Curse yawned, resting his head against his hand, the bar dry empty. Then again, it was a Monday morning. He looked over at his friend EXE, the Hedgehog doodling on his notepad.
"Hey, Faker?"
"Hmm?" He mumbled, not looking up from his paper.
"Wanna go bother X?"
"Not really."
"Weelll... What about Requital?"
"Nah."
Curse groaned, throwing a slight fit. "Fakeyyy!! I'm bored! C'mon, I wanna do something!"
He hissed, putting his pencil down. "Fine. I have something for us to do."
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Curse thrashed, sobbing behind Faker's hand, feeling fingers forcing it's way into his hole. His legs forcefully spread, Faker having a strap between Curse's legs under his fingers - he always kept one of those toys on him.
"Stop fighting, you ugly bitch!" Curse just sobbed in response, "You're the ugliest fucking girl I've ever heard. You sound like a dying cat."
Curse almost collapsed as he yanked his fingers out, pressing the strap to his hole. "Now be a good little tranny for me, and take it."
