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“…but TH1S is the one I’m really proud of. Look at it! The scar pretty much goes all the way down my back! I really had him pent up when he left me TH4T one.”
You sigh and roll your eyes, not that your conversation partner could notice the second one, or that she’d care about the first one. You are VRISKA SERKET, and you’re really getting tired of listening to your moirail go on and on about her incredible prowess at hate-fucking.
It’d be one thing if you could get away from her at the moment, but this beach that Strider suggested for an afternoon of beachside entertainment only had the one nearby shack set up for restrooms and changing, so unless you want to go flashing your rumble spheres to everyone in the vicinity, you’ll have to get changed in here. And, unfortunately, the only other person still in the changing room with you is the troll girl showing off her assortment of, as she calls them, “battle-scars”.
Usually, being in Terezi’s presence wouldn’t be a problem – again, moirails, and her constant gushing about her sex life 8n’t gonna be breaking that up anytime soon. But ever since she managed to cackle her way into an improbable caliginous relationship with John, you’re finding her company to be more…draining that usual. It’s just a phase, and you know it…they’ve only really been going at it for a couple weeks or so, and she’ll probably cool it once some time passes.
But time has yet to pass, so here you are, trying to shimmy into your one-piece racing swimsuit as fast as you can, doing everything in your power to NOT listen to the origin story of yet another blemish left by her devoted kismesis.
“…oh, this one’s pretty cute too. I think it was the first time he bit me hard enough to break the skin! It’s from a while back, so it’s starting to heal up, but…”
Nope. You can’t do it. Her shrill voice is one thing, but the overwhelming…satisfaction…that lingers throughout her words is making it impossible for you to ignore. You glance over at her with an exasperated look on your face, though you realize she can’t even see it, as she points to an, admittedly, fairly cute bit of tooth marks on her collarbone.
As you consider whether to actually respond, your eyes drift to her outfit. She’s got a particularly daring string bikini on. Black with teal trim for the top, to go with a rather skimpy black bottom, with her sign in teal emblazoned on the front. Terezi might not exactly be the curviest of your friends, but she definitely knows how to work what she’s got…
Hmmm. For whatever reason, your eyes keep drifting to her bottom…no, don’t look at the butt, rails don’t pail, c’mon Serket, eyes elsewhere…yeah, the strings. Looks like she didn’t tie one side very well…might slide off pretty easily. You should probably let her kn…
Hang on.
Oh, that’s a terrible idea. Why would you do that? She IS your moirail, and as great a prank as it might be, you don’t think you’d actually….
“Hehee…oh, almost forgot about you, little pelvis scratch. You’re a fun one, too, back when…”
But yeah, you’re absolutely gonna do it.
You caaaaaaaasually slide up next to Terezi, feigning interest in the newest scar she’s showing off. “Oh, that one is really cute! Though, to be honest, Pyrope, I’m hoping to see if you give as good as you get. John always hides his scars after a night with you…well, he tries to, anyway, the poor boy…so I’m looking forward to seeing what little presents you’ve left on him.”
Terezi giggled happily in response to your praise. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be V3RY impressed with my handiwork. He does heal up, quickly, though…god-tiering does suck the fun out of a few things…but I make sure to leave plenty of new reminders of our nights together…”
You quickly tune her out, as your hand slowly…sloooooooowly…creeps down towards the loose knot on her bikini bottom. You feel the string brush up against your hand, and you begin, very gently, to pull the string. It offers a slight bit of resistance at first, but just a moment later, you feel it pulling free. A quick glance down confirms the job is done, though the bottoms haven’t slid down yet. You wait a second, pretending to listen as Terezi finishes her story…confirming, of course, that she has yet to notice a change in her downstairs situation.
“Well, hey! Don’t let me keep you hanging.” You give Terezi a quick clap on the shoulders as you back away and finish slipping into your swimsuit. “I’m not the one you reeeeeeeeally want to show off to, right? Go on, John’s waiting for you…I’ll catch up in a bit.”
“Yeah…okay!” Terezi flashes her smile, filled as always with intimidatingly sharp teeth, as she backs out of the changing room. She turns to you and waves, calling out, “See you out there!” before she hurries out of the room.
You listen to her footsteps as they fade into the distance…eventually disappearing from earshot, presumably as she hits the sand. You turn, smiling, and glance down at the ground.
A strip of cloth sits on the ground. Black, with strings. A little sign in teal on the front.
You pick up the bottoms, thinking about what you should do with this. You…suppose you’ll hang on to it, so that you can “luckily” find them once the joke has gone on long enough. Sadly, your outfit lacks a good place to really hide something…but you improvise, and stuff the illicit piece of cloth down the front of your swimsuit, between your breasts. Not exactly…comfortable, to be honest, but it’s hidden, at least.
You wait just a second more, confirming in the mirror that the cloth cannot be seen poking out anywhere. Pleased with the results, you stride out of the changing room. You’ll have to stay out of Terezi’s earshot…or…smell-zone, whatever. Don’t want to be the one to give away the game at the start, after all.
This is gonna be fun.