretched tight over a very prominent, meaty cameltoe.

"Jesus, Sandy," I muttered, feeling my dick start to twitch despite my emotional devastation. "You're a total freak."

Instead of crying again, Sandy actually let out a nervous, breathless little giggle.

"I know," she confessed, her face burning hot.

"I can't help it. When I'm near her, I just want to devour her."

She swiped again, showing another up-skirt shot, this time of Katie sitting on a bench with her legs slightly parted.

The dark shadow of her crotch was visible through a pair of sheer black panties.

We sat there on the messy sofa, shoulder to shoulder, perving over the illicit photos together.

It was the most bizarre, fucked-up bonding experience of my entire life.

Sandy was getting visibly turned on just talking about it.

Her breathing was shallow, and she kept shifting her thighs together.

"I have... I have worse ones," she whispered, looking at me sideways through her messy blonde bangs.

My eyebrows shot up. "Worse than up-skirt creepshots?"

She bit her lip, nodding slowly.

"Do you want to… see them?" she asked, her voice dropping into a dirty, conspiratorial hush.

I didn't even hesitate. "Yes."

Sandy exited the hidden folder and opened a completely different, password-protected folder.

She typed in a four-digit code, her hands shaking with adrenaline.

"This was at a local cosplay meetup a few months ago," she explained, her voice thick with lust.

"We were sharing a large communal dressing room area."

The image loaded, and my jaw practically hit the floor.

It was a photo taken over the top of a bathroom shower stall.

The tiled walls were slick with condensation.

Standing directly under the stream of water was Katie.

She was completely, utterly naked.

The photo was incredibly high resolution.

I could see the heavy, water-slicked droop of her massive, natural breasts.

Her large, dark pink nipples were hard from the chill of the water.

Thick streams of soapy water cascaded down her flat stomach, pooling in her deep belly button.

But my eyes were instantly drawn lower.

Katie had a shaved cunt.

The water matted the hair down, exposing the swollen, pink outer lips of her pussy.

She was lathering her thighs, completely oblivious to the fact that she was being photographed.

"Holy fucking shit, Sandy," I breathed, genuinely stunned. "This is incredibly illegal."

"I know, but worth it, right?" she whimpered, her eyes glued to the naked flesh on the screen.

"I stood on a toilet in the stall next to hers. I held my phone over the divider."

She swiped to the next photo.

This one caught Katie mid-turn, exposing the full, glorious curve of her massive, soapy ass.

The water glistened on her plump cheeks.

"She has the most perfect body I've ever seen," Sandy moaned softly, practically vibrating next to me.

"I just wanted to reach over the wall and touch it."

She swiped again.

Katie was reaching up to wash her hair, lifting her heavy tits and exposing the soft under-boob.

"I stood there for ten minutes," Sandy confessed, her voice thick with depraved arousal.

I stared at the sweet, innocent girl sitting next to me.

She was a predator. A total, unrepentant voyeur.

She was just as fucked up and twisted as I was, maybe even more so.

She hid her dark, perverted desires behind a mask of dorky gaming references.

It was incredibly hot, in a sick, twisted sort of way.

But beneath the physical arousal pulsing in my groin, a cold, dark void was expanding in my chest.

While we stared at the naked body of the woman Sandy truly desired, I slowly realized something.

I was dying inside.

Every single dream I had harbored about this girl was turning to ash.

The fantasies of us dating, of holding hands in public.

The dreams of a quiet house, of starting a family, of a normal, loving future.

It was all completely, irrevocably dead.

Sandy didn't want a husband.

She didn't want a boyfriend.

She wanted to bury her face between the soapy, massive tits of a silver-haired cosplayer.

I was just a friend.

A male confidant she could share her illegal, perverted secrets with.

I was officially just her ally.

I stared at the screen, feigning interest in Katie's naked ass, while my soul bled out onto the cheap sofa cushions.

"She's incredible," I managed to say, my voice still pretending I was alive.

"Isn't she?" Sandy sighed, locking her phone and slipping it back into her pocket.

The heavy, sexual tension in the room slowly began to dissipate, replaced by a comfortable, friendly warmth.

At least, it was comfortable for her.

"Thank you, Ron," she said softly, turning to look at me with profound gratitude.

"For what?" I asked numbly.

"For not judging me," she smiled, a genuine, beautiful smile that broke my fucking heart.

"I thought you would think I was a monster. Or a creep."

"We're all creeps deep down," I said, a bitter, cynical truth escaping my lips.

"You're seriously the best friend, like, ever," she said, leaning in to hug me again.

This time, the hug was tight, affectionate, and completely devoid of any romantic tension.

I patted her back, staring at the blank wall over her shoulder.

"I should probably get going," I muttered, gently pulling away from her embrace.

"Are you sure?" she asked, looking a little disappointed.

"Yeah, I've got some coding to finish up tonight," I lied smoothly.

I stood up, my legs feeling like lead weights.

Sandy walked me to the front door.

She looked a million times better than when I had arrived.

The heavy burden of her secret was gone, lifted from her shoulders and placed directly onto mine.

"I'll see you online later?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"Yeah. Definitely," I nodded, forcing a tight, unconvincing smile.

"Thanks again, Ron. Seriously. This… This meant so much to me."

I gave her a friendly smile, turned and walked down the hallway, the sound of her door clicking shut behind me.

I descended the stairs, stepping out into the cool, dark evening air.

I felt completely hollowed out.

A discarded husk of a man.

I walked aimlessly down the sidewalk, the streetlights casting long, distorted shadows across the pavement.

My dream was dead. The natural route was a total failure.

But as I walked, my hand drifted into my pocket, my fingers brushing against the glass of my phone.

I pulled the device out, the neon glow of the screen illuminating my battered, bruised face.

I stared at Sandy's profile picture in the app.

The app didn't care about biology.

The app didn't care about sexual orientation.

When she had kissed me, the app explicitly stated she felt "conflicted by her sudden, intense attraction to User."

It wasn't a glitch.

The app was actively rewriting her brain.

It was performing magical, psychological conversion therapy on her, forcing her to crave me against her own nature.

She was fighting it, but the app was stronger.

If I pushed her further… she would break.

She would forget about Katie's soapy tits and crave my touch instead.

It was the most evil, manipulative, sociopathic thing I could possibly do to another human being.

I was going to rip away her true identity just to satisfy my own selfish, pathetic loneliness.

I stared at the empty grid of her schedule.

My thumb hovered over the action selection menu.

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