Suzy’s Strange Saga

"And now Suzy, having beaten the chicken soup out of all her other opponents this week, will take this final challenge by herself! Will she be able to do it ladies and gentlemen? Will she be able to impress Misty at last? We’ll find out today! Let’s give our small town girl some encouragement for her task at hand!”

As the crowd claps, whistles and stomps their feet in support, you sit at a large table by yourself looking at…

A huge plate of tacos, fish tacos to be precise. The lack of subtlety is hardly surprising at this point.

You double face palm before exhaling and looking up.

“Really?” you ask in disbelief.
“This is the last task Suzy…” the disembodied announcer’s voice whispers.
“I don’t give a shit, the concept of fish tacos is fucking disgusting for one thing and for another…”

Suddenly Bobby’s grandmother appears as she has been doing in your dreams.

“See? Told you we should’ve just went with traditional beef. Anyway I think the point was made.” Bobby’s grandmother cackles and with a wave of her cane, you’re back in that blasted wasteland you were in last time.

“And what point would that be? And am I meeting this Misty yet or what?”
“No, you’re not meeting Misty yet, and as for the point I think we both know what point that was.”
“Yeah and I’m not a lesbian.” You say.
“Who said you were? It’s pretty clear you love the cock, but you’re in some serious denial if you’re standing here claiming that you’re not into girls as well. It’s okay, really. There are no lines, we’re all here to enjoy each other’s bodies.”
“I’m not!” you protest.
“Oh come on Suzy, you know deep down you’re curious. Some of that three way porn on your computer involves the two girls and a guy configuration. I’d say beyond curious at this point. We both know you find Helen cute because you’re a narcissist at heart and she reminds you of yourself in some ways. Nothing like self love.”
“Well she does have pretty eyes… but I’m still not interested. She’s a girl and I just don’t swing that way.” you say.
“Bullshit, are you seriously saying you wouldn’t like to put a strap on and do my grand daughter from behind? Pull her hair and make her say your name and then after you were done fucking her, you’d shove her face in your pussy until she licked it clean and you climaxed in her mouth?”

You’re not sure what’s more disturbing. A dead old lady giving graphic descriptions of how you’d fuck her grand daughter, or the fact that it’s sort of turning you on a bit.

You’re a little at loss for words.

“Hey…hey two girls and one guy isn’t lesbian porn.” You say fumbling with a partial defense.
“Oh? I see. So it’s not gay if it’s a three-way? Well whatever you have to tell yourself I suppose. Still, if you truly feel that way I’m wondering if you’d be open to…nah…”
“What?” you ask wondering where she’s going with this.
“Hah! You ARE curious!” Grandma Morningstar cackles.
“I’m not! I’m just wondering what you were going to drone on about!”

“Okay then here it is, besides being really into getting blowjobs, Bobby’s also really into girl on girl stuff. Bobby probably wouldn’t turn down the idea of having a second wife, which would be Helen in this instance. This wouldn’t have worked before with Diana, because of how much you two hated each other. However, with Helen, I think this would be more workable…” Grandma Morningstar says.
“What? He’s never told me this! He’s never even gave any indication!” you say.
“Well of course he hasn’t, as I told you before he’s a bit too much a gentleman to suggest it and I’m fairly certain he’s never even felt any romantic feelings towards Helen either. However I know for certain if you approached him with the idea, that he damn sure wouldn’t be against it.”
“Well I’D be fucking against it!” you say.
“Wait, so you’re fine with murdering someone on your wedding day, but you’re against marrying two people. You’re fine with being associated with a bunch of murderers that practice incest, but you’re against having sex with another girl even one you find attractive even if you don’t want to admit it. Interesting set of moral values you’ve got there blondie.”
“But I’m marrying into YOUR family! Isn’t that a little hypocritical to criticize me when you’ve probably engaged in all manner of illegal and unnatural acts yourself?”
“Not at all. My point is I didn’t really have the same arbitrary limits you place on yourself. I’m just pointing out your odd inconsistencies. I suppose it’s not really your fault. You can’t help the puritanical way you were raised.”

You’re getting a little agitated and getting tired of insane troll logic at this point.

“Look, if all you’re going to do is insult me, I think I’d like to wake up now.” You say.
“You will soon, in any case I’m just trying to help YOU out!”
“How is sharing Bobby helping me out?”
“Sheesh, first you still can’t figure out who Misty is, now this? You really are slow on the uptake ain’t ya blondie? You’re lucky you’re pretty.” Bobby’s grandmother asks and then taps you in the forehead with her hand.
“Ow! Stop!” you say and back away.
“Look, I’m just going to end with this sagely wisdom. If you really want to live in a harmonious household, I suggest you open your mind a little. You’ve already made a few steps in the right direction; you might as well go all the way. I mean who the hell is going to be judging you? Nobody important that’s for sure. Besides, I’m sure with a little forethought you can think of the benefits of such an arrangement and turn it into an advantage. Well, that’s what I think. Anyway, congrats on your wedding and you’ve got my blessing. Good luck!”

Good luck? Somehow that doesn’t sound reassuring. You’re about to ask Bobby’s grandmother what she exactly means by that, but then she waves that damn cane again and you’re enveloped the blackness and then you wake up.

“Gah, fucking bitch.” You say groggily.
“Oh...I’m sorry for waking you…I just wanted to apologize for yesterday and give you this to see if it fits, but I understand if you don’t want me here…” a familiar female voice remarks.

You look around the room and see Helen coming in carrying some red clothing.

“Huh? No, not you…wait what are you doing in here anyway? Did Bobby spend all night working on the house?” you ask
“I’m bringing in your wedding dress and yes, Bobby has been working on the house for the most part. Trying to patch up the big hole in the house, cleaning up the dungeon, blocking the front gate. He had to bury our brother Jordan as well. I don’t believe he’s actually slept yet.”
“Oh yeah, forgot that that asshole killed one of your siblings. I didn’t know him that well, but sorry for your loss.” You remark.
“Thank you, but I suppose we’re all just puppets in Tiamat’s glourious chaos, so we all need to just move on right? We have to accept that some things just will never be…anyway could you see if this fits?” Helen asks holding up the red clothing which now looks a lot like lingerie.
“Wait, that’s the wedding dress? It looks like slutty underwear from Hot Secret.” You answer and get out of bed.

Helen’s face looks a bit offended by that statement.

“My grandmother wore this on her wedding day! She had this dress made of the finest silk, not whatever cheap material they use in North Tiwanaland or some place! THIS is a one of a kind article of clothing! It’s not something you’d find in some edgy teenager hang out!” Helen remarks.
“Okay! Geez. I’m not trying to insult the dress or your grandmother. It’s just…well I thought I’d be wearing something a little more… substantial. But seeing as your family isn’t exactly conventional and when in Rome…I guess I better try it on. Um, you washed it right?”
“Of course. Hand washed it myself. Can’t risk putting it in a machine.” Helen says and hands it to you.
“Red fishnets…red high heels…” you say.
“Yes. Those shoes were also special made with the finest…”
“Leather. Yes, I can imagine. Let me guess the fishnets were made with the finest silk as well.”
“Well of course, what else would it be?”
“What else indeed. Okay, well I guess I’m going in the bathroom to change.”
“I understand. I’m still sorry about making you uncomfortable about my unwanted advances.” Helen says.

Before you enter the bathroom, you start to wonder…

“Helen, why did you approach me? Or rather I know why, but you were attracted to Bobby long before you met me. You obviously have the inner strength to make the first move as it were.”
“Well, that was a little different for several reasons. I mean Diana would’ve killed me had I actually made a move on Bobby! With you, I just…I dunno. The moment felt right? And it still wasn’t easy. Of course I misread signals. Sorry.” Helen remarks meekly.

And there it is, Helen’s subservience in action. Even with Diana gone, Helen’s mindset hasn’t changed much. You’re just a “nicer” replacement to Diana. You’re fairly certain now that Helen means no harm to you, if indeed she ever really did.

So this is it, you’ll marry Bobby, have children by him and live happily ever as queen in this twisted family. Helen as usual will play the second fiddle content with her lot in life. As strange as that seems all relatively good for you, you still can’t help but think Helen doesn’t deserve better in some way. She did directly save your life after all.

It makes you start to ponder Grandma Morningstar’s words of opening one’s mind to make way for new possibilities…