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"This pizza sucks."

"Tell me something I don't know."

"Well I went to your mothers house last night but left when I saw how long the line was."

"I've heard that one before Ryan."

You don't even know why you hang out with Ryan. His jokes are formulaic, his clothing is usually one of two graphic tees with ratted out jeans, and he's always trying to get you to smoke with him in the bathroom. You don't even smoke. Or drink. Or partake in the devil's lettuce. Guess that makes you a prude.

It was your designated lunch time and were both were hanging out by the large main stairway for the massive high school you're both prisoners in. Only 3 floors. Probably over a hundred classrooms. Several thousand students, yet Ryan was one of the few friends you had and the only one you shared lunch time with.

"Have a college lined up Mr. AP Calculus man?"

"No, do you have one lined up Mr. Failing geometry for the second time man?"

Ryan always liked to bug you about taking AP courses. Called you a nerd at least twice a day. Usually more.

"Now why would I need a college when my dad has a booming furniture restoration company ready to take me in?"

"You don't exactly strike me as the woodworking type Ryan."

"You can join it too if you want. You'll start as an apprentice, or maybe a slave, but my dad'll pay you enough to live off a steady diet of wet dog food."

"Real enticing Ryan, real enticing."

Ryan continues to stare disapprovingly at his government supplied pizza square and you stare down the stairs, bored out of your mind.

"Hey Johns, you hear that?"

A jingling of keys could be heard coming from the first floor.

Jingle-jangle-jingle-jangle

"Hey Johns, I bet you that's trash rat."

"Why do you call her that? She's not even a rat. And why the hell do you memorize all their nicknames anyway?"

"You should be friends with your local maintenance personnel Johns, so they let you get away with stuff when they catch you doing it. And to answer your question she's rat like enough for me to not care."

"That probably offends anthros you know, not even calling them their actual species."

"Well I don't worry about offending her, she's got thick skin, like a rat."

The "trash rat", as Ryan so eloquently put it, emerges from a hallway below you and moves towards the stairwell. She was clearly a possum, her body a mixture of brown, gray, and cream-colored fur with a long off-white face. Her fur was matted in places and some of her whiskers bent at odd angles, you doubt she looks at herself in the morning. Eyes were all black, not gonna lie they kind of creeped you out, having no pupils and all. She wore stained gray coveralls with a black t shirt underneath, the logo of some band just barely visible above the top of her partially unzipped chest. Her body was plainly unfit, shaped more like a pear than an hourglass. A rough hole in her coveralls was cut for the dull pink tail that trailed behind her, the school was way too cheap to buy specific clothing for tailed staff. She was probably somewhere in her twenties. On her face was the same disinterested expression the dozen janitors that worked at the school all seemed to share.

Ryan shouted from the top of the stairs

"Hey trash rat! My greatest ally! Can I interest you in some greasy cardboard?"

Her pink nose moved to your direction as she spied the square pizza slice Ryan was waving in the air above the stairs.

She spoke in a hostile tone, "You better not drop that pizza before I get to it you asshole!"

"I don't know it's getting kind of heavy." He mimics the pizza suddenly weighing 20 pounds.

Despite Ryan's threat she didn't increase her casual pace up the stairs.

"Trash rat my arms are getting....real weak....so much cheese" You know he's pretty good at faking this.

The jingle jangle of her keys gets louder as she nears the top of the stairs.

"Can't...hold on...much longer." The pizza just gained another 20.

The possum still just casually strolls up to the two of you. Ryan immediately drops the act and presents it to her, holding two hands underneath it like a ring bearer at a wedding.

She snatches it out of his hands and sniffs it. You notice at least 2 bites already taken out of it. Fucking Ryan offering cold disgusting already eaten pizza to someone.

She sniffs it some more, then to your surprise, actually takes a nibble out of it. She chews it slowly before offering her blunt appraisal.

"This pizza's shit."

"That's what I've been trying to tell him!" He punches you in the arm.

She looks up from the pizza and to you, briefly eyeing you up and down.

"Who's this dude?"

"This is also my greatest ally, Johns." He wraps an arm around your shoulders and lets out a fake chuckle only a politician could match.

"Then why is there only one of him."

You step in. "It's my last name."

"Stupid last name" She states it dryly, like it's not even her opinion but a fact.

You aren't entirely sure how to respond to such a sudden and negative assessment of your name. Would a simple fuck you suffice? Maybe you should insult her own last name? You don't even know it, just her stupid nickname. Before you can think of an appropriate response she continues.

"I'm still not going to let you off the hook Ryan, this is garbage, not payment." She holds the limp piece of pizza at odd angles, marveling at how mushy the breading is.

"Oh come on, at least give me half of it back."

"No." She takes another nibble of the pizza.

"A quarter."

She remains silent.

He takes on a faux pleading tone. "Just one cig, please, my friend here already has the shakes from withdrawal, see?"

He takes your hand and puts it out in front of you, shaking it. It only takes a couple seconds for you to put it back at your side, lightly elbowing him in the ribs in the process.

She lets out a long sigh. "Oh alright, dipshit, but only because your friend here has to put up with you." She reaches into a pocket in her coveralls and retrieves a cigarette pack. As she opens it you can see it's practically full. She removes a single cig and hands it to you, you don't smoke but you take it anyway.

"Oh you're a real lifesaver trash rat, my very own personal Jesus Christ."

"Don't push it, and if you want the rest of these back and your record clear I expect something valuable in return, real valuable, like a bottle of jack or something."

"I have something in mind trash rat, I'll have it ready for you tomorrow."

"Riiiiiiiight." If she had visible pupils she would definitely be doing an eye roll right now.

"Well if you can't wait I could rent my friend out to you right now, he's a real cunning linguist!" You just stare at him in disbelief of his dumbassery.

"He's cute but I think I'd break him. I'll take the first offer." Another one of those dry factual statements.

"You got it trash rat, expect my full payment tomorrow, I may even include some interest." He rubs the top of your head. You dislike the implication.

She points a short claw at him for emphasis. "Tomorrow, or I'm telling the faculty then chain-smoking the whole pack just to spite you."

"You can count on it trash rat." He shoots her fingers guns.

"You better, bitch." She turns around and leaves, throwing the pizza in the nearest garbage can.

When she's a reasonable distance away to decide to question Ryan on what that whole strange conversation was about.

"Ryan, what the fuck was that?"

He puts his arm around your shoulders again. "Johny, my boy, let me tell you all about what happened a couple days ago. So I was simply minding my own business in a mens restroom stall when I had a nicotine related emergency. So I pulled the fresh pack I brought with me and lit up. When BAM! The door opens and trash rat is standing right there. Now naturally I thought I was going to get raped, so I scrambled under the stall to escape and in the process dropped my full pack on the floor. She retrieved it and is currently holding it as blackmail until I give her something to get the pack back. I would prefer to not have another black mark on my record if the teachers find out I'm the one that's been smoking in the restrooms."

"Caring about your record? That's unusually responsible of you. What are you going to tell me next? You care about attendance?"

"Johns, we're supposed to graduate at the end of this school year and I don't want to spend any longer in this shithole if they decide to hold me back because of some dumb bullshit."

"And Ryan didn't you literally just say something about making friends with the janitors specifically so stuff like that wouldn't happen?"

"Well, uhhhhh, heh, she doesn't like me very much due to some..."

He makes weird motions with his hands.

"...personal differences let's just say."

"You're the one that started the rumor that she had rabies, didn't you?"

He looks at you dumbfounded.

"Johns, please, tell no one. I don't want to go to that asshole counselor and get held back for insensitivity or something."

"Your secret is safe with me, dumbass." You hand him the cigarette trash rat gave you.

He wipes his brow. You hear the bell indicating that lunch time is over and the next period begins. That means AP English for you, how dreadfully boring.

"Well see ya Ryan, gotta get learnt about english errr somthin now."

"Ya see ya Johns, you're a real lifesaver man!"

You both turn and head to your respective classes.

Cutting Edge Tech

Another day, another round of mind-numbing classes. At least until that brief respite of lunch time. When you get to your usual hangout spot on the stairs you see Ryan isn't there, odd, maybe he's skipping today or something. 15 minutes before it's time to go back to classes he turns a corner and runs to you in a frenzy. His hair is disheveled and he's in a dead sprint. This can't be good.

"Johns! Johns! Oh thank god you're still here."

"What's up?"

He takes a few moments to breathe before answering.

"No time to explain, but you need to take this to trash rat."

He hands you a sizable folding knife. It's heavy and has a steel blade with handsome wooden grip panels. It looks nice, but you hesitate to call it fancy.

He gets on his knees as if in prayer.

"Please Johns, this is my payment to trash rat, you gotta do this for me man, PLEASE!"

"Keep your voice down, Christ, you know I could get expelled if I'm found with a weapon on me Ryan? And why the hell can't you do it yourself?!"

"No time to explain man, I gotta go." Rumbling comes from down the hall, he hastily gets up and looks behind him. You see several anthro jocks being led by a buff rhino turn the same corner he did and stare at him with hate filled eyes. They begin running. Ryan begins sprinting down the halls with renewed vigor. You put the knife in your pocket as casually as you possibly can as the jocks pass you.

What a clusterfuck. Where would you even find trash rat anyway? And why the hell are you still hanging out with Ryan!? Well it's too late to just ditch his request now, might as well offload it to trash rat as fast as possible and get in the clear. 10 minutes till lunch is over, fan-fucking-tastic. Okay, the janitors have a closet by some of the science labs, you think you've seen trash rat around there before, right? Then again, they have janitors' closets around the entire building. Oh hell, might as well just go there and hope for the best. You jog down to the science labs and have a look at the closet there.

Door closed, lights off, no one home. Great. 5 minutes until next period. You decide to at least wait around a few minutes to see if she happens to come by, not like you have much else to do. Suddenly you hear a sound coming from inside the room, wait is someone in there? You hear something being moved around, and some anthros have good night vision, right? Maybe they don't need the lights.

You open the door and search for a light switch. As soon as you turn it on a feral rat scurries past your feet and into the hall, so that's what the noise was. A rat, but not trash rat. You decide to move further into the closet just to be 100% sure no one was in here, and it seems that rat was in fact the only occupant aside from mops, buckets, and containers of solvents. Well shit. The knife weighs heavy in your pocket, then you get an idea, does this knife even work? Ryan never was the best at gift giving, and after that pizza you can't help but wonder if this knife is equally pathetic. You flick the nub on the blade and whoa, this thing is shiny. You can even see your reflection in it. You admire your handsome mug in the blade for a few seconds when you hear a noise behind you.

"What snot nosed punk is playing in my godda-"

You turn and see trash rat in the threshold of the room.

"Hey trash rat I was wondering when you would show up. Trash rat?"

She's completely frozen in place. Then she falls down into a heap by the door. Maybe your mug wasn't as handsome as you thought.

Oh god. Oh fuck. She's right in the doorway, when classes change over everyone'll see her! You rush over to her body and pull her by the coveralls into the closet then shut the door. This is just like in your video games, except not because if you actually just killed someone you're going to jail for life bucko. Trash Rat is still on the floor. Maybe you should, like, check if she's breathing right? You put a hand up to her nose. Yep there's steady breathing. Okay good, so she isn't dead, just passed out.

The bell rings, you're out of time. You realize you're still holding the blade in your hand. What the hell do you do with it? It's supposed to go to trash rat, right? You fold it then stick it into a pocket in her coveralls before moving to leave the room, giving a nervous "uhh sorry trash rat!" before you close the door.

You stand in front of the door you just closed. Oh Jesus, what if dies after you leave? What if she's already dead? What if you actually killed her with the knife and you're blocking out the memories? What if sh-NO! You need to focus. She just passed out for some reason. She'll be fine in a few minutes. Ya, that's what will happen. She probably won't even remember what occurred if you're lucky. She's probably just narcoleptic or something. Ya, just roll with it. You begin moving to your next class.

The rest of the day passes normally. No police escorting you out. No ambulances outside the building. No one calling you a cold-blooded possum murderer. Just a nice normal rest of your day. Ah, there's the best bell of the day, the last one. You gather your things and begin the trek to the bus lot. As much as you wish your parents would let you have a car they keep talking about getting you one for graduation, no point buying a beater when something better might be around the corner. You move into a less populated corner of the building by an exit, you're about to round a corner then CRACK! Stars, then darkness.

Going Over It

Your head hurts. Your forehead, to be exact. Feels like someone just whacked it with a wooden mop handle. You open your eyes to see trash rat standing a few feet in front of you. You look to your left and right, you're in the same janitor closet you left her in. You're sitting down in a chair, your arms are behind you and bound, your legs are tied to two of the chairs feet. You take a closer look at trash rat. She has her arms crossed and is looking right at you with angry dark eyes.

There are a few awkward seconds of you waiting for her to speak, yet she continues just to stare at you. You decide to break the silence.

"Trash rat this isn-"

"Shut up!" She interjects forcefully.

Okay, okay, this is her rodeo after all. If she doesn't want you to talk then you won't. Not like there's much you could do about it anyway. You wait several more seconds until she breaks the silence.

"So, Johns, how much were you paid to frame me?"

"I wasn't."

"So you do dirty work pro bono huh? How charitable of you."

"I wasn't trying to frame you."

There's a pause as she thinks over her next words.

"I find you HIDING in a janitor's closet, with a KNIFE pointed right at me, you scare me so bad I play dead, and the next thing I know I'm waking up with a mystery knife in my pocket. You're trying to frame me Johns. The cops are probably already at my apartment raiding my stash right now aren't they? How many crimes was the knife involved in Johns? One? Two? A dozen?" She moves forward as she speaks. By the time she's done she's right in your face. Her breath is frankly repulsive.

"Now trash rat it's not wh-"

"Stop calling me that!" She angrily shouts.

You stop. That clearly struck a nerve. Maybe she did find the name demeaning, I mean seriously she wasn't a rat. But what was her name?

"What should I call you?"

She pauses again, thinking over whether or not to tell you her actual name.

"You can call me Piper."

"Okay Piper, this isn't what it looks like, that knife is Ryan's payment to you for the cigs. He wanted me to give it to you."

She takes the knife out of her pocket and looks at it. She unfolds it, pauses, then puts the blade right onto your neck. It's sharp edge stings.

"Then why did you try to scare me so bad Johns? You get some kind of sick enjoyment out of it?! You sick fuck!" The blade is pushed harder into your neck.

You're desperately pleading now. "Come on trash r-PIPER! PIPER! Piper I didn't mean to scare you! Hell I didn't even know anthro possums actually played dead I thought it was just another nasty rumor!"

"Another rumor huh?! Just like the rabies? And the trash eating?"

She's pushing even harder on you neck, any more force and she'll break your skin.

"Y-ya Piper come on take the knife off my neck please god I don't want to die." You close your eyes in anticipation of a fatal cut.

She tilts her head and backs away slightly before taking the knife off your neck. Your frantic heartbeat slows down just a bit and you slowly raise your eyelids.

"So you weren't trying to frame me?"

"I was not."

"Or kill me."

"Nope."

"Or scare me."

You just shake your head. She looks at you pensively for several seconds before stomping off and leaving the room, leaving you alone but still bound to the chair. Great, now what is she doing? Getting some torture devices? Gathering some janitor friends to beat you? Is she just going to leave you here to starve to death? After an absence that seemed to stretch for far too long, she opens the door and speaks.

"The busses are long since gone, you have a car?"

"No."

She looks down at the ground, hand on her very long chin, pondering what to do with you.

"Well, I guess I can drive you to your house. Where is it? And I will be expecting gas money."

Great, now your possum interrogator wants to know where you live. Should you tell her? Should you try to get a friend to pick you up? Just give her a fake address? Is she going to kill you, throw you on the side of the road, then ransack your house? Will she do something even worse if you don't tell her?

"126 Ashton drive." Wow real brave Johns, you folded in what? Two seconds?

She gets her phone out and taps on its cracked screen, inputting your address.

"Okay, that's not too far from where I live. I guess I might as well untie you, I've never been much into bondage." She lets out a chuckle.

She gets the knife out and unfolds it, moving behind you to cut your arms free, but just before the blade touches the rope she puts her mouth right next to your ear.

"Listen here Johns, I still don't entirely believe you, and if you try any shit..."

She slowly moves the blade across the front of your throat. You gulp.

"Ya I get the idea Piper."

She puts a wicked smile on her face.

"Good boy."

She moves the knife back to the ropes and frees your limbs. You both move to the door but she stops in front of it and points the blade at you.

"Remember what I said Johns."

You rapidly shake your head in an affirmative. She folds the blade back in and opens the door, you follow her through the empty halls to the employee parking lot and her vehicle. It's an incredibly beat up 1992 Toyota minipickup with a moldy camper shell over the bed. Paint peels from every surface, and the doors and hood are both different colors from the body. Tires well past the point of needing to be replaced are adorned with rusted wheel caps. What a piece of junk.

She manually unlocks the driver side door, gets into the driver's seat, then reaches over to unlock the passenger side door for you. It creaks as you open it. You have a look inside. It's quickly apparent that the inside is not much better than the outside. The cup holders are filled to the brim with cigarette butts and ash. The upholstery is torn and covered in mystery stains. The seats are very well worn but at least they have fewer stains. The floormat is almost covered entirely in beer cans, she seems to be a fan of the cheap stuff. The interior stinks of tobacco and stale beer.

Piper starts the truck and puts it into reverse, prompting a brief grinding noise from the gearbox. She looks at her phone checking the route to your house and rapidly backs out of the space, stops violently, then puts it into drive and exits the parking lot. You sit silently as she moves from street to street, partly out of fear and partly because you have no idea what to even say to her. So she knocked you out, dragged you to a janitor's closet, tied you up, claimed you framed her, and is now driving you to your own house? Why? Does she actually believe it was all a misunderstanding? Does she feel sorry for you? She never apologized for anything. Maybe she is still trying to kill you. Her voice interrupts your disturbing thoughts.

"So Johns, why do you hang out with that Ryan cunt?"

"I've known him since middle school, he can be an asshole sometimes, but I can put up with it."

"Well give him these the next time you see him."

She hands you the cigarette pack from yesterday. You stuff it into a pocket.

"So you accept his payment?"

"A nice knife is a nice knife Johns. Not quite what I expected him to give me but it'll do."

"I'm sure he'll be happy to hear that."

"He better, if he isn't then I may have put my payment to use, hehe." Her laugh sounded more menacing than you would have liked.

"Hey Piper, is smoke supposed to be coming out of the hood like that?"

"What the h-OH GODDAMNIT SON OF A BITCH FUCKING COOLANT LINE PIECE OF SHIT."

She continues shouting expletives for at least 10 seconds before pulling the truck to the side of the road. She jumps out of her seat and walks over to the hood to inspect the engine. You can't see what she's doing since it's raised in front of you, but you can easily hear every curse you know of, and a few you didn't, being thrown at that engine block. Eventually she stops the torrent of profanity and returns to the drivers seat.

"Sorry Johns but we're stopping by my apartment so I can patch up this rust bucket."

"Um, okay." You nervously mutter.

This is totally not good. She's so gonna kill you when you get there. Maybe dissolve you in acid. Or chop you up into tiny bits. And it's not like there's much you can do about it since she's armed and you aren't. There's some irony in the fact that you probably gave her your own murder weapon. You just hope it's quick.

She starts the car back up and you now notice just how many red and yellow lights are on the display cluster. God this thing truly is falling apart. She drives into some parts of town you rarely venture into. All the typical signs of urban decay begin to manifest themselves outside the window. Sidewalks cracked like spider webs, rundown buildings, graffiti on every flat surface, and lots of small liquor stores and strip joints. Eventually she pulls into the small parking lot of a red brick apartment complex. Only two floors and it looks like every other window is cracked. She gets out of the truck and makes a motion for you to follow her, you comply. Why are you following the zodiac possum into her apartment again Johns?

She gets out her massive key ring and soon finds the key to unlock her apartment. She turns the lock and opens the door. The first thing that hits you is the smell. It's a lot of things. Weed, tobacco, body odor, alcohol. But mostly tobacco. Then you look inside. The door opens into a small living room with a ratty couch and an old TV set up on a wooden stand. Attached to the living room is a small kitchen, and beyond that is a short hallway that you can only assume leads to a bedroom and bathroom.

You follow her inside. As she passes the couch she tells you to take a seat, then proceeds down the hallway. You sit down on the couch and hear its springs creak as they take your weight. In front of the couch is a small coffee table filled with opened chip bags, beer bottles, soda cans, and unsurprisingly, cigarette butts and ash trays. The floor is a deep blue carpet, clearly stained and torn despite the dark color's best attempts at hiding such damage. The TV in front of you is turned to a local news station. That's probably where your face will be showing up in a day or two come to think of it. You hear Piper rummaging around in the other room, clearly messing around in a toolbox. What's the murder weapon gonna be? Hammer? Screwdriver? Crowbar? Pliers?

She emerges from the room carrying the toolbox and what you assume are car parts.

"I'm gonna go fix the truck, you stay here and chill. There's beer in the fridge."

She exits the apartment and now you're all alone. Okay, one exit to the apartment. One window next to the door. And she's probably watching both of them. Maybe just make a run for it anyway? Should you try to fight her? Hell, maybe you're vastly overcomplicating the situation and she really is just trying to help you out after the misunderstanding. She'll fix the truck then take you home, nice and simple. Maybe you can even become friends after this. But you are kind of an asshole for leaving her in the janitor's closet after she played dead. But how were you supposed to know anthro possums even did that? It's unreasonable to expect everyone to know everyone else's biological quirks. I mean really how many species of anthros are there? Like a thousand? You're pretty sure you saw a unicorn anthro once. Or maybe it was just a rhino anthro that looked like a unicorn. But you're pretty sure she had fur...

Your mind continues nervously rambling for at least 15 minutes, yet to you it only feels like 2.

Piper opens the door startling you, you thought you would have more than a couple minutes to think before she finished the repairs. She walks over to the fridge and retrieves two beers, then walks over to the couch and plops down. She opens her beer using the edge of the coffee table and hands the other to you. You take it.

"So Piper, uhh, are the repairs done?"

"Yep."

A tense silence follows.

"Are we leaving soon?"

"Nope, trucks gotta cool down, I'm not risking damaging it with it so hot."

She lets out a huge yawn, you now see her many pointy yellow teeth. More possible murder weapons.

"Why aren't you drinking Johns?"

Quick, think of an excuse!

"I uhhh don't like beer."

"Bullshit, this is the fancy German stuff, just for my special guest."

She takes your unopened bottle and pops the cap off on the coffee table. She hands it back to you and you hesitantly take it. She stares at you, clearly expecting you to drink it. What if it's poisoned? Or drugged? Or what if- oh fuck it just drink it Johns.

You take a large swig of the beer. Tastes like piss.

"MMMM it's delicious!"

"It better be, I paid a pretty penny for this stuff."

She downs the rest of her beer in one long gulp and goes to the fridge to retrieve a handful of dark brown bottles, placing them on the coffee table. She places her right arm across your shoulders and belches. Oh god, this is it, she's right next to you and now you couldn't run away even if you tried. Her arm feels pretty heavy, must be well muscled from holding down murder victims just like you. She slowly turns her head to face yours, she has a grin on her face. Fuck, this is probably the part where she says a one liner before strangling you. Murderers do one liners, right? Your heart is practically beating out of your chest.

"So Johns, you know I was just joking about killing you in the janitors closet right?"

"...You were?"

She slaps your shoulder and has a laughing fit.

"HAHAHA oh my god you thought I was serious?! Really Johns? I was just trying to scare you dude. Just having a little fun."

Tying someone up and threatening to kill them sounds like a little more serious than fun, but if she was serious about killing you then she would have done it by now right?

You let out a nervous laugh.

"haha, oh man Piper you sure got me. You had me fooled."

"Well then drink up, it'll calm your nerves down big boy."

You take another swig of your beer. This possum cannot be serious. The two of you sit silently for a few minutes watching some boring public cable program before she turns to face you again.

"So Johns, have a cute girlfriend back at school?" She's already onto her third beer.

"uh nope."

"Oh come on, a cute little humie like you, all alone in that big school, I don't believe it. Hell even that loser Ryan has a girlfriend Johns."

You finish your first beer. Ryan? Actually getting someone of the fairer sex to like him? No way. This piqued your curiosity.

"Who's his girlfriend?"

"Heard about it in the halls just before I hit you upside the head with my mop. He hooked up with her earlier today, some raccoon slut. But the problem was she was already fucking the captain of the football team!"

She has another one of her laughing fits, yellowed teeth gleaming in the light coming in from the window. Well that explains a few things about earlier today. Fucking Ryan.

"So what do you do for fun Johns?"

"Oh just you know, read, study, watch netflix, browse the web, that kind of stuff." You have a very boring life Johns.

"Browse the web huh? Ever heard of furredchan?"

That's that the hacker group that made that van explode isn't it? Is she some kind of terrorist? Or hacker? Your nerves are getting frayed again, but that first beer did seem to chill you out, you take another beer off the coffee table and crack it open.

"Can't say that I have piper."

She puts her right arm around your shoulders again.

"Oh I think you'd like it there, not many humans browse it, which would make you a rare commodity, hehe."

"I don't know what you mean Piper, there are plenty of anthro specific sites on the web."

"Just, forget I said anything Johns."

She's slowly rubbing your shoulder with her right hand while the two of you continue watching the TV. She's trying to make a move on you, isn't she? The thought makes you nervous since you still barely know her. You don't even really like her. What would your parents think if you hooked up with a janitor instead of the rocket surgeon they're expecting? Yet here you are in her apartment drinking and talking with her arm around your shoulder. You finish your second beer and move onto your third. She was right, this stuff does make you feel less nervous, and much more confident.

After several more minutes of idle conversation your buzzed mind decides to ask a question you didn't have the confidence to ask before.

"So Piper, why do you not like being called trash rat?"

"I'm not a rat dumbass, and I don't even eat trash. Usually anyway. I guess I just put up with the name so people don't come up with an even worse one."

Hah! You knew it! It is demeaning to possums to call them rats. The alcohol makes this revelation seem far grander than it really is. The alcohol is also making it hard to keep track of how many beers you've had, and the open bottles on the coffee table seem to be multiplying.

"That's awful Piper, you should fight back or something, just punch everyone who calls you that." You drunkenly give a one two punch to the air in front of you, some beer spilling out of the bottle in your hand in the process.

"I don't think the faculty would like me assaulting their students very much Johns, though it would feel good. But dealing with little teenage shits is only one bad part about that job. Another is this goddamn uniform, so fucking hot all the damn time, especially with my fur and shit, I even had to cut a hole for my tail, cheapskate assholes." She takes an angry swig of beer, some of it missing her mouth and dribbling down her neck.

"Then why don't you take it off if you hate it so much?" Your intoxicated brain doesn't even register your statement in a lewd manner, it was a totally sincere suggestion to make her more comfortable.

She shakily stands up and unzips the coveralls, they drop to the floor with a loud jingle from her key ring. You're now made aware of the fact that she only wears panties and a t shirt under them. The fur on her legs and arms is just as unkempt as the fur on the rest of her. She shakes her legs free and returns to her seat next to you.

"You don't mind me like this, do you Johns?"

Do you mind her being half dressed? The brain ekes out a yes. The dick says no. The alcohol says she's as pretty as an angel, and also no.

"You can wear...whatever you want Piper."

"Awww that's good to hear Johns."

She begins running her hands through your hair while staring at you.

"Johns, do you humans ever *hiccup* get cold with such a small amount of fur."

"Sometimes, like in the winter, that's why we have gloves and stuff."

"Is it true you only have two sharp teeth."

"Oh, you mean canines, yeah we got like 4 of them." You open your mouth to show off your pearly whites.

"Whoa...is it also true that you're salty?"

"I don't fucking know Piper." Her last question annoyed you, you don't know why.

Without asking you she takes a big lick of your cheek. Her soft pink tongue is surprisingly dry.

"Why'd you do that?"

"So you do taste kind of salty, just like what that one tripfur said."

"... whaaa?" You say drunkenly.

"Come over here I gotta do something."

She takes you by the collar and stumbles towards the hallway. Your sense of balance is also off but with the two of you hanging onto each other you make it to the door. It takes her a few tries, but Piper eventually gets the knob to turn and opens the door.

It's clearly her bedroom. The walls are painted a light purple and posters of obscure metal bands line the walls. The floor is more dark blue carpet almost entirely obscured by dirty clothing and beer cans. In the center of the room is a large bed with crumpled covers, on top of the covers are more beer cans, loose possum fur, and magazines whose titles your drunken eyes have long since lost the focus to read. Flanking the bed is a cheap looking nightstand covered in yet more beer cans, pill bottles, and a lone picture frame. Opposing the bed is a small desk with a computer on it. Hey, you recognize that case, that's one of the computers that used to be in the library before they got replaced by a newer model. Guess she got one that was thrown out, or maybe she just stole it. She guides you to the bed and you sit on the edge of it, glad to no longer have your head spinning quite as much. Piper moves to the computer, but as she does she gives you one command.

"Johns, take your clothes off, I gotta like, *hiccup* do something first."

"Ya okay Piper."

Piper wants you to take off your clothes? That seems like a perfectly reasonable request. Totally normal. Easily doable even. Your judgement and critical thinking skills are letting good old Mr. Alcohol take the wheel for now. He's a trustworthy guy. You strip down to your boxers and throw your clothes on the floor. You slowly turn to see Piper typing something on her computer. The screen seems to be made of many pink boxes.

"Hey Piper *hiccup* what're ya doing?"

"Just need to prove something to this dumb bitch online Johns, I'll be over in a second."

"Piper...Why am I on your bed?"

"I just need to...fucking prove something to this dumb bitch Johns." Her typing reaches a new crescendo, you can only imagine how many typos she must be making in her drunken state.

She continues, "Okay, reply sent. Now I just gotta...fuck" Apparently forgetting something she stumbles back into the living room for a few moments. She returns with her cellphone in one hand and a beer can in the other. She messes with the phone's screen before gently placing it by her computer, rear camera facing the bed.

"Hey Johns, ever *hiccup* shotgunned a beer before?"

"Huh?"

"Let me show you how."

She takes a short claw and pokes a hole in the beer can, then hands it to you.

"Just hold it above your head and drink through the hole, easy as pie."

You take the can and do as she says, chugging the golden liquid like your life depended on it. You feel comfortably numb right now. You don't worry about anything. You didn't worry when Piper took off her shirt and exposed her moderately sized breasts in a baby blue bra. You didn't worry when she took off her lime green panties. You didn't even worry when she straddled your hips and leaned down to French kiss you. She should brush her teeth more often. But you don't worry about that. Everything your eyes see becomes a faraway blur. Is she still on top of you? Does it matter? You feeeel goodd. Reaaal gud. You pass out.

The Moment After

Your consciousness painfully returns to you. Your head hurts, but this time it's more like a headache as opposed to being hit with something. You open your eyes to a light purple ceiling. Your room's ceiling isn't purp-oh ya you're still at the possum's place. The possum. The possum janitor. The possum janitor that kidnapped you then tried to take you back to your place before her truck broke down. And then you got really drunk with her. Fuck. You sit up to see her sitting on the edge of the bed smoking. The light from the cigarette lights up part of her face since the ceiling light is turned off, guess she must have a headache too. She hears your movement and turns to you.

"You're up, the trucks cooled down enough for me to take you home."

Really, the questionable events of this afternoon and that's what she opens with.

"Piper, what just happened?"

"Nothing happened, you got drunk off your ass and crashed on my bed for a few hours."

"...You sure?"

She responds in an aggravated tone. "Yes I'm sure!"

"...okay."

You throw the covers off and you're...fully clothed. That's weird, you're almost positive you were naked at some point earlier. Naked on the bed. Naked on the bed with trash rat. But that may just be an overactive imagination. Some subconscious desire to fug the possum jannie bubbling up into your dubious drunken memory. But why would that desire even be there? You still don't even like her. Whatever. Your parents are probably worried sick about you by now, it's been who knows how many hours since you were supposed to be home. You reach into your pocket and find your phone in its usual place. As you bring the screen up it you see it's already 8pm, Jesus they must be panicking by now. And yet, there's no missed calls, no worried texts, nothing to indicate they're even slightly worried about you being gone on your lock screen. Odd. You unlock the phone with your thumb and go to the text message conversation with your mom to explain the situation. What you see baffles you.

• Hey honey, you have something after school you didn't tell me about?

• Hey mom, chess club is having an extended meeting tonight so I may get home late.

• Okay sweetie, good for you for joining a new club, you need a ride home?

• I can get one from Ryan when we're both done

• Okay, see you when you get home xoxo

• :^)

Number one, the school doesn't have a chess club and if it did Ryan wouldn't be on it.

Number two, you don't use emojis.

Number three, you have no memory of texting any of this.

Were you drunk? Were you high? Are you blocking out some memories? What the fuck.

"Hey Piper, did you...do anything with my phone while I was out?"

"Nope, I think I heard it make a few sounds though." She says casually.

"Okay Piper."

Alright, you were very drunk after all, maybe you saw mom texting you and got all your shit mixed up. You guess it's possible. Maybe. I mean probably not, but what other explanations do you have other than Piper somehow knowing your password and texting your own mother. This whole situation is creeping you out, you need to get out of here.

"So you said the truck is ready? I'm ready to go."

"Let's head out then."

As she gets up you notice she's in the same t shirt as before and a pair of dirty sweatpants. You follow her to the door but she stops right in front of it and timidly turns to you.

"Johns, do you remember, like, much of what happened when you were drunk?"

You remember talking on the couch. You remember Piper taking her coveralls off. You remember stumbling to her bedroom. Then taking your own clothes off. Then it's just a blur. What the fuck happened back there? Do you even want to know? Be careful Johns, just lie.

Your voice comes out monotone. "I don't remember much past us talking on the couch Piper."

She begins nodding her head, "Okay, okay, well that's good because you threw up so much into my sink you probably wouldn't want to remember it, heh." She smiles, but it quickly fades when you don't return it.

She opens the door and you enter her beat up pickup again. The trip to your house is appropriately moody. The whole trip is in darkness with brief flashes of orange light from streetlamps. Her pickup's sole functioning headlight barely manages to light the road in front of you. Piper is totally silent during the whole trip; you notice the occasional brief glance towards you as if she wants to say something, but she always stops herself. You don't want to talk anyway; you have a miserable feeling in the middle of your chest that won't go away. You just feel...off. Every time you try to think back to Piper's bedroom your memory becomes an unwelcome haze. You know something happened back there. But what?

Finally you arrive at your house.

"We're here Johns, and don't worry about the gas money."

"Thanks."

You shut the door to her pickup and walk to your front porch without saying another word, or even looking at her. Entering the front door you're greeted by your mother.

"Hey honey! How was chess club, must have had some long games since you were gone so long."

"Ya mom, real long games."

You go to your room and lay down on your bed. You don't even feel like eating dinner. At some point sleep takes you.

Revelatious

It's the next day. You couldn't focus on your classes. You're hanging out by the stairwell again when Ryan comes up to you.

"Hey Johns, did trash rat get my payment?"

"Ya she did, and she told me to give this to you."

You hand him the pack of cigarettes.

"Nice! Crisis averted my man. Guess this means I owe you."

"You do."

An awkward silence.

"Well, did you have any ideas on how I can pay you back? I hate keeping favors saved up."

"No, I really don't Ryan."

"Well let me know when you think of something. I hope she wasn't too bitchy when you saw her."

You want to change the subject.

"So Ryan I heard you got a gf."

"Dude, Samantha Carnegie. She's that limber raccoon babe we both ogled in gym class last year. She's so fucking hot dude. And she's all mine now."

"All yours? And here I thought she was with the captain of the football team, that anthro rhino guy."

"Well she uhh, broke up with him just before we became a thing. He didn't like it but you know, all is fair in love and war."

"He isn't going to come around some corner and tackle you is he? Yesterday it seemed he wanted to impale you on his horn."

"Don't worry about me Johns, I can run faster than he can on his stumpy little legs."

"Good, because you sure as shit aren't going to win a one on one fight."

"That's why I have good friends like you around Johns." He slaps your shoulder.

"Don't count on it Ryan."

"Oh you're such a joker."

The bell rings and you both depart to your classes. For the rest of the day your mind keeps going back to yesterday afternoon and your interactions with Piper. Did she take advantage of you? Or was she really just letting you crash on her bed after you couldn't handle your first brush with alcohol? Neither option is good, but one is much worse than the other. As you pass through the halls you notice the absence of a certain possum janitor. You would usually see her once or twice a day roaming the halls in between classes but the day is almost over and you have yet to see her a single time. She's avoiding you. Why?

You get home and sit at your computer, racking your brain for anything she said that may shed light on what really happened. Then something comes up, furredchan, the website she mentioned when you were still on the couch. From the conversation it seemed like she posted there. It's a longshot but maybe she posted about yesterday at some point. You type the address in and stare at a multitude of boards.

Cooking, photography, video games, weapons, cosplay, politics, fur care, the list seems endless. Jesus, they even have a few boards just for discussion on the more common species of anthros, unfortunately possum doesn't seem to be one of them. Then one board catches your eye, /garb/, no doubt short for garbage. You click on it and immediately discover why it's called garbage. So much porn, so much awful porn, just when you thought you saw the worst the internet had to offer you just had to find this shit. Still, there is some sick side of you that wants to explore this garbage pile just to see how far down the rabbit hole really goes, and you begin looking at various threads. You've just about had your fill of internet trash when one general in particular catches your eye, /fadhms/, or female anthro dom with human male sub. I mean if she was going to post about last night anywhere, that might not be a bad place to do it, you doubt you were in any position to put up resistance with so much beer in your veins. Then you think to when she interrogated you, she seemed awfully...into it.

You click on the general and begin browsing. The content doesn't surprise you. It's mostly anthros that range on the larger side with their human boyfriends/husbands/sex slaves. Some are boasting about how their human mate whimpered when they did X, some are just posting about how they'll never get a human sub since they're only five feet eleven, some are posting normal pictures of them and their humans but with lewd captions. It's very fetishy. Lots of pictures of a guy in a coat screaming for some reason. What the fuck does giwtwm mean? You begin to notice a pattern of replies, yet the post they're replying to has been deleted.

-Isn't that kind of illegal? Hot though.

-Clean your fucking fur Jesus Christ woman

-You sure he isn't dead?

-I can't believe you did that to his phone, so hot

-Haha tigertackle129 fucking OWNED

-Your fat little possum body isn't intimidating him at all, 0/10

-I can't believe she actually did it guys, can we get some F's

-Marsupial dom superiority confirmed

-Fucking took you long enough piedpossum, I was getting worried you were going to kidnap one off the street eventually

-You should have pierced it you coward

Well, it seems that whoever made the deleted post was a possum, apparently called piedpossum. Wait a second that name, oh god please no, please just be a coincidence. Deep in the back of your mind you know what this could mean. She taped herself having drunken sex with you and posted it to this fetish board. But why? Attention? A fleeting moment of internet fame? Is she just a massive degenerate who enjoys making amateur porn? To prove any of this you need to find what piedpossum posted, is this board archived anywhere? After some google fu you eventually find an archive site that has that thread saved. You scroll down afraid to see the eventual thumbnail of whatever it is piedpossum posted. You hope you're wrong. You hope the poster is a possum other than the one you're thinking of. You hope it was deleted for a good reason. You hope you don't see yourself when you click play.

There it is. A nice little pink box with "piedpossum" at the top and a thumbnail sitting right below it. To the right of the thumbnail is some text.

"Got this little cutie drunk when he came over, about to ride him rawwww. Dumbass didn't know possums got strong livers FUCKING TOLD YOU I COULD DO IT TIGERTACKLE129!!"

The thumbnail is black, you have no idea what will happen when you press play. Your cursor hovers over the black box for what feels like an eternity until you eventually muster the courage to click it.

The first couple seconds of the video are a fuzzy darkness yet you can hear noise in the background, someone's finger must be over the phone camera. When it's finally removed it shows a familiar looking desk. But then again that desk is mass produced. Then it shows a familiar looking computer case. That doesn't prove anything, thousands of those computers have been made. The phone is placed on the desk and shows a possum's midsection. That could be any possum other than Piper. She moves out of frame and...that's you, on the bed, in a drunken stupor.

"Hey Johns, ever *hiccup* shotgunned a beer before?"

You stop the video and close your eyes. Jesus fucking Christ she actually did it. She recorded her little sexual escapade with a drunken high school senior. Without telling him. Or asking his permission. Or doing it when he wasn't utterly inebriated. What an asshole. But wait, you still don't know exactly what she did to you. You don't want to play the video anymore, yet at the same time you have to know what happened yesterday.

You press play again. You watch yourself shotgun a beer and fall down onto the bed, totally out of it. Piper then wriggles out of her shirt exposing her baby blue bra and drops her panties to the floor. She slowly gets on the bed and crawls over to your body. You can hear yourself softly laughing in the background. When she's directly above you the first thing she does is lean down and stick her big pink tongue down your throat, it's accompanied by a lusty moan from her and some incoherent mumbling from you. Her pink hands with untrimmed nails caress your face as she embraces you. She stays in the kiss for what feels like an eternity.

She suddenly exits the kiss and straightens her back, moving her hands to your chest. She moves her hips back slightly and slides your boxers down to mid-thigh, then begins rubbing your member. When it's erect she looks back to the camera and gives a sly grin. Her hand moves to line it up with her slit but she suddenly stops and looks at the camera again, giving a shrug. She leans forward to her pillow and retrieves something under it. It's a condom wrapper. She's staring at the camera again, she moves the condom wrapper to her mouth and gnashes her sharp teeth as if to pierce it, but backs out at the last second and has a laughing fit. To your relief she takes the condom out and places it over your penis without any further antics. Now ready to begin again, she puts her hips over yours and lines herself up. When she drops she lets out a sound that's halfway between a moan and a scream and stops for a brief moment, apparently overwhelmed by sensation. You suddenly realize that moment was when you lost your V card and you weren't even awake to feel it. Soon she gathers her sense and begins a rhythmic thrusting up and down. Her climax slowly builds over several minutes and at the end she lets out a long blissful moan at the ceiling. She stays there breathing for several seconds before slowly getting up and crawling by your side. She grabs your dick and carefully slides the condom off, being careful to not let any of your cum drip out. She holds it, showing it to the camera as if to brag, then exits the room presumably to throw it away. When she reenters you can hear a faint sound through your speakers, it's your phone's notification jingle. She hears this too, and rummages through your clothes to find your phone.

She rushes over to the camera to show the text from mom on your phone, then goes back over to you. She takes your limp hand and singles out a digit, pushing it against your phone's fingerprint sensor to unlock it. So she didn't find out your password, she just used your fingerprints while you were passed out. After unlocking your phone you can see her type something followed by a few audio notifications. When the notifications stop she runs back over to the camera and puts your phone up to it. You see the same text chat with mom you saw when you woke up. That bitch. Piper then returns the phone to your pants and picks up the camera, stopping the recording. Guess your redressing happened just after the recording ended.

There's one overriding emotion going through your head as you stare at the stopped video. Anger. Anger at Piper for taking advantage of you in your drunken state. Anger at her for filming you and posting the video without your permission. Anger at her for avoiding you. Anger at yourself for letting this happen in the first place. You're even angry at Ryan despite his secondary role in all this. As you brood at your desk a thought enters your mind. What to do now? You want payback. Payback from Piper. You could save the video then bring it to the school or police and wait for the system to do its thing at the glacial pace most bureaucracies are known for. She'll definitely get fired from her job and get a few charges put on her, maybe even do some jailtime, but that seems too...simple. You don't want her punishment to be so cut and dry.

You want your payback to be long, drawn out, and with you in control the whole way. There's an idea floating in your mind. It's a good one. But it will require you to be dominant and maybe even a little cruel. But it'll be worth it, assuming you have the guts to carry it out. You sneak to the kitchen and take a steak knife from the drawer, then sneak back up into your room. You place it in your backpack and lay down on your bed. Tomorrow's going to be a hell of a day.

Return to Sender

It's lunchtime, and you don't want to miss your chance. You go back to the janitorial closet by the science labs and open it. You turn the lights on, good, she left the chair she tied you up in here last time. There's a roll of paracord on one of the shelves in the closet. Even better. You take your knife out and cut a few lengths off, just enough to tie a few limbs together. It's almost time. You turn the lights off but leave the door cracked, you want her discovery to be a surprise. You move to the middle of the closet and wait in the darkness with your knife out.

You hear a sound off in the distance, a faint jingle jangle.

There she is.

She's getting closer now.

Almost there.

So close.

"What dumbfuck keeps opening my goddamn close-."

She turns the lights on.

"Hey! Piper!"

She freezes the second she sees you. A brief moment of absolute terror crosses her face before she crumples to the ground. Just as you planned. You drag her body to the chair and sit her up in it. You then move to the door and close it, locking it from the inside. You tie her limbs up the same way she did yours, arms behind her back and each calf bound to one of the chair's legs. You stand back and admire your handywork. Yep, she's not going anywhere. Now to wait until she wakes up. Five minutes pass. Then ten. She briefly stirs from her slumber. Eyes open to see you standing in front of her with the knife, then quickly shut as her body goes limp. Okay, maybe you should drop the knife. Fifteen more minutes pass before she shows signs of waking up again.

Her eyelids slowly raise. Her head tilts. She focuses on you then her eyes go wide open. She briefly struggles in her bondage.

"Wha-what the fuck Johns! What is this!?"

You lean into her.

"I know what you did Piper."

"What the fuck are you talking about asshole?!"

"The video Piper I fucking saw it!"

She goes silent.

"What's the problem Piper? Human got your tongue?"

She stares at the ground, unable to look you in the eye.

"I saw the post you deleted Piper, I watched the whole fucking thing last night."

"Johns, come on, I didn-"

Your anger gets the better of you and you cut her off. "You didn't what? Think I would find out? Think I would care? Think I didn't have the guts to do something about it?"

She looks you in the eye.

"I didn't think you would ever see it, I deleted it a couple minutes after it was posted."

"Well all your stupid internet friends saw it Piper! I read their fucking comments!"

She stares at the ground again.

"Your name on there is piedpossum, isn't it?"

"...yes." She whispers

"And if I do a search for every post by that name what am I going to find?"

"Please don't."

"Why don't we have a look? Together!"

You type her name into a search bar on the furredchan archive and watch the page fill with results. You begin reading them out loud, starting with the most recent.

"Got this little cutie drunk when he came over, about to ride him raw. Dumbass didn't know possums got strong livers, fucking told you I could get one tigertackle129."

You briefly glare at her and continue reading.

"I'll show you assholes that possums can get some, about to post a video soon, its gonna be good."

"God I wish I could just hold him down and dominate that guy's cute little pink body"

"Anyone know what kind of beer humans like the best? Asking for a friend." You have a hunch one of the answers is German beer.

"Why do humies make the best fuckmeat?"

"Man I wish I had a little subbie human fucktoy to give me litters of little ones."

You've seen enough.

"What is this shit Piper? Were you been planning to lure me to your house from the start!?"

"No Johns please you have to believe me, I was drinking, I wasn't thinking straight, I didn't mean to do anything to you! It's just the opportunity presented itself and..."

"Well it's too late for apologies Piper! You can't unfuck my unconscious body!"

She looks down defeated.

You lower your voice to a more tender volume. "Now listen Piper, if I really wanted to, I could give the video to the school, they'll fire your ass and probably get the cops involved. I don't want to have to do that. Which is why I'm giving you another choice."

She looks up, clearly confused and somewhat fearful at what you're about to say next.

"Listen to me very closely Piper, I can tell you have a thing for humans, that's obvious, it's also obvious you have a kink for dominating them. Which is why you're going to become my little furry fucktoy for the rest of the year."

She looks at you in disbelief, and you too are in disbelief that you actually went through saying that.

"Fucktoy?"

"Whenever I want it, however I want it, wherever I want it. If I tell you to suck you will ask how hard. If I tell you to bend over you will do it without hesitation. Do you get me?"

She stares at the ground in thought.

"It's either this or I give the video to the authorities Piper, tick tock."

She takes a deep breath.

"Okay! Fine, I'll do it."

"Good girl."

Wow, that went better than you expected. She actually accepted your offer, and now she has to demean herself by sucking your dick in the school or whatever else you tell her to do. A fitting punishment for her crime. Shame you only have until graduation with your new possum fuckbuddy though. But still, you're going to try and make it a year worth remembering. The most pressing concern right now is that getting her to accept your terms was the end of your little plan, everything from here on out must be improvised.

You stand awkwardly in front of her for a few seconds, unsure of what you should say next.

Piper lets out a sigh. "So Johns, do you want me to like, suck your dick right now or something?"

"Uhh, ya sure no wait I DEMAND you suck my dick...bitch." No longer operating on pure anger your domineering attitude starts to fade yet you still feel the need to be in control.

"I'm no contortionist so you should probably untie me."

"Yeah, okay."

You cut her arms and legs free then stand in front of her. You undo your pants letting your half chub spill out. Piper gets on her knees and stares at it with uncertainty.

"Well Piper, what are you waiting for?"

"I've never uhh..."

"Sucked a human's dick before? Pathetic."

As much as you liked saying that it didn't change the fact that you've never sucked a dick before either, or gotten your dick sucked. You know these next few moments are going to be awkward yet there's nothing you can do about it other than try to think how the porn stars online did the deed.

"Well Piper, just uhhh, open your mouth."

She opens wide revealing her shiny teeth stained yellow from too much coffee, or soda, or tobacco, probably a combination of all three. Most worrying is the fact that every single one of her teeth is pointy as hell, she could probably chew through a Kevlar vest in a few seconds. Maybe accepting the blowjob wasn't the smartest idea.

"Okay now move your mouth onto my dick, fuck, wait."

You manually stimulate yourself to full erectness, you really don't want a limp dick flopping around all those teeth. Piper is still kneeling there open mouthed, waiting for you to get full mast.

"Okay now just lean forward and put my dick in your mouth."

You put your hand on the back of her head and gently push it towards you, her muzzle gradually obscuring your dick.

"Okay now close your mouth."

WAIT FUCK NO WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TELLING HER?! THE TEETH JOHNS THE TEETH!!!

"Slowly! Slowly close your mouth! My dick isn't for dinner you...slut."

She looks up with a "fucking really?" expression on her face, then very slowly closes her jaws. When they've left just enough room for your dick and nothing else she closes her lips to make a seal, then looks up to you for direction.

"Well, now just uhh, suck and move your head back and forth, use your tongue, I don't fucking know be creative."

She mumbles an affirmative and begins doing what you tell her. Back and forth, back and forth, and now she brings her tongue in. Hey this feels pretty good. You could get used to this.

"Good little possum."

You rub her head with your hand, then lightly rub an ear between a thumb and pointer finger. Damn her fur is soft, greasy and unkempt, but soft. The fur on her head is a nice color too, like a off white cream color. It reminds you of a nice big bowl of vanilla ice cream, damn you love ice cre-

Why the hell are you being so nice to her Johns?

You stop rubbing her ear and rest your hand on her head. Oh man you're close to cumming now, her mouth feels real damn good.

"OW!"

You feel the tiniest of brushes with one of her teeth and reflexively pull your hips back, but in the process drag her tooth across your dick. This can't be happening! You're in charge here!

"What the fuck Piper!"

You look down at your penis, yep it's still there, thank god. But you see the faintest of scratches along the shaft, deep enough to be visible but not bleed. You look back to Piper to see the faintest of grins quickly disappear.

"You did that on purpose!"

"It's not my fault Johns, you were moving your dick around."

"I was not."

"Yes you were."

"Piper I swear to god I will send the video to the cops!"

Without another word she shuffles forward on her knees and takes your dick into her mouth again. You're surprised, but you also really don't want blue balls with how close you were to cumming before you felt one of her teeth, so you let her continue.

It doesn't take long before there's another familiar tingle building up in your balls, you guess you might as well warn her.

"I'm close Piper..."

Her pace increases slightly, bringing you even closer to climaxing. And before you know it you're pumping load after load of cum into her maw. God that felt good. She slowly moves her mouth back yet maintains the seal on your dick with her lips. When she's out of dick she stops, and swallows. Whoa, you weren't even going to make her do that but hey, who are you to judge her diet? She stands back up and looks at you.

She speaks in an aggravated tone.

"Satisfied for today?

"I guess."

"You guess?"

"Yes I am satisfied for today Piper."

"Good, now I have to get back to work."

She stands up and moves past you slightly bumping you in the shoulder, then leaves the room slamming the door behind her. You stand there with your dick still out wondering what exactly it is you've just done.

Bad Vibes

The next few months pass by as you expected. Most days during lunch you would go down to the janitors closet by the science labs and wait for Piper to show up. You would exchange a few pleasantries then she would get to work on a blowjob. At the end she would always ask if you were satisfied, and you would always respond with an affirmative. You guessed that she was making sure that the deal you two had was still valid, and with good reason, you held quite a piece of blackmail over her head. Occasionally there were days when she wouldn't show up but you didn't push her on it, so what if she doesn't feel like it every now and then? She was supposed to be a fucktoy, not a slave.

As time passes the hate you felt for her fades. The white-hot rage you felt at first cools into a dull red, then a simmer, then it turns lukewarm, the satisfaction you found when she would swallow your load fades as well. While at first you planned to commit all sorts of sexual acts at her expense you find yourself settling time and time again for just a BJ. You guess this was because doing anything more felt like you were violating her the same way she violated you, and while you knew what you were doing wasn't exactly ethical you still wanted to be somewhat civil when deciding her punishment. You wanted to be restrained and clear minded, exactly the way she wasn't when she had you on her bed. Your interactions with her become robotic, and you find yourself becoming almost as disinterested in the act as she is. Though you wanted to have the deal continue until the end of the semester you feel like cutting it short. You're just, not really enjoying it anymore. But you decide there is still one thing you want to do with her. You're gonna go back to her place and fuck her right on her own bed, right where she violated you when she took the video. One last act of payback, then you're done.

Piper wipes her mouth.

"Satisfied?"

"Ya, and there was something I wanted to tell you."

"What?"

"The chess club's meeting after school today."

"Oh, chess club, you want to come over to my place? Why the fuck would you want to do that?"

"I think you already know, but let's just say this janitors closet is getting a little claustrophobic."

"You're such a fucking perv Johns, fine. But you can't be coming over to my apartment every day, my home is not your crash pad."

"Don't worry, just this once."

"Meet me at the employee parking lot after school."

"I'll see you there."

The day ends and you head to the same beat up pickup you've seen before. When you enter her apartment the same stench fills your nostrils. The same floor covered in beer cans, the same TV, the same couch, it's all bringing back some not so great memories. You sit down at the couch while she goes to the kitchen.

"Why don't you clean your place up Piper? There's trash everywhere."

"Why bother when I'm the only one that's ever here?"

The only one that's every here? She must not have friends over very often.

"Just wondering."

"Johns you want a- "

She stops herself before finishing her sentence, but you what the next word was going to be.

"No thanks Piper."

She moves over to the couch with a beer in hand. She sits down a good 2 feet away from you. The two of you sit in silence and watch the news while Piper finishes her beer. When it's empty, she stands up.

"Well Johns, let's get this over with."

She walks over to the hallway and enters the bedroom; you follow just behind her. The same bed, same desk, same computer, same everything. It all makes you uneasy, maybe you should just fuck her in the living room or something. But she's already got her clothes off, and you don't want to make things any weirder, so you take your own off as well.

She gets on the bed and positions herself ass up and face down. It seems she's already gotten the hint that you want to be the one on top this afternoon. You move behind her and get your dick hard, then take a condom you had in your pants pocket earlier out. You put it on and get back behind Piper, when you're back in position she raises her back slightly and turns her head to you, she speaks as if this is a question that's been on her mind for a while.

"Why exactly do you have to fuck me here Johns? There's a lot of places in the school we could do this."

"I don't want the school Piper, I want to do it here, right where the video was taken except this time I'm not passed out and you're not giving sly looks to a camera while making jokes about making me the unwilling father of your children."

"So you want closure, fine, if this is what makes you feel better then let's just...get it over with."

Without another word you take your dick and ram it into her warm cunt. Well it's warm, but isn't all that well lubricated, you can't exactly blame her for not being hot and bothered right now. You begin thrusting back and forth while grabbing onto her furry hips. You aren't exactly hot and bothered either, so it takes some time before you feel your climax coming. When it does you buck into her soft backside and release. When the post nut clarity hits you realize just how utterly joyless that whole experience was. Piper repositions to sit on the bed and looks at you, you already know what she's going to say.

"Satisfied Johns?"

"Yes, and there's something else I want to tell you. The deal is over, your obligations are fulfilled."

She pauses a few seconds before responding.

"You actually mean it? You aren't going to show that video to anyone? I'm not going to get fired?"

"I mean it. Whatever satisfaction I got out of making you do this is gone. I'm done."

She moves to the edge of the bed and sits on it in silence. You move to the bathroom to throw away your condom and when you come back she's on the bed smoking a cigarette. Now that the deal between you two is effectively over you guess she probably wants to talk about it, so you sit on the bed next to her.

But she remains silent, just puffing away on her cigarette and staring blankly at the wall in front of her. You hate awkward moments like this, but as you look around the room you spot something you both could talk about to hopefully melt some of the tension away.

You point to the lone picture frame sitting on the nightstand beside her bed.

"Who's that?"

"Why don't you bring it over here?"

You move to retrieve the picture. Now that you're closer you can see it's a possum woman in a yellow sundress with 5 baby possums clinging to her. Cute. You bring the picture over and hand it to Piper. She points to each possum as she describes them.

"That wonderful lady right there is my mother, Olivia. Been with her through thick and thin. That little possum on her left shoulder is me. All my brothers and sisters were part of the same litter. The one clinging to her thigh is my brother Liam. He was always a little shit growing up. Got into a lot of petty vandalism when he got older. I think he's still doing a stint in a penitentiary right now. The little one clinging onto mom's neck is my sister Abigail. She was my best friend growing up, we got into lots of trouble together. She...passed away a few years ago. The one hanging onto mom's waist is Owen. Got a job with some oil company, apparently works on those big offshore rigs out in the pacific as a technician. I always liked him, he always tried to keep the rest of us out of trouble. I just wish I could see him more. The last one on mom's right shoulder is Ella. She was always the quiet one out of the bunch. Had a bad break up in high school and didn't take it well. Ended up overdosing on painkillers in the bathroom."

She gives a nervous laugh.

"My family's pretty fucked up, huh Johns?"

"Sounds like you still have people who care about you, could be worse."

"Ya I suppose, now you're probably wondering about the one parent left absent. Well not long after we were born he left my mom, didn't want to take responsibility or something. Mom never really talked about him much, guess she didn't want us trying to track him down."

"To talk to him or to kill him?"

She chuckles.

"If it were me, probably both."

"You still in touch with your mom? Sounded like you care about her a lot."

"Oh yeah, I try to see her as much as I can at the hospital. She got cancer a few years ago but she's been fighting it pretty well. Me and Owen pool our paychecks together to pay for her treatment but it isn't easy, not with how expensive those sorts of things are."

Well you feel like a piece of shit. It drives a pit into your stomach when you realize a large part of why she accepted your deal so easily was so she could keep her job and therefore continue paying for treatments for her mother. And the days she didn't show up at the janitor's closet? She was probably at the hospital visiting her.

Johns you absolute monster how could you? You're a genuinely bonafide piece of- Now hold on one second, it's not like you did what you did without a reason. As much as you feel sorry for her she DID take advantage of you, film it, and post it to some fetish site without your permission. You know that was an awful thing for her to do, yet you also find her pitiable. You can't help but feel you and Piper wear similar shades of gray.

"Piper, do you still feel bad about what you did?"

Her speech takes on a despondent tone.

"I felt bad about it moments after it happened, that's why I deleted it so fast after posting, I felt even worse when you found out, and right now I still feel like shit."

"Why did you do it?"

"I just...I guess it was a few things. I was lonely. I had something to prove. I know you humans often don't know much about how the anthro species see each other but...possums aren't exactly seen as desirable. And I guess I'm not doing much to disprove the stereotype. So when I had a human like you practically fall into my lap I was so buzzed I just, started making bad decisions out of desperation. Sorry."

"Well Piper I don't exactly feel great about what I did either. I really could have handled the situation with some more tact, but I just felt so angry at you at the time. I wanted some kind of retribution from you."

"Don't apologize Johns, I know I'm a bad person with shitty self-control. That's probably why I live in a rundown apartment filled with garbage, work as a janitor getting paid peanuts, and drink myself to sleep most days."

Bad person? You think she's being a little too harsh on herself, most bad people you know wouldn't put most of their paycheck towards the care of a loved one or do what she did to continue getting those steady paychecks. Just the fact that she feels guilt says a lot. Before you have a chance to rebuke her, she continues.

"So Johns, I guess we're even?"

"Ya we're even."

"Well, go ahead and get dressed. I want to take you home before it gets dark."

"Piper I really don't think you should be so-"

"I don't want to talk about this anymore Johns."

She gathers her clothes and dresses in the bathroom.

The sun bathes the earth in a gentle orange glow on the quiet ride home. She pulls up in front of your house and stops. You turn to her about to say goodbye, but she just stares at the road ahead.

"Well, bye Piper."

"Bye Johns."

You get some bills out of your pocket and present them to her. She finally turns her head to look at them.

"Here, gas money."

"I'm not taking that."

"Come on, we were even at your apartment so now I owe you."

She gently closes your fingers around the money and pushes them back towards you.

"I don't deserve it, now get out of my truck and go to your house." Her tone isn't hostile, but it is commanding.

Getting the hint she just wants you to leave, you exit her truck and begin walking towards your front porch. Her rust bucket squeals as she steps on the accelerator and drives away.

The final months until graduation pass by quietly. Your classes begin winding down and you start touring local college campuses, eventually settling on one that had programs that piqued your interest. You would still see Piper in the halls fulfilling her janitorial duties but over time you began to notice some troubling changes. The disinterested expression she usually wore turns to one of gloom. In the halls she seems lethargic and inattentive as if never getting enough sleep the night before. It's like something was eating away at her, but what? Self-hatred? Guilt? Depression? You're no therapist, and your last interaction with her wasn't exactly the most positive, so stay out of her way out of fear that your presence may just make things worse.

As the final week of high school approaches and you start saying goodbyes to your friends and favored teachers you feel that you're leaving someone out. But how would you even approach her? "Hello Piper, I'm to go to college, sorry for blackmailing you into sucking my dick as payback for starring me in some nonconsensual amateur porn. Hope your mom gets better. Bye." You were never one for words, and in every possible scenario you can think of they fail you just after walking up to her. But where words fail actions can take their place.

"Johny boy! My favorite soon to be high school grad! You get your finals done?"

"Oh yeah, they were a bitch, but it feels good having them behind me."

"Ha fucking nerd! Mine were easy as shit. Didn't even have to use my calculator for my math class, just used my fingers like god intended."

"Very interesting Ryan, you still planning on working for your father?"

"Yep, already did some of the paperwork with him yesterday. You know that slave position is still available if you want it, but I have a feeling you found a college by now."

"I did, I decided on DuPaw University, not exactly the most prestigious but it's local so that's nice, hey you remember that favor you owed me a while back?"

"Finally cashing it in?"

"Ya, you know where I can get a fake ID?"

Your graduation ceremony is everything you thought it would be. Utterly boring. Long speeches by staff about vague futures and hopeful wishes, speeches by students with more in jokes and barely hidden innuendos than you could bear to hear. Mercifully you finally get to the big event, the handing out of Diplomas. Your last name is in the first half of the alphabet so the wait isn't too torturous, but it still feels like it takes forever. Damn big schools like this these. Eventually you walk up to the stage and grab that important piece of parchment, briefly turning to the audience to try and find your family, yet your eye falls to someone in the back of the room. Just barely visible, is a possum in a gray uniform clapping. You hope she'll like what you got her.

The Good Stuff

Piper slowly walks back to her janitorial closet, totally worn out after cleaning the ludicrously large gymnasium that just housed the school's graduating ceremony. So much confetti from party poppers, why the hell did the school allow families to bring that shit to ceremonies? Just to make her life harder? Probably. They didn't seem to care much about their janitorial staff. When she finally reaches the closet, she turns the doorknob and is surprised to see the lights already on.

Sitting on a familiar chair are a few objects. The first is a neatly folded pair of new coveralls in a light purple color. They're one of the more expensive brands, made specifically for furry anthros with tails. On top of the coveralls is a bottle of Jack Daniels whiskey, taped to the bottle is a letter addressed to Piper. She carefully opens the letter with a claw and reads it.

"Hey Piper, Johns here. Just thought I would get you a couple little presents as a way to say goodbye before I left. I hope the coveralls are the right size, I just had to guess. Don't worry about paying me back for any of this, we're still even. It just makes me feel a little better knowing you won't have to slave away at school wearing the rags they gave you. If you ever want to talk, here's my number.

555-632-5598"

She wouldn't contact you all summer. Not that you really expected you her to. If she wanted to put the whole thing behind her and cut off contact then that was her choice, hell you almost felt it might be good for both of you. But something surprised you just after you started your freshmen year. Just a simple text from an unknown number.

• Hey

You had a feeling who it was, so you texted back

• Hey Piper, what's up?

• So we're still even right?

• Even Steven

Several minutes pass until she texts again

• I liked the coveralls

• Good to hear, was the whiskey to your taste?

• Haven't drank it

• Is that code for you didn't like it?

• No you asshole, it's code for I joined AA

Holy shit you were not expecting that, now you can't help but wonder why.

• That's good, what made you decide to join it?

• Did some self-reflection after you graduated, decided the alcohol was a coping mechanism for some deeper issues, decided to try and stop so I could actually deal with them.

A vague answer for what's no doubt a complex question for her, hell out of anyone you know she probably has the most right to need a drink every now and then.

• How long you been sober?

• 2 months and counting

• That's great, I hope the gift doesn't give you second thoughts

• I'm sure you of all people would be happy to hear I've gained a little more self-control over the summer

• No more kidnappings of high school students then?

• Easy there Johns, I had good reason to suspect you were trying to frame me, you blackmail anyone into performing sexual favors for you lately?

• Good blackmail seems to be in short supply around here

• Lol, but seriously though there was something I wanted to ask you.

• What?

Another couple minutes pass before she responds.

• About what happened that afternoon, do you actually forgive me? And I'm not talking about if we're even I mean if you actually forgive me for what I did.

• Yes Piper, I forgive you

• I needed to hear that, makes me hate myself just a little less

• You shouldn't be hating yourself in the first place Piper, and while we're at this there's also something I would like to ask you.

She doesn't even wait for the question before answering it

• Yes Johns, I forgive you for making me suck your dick like a million times in that janitors closet

  • Thanks Piper
  • So, how about a new start?
  • A new start sounds good.

You two continued texting back and forth throughout the semester. She would give you some juicy drama she overheard in the halls and you would complain about your roommates, she would talk about the latest work she did on her truck and you would regale her with tales of all those times you had to singlehandedly save group projects. It turned out her mother was doing better, you felt good about that. Towards the end of the semester she revealed she quit her job at the high school in favor of a higher paying one elsewhere. It was easy to see why, if being a student there wasn't great then working there must have been even worse. Besides you knew she needed the extra cash.

For some godforsaken reason you also kept in contact with Ryan. Occasionally you would meet up at your dorm and play some games, smoke some weed, talk some shit, as newly independent teens tend to do. Though you were more open to trying out mind altering substances in college you never did develop a taste for alcohol, something about drinking it still rubbed you the wrong way. To your surprise Ryan actually liked working for his father, something about all the hands-on nature of the job must have appealed to him.

One morning you put on your jacket in anticipation of a chilly winter day and feel something heavy in its pocket. You take the mystery object out. It's a familiar folding knife, shiny steel blade and handsome wooden grip panels, taped to it is a simple note "Meet me at 003J". 003J? You recognize that room number, it's the janitorial closet down on the first floor of your dorm. They always lock those rooms, how would she have access to- oh, her new job. Class can wait, you head down the steps to the first floor excited to talk to Piper in person after so many months. There is just one niggling question on your mind though, how did the knife get in your jacket?

Oh.

Fucking Ryan.

Author's Note: Congratulations! You made it to the end, thanks for reading.