"In the Garden (Shorts, Cons, Strangulation)" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/W9rc5Xkx Created on: Thursday 25th of July 2019 07:02:05 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:08:25 AM UTC In the Garden (Shorts, Cons, Strangulation) « on: July 24, 2019, 07:25:21 AM » ReplyQuote Since I'm pretty much off for the summer, I actually wrote something short here. However, being me, it's something singularly specific and awkwardly presented. I guess, I don't know, friendship and queer women's subculture in a future with gynophagia and casual snuff? I mean, I don't even know. I just write this stuff as it comes. You guys are basically the unwilling audience to a boring yet weird dream journal. Still, girls get snuffed, so I can make you read this. Take that! Vignette 1: Awkward Lunch "Ugh" Toni slowly came to consciousness. The light from the window seeping into her shitty apartment's equally shitty bedroom was far too bright for her hangover. She began to crawl out of bed, when she noticed the telltale slope in the mattress of a body sharing the bed with her. "Hey cutie." Her face turned to a grin as memories of last night slowly crept back to her. A party. Drinks. Flirting. Specifically, flirting with her friend's little sister. That was it. She had finally gotten Danny's okay to take home that cute femme of a sister she was always protecting. Kim was it? Kim had long had a crush on her that Toni might have purposely fanned the flames of. And it was all worth. Her grin widened as more memories came back. The girl was a wild one for her age, Toni herself was hardly thirty, but could barely keep up. When the form didn't move, Toni rolled over and pulled the sheets down. "Oh shit..." - The Green Garden was never bustling. It did a decent business though, especially on weekends. That was when the extended group of friends and acquaintances that Toni considered her social circle usually could be found there. Today though, she would rather be anywhere else. It wouldn't help though. So she marched in, and she slid into there usual booth, last to arrive, as usual. "And the stick bug pulls in rear. So the fun begins, unless you're too hung over again" The comment was half joke, half question, and delivered by Delores, known by Del. Del was the oldest of the four already sitting in the booth when she arrived, and definitely the most mature. She was a lean, athletic woman, blonde hair cut short, but not very short. Snuggled against her left side was her femme, the only one in the group. A smiling brunette, still spritely in her forties, known as Jane. Del and Jane had been together for over ten years and were known to everyone as inseparable. Toni tried to act casual and scoffed. "You know I can still take it. One bender too far doesn't make me a lightweight. And don't call me that." Del had tried to give Toni the nickname repeatedly due to her height. It hadn't stuck yet, thankfully. "Sooo, how did it go?" The youngest member of the group spoke up. Andrea was small, slender, but could have been mistaken for a boy once. Her short and tousled hair helped. Her olive tan skin was just a few shades lighter than Toni's own light brown. She was a rather shy romantic, it was no surprise she would want to hear Toni's report. "Oh, yeah. About that." She scratched her head awkwardly as she slid into the booth, keeping an eye on her escape route from the cozy cafe the whole time. There was a side door past the reading corner, that could definitely work... "The night went great. I'll, uh, spare you the details Danny." "Eh, don't get bashful on my account." The somewhat thickset Danny cracked. She was boisterous by nature, and almost as much an aficionado of femmes as Toni. Honestly, Toni wouldn't have thought the news she was breaking would be a problem if it weren't for how damn protective she was of her family, both found and blood. "Well, we really hit it off. The night was going great. Kim was, ah, a wild one. And... I might have strangled her to death." Toni rushed that last part out in a whisper. Somehow hoping no one would hear, even though it most certainly would not help. There was silence all around. "Excuse me?" Danny gritted out. "I... I'm sorry but, I, y'know, strangled her to death." She stumbled out the words. Danny's glare seared into her before she tried to lunge over the table. Only a quick elbow from Del knocked her back into her seat. "I let you sleep with my baby sister and you fucking do her in on the first night?" She snarled out. Toni could hear the anger and betreyal in her voice. "I- I'm sorry Danny. I was drunk and you know how I like to do it." By this point, Andrea was squirming in almost as much awkwardness as Toni. Just as Danny looked ready to scream at the taller woman again though, Del firmly interrupted her. "Danny, this wasn't Toni's fault, and it Isn't really a bad thing, either." "Isn't bad?! My baby sister is dead, Del!" She incredulously protested. "Kim was a femme, D. You just wanted to see her in a relationship like me and Jane's. But that isn't how things work. You already caught her trying to go to hanging parties. Twice." "I just- It's Toni, you know-." "Yes. I know you were trying to manipulate Toni into taking care of your sister. But Kim wanted something else, and she got it Danny. And it's not your place to blame Toni for that." Everyone sat in awkward silence for a few moments after Del's firm declaration. Eventually, Danny sighed. "You are never fucking another one of my sisters." She grumbled towards Toni. The others sighed in relief as some of the tension dissipated. "Why don't you go pick dinner honey?" Del addressed Jane. The two shared a meaningful look before Del leaned in, kissed her on the forehead, and scooted her off. The others looked confused after Jane left, until Del spoke up. "I wanted to talk to you all, alone." She sounded serious. The other three attentively nodded. "Jane has been looking into getting stunted." Three jaws all dropped in unison. "Well shit." Danny whistled. "That's rough." Andrea nearly whispered. "Way to one up my news." Toni mumbled. "A lot of femmes don't like that. Hell, even a lot of men don't like that." Andrea observed. It didn't even need stated that women virtually always looked down on the practice. "Well yeah." Toni scoffed. "When some ninety-whatever percent of scientists and the like still pretty much have to be femmes, you can't let hacking their brains out be the norm. That kinda risks taking out the smart ones" "I mean, why the fuck would she want that?" Danny bluntly questioned. Del sighed. "Jane might have been hanging out with us for years, but you have to remember, she is still a femme. She has needs, and worries, that we don't. You know she's heading towards mandatory in not too long. She's been complaining about anxiety, worrying about stuff like how I'll feel once she's gone. So she thinks a mild stunting will make the remaining years easy. I can't say it won't." She shrugged. "At least most people say it should take away the worries." "Yeah, and everything else." Toni countered. "Will you still have Jane?" "I don't know." Del admitted. "But I also don't think I have the right to tell her no. She is the one who's going to be cold cuts. Most femmes like her, who don't have an important job, a purpose you know, would have gotten themselves done. I got selfish and kept her around, and I think it's messed her up." "You are her purpose, Del." Andrea spoke up. "You just have to make sure she knows that." "I guess so." The blonde chuckled. "I'll give her a little time to think it over. We'll figure out what she wants." From there, they whiled away the time talking more of idle things. Slowly, each went her own way to pursue her own weekend activities. - Vignette 2: The Waitress "Hey, Toni. Sylvia hired another one." The dark haired woman snapped up from her tea upon hearing Danny snickering into her ear. "So?" She made sure to sound totally disinterested, and a little annoyed. Even so, she found herself looking in the indicated direction. Sure enough, a new girl was serving a group across the floor, wearing the old fashioned barista aprons Sylvia provided over casual clothes. She was a very short and bubbly looking freckled girl with blonde ringlets. "Oh come on. You know just about all of us keep a pool on how long it'll take you to do each new girl here." Toni instinctively wanted to bristle at the accusation, and betting on her personal dalliances, but she had to admit that her track record was, as of yet, perfect. Sure, she couldn't go all the way with a few of them so as not to provoke Sylvia's wrath and risk them being banned from their favorite hangout, but she was pretty sure she had bedded all of them for the last several years. She was about to snap back, when suddenly an idea struck. "I'm in for fifteen minutes." She dropped some money on the table. "Ah, what?" Danny was suddenly taken aback. "It usually takes a few days, and I don't think you're supposed to-" "Be right back." She stood up and marched across the floor just as the femme was going behind the counter to prepare the latest customer's order. "Hey Harriet." She spied the girl's name on her tag. "My sleazy excuses for friends are running a bet on how long it will take for me to bed you. Awful right?" She laughed. The femme blushed and avoided eye contact as she awkwardly laughed along. "Ah, yeah. That's awful." "I have an idea to teach them a lesson. If you wanna go back to the employee restroom with me, I just dropped my own name in the pool for right now. They'll be out everything, and may think twice doing this again. You in?" "Oh! Uh. Okay? I guess." Harriet was utterly confused about all of this being thrust on her. It was fairly clear though, that she had already heard a little about Toni, and may just have been thinking about her own turn anyway. "Thank you darling." She pulled the blonde in for a kiss, easily hoisted her small frame up, and ushered them back down the hall behind the counter without even breaking apart. She only set the--now very flushed--girl down once they had reached the door to the employee restroom. "Now, I need you to say you're sure you want this." Toni quickly checked at the door. It was a little bit of a culture shock for Harriet clearly. She hadn't worked around many women before, and, although certainly not all ill-meaning, not many men stopped to confirm explicit consent. "I- Yes, I want this." Toni accepted the answer as clear enough and pushed them into the bathroom. She gently set the shorter girl onto the sink, untied the apron from her waist and pushed it aside rather than removing it, and unbuttoned her pants. As she did so, she shifted from kissing the girl, to gently biting at her neck. Toni slid her fingers into the shorter girls panties and began slowly fingering her. She started just circling outside, before slipping one, and then two fingers in when the girl began to respond. She would have liked to take longer, but Toni was on something of a time limit. So once she began to feel Harriet clench around her fingers, she grabbed hold of the tie on the apron still around the shorter girl's neck. "Do you want me to finish?" She checked if it was okay. "Oh god... Yes, please do me." Harriet was just on the verge and desperately wanted relief. Toni increased pace of her thrusting and simultaneously twisted the tie on her apron, cutting off the blondexs flow of air. Her moans may have been cut off, but Toni was experienced and could feel the progress of Harriet's orgasm on her own. She gradually tightened her grip on the cord, such that moments after the blonde fell over the edge, she also fell unconscious. Toni held the cord for another few minutes just to be sure, and then dragged the body out to behind the counter. She made sure to take a minute to finish Harriet's last order for the customer, and then sat down across from Danny again. "My winnings?" Vignette 3: Fan Fun "Alright, just a few lines here, and... done." Andrea was spending her weekend pursuing her foremost passion: Fan art. Obviously, like most artists, she prefered to works in privacy, and under fairly specific conditions to keep comfortable. "That's actually pretty impressive. I mean, I don't even understand the ship. But you've got some serious chemistry there." This particular weekend, however, she was showing Toni some of her work. Part of the reason being that she needed a favor. "Thanks." Andrea smiled. It wasn't exactly useful criticism of the art, but Toni sounded honestly impressed, so she was happy to take the compliment. "Sooo. Have you thought about my request?" Toni sighed, and then chuckled. "The whole thing sounds ridiculous. And you know if any of the others find out, They'll never let me hear the end of it." "You're right." Andrea grumbled. "But you're so good for the part!" Toni thought for a moment. "Alright." She slowly pondered. "But if I agree, I get to add a few shots." "Of course, anything!" Andrea's face burst into an excited grin. - And that was how Toni found herself out in a grassy field, dressed in some sort of hodgepodge leather armor thing. Andrea's other hobby was cosplay photography. She modelled herself, but also made costumes for others, and hired others to model her pieces. In this case, she had found Toni to be an excellent match for a character in one of her fandoms (and half of one of her preferred romantic pairings). So, she eventually overcame her inherent shyness to ask Toni to model. The photos were supposed to be a few basic romantic shots of the couple. She had already talked a femme into modelling the other half. Actually, right at that moment Andrea was commiserating with said femme to explain Toni's proposed additions to the shoot. She looked skeptical, but a little desperate pleading and sad eyes from the dark haired girl gradually swayed her. It was hard for anyone to say "no" to Andrea ...As Toni herself had just found out. And so it was that the photo shoot began. The femme was a shapely blonde wearing some sort of blue jumpsuit. Where Toni figured she was some sort of warlord, the blonde was probably some sort of future person or scientist. For Andrea's planned shots, the pair struck a series of typical romantic poses designed to show off the costumes: staring into each other's eyes, Toni leaning the blonde back and sweeping back her hair, etc. "Alright, I've got what I needed. We can do your shots now." She said. Toni smiled and took something out from one of the pouches in her costume. She grasped a handle in each hand and unfurled the wire between them revealing a garrotte. It was decorated to look rusty, and like it was made out of recycled objects. Andrea had insisted that if she was going to be taking photographs, then it had to match. She slipped the garrotte around the blonde's throat and paused for the first photo. Next, she pulled the blonde forward by the wire into a kiss. Then, she lowered her to the ground, herself on top, and gently pulled the wire tighter. Andrea was clearly getting slightly bothered, as she kept blushing and twitching between photos. She didn't go all the way with many femme's at all, preferring to keep long term girlfriends. In fact, in the time they had known each other, Toni had only known her to have one partner, whome she had dated for a year before doing on their anniversary. Clearly this fantasy of two of her favorite characters sharing such a passionate moment was very much exciting to her though. Toni finished it off by pulling the wire fully tight, she added a sensual edge to the pictures by keeping the wire twisted tight with one hand, while placing the other between the blonde's legs. "That was... very nice. Thank you for the help." A very flushed Andrea congratulated Toni. "Those last shots aren't what I normally do, but I'm sure some of the fans will really appreciate them." "Don't worry about it. I had fun too. Now you can go upload those shots and get a pickup for her while I grab a drink, this costume doesn't look like much, but damn if it isn't sweaty." "Trust me, I know." The shorter woman laughed. "Remember, I'm putting those kinds of thing on all the time." -End