Everyone in this story is over the age of 18.
Sarah's situation couldn't get any worse.
The gorgeous blonde girl was completely on display, naked, in front of the entire school. Sarah was proud of her body (as a busty blonde with a flat tummy and slim hips, she was well aware of how others saw her), but that didn't mean she wanted every single person she knew (and some she didn't) to see her displayed like this.
Worse, she was bent over for breeding like a crazed beast. Her tits hung down, her pussy and ass stuck up. This was beyond humiliating. Sarah had sex -- sometimes she even liked it. But being trussed up like a slut made her skin crawl.
And, of course, she'd been shot up with hormones, aphrodisiacs and who knew what else to make her fertile as fuck. So, she wasn't just getting violated publicly, the aliens (or whatever they were) had ensured that she was about to be impregnated against her will in front of everyone as well.
But all of that would have been OK. Sarah could have lived with the exposure, the embarrassment, and the insemination if not for two intertwined issues.
First, her beloved boyfriend, Owen -- the man she'd already decided to marry -- was not in the stall with her. In a cruel bit of luck, they'd paired Sarah's soulmate with her best friend, Clair. Worse, Owen and Clair were setup right across from Sarah. So not only was the love of her life about to have sex with her petite, brunette BFF, Sarah was going to have to watch the whole thing happen. Clair's brown eyes staring right back at her.
That inevitably led to the second problem: the boy they'd placed in Sarah's stall instead of Owen: Reese. Reese was somewhat attractive -- Sarah could concede that -- except for that stuck-up grin he was always wearing. He had short, curly brown hair, and bright, green eyes that always seemed to be smiling about a secret joke. He was tall and trim, though not athletic like Owen. Reese was fine, aesthetically. His looks weren't his defining feature, anyway.
It was his personality that put him in Sarah's bad books. To put it simply, Reese was a sludge dumpster. He was well known throughout the school as someone who took advantage of girls whenever possible. He ran through women like tissue paper, an apt metaphor since most of his conquests needed boxes of them when Reese moved on.
Sarah didn't like to judge. She found that most people were perfectly nice once you got to know them. Even weirdos like Lucas or potheads like Gabe could be good guys if you gave them time. But Sarah knew that Reese was unforgivable.
A boy like Sarah's boyfriend Owen -- kind and caring, handsome and strong -- was rare. Unique. Reese, on the other hand, was easy to find. He was the fuckboy doing your sister, or your best friend, or some other girl he'd just met. And then tossing them to the side when the next girl came along.
Sarah didn't know what made her feel sicker to her stomach. That she was about to be carrying that creature's offspring, or that her best friend was about to be the recipient of a child from her own Owen at the same time.
Well, at least I know things can't get any worse
, Sarah thought to herself.
Sarah glanced behind her. Reese, that cocky, self-centered, misogynistic asshole was standing right next to her, also completely naked, appreciating the view that should have been reserved for Sarah's soulmate. He was grinning like a lunatic, clearly enjoying every aspect of her abject humiliation.
But Sarah had bigger things in mind than her own situation. Her boyfriend and her best friend were right across from her, and she knew she needed to be there for both of them. While Reese slowly surveyed his prize, Sarah looked up and locked eyes with Clair. The cute brunette stared back, looking puppy dog sad.
"It's not your fault," Sarah said.
"I know," Clair said, "But it feels so wrong."
She did look legitimately remorseful; Sarah couldn't argue that. But she also couldn't miss the little sparkle in Clair's eyes whenever she glanced over at Owen. Sarah's soulmate was standing back, completely silent. He seemed unable to look at Clair and unwilling to look at Sarah. Equally torn and horrified.
"Owen will take good care of you," Sarah whispered, "I promise." The thought made her feel weirdly good. Almost proud. Like Owen's kindness with another woman reflected well on Sarah, herself.
"I know," Clair said, but she didn't seem all that comforted.
Sarah decided that she needed to prove her point. She did her best to lift her head up and called out to her boyfriend. "Right, Owen? You'll be there for our little Clair-bear?"
Owen grimaced. Even as he responded, he wouldn't meet Sarah's eye. "I mean. Of course, babe. I just... Is now really the time for this?"
Sarah smiled to herself, ruefully. Her big, tough, football boyfriend was clearly upset. It was cute, but not necessary.
Sarah had been friends with Clair since middle school when Clair's mother had taken her out of Catholic Regional. As soon as they met, the two of them had bonded immediately. Clair was probably the nicest person Sarah had ever met. She was like the sister Sarah had always wanted (unlike her actual sister, LeeAnn, who was a total bitch).
When Sarah started dating Owen freshman year, she hadn't wanted Clair to feel left out, so she'd tried setting up her best friend with other guys. It never stuck. Clair's religious upbringing made her quiet and shy. She was afraid of her own body, let alone boys. But instead of getting jealous or feeling left out, Clair became a vital part of their relationship. She wasn't the third wheel at all, more like the third leg of a stool -- providing necessary support to the couple whenever they needed it. Things might be (literally) fucked up now, but that didn't change how Sarah felt about either of the two people she loved the most in this world.
"Owen, Clair, we didn't choose this," Sarah said, "I know it's terrible but together we'll get through it. Owen, you're still the love of my life. Clair, you're still my best friend. Nothing can change that. I promise."
Clair and Owen shared a look. Then they turned and nodded at Sarah.
"Thank you for being such a good friend," Clair said.
"I love you so much, babe," Owen said.
"We're going to be OK," Sarah said, "We'll get through it and it'll all go back to the way things were. Like it never happened."
"Right," Owen said.
"Of course," Clair said.
Seeing them both reassured made Sarah feel better already. Clair in particular. The poor girl had always been a bundle of anxiety. Even when she wasn't being forced to have unprotected sex with her best friend's boyfriend.
Sarah felt something near her and startled. She'd been so involved in helping her friends, she hadn't noticed Reese walking up to her. The reality of having a naked man standing beside her own prone body became very real.
Worse, Reese was holding his erect penis in his hand. Like offering her a piece of fruit. To her mortification, Sarah found herself staring at him. At it.
Reese's dick was about as long as Owen's, but way thicker. Sarah didn't like constantly comparing Reese to her boyfriend. But Owen's was the only one she'd seen in real life and so it was her only point of comparison.
Despite her lack of personal experience, Sarah knew that penises came in lots of different sizes. Something about Reese, though, shocked her. He had so much more girth than her boyfriend. Thicker than anything she'd ever imagined. Sarah's brain struggled to accept the fact that he wasn't lazily fondling a piece of plastic. As she continued to gawk, Reese's penis seemed to be grinning at her -- as if it was giving her the same cocksure smile that Reese, himself, had on.
