Hello everyone! Glad to see you all enjoying the story. Fair warning the Moon Sailors could be considered offensive? Maybe? Not too sure but just in case throwing that out there. Personally I can't stop laughing every time I even imagine that shenanigans. So just don't take it seriously. It is not meant to be in the first place. In case you missed it or forgot what the Moons Sailors are it is a show that Vesper watches. She mentioned it a few times but did not go into too much detail until now!

Danger ahead there be dildo beatings and not the happy, happy fun kind.

This chapter is a catch up one since a fair amount of things happened between Arc 2 and 3. Well, hope you enjoy! Tell me what you think.

Vespidian Arc 3 Mecha Fairy And The Scrubs,

Chapter 1 Think Happy Thoughts!

The Moon Sailors were the guardians of love, friendship, and peace. By day simple men from all walks of life, who enjoyed nothing more than hanging out, racing fast cars, watching action flicks and arm wrestling while counting their stacks of cash. But by moonlight they transformed with the power of love to fight the terrible fiends known collectively as the Skankubus, who hailed from the stars and wished to bring lust and corruption to the unsuspecting world. Their greatest weapon lay with their unyielding love for one another and their undying determination to not lose their bro time to the machinations of the Slores and Bimbos. The Skankubus drained the wallets of their prey and sucked the very soul from the hapless reducing them to shells of their former selves, leaving them as the dreaded pussy whipped. A fate far worse than death, to lose all bro time and gradually their place among their former friends, a slave to the pussy.

Admiral Moon led the fight with his hulking man muscles, captain hat, and rigid white speedo. He beat back the hordes of Skankubus with the power of his heart and love magic. Captain Mercury specialized in water magic and used it to reason with the slores and bimbos, needless to say, that was useless. He was the brains behind the brawn and strategized for every occasion. Captain Venus used his powers of seduction to lull the enemy into traps and false senses of security. He was the pretty boy and often times used as bait. Captain Terra used his magical powers of Earth to erect barriers capable of warding off period induced rage attacks. Captain Mars burned them with his Fire Magic, harsh insults, and slanderous rumors, utterly destroying their reputations on social media. Captain Jupiter was the rough and angry one who used his mastery of electricity to reduce his foes to a quivering mess of girl juice. Captain Saturn was the homemaker and cooked for all the other Moon Sailors. Thanks to his meticulous work everything went smoothly. He could couple with any of the others to increase their power. Rear Admiral Uranus used his reckless man muscles to dominate anything that moved. His immense prowess slew pussy and ass on a daily basis, but he never got attached nor called them back the next day. Captain Neptune used his powers of mind to confuse and placate the Bimbos with things such as the theory of economics and fancy cars. Bitches don't know economics.

The Moon Sailors were not alone in their defense against the insatiable snatches. Magical Girl Loli-chan, a mysterious girl who often aided them when they hit a dire pinch. Appearing from thin air almost as though she had been stalking them. Sometimes the only thing capable of beating off a ravening cunt was a raging twat. Fueled by the power of her unquenchable love for reverse harems she took on all comers and asserted dominance over any Skankubus who tried to sully her hunky men. They were not attracted to her in the least, though, since they were all raging homos for one another. She was small and had no tits or ass. She chased them constantly and on many occasions had to be subdued with the power of love.

The leader of the Skankubus, Evil Queen Bambi was a voracious space stripper who lusted after the brawny men of earth. She infected women with her Bimbo virus that made their bodies turn curvaceous and lewd. She preyed upon the broken hearted and neglected women. The only way to reverse the effects was to fill them with enough love to offset the holes in their hearts. Her minions seduced men and brought them back to be enslaved by Bambi. It was up to the Moon Sailors to stop them. Little did they know that Bambi was only the pawn of someone even more vile.

The Evil Queen Bambi had been thwarted once more and the world was at peace for the first time in as long as they could remember but a new and insidious threat loomed on the horizon. It was me, of course, and I was ready to strike.

“Who are you?” shouted Admiral Moon as I flew in through his open window. His toned muscles glistened still moist from the shower.

“I am Vespidian! Evil Empress of the stars and I have come, Moon Sailors, I have come for your hunky men.”

“Evil Queen Bambi sent you?”

“Bambi is nothing more than my little Slore. She regularly receives my eggs, it seems to be all she is good for these days.” I replied stepping towards him in a predatory fashion.

“You fiend! So it was you behind all the evil skanks and bimbos running loose!” He shouted back. “Moon Sailors unite!”

Suddenly poppy Barbie girl music started playing and sparkles sprayed everywhere. The amount of gay in the room exploded and I had to look away or be blinded by the exposed flesh. Not the worst thing to be blinded by and some might even consider it a well worth sacrifice. I had bigger fish to fry, though. It faded and he wore tight white shorts and a sailor coat that stayed on despite not actually being worn. He stood there with his bulging muscles that could crush a walnut. It would be enough to seduce any woman, but not me. No, I needed more than this to satisfy my unquenchable desire.

“Love, love beamooo!” Shouted Admiral Moon forming a heart with his hands over his groin and thrusting. A beam of pink light shot out and I smacked it down like a fly. His face twisted in horror and he backed away. “Monster!”

The door clattered and more hunky men burst onto the scene. It was the whole team. That is more like it. Come at me big boys, I need a real man. I will gobble them all up, suck out their love and I will pound the gay right out of them. They will be my personal slaves! Who to let plunder my oyster I wonder. Ah, fuck it. I want them all at the same time! You better not shout, you better not cry, bite that pillow boys, I am coming in dry!

The red speedo, tiny red-coated one was Captain Mars. He glowed for a moment and a wave of fire flew at me. “Look at that bug whore. You could not get a date if you were the last female on earth.”

I blew and the fire went out. “Nice burn. Your ass is going to feel it when I mount you.” My grin spread wide. I knew all their weaknesses. He talked a lot, but he was just a little bitch when confronted.

The blue one was Captain Mercury. Water gushed out towards me and I opened wide swallowing it. “A little salty.”

The brown one was Captain Terra and he erected a wall between us. “Don't worry, I have us. Her menstrual rage won't get through.”

My wasp abdomen slammed into the wall, punching a hole in it. All his efforts crumbled like broken dreams and he was crying as I licked my lips. “If I was on the rag I would have already rocked your worlds.”

“Quickly men ward her off with our man muscles!” Ordered Admiral Moon.

They flexed, a line of glistening man flesh. It was enjoyable, to say the least. That is right, show me more! Slaves, your Empress commands it. Then the window exploded ruining my show and there stood the Magical Girl Loli-chan. We meet again, foolish girl! Do you really think love can conquer lust? I have been expecting you, you little stalker. I will turn you into a Skankubus right in front of these precious men of yours.

“Magical Girl Loli-chan here to....” She shouted, but then I kissed her to shut her loud mouth up. She fought at first, but my tongue was already stabbing into her soul filling her with my corruption and from this, there was no escape. Soon she was trying to eat my face off. That is right, you are mine now. Your lust for men was your biggest weakness and now I will turn it to love for me. Her breasts burst out and she grew into an evil skanky bitch.

“Loli-chan no!” Cried the men.

Yes! Yes, nothing can stop me now! You are mine now. I can't wait for the rigorous mating....

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I groggily stirred from my bed and flopped out. I was popping a lady boner, not the normal kind mind you. The, I will lay eggs kind. Gross, get back in there you! Damn it, Sub what the hell was that! That is the last time we binge watch Moon Sailors. You are cut off.

'That was all you. Good show, though.' Whispered Sub in my head.

“The hell it was. Loli-chan was all you.”

'Bullshit. Hunky men was me, she was all yours. You kissed her. And you were pounding Bambi, you gay? You trying to tell me something? Just kidding, I know we would pounce anything that moved at this point.' She cackled fading away.

Fuck you Sub. I would not. I have no interest in women other than how sexy or adorable they can look in clothes. This door swings one way, right into sexy men, hell I stub their toes. Although Sub would be the only real exception. I enjoy our little alone time.

I gazed at Neon Nurse who was scrubbing herself clean in the shower beside my bed... Did I do something I would soon be regretting last night? I peaked again, but my hopes were dashed by her spongy plastic skin. If I had to describe it, it would be a high-quality sex toy, kinda like the one I got in that box over there. She has a port down there too, just for my... Damn it, stop thinking about that! She noticed my stare and bent over to give me a better look. Stop trying to be sexy you god damned mannequin! I don't want to inseminate you.

You could say my life reverted back to being in my basement lair. It was almost the same as before I even mutated. Granted, now I was on display for the varied scientists and doctors who wanted to study me. Oh boy, there were a lot of them, they were like fat kids in a cupcake factory. Even Dr. Arbor... yeah, fuck that bitch. Gave her the stinger every time she came at me with wild eyes and full blown rape face, which was every time she saw me. She would just look over, lock eyes on me like a puma and start stalking me. All these crazy whack job scientists and doctors are driving me a little bonkers. I don't know where the hell they came from, but there is like a full lab staff of at the least fifty now. They are rude too. I mean it is common courtesy to give a reach around before you start probing right? I ended up resisting a few times, but a little, well enough to bring down a bull rhino, sleepy time juice made that a lost war. I endure these 'examinations' four days a week with intervals of check-ups in between. That so called deal we had went right out the window in the first week. Although to be fair, Dr. Arbor and Neon Nurse got overridden and lost control of my experiments so now I am at the mercy of people, whom I have no idea as to what their purpose is.

That is right, I was still in quarantine and had been for a little more than two months. I made a list of demands for my cooperation and they were met way too vigorously, I should have asked for more is all that I could think. However, what I did get was fiber optic internet that was so fast I never lagged even while streaming five videos at the same time and downloading obscene amounts of porn. Yes, I know I might be addicted. My computer quite literally was a super computer and kicked my old one's ass so hard Rocky would be jealous. Neon Nurse helped me out with it, set the whole thing up security programs and such so that everything was encrypted. No idea who would hack my computer, I mean nothing, but games and porn on there. She also installed a program that gave her live feed to what I was doing. If I did not know any better my stalker sense would be going off, but at this point, she was like a leech that is out of reach and there is no point in trying to rip her off.

I have free Netflix and they bought me all sorts of games including the Shattered Realms, Online. A Queen sized bed, more silk blankets, and pillows than I know what to do with, so I made a nest and find it rather amusing to just stare out of it when they come to look at me. A shag carpet... Yeah, don't ask about that. I enjoy my little binges where I roll around on the floor on it. So soft and fluffy! Makes me wonder what baby seal or a chinchilla feels like. I should have demanded pets! They find it fascinating and I do it just to fuck with them. They are interested in my various habits and behavior, I don't get what is so interesting and it scares me a little how into it they are. They recorded my daily schedule and try to predict what I will do. It is like I am a celebrity or something and they are my adoring... rapy fans. Sometimes I start bouncing off the walls just to see how they will react.

On the far side of my room, they installed a full gym. To keep myself sane from the cabin fever that would have set in I vigorously work out to disco music on a daily basis to burn off all the excess energy. Molotov influenced me a bit. The stuff is catchy and great to move to. I continued the routine that she gave me, I even expanded upon it. One hundred squats, each arm lifts, two hundred pounds and does fifty reps, a hundred pull ups, one hundred push ups all while weighed down. Sometimes I run in circles around the room. I even developed an exercise for the abdomen. It gets stretched out, then I force it to lift weights. I revolve between weights, lifting myself up by folding the appendage and pelvic thrusts. I do this when I first wake up and when I go to bed. The result is that my limbs are constantly throbbing and my carapace is bulging, still very compact, but I am rather pleased with the nonanorexic stomach look. It just looks like mild starvation now. I essentially have an hourglass figure. In other words, I am a sexy bitch, well as sexy as this gets. As one would imagine it gets pretty humid in my room since it is air tight, Neon Nurse has to vent it after every workout and shower.

My hobby of making cute clothes has exploded. At first, I was knitting until Neon Nurse asked if I wanted more stuff. I requested a whole sewing machine and extensive amounts of fabric, thread, and needles. Four hands makes things a lot easier. I could feed the fabric through the machine and fine thread at the same time. The result was an assembly line of adorable dresses with no one to wear them. I certainly could not. Against my better judgment, I ended up making dresses and things for Neon Nurse, I took her measurements and the like. It took about four hours to make a dress, I had to be very careful not to rip the clothes with my strength. I considered selling them and having my own sweat shop with the only child laborer being me, but then this would be work and that would make me hate it. It was enjoyable to see her running around showing off the princess dress I made. Unfortunately, she took it as a sign of affection and her amorous pursuit of me has increased ten fold.

I also ended up with a box, well more of a chest filled with sex toys, it was among my demands. There is Black Thunder and the White Giant among many others. What?! I have needs you know. I don't know what sort of hormones I got coursing through my veins. They tested it, but there was nothing really to compare it to. It is estrogen, testosterone and a mixture of shit I haven't even heard about before, all on steroids. Being locked in here smelling my own pheromones all the time has me randier than a teenager who just found out what his willy is for. It is a miracle I am not humping the glass. The only thing keeping me from falling into an animalistic mating rut would be Sub and the kinky shit we do in our head.

I need to do something before I rape somebody and I refuse to play into Neon Nurse's hands. I can still hear the snap of her gloves from last time she wanted to get... Thorough. They had to sedate me and I have the distinct feeling that they got extremely personal. Honestly, I am more scared of me being explored by her than much else these days. She is always watching me so even with the so called privacy screen that was installed I can feel her eyes ardently fixed on me when I take care of my personal problems. You would be surprised what four hands, an abdomen that bends enough to make a yoga teacher jealous and a two-foot prehensile tongue can do. I get the feeling that she is recording everything, scratch that I know she is. There is no way she is not and I know she is sharing it with Dr. Arbor.

I suppose my situation would be akin to being in prison and I, unfortunately, was Neon Nurse's bitch. Alright, maybe not her bitch that is a little extreme. I just see that look in her eyes and I know things are about to get rough. She has attempted eight times in the last week to take me by surprise. For a cyborg she is fucking sneaky, luckily I have enhanced hearing and could feel the air vibrations with the microscopic hairs all over my carapace, I have the reaction time of a cockroach. Without it, I would be getting probed more than usual. Robo Snakes in hand, she will creep in while I am either sleeping, watching movies or playing games... One time I was furiously servicing myself and I snapped on her.

It took three syringe fulls of sedative to bring me down before I could rip her to pieces. I got an arm and a leg, though. Now she looks at me even more fervently. I think I became the Alpha in the relationship, but that might not be a good thing. She is a hardcore sadomasochist so it does not matter what happens, she gets off on it. I guess I am giving her a bad rap. I mean she is my only real friend in here and her attacks break the monotony of my incarceration. At some point or another, it turned into a game and I would be lying if I said I did not enjoy it. The attention is nice and of course talking to somebody is nice too. I just wish those weirdo scientists would get the hell out of here. Those bastards literally talk down to me like I am some beast. Neon Nurse is more or less my only ray of hope in this insanity.

My mental health was, well, I won't sugar coat it. They think that I am crazy. Us, well, we are in a wonderland of sunshine, flowers, and rainbows... Yeah, I won't lie it is mostly just darkness. A wasteland of broken dreams, despair, dildos and tentacles, you know the usual stuff. The inner mind is great, though, it is my own little world. Other than having multiple personalities I have some other problems, Sub is apparently a personality according to that quack Dreamer. I might have schizophrenia, it would explain my paranoia and aggressive resistance to those who want to do me harm, imagined and real. At the least that is what Dreamer said. She seems to think I am imagining enemies who want to fuck me over, but I know better. I can't trust her. This would be why I am still in here even after all the preliminary tests have shown no contagions or other things like radioactivity. They are not complaining about me being held since I am their lab rat with close to zero human rights.

Dreamer was almost foaming at the mouth to get her hands elbow deep in my brain. Needless to say, that was a no go. It was one of the few things I had a say in. They said if I got help, they would let me out. She keeps saying that she just wants to be my friend, but I know better. She is some freaky dinky shrink that wants to fuck my brain. If even a quarter of what Sub is spewing about her is true, she literally my worst nightmare. She wants to turn everything into fluffy bunnies, rainbows, and cotton candy clouds. I get the feeling that type of shit would change me down to a profound level and there would be no recovery. I don't wanna be some airheaded bimbo, who has cotton candy for brains!

The bitch wants to haul me off to the funny farm! I see the way she looks at me. I don't know what it is, but I get some seriously bad vibes from her. The type that makes my exoskeleton feel like I am covered in ants. Shit, she makes Dr. Arbor look positively sane. What I wanna know is why they think I am crazy for not letting somebody in my head, who has the power to literally reshape my thoughts. That is scary as fuck. I will stay right here in this cell if the alternative is to let her in to destroy my mind. I mean, hell she uses her power to interrogate criminals. That should be some kind of human rights violation. I am starting to think she is actually scarier than Molotov. Mind powers are serious business. If I was a little more paranoid I would be in the corner wearing a tin foil hat thinking she is trying to drive me insane. Oh wait, I already do that.

Me and Sub have a more intimate relationship now, in fact, I am not entirely sure what sort of relationship it would be called. It is a little weird, but she is like the big perverted sister I never had, well maybe not sister... Not after the things we have done. At first, it was scary having somebody else in my head. Then I realized she was just another me, albeit super raw, loud, angry, horny, basically me on the rag all the time, but I know that she has my back. Now we talk all the time. It is pretty nice having a friend in my head that I can tell anything and everything to. Who won't stab me in the back or gossip with others. We play cards and stuff when I get bored. We chat about who would be the best lay, Boris is clearly at the top of that and then there is our girl crush on Ichigo, we would love to do terrible things to her that would induce nightmares for the sane. Honestly, it is comforting to never truly be alone. If this makes me, us bat shit crazy, well, I guess we are and I am fine with that. The wild tentacle orgies are certainly a plus. I honestly can't imagine life without Sub anymore.

Dad learned about my condition, or rather that I am being held at the Hero League and started visiting twice a week. He comes in every Saturday and Wednesday since he has those off, these are my no research days as well. I had to fight those scientists to get it arranged. Like literally I broke a few arms before they would let it happen. It is so fun to talk with him. He really does believe that I am Vesper, his daughter, sometimes even I doubt it, though. My mind is not exactly stable and there is a lot of things missing, memories mostly. I considered telling him about Sub, but there was a distinct feeling that he would think we were crazy. I at the least, want my Dad to think I am not completely down the rabbit hole yet. We talk about baseball a lot and always smile. He seems to think I can still get on a team or something. The likelihood of that is bleak unless I am like the mascot or something, but I think that would just scare everybody. If they ever made a Super team I might try and join, but I get the feeling I would get wrecked by these guys. I am a little low on the totem pole in power here.

He also started digging into my sex life. I told him about Boris and he fell over crying. I don't blame him, in fact, I joined him and we had a nice little moment together. Then he was informed about my lesbian nurse and he just started laughing and saying 'I knew it.' We laughed for a long while as I told him tales of my incarceration, only the good stuff, though. I kept all the fucked up shit under lock and key. I did not want him to worry more than he already did. I love my dad. It really hurts when he has that sad, remorseful look in his eye. He still thinks this is all his fault, no matter what I say. I usually just smile and hug him to reassure him. We usually cry when that happens. I told him about my plans to be a hero and join Fire Chief's team. He was very happy about that, as was I.

Mom came in once... She was still not ready. It might have been the single most mortifying moment in my entire life. I was barraged by dildos and beaten with Black Thunder, sixteen inches of hard fury. I just kinda curled up in the corner and cried while they dragged her away. I still don't know why she was digging around in my chest of treasures or even what set her off for that matter. She wants to kill me, I know she does, she was yelling and screaming it the whole time. She wants her little girl back, but that is not possible. Sub tried to cheer me up. She started going off about how Mom fulfilled some fantasy of ours to be slapped in the face with dicks from all sides... But I was not feeling it. I mean she tried to kill me with plastic penises. She did not do any damage physically, but I just felt humiliated, sad, heartbroken and disturbed. I am ninety percent sure that there is a video of the whole thing somewhere and Neon Nurse has it. I think I need therapy for this shit, like a lot of it.

My Shattered Realms account was set on fire when I logged in for the first time in four and a half months. That was how many messages I had. About half of it was creepy love confessions and others professing their utter devotion. You see, when you log out, your character stays wherever you left it in the game. This means you can be robbed, raped, enslaved and many other bad things while you are gone. That would be part of why I love this game so much. It was the best Virtual Reality game ever. The whole game was literally sandbox and you could do whatever you wanted. The storyline was amazing too. I had logged out right next to Lady Luna, I really liked her sanctuary. I mean it was a giant temple with moon hieroglyphs everywhere and statues of sensual devils lining the walls. Luna was typically in the garden simply gazing at her moons. She was the Moon Goddess after all. It was a generally exclusive place to be, you had to solve the riddle and do a quest line just to get into the inner sanctum where I was.

While I was gone a rumor had spread on the forum, some stupid sleeping beauty crap. I was half expecting to be stripped naked and have a slave collar around my neck, in a brothel somewhere. So imagine my surprise when I wake up on a shrine altar and there was an army of characters worshiping me like some idol or something. What am I a golden ram? It seems the top three alliances became one and now they are called the Black Rose. Anyway, I am their goddess apparently. Speaking of Goddesses everyone thought that I, the person who owned the account was dead or something so the company Shattered Dreams decided to immortalize me. They made a Goddess of Death and Despair, named her Sintress and made my character un interactable in the game. That is right, they turned me into a statue, an invulnerable one. After I logged back in though my character was restored.

You can imagine the screams of joy when I sat up, well more of terror. I had something of a reputation in here. I was a loose cannon, I killed people for no reason and I stole shit from just bout everybody. I also ran people through Dungeons for money and if they decided to skimp I killed them and took all their gear. Why people would idolize me, I have no idea. Some asshole had stolen all my shit so I was pissed, do you realize how hard it was to get a legendary weapon? There is only one of each in the game. Did not matter that I had no items my stats were so screwy from all the blessing and stuff I had from the God Quests, I tortured these guys until I found out who took my stuff. It was the guild leader and he was holding onto it for me, that was bullshit if I ever saw it. I had been robbed.

So I set out on a murderous rampage that lasted a week while I hunted his ass down. It felt so good to funnel all my rage and frustration into the game. The end result was that I am now the alliance leader and they grovel at my feet. I might be on an ego trip in the game. Unfortunately, the old head was a damned masochist so he loved me beating him. The pain threshold in the game is only fifty percent what it is in real life, though. Seeing someone so pathetic brings out the sadist in me. He is my chair now and I whip him vigorously daily, helps relieve a lot of the stress of real life. It is part of my schedule, five twenty pm. The game really did change while I was gone. Somebody killed Luna so she is not there anymore. The Gods do not respawn if they die. I will have to hunt the guys that killed Luna down and murder them, it might be possible to resurrect her. At the moment there are only two Gods alive, Sintress, Goddess of Death and Linaeve, Goddess of Life. Interestingly, since I had blessings from all the gods before I blanked out I still have them even after their deaths. Everyone else lost them. Essentially, I am overpowered as fuck. There is something of a holy war going on between them. Naturally, I am on my name sake's side, but I have a few things I want from Linaeve before she kicks the bucket. I am sort of plotting to kill all the gods and become the new goddess in the game. I will make them all bow before me!

Luna's sanctuary is now my headquarters and I sit in there on my throne of thorns, petting my Nekomar slaves like a super villain. So soft and cuddly, I love cat girls. Animal girls are refreshing to the soul, I just want to strangle them with love. I have to be careful about that though already snapped a few backs while hugging them. Nothing a little healing magic won't fix. I collect the NPC's as pets, slap a slave collar on their necks, give them slutty outfits and just sit there watching them dance. I have at the least, one of every species. There are even a couple of players who sold themselves into slavery just to be my dogs. I treat them worse than trash, but they like that. My favorites, though are the fairies and pixies. I have them on gold strings when I take them out of the garden so they can't run away, but they love my garden too much to leave. I made a tomb for Luna in the garden, I do not know where her body went, though. Honestly, even I think I have no life, but then again, what else would I do? I have been locked in a containment chamber for two months, only leaving to be experimented on. I can't even just go out and have a walk. There is only so much anime I can binge watch. I might be going off the deep end.

I hope that I get released soon. I want to do something, go outside. If I had known it was going to be like this I would have went with Molotov. Me and Boris would be living out in a cabin in the woods making sweet, sweet love. I also get the feeling there would be some kinky shit going down, he looked like the kinda guy who was down for just about anything. Well, what is done is done and word on the grapevine is Neon Nurse is negotiating to see if I can be released. It is shocking she would give up her personal research subject. One would think I am rich from all the experiments and the payouts from her. Unfortunately, she was not the one organizing the tests so it was not her jurisdiction. She was tossing money at me every now and then, but it was never all that much. Besides, what the hell am I going to spend it on? I am trapped in here. I can't even order shit off the internet. I tried before and they confiscated it. The only upside is that she has been rather vocal of my release. Granted, she is getting cock blocked by Dreamer every step of the way. This is already her tenth appeal. I suppose only time would tell. Maybe I should start a diary or something?

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