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Sonic Underground: The Anon Chronicles
Substory 2 - Schoolyard Succubus

It had been an average schoolday for you so far: Getting to your classes a few minutes late because you've been dodging Knuckles chasing you like a hound straight from hell.
Somehow, between your lunch break and 5th Period, you've managed to catch a small respite from the chaos.
You chose to use this time to relieve yourself at a nearby restroom. You need as little weighing you down as possible, and a full bladder runs counter-intuitive of that.
After carefully checking your surroundings and ensuring none of the stalls are occupied by your bully Echidna, you unzip your fly and begin pissing in the urinal closest to the exit.
You opted not to take up a stall, because, while the privacy would be beneficial before discovery, you also lose line-of-sight between you and the door, your only exit.
Plus, if you WERE discovered, those walls would serve as your tomb. Better to have the freedom of movement at a moment's notice.

As the golden shower cascades down from your member, striking the stained porcelain, you hear the door opening from the hallway.
Oh, fuck, PLEASE don't let that be Knuckles. Damn it, you should have taken up a stall. Freedom of movement means NOTHING if you haven't finished pissing yet.
However, your fears turn out to be unwarranted, as it's an unfamiliar human student. He doesn't really strike you as a particularly memorable person, so you return your attention to your pissing.
"Sup", greets the student as he notices you. He has an unusually deep voice for someone his age.
"Uh...hey", you awkwardly return his greeting, glancing back-and-forth between him and your dick, making sure you don't dribble on yourself by accident.

"You're Anon, right?", asks the bassy-voiced schoolmate. It seems you're starting to build some notoriety here. It's a strange feeling, made even stranger by the unbearably awkward setting.
"Uhm, yeah, that's, uh, that's me", you respond, still anxious about this conversation. You've never been able to talk to strangers very well, but this is almost frustratingly embarrassing.
"Cool, cool", states the unknown child, as he slowly struts around to your backside, out of your line of sight.
"Uh, what's your name?", you hesitantly ask, trying to act congenial. "Oh, I'm not anyone special. Just pay me no mind", replies the strange kid from behind you.
You can't shake the feeling like you've heard this kid's voice before, but the two of you have never met.

You return your gaze forward as the last of your pee dribbles out of you. You glance towards the chrome flusher, and, as you reach for it, you spot something odd in the reflection.
It's the distorted image of the kid who just entered, and he's readying some sort of implement, like he was about to swing a weapon.
Instinctively, you duck to the left, and hear the distinctive 'WHOOSH' of a wooden baseball bat swing overhead, barely grazing over you and impacting the flusher of the urinal.
The head of the urinal becomes a fountain as a geyser of water erupts from the now damaged toilet.

You tumble backwards onto your ass and quickly tuck your dick back into your pants. "WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE?!", you cry out in confusion as you glare at your attacker.
"Damn", grunts the boy holding the bat. "Looks like you're hopin' to do this the hard way", he says with an unusual calmness. You shuffle backwards towards the door, trying to get back on your feet.
His gaze meets yours as he recovers his stance from swinging his weapon. "That's alright, though", states the dangerous stranger. He steps towards you through the fountain of water spraying from the urinal.
"Hard or easy, I'm gettin' in that bussy of yours."
Upon his utterance of the word 'bussy', you suddenly remember where you've heard this kid's voice. You've heard it almost every day you've ridden the bus to school.

He's the kid who wants in your 'back door'.

Realizing the danger you're in, you bolt up and run out of the bathroom, the back of your pants soaked in toilet water. Thank god you just finished pissing, otherwise, the front would be much the same.
You flee down the labyrinthian hallways. You didn't know where, you didn't how, but you HAD to lose this kid. You weren't about to let him pop your black cherry.
As you sprint onward, you hear footsteps coming up behind you. You glance back while running to see your attacker giving chase.

Wait.
That running stance.
Upper body leaned forward.
Arms held back.

Oh, dear CHRIST.
HE'S DOING THE NARUTO RUN.
YOU CAN'T HOPE TO OUTRUN HIM LIKE THAT!

As your dreams of keeping an intact anus for the remainder of the school year crumble into dust, you return your gaze forward. There, a somehow even less welcome sight than your soon-to-be rapist Naruto-Running after you comes into view.
Knuckles has rounded the corner of an intersection further down the hallway and has spotted you. He cracks his knuckles with a sly grin on his face, and begins rapidly approaching you.

Realizing you're on a collision course with your imminent demise, you let out a shriek of terror. Your only way out of this was this upcoming intersection on your left.
You skid to a stop and frantically flail your legs after turning in an attempt to run, but the wet soles of your shoes fail to gain traction on the smooth tile floor, causing you to run in place for a moment.
Knuckles winds up a mean haymaker as he sprints towards you.
As your rapist and Knuckles are bearing down upon you, just inches away from connecting with you, your shoes finally grab the tile and allow you to dash out of the way just in time.

The unknown boy, having his head significantly lower than usual, was perfectly lined up with where your ass previously was. Upon reaching that spot, he inhales deeply through his nose.
In a bout of ecstasy, he moans, "Mmmmm, dat bussy stank Goooooooo--", before his face is struck by Knuckles' right hook.
Upon impact, your would-be rapist careens back towards the direction he came from like a comet, before slamming headfirst into a row of lockers.
The sound of the hit causes you to stop and look back at the carnage for a moment. You can only utter a stunned "Holy shit" after watching that spectacle.

"Nice footwork, new meat", Knuckles declares as he recovers his stance from punching that fool. "Now, let's see if you can keep it up", he continues as he faces you once more.
"AW, FUCK ME!", you yell before resuming your mad dash to save yourself. Knuckles sprints after you.
Normally, you have an advantage in speed thanks to your longer legs allowing you to take greater strides than Knuckles. However, after running like a madman earlier, your stamina is almost completely depleted, and Knuckles is still in prime form.
Your chances of escape are looking rather grim at this point. You pant and wheeze, but you can't maintain your lead for much longer. With one final turn down the maze-like halls, you're ready to accept your fate.

However, a familiar sight comes into view upon rounding this last corner. Down this hallway, Sonic is waddling in the same direction you're heading, his rotund asscheeks blocking most of the hallway.
You never thought you'd be so happy to see Sonic's fat ass. A plan quickly forms in your head. Having seen a potential escape from this, your body gains a renewed burst of speed, causing you to dash towards Sonic, full tilt.
Knuckles is hot on your trail, however. He's so close, you occasionally feel his glove grazing your wrist, hoping to grab you and bring your escape to an end.

Finally, as you reach Sonic, you leap forward and firmly plant your left foot on the blue ball's left asscheek, using it as a springboard to leap over his head.
If this were a John Woo film, this would be the part where everything's in slo-mo and pigeons are flying around everywhere.
Unfortunately, your landing is nowhere near as cool as the stunt itself, as you fail to land properly and wind up twisting your ankle pretty badly. You immediately double over in pain.

Knuckles, having been so focused on catching you, was caught completely off-guard and failed to stop in time before his body collides with Sonic's thick rump, getting wedged between the fat bastard's asscheeks.
The moment you land, you hear a sort of impact and Sonic lets out a surprised whoop. He then begins unleashing a torrent of guttural moans and grunts, as he lets loose a series of farts. Knuckles' wails of suffering are muffled from nine-hundred pounds of flab.
You clumsily stand back on your two feet again, but your right foot is in no shape to have weight put on it. You look back at your handiwork, chuckle mischievously, and begin limping down the hallway away from this mess.

You realize that Knuckles wasn't going to stay lodged in Sonic's ass forever, and you couldn't hope to outrun him in your current condition. Instead, you resolve to hide in a nearby room and hope he doesn't spot you.
You toddle helplessly down the halls, hoping someplace that wouldn't be populated by anyone would pop up. As luck would have it, you find yourself near the Sewing Clubroom.
Good as any other place to hide, you assessed. You open the door and creep inside.
You gently shut the door behind you, feebly catching your breath, when suddenly, a familiar voice rings out to you.
"What are you doing here, virgin?"

You glance over your shoulder and spot Mindy by her lonesome near a sewing machine. Mindy's wearing her iconic purple turtleneck with yellow polka dots and purple jeans combo today.
"Oh, hey, Mindy", you greet between gasps for air. "Sorry, I just need a place to hide out for a minute"
"Knuckles after you again?", queries the buxom bimbo. You reply with a frustrated "YES".
"You can't run from him forever, you know", Mindy says. "You wouldn't be saying that if you saw how I escaped this time", you proudly respond.

"Yeah?", asks the ginger-haired slut, curious of your exploits.
You proceed to regale her of your harrowing tale of daring-do, how you managed to outrun both the sexually frustrated youth and Knuckles with fast footwork and even faster thinking.

"So, Knuckles is lodged between Sonic's big blue asscheeks?", Mindy asks. "Damn. That's kinda hot, actually"
You're not sure if you're disgusted or impressed by this girl's ability to turn every conversation into sex. You thought YOU had a porn addiction, this girl's fucking NUTS about sex.
"Right. So, anyway,", you say, hoping to change the subject, "I fucked up my landing and twisted my ankle. I can't outrun Knux like this"
"Yeah, I saw you gimping about when you came in", Mindy remarks. "I need to duck someplace safe until Knuckles fucks off for a while", you continue. "This was the closest place available"

"Sorry to tell you this, Anon", Mindy apologizes, "but this place doesn't have shit for hiding spots. Every cupboard and closet in here has a ton of shelves in them, you won't fit in them"
What?
You shamble over towards one of the closets in disbelief, and, just as she said, there's nothing but shelving in here, filled with various cloths and spools of yarn and string.
Shit.

"Maybe I could just hide under one of the desks?", you bargain. Unfortunately, the undersides of all the desks actually face the door, meaning Knuckles would spot you almost immediately.
Damn it! You somehow picked the worst club room to hide in. Maybe you still have enough time to find another room and--

"ANON!!!", roars a familiar voice. An extremely distressing one. You peek through the clubroom door's window to spot the source of the scream.
Knuckles has, indeed, broken free from his maximum security gluteal prison. His right side is completely coated in shit. He's rearing his head around wildly, clearly enraged by your escape.
"If I get my hands on you, I'M MAKING YOU MY PERSONAL BITCH!", threatens the wrathful ruby-colored rapscallion. "AIN'T GONNA BE LIKE BARTLEBY AND SONIC, THOUGH! YOU'LL GET NO LOVE FROM ME!"
"FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS: I'M MAKING YOU CLEAN THIS SHIT UP WITH YOUR TONGUE!!", he threatens, loudly. Oh fuck, he's FURIOUS.

"Damn, that sounds REALLY hot", Mindy remarks. "You think he'd let me record that on my phone?", she asks.
You duck away from the window before he can catch sight of you. You start to panic. No place to hide in here. Running away isn't an option. You can't fight him, he'd slaughter you.
"Oh my fucking god, Mindy, what am I gonna do", you desperately ask, "he's gonna fucking KILL me, I don't wanna die"
You attempt to voice your despair, but it comes out as unintelligible babbling and weeping. Mindy, clearly sick of the mess you're making of yourself, slaps you in the face, snapping you out of your trance.

"Stop being a bitch, Anon", Mindy sternly orders. "No one's dying here today. Now get to cover."
Confused, with tears streaming down your face, you look at Mindy's resolved face for a few moments, before wordlessly complying and ducking behind one of the desks.
You weren't exactly sure what she was going to do, but for some reason, you felt compelled to listen to the normally aloof and airheaded bimbo.
You peek your head over the desk to see what Mindy's next move was, and were paradoxically shocked and not at all surprised simultaneously.

In a single, swift motion, Mindy peeled off her sweater, revealing her massive tits held back by a meager bra stretched to its absolute limit. An impressive feat, considering she was wearing a turtleneck.
Likewise, she unbuttons her jeans, letting them pool around her ankles, leaving her in nothing but her skivvies.
As soon as she performs this bizarre undressing ritual, the door to the club room flies open, causing you to instinctively duck down.

"I KNOW YOU'RE IN HERE, ANO--", you hear Knuckles' enraged voice shout before he cut himself off.
Mindy strikes a ludicrously alluring pose upon seeing the shit-coated echidna, and begins swaying her torso back and forth, presenting her obnoxious milkers.
"Hey, big boy", purrs the buxom vixen. "See anything you like?"

Knuckles stares at her for a few seconds before making a disgusted grunt and exiting back into the hallway, slamming the door behind him.
Mindy places her hands on her hips indignantly. "Fag", she scoffs.

You timidly crawl out of cover after a few moments, confirming that Knuckles had, indeed, moved on.
Mindy turns her gaze towards you. You feel like you could hug her in gratitude. Maybe after she puts on her shirt, so you're not stuffing your face so directly in her cleavage.

"Mindy, that was INCREDIBLE!", you praise. Mindy puffs out her ample chest in pride.
"I really owe you one", you declare, relieved that the danger has passed.

Upon hearing those words, Mindy's demeanor changes somewhat, her prideful smile suddenly turning into a look of intrigue.
"Funny you should say that, Anon", she says, fishing something out from between her boobs. After a moment of searching, she pulls out a key and walks to the only exit of this room.
"I'm gonna call in that favor now", she goes on, locking the door. The mood has quickly gone from triumphant to foreboding. You hesitantly mutter a perplexed "uhhh" in response, unsure of what was going to happen next.

"You know, when I first came to this school", Mindy begins, "I made a vow that I was gonna fuck every single person here before the school year was over."
The topic has become quite dangerous and you're involved somehow. This is not good. Despite your instincts telling you this obvious fact, you indulge in this conversation anyway.
"Uhhh...h-how's that going for you, then?", you meekly inquire. Mindy turns to you with a smirk.
"Pretty damn good. I've only got a handful of people left on my checklist", she responds.
"...Mindy, we've been in school for, like, two months, and there's at least two hundred other students here", you flatly surmise, skeptical of her claims.
"Two hundred and forty-nine, counting faculty and overnight maintenance", she retorts, almost mechanically. "And now, I've only got five left."
Jesus fucking Christ.

"Sonic and Bartleby", the ginger slut begins listing, "are both super gay for each other, and Bartleby would fucking murder me if I ever raped Sonic, so I'm just gonna take that L"
"Knuckles", she goes on, "who keeps refusing to even acknowledge sluts like myself. As you saw, I'm still trying to curl his toes. I'll break him eventually"
"Then there's Sonia", continues Mindy, much to your shock. "I'm saving her for last. Figured I'd pop her cherry as a graduation present"
You felt an overwhelming urge to protect Sonia from this harlot. However, you suddenly feel yourself bump into the wall behind you. It seems Mindy's been approaching you, and you've been backing away without even noticing.

"And finally, there's one other guy here who I haven't fucked yet", Mindy states, her every word oozing an overwhelmingly sultry energy. "Someone who's clearly interested, and has no reason to refuse the offer, yet still does"
Mindy presses her massive breasts against your chest, staring you down. "You, Anon", she whispers.

...Wait a second.
"...Flora wasn't on that list. Did you fuck her already?", you ask, uncertain if you even WANT to know the answer to that.
"Ugh, Flora doesn't count", Mindy grunts in disgust.
"Because she's your sister?", you query, slightly relieved at Mindy's sudden lack of degeneracy.
"Because I said 'I was going to fuck every PERSON here'", Mindy corrects. "Flora doesn't count as 'people', she's more like vermin."

You really didn't appreciate the way Mindy treated her adoptive sister. Although, maybe it's for the best that she doesn't corrupt Flora like that.
"Anyway,", the Mobian Fox proclaims, returning to the topic at hand, "I've already struck out on my dream twice with Sonic and Bartleby. You're NOT gonna be my third."
Mindy proceeds to grab you by the shoulders and fling you to the floor. You could have easily resisted her, had your ankle not been injured.

As you attempt to struggle to your feet, Mindy quickly straddles your legs, keeping you pinned to the ground.
Dear lord, she was serious about this. As tempting as this situation might be, there were so many reasons you didn't want this.
You didn't want to betray Manic. You would find it hard to look Sonia in the eye afterwards. God KNOWS what sort of diseases this girl might be carrying. You weren't ready to be a dad yet.
"M-Mindy I don't consent, DO YOU HEAR ME, I DON'T CONSENT!", you rapidly profess, as Mindy fiddles with your belt.
Mindy just gives you an annoyed glare. "Are you SERIOUSLY gonna be a big baby about this?", she grunts, having undone the belt buckle.

"Mindy, sex outside of marriage is wrong", you proclaim, hoping your captor would show mercy. Instead, she loudly groans, giving an exaggerated rolling of her eyes.
"Oh, my, GOD", Mindy gags. "PLEASE stop pulling a fucking FLORA. I get ENOUGH of that shit at home from her"
"So, what, a couple of crusty Jews who died two thousand years ago in a desert halfway across the globe said some shit and we ALL have to follow it to the letter?", Mindy sarcastically asks.
You felt like she was being reductive, but you couldn't find the words to refute her logic. Instead, you find some other areas to tackle, hoping she might see reason.
"Mindy, I don't have a condom, I don't want to get some sort of STD, and I don't want to knock you up by accident", you list off. "I'm already dealing with enough shit with Knuckles, I don't need Manic out to kill me, too."

"Urgh, fucking FINE", Mindy finally grunts, acknowledging your refusal. You breathe a sigh of relief, hoping Mindy will at last set you free. Instead, she places her hands under her tits, presenting them.
"How 'bout I just fuck you with my boobs, instead?", she asks, bouncing her breasts up and down. "No STDs, no pregnancy, no problem, right?"
Aw hell. You weren't expecting HER to use logic twice.
You stammer about, trying to think of any excuse to not go through with the impending paizuri.
"C'mon, Anon", Mindy finally chimes in. "Don't act like you don't stare at my boobs all the time"

"Mindy, you're, like, ninety-five percent tits", you riposte. "Glancing in your general direction is staring at your tits."
"Maybe", she responds, "but you struggle to break eye contact with them. You're looking at them right now."
Flustered at her correct assessment, you force your gaze away from her breasts. You've been blushing for a while now, but now it's reached a fever pitch. You feel like smoke's gonna come out of your ears at this rate.
"Don't have a response to that, huh?", teases Mindy. "That's okay."
She gently caresses the ever-growing bulge in your pants. "Let's just ask what Little Anon here wants, hm?", she offers in a husky voice.

She undoes the button on your pants and unzips your fly. The only thing holding back your cock is your gray boxer briefs, the waistband of which is now in Mindy's gentle grip. You timidly moan in anticipation and fear.
"Let's just see what we're working wiiiwwwWOW", Mindy starts to purr, before exposing your rock-hard dick to the open air. Her eyes are about to pop out of her skull.
"I-is that bad?", you nervously ask. "It's weird, isn't it? It's got that curve to the left, it's--"
"DUDE.", Mindy interrupts your self-flagellation, breaking her sultry kayfabe. "WHERE is your insecurity coming from, because it's not this fucking monster."
Mindy clutches your dick and waves it back and forth slightly as she says that.

"R...really?", you ask, genuinely surprised by the compliment. "You're not...disappointed by it? It's not too small and weird looking?"
"Anon, you have GOT to stop reading those Ugly Bastard comics so much", Mindy advises. "The whole POINT of those is that nobody can measure up to the guy."
"I mean, I think Manic's bigger than you, proportionally", the slut goes on, inspecting every square inch of your penis, "but you've got nothing to worry about here, dude."
Wow. That's...actually a serious confidence builder. You weren't prepared for this.

"You SURE you just want me to use my tits, Anon?", quizzes Mindy as her fingers slowly glide up and down your shaft, "'cuz, fuck, man, I'm TEMPTED to just ride you anyway"
You honestly had to stop yourself for a second to think on this. You kind of want to nail Mindy right now for being the first person to actually compliment your dick...
Buuuuut you weren't ready to be a daddy yet or deal with some sort of venerial disease...
"...just the boobies, please", you eventually mutter after some thought.

A look of disappointment flashes over Mindy's face as she whimpers slightly.
"Aww. Oh well, maybe next time", whines the ginger-haired sucker of balls.
With a look of longing on her face, she plants a wet, sloppy kiss on your cock. Your member tingles in excitement from the act. There's a large mark of pink lipstick left over on your shaft.
Mindy then adjusts herself to prepare for her paizuri. She reaches around behind her back and undoes her bra with a snap.

The bra, having been released from the overwhelming tension, flies forwards, smacking you right in the face.
As you peel it off, you get an eyeful of what awaits you.

Mindy's breasts are obviously fake, but that doesn't stop them from being large and somewhat soft-looking, not to mention alluring.
Her nipples, however, are weirdly small and pink. Maybe that's how you know which breasts are fake or not.
You never really stopped to think about it, especially since most of the porn you consume is 2D, where the difference is non-existent.

Mindy bends down closer to your dick and spreads her cleavage wide. Expectations swirl inside of your head. You ponder exactly how good this might feel.
"Now, then...eat a donkey moss", Mindy announces.

Wh...what?
You were utterly perplexed by her bizarre declaration.

After repeating the phrase in your head a few times, you realize her error.
"Do you mean 'itadakimaAaAAGHAHD'", you attempt to say. However, your correction is cut off by the sensation of Mindy's breasts enveloping your cock.
"Ummm...nnnno, I'm pretty sure there's an 's' at the end", Mindy replies after some thought, squeezing her breasts around your member.

Holy fuck, this feels too good. It's like you stuck your dick into two incredibly soft, smooth, weighty pillows. The gentle squeezing and slow, subtle movements have already driven you wild.
You quiver in ecstasy as Mindy slowly moves her tits up and down. No matter what movement she makes, your dick is completely wrapped in breasts. In fact, if you're correct, your dick only barely reaches halfway up her massive boobs.

"So?", Mindy inquires expectantly. "Feels good, right?"
As you gasp for air, you feebly nod your head. 'Good' honestly didn't do the description justice, but your brain is struggling to formulate any string of words that could adequately describe the feeling.
Mindy lets out her trademark sensuous chuckle.
"Ha ha. That's what I love about doing this stuff with virgins like you", she states, as her movements become faster. "Watching those nervous, unsure faces get warped into bliss...it's what I LIVE for"
Mindy's breasts starts pumping her breasts rapidly. Between her erotic words and unreal titfucking, you can't help but quickly succumb to the pleasure.

You feel the familiar sense of orgasm approaching, only this time it's not by your own hands.
"Agh...FUCK!", you grunt, gritting your teeth as you explode within her ample bust. You thrust your waist as far as you can go, before the cumming ends and you flop back onto the floor unceremoniously.
As the feeling of release passes, you realize how short a timeframe that was. You feel humiliated that you couldn't last more than a few minutes.

"You alright, man?", Mindy queries, somewhat concerned by your spasms.
"...Sorry, Mindy", you pant. "I just...god, it felt too good."
"Um...whatever dude", chuckles the ginger goddess, before continuing to pump her tits. The sudden attack causes your newly sensitive dick to transmit feelings of agony to your brain instead of pleasure.
"Agh! FUCK! STOPSTOPSTOP! I ALREADY CAME!!", you shout in protest, slamming your hands against the floor.
"Nice try, you big baby", Mindy callously responds. "This ride only stops for emergencies, and crying isn't an emergency"

"Mindy, HOW can you not tell that I came already?!", you cry in frustration at her refusal.
"Anon, my boobs are ninety percent silicone", responds the plastic surgery abomination before you. "The nerve endings on my boobies are spread too far to reach my brain."
"So, if there was anything HOT and STICKY stuck in my cleavage", Mindy goes on, punctuating her adjectives by pressing her tits together harder with each word, "I'd never be able to tell"
"Mindy, just peel your boobs apart and you'll see I'm not lying", you pathetically plead.
"Why? So you can get away before we're done? I'm not stupid enough to fall for that trick", Mindy responds once more before continuing her assault. "I'll stop when I see your cum poking out from the top of my cleavage"

You proceed to writhe in both pleasure and pain as her soft, increasingly sticky breasts press against and glide up and down your cock effortlessly.
There was no way you could endure this stimulation for even the most miniscule amount of time. You couldn't struggle away. You couldn't fight back. The only way out is through.
Considering how much cum you're going to need to reach her field of view...you're gonna be here a while.

After several excruciating orgasms, Mindy finally gets a glimpse of the sticky white delight poking from between the valley in her chest.
"Oop, there we go!", she excitedly exclaims. The movements stop.
Your breath is ragged. Your heart is slamming against your ribcage rapidly. There's a ringing in your ears, and you can barely open your eyes.
If you came any more, you probably would have died.

The ginger Venus pries apart her bosom and finds an ungodly amount of semen sprayed in the crevice. She snickers a bit at the ludicrous sight.
"Damn, Anon, that's a hell of a load", she observes.
"It's...at least...eight loads...", you weakly pant. "I...lost count after that..."
"Oh, whoops, my bad, haha", chuckles the succubus. You flop your head back once more, still unsure of whether or not you're going to live through this.
"God damn it, girl", you groan, "you're gonna kill somebody doing that shit"
"What makes you think I haven't before?", Mindy asks...hopefully rhetorically, as she reaches into one of the cabinets and pulls out a box of scrap cloths.

She tosses you a square of red felt, and you eye it, and her, pensively.
"Half the reason I signed up for the sewing club; easy access to free cumrags", Mindy explains, pulling out a few scraps for herself. "Go ahead, clean yourself up"
You don't think that's the intended purpose for these scraps, but you were too exhausted to protest. You gently, yet thoroughly polish your extremely sore and now somewhat shriveled member with the aforementioned cumrag.
Mindy has begun the no-doubt arduous task of wiping all of your glaze from her chest in the meantime. After you regain the feeling in your legs once more, you stagger to your feet. It seems the worst of your ankle pain has subsided for now.
As you toss aside the used-up jizzrag and zip up your pants, Mindy pipes up once more. "Hey, Anon, can you do me a favor really quick?"

Oh, no, NOW what?
You apprehensively bring your gaze towards the source of the request and see Mindy spreading her breasts apart like earlier, only she's cleaned up the mess of your previously-potential children.
"Can you make sure I got all your cum off me?", she appeals. "If daddy sees any spooge on my bra, he's gonna shove a broomstick up my ass, and not in a sexy way"

There's far too many questions that little request raised just now. You try to ask the one that's most obviously sticking out in your mind.
"Your dad checks your bra for cum?", you query, almost in disbelief over such a task being performed by her father.
"Yeah, why? Are you jealous 'cause YOUR dad doesn't?", Mindy retorts, somewhat defensively.

Once again, an overwhelming amount of points to tackle, none of which would actually yield any meaningful use of your time.
Instead, you sigh and begin eyeing up Mindy's exposed cleavage, checking for any remaining semen stuck between her tits.
"Don't forget to check beneath each boob", Mindy orders. "Really get your hands in there if you need to."
Normally, such a mandate would fluster you beyond comprehension, but you're so exhausted and still somewhat basking in the afterglow of countless orgasms that you really don't give a fuck anymore.
You cradle each of Mindy's breasts in your hands (as best as you can, anyway. The mounds of silicone spill over your fingers no matter where you grab them), and lift as high as you can without causing her any discomfort.

While Mindy did a mostly good job in cleaning up, you spot one small area on the underside of her left breast where she missed.
"Uhh, you missed a spot under your left boob", you tell Mindy. "Could you get it for me?", she asks. "My boobies are too big for me to find one little spot like that"
You heave a sigh once more and return your gaze to the offending area. You lift her massive udder with your right hand and rub the semen spot with the first two fingers of your left hand until most of it is either on your fingers or absorbed into her skin.
When you finish, you pull your left hand away once more. Seeing your fingers coated white with your wasted seed gives you this strange, almost somber feeling.
You sent your would-be progeny to their death solely for your pleasure. Worse yet, you stabbed Manic AND Sonia in the back by performing this act with Mindy.
Even if she consented (hell, she LEAD the affair), you didn't refuse hard enough, and now you're gonna have to live with that regret for the rest of your life.

Your guilt-ridden thoughts are interrupted, however, when Mindy bends over and quickly sticks your cum-coated fingers in her mouth.
Her warm, soaking wet tongue races over every inch of your digits, and the suction from her throat makes you a little worried you're going to be pulling back stumps for fingers after this.
But what catches your attention the most from this impromptu faux-fellatio is Mindy's beautiful, baby-blue eyes locking with yours the entire time.

Your balls are completely empty.
Your brain is still recovering from overwhelming pleasure.
You are LITERALLY on the verge of dying from too many orgasms.

And yet, you can feel your dick getting hard once more. Your cock is trying to override your self-preservation instincts.

As you contemplate whether you're truly ready to die over this, Mindy gently pries her mouth away from your hand. Your fingers are glistening with saliva, and have been shaded pink from Mindy's lipstick residue.

You can't help but feel this tinge of disappointment. You were seriously about to choose death by dicksucking.

Mindy lets out her trademark sensual chuckle as she leaves you to stare longingly at your fingers and affixes her bra to her chest once again. Afterwards, she produces the key to the clubroom from somewhere and heads to the door.
She then unlocks it and stands aside.
"Thanks for the fun time, virgin", she states to you, bidding you goodbye. "Let's do it again sometime."
You finally register what she said after a few seconds and begin heading for the door. As you're about to leave, you stop nearby and say something that's been nagging at you for some time now.

"Mindy", you declare, "I'm gonna be the one to pop Sonia's cherry. Not you."
A few moments after your solemn declaration, Mindy simply smirks. "Cool. If you ever want a practice run, just hit me up. You know I'm down to clown", she offers.

...You have no idea what to make of this girl. You limp out into the hallways once more.
Thankfully, Knuckles has long since left the area. As you begin heading towards art class, the bell rings again, signaling the end of 5th period.
God DAMN, you were getting fucked for almost an hour?! Vandemeer's gonna be pissed at you, if he wasn't going through one of his 'depressive' days again.
As you try to reorient yourself, a familiar voice calls out to you from down the hall.

"'Sup, Anon!", greets Manic, as he approaches you.
Oh FUCK.
"Huhh-hey, Manic, what's UuUp?", you nervously reply, barely able to avoid screaming in terror. You clear your throat to try and calm your vocal cords.
"Didn't see you in art class, where were you?", inquires the verdant rodent.
"U-uhhhh...", you stammer, completely unsure of what excuse you could possibly use to avoid telling him you fucked his girlfriend's titties.
"I, uh...skipped class", you tell your friend. Technically, it's the truth, or at least half of it.
"Whoa, damn, Anon, I didn't realize you were so hardcore", Manic remarks. "Too bad you only did it on a free day, Vandemeer probably didn't even notice."

Well, at least you won't get in trouble with the faculty. You've got enough problems in life.
"Alright, well, I better get to my next class", you quickly try to wrap up this unbearable minefield of a conversation. "I'll catch you later, green-bean"
"Later, Anon", Manic bids farewell before turning away from you.

You stagger down the halls once more, free from the grasp of the succubus haunting this school, as well as the retribution from her overly possessive boyfriend. All you had to do was evade Knuckles for the rest of the day.

Unbeknownst to you, Manic headed to the sewing clubroom after you had made your exit.
He opens the door, and Mindy, finally fully dressed, is just getting ready to leave. She spots her boyfriend and looks in his general direction.

"So. How big was he?", Manic asks.
"A bit bigger than you, but yours looks bigger in proportion to your body", Mindy responds. "Also, his has a weird curve to the left."
Manic smirks, now confident in his endowment.
END