<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/6ySw6Sb.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Kimberly Danielson</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Cafeteria<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Adrianne, Dorothy, Ricky<br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304160.msg14846711#msg14846711">Quote from: SithMistress on 03-05-2019, 04:11:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Kim. Want me to spot for for you? You know I can keep that bag from moving on you. I'd offer to spar, but you know I'm a ranged fighter."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>As the offer was made, Kim paused for a bit, considering.  At first, she'd been horrified at the idea of seriously learning to fight.  As strong as she could get, it was more than possible that she'd hurt someone, especially when she was having a rough day.  Today felt like a<em>very</em>rough day, when she really did want to hurt someone, even if she knew it wasn't a very good idea.<br/><br/>"Maybe later," she agreed.  Maybe it would be fun to learn, even just the basics.  Maybe having some way to defend herself would make her stop feeling so frustrated and helpless, even if she couldn't imagine she'd seriously be able to kung fu several cops to the ground if things got bad.  Still, it might help get out a little aggression, which would help.<br/><br/>What would<em>really</em>help was giving her balls a good emptying.<br/><br/>As Dorothy came over, Kim noticed, chewing her pancakes.  Rage showed in her eyes, not at Dorothy, but at the situation.  She was about to comment, but needed a minute to chew her food, and before she got the chance, Dorothy was gone.<br/><br/>Probably for the best.  Kim knew she had a hard time keeping her eyes on Dorothy's face, and Dorothy had to notice by now.  Ideas of payback never even entered Kim's thoughts, even if her imagination was no less primal.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304160.msg14847725#msg14847725">Quote from: Dashenka on 03-05-2019, 23:04:03</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Yeah yeah.. I know you're not into futanari. But if you ever need help.. you know... getting your release, I got two perfectly fine hands and a mouth."<br/><br/>She giggled and looked at her friend. <br/><br/>"Just saying.. I know you don't use the extractors anymore so if you ever need help.. Let me know alright?"<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>At the idea, Kimberly paused for a moment, a big part of her not liking the idea, but still tempted all the same.  Sometimes she just<em>ached</em>, and today was already looking to be a bad day.<br/><br/>Much of the conversation about whether she was a monster simply disheartened Kimberly, and she decided not to enter into it.  Her eyes drifted sorrowfully to the corner.  The mention of a new extractor assistant, however, had her attention.  "Haven't seen her yet.  I wonder if she can fix them up properly, though, so they're not apt to rip your dick off..."<br/><br/>The malfunction Kimberly hadn't been severely life-threatening, and had lasted less than a minute of objective time, but those fifty-odd seconds had been an absolute nightmare.  Thankfully, all she'd had to show for it was a bruise that faded after a few days.<br/><br/>Kim knew she was going to need<em>something</em>to help her through the day.  She just didn't know what it'd be.