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Laura leaned against Mr. Gus, looking over his shoulder at the computer screen.
“This is my Curesona.” Mr. Gus said. “Cure Flambé.”
The image on screen was of a character much like Mr. Gus, but different. He wore a green chef’s outfit, his scales were shaped like billowing flames, and he brandished a frying pan with a green, heart shaped gem embedded in it. The heart-shaped pouch rimmed with flame-shaped fabric on his hip indicated that he was a member of the HuGtto Precure.
“You’ve really put thought into this!” Laura exclaimed.
“Check this out.” Mr. Gus said. He clicked on another folder and opened the first picture. It was a detailed sketch of Laura as Cure La Mer. Laura leaned forward in extreme interest.
“That’s so good!” Laura exclaimed.
“Aw, shucks.” Mr. Gus scratched the back of his neck. He clicked to the next image. This time, it was Laura in her mermaid form, in a more complete state. Great care was put into the way the sun bounced off her purple-pink tresses. Laura leaned forward hard, her foot popping off the ground.
“That’s so amazing…” Laura leaned back. “You really captured my beauty.”
“You’ve been quite a muse to me.” Mr. Gus said, his face heating up.
Mr. Gus showed Laura his entire folder of art. She was in various forms and outfits in the images, but what each one had was attention to detail and clear adoration of Laura.
“You are so talented!” Laura exclaimed. “You know, when I become queen, you could be my court artist.”
Mr. Gus’s cheeks were bright red. “I don’t think I’m that good.”
Unbeknownst to the mermaid and dinosaur, they were being watched.
Pizza Steve lingered in the doorway, seething at this.
“Ugh, look at that.” Pizza Steve growled. “I can’t believe a bodacious mer-babe like Laura would be so impressed by Mr. Gus’s stupid drawings.”
Pizza Steve cracked a smile.
“But…” Pizza Steve pulled out a sketchbook he had pilfered from Mr. Gus’s room. “ These sure won’t impress her. Once I show Laura these, she won’t think Mr. Gus is cool anymore, and she’ll fall right into Pizza Steve’s arms.”
Pizza Steve cackled at his own plan.
A while later, Pizza Steve walked up to Laura. Laura let out a small sigh.
“What is it?” Laura asked disdainfully.
“I have some bad news about Mr. Gus.” Pizza Steve said. “He has more drawings of you than he showed you, you know.”
Pizza Steve pulled out the sketchbook and handed it to Laura. Laura took it and looked at it with confusion.
“Take a look.” Pizza Steve said.
Laura looked at Pizza Steve and rolled her eyes.
“I’ll humor you.” Laura said.
Laura cracked open the book, expecting to see a crude drawing that Mr. Gus obviously hadn’t made. Instead, the first page was a sketch of Cure La Mer in an action pose. Laura flipped through the pages.
The first several drawings were normal. Mostly drawings of the HuGtto Precure, Laura herself, and Cure Flambé. But then, there were pictures of La Mer and Flambé together. Sometimes just as Mr. Gus and Laura. They were doing normal things at first. Posing together as if about to go into battle or eating ice cream. Laura looked at Pizza Steve.
“This is fine.” Laura said flatly. “There’s nothing wrong here.”
“Keep going.” Pizza Steve said. He was blatantly smiling.
Laura flipped further through. The drawings of her and Mr. Gus grew more intimate. Bodies moving closer together. Gazing into each others’ eyes.
Then there it was.
A kiss. La Mer held the sides of Flambé’s face and kissed him. In the upper corner was a tiny drawing of Mr. Gus blushing and covering his face, speaking in keysmashes.
Laura’s expression turned to one of dull shock. She continued flipping through. Many cute and fluffy romantic scenarios between her and Mr. Gus played out on the pages.
Then, a nude drawing. Then, a few more. They seemed more like tasteful studies than titillation, but the prior context loomed over them.
Then.
Laura saw herself holding onto Mr. Gus’s top scale, his face between her legs. Her face on the page was one of obvious pleasure. Nothing below the belt was shown, but what was taking place couldn’t be more obvious.
Laura continued flipping through. Interspersed between normal artwork were images of Laura and Mr. Gus engaged in sexual acts. Mr. Gus tenderly holding Laura in one arm, as his hand reached between her legs off frame, her looking down in pleasure. Laura with her legs back, shins against Mr. Gus’s hips, both of them in ecstasy. The two of them nude, Mr. Gus giving Laura a loving kiss on the forehead.
“Laura?”
Laura looked up to see Mr. Gus, who looked horrified.
“HA!” Pizza Steve jabbed a finger at Mr. Gus. “Now Laura knows just how much of a creep you are! She can see now just how much you suck and how much better Pizza Steve is in every single way! Come on, babe.”
As Pizza Steve reached out, Laura backhanded him in the face. He was sent flying across the room, splattering on the wall. Laura set aside the book and wiped her hand with her handkerchief.
“Laura, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have drawn that stuff. I shouldn’t have even thought about it.” Mr. Gus said.
Laura softly smiled.
“I should probably feel creeped out more, but…” Laura said. “That art was all so sweet.”
Mr. Gus’s cheeks flushed.
“It felt less ‘gross pervert objectifying me’ and more… ‘in love with me and wants me to feel good’.” Laura said.
Laura wrapped her arms around Mr. Gus’s neck and kissed him on the cheek.
“Gran Ocean doesn’t have kings, but…” Laura nuzzled Mr. Gus’s neck. “You can be my Prince Consort.”
“Oh…” Mr. Gus’s cheeks were bright red, and his mouth was curled into a goofy smile. He looked like a schoolgirl whose first crush just told her they liked her back. “Oh, pickle juice! Goodness!”
“Would you like to go to the ice cream shop?” Laura asked, batting her eyelashes.
“S-Sure thing!” Mr. Gus said.
“I prefer my consorts to be…” Laura glared back at Pizza Steve with a sneer. “ Mature .”
Mr. Gus and Laura left to get ice cream.
Pizza Steve peeled himself from the wall and began to cry. He pulled out a sketchbook of his own, covered in stickers of pizza, skateboards, and all things he thought were cool. He opened it up.
Immediately, there was a graphic sexual drawing made with pen and nearly dried out markers. The scene depicted Pizza Steve fingering a girl with blue and purple hair and oyster-shaped buns. Her eyes were blacked out with a line of marker, though her identity couldn’t be more obvious. Her proportions were awkward. She moaned in ecstasy as Pizza Steve reached behind himself to finger her, giving a cocky thumbs up with his free hand. He appeared to be sticking his fingers inside her urethra, and her inner labia seemed to have light emanating from them. The girl fondled her breasts, which were drawn oddly large.
The page became stained with Pizza Steve’s greasy tears.