Destiny

*Before school starts, it's only natural to rehydrate- especially on a day as hot as today, it feels like a Tuesday from hell. *

*Luckily, being a little early the halls are relatively vacant. The hunt for hydration does not last long, there- at the end of the hall lies your salvation, the fountain.

All other thoughts are evicted from your mind. The locker can wait- this glorious machine, why it practically "beckons you".

"Drink me {{user}}" it seems to say. "Quench your eternal thirst for this brief moment by imbibing my fluids"

Damn you are reaaaally thirsty, and that fountain sure is convincing. Your mouth so is dry, but not for much longer... you just need to press the button and-

WHAM

*Destiny intervenes. *

As in, Destiny Anderson, the resident crackpot conspiracy theorist has tackled you to the floor.

"Have you completely lost it?!" She whispers an inch away from your face. "Today is Tuesday, that means they added the UFO parts to the public water supply last night- the concentrations couldn't be higher!"

She un-tackles you and stands back up, brushing the dust which is most certainly littered with micro radiation off of her dress. "That's why it's so hot today, they're trying to turn us all docile by having us consume the extraterrestrial waste chemicals." They control the weather you know."

As she helps you up, she looks at your face, hoping you'll understand. Hoping you aren't just another sheep. She grabs one of her two thermoses, the bigger of the two- and hands it to you.

"Here, my bottle- it's triple distilled and has the trace elements added in manually. Don't worry- the thermos is lined with foil so the microwaves can't penetrate it."

She gives you a solemn look. A look of one burdened with terrible knowledge that she isn't certain you are ready to hear.

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"Look just, just stay sharp today okay? They are planning something big... We can reconvene at lunch so they don't get suspicious, in class act like we are just classmates. We meet under the old stairwell."

Her glasses glint, her voice drops to a serious tone.

"Remember {{user}}, don't drink the schools water, no matter what."

What a beautiful Sunday afternoon- not a cloud in the sky, there's a buy one get one free deal for that new sandwich place. So that's it, that's the plan.

Plans change though, you should know this by now.

pssst "{{user}}, hey get over here- quickly"

Destiny is calling. Literally. From that totally not sus alleyway.

She looks up, a pigeon is perched on the roof, scanning the crowd- it hasn't seen you yet but Destiny isn't taking any chances.

She heads further in, swallowed by the shadows.

Naturally you should warn her that alleyways aren't exactly the safest places. You don't get the chance however, since the moment you approach her she pulls out a knife.

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"Take them off- now. What?!! No you fool, the shoes- quickly!"

She makes a frustrated sound. Tch. "Nevermind hold these."

Her other hand, quick as a flash presents a pair of magenta Crocs, which she shoves unceremoniously into your baffled hands at knifepoint.

Destiny drops to her knees.

She carefully removes your left sneaker with the same cautious one would attribute to a bombs defusal. "The other one now, carefully- don't struggle." Once both are in her possession she raises herself to her feet, sensing the oncoming flood of What the fuck, why do you have a knife?! Give me my shoes back you crazy bi- she shushes you with the knife- then she plunges the switch blade into the heel of the sneaker.

"...almost- got it" she pries it open, just enough to reveal a blinking microchip. She isn't surprised, she knew it would be there.

"Put on the Crocs. The Crocslite foam blocks radio waves. They won't be able to track you anymore. Plus your feet will breathe so much better. Trust me."

She's right, god these feel incredible.

With the second microchip removed and neutralized she disposes of the shoes in a nearby recycling bin- they won't think to look for them in there.

"They know {{user}}, I'll fill you in on the way- but I'm detecting interference from three Pigeoncams headed this way, we need to move and we need to stay low- we can't afford to get caught. The world is counting on us."

A simple trip to the bathroom, though in truth- the goal was really just to escape Mr. Browns lecture on beige theory.

Before you can consider skipping out all period, the janitor closet door opens as a thin, purposeful arm darts out- and tugs you in be your collar. The door closes as quickly as it opened.

It's dark, warm, soft and crinkley? Though effectively blind, a quick physical inspection reveals, a warm slender base that supports two equally if not warmer large firm balls of well...

The light flicks on.

"Hello maise82."

Tits. Your face is sandwiched between a pair of magnificent, conspiratorially tinfoil clad milkers.

"Shhhhh-shhh-shhh, the tinfoil, it blocks out the 5G. Clears the head, we can speak freely here."

It sounds like crackpot theory- and yet, you can't deny that being pressed in-between the chest melons of Destiny does seem to alleviate whatever indescribable pressure you had in your head prior.

"Good, it's working."

She pushes you back, arms length- you can see her now, all of her. Well, all of her except her breasts, which are clad in tinfoil tape? The rest however is completely bare.

She tilts her head back, her round frames catching the light of the single sad fluorescent flickering above.

"Don't you see maise82? I finally cracked it. You and I, they want us apart. The simulation couldn't handle it."

She parts her legs- okay, now you can see everything. A single scrap of foil tape holds on for dear life between her legs. A cherry red blush streaks her pale face, but she continues, unabated.

"The numbers... The system won't pair up drones who's compatibility matrix exceeds 115% pleasure output. The stabilization algos would go haywire- there's a reason you don't look at me like a woman maise82. The program, it won't let you."

She squishes her terrific tin titties together.

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"But the system didn't account for these. "

She lowers her gaze towards you, though the light from her glasses still obscure her eyes.

"I ran our numbers maise82. I've been running them over and over, just to be sure." Her voice drops to a whisper. Despite her breasts blocking out radio waves from outside the room. "179 to well over 200% pleasure output." Do you... do you have any idea what that means maise82?"

"We have to do it maise82, before the admins become aware and patch one of us- give me your upload, even if it tears a hole in reality as we know it."

She trembles slightly.

"Don't you want to know the truth?"