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It was hot.

That was all Giggles could think about as she stared up at the familiar crane of Crane Town, sighing. It was another typical market day, with people bustling about the main square doing their business. There was Curtis, on his daily mail run. And there went Maldrick, the treasonous bounty hunter, into the hotel behind her with another whore.

To the right of Giggles was her brother, Laughs. L for short. His real name was actually unknown to her; he had never revealed it recently, and Giggles couldn't remember if he had ever revealed it in the first place. All she really knew about him was he was a much taller, much more muscular version of herself. With a penis. And a left arm. He was currently arguing with yet another grumpy customer who had somehow managed to piss Laughs off.

Giggles sighed again.

She turned her head to her table. She was in her usual spot, watching people walk by as she sat at her table, waiting for someone to approach her in order to buy anything she had on hand. Ammo, food, scrap, and even some illegal commodities were all stashed away under her desk, in her coat or in the crates to her brother's side. She watched as Laughs shoved the man to the ground, pointing his signature Mendel 10mm at the man's head. The man quickly scurried off, holding his jaw awkwardly after the uppercut delivered by Laughs.

It was very, very hot.

It had been over an hour since someone had approached her to buy anything, and she felt the day couldn't go any slower. Yet tomorrow was her day off; a friend she had hired to work for the next few days would be coming into town, and she was glad to finally have some time to herself. Giggles adjusted her ARM, Augmentive Replacement Manipulator, so it sat more comfortably on her waist. With her other hand, she was wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Yet another sunny day in CT." Laughs sighed and cracked his neck, leaning against the wall behind the two. "And we haven't had a single fucking sale all day."

"Don't remind me," Giggles responded. "I'm pooped, and wearing these robes don't help in this damn heat."

"Then take them off." Laughs said pointedly. He nodded to a familiar face as someone walked by.

"You know why I can't do that, baka." Giggles let her inner Japanese slip out a bit. "I'm a freak."

"You're not a freak, G. You're just..." Laughs turned towards Giggles, letting out a short breath, and put his hand on her right shoulder. "You're just different. A bit of radiation doesn't make you a freak."

Giggles felt the weight ease off of her shoulder, both physically and mentally. Laughs was always there to comfort her, regardless of what exactly was troubling her. She smiled a bit under her skull biker mask. She turned to Laughs, who was wearing a similar smiley mask. She admired the way he kept his clothes clean, and she always tried her best to do the same; they were a marketing duo, after all. Her heart warmed as his mask's mouth curled upward, showing he smiled back.

Giggles adjusted her long, black hair under her hood, and leaned forward, pulling out a piece of paper and a pen. With that, she began to doodle.

Thus, the day passed on.

It was getting late in Crane Town, and the locals were beginning to recede from the streets. The CDF still stood at their posts, ignoring the heat and the constant berating from civilians as they walked by. Giggles and Laughs were still at their table.

And they still had't made a sale.

Giggles sighed. Again.

"Welp," Laughs strained, cracking his back. "I dunno about you, G, but I'm going to bed. It's almost 10."

Giggles looked up at the sky; the moon was in full bloom and the blazing heat had finally faded a bit, though not entirely. She could feel the sweat pooling in her boots.

"You go ahead, L. I'll hold the stand for tonight." Giggles put down the paper, now adorned with an etching of a dragon. "I'll see if I can net us some cash before the night's over."

Laughs snapped his head towards Giggles. "You're not one for working alone."

"I just don't feel like sleeping yet." Giggles lied. "I... I'll just try to make a sale and head right in, okay?"

Laughs let his shoulders sag "Alright. Just get back by 1, at least."

"Mhm."

After Laughs left, Giggles sat there, admiring her dragon drawing before folding it and stuffing it into her bra. She felt bad about lying to her big brother. She continued working her art, pulling out a fresh piece of paper and again etching lines into it with her signature black ink pen. While some people still walked by, shooting her glances, still none stopped at her table to buy wares. Her perfectly good ammunition was sitting right beside her, and some on the table. She knew these folks needed ammunition, and she even sold it at a good price! And yet, nobody came close.

Giggles knew why. Who would want to come near a freak?

There was a reason Giggles wore her robes. She was born from an irradiated mother; mutation was uncommon thanks to the cure for the RAD-X virus, however there was one thing it couldn't cure. Genetic mutation. Giggles was born with skin and lung cancer, causing her skin to look pale, thin, sunken and yellowish in tone. Her lung cancer caused frequent coughing fits, though it was thankfully suppressed thanks to Dr. Cole's perscription. Thinking of such, she popped another pill of the medicine into her mouth, downing it with a quick swig of water before covering her mouth again with her mask.

The streets were empty now, save for a lone CDF guard near the bar and a drunken man being dragged behind him. But Giggles knew she was being watched. Crane Town had its fair share of perverts, and her skinny, flat-chested frame was considered sexy to many. She pulled her robes tighter around herself, cocking her ARM into a resting position on the table. Then, she felt it.

She had to pee.

Going to the bathroom was never an easy experience for Giggles. After a close call with a Slugger in the sewers, she almost never went alone - she always had Laughs or someone else stand outside to keep her safe. But whereas Laughs was probably asleep, she had to chance it and go alone. Groaning from the stress of moving, she stood up from her chair. Her muscles and back screamed in protest, before she stretched them out and cracked her back. She put both hands on the table and leaned forward, pushing her butt out so her back cracked even more - it was always easier that way.

Somewhere, she heard whispering.

Giggles whipped her head around. There was nobody in sight. She heard some talking coming from the bar, and a few choice words coming from behind an alley. The source of the whispering was nowhere to be seen; she was the only one on the street now. Sliding her chair back into the table, she stretched her legs once more before heading in the direction of the CDF bathroom across the street.

Climbing the ramp, she ascended into the second floor of the CDF Barracks. She went to the back of the building, spotting the toilets. They were kept in pristine condition by the CDF, and the building actually smelled quite nice thanks to the CDF's high standards. She walked into one of the stalls, sliding the curtain shut behind her before starting to undo her belt.

Then she heard more whispering.

This time, Giggles knew it was nearby. She froze completely still, listening for any more, but it had stopped again. She slowly turned her head around; thankfully the CDF had completely sealed off the walls of the bathrooms and showers, making it impossible to spy on her, but she knew someone could be outside.

Outside the curtain, waiting to find her with her pants down.

Ready to grab her by the neck with their huge, mutated glove-hand.

Ready to force her to the ground and pound her chest until she coughed up blood.

Ready to rip off its mutated Slugger helmet and take a bite out of her neck.

Ready to whip out its mutant cock and tear off her pants.

"Hey!" A shout rang out from across Crane Town, snapping Giggles out of her flashback. "Get back here, you sneaky little shit! I'll teach you to steal my wallet!"

Giggles' heartbeat slowed. She was still in the bathroom, with her belt undone and her zipper halfway down. She quickly checked behind her, and was relieved to see the curtain was still shut. Sighing in relief, she turned back around and faced the toilet. It was, as usual, pristine clean. Feeling her bladder push against her belly and the urge to go increasing, she pulled her pants down and did her business.

After washing her hands at a nearby sink, Giggles began the walk back to her table. She began to exit the building when she heard movement behind her. Quickly wheeling around, she drew her Peacemaker and pointed it directly at whoever made the sound.

It was pointed directly at Laughs, who quickly raised his hands in a mock surrender.

"L?" Giggles said, lowering her Peacemaker.

"Hey G. Had to take a leak." Laughs went behind the curtain of one of the stalls, disappearing from Giggles' sight.

Giggles inhaled, sliding her Peacemaker into her belt where it belonged. She turned again and went to the exit, descending the ramp and sitting back in her chair. She stared back out at the empty street. Leaning back in her chair, she sat, waiting for any more customers to show up before she headed off to bed. When none came for almost an hour, she decided enough was enough. She looked at the pornographic drawing she had scribbled, feeling satisfied.

On the paper, the tentacles of a monstrous beast forced themselves into a defenseless girl. Semen poured out of the poor girl's womanhood. Giggles smiled; this is why she really wanted to be alone. If Laughs had seen her drawing this, she would certainly be questioned. In secret, Giggles sold her drawings to old perverts for extra cash. Sometimes, she even kept them for herself. She blushed, remembering her personal collection, and her blush deepened as she imagined herself in place of the tentacle monster.

Shaking her head to clear her mind, Giggles packed up her wares, stuffing them in a crate and locking it, before pivoting on her heel and walking towards the hotel building behind her table. She began climbing the ramps to the third floor. She passed a masked man dressed in purple on the way up. While odd, such wardrobes were commonplace in the wasteland. Any clothes will do if they protect you from the sun during the day and the cold during the night. She reached the third floor, turning left into the secondary hotel building.

Laughs had room 5, and it would seem fitting she take the one beside his room, but the door wouldn't budge as she jiggled the handle. Groaning in frustration, she peered through a crack. The drunk from earlier had taken the room before her. He was snoring away in the bed, not bothering to even disrobe before flopping into it. Giggles rolled her eyes and began the walk to the adjacent building, which had 3 more rooms. Rooms 3 and 2 were taken. She wasn't able to see into room 3 thanks to a shirt hung over the crack in the door, and she didn't want to look into room 2 thanks to the orgasmic noises coming from it. The only room left was room 1, which was right beside the room with the couple having sex.

Giggles would have won a sighing contest if such a thing existed.

Giggles turned and entered room 1, letting herself relax as she saw it was empty. Thankfully the couple next door had hung a few clothing articles over the cracks in the wall, preventing her from seeing in, but the noises still resonated through. She felt her face go red hot once more as she heard the female of the couple moan in pleasure.

Giggles wasted no time. She quickly tossed her rucksack on the floor, locked the door and stripped down to her underwear. She cautiously removed her mask, letting her hair fall out of its ponytail and flow freely down her back and face. She released her ARM from its socket, feeling the heavy weight being lifted from her left shoulder. She set the ARM next to her rucksack on the floor. She opened her rucksack and pulled out a small mirror. Without a second thought she peered into it.

Staring back at her was a young Japanese girl with a skinny, round face. Her partially slanted left eye was a sign of her Japanese heritage, and her messy black hair covered her right eye. She looked at her teeth, kept pearly-white and sharp, and then back to her reflective white eye. Thanks to cat eye syndrome, her eyes reflected light, similar to a cat's. Her brother had the same mutation, a sign of their bloodline. She looked at her thin lips, her pale skin and her numerous scars. She continued staring at herself, admiring her every detail. It wasn't often that she got to take a look at herself in private. Laughs' words resonated in the back of her head.

"You're not a freak, G. You're just different."

Maybe he was right. She wasn't very ugly, was she? Giggles stood, ignoring the sounds from next door, and admired her body. She was very skinny, nearly anorexic, with a flat chest and a short build. While she wasn't as well endowed as some of the other women in town, she still had a nice, round butt and slim figure. Her jet black bra and panties covered her naughty bits. Giggles felt a pang of hope - some men liked petite girls. Giggles looked back in the mirror to her scars. Humorously, she was reminded of a zombie comic she had read; she almost looked like one, with her pointed, white teeth and wide mouth. It certainly made her unique.

"You're just different." Giggles whispered her brother's words to herself. Giggles smiled back at her reflection, admiring the way the light reflected off of her teeth.

Suddently, she heard a moan next door, followed by a splatter. Her smile quickly disappeared, her face going beet red as she realized what had just happened. One of the two had finished, presumably the male guessing from the repeated gasping and subsequent splatters. Giggles squeaked as a white gob of juice found its way through a hole in the wall, flying past her and almost hitting her in the belly. She quickly covered her mouth, stifling a laugh at her own surprise. She squeezed her legs together, feeling her panties wet themselves with anticipation.

Giggles let her guilty mind run astray. She thought of what it would be like to have a boyfriend. What it would be like to have sex with someone who loved her. Giggles was still a virgin. She wondered what it would be like to have a man's thick, quivering hot rod inside her for the first time. Would it hurt? What if she got pregnant?

"Damn, babe," a girl's voice rang from room 2. "That's gotta be at least a gallon."

Quickly gathering her thoughts, Giggles slid into bed, covering herself with the sheets before switching off the solar lamp on the bedstand. She did her best to ignore the post-coitus panting next door as she shut her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of cool, clean silk against her skin. The relaxing summer wind whistling through the cracks in the building. The feeling of relief on the soft spring mattress. The weight of her eyelids closing. The feeling of security as she drifted off to sleep.

But she couldn't sleep. No matter how hard she tried. She tossed and turned in her sleep, long after the duo next door went to sleep themselves. She pressed her legs together, trying to ignore the burning of her loins as she remembered the jet of semen that had almost met her stomach.

The jet of semen that was still on the floor.

Giggles' eyes shot open, quickly adjusting to the darkness. The entire town was silent now, and she could only hear her own breathing. Her eyes darted to the spot on the floor where the man's juice now lay. It was still there.

Giggles wondered what it tasted like.

Quickly shaking the thought from her head, Giggles laid back down into bed, trying to take her mind off the splotch of instrusive seed in her room. But every time she thought she was in the blue, the thought of it impacting her stomach came back, and she felt herself get turned on again. Giggles moaned quietly to herself, turning in bed to face the wall.

In the back of her mind, she pictured a handsome man cradling her. Kissing her passionately, holding her head and stroking her hair. She imagined the man introducing himself into her. She stifled a gasp as she felt something touch her mound; her own hand.

There was no stopping it now.

She continued with the fantasy in her mind, picturing the man and herself kissing eachother as he thrust into her, slowly and lovingly. She knew it would hurt if she ever did have sex. But she wanted to feel that pain with a man she loved. She slid her panties to her side, carefully inserting her fingers into her own body as she delved deeper into the fantasy. She covered another moan, forcing her face into her pillow to hide her moans as the pleasure became too much.

A tall, handsome stranger, thrusting himself into her, over and over again. The alien feeling of pleasure she would get as it happened. Giggles knew it would feel good as well, and she wanted it to happen so badly. But how would they do it? She felt her walls tense up; it would be over soon.

Would she sit on top of him, bouncing herself on his manhood? Would she lie on her back as he pentrated her? Would she perhaps lay on top of him, head on his chest, as he released his life-giving seed into her?

It was too much. In a flash, Giggles felt her fingers get forced out of her flower. Pleasure rocked her entire body, causing her legs to shake and her hand to shiver in ecstasy. Liquid woman juice poured from her pussy as she screamed into her pillow. She grabbed the sheets with all her might as another body-rocking wave shot through her, sending another spurt out.

And again. And again.

As Giggles drifted off to sleep, she imagine her brother's face in place of the man.