(WARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENT)
Callie’s avatar felt like a phantom limb, she lacked its beauty, a slice of live anime depiction of an American high schooler, blond hair, blue eyes and perky tits (the characters southern accent was absent in a jpg.) But she felt a strong attachment that she couldn’t quite lose. She had no interest in who was behind her friends’ accounts on the forums, not because she was worried about what she would find, but because she knew that they were likely more themselves than their real-life equivalents. Awkward teens in rural communities and dying suburbs, who either hid under a blanket of performative geekiness or didn’t even bother in making themselves known. One day after some lacklustre classes, she slid in front of her desktop and logged on, to immediately be greeted by a new message from a stranger in her inbox. Callie wasn’t shocked; the online anonymity made people much more social. The individual in question went by the username xXLadyrosebloodXx and had a profile of a delicate girl with a small chin and large eyes dressed in a victorian ensemble of black lace set against a background of black roses. One of the girls’ wine red eyes was covered by a large white medical eyepatch. The message in question seemed pensive and shy: “hey, sorry if this is like weird or anything, but I have the feeling that we live really close to each other. I don’t really have any friends outside of here, and they all live really far away, would you want to hang out?” She had reason to be apprehensive; growing up police officers had come into her classrooms and warned about getting molested by older men who ask you to help find their lost cat. But with this; she felt like she had nothing to lose, she would take safety precautions, like meeting in a public place and making sure a parent came along.
The forest around the highway was pockmarked by billboards for local general stores and ugly tract homes. Most towns in this part of rural America were relatively interchangeable, the same collection of glowing fast food and motel logos arranged around an intersection. The chain restaurant where they had decided to meet was an Eat'n Park somewhere around the border between Pennsylvania and New York. Callie was seated in a booth close to the window, hoping to capture a glance of xXLadyrosebloodXx before the real introduction. After waiting for what seemed like an excruciating time, she checked her inbox, afraid that her soon to be new friend had cancelled or was ghosting her. Instead, she saw a just sent notification: “are you here? I’m going to be in the Ladies bathroom.” Confused but with her heart rate rising she slowly got up and manoeuvred herself through the stream of salad bar-goers to the bathrooms on the other side of the restaurant. As she slowly pushed open the door, a slightly hunched individual immediately entered her view. The figure wore a rumpled suit with the top buttons of the shirt undone, it had beige skin that was made grotesque in the context of the head, which looked like that of a hairless dog, with visible canine incisors and wet pleading eyes. “O..oh, hello?” Callie muttered before the peach snout slid under her skirt and immediately began lapping between her legs, causing her to fall against the bathroom wall and twitch and tremble like a poisoned cockroach. This agonized pleasure seemed to last for hours till it pulled back with its muzzle glistening. Callie couldn’t help but roll over to allow for it to remove its surprisingly barbed dick from its wrinkled work pants. This next action felt a lot quicker, but with a noticeable uptick in pain. The fast thrusting coupled with the barbed member made their bodies act like opposing parts of velcro. This sensory overload possessed her face muscles as her eyes crossed and her mouth contorted itself in a silent moan.
After the creature-person had hurriedly buttoned up again and made a hasty exit, she stumbled through the restaurant, it’s buzz reduced to an alienated ambience, and into the seemingly blinding light of the outside day. She found herself raising her phone to her ear in a machine-like trance and calling her mother, who had gone inside the large bland mall that lay across the strip. She was silent for the ride back, the scene outside blurring together in a way that transcended its already prevalent monotony. In the days and weeks that passed, Callie found herself less drawn to the forums. She spent more time studying for classes and a future that suddenly mattered to her. She spent time on making her hair seem clean and natural and cut down on processed foods. She never did have sexual contact with anyone again, not because she felt traumatized by what had transpired, but because she was too afraid that losing the vividness of that moment would cause her to regress back to her old self.
BY AXEL SACK