Can tigers change their stripes? Does a banana deserve hope? Why are gorillas so adept at racing tiny carts? These questions and more not really answered in this installment of Obeying Rigel.
Motors revved as the traffic light held by the fluffy cloud began the countdown. Red. Orange. Green! Sadie slammed the accelerator button down, only to spin out at the start line and end up a good few yards behind her competitors, a giant gorilla, a plumber, and a princess in a pink dress.
Gritting her teeth, Sadie swerved masterfully around a banana treacherously left on the track and hunted the leaders down. She would not lose again. Not this time.
A knock at the door behind her barely registered on her consciousness as she rounded a sandy corner and almost ran into a train.
“Sadie,” it was Kate’s voice. Sadie frowned. Kate knew better than to interrupt her at moments like these. In response, Sadie grunted and nodded her head at the television.
“Sadie.”
Why was Kate still saying her name? Was the house on fire? Had she contracted leprosy?
“Sadie!” Kate’s voice sounded oddly strained, but Sadie didn’t care. She was hyper-focused now, right on the princesses tail.
“It’s okay, I’ll wait.”
Fuck. Sadie skidded off the track and into a cactus. It was Rigel.
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I’ve no idea if anyone is even really all that interested in yet more of this today, but here it is 
Rigel shifted uncomfortably on her bar stool, took a swig of her beer and sighed deeply. Around her, women were laughing, chatting, courting. In the middle of it all she was alone, more alone than she’d felt in a long time. Her backside was sore, her pride was wounded and her heart ached, remembering the look on Sadie’s face outside the gym. She’d fucked everything up so, so badly.
“Cheer up, it ain’t that bad.”
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Rigel has messed up pretty badly, has she not? You should really read the previous two chapters before you read this one. They will help make things actually make some form of sense. I like forms of sense.
“We need to talk.” Rigel accosted Sadie when classes were done. Sadie noticed that she’d taken the time to shower and get changed, not to mention finish the class, so clearly the ‘need to talk’ wasn’t all that great.
Tank and Kate stood off a little ways, giving Rigel and Sadie a little privacy. Both looked worried in their own ways, though Sadie wasn’t at all sure as to why Tank cared so much, she’d barely said anything the whole time Sadie had been crying and cursing Rigel.
“I don’t think so,” Sadie said. Her tears had finally dried, and she wasn’t interested in starting more.
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The thing about surprises is that they’re always so unexpected, even when you really should have seen them coming.
Sunday mornings were Sadie’s favorite mornings. Slow and lazy and without any obligation to anyone, they were the perfect day. If Sadie had her way, all mornings would be Sunday mornings. On this particular Sunday she had woken up at 10.30 am with a slightly warm behind from one of Rigel’s ministrations, stretched and dozed in until 11.30, by which time her stomach was threatening to eat its way out of her body.
With a growling tummy, she made her way into the kitchen, scuffing her feet and with her doggie motif pajamas buttoned in a skewed fashion which made one side hang down a good few inches longer than the other, which was hiked up almost to her belly button.
Wiping sleep out of her eyes and muttering to herself about having to always eat food every day, Sadie accidentally walked into the wall, swore and ricocheted herself back towards the kitchen, where the scent of brewing coffee called to her.
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Here’s a bit more…. the aftermath, if you will…
Things came to pass much as Martine had said they would. Within the week, Rigel had moved out, leaving Kate and Sadie to their own devices once more. She seemed utterly unaware of the trouble that had been caused by her leaving, which Sadie blamed her for in spite of the fact that both Sadie and Kate had gone out of their way to be as falsely pleasant as possible to both Rigel and Martine. If Rigel wanted to go, she could go, there was no point getting all soppy and telling her that it hurt Sadie’s feelings. Sadie hoped that it would be easier after Rigel left, and in a way, it was. There was no daily reminder that she was being abandoned for not being pretty enough or sophisticated enough or whatever it was that Rigel saw in Martine.
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It’s been a while since I was inspired to make a spanking comic, but then our darling Alyx made the comment that she could take me in arm-wrestling and as amusing as that assertion is, I felt it warranted a response. A full color response.
Enjoy
