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Assistant: Title: how to be human
        Author: glasssun2 glasssun2 
        Chapter: 37/42 
        Summary: hey-so like this is just a collection of amphibia fics that i’ve written and made orphaned in the past. there’s also new ones so don’t worryoneshots unless stated otherwise, hope you enjoy this ^^basically nsfw-sfw kind of oneshots .if that’s not your thing i understand and if it is give it a read (:i update whenever lmao i guess when i get inspiration? requests: closed
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            paring: marcanne, sashannarcy, sasharcynsfwgrooming anne’s terrible secret, marcy’s truth and sasha’s fightpart two
          
        

      
        
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    marcy stared at her lap, hands shaking as she realized that her best friend for years had left her. but did she leave her or did marcy fully push her away.
the young teen didn’t know. instead, she was seated on her teacher's couch. weeks after the incident with sasha. the blonde hadn’t messaged her. hasn’t even looked her way in those weeks. it made marcy empty. but she had anne. her teacher was in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of wine for them. she always had one. but this time it was stronger. marcy could hear the sounds of those glass cups, the clink of them driving her crazy. she shouldn’t be here. she should be with sasha. this wasn’t love. she was alone. all she had was anne.
what did she have before? the brunette nervously looked up to anne as she felt her eyes on her. there was something new in those eyes that marcy had yet to ever experience. “Enjoy yourself?” marcy nodded, instantly calming once anne was in the living room with her. she was so dependent on her that anne being in another room nearly drove her to a panic attack.
anne knew this quite well. she opened the bottle with such skill, not breaking eye contact with her student. “you’ve been such a good girl i thought you’d like this,” anne poured the alcohol into her glass. more into marcy’s cup than her own. “what kind?” “red, always red and aged for years...i think it’s as old as you.” anne set the glass aside.“sixteen?” marcy took her glass, waiting for anne to do the same. “that’s my limit,” anne chose to believe she was speaking of the wine. she watched as marcy took a sip. nose scrunching at the taste as she set the glass down. “strong-“ she licked her lips, adjusting to the new taste in her mouth. “mhm. just for you. you’re the only person i’ll let taste this. it’s quite special.” anne reached her hands over, stroking down marcy’s cheek to her chin.
“for my teacher's pet,” she kissed marcy, a first kiss taken from her. marcy’s eyes widened but she instantly leaned into it. kissing this woman who was years older than her, with the taste of sixteen years on her lips. “i love your eyes,” anne whispered as she ghosted her lips over marcy’s eyebrow, then kissed her temple. “so full of…” anne didn’t finish her sentence as she pulled marcy into another kiss.
forcing her tongue into her mouth to taste those sixteen years. marcy so inexperienced let the woman do as she wished, it felt so intimate and special. just marcy and anne.
when anne pulled back marcy leaned forward for more. craving it. but anne said that they should get ready for bed. “no-“ that was the first marcy had ever told anne no. it made the older woman tilt her head as marcy pressed her face to her neck. embarrassed as she desperately cling to her.
“it’s the weekend- and - and i’m a big girl, i can stay up late.” anne smiled, cupping her cheek to kiss those lips again. “you are a big girl, aren’t you?” she took marcy’s glass, which had significantly more wine in the glass. as if anne had refilled it. how many glasses has she had? marcy parted her lips as anne brought the glass to her mouth. pouring in and watching some drops of wine drip from the ends of her mouth.
it wasn’t marcy’s fault. anne just kept pouring even if her mouth was full. and marcy swallowed to her best ability. “so sweet,” anne hummed as she licked the drops of wine on marcy’s face. “will you love me?” anne asked, looking into her puppy dog eyes.
marcy panted before nodding, “i love you.”anne took her into another kiss, no longer needing her glass since marcy tasted just like that wine.
“you make me so happy, do i make you happy?” anne gripped her hips. marcy nodded, “so happy, you make me so happy,” that’s all anne needed. “say you’re mine,” anne nipped at her pulse, a rush of adrenaline ran through marcy’s body. if anne bit down she could kill her. she could eat her alive and marcy would let her. she wouldn’t scream unless it was to tell her ‘more’. “i’m yours,” she gasped out. “i’m yours always.” anne smiled and kissed her neck, “always mine,”anne pushed her down to the couch, crawling on top of her. another rush of adrenaline ran through the both of them. it felt so wrong but neither spoke up as anne kissed down her body, feeling her still-developing body. “no one has touched you?” marcy shook her head. no one. that’s what anne loved. taking this innocence, taking this memory. that’s why she didn’t get marcy fully drunk. just enough so that she’ll remember this in fuzzy memories. she wanted marcy to keep this memory of losing this innocence that she had. even if years down the line they lose touch, marcy will remember who touched her like this. future lovers will always be compared to her.
anne will be her first.
anne will ruin her. she ghosted her mouth over her neck, the temptation to leave marks on her. anne gave in to one of her many desires and marked her body heavily.
even wrapping her hand around her throat, watching those eyes stare at her with that adoration. she could kill her and marcy wouldn’t care. anne went down between her legs, lifting her skirt to see how wet she was. she pulled her underwear down and put them in her pocket. a keepsake for memories.
anne amused herself with the thought of aging these in that bottle of wine and drinking it from the fabric. marcy squealed when her tongue touched her. she couldn’t comprehend the violation of her own body. her mind far behind what her body already knew.the older woman licked at her slit, tasting those sixteen years on her body as if it was the only thing that mattered to her. that thirst she had over those sixteen years.
the attention to her cl@t nearly made marcy sob. it was so much, it was way too much. “a-anne!” she squirmed, unsure if she should push her away or bring her closer. “it hurts- it hurts so good,” she pressed her head against the couch. squirming so suddenly at the nonstop strokes of her tongue. anne stared up at her. eyes full of l@st and desire. she was hers.
aged so beautifully. anne pulled back, face wet, and for a second marcy believed that she would get a break.
“do you want me to stop?” “well- no but slo-“ anne shook her head. “yes or no.” marcy didn’t want her to stop. but she didn’t like how rough and fast this was. “no.” she whispered. “don’t stop.” anne smiled and marcy felt so much relief at that. not a second to waste anne dove back in, slurping and thrusting her tongue in. not even to pleasure marcy but to taste her. she felt like she was in heat and her tongue acted on its own.
marcy, who had never done this before, absolutely adored it. her tongue. it was so much. she gripped onto anne’s hair and came, yelling into her hand as she did so. nearly biting onto the skin. and anne never stopped. it was half an hour later when anne pulled back, face wet and marcy’s face wet as well. tears streaming down her face and she couldn’t even close her legs with how sensitive she was. “it’s not over.” marcy didn’t even know anne left until she felt that anxiety creep up, then disappear once anne came back. she was just wearing her button-up and a strap-on. ill intent in her eyes as she went between her legs. “marcy,” she used marcy’s fluids to lube it up. “I love you.” the younger’s eyes softened and then shut tightly as anne thrust the tip into her. “anne!” she screamed her name, gripping at her shoulders to keep her still. even grabbing at her hips and digging her nails in once anne broke her hymen. “i’m your first,” anne said with that unreadable expression. anne didn’t get to continue when she heard the sound of keys dropping. heart sinking as she saw her mother approach the living room with wide eyes. “mom?” she asked with a trembling voice. fear striking through her like a bullet to the head. marcy looked over to see the older woman who looked similar to anne. they made eye contact for a brief moment before she stared at anne. anger. disappointment. her mother had planned to visit her sweet daughter.“i need to speak to you,” she said calmly and anne didn’t know what to do. she pulled out of marcy and told her to go to her bedroom. she’ll be there soon. marcy didn’t want to leave but the small hesitance was enough to make anne glare. so she ran off, not wanting to upset her. “take that off..you look ridiculous.” Mrs boonchuy said with pure disgust. anne took it off, now noticing the blood on her couch. “anne are you f@ck@ng kidding me!?” she yelled at her daughter. “how old is she and don’t f@ck@ng play that ‘she just has a baby face’ b@llsh@t on me. i know that’s a child.” mrs boonchuy put her hands in her hair. “she’s a kid anne! do you not comprehend that? a f@ck@ng child.” her mother's eyes were watery. anne had nothing to say as she sat there staring at the ground. her life was over. “i don’t know what i was do-“ “you’re not a child anne. she is.” mrs boonchuy looked to the door to anne’s room. closed. anne was trembling, fear. she was afraid. close to crying. “are you going to call the cops?” anne finally asked, speaking up. mrs boonchuy stayed silent, she was hurting as she looked at her only daughter. “no.” she felt a tear fall down her cheek when she said that. marcy was someone’s daughter, but anne was hers. and she needed to protect HER daughter. “no one has to know. no one will know,” she said calmly, not knowing if she did the right thing. protecting her daughter over marcy. “i’m so sorry,” anne’s voice cracked, taking a shaky breath. mrs boonchuy could only walk to her daughter and feel nothing but resentment towards her. but she was a part of her.
she hugged her and rubbed her back, “no one has to know.” it felt like leaving a goat in a lion's den. something will happen. and mrs boonchuy let it.“you’re my daughter. and i will protect you. and i will always love you. even if..” her heart broke as she looked at the blood.
a terrible gut feeling in her stomach. “i need to leave..” without another glance she left the house. sobbing into her car as she thought of that poor teen and the daughter she failed to raise. now alone in the room anne stared at her trembling hand. her secret was out. this was the first time she’s acted on these urges but the thoughts. they never left.
she wondered if her mother is thinking of the past. all the times anne helped a family friend to the bathroom.
let them change in her room.
took them to the park. her breathing grew heavy. it was out there. it wasn’t a dirty secret, it wasn’t a secret pleasure. it was real. it was real and her mom knows. her mom knows she’s sick.
her mom knows she likes little girls.
her mom knows she f@cks little girls. she knows. marcy waited on the bed for anne to come back. she heard a car leave so she figured it was anne’s mother.
oh no. was she going to tell? marcy was fully prepared to lie for anne. the one person who loved her. she was getting anxious from being apart so she hugged onto anne’s pillow. smelling her scent.
she smelled so good. it was hard to describe but marcy could drown in it.  the door creaked open and anne stared at her. “she knows.” anne took steps forward towards the bed. “marcy..you never told anyone about this right?” she smelt like the wine. did she drink the whole bottle after her mom left? “no, no of course not.”marcy backed up on the bed as anne crawled forward. she’s never felt such fear towards someone before. not until those hands wrapped around her throat, “anne-“ she squeaked out. anne slapped her across the face, leaving marcy stunned as she stared at the wall. terrified to look back at her.
so terrified she let anne move between her legs. “don’t f@ck with me marcy,” she tightened her hand around her throat. “you want me don’t you? you don’t want me to go to prison do you?” marcy gripped onto anne’s wrist, trying to push her away. “you’re hurting me!” she struggled out as she weakly kicked, face paling until anne finally let go. “i want those sixteen years marcy,” the teen rubbed her neck with a confused expression before anne rushed to pin her down by her wrists and thrust her into her. “anne!” she screamed her name, kicking at the sudden intrusion. it hurt. it hurt so bad. the heels of her feet slamming down onto the mattress as she wheezed out at anne’s thrusts. “shut it marcy!” she put one hand around her throat and the other gripping her headboard. “you either want this, or you want me to die!”
marcy’s eyes watered and she shook her head. she didn’t want anne to die. anne struck her fist down at marcy’s cheek, watching her head move from the impact. she could hardly breathe.
it was a mistake to look back at anne as she struck down again, and again on her nose. blood poured out and she was choking. inhaling her blood and thrashing her legs. she couldn’t breathe. anne pinched her nose and thrusted with her weight to keep marcy submissive. “you want this. you want me.” anne stared down at the teen who tried her hardest to push her away. anne stopped the thrusts to beat down on marcy, striking over and over on her young body. “they know what i am!” anne said panicking and staring down at a bloodied marcy. nose broken, it had to be. and so many bruises on her face. “you look so beautiful,” anne whispered to herself as she smiled at marcy. she quickly realized there was nothing but fear behind those eyes. she was terrified of her.
and anne liked it. she liked being feared, and she liked being loved. “marcy i’m so sorry,” she cradled marcy’s face in her hands, stroking her bruised and bloodied cheek. “i didn’t mean..i..” she said watching the teen cry pathetically.
“i’ll never hurt you like that again, i promise.” she lowered down so they were in missionary, licking the blood off marcy’s face. “a part of you always in me.” anne whispered as she hugged her. the realization of everything settling in. she just raped this teen who did nothing but loves her. marcy pathetically cried, trembling and shaking in her arms. “marcy..you love me?” she asked. it hurt to open her mouth, voice hoarse as she whispered always.anne carried her to the bathtub, turning on the water and going in as well. she hugged marcy from behind as she kept her on her lap.
wandering hands down her body and between her legs as she stroked her ever so sensitive cl@t. all marcy could do was count the tile and soak in the warmth of the bathwater. -marcy spent the rest of school tailing behind anne, broken nose and bruises all over her body. on the rare day that marcy was alone, she saw mrs boonchuy, instantly recognizing her as anne’s mother.
the woman froze when she saw her and walked away. the bruises and broken nose. she knew her daughter had caused that.marcy was conflicted about this, as she stood there on the sidewalk of this big city. she was glad she didn’t tell, that way she stayed with anne. but these bruises and cuts, because she stayed with anne. it made her feel truly alone and isolated.that’s how marcy found herself tapping the window of sasha’s house. she had to be home, it was after cheer. it took five minutes of tapping before sasha finally opened the window. “what.” she said face to face with marcy. her eyes widened as she saw the condition her friend was in, broken nose and bandages. they looked recent.
of course no one suspected anything from clumsy marcy. marcy sniffled as she stared at sasha. she knew what she was thinking. “i just…” she bit the inside of her cheek. “i missed...i missed you..” marcy could barely get the words out.
sasha’s eyes softened and she leaned over to hug marcy. the hug soon turned into sasha yanking her into her room through the window. “she did this to you didn’t she,” she cupped marcy’s cheek. “yes- but-“ “when i get my hands on her i’ll kill her. i’ll snap her f@ck@ng neck.” sasha was furious. hands twitching from anger as she thought of what she’d do to anne. “don’t sasha-“ “don’t tell me you’re still f@ck@ng defending her..kissing and holding hands is one thing. but this, marcy? you’re smarter than this. i know you are.” sasha looked her up and down. marcy couldn’t tell if this was a mistake. “sasha..” “now that i think of it, you are f@ck@ng smart. smart enough to know what’s going on, right? or do you just want a mommy who will f@ck you.” sasha regretted saying that as soon as those words left her mouth. the blonde’s fists tightened and she huffed. “listen marcy..i love you. i will always love you. but i can’t help you if you’re not willing to seek that help. i can’t force you to. i cannot put my energy into someone who won’t be willing to get help.” she stared into marcy’s eyes. “i’m not going to be the person you run to after she’s done hitting you just so you can go back to her.” sasha thought of her mother, going back to a man who hit her. who claimed to leave him but never did. always going back.
“i won’t let you leave my life just so you can come back in whenever you have these moments. you either stay with me. or you’re gone.” sasha spoke strictly. her eyes watered as she looked at her bruised friend. marcy opened her mouth before choking on a sob.“can’t i have both?” sasha sighed a deep sigh that made marcy brace herself. “no. you can’t have both.” the room was silent before marcy’s phone rang, she didn’t even get to see who called before sasha snatched the phone from her pocket. “sasha no!” marcy tried to get her phone back but sasha had already started screaming at the person on the other line. marcy was panicking now, eyes darting around the room and body growing heavy as she heard a mix of sasha’s and anne’s voice.
it was terrifying. sasha paid no mind as she threatened anne. threatening to call the police but anne reminded her of the lack of evidence.
“you b@tch- i hope you die.” she could hear anne laugh. sasha hung up and glared at marcy. “you love her?” “i don’t know.”-the next day marcy was on edge, she could feel anne’s eyes go through her. for the first time in a while sasha was beside her. holding her hand tightly.
throughout the day she stayed by sasha. but that anxiety was getting worse. almost as if she was having withdrawals due to being apart from anne. was that even possible? after school she ran to anne’s classroom, nearly breaking down. the woman was cleaning up and didn’t acknowledge marcy who was sobbing for forgiveness. “please anne- i didn’t i would never-“ “you lied to me.” anne said before going completely silent again. marcy hated the silent treatment. she sniffed, sasha was at practice. she told marcy to go to the locker room right after class then they’ll be together. instead she began to take off her hoodie, the blinds closed.
anne grew curious at the silence so she looked over her shoulder to see marcy pulling her shirt off. now only in her skirt, socks, and shoes. “anne..i’m sorry..please hurt me.” anne felt so riled up. “hurt you?” marcy nodded and bent over anne’s desk, lifting her skirt to expose her ass. “hurt me. i deserve to be punished.” anne nodded. “yes you do..i mean you left me so suddenly..especially after you just said you loved me? who does that?” she grabbed a ruler and thrashed it against her ass.
marcy yelped and gripped the end of the desk. “and then you go to your little friend?” she smacked her again. “waybright.” she smacked her more times until anne was sure she saw blood. marcy was trembling, flinching when her finger gathered some. “you’re supposed to be mine.”“a-always-“ she yelped as anne spanked her again with the ruler, she could feel the blood trickle down her thighs.
anne leaned down and licked from her thigh to the gash on her ass. rubbing her tongue along the thin line to taste the blood from her. anne then pulled down her panties so she could lick her slit. all of her tasted so amazing.
the two were so caught up in their moment they didn’t notice sasha had walked in. “marcy!” sasha screamed her name. the two flinched up and before she could run off to get someone anne grabbed her by her arm and threw her into the classroom. locking her door.
anne mentally scolded herself for being so reckless. how could she forget to lock the door? at least it was only sasha. said blonde was currently yelling at marcy for coming back. she didn’t understand how marcy could go back to her. she looked pathetic, bent over the desk, bandages on her face and skirt pulled up. exposing everything. and sasha would be lying if she said it wasn’t attractive. anne grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back and grabbed a handful of her hair, kicking the back of her knees so now sasha was kneeling on the ground. “STOP!” sasha screamed before having her face pressed to the ground. “thought you were tough huh?” anne giggled, “what happened to killing me? you can’t even get out of a simple hold?” she pressed her down harder. sasha was kicked out and tried to escape. grunting and yelling. “get off! get off! get off!” sasha squirmed, crying out as she felt so powerless. she swore she could kill anne, but she felt so weak.she said she could, but her arms were tired and she couldn’t even raise her head off the ground to properly scream for help. but even if she could scream for help would she?
the embarrassing sight of being pinned down, losing before the fight had even begun. sasha struggled more, sobbing now as she felt humiliated for being pinned so easily. but the way anne had her arm bent hurt, it was twisted behind her back and she’d put pressure.
she made one more strong attempt to free herself before she heard a pop. anne had dislocated her arm. she couldn’t even scream as she gave out, eyes wide and in a puddle of her tears and spit.marcy stared down at the one person she believed could survive anything. and she saw a scared broken girl who had suffered because of her. “sasha..” sasha looked up, sniffling before anne yanked her head up. “marcy,” anne said her name softly. anne twisted sasha’s arm, hearing her weakly cry out before anne held her to her chest on the ground. she had locked her legs with sasha’s to keep them open.
“marcy. sasha. you both have a decision. either i can take you sasha, or marcy will.” sasha shook her head with a sob. “please don’t make her,” she didn’t want her first time to be like this. “and when we get to my house, i’ll start the real fun.” anne pressed her lips to her temple as she whispered. anne could bite her cheek, her cute little cheeks. ruin her.“so, who’s it going to be sasha.” anne asked the blonde who spoke through her shakiness to say marcy. marcy shook her head, “anne please don’t. i cant- she doesn’t want-“anne twisted her arm and slapped a hand over sasha’s mouth to prevent her from screaming for help.
“you better do it marcy, take her.” marcy felt sick as she kneeled to sasha, looking into her crying eyes and whispering that she’d be gentle.
the first lick of sasha’s c@nt had the blonde sobbing, she didn’t want this anymore. she never wanted this. she didn’t want her first with marcy to be like this.marcy felt sick as she molested her friend. sobbing into sasha as she felt so broken. all while anne watched and whispered to them how much fun they’ll have. marcy tongued at sasha’s cl@t, the blonde tried not to moan. in so much pain already, both physically and mentally. soon sasha had her @rg@sm torn from her in the most painful way as marcy hugged her and apologized over and over. all sasha could do was lean back on anne and try to catch her breath. she didn’t even fight back when anne kissed her. and they didn’t argue when she took them to her house. they didn’t even say stop when she drank those sixteen years from them.she could eat them alive, and they wouldn’t scream.
  
  

    
      
        
        
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