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So Bea It

A Commission by Laz Briar

One of those calm, chilly, yet somber days.

Beatrice puffed at her no-nicotine cig as she strut down the cracked sidewalk of Possum Springs, an ode to the town's fading infrastructure and depleting cash reserves. Boarded up buildings loomed over her, some occupied, some newly renovated for incoming enterprises like Hot Hams Steamy Burgers, a new name replacing the corpse of long-lost family-owned eateries. New life, sure, but it cost the bleeding town some of its history and legacy.

And, as much as Bea hated to admit it, even she took up a little "new work" on the side to prevent her from being a reflection of the town. It wasn't much, just some silly online stuff, putting her aesthetic to good use. Getting out of this dreg sometimes took a bit of sacrifice and unconventional means. She could either rough it out managing the Pickaxe for. . . well, god knew how long, or, try to make extra where she could. If wiggling her butt online for some eager donors put cash in her pockets, so be it.

Heh, so Bea it.

She didn't like to show off around town, trying to keep a low profile since Possum Springs was condensed enough most people could recognize her. But, while she did wear her long black spirited tee with the Ankh symbol, a closer inspection revealed her leather stompers and black choker. She did her eyes up more often, and sometimes the gator goth even wore a little extra lipstick. She had promiscuous attire in her room, though she had to keep it well hidden. Not right now, though, that was just for the brief "shows" back home when she had a moment. Certainly couldn't let know pa what she was up to.

But today was another "hang out" day with Gregg and company. She strode to their apartment, the derelict red-brick building on the far side of Possum Springs, the winds cool and skies a faint grey. It threatened to rain, so she hurried along.

Entering the building, she remembered the "fucky" buzzer and ensured she didn't get herself shocked. Once buzzed, she expected to hear Gregg's young, cantankerous voice. This time though, there wasn't anything. Then, after a moment, a chirpy tone poured through. It was Germ?

"Oh. Hi Bea."

She blinked. "Uh. . . Germ?"

"Yup!"

"Can you. . . let me up?"

"Yup!"

That was a little weird. Well, no, wait, it wasn't. Germ kind of appeared and vanished whenever he pleased. It was only strange he expected her, knew who was buzzing in. Guess Gregg and Angus failed to mention he'd be about. Or maybe he'd let himself in, he was an odd bird like that. He could get anywhere or find anything, just about, even though the "thing" was say, a feral opossum.

Exiting the elevator on Gregg's room floor, she gave their door a gentle knock. She fully expected to see Gregg open it with some of his usual remarks, or Angus.

But it was only Germ, again.

The goth gator let her eyes stroll down to the shorter green bird. "Hi Bea," he said.

He opened it and turned back into the apartment. Confused, Bea followed, shutting the door and glancing around the small interior. Germ sat on the worn red couch, staring at the television with a controller in hand. But there was no one else - not in the kitchen or Gregg and Angus' room.

"Um. Hey."

She put her hands to her hips. "Where's Gregg?"

Angus was still at work, but Gregg should've been off.

"Shopping," said Germ shortly.

"Shopping!?"

"Shopping."

"Well that's just great," said Bea, her tone sour. Fine, Gregg needed to get something from Ham Panther. But did he really have to go and make plans just to blow her off? She didn't get a lot of time off, and she liked to spend her precious free hours wisely.

That was always Gregg, mind flipping from one idea to the next, never immediately concerned if it would inconvenience someone.

She huffed, striding to the couch and sitting next to Germ. Now, Germ wasn't bad company. He was just a little different.

"What're you playing?" said Bea, trying to shift away from her momentary frustration.

"Cyberhunter."

She nodded. "Uh huh. And?"

"I'm on one of the secret levels," said Germ, his eyes affixed to the television. "It took me eight tries to get to it."

"And. . . it's about?"

"You play as this bunny girl mercenary in the dystopian future trying to overthrow corporate overlords. Every level has a boss. But if you beat the last boss in three minutes, you get the secret level."

Germ was like tapping into an endless encyclopedia of random knowledge. If she kept prodding, he'd probably recite every factoid about the game to its last detail. She didn't quite have the brainpower for that right now. Her eyes glazed over, watching the CRT flash with a series of low polygon images of a quite sexualized rabbit girl blast her way through a sprawl of enemies, or something. Bea didn't really get into games like this, if at all. Her preference was mystery or puzzle, if time allowed.

"And then when you get here, you have to put in a secret code for the boss. You only get it by adding up numbers from the other levels."

Germ didn't really look over to see if Bea was paying attention, but kept plodding away.

And then, out of the blue, he jumped into a new subject.

"Didn't you go to Math Camp?" he chirped.

Bea was leaning to the side, resting her slender scaled cheek against her fist. "Huh?"

"You went to Math Camp."

She blinked. "Um. Yep. Sure did. 11th grade."

"And you met a guy there."

Germ said it in a way that he already knew. . . because he did. Not that it was anything Bea was embarrassed about. Just, why was he asking this now all of a sudden?

"I guess 'met' is one way to put it. Why do you ask?"

"I meet people a lot," said Germ. "Have you met anyone since then?"

Germ's 'unique' way of navigating conversations was fascinating. Sometimes endearing, sometimes off-putting.

"I work full time at the Pickaxe, Germ. Don't exactly have the time for relationships."

He went silent, continuing to power through whatever level he was on. He finished one, the bunny girl showing off on the victory screen with a wink and some. . . really explicit drawn art for a game.

"Where. . . did you find this game again?"

"It's an import. There's secret art of the main character too."

"Ah."

More silence. Then: "I like the extra work you do."

Bea's eyes widened. Um. What.

"What?"

"Your sexy pictures. I like them. The paid ones are even better."

Oh my god.

". . .Germ."

"You have a nice big ass too!"

"GERM."

He paused, glancing at her. "Uh huh?"

What a weird little bird dude. Bea stared at him, her scales flushing. She didn't know what to say. Was she embarrassed? She had to get over that hump when she decided bouncing her hefty goth gator tits for money was a newfound personal goal. So. . . not exactly. But then again, her "patrons" were anonymous or random names from even more random places, there wasn't any _physicality_to it. Suddenly Germ was throwing up her side gig like it was no big deal.

She closed her eyes. "You can't tell anyone."

"Okay."

She opened them. "What?"

"Okay."

Okay? Jeeze, Germ.

"I mean it. That'd ruin me. Everyone would. . ."

"Hey, so anyway, it's pretty easy for me to get laid and stuff if I wanted."

It was like a switch with this guy, jumping from one thing to the next. It all just fell off of him, like he was Teflon. The momentary spring of panic and embarrassment faded. It was so matter of fact for Germ, another one of his strangely endearing qualities.

It took Bea a few moments to process what Germ said. She snorted.

"Hah. Okay. Sure. You?"

"Yup!"

Germ never struck Beatrice as the type to "get around," much less hook-up given his habits and sometimes irreverent personality.

"You'll forgive me if I don't exactly believe you, Germ."

"Why not?"

She vaguely gestured at the screen. "You have other interests, most of the time."

"Well, so do you."

She huffed. "It's not that simple."

Germ finished one of the levels, putting the screen on pause. "I think so. It's easy for me cause, ya' know, I'm a pretty hung bird."

Again, Bea blinked. "I'm sorry, what?"

She didn't expect him to be so. . . forward like that.

Didn't he just comment on your ass a second ago?

Damn. Maybe Bea had this guy all wrong from the get go.

"Yeah, I'm easily a ten."

Bea gawked at him for a good bit in astonished disbelief. Not so much from the size, more that Germ would even claim such a thing. He was a short little dude, not as tall as Bea. Where'd he get the confidence to abruptly claim he had, well, a ten-inch dick?

Or. . . or was he making a 'claim' at all?

". . .you're serious, aren't you?" Bea said, her usually dulled eyes widening.

"Yep!" Germ chirped.

"I could even help you with your problem. You haven't been with a guy in forever. I'm a guy."

She stared. "It's not. . . a problem."

Germ only looked at her. She didn't know how to put it, but he was "smiling" with his expression.

Huh. Hmm.

Hmm.

He was better than the sleazy guys around town, that's for sure.

"Alright," Bea finally said. "You're on, dude."

-*-

Huff, huff.

"Alright, just gimme a sec. . ."

All pretense of "am I actually doing this" went out the window the moment they stepped into Gregg's room. Hopefully the guys wouldn't mind, or she'd owe them both, big time. In the meantime, Bea wiggled her hips and pulled up her shirt. Her wide, fat bottom wobbled into view, sleek and dark green. A thin strip of dark lace slipped between the split of her ass, granting it a stern emphasis on her thickness.

"I can help," Germ said in his usual, flat voice. His hands dove into her fat cheeks and squeezed, getting a tactile feel for Bea's plumpness.

"Nmf, h-hang on," Bea protested, though the sensation of his feathery hands was quite nice. Germ proceeded to grab the sides of Bea's panties and tug them down to her ankles. She huffed again as cool air hit her exposed backside and hidden pussy.

She managed to get her tee halfway off, covering her head, before feeling Germ spread her full ass and exposed her precious goth gator lips.

"Interesting," he commented. "You should do the thing like you do in the videos."

"Hrmph."

Bea continued to struggle with her shirt, her perky chest exposed and fondled by a gentle black bra. Not for free, you twerpy little bird!

Germ, however, was not about wasting time. With Bea's supple folds so freely available, he leaned forward and planted his beak into her supple, wet cunt. She whimpered, gasping, an exploring tongue sieging her inner folds with. . . weirdly expert motions. He wasn't messy, Germ knew where to go and where to luck, tickling her clitoral nub with his tongue as her body tense and fat ass encompassed his head. Steam escaped her maw as she stood, somewhat paralyzed, forgetting where she was.

"G-gah! H-how. . ."

How was he so good, she wanted to ask? Or, was it just because it had been that long? Numerous years of lacking intimate, lewd touches. Years of her "flower" going unattended except by her own digits or hidden toys.

She hadn't made an effort to date anyone for years meaning, well, her sex life was nonexistent. Not to suggest she had time for any of that anyway. Work life was so crushing and all-consuming in this dying little burg so how could she even consider a new relationship?

Once Germ used his slobbery tongue to service her aching pussy, however, a fire set loose in her body. So eager for that touch, so sensitive. Instinctively she did wiggle against Germ's head, outright bouncing her full thick rump against him as he tasted her flavor. Bea was still in outright disbelief it was Germ doing this. Nobody had eaten her out since. . . uh. . . hm.

"Here," she rasped, raising a leg and resting it against some nearby furnishing. This allowed for ample, easy access to her sodden, dark lips, to which Germ was clearly grateful for. He rewarded this new posture with a series of attentive, playful licks, rolling his tongue in and out of her dripping cunt. The dark goth gator pussy was divine while Bea started to hump Germ's face, her ample cheeks gently clapping the sides of his head.

"Oof! Easy!" he protested. "I'll fall!"

A trail of drool escaped Bea's lips as steamy clouds huffed from her maw. "S-sorry."

She was already soaking, and she hadn't even hit her peak yet! It was hard to resist Germ's tongue, a thought she never expected to enter her mind. Maybe it wasn't even Germ, specifically. Maybe it was more she was finally getting her pussy serviced.

Bea had her escapes, her secret getaway over by Red River where she pretended to be someone she wasn't. She often wondered if any of the boys she met there might show interest in her. She wondered further if they'd ever do something like this.

"Fuck, okay, okay," she said, using all her strength to pull away from Germ. Her lips were dribbling with glistening sex as she held onto a dresser for support.

"B-better slow down."

Germ blinked. "I told you I was good."

Well, Germ was telling her a lot of things. How truthful he was being the goth gator would soon find out.

"We'll see," she rasped. Wobbling, Bea straightened herself, uncapping her bra and letting her small but perky chest wobble free, tented by dark-green nips.

Germ notice, licking his beak. "Just like your picture."

Was that a compliment? Suppose by Germ's standards, it was.

"Thanks?" she intoned, composing herself. A small part of her didn't want to be overwhelmed by. . . Germ. Or "overwhelmed" at all! There was a challenge to this, and Bea couldn't let little Germ show her up.

She turned around, showing off her curvaceous body, hands going to hips. She was bottom heavy, with thick thighs and a plump ass as Germ readily knew. But from her tummy to her top, she offered a youthful figure, scales shimmering in the dim light of the room.

"Alright, Germ, you've made a big deal about yourself. You better not be lying."

Without missing a beat, Germ straightened up too. "Yep!"

He unbuckled his pants. Bea's eyes boggled as she could _see_the throbbing bulge hiding behind his undergarments. Oh. Oh my god. He wasn't lying at all.

For the briefest of moments, Bea wondered if she overestimated herself. If he was really that big, could she. . . take him?

Well I manage an entire fucking small business on my own, I can handle this, right?

In matter-of-fact fashion, Germ slipped off his briefs and his healthy, hardening cock sprang free, pulsing and twitching in the air. From the guys that typically hit on Bea or wanted to send her dick pics online, they all sported that unwavering, nauseating bravado. Their dumb, grinning faces was a meteoric turn off. Germ, though, just kinda did it. Yep, I am hung, check it out.

His attentive yet somehow vacant expression didn't change. Rather, he mimicked Bea's pose: hands to hips.

Her eyes wandered around the room, looking at the bed, then back to the challenging Germ. All things considered, this was a little fucked up.

Hey, sorry Gregg, we kinda fooled around in your bed, hope you don't mind.

At once, Gregg's gravelly voice entered her head: Haha you serious that's awesome, you're a freak!

Yeah. Gregg might say that.

Too late to turn back now. When Bea stared at Germ's inches, she blushed. Sure it was connected to the odd bird fella, but still, damn, it was real, throbbing, and dribbling with presex. When would she get to mess around with a cock like this?

Her own heat trailed down her thighs like a thin, lewd river, and Bea decided she had enough waiting around.

"Well?" she said to Germ, looking at him expectantly.

"Well."

"Dude, get in the bed."

Germ blinked. "Oh. Okay."

All pretenses fell to the side. Germ did as directed, going to the lower bunk and sitting on the edge - if not a bit awkwardly considering his. . . size. Bea, feeling a small rush of dominance, strut over and pushed him to his back.

"Ow."

Germ didn't sound hurt, so Bea shrugged it off.

"Alright," she whispered to herself. It had been. . . a while. She didn't want to embarrass herself again. Nothing worse than "rising" to the challenge and then fumbling around like an inexperienced first time. That was the reason losing her virginity back in 11thwas so. . . substandard. Clumsy, too fast, zero foreplay.

Germ was on his back, waiting patiently. He didn't comment _except_when he did. He just stared at Bea, looking over her bottom-heavy figure as she sauntered to the bed.

She took charge, something she never got to do. Anywhere. Not at work and certainly not in the husk that was Possum Springs. Bea proceeded to mount the bird fella, but kept the sides switched. Her fat rump plopped down on his chest with an audible clap, while her snout nosed the shivering cock before her. That should be a good, even trade. She got to fool around with Germ's ten-incher and he could continue fulling around with her thick gator goth butt and sodden pussy.

Bea took the inches in one hand, curious. And, admittedly, a_bit_ intimidated. She wasn't even sure she could take a pounding by this thing. . . so better to start the other way. She licked her black lips and then rubbed the inches against her cheek, getting a feel for Germ's heat, his scent. He throbbed in her hand, and she smacked the thick length against her face a few times. The meaty rod produced a small, thudding sound, and she could barely get her hand around him.

"Fucking hell, Germ. . ."

What was this runt eating!? Besides her.

"Gn!"

He didn't respond. Once again, in his little matter-of-fact fashion, Grey proceeded to plunder her lips with his skilled tongue. He was eager to get back to work, teased before by Bea's damp, hot warmth. Instinctively, Bea worked her hips against the dutiful mouth. Er, beak. She was in prime position to toss and bounce her wide bottom against Germ, nearly smothering the poor bird. Each motioned echoed throughout the room in loud, sordid claps, tossing her full ass against Germ's face.

But while that was going on, Bea huffed and decided to see what she could really do. She closed her eyes and slipped the tip of the turgid, pulsing cock into her mouth, slipping the first inch past her soft black lips. Germ made a pleased noise. . . or so it sounded since he was a little "preoccupied."

Her long, slender tongue explored the tip as her plush lips pursed around the bellend. Then, she started to assault Germ's prick with a variance of little slurps and sucks, forgetting who it was and just focusing on the what: a big dick. She danced along the edge and sides with prancing kisses, leaving messy kiss marks where she touched. Her tongue slithered across every inch, teasing Germ's testes. More presex flowed from his tip, exciting her, making her body go hot. Each time she slurped and suckled the shivering length, Germ responding by diving further into her walls, lapping at the trembling petals.

This encouraged Bea to hasten her actions. She teased the rigid prick more, licking and lapping at each bit of the delicious meat until it glistened with sex, messy lipstick, and saliva. She was half-tempted to spin around and start slamming her hips down on the inviting cock. . . but she wanted a taste first.

"Mnng. . ."

At once she dove on the meat like a predator to prey. Her lips wrapped around each succulent inch as she proceeded to assault Germ with a torrent of sloppy sucks. They were accompanied by her muffled grunts and mumbles, a perverted orchestra mixing in with her oral servicing. It helped that Germ's attentiveness spurred her on, forcing her to provide ecstatic moans with each stride of her soft, wrapping lips.

Germ, in the meantime, was treated to the wild sight of Bea's wiggling, bouncing butt. She rut on his face, sometimes a bit too forcefully. But he didn't mind. Really, in his head, his thoughts were focused. You might summarize it as a simple yup!

Bea wondered how long Germ might "hold out." She also wondered if she wanted to taste him at all. One of her hands drifted to gently squeeze and fondled his test, rolling them round in her silky palm. He was packing, meaning he'd fire off like a cannon.

Gugh can't get him on my face, she thought. Don't feel like an early lunch either!

Nngoh, oh god. Germ's attentions were filling her with spiraling, searing heat. Any longer and she'd lose it!

It had been a long, long time. So what if she was with Germ in this ruddy little town? Dick was dick, right? Germ wasn't the kind to go around spreading rumors, he just took things day by day. Whatever fascinated him, he stuck to. This afternoon, that was Bea. So in that paralyzing heat of her own lustful mind, Bea decided she was gonna' give this bird a ride. Not the guy she expected to hook up with, but stranger things happened. Who else? Dennis from work? One of those older, bloated creeps down the block? No. . . this was fine. Good, even.

She continued to throat Germ a while longer, pushing his ferocious, bulbous cock down her maw. It bulged her, threatening to snap her choker. She even gagged as pools of saliva fell from her lips and pooled onto Germ's thighs. The goth gator released him from her oral prison with a loud, coughing gasp, her eyes watery from the sheer waves of lust.

"O-okay - cough - okay. . . let's. . ."

She raised her rump, pussy now dewy and sticky from her arousal and Germ's attentions. Germ continued to massage and knead her generous, full ass, regretful Bea wasn't essentially sitting on his face anymore.

In a clumsy shift, Bea rotated herself, wiping her mouth and lips to face Germ, looking down at the wide-eyed bird. She didn't say anything, but she didn't have to. Germ, in his own way, understood.

"You ready?" she rasped. Germ's breath hastened, but he nodded.

"Yup!"

Hah. Charming.

Uncertain of herself, Bea straddled Germ's hips and raised herself, eyeing the massive flank of meat tempting her juicy cunt with its presence. She took a breath and then. . .

"Oh my. . . god. . ."

She fell on him and the massive, stretching cock slid into her damp walls. Her suckling petals wrapped around the spire of hot flesh and pushed her to the brink. She had just enough space to "accept" the menacing cock. Bea let off a shaking, pleased, but still astonished cry of painful joy. H-holy shit.

Before she knew it, she sank her hips completely on the domineering mast. The bulge was visible, Bea letting off steamy clouds of drooling, fucked-dumb lust. She couldn't resist. She held Germ's shoulders while his soft, feathery hands went to her hips, sliding across her supple body and scales. At once, she tossed and bounce her fat ass upon the immense cock, rocking the bed in the process. The furniture wheezed in protest as Bea began to assault the inches with a flurry of excited rises and dives, each descent sending a loud SMACK across the room.

How much time did they have? Oh god, what if Gregg walked in? That was both an embarrassing but exciting prospect, even Bea had to admit that.

The slorps and plops continued in a magnificently rude orchestra of Bea bouncing on Germ's inches, her walls tight yet soft. A part of her winced, realizing he wasn't wearing a rubber, but in the hot throes of their fucking all pretense of risk fell to the side. What mattered in the immediate, body-hungry moment was how good it felt, how _risky_it was. Germ was getting his money's worth even though he didn't pay for a damn thing!

Germ obliged himself with a few additional touches, sliding his palms across Bea's chest, squeezing one of her perky but supple mounds, teasing her with a pinch. Even little touches like those incensed Bea to hasten her motions. God, it really had been that long. And her last fuck was entirely unremarkable, setting an unpleasant benchmark for the rest of her young life. When the toys at home can do it better, suddenly the prospect of getting laid or hooking-up sours.

But not with Germ! Or at least, not with his prime, punishing cock. As she continued to bounce and slam her wide ass, she had to give it to him: he was impressive. It wasn't just Bea's previous "experience" coloring her current opinion, he had a way with this tongue and actually bothered to try and satisfy her neglected pussy.

Germ wasn't done yet though! Perhaps getting mounted in missionary wasn't his way of blowing a load. "Now we switch!" he announced.

Bea, through her huffing breaths, looked at him. "N-nuh?"

Switch what? "What do you-"

She felt her boy shift as Germ, with surprising strength, pushed her off his ten-incher with a loud schplop. Bea was nigh enraged to be yanked off that delicious dick, but the other part was curious to see what exactly he was planning.

The best way she could put it was. . . being mounted. In a blur, Bea found herself pressed to the floor, perky tits flattened against the stern carpet as Germ positioned himself atop her. Literally. Little dude was big, but also small enough in stature he could reasonably rest himself on her generous backside. It was a strange sensation, one that cemented his "dominance." But Germ likely didn't see it that way, he just found it easier to pump his dick into her flowery folds.

"G-Germ, what are you - GNUGH!"

All pretenses of Bea being "on top" fell to the wayside, literally and otherwise. The little bird fella hopped on Bea's fat full ass and proceeded to bury himself in Bea's juicy pussy, slamming his hips into her with uncompromising speed and force. Each slap of hips sent yet more audible claps throughout the room, creating a perverted orchestra.

Bea's frame wobbled and her tongue dripped out from her maw, eyes rolling back as she just sorta "gave in." Not to Germ, specifically, more the overwhelming sensation of being pummeled and hammered in a compromising position like this. Her pussy was a hot, sensational mess of sex and arousal, dribbling down her legs and making a small stain in the floor. Germ continued to robustly thrust into her, though funny enough, he didn't grunt or make many sounds as he did. With everything, it was so. . . matter of fact.

Except, of course, when he finally did hit his peak. All the foreplay coalesced into a single, lust-filled moment. Bea's trembling pillows also shuddered with hot, electric waves of "nearing the peak," a pair of digits reaching down to tease her nub while Germ worked over her darkened folds.

"F-ffuuuu. . ."

Once your mind is assaulted with an endless barrage of cock and lust, you don't have much else to say. She sensed Germ's inches shuddering to life, intermixed with grunty, low chirps, the only audible hint he was about to burst.

"Y-yes," pleaded Bea, lost in the moment. "C-cum in me, fill me the fuck up!"

Whether on command or just hitting his peak, Germ strained and groaned. His body tensed and finally that ten inch pipe of breeding meat burst to life, the bellend surging as ropes of sticky seed filled Bea to the brim. It poured from her pussy and stained the floor, Bea panting in the throes of the afterglow.

She didn't even remember Germ slipping out with a loud shlorpop.

The hazy afterglow consumed her, and she closed her eyes.

-*-

"Just hurry."

Now that the "fun" part was over, Bea in good conscious could not leave a mess. Not at Gregg's place. It wasn't only rude, it was still pretty embarrassing.

"Yup," Germ replied, making sure to find the right carpet scrubbers and effectively undoing what had just occurred. He was dutiful in his approach, leaving nothing behind. Bea cleaned herself up in the meantime, taking a thirty second shower and making sure her clothes were in order.

When they were done, Germ trot back to the living room and continued with his game, like nothing had happened at all. Bea sat back on the couch, in disbelief.

"Remember what I said, Germ," announced Bea. "This is only between us."

"Yup!"

For some reason, Bea could take Germ's word for it. He wasn't the backstabbing type. . . even though he knew way more about Bea than ever, now.

Eventually, the door to Gregg's apartment crashed open. Said Gregg arrived, his arms loaded up with bags. He spotted Germ and Bea instantly, smirking.

"Hah! Sup nerds!"

Germ continued piling through his game. "Hi."

Bea breathed a sigh of relief, and then remembered. . . he was late!

"Next time let me know if you're gonna be out, Gregg," huffed Bea. "Not faffiing around at the Ham Panther."

"Naw, it's fine!" said Gregg, closing the door. "Germ was watchin' the place for me. Besides, I figure you guys would have fun together!"

Bea blinked and coughed. Haha, what?

Gregg, however, put up his groceries and stared at the screen with Germ. "Nice, dude, what level?"

Bea rubbed her temples. Did Gregg know? Did he set this up? Ugh, egh. Whatever. Nothing would come of it. Probably.

She did, however, remember to never doubt Germ the next time he claimed something about himself.