Glancing down, Mari locked eyes with a frightened black-haired tiny guy. "Um...yeah? Can I help you?"
The tiny stammered. "Y-You're Mari Fuertes, right?"
"Yep, that's me!" Mari grinned. Even three weeks later, she was grateful that she could be back in high spirits again knowing that the redheaded pervert was permanently taken care of. "Did you need me for something?"
"I-I have a story to tell you." The frightened-looking tiny said, and then he launched into a tale. With every word out of his mouth, Mari's shock and disbelief grew.
The tiny talked about how he'd been cornered by Penelope one day, and the girl threatened to make him a permanent stain in the toilet bowl of the teacher's lounge toilet if he didn't help her with a scheme. Similarly, she blackmailed and threatened his two friends into doing the same, claiming to effectively kill them if they disobeyed her. Afraid for their lives, the tinies agreed, and were each given affected-sized cameras and tasked with sneaking into the girl's locker room and taking pictures of undressing girls. After securing the photos, they were then ordered to drop the cameras off at a secure location, and it was there that the black-haired tiny telling the story mentioned seeing a blue-dyed-hair girl retrieve the cameras and run off with them.
Mari initially refused to believe the story, but after asking to use the bathroom so she could leave study hall, she found the other two tinies and they told similar stories. Again, Mari refused to believe that her best friend could be capable of such evilness, nor what Penelope's motive was. However, Mari recalled a blue-haired girl in the photography club, so she risked a visit to the photography club room and found the blue-haired girl in question. Pulling her aside, Mari demanded verification of the story that the three tinies had told her.
The blue-haired girl sighed. "Yeah, yeah, it's true. Penelope had those little guys take the shots, then I'm the one who used them to run the fake social media account that leaked them." The girl held up her hands. "I'm sorry, okay! My family isn't rich, but I've always had my eye on this big photography school. Penelope promised me that she'd help get me the money if I did this for her! I'm sorry!"
The girl's words shook Mari to her core, and hearing the story from an unaffected made it now possible to ignore the truth that Penelope really was twisted enough to threaten innocent tinies into taking illegal pictures, and then to bride this desperate girl to leak them online.
"But why?" Mari asked, her confusion beginning to give way to anger.
The girl shrugged. "I don't know, but that girl is messed up. I've seen her sneaking around hurting tinies plenty of times, especially this one particular dude. I think that she once said his name was Mite?"
Mari's eyes widened. More than once, she'd heard Penelope slip up and say 'Mite' instead of 'Matt' when the three of them were hanging out. Mari knew she was the latecomer to Penelope and her boyfriend's friendship, and had assumed it was just some teasing nickname or long-running joke.
The girl continued. "I also know Penelope bought this red wig and some pale makeup. Guess she wanted to disguise some poor tiny as her make-believe pervert? I know she was the one who started the rumor about him being a redhead." The girl sighed. "Jesus, again, I'm sorry. I really regret doing this. Do you...forgive me?"
Mari didn't, but that was because she wasn't hearing the girl anymore. As soon as the girl had mentioned the wig and makeup, the horrific truth of what Penelope had done dawned on Mari...as well as the even-more distressing realization of where her boyfriend had been these past few weeks, and what Mari herself had been manipulated into doing to you.
*****
You were barely thinking straight.
You'd been in plenty of rough situations before, and situations that had lasted far longer than the three weeks you'd been glued onto Rio's dildo now. There was the four weeks you helped to support the feet of Mari by being her insole, the month and a half practically lost in the sweaty fleshy depths of Ashley's ass, and the summer you spent as a yoga mat for your mother and Jenna. But of all those times, none had felt so traumatizingly violating as this. So dehumanizing.
Rio was relentless, not missing a single day in putting her dildo, and therefore you, to use. Whether it was her crotch or her ass, Rio rammed you inside of her with vigor, getting you absolutely smeared along her most sensitive orifices, and getting you covered in an assortment of her juices as she pounded her body into your own. The glue Mari had used on you stuck, and you remained completely and utterly incapable of escape or notice as time after time Rio had her way with you, devastating your entire being as she herself gasped and moaned in ecstasy. And then, Rio would clean you and the dildo with a rag, drop you into her dark drawer for another twenty-four-ish hours, and do it all again the next day.
It was to the point where when the drawer opened you barely even registered it, well on your way to dissociating from this nightmare and embracing insanity. It was only when you felt cold liquid pour over you that dissolved the bonds of the glue that you finally truly saw through your hazy smeared eyes the visage of your girlfriend. And instead of looking furious, or smugly cruel, she looked heartbroken. She was crying, fat tears running down her cheeks and plopping onto your body. You were stunned, and remained motionless as Mari peeled you from the dildo, ripped away your fake red wig, and wiped off your pale makeup, returning you back to looking like yourself.
Mari then cried even harder as she cradled you against her cheek and buried you in kisses. Over and over she apologized for what she'd done to you, and revealed that she'd discovered the truth of the scheme and also of Penelope's latent cruelty. She promised that she never meant to hurt you, and that she'd do anything she could to make up for the past three weeks. Numbly, you'd simply asked her to hold you, and Mari had eagerly obliged, taking a seat on the couch and nestling you between her boobs as she wiped her tears. In minutes, you'd fallen asleep against her smooth skin and melodic heartbeat, feeling warm and fuzzy inside. The memories of being rammed inside Rio over twenty days in a row wouldn't fade for a long time, but everything was finally back to normal.
And it was then that Mari snapped the picture.
*FLASHBACK ENDS*
Your life changed in a pretty major way after that whole ordeal, because it was when Mari ended her friendship with Penelope.
Penelope didn't even try to deny the charges when Mari angrily confronted her at school the next day. What she did do, though, was completely break down sobbing, showing more vulnerable emotion than you'd ever seen from her, or ever had since. She sobbed, screamed, and begged Mari to not cut her away, tearfully exclaiming that Mari was her best friend and only bright spot in her life. You saw the hesitation in your girlfriend's eyes, but when Mari told Penelope to genuinely apologize and all would be forgiven...Penelope didn't. Whether for pride, or stubborn principle, or whatever hate-filled vigor drove Penelope to torment you...she couldn't say the word 'sorry'. So Mari cut her out completely and never looked back.
Of course, Penelope then swore undying revenge on you and her subsequent schemes were even more heartless and life-threatening as she plagued you for the rest of ninth grade and then all of high school, only vanishing after graduation as she moved away to college. But at least, through all of that, Mari was now in your corner.
That was something worth being happy about.
1) Someone points out a picture that connects to a time after Penelope and Mari's break-up, where Penelope put you through another harrowing scheme in her effort to get revenge on you.
2) Someone points out a picture earlier in life when Penelope and Mari were still best friends, and the three of you couldn't be in a room for more than a minute without Penelope utilizing Mari to torment you in some way.