Christmas Sweater

By tercio

> be enlightened lizard girl

> you respect mens' dignity and independence

> rape is wrong!

> so is your species' whole stupid romance by combat thing

> you have to earn a boy's love and respect his wishes when he says no

> no matter how horny you are

> or lonely

> or desperate

> you have to respect a man's wishes even if you just turned 25 this November and are starting to get terrified of dying alone

> volunteered to work right after Thanksgiving

> not like you have anyone to shop for

> already ordered Mom and Dad yet another set of matched weapons

> they're so inflexibly traditional

> office is pretty empty and there's not much to do

> could be an easy day if it weren't for Anon

> he's always so mean to you

> he sees the comfy Christmas sweater you're wearing in a pathetic attempt to be festive and scowls

> "WHY CAN'T YOU WAIT TWO OR THREE FUCKING WEEKS BEFORE YOU DO THIS SHIT?"

> "W-what?"

> "EVERY HOLIDAY HAS ITS TIME, AND CHRISTMAS HAS ITS TIME IN FUCKING DECEMBER. D-E-C-E-M-B-E-R. NOT FUCKING NOVEMBER YOU FUCKING JUMPED UP GECKO."

> Rhonda, the Ratatoskr from Sales, pipes in, "Merry Christmas Anon!"

> Anon smiles insincerely and glares at Rhonda, "Look at the fucking calendar. Does it say December?"

> he waits patiently, his smile gradually decaying into a grimace, and when Rhonda doesn't respond he screams, "NO IT DON'T!"

> Anon whirls around and points at your sweater, "SO QUIT FUCKING CELEBRATING CHRISTMAS IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOVEMBER."

> Anon's mana is so enticing but no matter what you do he's always mad at you

> why don't guys like you?

> you're just trying to follow human customs

> you want to cry

> before you can stop yourself you sarcastically shoot back, "You forgot your 'Bah, Humbug' there Anon."

> you didn't want to snap at him

> the power differential between men and monsters means that you should always be patient and understanding

> the fact that you know your irritableness is at least partially related to your romantic frustration makes it even more immoral

> you try to calm down by repeating to yourself 'Men do not owe monsters love, Men do not owe monsters love, Men do not owe monsters love...'

> ignorant of your internal struggles Anon sneers at you, "YOU STUPID SCALIE, I LIKE CHRISTMAS. I WOULD LIKE NOTHING BETTER THAN A NICE CHRISTMAS SPENT WITH A WAIFU AND FAMILY."

> he leans down, looks you right in the eyes, painfully jabs his finger into your collarbone, and snarls, "BUT. IT. ISN'T. THE. YULE. TIDE. SEASON."

> you feel something deep inside you boil over when he lays his hand on you

> you're not sure if your body interpreted the hostile touch as an attack or if you're just having an emotional breakdown but before you know it your wooden sword is in your hand and Anon is on the floor with blood trickling down his forehead

> he gives you a very odd look and mutters something under his breath

> you think it was "finally" ?

> don't have time to think about it as his leg lashes out and sweeps your feet out from under you

> try to get up but something hits your solar plexus hard

> are those tonfa?!

> blindly swing your sword to clear some space, roll away, and kip up

> hear Rhonda screaming in panic and reflexively block a string of Anon's vicious blows

> operating on instincts and childhood training now

> never thought you'd be grateful that Mom and Dad were so traditional

> lose yourself in the fight

> Anon is pressing you harder than you thought a human could

> you're pretty out of practice and your desk job hasn't exactly kept you in fighting trim

> worst of all is how devious he is: a total streetfighter, nothing like the by the book duelists you trained against

> he'd be a challenge for you under the best of circumstances to be honest

> your sweater is in tatters and the two of you have demolished half a dozen cubicles by the time a Red and a Blue Oni from Security show up

> thank God, someone get this crazy monkey off me! you think

> wait, are they cheering the two of you on?!

> Anon uses your momentary distraction to bull rush you though a glass wall and over the break area's railing

> only a one story fall but you can feel the cumulative damage adding up

> have to end this soon

> fucking Blue Oni starts playing the OST from an action anime on her phone as Anon vaults the railing

> launch an all out attack the instant he lands

> not sure how long you trade blows but you hurt all over

> with a final burst of energy you throw Anon through a table

> he doesn't get up

> you sink to your knees, drained

> so totally fucked, you started the fight AND you were the one who introduced weapons into it

> look apprehensively at the Security Onis

> they're leering at you expectantly

> Ugh, whatever. Who knows what those buffoons want?

> try to arrange your wrecked sweater to protect your modesty and start limping towards the exit

> might as well head home and get cleaned up before they send someone by to arrest you for assault

> "That wasn't enough?"

> Anon is covered in bruises and small cuts and is clutching his arm in pain

> he stumbles, falls, then tries to get up but can't

> "Whatever. Who cares about a stupid cold blood anyway?"

> is he... crying?

> the two Oni are looking at you like you're a piece of garbage

> tentatively take a step toward Anon

> "Go away you dumb scale nigger! I don't need your pity!"

> kneel beside him

> "Stupid fucking lizard, celebrating Christmas in fucking November like a fucking nigger."

> despite his harsh words his eyes are wet and he can't meet your gaze

> "Fucking lizard niggers doing whatever they want. Like the fucking Danukikes selling fucking Christmas candy on fucking October 31st..."

> has he been trying to get you to fight him this whole time?

> Does he want you to rape him?!

> Anon's imprecations peter out as you awkwardly unzip his fly with your claws

> he looks away and closes his eyes but doesn't do anything to resist

> oh wow, does this mean he really does want it?!

> bite your lower lip as you see a penis in real life for the first time

> years of strict adherence to Gentlelady convictions are obliterated as your vagina turns into a faucet

> oblivious to Onis cheering and ushering onlookers away as you claim your prize


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> "Mom, it's literally Thanksgiving night. Why do we have to put up all of the Christmas stuff now?"

> "Because it really pisses your father off."

> The young lizard girl was befuddled, "That's a reason not to do it!"

> The girl's mother just smirked and tousled her daughter's hair

> "You'll understand when you're older sweetie."


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