[Content warnings: dysphoria, mention of suicide]
Just another day at Brin's junk shop. Customers come looking for all sorts of things...electronics, jewelry, knick-knacks and assorted crap of all sorts. Brin has a way of getting nice things at good prices; and as long as the price is good, folks didn't tend to inquire too deeply about where it all came from. Sure, tons of them probably suspect they might be buying stolen goods. But nobody comes to Brin's shop with a pure heart, do they? They come, they buy their stuff, and they walk away thinking that they're better than the queer, fat, trans dingo woman tending shop because they have their normal lives to go back to.
Not that Brin cares. They can think that if they want, but she knows better. While the normies have to jump through hoops to fit their precious ideals, she gets to dress in a black leather getup, with a nice cap, tight pants, and an open jacket without much of anything underneath, 'cause who's going to complain about public exposure when big ol' Brin comes stomping down the street? Nobody, that's who. Either they respect her, or they don't consider them to be 'a woman's breasts', in which case fuck 'em, but they ain't bothering her about it in any case.
Her shop gets a little more color, thanks to the magical lights she casts around the place. The dim, multicolored glow gives the place a calm, somewhat surreal ambiance, whereas the lights outside form a gaudier display to draw the eyes of passerby. Sure, she gets ribbed almost daily about how goddamn ugly it looks, but Brin's garbage shop for garbage still draws customers, doesn't it?
Of course, as closing time approaches, Brin is only halfway through her day. She's gotta receive the goods, and that means going out and meeting with her...sellers. At night, Brin got to play with one of the other perks of having power over light; she could just as easily deflect it, letting her slip under the cover of darkness even on a well-lit street. Not that she ventures on well-lit streets much...with just a bit of light-bending on a dim night, she could practically vanish. Nobody would recognize her with her cloak of darkness, and without the magic being too overt, nobody's going to stare too intently at a stranger they can't see clearly on a dark night. No, they'll just hurry on by.
Most of her meetings pass without incident, but there's one that she's particularly looking forward to...not that she'd ever admit it. She waits in a back alley, her heavy bag of loot hanging over her shoulder. It's not long before the seller arrives, a figure covered in glittering iridescent armor. Brin makes sure the alley is shrouded in darkness, and summons a little fairy light, conveniently unseen by anyone more than a few feet away. In the purple light she can clearly see the figure of the Armored Bandit, all scaled, shimmering plates and an impassive helmet, hiding the thief's identity but giving the news stories a nice image to sensationalize.
The armor disintigrates into nothing as the person underneath lets the spell fade. Under the bulky plates and heavy helmet is a surprisingly small figure, a plain-looking green lizard who couldn't be older than twenty-one or twenty-two. She keeps her outfit simple and tight so it keeps out of the way of the armor; a simple pair of shorts and a sports bra, perfect to avoid catching or pinching on overlapping plates.
Brin offers a short wave. "Hey, Kylie. What'cha got for me today? Better be good."
"Frick yeah. Look at this stuff!" Kylie offers her own bag, and Brin sifts through it. Jewelry, some handheld games, a few pricey-looking gadgets...
"Nice, nice. Looks good. I'll give you...let's say, 250 bucks for the whole bag."
Kylie crosses her arms. "You know, I looked it up, and this stuff is worth way more than that."
"Hey, now...you know I can't pay you full price. I gotta turn a profit."
Kylie gives Brin her best pout. "Can you throw in an extra twenty? For me?"
Brin lets out a long-suffering sigh. "Alright, alright. 'Cause it's you." She counts it out and hands over a wad of cash, emptying Kylie's stash into her bag. As she hands Kylie her emptied bag back, she notices Kylie looking at her expectantly. "...What?"
Kylie leans up and taps Brin on the nose. "You know what. Could'ja meet me after work?"
Brin shuffles her feet and looks at the ground. She'd been hoping Kylie would ask, but...fuck, this is hard. "I dunno if...mmm...nah, you know, I think I could."
Kylie lights up and wraps Brin in a big hug, nearly toppling her over.
"Whoa, watch it!" Brin protests, steadying herself.
Kylie steps back. "Sorry." she says, but she looks too cheerful to really mean it. "See you then!" A shimmering haze materializes around Kylie, and she disappears back into her armor. She takes off, once again secure in her disguise.
With Kylie gone, Brin leans against a wall and lets out a heavy sigh, the tension going out of her body. She always leaves these encounters kicking herself for not saying...fuck, any of the things she really wants to. Meeting Kylie later tonight is gonna be like that too, and...it gives her the crazy urge to just run away, to skip the meeting, to never talk to Kylie again. She doesn't even know where Brin's shop is, so if she just cut off contact she'd be safe from -- from -- whatever the fuck this small, lonely girl is making her feel. She swears under her breath and pounds her fist against the brick wall. Of course she can't do that...she can't just abandon Kylie.

After heading back to the shop for a couple hours of filing off serial numbers and factory-resetting electronics, Brin heads out to the usual meetup spot, a dingy motel at the edge of town. Sure, it's not much, but there's always a room open for real cheap. She checks in at the front desk and heads to the room, sprawling on the thin mattress. What a day...she strips naked, discarding her clothes on the floor and looking down at her heavy form. Heh...it's not as though she can't usually take her own attractiveness for granted, but...it doesn't hurt to have a cute young woman around who wants to fuck her. She ain't getting any younger, that's for sure.
She stares up at the ceiling. Still...Kylie probably deserves someone closer to her own age. Or, you know, someone who could be...nice...to her. Or anything. She screws up her eyes and thinks. If she just concentrates and builds it up in her head, maybe she could say just one nice thing to Kylie tonight. If she can just think of --
The door bursts open and Brin jumps. "Heeeey, sexy!" Kylie chirps.
"Jeez...you're gonna give me a heart attack. Go on, close the door before the cleaning staff gets an eyeful."
Kylie shuts the door. "Right."
Brin looks Kylie up and down. Tube top, real short skirt...no panties. "Adventurous."
Kylie laughs. "Well, I figured, since you always want to get right to it..." She wastes no time kicking off her shoes and straddling Brin's hips. Brin smirks, feeling herself stiffening nice and quick.
"Hope you brought condoms, 'cause I didn't."
Kylie smiles. "Why, would it be that bad if you knocked me up?" She lowers her hips to meet Brin's shaft, but Brin reacts with a jolt, shoving Kylie back. Kylie topples across the mattress, nearly cracking her head on the footboard.
Brin stares, her heart nearly pounding out of her chest. "K-Kylie, I..."
Kylie sits up, clearly on the verge of tears. "S...sorry, Brin, I didn't..."
Brin's face twists into a miserable frown. This isn't how she saw her night going. "Hey, look, it's...I mean, not okay, but..." She sighs and bundles Kylie up in a tight hug as she starts to cry in earnest, sobbing against Brin's breasts.
"I-I-I didn't mean...I just...I'd understand if...y-you didn't...wanna..."
A number of confused emotions flicker over Brin's face, but all the while she's still as stiff as ever. What a sick fuck Little Brin is. Oh well...the night doesn't have to be a total waste. "Hey, I was just joking about the condoms...I got some. Would it make you feel better if we still, you know..."
Kylie nods against Brin's chest.
"Alright." Brin gropes for the condoms on the end table, fishing one out and getting it securely in place. She rolls Kylie onto her back, still crying into Brin's fur. "You, uh, sure, Kylie?"
Kylie again nods mutely, squeezing her arms around Brin.
"Okay..." She holds Kylie close as she enters her, just trying to lose herself in the feel of Kylie's body. Still, she hadn't exactly planned on fucking Kylie while she was crying her eyes out, but...sex always seems to be emotionally stabilizing for Kylie, at least temporarily. She rolls her hips powerfully, a heated breath escaping her lips. Her big, soft hands press into Kylie's back, squeezing her close, and she can hear Kylie's cries turn into choked moans as Brin fills her. Kylie wraps her legs around Brin's waist, clinging tightly as her body trembles with need.
Slowly, Brin allows herself to slip into a sort of trance, just letting go of her confused emotions and enmeshing herself in the warmth of Kylie's body, the feel of her around Brin's shaft, sliding hotly along her flesh. She feels Kylie's body ripple and shudder with orgasm as she moans out Brin's name, and she keeps going, still thrusting, pleasing the girl she wish she could allow herself to call her girlfriend. Another climax shudders through Kylie's small frame, and Brin feels her own release coming. Just as she's nearly there, the thought of Kylie getting pregnant jolts through her mind unbidden, and she abruptly pulls out.
"Brin? Y'okay?" Kylie says breathlessly, looking calmer despite her eyes still being wet with tears.
"Yeah..." She rolls onto her side and holds Kylie against her, lightly running her claws over Kylie's scalp.
"Kay. Sorry about..."
"It's fine."
"...Hey, Brin?"
"What?"
"Why can't we be...you know...real girlfriends?"
Brin shifts uncomfortably. She could just say, we can. "Because..." I love you, Kylie. "Um..." I care about you. "I mean...this is just business, okay? I can't have you trying to kill yourself again, or I'd lose a valuable source of goods. So I gotta keep an eye on you." What, no. That's awful.
"...oh. Okay."
A silence settles, tight like a wound spring.
Brin feels like she's going to be sick. Why couldn't she have said literally anything else.
She needs to say something now, while she still has a chance.
Kylie rolls out of bed. "Hey, I should get going...it's really late."
Oh. Fuck. Oh no. She really fucked up. Kylie is going to leave, and she's not going to come back, after Brin told her something like that. "Oh...okay." Fuck, why is she so fucking useless
"See you...um...next time you need to do business, I guess."
Fuck. She fucking deserved that. "Right. Bye."
And with that, Kylie's gone. Brin sprawls, staring listlessly at the ceiling. Well, this is it. Her life is over. She had a good run, but yes, she's pretty sure this is what losing at life looks like.
(God, am I an adult or a weepy teenager? I sound pathetic.)
Well...unfortunately, when you lose at life you don't just wink out of existence, so, one way or another she's going to have to pick up the pieces tomorrow. Maybe she'll find a way to apologize to Kylie, or maybe she'll just follow through with her earlier idea of forgetting Kylie ever existed. That really would be awful though. She knows Kylie deserves better than that...deserves better than her, really...