26th September 2019, Grand Final Night 

“One vegetarian moussaka with a side order of chips and shredded cheese for table 21!” called out the waiter. 

“Yep, that’s me!” called out the voice of a young lad. 

The waiter looked around to see a young man seated at one of the old reddish-brown wooden side tables next to the window who was wearing a light blue denim jacket and jeans with an impressive black-haired mullet. A strange peculiar thing about him was that he was wearing a bizarre ant t-shirt of a little red ant and two white pupas that were holding a yellow umbrella and shielding themselves from a gigantic magnifying glass that was being shone down upon them by a white gigantic human hand that was most likely a girl’s due to the long sharp fingernails showing. The mullet crest stuck out behind him in long wispy strands, reaching all the way down to his shoulders. The young man appeared to be South Asian with reddish brown skin and appeared to be in his early 20s. 

The waiter rolled his eyes and began strolling over to him, trying to balance two plates in both hands and not spill any sauce on his white apron. Of course, he was a South Asian guy. It was typical for a South Asian that they would be the kind of person who would order this meatless dish. Barely any other race would order the vegetarian option apart from some virtue-signalling political twats in his opinion but in recent years vegetarianism and veganism had been spreading to other races and cultures due to shifting opinions and times so now The Great Emu Pub was forced to cater to people’s preferences. Feeling his iPhone X the arrogant waiter decided to take the piss out of him and antagonise him even more.   

“Here you go sir...” stated the waiter, placing the two plates in front of him. “Nice T-shirt faggot!” he snickered, looking at the T-shirt imprints of the ants plastered across the torso.  

“Thanks….” stated the young lad, rolling his eyes about the snide remark about the t-shirt and taking another sip of his Mercury Hard Cider, getting some frothy bubbly foam on his top lip in the process. 

“I think you should slow down on the Mercury Hard Ciders bro…” warned the waiter. “I don’t want you to drink yourself into a coma”. 

The young lad looked at him and smirked: “You would be surprised. I once drank 3 or 4 of these at a rooftop campus BBQ once”. 

The cocky waiter smirked and said “Oh, so do your parents back home in India know that you are eating meat?” 

“What?” gasped the young lad, clearly irritated. “I was born here and I am not Indian-“ 

Then to his utter shock the waiter pulled up iTunes on his iPhone X and started playing some stupid Punjab or Hindi Bollywood music, the incredibly cringe type as well where the Indian men and women chanted and sang in their thick accents and high-pitched voices. It was exactly the kind of music that this young lad hated. The waiter jeered as he continued brandishing the phone in front of his face.   

“What the actual fuck?” snarled the young South Asian lad. “Turn this gay shit off right now!” 

“I’m just trying to make you feel more at home, you dirty little curry!” jeered the waiter. 

“For your information, I have never set foot in India in my entire fucking life!” snarled the young South Asian lad. 

“Oh!” smirked the waiter. “If you’re brown and not Indian you must be one of those other people. You know that country south of India that is shaped like a shitty little teardrop? I don’t really give a fuck, they are all basically the same to me”.

“Sri Lanka…….” groaned the young South Asian lad, clearly fed up by what a massive jerk the waiter was being. 

“Oh yeah, that’s the one!” sneered the waiter. “I always forget the names of those really small shitty countries that are invisible to the naked eye on the map.” 

‘Looks like you need to brush up on your fucking geography then you retarded dipshit!’ thought the young South Asian lad to himself. He wanted to yell the insult at him but being the cripplingly shy and introverted person he was who didn’t like confrontations, he just sat there and let the waiter continue to berate him.   

“Speaking of which, you know, you could do with a little bit of protein…….” sneered the waiter looking at his skinny arms. “How about you try the steak instead?” 

“Seriously?” replied the young man, irritated to the point that he had started somewhat standing up for himself. “You are going to be a fucking dick to me! Here I am, trying to enjoy the Grand Final footy game in peace and here you are, asking me stupid questions about my dietary preferences!”. 

“Well, it’s just that meat tastes so good you know” sneered the waiter. “You don’t know what you are missing out on!”. 

Fed up with this condescending arrogant attitude that he usually got when getting interrogated by entitled strangers who treated him like an alien or transformed into some sort of expert on nutrition when he told them he didn’t eat meat he replied: “Have you ever tried thinking of it from another creature’s perspective? What if someone ate your flesh?” 

This completely baffled the waiter. “What the fuck are you on about cunt?” 

“Well imagine a world where humans are shrunk down and become food to others. And no matter how much they beg for mercy, they continue to eat them anyway because they value their taste buds more than their lives!” explained the young lad. 

“What a weird and fucked up mind you have!” exclaimed the waiter. “Is this some kind of weird fetish that you’re into? I’ve heard that a few creeps online are into that shit!” 

The waiter didn’t know it but Anura did indeed read vore fetish stories and look at art precisely revolving around what the waiter had referenced on some interesting sites to say the least and sometimes even jerked off to it. Despite being a vegetarian, the concept of vore and female predation in general really excited him and turned him on. 

He did spend a lot of time on that site Giantessworld. Ever since he was 11 years old. 

A lot more time than he probably should.  

Alarmed that the waiter might be exposing his closeted fantasies, the young South Asian lad hastily responded “Let’s just say I believe in reincarnation. I could be born as a farm animal in my next life. I certainly wouldn’t want to be eaten”. 

“Oh wonderful……” groaned the waiter. “You’re a Buddhist as well I see”. 

“Oh, so you do know some stuff about geography!” smirked Anura. 

 “Of course I do!” snorted the waiter. “I knew when you said you weren’t Indian, Sri Lanka was my next best bet. I swear every time you mistake a Singhalese person for a fucking Indian, he or she goes through the roof!”

“Well, it’s like the equivalent of pointing to every white person and assuming that they are English” replied the young South Asian lad with a cocky smirk on his face.  

The waiter grinned and said “I am actually English on my father’s side!”

‘Fuck!’ the young South Asian lad thought to himself and smiled a bit. 

At first, he thought the waiter was being a massive asshole. But now he was starting to think that maybe it could be a bit of edgy friendly banter. Then again, he had been surrounded by and had been betrayed by so many fake friends throughout his life and was so cripplingly socially awkward it was impossible to tell who really wanted to be a truly genuine friend to someone like him and who just wanted to toy with him, use him or take the fucking piss out of him. The worst part of it was when a bunch of fake friends essentially saw him as some performing dancing monkey and it had happened more than once. 

“Let’s just say I don’t believe an innocent creature should die to satisfy my tastebuds” concluded the young South Asian lad, referring back to the meat conversation. 

“Hey Roy!” yelled a voice. “Those tables are not going to bust themselves! I have 25 footy patrons arriving in less than an hour. You know how busy a grand final night can become! Get back to work!” 

Roy jumped out of his skin, wiped the sweat and blond hair strands off his forehead and said to the young South Asian lad “Well this certainly was one of the most interesting conversations I have ever had with a patron. Enjoy your cider and beans”. 

Roy quickly scurried away back towards the bar table. 

‘Well, he certainly loves to stick his abnormally large fucking nose into other people’s business,’ remarked the young South Asian lad to himself and then smirked and thought to himself ‘Faggot’. 

The young South Asian lad’s name was Anura Wickramasinghe. 

Anura had graduated from university 9 months ago and had moved 500km from the Victorian capital of Melbourne to the regional town of Mildura in the far Northwest of Victoria which was just behind the Victorian-New South Wales border and was also quite close to the MacCabe Corner which was the point where the borders of Victoria, South Australia and New South Wales met along the banks of the Murray River. Having graduated with a degree in Chemical Engineering, he had moved out of his parent’s house at the age of 23 and was now living all by himself in a crummy one-bedroom unit on the outskirts of Mildura and was now working in a small-scale local agricultural bioenergy company.  Since the TV at his place was broken, ironically after the electric stove had broken down as well just weeks before, he had decided to come here, The Great Emu Pub, which was in Mildura’s town centre, to watch the grand final between Essendon Bombers and Carlton Blues. It was strange being in a pub all by yourself since the usual expectation was that you would invite a large gang of your mates but Anura was used to spending time all by himself, most of the time anyway since he always somehow ended up alone in the end. 

He was always very nervous to be around large groups of people, especially in public. Even when he was in a large group conversation that he had been invited to, which happened quite rarely, and he wanted to say something, he never could find the courage to say something because his crippling social anxiety would result in him freezing and his mind going completely blank as he was terrified of people judging him for saying something stupid or made him look like a complete fucking loser so most of the time he decided it was better if he just kept his mouth shut.  It had gotten a little better as he got older but the underlying problem hadn’t really ever gone away. 

As a little kid, he had suffered from moderate to severe stuttering which sometimes was so bad that he could barely blurt out a single sentence, which had resulted in him using sign language to communicate. He especially hated it when people asked him to repeat what he had said because they didn’t understand what he had said. This infuriated his father and had resulted in his mother taking him to a speech therapist which somewhat fixed his stuttering when he was around 7. This didn’t however fix his social anxiety, which had resulted in him really struggling to make friends in school. In fact, he hated school as a kid. 

He didn’t even have a single friend until he was around 10. He had always reverted away as an introverted loner and shivered in front of large groups of new people with his teachers always complaining that he barely spoke a single word. For group projects, he was always the odd one out and the last one to have a group because no one wanted to work with him because they called him a ‘freak’ and a ‘faggot’ because they didn’t want to interact with his awkward behaviour. 

As he grew older, he quickly became a target for severe bullying due to his scrawny structure and wasn’t helped by the fact that he had started school a year early since his birthday was before April 30th which had enabled him to start school a year early. The 1995 kids would taunt him for the fact that he was a year younger than them and brag about how they thought it made them superior to him and then do awful things like destroying his schoolwork by tearing it to shreds, kicking him in the stomach and leaving him with purplish bruises and even being bitten until he was bleeding. 

And it took a toll on him early in his schooling years to the point where he cried and bawled his eyes out every day after coming home from school since he literally had no friends and his mum had tried to solve the problem by changing his school to a catholic school and putting him in the same year as the 1996 kids, despite their family being Buddhists, thinking that the kids there would have more discipline and be more well behaved. It actually turned out to be true in a way, resulting in him staying in that school for 3 whole years and had actually managed to succeed in making a small group of friends. 

But then when he hit high school and the 7th grade and transitioned from primary school to high school, he had lost contact with that small group of friends over time and then the cruel tormenting returned worse than ever.    

But this time it got to the point that he didn’t cry anymore…….

Bottling up his emotions and thinking that showing tears would make him look weak and pathetic, he instead resorted to lashing out in aggression against his bullies, converting all the misery he had locked up deep inside of him to violent rage. This resulted in teachers handing him out multiple detentions, getting kicked out of class and even being suspended 4 times. Everyone thought he was a lunatic and a crazy psychopath for retaliating, even his own parents. 

That’s when it truly became difficult to understand what he was going through……….

His mother who was a university lecturer with a PHD had often lectured him about his shyness. “If I can have a big mouth who can control a bunch of students in their 20s and 30s and both your sisters can have big mouths, why can’t you have a big mouth?” she had told him so many times.   

He had lost count of how many times he had changed schools. 6 times? 7 times? In year 10 he transferred to Blackwater High and in his final years of school would actually manage to befriend two social outcasts. However, the bullying was more extreme there than ever before, taking on a sickening, sadistic and sexually violent side, which would lead to the destruction of his two only friends in that school with one of them being thrown in jail for being framed for a crime he didn’t commit and the other one killing herself, while Anura himself and his entire body would be violated in the most horrific way possible in the girl’s bathroom by a particular sadistic thug who was colossal and his equally sadistic girlfriend…….

What was really shocking about this was that both his twin sister and younger sister had never faced the problems that he had faced throughout most of his life, including never being bullied once. In fact, they were extremely outgoing and extroverted with both of them being the top popular kids at their school where everyone wanted to be friends with them and had been school captains and house captains for multiple grades. In fact, at Blackwater High, his twin sister had even been voted year 11 Prom Queen. 

And the hurtful thing was that they tried to hide a lot of the time that he was their brother to their cool friends especially…... 

But what really settled how polar opposite he was from the rest of his siblings was the fact that they were both in romantic relationships for quite some time now. His twin sister was dating a guy she meant in Sinhala school in her teens when she was around 15, another horrible place where he and his youngest cousin had both dropped out after being severely bullied there as well. Even his younger sister had started dating a Korean boy from Blackwater High that was around 2 years older than her when she was 16 and he was 18. He on the other hand still had no romantic prospects let alone many social connections in general. It was especially humiliating when people scratched their heads and even adults mocked him for the fact that his younger sister had found someone before her older brother did who was 4 years older than her since this made it seem like his little sister was more mature than him. And this kind of humiliation came not only from people around his age group, it came from adults the same age as his parents……

He smiled when he remembered that his crippling shy youngest cousin on his mother’s side whose aunt had been brutally killed and raped in a violent carjacking when he was around 10, was also somewhat introverted and suffered from social anxiety as well, though maybe not as bad as him. He and his youngest cousin were very close due to their striking similarities, despite their 9-year age gap, and he had been so proud of her when she had told him that she had finally made a friend with a human and not an animal, which was a girl around her age with fiery red ginger hair. From that point on, that red-haired girl and his youngest cousin had been inseparable.

In his final two years of university, it had actually been a bit better for him. He had befriended a few genuinely kind people who had liked talking to him and had even invited him to a few events. Most people would completely ignore him but at least he had a small group of people who had invited him into their social circle. It was around this time that one of his close friends had been elected to the president of a club and transformed from an introvert to a popular extrovert who became powerful and was respected by a lot of people as well as developing an everlasting secret first crush on a very sweet lovely girl which resulted in him telling her a secret…….              

Looking around he realised that the country pubs had a different feel to the city ones he had been to when he was at campus. The demographic was much older, and the atmosphere and decorations certainly gave it a more 1950s vintage look. Looking at the bar table he saw several red cushioned stool chairs lined up against it. The drink and service counter had 5 separate beverage taps: Carlton Draught, Great White Northern, Vodka Lemon Lime, Canadian Club and Mercury Cider. There was a big drinks glass cabinet and display shelves behind the bar table that was storing hundreds of bottled drinks with a chalkboard hanging on the back wall, detailing the menu specials, with the back door towards the kitchen next to it. The reddish-brown walls were plastered with hundreds of hanging decorations including cowboy hats, Australian landscapes and cultural paintings, the Australian flag, liquor barrels and statues and ornaments of Emus and Kangaroos.  A big red sign was plastered on the back wall behind the bar table next to the drinks cabinet which read: Under 25? Be prepared to have your 18+ ID ready.    

Surrounding the bar table was a cluster of dining tables including one right next to the window where Anura was sitting at. In the next room, there was an open entrance where Anura could see a green Pool Table set up with all the different numbered balls and the snooker cue.  In front of him and hanging from the ceiling facing the bar stools were two plasma screen TVs that were broadcasting the Grand Final between Essendon Bombers and Carlton Blues. He could hear the footy players running across the grassy field with their red black (Essendon) and blue-white uniforms (Carlton) after the bouncing oval spherical egg-shaped red Sherrin football with the score neck to neck in the first quarter. 

Looking outside, Anura saw the sun was setting with the sky turning a beautiful shade of dark reddish orange. It was getting dark and soon the rowdy footy patrons would be here and would completely change the almost silent atmosphere with him being the only patron in the pub. He didn’t really want to be here when a bunch of middle-aged men got very loud and intoxicated. 

Looking back to the two plasma screen TVs he realised that it had now cut to an ad break and was now showing a trailer for the new film Joker, starring Joaquin Phoenix, that was coming out in October. The trailer opened up with the character Arthur Fleck talking to his therapist about his depression and uncontrollable laughter before he went on about his mother always telling him to smile and put on a happy face while it showed a montage of him being depressed in his decrepit apartment. The trailer continued with a gang of youths stealing his sign and violently assaulting him before opening up to the montage song of Jimmy Durante’s Smile. The trailer continued further into a shocking montage of Arthur’s uncontrollable laughter and being violently assaulted by three wall-street bankers on a subway train. Gotham’s billionaire Thomas Wayne was portrayed on the news ranting “What kind of coward would do something that cold-blooded? Someone who hides behind a mask” with Arthur dancing around creepily with a gun before the trailer concluded with Arthur Fleck strutting down the apartment hallway fully transformed into the Joker in his clown make-up stating “I used to think that my life was a tragedy, but now I realise, it’s a comedy”. 

Anura watched the trailer with interest and fascination. While he never really went to the cinema the film looked really interesting to him and it wasn’t just the fact that the main character appeared to be an introverted nobody who was ignored and mistreated by most of society. It was also the uproar and butthurt reaction as well especially by the snobbish types who always looked down on others that they perceived as weaker than themselves. There was mass panic that the film could inspire ‘incel mass shootings’ at screenings as well as many angry reviews by mostly entitled privileged liberal women ironically whining about ‘male frustration, entitlement, straight white men, sexism, racism and revenge’. The incel part was particularly interesting to Anura. It seemed that nowadays any guy who was socially awkward and cripplingly shy was labelled as an incel, losing its original meaning over time from the original violent misogynist extremists it was supposed to label. One lady even remarked in her review “I have never seen such a sick film where he kills people and dances afterwards”. If a movie could cause that much of an uproar, then he wanted to see it.

Speaking of mental illness, he recalled a very disturbing conversation he had overheard between some people from his cohort about another guy from their cohort from a distance. The people had joked and sneered about how he had remembered some girl’s overseas trip from a year ago and had only recently asked her about it. The people joked that he must have autism because he had a precise photographic memory of the details. Anura was shocked and horrified since he had a similar photographic memory that enabled him to remember specific details however his subconscious picked and chose which events and details to remember in his long-term memory and which to ignore, a selective memory, which was something he couldn’t control. What was shocking to him was that he had been asked if he had autism several times and the reason was that he simply didn’t say much. And here these people were, treating people with mental differences as if they were some kind of joke to laugh at. Even though he knew that the guy that they were talking about was kind of self-centred and conceited he was horrified if this was the kind of stuff being said about him as well behind his back. It sent shivers down his spine as he wondered if he had been the butt of any jokes like this. 

 He then thought about his close genuine true friend Hunter Bing. An East Asian boy with a mop of black hair the same age as him, he remembered how he used to be somewhat of an introvert like him who sat with a small group of other boys, consisting of mostly East and South Asians in the biotechnology tutorials. After comparing answers for one of the quizzes and working together for an excursion to the Yarra River to identify chemical pollution they quickly became friends. 

A few months later he became elected to the president of a university club called Inspire which focussed on innovation and creativity. He had already been a member before but when he was elected president he quickly rose in social status and power, becoming well respected and liked by the entire cohort who coordinated many social activities and events. One of Anura’s favourite activities was doing Inspire’s volunteer teaching hands-on school workshops titled ‘Scrap Build’ where they would go out to primary school kids in the 4th and 5th grades and encourage them to make projects such as water bottle filtration devices from plastic bottles, building cardboard skyscrapers and making marble runs from pieces of old wood. In fact, he had liked and enjoyed it so much that he did every single one till the end when he graduated.  He could see what his twin sister, who was working as a kindergarten teacher now, had meant when she said that setting a good role model, teaching kids and inspiring the next generation has its rewards.  He liked especially how the kids copied exactly what he did, kind of like his youngest cousin did when she was looking up to him, making him feel like that he was finally being appreciated for something for once in his life. 

Hunter had actually invited Anura to join the club. While Anura had never been the club joining type he decided to take his chances and join, seeing how he was quite bored and curious as to what the club would be like since his close friend was running the club. At the club promotion open day on campus, Hunter handed him a pamphlet of the club when one guy asked him “Is this your friend Hunter?” Hunter put a hand on his shoulder and replied “Yes he is”. 

The thing that he liked about Hunter is that despite rising in social status and power he treated everyone with respect and compassion, regardless of their perceived lowly social status. One night after a club party event, Hunter was walking a shy girl in their cohort to her car. When Anura asked him about it he replied “Just want to make sure everyone gets home safe….” which surprised Anura since it was an unexpected act of compassion.     

He had actually caught up with Hunter at a city pub when he went back to Melbourne to visit his family. Jokingly he had asked if he had a girlfriend yet to which Anura replied no. Hunter laughed and said that he would find one eventually and that there is always a soulmate out there for everyone. 

Taking a bite into his vegetarian moussaka with his fork, his mouth watered with how salty it was. Thinking back to what Roy had said, he smiled. While it was true that he didn’t believe in killing animals, he did however have some sort of morbid fascination with female predation and giantess vore in an erotic kind of way. He did indeed have some very strange tastes. 

And there was one of his other closest best friends, on the other hand, who he had spent a lot of time throughout university studying in the library with that had ended up being his very first crush. 

Charlotte Beeline. 

Charlotte Beeline was one of those extroverted people who was so sweet, lovely and got along with everyone that you just couldn’t help but be mesmerized by how beautiful and compassionate she was. He had originally accidentally been paired in semester one chemistry with her and a group of other people who were actually very supportive of one another and always traded answers and bailed each other out whenever they got stuck on lab reports or exam questions.  In fact, Anura thought it was the best chemistry group he had ever been in. Given the fact that almost everyone was self-absorbed and awful these days, meeting people like the ones in his chemistry group and especially Charlotte, was like finding a needle in a haystack. 

Every time she said hello to him and smiled with that pearly white smile, he couldn’t help but get an eruption of nervous tingling butterflies in his stomach. 

Sometimes her sweet lovely kindness really shocked him to the point that he started opening himself up to her which resulted in him developing an everlasting first crush on her.  

He remembered that spark when his unrequited romantic crush for her really started blooming. 

It was back when he attended Wattle Tree University in South Yarra, Melbourne and it was in his 3rd year of university when the first day of the 2nd semester of university had started. He was walking in a cobblestone walkway in between two sets of campus buildings, which were a mixture of old-fashioned 7 storey 20th century brown bricked buildings and 10-storey 21st century buildings with a more colourful steel metallic and concrete look, with several overhead lookout balconies, a small cafe and the university library on the left-hand side. He was trying to find a new building for 2nd semester chemistry that he had never even been to and heard of before. Sometimes it annoyed him how the buildings on the campus were scattered everywhere. He tried to look at the timetable on his phone and the campus map but as usual, his shitty phone screen was freezing. 

‘This fucking phone!’ he angrily thought to himself. 

He got the weird eery feeling that someone was behind him so he turned around and was shocked to find Charlotte standing right behind him smiling at him with a lovely pearly white smile. Her golden blond hair was tied into an angel horse ponytail with her mesmerising sky-blue eyes gazing right at him in her fiery orange sweater, light blue jeans, black laced shoes and her dark purple violet Caribee backpack which was so recognisable by this point he could spot it from a mile away after the debacle they had with an asshole security guard on a power trip a few weeks ago who had almost made them miss their field trip bus. 

“Hi!” she giggled. 

Anura was so shocked he could barely speak. ‘Where did she come from?!’ he gasped to himself as he had never seen her coming. He stood dumbly for a few seconds just gazing at her before she asked “Are you trying to find Building 69?”

“Um………. yeah?” said Anura. “I have no idea where it is”. 

“I have no idea either!” she laughed. “Do you want to find it together?” 

“Um………. Yeah………. Sure………” Anura smiled nervously. 

As they walked down the cobblestone pathway in between two buildings, she first asked him; “So do you still live with your parents?” 

“Um yeah…...” replied Anura, not sure if this made him look good or bad that he still lived with his parents for someone his age. 

 “So how was the break?” she continued. 

“Um good…...” replied Anura. Then two seconds later he changed his mind to make the conversation more interesting and less generic and said: “Um no……... it was actually quite bad……” 

“Bad?” she said, smiling at him and cocking her head sweetly. “Why was it bad?” 

“Oh, it's just well I used to work at Australia Post in a warehouse stacking boxes at the daytime warehouse in Mill Park which had shifts from 10 am to 4 pm. But now that place shut down because Australia Post cut its budget so now, I have been forced to transfer to a larger operation warehouse which starts at 2 am in the morning and finishes around 10 am.”

“Oh my God!” she gasped, laughing. “You didn’t do a shift this morning, did you? You poor thing!” 

“Um no!” he laughed nervously. 

“Well, I am sure you will find another job soon……” she smiled. “There are plenty of supermarkets and restaurants around here that are always hiring”. 

 “I should probably tell you that I can’t drive either….” smiled Anura a little more confidently and honestly, which was a little embarrassing for someone his age. 

“Oh!” she grinned at him.

As they turned a corner Anura felt a strange unfamiliar feeling of butterflies dancing around in his stomach. At first, he didn’t understand what was going on but then he realised it was his first feelings of romantic love as he momentarily looked into her light blue eyes, feeling as if he was going to melt as she flashed him a short smile. 

For some time after this cute cuddly moment, Anura was perfectly aware that he had become smitten with her, but he had needed a while to admit it, even to himself. When he tried to figure out why his subconscious had fallen deeply in love with her, he realised why it all made perfect sense. 

He had been an invisible nobody for most of his life. No one had approached him to greet him, let alone wave at him from a distance because they saw him as nothing as if he didn’t even really exist or as something completely insignificant that was not even worth their time. Charlotte must have seen him in the distance slowly walking down the end of the cobble street pathway all the way from the entrance from the side street that ran alongside the campus buildings and then ran or skipped to greet him and catch up to him. Looking back, he did recall the flash of a purple Caribee backpack out of the corner of his eye behind him. No one had ever seen him from a distance and had liked him enough and wanted to talk to him in so much excitement that they ran to greet him. It was absolutely crazy to him because until that moment it was like no one ever saw him.  One of the only people in his life and the first girl to ever notice him as someone they genuinely wanted to spend time with and not because they wanted something from him or had some ulterior motive.  

The first girl to notice him as a human being and not an invisible nobody. 

It was from that moment onwards that he really started crushing on her hard. 

He remembered another really fun conversation they had on the train after doing an Inspire workshop at Primary school in his final 4th year of university. It was a conversation about which companies had acquired Melbourne inner-city trains and the ticketing system that they had used. Currently, the trains were owned by Metro which used the Myki tap on-tap off electronic scanning system with the reusable ticket card which could be topped up with money like a debit card but prior to 2009, in his early Primary school days, the trains had been owned by Connex which used a slow paper ticket system where it was only one-day use and where a passenger had to buy a new one every day and on top of that the passenger had to put into a slot machine and wait several seconds for it to scan and validate it. It was especially annoying when you had to catch the peak hour trains in a rush. Charlotte had made a joke about how her older siblings had managed to edit the dates on the paper tickets to trick the slot scanning machine into scanning the same used ticket again and re-validate it, essentially getting a free fare and validating it over and over again. 

A little while later Anura had discovered that Charlotte was already dating an older guy which made sense since she was 2 years older than him. This had made him quite sad and disappointed and for a horrifying moment he wondered if she had used him to get answers from him when they went to university but then again that didn’t really make much sense when he thought about it in more detail since she always had bailed him out quite a few times by sending him her answers whenever he asked her within a short amount of time. But this fear of Charlotte manipulating and using him evaporated away during a robotics camp where he, her and a bunch of other people had gone on a drunken midnight bushwalk. He had dropped his wallet in the bushes while he kept tripping over the bushes and branches in his drunken staggering and stumbling and she had bent down in the bushes and helped him look for it while the others just stood there at a distance. She had found his wallet eventually again after a short amount of time and he was so grateful to her that he gave her a big hug of gratitude. Then again, he could only remember flashes of it since he was so drunk that night. 

But what really solidified how sweet and lovely she truly was, was this shocking text he had gotten from her completely out of the blue the night he was preparing to move from Melbourne to Mildura for his new job. It was so shocking he almost had a heart attack and had to blink a few times to see if what he was seeing was real and he wasn’t hallucinating: 

Charlotte: Hey! How are you settling into Mildura? Excited to start on Monday?

Since he was one of the only people leaving Melbourne, he figured everyone had forgotten him completely and gotten busy with their own lives, with him fading into irrelevance forever like a ghost. It was something he had gotten quite accustomed to, none of his very few childhood school friends had ever reached out to him after he had left. The fact that she had bothered to reach out to him out of the blue to check up on his well-being showed that she did remember and care for him, showing he wasn’t completely insignificant at least to someone. 

From that moment on, he decided to keep in contact with her because finding true genuine friends like her and Hunter was a one in a billion chance and rarer than diamonds with him knowing firsthand the true cruelty of society. Even though his very complex romantic feelings towards her and his unrequited crush hadn’t really gone away and didn’t seem as if they were going away anytime soon, now he also saw her as a cool older sister of sorts and realised that she liked him in a different way. Though his secret first crush on her he would take to his grave without telling a single soul, not even to his own family, similar to his forbidden taste in macrophilia fantasies.

Though he wondered if Charlotte had managed to decipher the fact that he had an unrequited secret crush on her, especially after the stunt he pulled when he told her his secret without actually telling her it was a secret……….  

Speaking of which, he was quite bored and lonely sitting in this godforsaken pub, so he decided to reach out to her and pulled out his phone to text her.    

Anura: Hey Charlotte. Hope Everything is going well with your new Job.   

Within two minutes she replied. ‘Well, that was fast!’ he thought to himself and smiled. 

Charlotte: Hi Anura. What are you up to?  

Anura: Having dinner at The Great Emu Pub and watching the Grand Final. 

Charlotte: By yourself? 

He didn’t have the heart to tell her that he lived in a shitty one-unit apartment with a currently broken-down TV and electric stove all by himself without any housemates and where all his neighbours were double his age who ignored him completely. As a result, he was watching the grand final all by himself in the pub with literally no friends. So instead, he lied and replied: 

Anura: Nah, I invited a few new friends from work 

Of course, in reality, while he was bonding with some people from his work, he hadn’t quite reached the stage yet where he could organise something with them since their friendships weren’t as strong yet and had always struggled making friends as the new guy in general. To be honest he was a terrible leader who couldn’t tell or guide people what to do since no one listened to him or ignored him which was especially true after he tried to lead a group project with a group of international students and got stabbed in the back and overthrown by them which was why he couldn’t coordinate a single social event. He wondered how Hunter had overcome this obstacle and risen to such Chad status.

 Charlotte: That’s nice to hear. I am actually helping to pick a dress for my sister’s wedding. 

Anura: Congrats!

Charlotte: Lol, I guess my whole family treats me as the baby and little assistant of the family since I’m the youngest out of 7 siblings.  

Anura: Well, the footy crowd should be here soon. That’s going to make things interesting

Charlotte: Talk soon. Let me know the next time you’re in Melbourne! 

Anura: Cheers 

Putting his phone down Anura took another sip of his Mercury Cider, smiling. 

Suddenly Anura felt something slimy and wet licking his leg. Scared out of his wits, he jumped up and banged his kneecap on the underside plank of the dining table, causing shockwaves of tingling pain throughout his leg, making him realise that he had hit his funny bone. 

“The fuck?” he gasped. 

Looking down, he saw an Australian Cattle Dog with her furry navy blue and light brown splotched and spotted coat sitting on her backside, wagging her tail, and panting with her long red drooling tongue hanging out. Looking at him with those sad puppy eyes she gave a little whine. 

“Oh, are you hungry girl?” asked Anura, lifting his spoon with a clump of mashed potatoes. “Here you can have some of my mashed potatoes”. 

Anura then flicked the mashed potatoes off his spoon directly into her mouth where she greedily snapped her toothy jaws shut, gulped and then whined happily. Looking at her collar, he saw the name ‘Bluey’ inscribed on her name tag. 

Suddenly out of nowhere a kookaburra swooped right in front of his face and then landed right in front of him, letting a loud laughing guffaw. Looking at him with those beady brown eyes, white creamy body, and brown and white striped wings, he laughed. 

“You scared the shit out of me buddy!” laughed Anura. “I will take it that you want some food as well?”   

The kookaburra, whose name was Skippy, opened her beak. Smiling Anura offered her a chip where she greedily guzzled it down. 

But little did he know that two pairs of greedy eyes were watching him through the window, belonging to two very cruel and sadistic individuals. 

And they were two individuals that Anura knew very well and had made his life an absolute living hell……. 

20 minutes earlier………

Right outside the window of the Great Emu Pub, where Anura was sitting at one of the tables, that overlooked a quiet regional side street which was filled with an assortment of old-fashioned 19th-century styled one and two-storey tinned, bricked and wooden country cafes, small businesses and general stores and a thicket of blue gum and eucalyptus trees along with small flowers and shrubs on the opposite side of the road, were two very unpleasant individuals. The two individuals were standing in the middle of a roundabout right in the centre of the intersection of the main road, which ran in front of the Great Emu Pub and the side street which ran along the right-hand side of the pub. The roundabout had a green island filled with small wattles, shrubs and flowers that were looking across to the line of country buildings along with some cars, Utes and trucks that were parked at a 45-degree angle in the parking bay right in front of the buildings.

The sharp eyes of one of the individuals who was clearly much shorter than the other spotted a familiar figure in the largest window of the clearly largest building in the side street, which took up most of its length with its long expanse of red and brown bricks. 

“Holy shit Hugh……. I don’t fucking believe it……I think it’s that stupid little brown autistic freak Anura!” sneered the much smaller individual. 

The much larger individual broke into a cold mocking laugh and together the two of them crossed the grey asphalt and white lines of the side street and then weaved in between the parked cars of the side street parking bay until they reached the grey concrete footpath and jutting tinned roof veranda of the pub, with them starting to creep up alongside the red and brown bricked side wall of The Great Emu Pub, just out of sight of Anura who was looking out the window with a lonely gaze. 

The sadistic individuals in question were none other than Hugh Collis and Talia Johnson; two of Anura’s biggest tormentors in high school. 

Hugh Collis was a colossal individual who had grown to an even more monstrous height of 6-foot 10 inches (208cm) with a stocky muscular build that was a whole foot taller and completely dwarfed Anura’s 5-foot 10 inches (177cm) scrawny frame. The notorious high school bully and former juvenile delinquent appeared to be just as menacing and thuggish as ever with the 23-year-old wearing a white singlet, light blue denim shorts and steel-capped boots with a long back mullet of golden blond hair that reached all the way down to his shoulders with a darker blond moustache on his upper lip that looked like a furry caterpillar. Now he had the symbol of the Rebel Bikie gang tattooed on his right bicep, which was a grinning skull with a Confederate cap and flag with the word Rebels and 1% inscribed across it along with a pistol and a motorcycle below it which indicated that he had joined the notorious outlaw bikie gang since dropping out of high school in year 11. 

On the other hand, his 22-year-old girlfriend Talia Johnson was a much smaller figure, standing around 5 foot 5 inches (165cm) tall with black wavy hair tucked behind her ears and touching the back of her shoulders with a single purple highlight running down on her left-hand side. She was wearing a plain purple fiddler’s cap on her head with a shiny metal nose ring threaded through her left nostril that glinted in the evening twilight while also wearing a vulgar short-sleeved t-shirt with the image of a skull and a pink bow on the top of the cranium on the right-hand side, with roses and vines growing out from its gaping eye sockets and wrapping around the girthy circumference of the skull. To complete this hellish look a ring of flames surrounded the skull with the t-shirt imprint plastered across her bosom area and perky tits. The bottom half of her body was covered by a light blue denim jean skirt and black stockings with her feet planted inside classic black and white chuck style Converse sneakers with a tattoo of a rose and some vines plastered on her right exposed forearm. 

Her fingernails were coated in midnight black nail polish while in one of her hands she gingerly clutched a smouldering cigarette with the burning red-orange ember end emitting plumes of smoke into the crisp twilight air. Peculiarly though, on the middle finger of her hand that was clutching the cigarette was a strange type of ring with a fake purple gem encrusted in the top middle section of the ring with half of the circumference of the ring transparent and filled with some orange jelly-like liquid while the rest of the circumference of the ring was gleaming with a metallic silver colour. Inside the orange jelly, something alive was twitching inside…….

“We fucking rode all the way up here from Melbourne on my motorbike, doing all 500 km hearing that there would be a massive Grand Final after party tonight where we would get lit as fuck and look who we stubble into babe!” sneered Hugh, peeking in and spying on Anura through the window and then taking a sip of his Cauldron Draught beer can. “Didn’t know that pathetic little curry faggot lived here now!”      

“I know right!” laughed his girlfriend Talia, bringing her smouldering cigarette back to her bright red lips, which were smothered in a fresh layer of cherry cola lipstick, and slipping the dart in between her lips before sucking and taking a long drag before then sliding it out again and blowing out erotically a cloud of tobacco smoke out of the corner of her mouth. “Oh, I remember how we used to fuck around with him so much and make him squeal like a little bitch!! Good times!!”  

As Talia started flicking the cigarette butt with her black painted glossy fingernails, Hugh couldn’t help but notice the strange ring on her finger which slid up and down slightly while she wiggled her fingers around with the orange jelly like fluid inside sloshing around inside and him noticing a little squirming black dot inside that was thrashing around. 

“What’s that cute ring on your finger babe?” smirked Hugh, eyeing it up. “Don’t recall you ever wearing it or me seeing it before…...” 

 “Oh, this?” giggled Talia, flashing her sexy eye-catching ring at him. “Ever heard of Live Animal Key Chains Hugh? They are super popular in some parts of China. There are live animals such as Salamanders, turtles, lizards and frogs that are packed into tiny plastic transparent bags that are filled with jelly like liquid that is essentially filled with nutrients and oxygen that can keep them alive for a few weeks. They look super fucking grouse when you strap any of them to your stuff or your body, especially when they thrash around in there, making it so eye-catching to passersby.” 

Hugh smirked and said, “They’re not pets, right babe?” 

“Fuck no!” laughed Talia. “I just think of them as objects or jewellery to flash around. Most of the people who buy them don’t even name them or look after them and after they die after a few weeks they just replace them with a new one. This one here I got custom made in a small town just out from Wuhan when I went to China with the shape of a ring with a tiny pathetic wiggling ant dropped inside.” 

Hugh laughed and said, “How did you get that shit past customs though? They are very strict with all the biodiversity restrictions shit you know”. 

Talia flashed a toothy pearly mischievous smile and said “My mum can be very persuasive with authorities, especially when she flashes money around…….” 

Hugh grinned and said “It’s kind of really fucking hot to see that pathetic little thing completely at your mercy. Kind of makes me wish some certain pathetic little nerds and faggots that we fucked around with back in high school were shrunk and trapped inside your ring!” 

“Remember all that fucking giantess fetish porn that we found on Anura’s laptop back when you were in Year 11 and I was in Year 10!” laughed Talia. “I mean dear lord, holy shit that’s even worse than having gay or tranny porn on your fucking hard drive!”  

“The snivelling little cunt was so embarrassed that he smashed his laptop to fucking smithereens on the girl’s bathroom floor when we confronted him about it!” sneered Hugh. “I mean I always knew he was a sick little fuck but holy shit that was truly on another level!”

“We did give that snivelling little cuck quite a fantasy he will never forget after that!” sneered Talia with a grin plastered across her face. “It was the most fun I have ever fucking had!”    

“How much money are you willing to bet that he would probably jerk off inside your ring or jizz himself inside the pool of orange jelly if it was him shrunk inside your ring instead of that ant!” snickered Hugh. “I mean it’s his deepest wet dream fantasy coming to life!” 

“Speaking of fantasy!” giggled Talia with uncontrollable laughter and spying on Anura through the window who was patting Bluey next to his table. “Oh, dear lord holy shit, is he this much of a fucking incel that he is trying to flirt with a fucking dog! Holy fuck I think it’s a literal bitch as well!”   

“Get it on camera babe!” gasped Hugh with excitement and glee. “We have got to create the next viral trend on TikTok and Instagram!” 

The two sadistic bullies grinned evilly, with Talia pulling her iPhone X out of her jean skirt pocket, opening her camera app, and then slowly creeping up to the Window on all fours while precariously pinching her smouldering cigarette butt in between her black-painted pointer finger and middle finger, zooming in on Anura petting Bluey through the window with her boyfriend laughing in a whisper like a Hyena right beside her ………

Inside the ring, a tiny helpless trafficked naked ant all the way from China was still clinging to life inside this monstrous hell where he lay submerged inside a thick pool of liquid jelly filled with liquefied oxygen and nutrients that he had been thrashing around inside over the last several weeks. He didn’t understand how humans could be so cruel and sadistic as to create a substance to prolong his pain and suffering as he should have died long ago of oxygen starvation under natural conditions when he was sealed inside this ring. He then realised that he had been forced to piss and defecate himself inside the orange jelly over the last few weeks, meaning he was literally breathing and drinking his own dissolved shit and piss. He would have rather shot himself with his sand grain pistol or slit his throat with a crystal knife rather than be a decoration for some evil gigantic human goddess. The last thing he remembered was going skinny dipping with one of the ant girl Scouts in a muddy puddle lake that was created in someone’s backyard from the rain the previous night before a gigantic set of tweezers being held by a meticulous set of gigantic Chinese girl’s fingers pinched both of them before they were then both stuffed into two glass jars and then separated from each other, never to see each other ever again. Next thing he knew he was stuffed inside a prison worse than hell itself and trafficked halfway across the world to end up in the hands or rather on the finger of a white giantess in her early 20’s. 

Half of the long pool of liquid jelly was shrouded in murky twilight darkness like the depths of the ocean due to the curved cylindrical metallic walls of the ring surrounding it. The other half was transparent, allowing him to gaze upon a colossal smouldering cigarette butt the size of an apartment building, with plumes of orange-reddish thick smoke bellowing out the end which was like an entire bushfire’s volume to him. It was casually being slid and toyed around with in between a set of meticulously manicured fingernails with midnight black glossy polished nails that flashed in front of him like a billboard canvas with fingers the size of skyscrapers. As the fingernails and the inner skin of her fingers flicked, prodded and slid the cigarette butt back and forth casually, flicking ant-size ash projectile clumps out of the end of her cigarette butt he could feel the orange jelly around him violently swishing around like the ocean in a hurricane, resulting in him being thrown around like a ragdoll. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the cigarette butt and her fingers slowly ascending upwards. 

Suddenly he was greeted by a monstrous set of cherry cola lipstick smeared plushy lips filling his entire perceptual window of the transparent side of the ring that was facing towards her slightly gaping maw that looked like a colossal cavern, with a terrifying black abyss in between her prying lips that could swallow the entire sun in a single gulp. As the lips parted wider and wider a strong scent of minty tobacco breath wafted all over the ring that was so strong that he could taste it, even while locked inside his ring prison and submerged inside the pool of viscous orange jelly. As her fingers went right up to her parting lips, he screamed at first as he thought his human goddess was going to eat the ring off her finger but then out of the corner of his eye saw the cigarette butt, that was pinched in between her fingertips, like a crane slide effortlessly in between the prying maw before her lips sealed around it. 

The transparent side of her ring that was facing towards the lips was pressed right up against her bright red lips, resulting in a lip imprint with red cherry cola lipstick smeared all over the transparent side of the ring window he was looking through on her pointer finger, resulting in blurring his view of the outside world and resulting in a sickening cruel kiss imprint splattered on the entire ring prison looking glass from end to end. As the transparent side of the ring was pressed right up against Talia’s lips, he could a hear deafening suction noise from Talia taking a drag of her cigarette with her inhaling the smoke right into her lungs that had enough suction force to create a hurricane. As she took a drag, he could see out of the corner of his eye through the smeared kiss imprint of the ring prison looking glass that the end of the cigarette butt was turning bright red-orange, brighter than even the evening sun for a second. As she parted her lips and slid the cigarette butt out of her prying maw an eruption of smoke bellowed from her maw that was like a dense fog of ash from a bushfire or an ash volcanic eruption that shrouded her fingers and the transparent looking glass window of her ring in a murky greyness for a second with the smoke so strong he could once again taste the tobacco laded air inside his ring prison, submerged inside the pool of viscous orange jelly. As the smoke cleared, he then realised the human goddess who he was currently nothing more than a decoration to her was once again repeating the same process of flicking and prodding her delectable cigarette butt, resulting in him being thrown around like a ragdoll inside the pool of orange jelly. As he gazed upon the colossal columns of her stocking-clad legs and feet encased inside black and white chuck laced Converse style sneakers down below him through his ring looking glass prison that was capable of stomping out an entire ant hill, he realised that the stories he had heard about humans being the most sadistic creatures in the universe were now true given the fact he was suffering a fate worse than death…….

Meanwhile, Talia had been filming for around 3 minutes straight with her perched down on the rough pavement on her knees crouched down on all fours with the majority of her body dipped below the bottom windowsill so that Anura couldn’t see her through the window, raising one of her hands slightly with her iPhone X peeking just above it, capturing Anura cooing to the docile Australia Cattle Dog and lovingly petting it, with her snickering to herself. 

“I think he finally found a girlfriend after all babe!” giggled Talia. “Too bad he was so fucking repulsive and pathetic with a micro-sized curry-flavoured dick that he couldn’t even court a fucking human!” 

“How do you know it’s a female dog?” inquired Hugh. 

“One of my cousins is a vet” explained Talia. “I can clearly see her underside which has two distinct vulva fatty tissue flaps”. 

“Given the fact that this complete fucking loser wanks about fantasies about himself and others being shrunk and squished under girl’s bare feet as well as being swallowed down their throats it actually would not surprise me if he was actually into this fucking bestiality shit as well!” laughed Hugh heartily. “Post this on Instagram right now with the caption ‘When the School’s Former Resident Incel gets a Girlfriend’.”

“Not yet…...” she smirked with her crawling back towards her boyfriend on her hands and knees on the pavement under the windowsill of the Great Emu Pub, before then clamouring up to her feet when she was completely out of Anura’s window sight. “I want to touch it up with some more editing before posting it. I really want to humiliate him and make him suffer.”

 “Speaking of which…...” grinned Hugh, unbuttoning his Demin button and pulling down the waistband of his Demin shorts and boxers, allowing his massive 9-inch girthy erect cock to spring out like a rubber band, waving it around like an antenna with his blond pubes and ball sac that could be seen jiggling around as well. “Want to go another round tonight babe?” 

 Talia laughed and replied “Hahaha not out here babe in a public street!” covering her mouth in delighted shock. 

“Relax babe, there is like no one out here anyway!” replied Hugh Collis. “Like no one really lives in this little desert fucking shithole anyway”. 

“You know what would be really funny!” giggled Talia. “If that stupid little incel freak was actually shrunk down in our hands and completely at our mercy! What would we do with him, babe?” 

Hugh bit his lip for a moment and then grinned and replied “I think I would put him on the tip of my massive fucking cock and then plunge my dick inside your ripe pussy and start ferociously fucking you babe, taking him along for the ride as well. Imagine my massive gargantuan cock ramming the little shit against your tight pussy walls, throwing him around like a ragdoll and soaking him in our fluids, feeling his tiny squirming pathetic little body inside your fucking snatch babe! And then when we both orgasm, we drown him in our fluids and leave his corpse in there to rot, or we can chuck it in the bin or flush his body down the toilet like a condom! God that sounds so fucking hot…...”  he drooled, drunk on power while his erect cock started leaking some precum at the thought of the sick horny fantasy……

“I genuinely think we found some of his giantess sfx porn films resembling that exact scenario you just described!” giggled Talia. “I bet he was jerking his tiny virgin dick off to that little cuckold fantasy!! His deepest sick little fantasy coming to life!! Fuck I even bet he would ejaculate himself if we used him like a sex toy while fucking each other!! Talk about being the ultimate fucking cuck!!” 

“He should be thanking us in a way…...” sneered Hugh. “The stupid little brown faggot is never going to make love to a girl or please a girl in any way in his miserable worthless pathetic little life and what we would do to him is the closest he will ever get to pleasing a girl when he wiggles around inside your glorious cunt and makes you dripping wet. He would know somehow what it is like to make love!! We would be giving him the ultimate hands-on experience!” 

“Fuck, that makes me so wet thinking about it……...” moaned Talia, feeling a wetness in her panties. Then she flashed a cheeky smile at him and added “But I think I would prefer it if we did it in my asshole!! That way he can choke, suffocate and drown to death on my shit, anal slime and your hot creamy white jizz and then I can shit him out in the toilet when I take my nice big fat dump! Quite a fitting fate for a dirty little Asian shitskin if you ask me to be swimming around with literal shit while having shit-coloured skin!” 

“Ewwwww babe you’re so gross!!!” laughed Hugh. 

“Speaking of which……….” stated Talia, taking a final drag of her almost finished cigarette butt with her sliding the butt effortlessly in between her bright red cherry cola lips and inhaling a deep cloud of tobacco with her midnight black painted fingernails squeezing the butt tightly in between her fingers. “Let’s take a long walk. We can fuck around with this fucking loser later. I have some editing of the video with this incel freak to do plus I heard there will be more people coming to this pub later for Grand Final night. I have big plans with the video until then………” she grinned sadistically. 

Eyeing a small anthill jutting out from the gap in between two pavement tiles with a couple of ants crawling around on the slopes of the sandy hill, Talia smirked and looked at the almost finished smouldering cigarette butt pinched in between her glossy midnight black painted fingertips and turned to her colossal almost 7-foot-tall boyfriend and said: “Hey babe, you want to see something kind of cool?” 

Hugh flexed his blond moustache on his upper lip, twitched his eyebrow and replied “Um, sure”. 

Talia grinned and crouched down over the anthill, leaning her face closer and closer to the ant hill until it was completely looming over it. The helpless ants looked up to see a gigantic moon-sized head of a human goddess filling their entire perceptual vision in a solar eclipse and casting them in a shadow of twilight with them gazing upon her waves of midnight black hair draped over the sides of her head sprouting from her plain purple fiddler’s cap with a single purple highlight tucked behind her ear and twinkles of light reflecting off her metallic nose ring. Then her bright red glossy cherry cola lips parted and unleashed an eruption of tobacco smoke from deep inside her lungs like a pyroclastic flow, engulfing the entire anthill in a vast plume of tobacco smoke. Many of the ants right in the firing line began to suffocate and start coughing up blue blood on their clothes and then collapse on the ground on their hands and knees, feeling the stinging burning hot tobacco-laden air shredding their lungs like razor blades. When the smoke cleared, several of the ants were twitching in extreme pain on the slopes of the anthill, unable to move anymore. 

“That was kind of sexy!” smirked Hugh. 

“There is plenty more where that came from!” murmured Talia in an erotic whisper with a sly grin plastered across her horny face. “Want to do something even fucking sexier babe?” 

Hugh grinned and then crouched down to his much shorter girlfriend and then the two twisted lovers immediately locked lips with one another. Soft passionate kissing and smooching noises could be heard as the two exchanged spit, saliva and frolicking tongues with one another with Hugh tasting the sweet taste of his girlfriend’s minty tobacco breath and her cherry cola scented lipstick on his tongue. His cock was slowly growing to its monstrous 9-inch fully erect frame and his schlong and ball sac were sticking out over the waistband rim of his half pulled down Demin shorts. 

As the French kissing intensified, Talia exhaled a smaller cloud of minty tobacco from deep inside her lungs, that had been tucked away in there, directly into her boyfriend’s mouth and throat through their passionate kissing with his mouth and throat filling up with the delectable puffs from his girlfriend’s exhaled cigarette smoke. In response, Hugh wrapped his girthy arm around her waist and snuggled her into his much larger torso frame and then slid his palm to the backside of her jean skirt. Sliding his hand up her jean skirt he then clenched her stocking clad ass cheek within his gargantuan palm which completely engulfed the entire curvature of her ass cheek, resulting in Talia softly erotically moaning in pleasure. In response to this, Talia switched her almost smouldering cigarette butt from her right hand to her left hand and then slowly began reaching out towards her boyfriend’s exposed overhanging erect schlong with the ring on her finger. 

The ant prisoner who was locked inside Talia’s cruel animal custom made jelly ring was in for a shocking and rude awakening. After being jostled, swirled and swished around inside the orange viscous ocean of jelly from Talia moving and curling her fingers around from transferring her cigarette butt from one hand to the other, when the jostling, swishing and swirling around eased down, through the lipstick kiss imprint smeared ring looking glass, he saw something horrifying that was filling up his entire perceptual vision. 

Hugh Collis’s massive erect 9-inch cock. 

“Holy motherfucking Gaia noooo!!!!” screamed the helpless naked ant prisoner who was completely at the mercy of the interactions between the two horny human lovers. “You sick bastards!!” 

Talia’s black glossy midnight painted fingernails pressed gently into the shaft of her boyfriend’s massive cock with the ring facing directly towards it. The ant trapped inside the orange jelly ring was soon greeted by a wall of reddish pinkish-white cock shaft flesh that was pressing right up against the transparent side of the ring looking glass, resulting in leaving a nice sweaty imprint with the stench of hot vaporised semen droplets and raw body heat emanating from her boyfriend’s cock that was so strong he could taste it, even while inside his ring prison with him submerged inside the pool of viscous orange jelly. He could see a set of meticulously manicured fingernails with midnight black glossy polished nails that flashed in front of him like a billboard canvas gently pressing into Hugh’s soft cock shaft flesh with her soft plushy fingertips and gently stroking the foreskin up and down, resulting in deep erotic moans from the giant lad above him with the grotesque sound of rubbing flesh. Most horrifying of all in the distance on the horizon from the left-hand side of the ring looking glass, he could see Hugh's red exposed penis glans which was starting to ooze white sticky pre cum with droplets of it trickling down the sides of his cock shaft and foreskin like a slow lava volcanic eruption. He had never seen a human penis so big; it was bigger than the Burj Khalifa at more than 800 metres in length from his perspective. Things were beginning to get heated and steamy with the pulsating of the erectile tissue from inside Hugh’s cock shaft increasing in frequency and magnitude with the moans of the young lad getting louder and louder, reaching a tantalizing crescendo as his girlfriend continued her soft public hand job that was on show for anyone who passed by like it was some kind of voyeurism show. 

At times Talia’s fingers also gently brushed up against and pressed into her boyfriend’s sweaty scrotum and furry testicle sacs while she gave her tender hand job, which were covered by a fine layer of blond pubes. This resulted in sweaty semen scented scrotum balloon-like flesh and curly blond pubes pressing up and smearing themselves against the ring looking glass, resulting in the ant prisoner to witness some very unholy sites. Sometimes the entire curvature of his soft balloon-like scrotum and forest of curly blond pubes would be completely surrounding Talia’s ring, making it seem like to the ant that he was inside a spaceship on an alien world but in reality, he was collateral damage in human love making with the strong scent of sweat and semen seeping its way deep inside Talia’s ring and making him feel nauseous.      

At one point Talia gave Hugh’s scrotum a slight squeeze with her glossy midnight black painted fingertips and then tickled it, resulting in a deep earth-shattering happy erotic moan from the human giant above and the ant prisoner facing a wall of soft wrinkled balloon like scrotum flesh pressed right up against the ring looking glass with a wet sweaty squelch……

Suddenly a big droplet of white sticky semen splattered all over the transparent part of Talia’s ring, resulting in the ring looking glass being smeared in white jizz and slowly mixing in with the cherry cola lipstick kiss imprint of the owner, resulting in a whitish reddish mixture that reduced visibility to the outside world down to just 20%. The scent of fresh semen was so strong even while inside his ring prison, submerged inside the pool of viscous orange jelly that the naked ant prisoner vomited out of sheer disgust…….    

As Talia continued softly fondling her boyfriend’s massive 9-inch erect cock, they both suddenly heard the beep of a Ute coming from the main street in front of the Great Emu Pub which caused her to retract her hand back in shock.   

“Ugh……… babe, you can’t leave me hanging like this…….” groaned Hugh, with the tip of his massive 9-inch erect cock dripping droplets of cum and his cock shaft and foreskin covered in smeared dried stains of pre cum with his dick pulsating on the verge of orgasm. “I was just about to fucking cum………” 

“Shit!” gasped Talia. “I think someone might be coming babe! Pull your shorts back up. I will finish you off somewhere more private………” she told him, glancing over to the thicket of blue gum and eucalyptus trees along with some small flowers and shrubs on the opposite side of the road. 

As Hugh pulled his boxers and Demin shorts back up with a sad angry pout and tried to force his boner back down, Talia transferred the cigarette back from her left hand to her right hand that had her ring and her helpless ant captive inside. Feeling some of her boyfriend’s slimy pre-cum on her fingers and ring and then looking at her almost finished completely burnt-out cigarette butt she remarked “Well I guess I don’t need this anymore…….” 

Then she spotted the ant hill peeking out from in between the two pavement tiles with all the ants still painfully twitching from her cruel erotic stunt earlier, then she looked back to her cigarette butt, grinned and got an even more evil idea……….     

Talia grinned and then flicked her cigarette butt with her midnight black painted fingertips casually and effortlessly onto the ant hill. The cigarette butt hit a side slope of the sandy ant hill like a missile, resulting in a mini-explosion of sand, tobacco ash and bursts of embers, resulting in several of the ants being incinerated upon impact. The surviving ants looked up in horror to see the gridded checkered imprint of a Converse sneaker with a piece of pink gum wedged in one of the treads of the shoe engulf their entire perceptual vision and blotting out the entire sun before it mercilessly came down upon them, obliterating them, the cigarette butt and the entire ant hill into a flattened layer of ant guts, tobacco ash and paper, Talia’s wet slimy moist old chewed up pink gum and sand. To add extra insult to injury Talia’s Converse sneaker twisted the heavy ball of her foot on top of the flattened ant hill, dead ants and cigarette butt, grinding everything into dust. 

“Now I am all done with my dart!” smirked Talia as she grinded her flattened cigarette butt on top of the flattened ant hill, enjoying the power she exercised over the tiny helpless insects, very similar to all the people she had bullied and tormented back at Blackwater High.    

As Talia flicked her cigarette butt onto the ant hill and crushed it under her Converse sneaker, the tiny ant trapped inside her ring that was submerged within the orange jelly was flung around like a ragdoll when Talia flicked her fingers more vigorously. This resulted in him banging on the sides of the dried cum and lipstick smeared ring looking glass whenever he was flung against the transparent wall and emitting muffled watery screams as his eyes gazed upon the savagery and destruction upon a foreign ant colony committed by his human goddess owner. While it was a completely different ant colony his heart jumped up to his mouth in horror and naked fear as he saw his blood brothers and sisters massacred and tortured at the hands (or rather feet) of another human on a power trip. 

Talia and Hugh soon walked away from the Great Emu Pub with sick smirks on their faces, leaving their bully victim to torment later tonight when they returned with their humiliating edited video. 

“Speaking of which!” sneered Hugh as they walked off together, further down the street away from the pub towards the thicket of blue gum and eucalyptus trees. “I got some fucking pajeet to hack into Anura’s messenger, Facebook and Instagram accounts to see what the little faggot had been up to since leaving high school when I accidentally stumbled across his accounts. Right after I taught the stupid little pajeet to stop shitting in the street and use a toilet for once lol. You won’t believe the simping and grovelling he has been doing to a pretty white girl that he met on campus as well as the big secret that he told her!” 

“Holy shit, this is fucking rich, you have got to tell me more!” laughed Talia loudly as they continued walking off together.   

But little did they know what they were in store for……….

 Back at the Great Emu Pub, Present time         

Suddenly out of nowhere, an angry voice pierced the air like a stone shattering glass. 

“Oi! You filthy fucking animals! Stop disturbing my customers!” yelled the voice of a man who sounded like he was in his late 40’s. 

Skippy flew away to the other side of the room in fear while Bluey whined and skulled down. Out of the corner of his eye, Anura saw the pub owner stomping over in a rage, his sweaty brown mullet and blue and white checkered shirt glistening in the evening twilight sun. 

“You stupid little bitch!” sneered the pub owner. “Do I need to get the fucking cane out for you?”

Terrified, the poor dog scampered away to the other room. 

“What the actual fuck man?” gasped Anura. “You can’t threaten your poor dog like that!” 

“First of all boy it’s my fucking pub and second of all this fucking bitch isn’t even mine. My brother-in-law left this dumb soppy little bitch in my care while he goes away for the weekend. I hate all dogs, especially the whiny little bitches that beg my fucking customers for food!” snarled the pub owner. “Female dogs are the absolute fucking worst! As for that stupid little Kookaburra, it’s a pest that always comes around here, begging patrons for food. 

Anura was angered and disgusted by the vulgar filth coming out of his mouth, with him just about to say something when the golden-hanging bell jingled on the entrance door. 

“Finally!” the pub owner exclaimed. “Another customer!” 

The pub door swung open and Anura’s heart leapt into his throat as his eyes fell upon the gorgeous specimen that lay before him. 

In front of him was a fair-skinned white girl with deep mud-brown eyes and long brunette hair that was tied neatly into a high ponytail. Completing her outfit was a light blue denim overall pinafore dress with a short-sleeved white t-shirt underneath and yellow Crocs that were peppered with gaping holes and some assorted stickers on the tip ends with her wearing her yellow crocs in their slipper-on form. Both her fingernails and toenails were long and unpainted that were razor-sharp as a cat’s claws.  Around her neck dangled a silver catholic cross which glistened in the evening reddish orange twilight. The girl looked so young as well, just 15 years old in appearance yet twiddling in between the fingers of her right hand was a half-lit cigarette with the burning reddish orange end wafting plumes of tobacco smoke into the crisp air. 

“Um excuse me little missy, you can’t smoke in my pub…” grunted the pub owner angrily, pointing at the no smoking sign on the back wall behind the bar service desk. “Besides you look way too young to be smoking young lady”. 

“Oh, come on, I’m almost done with my dart!” groaned the teenage girl. “Besides there is no one else here apart from that guy…….” she said, pointing at Anura. 

“That’s only because there are no footy patrons here yet!” replied the Pub owner, pointing angrily at the clock hanging on the side wall.  “They will be here around 6:00 pm which is in just 5 minutes. Now hurry up dirty lungs and put that shit out before I call the police!”. 

“Gosh, what a fucking asshole!” muttered the girl under her breath. “All this for one little ciggie…” 

When the pub owner’s back was turned and began walking back towards the back kitchen door behind the service desk, she gave him the finger and then took one final drag with her blowing a big puffy cloud of tobacco smoke. Flicking her cigarette towards the ground, it bounced twice before rolling right next to a little butchy boy (woodlouse) who was crawling around near the entrance walkway. The poor arthropod looked up to see the dirty yellow-zig-zagged grooves of her brightly yellow-coloured croc with the word ‘crocs’ and the shoe size number ‘7’ plastered in the middle raised above him, casting a dark shadow. With one swift movement, the croc came crashing down, flattening the smouldering cigarette butt into a flattened piece of crushed tobacco paper and liquifying the butchy boy’s body into a little pile of sticky black goo. 

When the white brunette girl flicked and crushed her cigarette butt under her bright yellow plastic croc she also decided to start twisting and pivoting her foot with her scrunching her toes inwards to add extra pressure to fully extinguish it. Then her eyebrows raised in surprise as she heard and felt an unexpected wet crunch under her yellow croc. 

“Oops……,” she giggled nervously with her slowly raising her bright yellow plastic croc to reveal a crushed and mangled cigarette butt with ash surrounding it as well as the sticky strands of black goo between the underside of her croc and the hardwood floor. She realised that she had accidentally killed a bug while crushing her dart. 

‘Sorry little guy…...’ she shrugged to herself, biting her lip as she felt a slight sticky wetness in between her legs and then thought. ‘Guess you should have been more careful. I have big stompy feet that seem to have a mind of their own sometimes. Your little friends ought to stay out of my way next time.’

“Yuck!” she muttered, wiping the butchy boy's remains on the hardwood floor before strolling towards the bar table more confidently with her bare feet scraping and clunking around inside the muggy partially sealed interior of her yellow Crocs loudly. 

But little did she know that she had accidentally snuffed out two other bugs which was a sign of the series of insane events that was about to take place inside this pub and the countless other lives that this young lady would be snuffing out tonight. A brightly coloured ladybug with black spots against its brightly coloured fiery-orange shell along with two microscopic green aphids hitching a ride on its back like stowaways, where the ladybug was around the size of the Titanic to them, had foolishly decided to traverse across the landscape of Isabelle’s yellow croc on the frontside facing upward towards the ceiling: the very same croc that she would use to crush her cigarette out. As the ladybug along with its two invisible passengers trekked across the endless yellow plastic desert which was slightly curved and very plasticky and slippery with giant gaping craters surrounding them like minefields, that plunged downwards into a muggy abyss with flashes of wiggling pinkish white skin underneath in the front tip section of her croc, they could taste the stench of heated rubbery plastic and salty vinegary sweat in the air. 

Suddenly the jerking movement of Isabelle raising her bright yellow croc to crush her cigarette resulted in the ladybug being violently thrown forward due to the landscape shaking like a magnitude 9 earthquake. The sudden jolt caused the ladybug to be thrown inside the gaping front open crater directly in front of it which was really just one of dozens of gaping open holes peppering the front side of her croc. It all happened so fast that the ladybug didn’t even get a chance to flap its wings to fly out to escape; it just plunged straight downwards like a stone into the twilight abyss inside her croc and then banged itself against the slippery slide of Isabelle’s inner skin of her second toe all the way to the bottom of her yellow croc’s insole like a tennis ball. During the commotion the two microscopic green aphids were flung off the ladybug’s back like confetti with them flying off into the great unknown. 

The two poor aphids didn’t stand a chance since they were so microscopic, despite having hardy exoskeletons. As soon as they landed on the fabric-cushioned sweat-soaked insole, a tiny droplet of foot sweat trickled its way from in between her big toe and second toe that had traces of dissolved toe jam and due to their microscopic size, the bus-sized droplet from their perspective engulfed them within the droplet’s volume as it slowly oozed across the furry fabric-lined insole of her croc which was slowly being absorbed into the insole like a sponge. The two helpless aphids drowned instantly the moment they were engulfed inside Isabelle’s tiny foot sweat droplet with their corpses slowly simmering within the 37-degree droplet of foot sweat.  

The ladybug on the other hand would be subjected to a much more painful and brutal fate. As Isabelle pressed her croc down to crush her cigarette butt, the ladybug could feel something crunching and crackling right underneath it through the fabric-lined sweat-soaked insole, which was slightly bucking upwards and twitching, resulting in shaking its body around a little. Through the several peppered holes above it that were letting in rays of light, casting it in a shower of murky reddish orange artificial spotlight it could see that it was situated inside two colossal pinkish-white wiggling worms which were connected to an even larger colossal curved fleshy structure that swallowed up the entire volume of the croc cavern. As the croc tipped at a 45-degree angle, it could feel itself sliding right towards the rounded tip of her Croc along with some vigorous twisting and grinding from side to side which resulted in throwing it around like a ragdoll with the crunching and crackling underneath it increasing in magnitude and then slowly simmering down. As it continued to slide downwards it then realised with horror that Isabelle’s toes were slowly closing inwards like a vice, meaning that it was in real danger of being popped like a grape in between her sweaty toes. However, it instead slid right down to the tip of her croc where it was entrapped by the ends of Isabelle’s toes. 

The ends of Isabelle’s toes had serrated meat hooks, eka sharp toenails on the end. 

As Isabelle crushed her cigarette butt under her yellow Croc, she felt a little lump in between her toes when she clenched her sweaty toes together inside her muggy hot Croc to add extra pressure to crush her smouldering cigarette butt. Smirking a bit as she thought a rock or a piece of dirt had slipped inside one of the front holes of her Croc, she began playing around with it by flicking it around in between her toes, biting her lip at feeling the little lump rubbing up against the inner skin of her toes and scratching it against her sharp toenails until she felt a gooey wetness, secretly fantasising that it was something else while feeling increasing slimy sticky wetness in between her legs with her breaths becoming shorter and raspier ……...

 The ladybug was gutted like a pig at an abattoir with Isabelle’s sharp toenails slashing and slicing at its body, causing its brown and yellow coloured guts and blue and purple blood to spill out through deep secretions gorged open by the razor-sharp edge of Isabelle's toenails with some of it splattering in between her toes on the fabric lined insole and other amounts being smeared across the inner skin of her toes. Its entire body had been slashed and cut up into bite-sized chunks of bug meat like it had gone through a meat grinder and been completely butchered after being played with like a ragdoll by Isabelle’s meat cleaver like toenails.  Some of its buggy guts had even gotten wedged under Isabelle’s sharp toenails with it mixing in with her toe cheese and forming a thin layer of greyish line grime under her toenails.  

It was a sign of things to come………. 

19-year-old Isabelle Camberwell was your typical teenage girl who had just finished school 9 months ago and lived at home with her parents in Mildura, where she had been born and raised her whole life with her two younger brothers. Unfortunately, her parents had become quite displeased with her lifestyle choices, having decided to take a gap year and decided not to enrol in any sort of university or higher education and currently didn’t even have any sort of part-time job. Literally living off daddy’s money, she had come to the Great Emu Pub to meet up with her two former high school friends to go to a concert that was being hosted by one of her most favourite American teenage actresses who had decided to try a career in music as well but was confused that she hadn’t seen them here yet or any kind of stage for the concert set up yet. 

The flyer sent to her email inbox did say that the concert would be here plus her friend had told her just minutes ago bizarrely out of the blue that she wanted her to meet someone here that she knew…………... 

Anura was half drunk so he didn’t even bother making direct eye contact with her, though he was secretly eyeballing her like eye candy out of the corners of his eyes due to how smoking hot her body was and her gorgeous face, resulting in a rock-hard erection in his pants with some pre-cum forming, resulting in him becoming flustered and trying to cover up his boner with his right forearm by pushing down on his crotch. He already knew that gorgeous girl was way out of his league since the vast majority of girls with that level of attractiveness completely ignored him as if he was invisible with some of them even actively avoiding him as if they were repulsed by his presence and existence for his feeble weakness and awkward social cues. It was why he didn’t even bother approaching her or even try waving to her. Like she would ever talk to a complete fucking loser like him.  

Charlotte Beeline was a notable exception to this. 

It was part of the reason why he felt horny lust with him feeling some pre-cum beginning to ooze out, resulting in slightly forming a sticky patch on the inside of his groin area inside his underwear, but he felt no love or warm cuddliness deep inside his soul which was why he didn’t have that feeling of the eruption of butterflies fluttering around in his stomach like he did with Charlotte Beeline.    

‘You know Charlotte even though you were already taken, you really helped me break out of my shell and will always have a special place in my heart as the very first girl I had a crush on’ thought Anura to himself with a wry smile. ‘You were so lovely.’   

While he was deep inside his own thoughts, he remembered his father’s offensive and racist remarks about white girls and Indians that he had told him back home in Melbourne. 

“Who is this stupid little white girl and why has she booked a shitty Airbnb so far away from the original robotics exhibition centre?” his father remarked sarcastically when Charlotte had booked an Airbnb for their small group for the 5-day robotics camp his cohort had gone on in their final year.  

“I know what these white girls are like puta (Sinhalese for son)” his father had snarled another time. “They have a new flavour every month”. 

He then remembered the most recent argument he had with his father about romantic relationships just before he left for Mildura. It had turned quite ugly as he remembered and ended on quite a sour note. 

“You know Anura, both your twin sister and even your little sister are in relationships. Several of your peers have partners. Meanwhile, you just chain yourself inside the house like a socially awkward tweeb. This is just really sad and embarrassing. Do you know how many people are shocked and confused with them scratching their heads when I tell them your little sister has a partner but you don’t!” he ranted on and on

“Look son, stop chasing after vanilla girls. Especially those blond and brunette bimbos. You know if you don’t find a partner soon so that I can brag to all my friends about, I will have to find you a nice, cute Sri Lankan girl as a last resort using my contacts. Good thing there are arranged marriages for timid little wankers like you” his father had stated. 

This had enraged Anura. “That is precisely the problem Dad! I don’t want some stupid matchmaker arranged wedding fucking bullshit! You do realise that you are just helping to reinforce cringy South Asian stereotypes! Oh, and I want a girl to authentically love me for who I am! Not because she is an opportunistic fucking parasite who wants a fucking visa to come to Australia!” he yelled. 

“How dare you talk to your father like that!” yelled his father. 

In fact, his father wasn’t just racist against white girls. He hated Indians and Hindus, especially the Northern Indians from Hindustan which were a whole other story. He had actually quit his job at a software engineering company because there were quote ‘too many smug sweaty loud Indians yelling in their stupid Hindi language….’ 

He had gotten a lot of shit from his dad after getting ripped off by an Indian taxi driver, most probably from New Delhi or Mumbai, after coming back from Mildura Airport where the driver had invited another stranger into his taxi to try to do two trips in one go, making him confused about the pricing and taxi rates. 

“He ripped you off, Anura!” yelled his dad in fury. “He fucking charged you 1.5 times the actual fare!!”  

“I…… uh…….” stammered Anura. 

“Was he a brown guy with a thick high-pitched Indian accent?” inquired his father with him narrowing his eyebrows. 

“Yeah…….” replied Anura uncertainly. 

“Of course he fucking was!” laughed his father mockingly. “Why am I not surprised!! Only a fucking dirty Indian Hindu would engage in this kind of scummy, cheating scamming dirty type of behaviour and tactics!! Typical fucking Indian!!” 

“I…… uh…….” stammered Anura, completely shocked and speechless to his father’s ranting with him coming to the realisation that maybe he had indeed been scammed and ripped off, making him feel embarrassed. 

“Don’t ever take a taxi again puta (Sinhalese for son)” lectured his father strongly. “Especially if the driver looks like he just came from fucking Hindustan. Take the public bus, no matter how long you have to wait. I don’t want your hard-earned money to be scammed by these kinds of people and dirty little Punjab fuckers”.    

His dad never really did think he could handle his own money.   

Looking back, he saw Isabelle seated on one of the red cushioned bar stools in front of the Mercury Cider tap, humming to herself cheerfully and looking at the drinks menu plastered above the drinks glass cabinet and shelves behind the bar table while dangling her yellow Crocs with her toes. The droning of the commentator’s voice continued over the grand final match, playing on a plasma TV hanging from the ceiling structure of the left-hand side of the bar table in front of her, tilted towards her and being suspended by two thin metal beams. 

Anura’s heart skipped a beat as she looked back, and seductively winked at him. 

‘Holy fuck, did she actually notice someone like me!’ he thought to himself. ‘And she’s fucking beckoning me to come over to her to fucking interact with her!’. 

‘Then again she might be toying with me as a sick joke…….’ thought the pessimistic side of him.  

He did not want to screw this up again since this was the closest chance he had to a second chance to try again. First impressions were everything and he wanted to do things rationally this time and not in an impulsive moment of emotional excitement. He definitely could not ask his father for any dating advice after their little spat. His mother was a whole other story. He had actually broken a promise to her and told one person a secret about her to someone and had really dug himself into a massive hole he just couldn’t get out of and he never ever told her what he had done and he certainly did not want to face the repercussions of that. So that only left one person to ask. 

Charlotte.  

She always gave him the best advice, not just when it came to coursework. 

“Waiting for your boyfriend, are we?” sneered the nosy pub owner as he came out of the kitchen door. His waiter Roy was on his phone in the kitchen and his other bartender was taking out the garbage in the alleyway so that just left him to perform bar service. 

“Boyfriend?” laughed Isabelle “God I wish”. 

‘Okay’ thought Anura to himself. ‘So, she’s single and available. That’s great news. Obstacle one out of the way.’ 

Pulling out his phone, he opened the messenger app and began texting Charlotte. 

‘I can’t believe I am asking the older girl I had a crush on for 2 years for dating advice on how to hook up with another girl to get over her because she already has an older boyfriend. And this is despite the fact that I still have some uncontrollable subconscious romantic feelings for her that just won’t go away. God my love life is so fucked up right now and is more complicated than fucking quantum physics’ he thought to himself. 

“Excuse me I will take one vodka lime please!” asked Isabelle. 

The pub owner’s eyebrows narrowed and the bristles on his moustache flexed as he looked down on her with a certain kind of arrogant dominance. 

“ID, little missy” he ordered gruffly. “Because I am not serving vodka to someone who looks like a 15-year-old schoolgirl”. 

Highly offended she retorted “Um excuse me I’m actually 19!” 

“Your adorable little baby face says otherwise” replied the pub owner. “ID now or I am not serving you a drop”. 

“For fuck’s sake…...” she grumbled as she fiddled around and pulled her red purse out of the front pocket of her overall light blue denim dress. ‘Every single fucking time’.   

Pulling out and showing her brightly coloured yellow stripped and light green Victorian Learner's Permit from her purse and then waving it in front of her face, the pub owner swiftly snatched it and began studying it closely very slowly and dramatically. 

“Hmmm…….,” he smirked. “Date of Birth May 4th, 2000, huh?” 

“This is fucking ridiculous!” she snarled. “You are just being a massive pain in my ass now, just to annoy me and take the fucking piss out of me! You saw my ID, now hurry up and give me my fucking vodka!” 

Slamming Isabelle’s Leaner’s permit on the table in front of her, he threateningly pointed a finger at her. 

“You watch your mouth you little shit!” he snarled. “Otherwise, I will throw you outside and give you a good spanking for good measure to teach you some manners young lady!!”

The pub owner then proceeded to put his hands underneath a shelf that was under the bar table to get a schooner glass. Annoyed with the haughty arrogance from this little brat, he turned the knob of the Vodka lime tap and then began filling the glass with a bright pinkish-yellow liquid and then dropped some ice cubes for good measure. 

“Enjoy little girl…….” he grumbled. “I’m going to take a dump now and don’t you dare think about ditching here without paying. I know where you live now” referring back to her learner’s permit that he had closely scrutinised. 

“Jee thanks…….” muttered Isabelle as he handed her the drink. 

As soon as his back was turned Isabelle stuck two middle fingers at him as he wandered through the kitchen door. 

“Cunt!” she snarled and then thought to herself: ‘What an absolute fucking creep. Same age as my dad and is continuously berating me. I am getting major pedo vibes from him’.    

Looking back, she saw Anura hunched over slightly at the dining table right next to the window with him busily texting away.

‘He looks so fucking cute!’ she giggled to herself. ‘Especially with him sporting that handsome mullet crest with those hair strands stretched out behind his head like a cockatoo and brushing up against his shoulders’. Looking back to her phone she thought to herself ‘He fits the description. This must be the guy she was telling me all about!’ 

But the elated happiness inside her soon fell away when she saw Anura heavily invested in his phone, busily typing away. 

‘Oh no…….,’ she groaned and thought to herself. ‘Don’t tell me he already has a girlfriend. I thought she said he was single. Maybe I should go over to him and stop playing hard to get.’

Ironically Isabelle didn’t realise that Anura was indeed texting another girl, however it was for advice on how to flirt with her. 

Anura: Hey Charlotte. So, some cute girl in a pinafore Demin dress at the pub is winking at me, does it mean anything? 

Charlotte: Hahaha, that means she is basically inviting you over with her own flirtatious gestures. What are you doing sitting over here texting me, go get her tiger!

Anura: But how can you be so sure?

Charlotte: Because as a girl myself, it’s the oldest trick in the book. Many girls want guys to come over and strike up a conversation with them because they want to present themselves as the object of desire. Believe me it’s just human nature. The males are always the ones who are expected to court the females, not the other way around. 

Anura: What if she just wants to be friends? 

Charlotte: Hahaha little buddy this is what I have always liked about you. Your cute little naivety. If she wanted to be ‘just friends’, she would already be over at your dining table, causally chatting with you. The fact that she is sitting just 5 metres away from you, winking and flipping her hair in your direction shows that she wants to be more than ‘just friends’. 

Anura: Okay. So, what do I do once I go over to her? 

Charlotte: Well, you can start by saying what your name is and then compliment her outfit. A girl loves it when you compliment her outfit because believe me when I say we ladies put a lot of effort into how we look and present ourselves. 

Anura: So, what happens after that? 

Charlotte: Well, if she giggles cutely, I will take that as a good sign. Continue talking about whatever you have in common. Maybe buy her a drink if all goes well and then she should ask you for your contact details.

Anura: I?

Charlotte: Oh shit, I meant you should take that as a good sign.  Just a minor typo. My bad 

Anura: Okay, thanks. 

Charlotte: Oh, and one more thing, I would make my move like right now. Because you texting me and ignoring her is a bad sign and gives off bad vibes that you already have a girlfriend. 

Anura: Shit, you’re right. I am going to make my move on her right now.  

Charlotte: Go get her slayer! Let me know if you need any extra help and you can always secretly text me behind her back hahaha

Anura: Cheers Charlotte 

‘Okay then’ thought Anura to himself, pulling his chair out and standing up. Due to the quiet atmosphere of the pub with the dull noise of the plasma TVs playing in the background, the screeching of the chair dragging against the hardwood floor stood out like a sore thumb, resulting in all the attention in the room being drawn onto him and making him feel uncomfortable. ‘Let’s do this’. 

Nervously making his way over, he looked into the deep brown eyes of the gorgeous Isabelle Camberwell who looked at him and smiled with those pearly whites while taking a sip of her vodka lime.  

“Took you long enough to grow some fucking balls!” she giggled. “Who are you texting?” 

“Oh, I was….” began Anura before realising that he didn’t want her to get the wrong idea if he told her he had been texting another girl. “I was just texting…….um…….my brother,,,,,” he lied. Obviously, he didn’t have any brothers, being the only son in his family, he was surrounded by sisters. In fact, even the vast majority of his first cousins were girls with his youngest cousin on his mother’s side being a girl as well. 

Realising he was a shivering nervous wreck who was starting to stutter, he decided to swallow his nervousness and introduce himself. 

“I’m Anura by the way,” he said, extending his hand out in a handshake. 

“Nice to meet you Anura….” she smirked, shaking his hand with her long fingernails slightly pricking his skin. “Nice hairstyle by the way. I don’t think I have ever seen a South Asian brown guy with an Aussie-style mullet before”. 

“Um yeah……,” he smiled nervously. “I guess that’s the advantage of living away from your parents. Freedom. Had I still lived with my parents, they would have never let me get this haircut in a million years”. 

“I know right!” she laughed. “My grape-farming winery parents are a bit more laid back but there are still some things that they don’t know about me yet……. if you know what I mean”. Reaching her hand into the front pocket of her light blue denim overall pinafore dress she pulled out a half-open carton of cigarettes and placed it on the desk. The carton had a bright yellow warning stripe on the side of the brown box with text inside warning about the dangers of smoking complete with the graphic image of a diseased eye on the front of it with the caption: SMOKING CAUSES BLINDNESS. 

‘Holy shit she’s a smoker!’ thought Anura to himself. ‘Nevertheless, I can always fix that. To be fair smoking isn’t even that cool anymore, people are switching to vapes now’. 

“My feet are so sore……” she groaned, kicking her yellow crocs off onto the floor and then wiggling her toes freely with her sharp toenails glistening in the artificial light. “And my dress is so itchy…...” she sighed, unbuttoning the front two buttons of her white t-shirt, revealing her incredibly symmetrical spherical-sized plump breasts in her paper-thin white bra. Giggling she began jiggling her tits slightly in his direction.  

‘Okay now we have already proceeded to stage 2!’ thought Anura to himself. ‘The sexual flirting stage. This is going a lot better than I thought it would’.  

Just then Roy came out of the kitchen door, whistling to himself and adjusting his blond mop hair and white apron. As soon as he saw Isabelle however, he jumped out of his skin in shock. 

“Shit!” he gasped. “I didn’t realise you were already here yet!!”.

“Um, do I know you?” frowned Isabelle. 

“I mean………. I……. didn’t realise we had another customer………….” stammered Roy uneasily “Can I get you anything ma’am?”. Then Roy thought to himself ‘Fuck he’s getting in the fucking way!” 

“Yes actually……” said Anura, smirking and glaring at him with a new sense of superior arrogance and cockiness. “I would like one Mercury Cider for the lovely lady right here……,” he said, seductively winking at her which made her face blush red in embarrassment. 

‘I did not spend fucking weeks plotting to lure her here for my plan right at the same time that fucking American teenage actress’s concert and Grand Final Night were both happening just so this fucking curry-munching paki bastard would stand in my way and fucking ruin it all!’ he angrily and bitterly thought to himself while pulling out a schooner glass underneath the bar table shelf and turning the Mercury Cider tap knob. As he filled the glass with a bubbling reddish-brown liquid and put in some ice cubes from the ice cube tray he thought ‘I have to get this brown cunt the fuck out of here fast so that it’s just me and her and I can make my move……’ 

“Here you go madam……” grunted Roy, handing her a full schooner glass of Mercury Cider with 6.9% Alcoholic volume and placing it in front of her. 

“Thanks mate!” she smiled and then turned her attention back to Anura. “Now where were we?” 

Enraged by the fact that Isabelle had arrived earlier than he had anticipated and the fact that she was paying more attention to Anura than him, Roy stormed off and flung the Kitchen Door open, slamming the door behind him and disappearing. 

“What’s got him so fucking pissed off?” Isabelle wondered to Anura. 

“Oh, it’s nothing…….” smirked Anura. He considered he was just jealous that he was about to score himself a girl and was payback for his arrogance about his attacks on vegetarianism and his dietary choices earlier. 

“Now……” she giggled, raising both her bare feet and putting them in his lap much to his utter shock. “As I was saying earlier my feet are so sore from walking around all day. You wouldn’t mind giving them a little foot rub, would you?” she pouted, fluttering her eyelashes at him. 

Anura’s heart leapt into his throat as she placed both of her feet into his lap. Her white feet were so silky and smooth, yet at the end of her toes were razor-sharp toenails that could gut him open like a pig. Her sole was brown and dirty with flecks of dirt and soil particles stuck in between the grooves of her toeprints. He could see microscopic dots of black toenail polish on some of her toe cuticles. 

Out of politeness and his secret sexual arousal due to his foot fetish, he pressed his fingers into her soft instep, making her hum with delight. “Thanks so much, Anura”. 

As he continued to move his fingers around her sole, she began directing him to where exactly was her sweet spot. As his fingers reached the ball of her foot region between her big toe and her second toe she began moaning in delight. 

“Ah yeah……,” she moaned. “Right there……” as Anura pressed his fingers deeper into that spot. “Fuck yeah!” she moaned with delight as Anura pressed his fingers and began moving them around in circular motions. As he continued massaging her foot, his eyes fell upon two unfortunate ants that had been squashed under her big toe with their twisted and mangled exoskeletons forming minuscule patches of black goo.

Nothing prepared Anura for what came next. 

Slowly Isabelle began raising her right bare foot and directly placed it on top of his groin area. Giggling, she pressed her toes into his erect cock which she could feel it trying to burst out of his pants and underwear with it throbbing right into her toes. Slowly she began moving it around in a teasing erotic circular motion with her razor-sharp toenails snapping the threads of his jeans as they snagged up against the light blue fabric and then poked into his cock shaft, where Anura could feel their sharpness even through his jeans and underwear. 

‘Holy fuck!’ he moaned and thought to himself: ‘Is she giving me a fucking foot job?’

 His dick was rock hard now, oozing sticky precum into his underwear as she continued her dirty little secret jerkoff session, giggling as she continued rubbing her foot into his groin area, watching his face flush red and his breathing becoming more constrained with him greedily gulping air as the tingling pleasure in his dick and the strained pain in his testicles continued to grow. All this perverted footplay was taking place within the vicinity of the pub but away from prying eyes in the distance, under the bar table. It was like a wet dream come true for Anura. Never before in the 23 years of his virgin life had he felt so turned on before. No girl had ever shown this much sexual interest in him before. Hugging Charlotte didn’t count. 

“Fuck…” he moaned happily as the pleasure reached a tantalising crescendo. “Isabelle, I think I’m going to….”

“I always had a hunch that you were kind of into feet by the way you were secretly eyeballing my Crocs out of the corner of your eye…” she giggled as she continued rubbing her foot into his throbbing dick. “Am I giving you blue balls?” 

‘There are many things that go inside my crazy mind that you don’t know about Isabelle.’ thought Anura to himself, musing over his large variety of macrophilia fantasies that he had cooked up over the years. ‘Things that not even my own parents know about’.   

“NGGGGGHH!!!” he groaned as he orgasmed with the gentle nudge of her big toe into his shaft and the prick from her toenail finally making him splurge waves of sticky white cum into his underwear, resulting in him slumping back against the bar table in pure pleasure and ecstasy. Within 10 seconds the entire front of his underwear was wet with Anura greedily gulping mouthfuls of air to catch his breath and beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Giggling, Isabelle slowly removed both of her feet and placed them back onto the ground. 

“How did that feel?” she giggled. “Did my puppies make you cum?” 

“That was nice….” he sighed, touching his groin, and feeling a sudden sticky wetness. ‘Great now her feet have essentially made me cream my pants’. 

Suddenly his vision went blurry followed by Isabelle’s voice calling. 

“Anura……………..Anura…………………..Anura!!!!” 

“Uh what?” he gasped, snapping back to reality and sitting right back up in his seat in a fully alert position and his back at a 90-degree angle. 

“As I was saying earlier it’s quite funny how that waiter guy got all fucking butthurt about you!” she sneered. Then she cocked her head sweetly at him and chimed “I don’t think you have been listening to me for the last 2 minutes. You have been slumped in your seat, looking down at the ground, your eyes fixated on something. You’re not too fucking wasted, huh Anura?” 

“Um no…….” muttered Anura. Then realising that she might have caught on him secretly staring at her feet and needing to throw her off the trail he quickly changed his mind and blurted out “I mean yes!” 

“No more Mercury Hard Ciders for you mister!” she mused, giggling cutely and then looking at him with a pearly white smile. 

Anura smiled wryly. Isabelle did remind him a lot of Charlotte in a way. 

For the past 2 minutes, his eyes had been fixated on Isabelle’s bare feet, almost hypnotically, with her casually kicking around and playing with her plastic yellow crocs with her sometimes pinching the rim of her Crocs in between her toes and dangling them. Footplay and shoeplay especially were key factors in his secret foot fetish fantasy and he had daydreamed an erotic wet dream about Isabelle giving him a foot job under the bar table. But what had made it just that little bit sweeter for his perverted subconscious was that while Isabelle was flexing her right bare foot against the side of the bar table, she had involuntary revealed her bare pinkish white sole to him which had a thin layer of brown grime and sweat. It was what was plastered on the bottom of her big toe however that had really sent his macrophilia into overdrive. Two little black ants had been squashed under her big toe with their twisted and mangled exoskeletons forming minuscule patches of black goo.  Imagine being those ants and the last thing that you saw was a wall of smelly foot flesh from a human goddess that stepped down on you and smothered you like you were absolutely nothing. A tiny insignificant thing obliterated under the simple casual movements under a much larger superior female being…………

Nothing got Anura harder………

As he couldn’t help but be hypnotised by the dead ants under her toe, he got a massive erection in his pants with some pre cum trickling down his shaft, creating a peeing tingling sensation that resulted in him getting flashbacks to when he was 4 years old with the incident between the babysitter and the ant that had kickstarted all of these fantasies………. 

Isabelle’s calling had snapped him back to reality. 

Embarrassed by his massive boner which had been created by Isabelle’s feet and was so rock hard it was easily noticeable due to the puffy bulge in the groin area of his jeans, he pushed his forearm down over his crotch to try cover it up and force it back down, not wanting passersby to see how turned on he was by this girl.      

“You know Anura….” Isabelle snickered “My parents aren’t home, and we will have the house to ourselves. We could fuck around and have some fun in my bedroom…. if you know what I mean….”

 Realising he hadn’t exchanged any contacts or social media details with the girl that had just been flirting with him over the last several minutes he quickly piped up “We never got the chance to exchange details. What’s your- “ 

“LET’S GO BOMBERS!!” yelled the voice of a middle-aged man with the entrance hanging doorbell jingling loudly with it frequently going off every few seconds as the sound of 100 footsteps stomped noisily into The Great Emu Pub. 

“Oh, fuck right off!!” snarled Anura. “No!! Not here!! Not now!!” 

Roy peeked his head out of the kitchen door and smiled evilly at Anura. He knew that the pub atmosphere was about to change drastically, hindering any chance of romantic connections or hooking up. 

“Oh, David!” mocked Roy sarcastically, calling out to the pub owner in a slow dramatic voice while grinning at Anura. “The Grand Final Footy Patrons are here!” 

And among them were the sadistic king and queen of Blackwater High with the colossal 6 foot 10 inches tall (208cm) Hugh Collis and his girlfriend Talia Johnson who had snuck in through an unlocked side entrance door with the giant Hugh Collis actually crouching down, resulting in him blending in among the streaming, teaming mass of footy patrons so that he wouldn’t tower over everyone else and stick out like a sore thumb. He didn't want Anura to spot them.   

15 minutes later….

It’s amazing how the atmosphere can change within less than 2 minutes. 

Within 15 minutes The Great Emu Pub had changed from a quiet gentle atmosphere with the grand final match playing softly in the background to a loud rowdy roaring one. Around 50 die-hard footy Essendon Bombers supporters had stormed into the pub, yelling, and cheering with excitement. Now every single dining table, floor space and red cushioned bar stool had been occupied, with the footy fans, guzzling down beer after beer, and shot after shot. 

Soon Roy was pacing back and forth with like 5 glasses and plates in his hands with sweat trickling down his forehead, trying to fulfil a customer’s order every 30 seconds. 

“Hey David, can we turn the volume up?” called out one of the footy patrons. David Jackson, the pub owner, then proceeded to press the plus volume sign button on the remote, raising the volume from 15 to 35 on both plasma TVs, allowing everyone to hear the Grand Final Match loud and clear. 

It was now the 4th quarter with 15 minutes left on the clock and looking to be an extremely tight match with Carlton Blues up 77 points with Essendon Bombers following closely behind with 75 points. All they needed was a couple of 6 pointer goals to be kicked and Essendon Bombers had this in the bag. 

As the referee slammed the football into the centre bounce zone and the two rucks vertically leapt up to tap the ball towards their teammates, the intrigued dining footy fans who were watching the game were interrupted by a cattle dog’s low whine. 

“What!” snarled one of the footy fans who looked around 50 and was wearing a white singlet, sneakers and an Essendon Bombers red and black scarf. Glaring angrily downwards he saw the Australian Cattle Dog Bluey looking at him with a pleading look in her eyes. The poor dog had been starving for 2 days since the pub owner David Jackson hadn’t been feeding her properly and desperately wanted some food. 

“Can’t you see that we are busy, you stupid dog!” snarled the singlet man. 

“More like stupid bitch!” sneered his ethnically Chinese friend Lee. “It’s a girl dog, it doesn’t have any hanging testicles or even castration scars. And I can clearly see the two vulva tissue flaps underneath”. 

“Get out of here!” yelled the singlet man, throwing his red Sherrin football at Bluey’s head, hitting her right in the nose. The poor dog whelped and scampered off in terror back towards the other room and hid under the pool table, quivering in naked fear. 

“Unbelievable……” scoffed the footy fan. He was then interrupted by another creature flying right in front of him and nicking one of the chips off his plate. As his eyes adjusted, he was enraged to see it was a stupid fucking kookaburra. 

“That’s it!” he yelled, pulling out a fishing knife and swinging the sharp serrated blade at Skippy the Kookaburra. The fishing knife nicked her tail feathers, resulting in a small droplet of blood trickling out. Terrified, Skippy flew right out the open window before the singlet man could decapitate her. 

“For fucks sake……” he muttered. “Doesn’t this fucking pub have any sort of fucking pest control guidelines?” 

Meanwhile, Anura and Isabelle’s romantic chemistry was not going so well anymore or developing any further, given the fact they could barely hear each other anymore due to the yelling and jeering by the rowdy footy patrons. 

Pulling a cigarette out of the open carton in front of her and popping it in her mouth, Isabelle then proceeded to dig around in the front pocket of her light blue Demin pinafore dress for an orange lighter. Fumbling around, she pulled it out and then popped the cigarette behind her ear. 

 “I’m going to go outside for a quick dart Anura” she smiled. “Wanna come?” 

Anura decided to be completely honest. “Sorry Isabelle, I don’t smoke”. ‘Though I did suck on Charlotte’s passion fruit vape pen a few times when we went on the robotics camp together’ he thought to himself.  

“That’s ok!” she replied. “Just watch my stuff for a few minutes, okay?”. 

Getting up off the red cushioned bar stool, Isabelle was just about to leave but just before she left, she turned back and looked back at Anura. 

Anura’s heart fluttered as she giggled and looked at him with those big mud-brown eyes, her pearlie white shining smile and her long brunette ponytail flung back across her left shoulder like woven silk. She really was indeed an absolutely gorgeous stunning girl.    

And she was lovely too, just like Charlotte. Maybe a little bit more mischievous. 

Then without warning she jumped into his arms and wrapped her arms around him in a big hug. Her long fingernails gently poked into his hips as she turned her head up to look up at him, snuggling her bosom into him and rubbing her head affectionately against his chest area.  She was quite a very short girl, being only 1.57 metres tall, which was just a few centimetres taller than his 14-year-old youngest cousin, while Anura was a full head taller with his height being 1.77 metres tall. Kind of the similar height ratios between Talia and Hugh.   

‘She is giving me the classic best friend vibe hug’ thought Anura to himself as Isabelle hummed softly. ‘Just like Charlotte did with me last year when we went on that drunken night bushwalk during that field trip together in gratitude after she found my missing wallet. 

However, what Isabelle did next was definitely kicking it up a notch from it being just casual friends. 

Isabelle reached up on her tippy toes inside her yellow Crocs with her heels lifting up off the open-ended insoles and then pecked him on the cheek, much to Anura’s absolute shock. When her lips parted on his cheek, a slight smudge of her scarlet lipstick was on his light reddish brownish cheek with the imprint of her lips just slightly visible. Anura could smell the fresh burnt smell of tobacco coming from her mouth as well as wafting off her body.   

‘Wow….’ gasped Anura. ‘She actually kissed me….’ 

But he remembered that Charlotte had kissed him on the cheek as well when she found his missing wallet, despite them being just best friends. It wasn’t a purely romantic exclusive kiss; it was a kiss of affection or gratitude.      

‘She needs to kiss me right on the lips to cement the deal’ thought Anura to himself. ‘That way you are definitely out of the friendzone’. 

When you had an unrequited crush on a sweet girl, who had been the first girl ever to approach you to talk to you, with uncontrollable subconscious complex romantic feelings that wasn’t going away anytime soon but you had to remain close friends since she was already in a relationship it was one of the most frustrating and heartbreaking things in the world to him. It gave off that vibe of so close yet so far. Being in the friendzone for Anura reminded him of the Greek Myth where that man Tantalus had been punished by Zeus for feeding the Greek Gods his own human son’s flesh by putting him in an enchanted lake where the water was just out of reach from his lips and the fruit was just out of reach from his hands. 

Essentially his feelings for Charlotte Beeline summed up in a nutshell. 

He prayed that he would finally hook up with this cute pub gal and he could finally experience what it was like to be loved just like everyone around him and he could finally be accepted fully by society as a normal human being and not some introverted outsider. In fact, he felt like an outsider even in his own family. Only his youngest cousin seemed to understand what it was like to feel somewhat ostracised by society.

“Promise you won’t ditch me because I am a bit of a puffer?” Isabelle giggled, tapping his nose with her finger. 

Anura looked down at her and drunkenly smiled. 

“I promise,” he said. 

As she let go of her warm hug around him and turned around, Anura thought to himself ‘I really need to grow some bigger fucking balls. When she comes back, I am going to ask her for her number and then kiss her on the lips and tell her exactly how I feel. I am tired of playing these stupid mind games. I am going to kiss her on the lips tonight.’ 

He was determined to hook up with her tonight. Especially given the fact that she was definitely single and had been flirting with him all night.    

Looking down at the floor and seeing all the shoes and boots of all the men and not being able to see her yellow Crocs anywhere after kicking them off, she decided to go barefoot, not being able to find her yellow Crocs on the floor with all these sweaty intoxicated men bumping into each other. 

“Oops, sorry excuse me……” she said, weaving in and out in between the several cluster groups of most of the middle-aged men standing around, padding barefoot towards the small smoking area outside. 

“Isn’t she a bit too young to be having a puff?” remarked one bystander. 

As she padded towards the exit, another little particularly unlucky ant that had wandered in front of her path gave a tiny little, microscopic shriek as her dirty bare sole came down on top of it, crushing it with a wet squelch. As she continued walking, the black gooey remains of the ant stuck to the ball of her foot.  

As soon as she got outside, she closed the glass door behind her and leaned over the balcony railing facing Mildura’s town centre. Standing on a hanging first-floor balcony ledge, with a bunch of potted plants and concrete-encased garden beds surrounding her, she lit her cigarette with the orange lighter with the burning end of her dart glowing bright reddish-orange in the dim moonlight and took her first drag. 

“Ahhhh….” she sighed, blowing out a cloud of tobacco smoke, looking up to the full moon and feeling the pleasant coolness of the concrete floor underneath her bare feet. Wiggling her toes, she then flicked the ash into a conveniently located metal ashtray sticking out from a juxtaposing building wall. 

Meanwhile…

“Larry Look!” cried out Lee, gesturing to his white singlet, mullet-haired 50-year-old friend. “Kyle Langford has the ball!” 

“Let’s go!!” cheered Larry and the rest of the Essendon footy fans huddled closely around the dining table with them waving their fists up in the air, with several others pouring glasses of Mercury Cider from an enormous 3-litre jug in the centre of the table.  

“Yes!” exclaimed Lee as Kyle prepared to torpedo the ball through the middle goalposts with him sprinting across the green field and dodging the Carlton Blues tacklers who were trying to grab him with amazing agility with the footy in his hands. Unfortunately, he had put too much spin on the ball, causing it to hit the side goal post and bounce into the 3rd and 4th goalposts, resulting in a single-point goal instead of a full 6-point goal.  

“Awww….” groaned the Essendon barrackers. 

Hugh Collis and his girlfriend were also secretly watching the Grand final from behind one of the dining tables with the tops of their heads just peeking over the table and crouched down with their knees bent at a 45-degree angle. Because the pub was so crowded and almost everyone was half drunk, they hadn’t been spotted yet despite Hugh’s colossal height that made him tower over the whole crowd and made him stick out like the giant he was. 

“This is so fucking stupid!!” whispered Talia in an angry snarled tone. “You should have just let me hook up my iPhone to the TV via internet Bluetooth so we can humiliate this little dickless incel faggot right now in front of everyone! My fucking ass hurts from crouching down for so long!!”

“Not yet babe…...” hushed Hugh. “The atmosphere is not right yet. Everyone is 100% focused on the game and won’t have an attention span for anything else. If we wait until the game is finished and the Grand Final celebrations begin, we can then strike and fucking destroy him in front of everyone who will love a bit of drunken banter at a complete fucking loser!”     

Suddenly the AFL grand final match was rudely interrupted by a Breaking News update from 7 News. Large red and white lettering was plastered across the Plasma TV screen with the image of a blue globe map displayed across the plasma TV screen.   

BREAKING 7 NEWS UPDATE WITH PETER MITCHELL. 

“What the fuck is this bullshit!” yelled Larry. “Put the fucking game back on!” 

The image of an elderly man in a suit and red tie sitting at a news desk in his early 60s was displayed with the image of the Melbourne skyline portrayed in the background and the 7-news logo on the front of the desk. 

“Hello, I’m Peter Mitchell and this is 7 News…….” began the news commentator. “Sorry for the interruption of the grand final but we bring you some urgent news about a certain shocking incident that happened around a month ago. We have received shocking details. Details which could change the future of humanity. Some are even calling it the trial of the century.” 

Taking a deep breath, he continued “For more information, we are joined by Paul Dowsley, who is standing outside the most sophisticated high-tech genetic DNA laboratory in Victoria, right in the heart of the Melbourne CBD. Paul, what can you tell us? 

“Yes, Peter…….” began Paul Dowsley, a bald man with a solemn expression on his face who was standing outside a shining, glistening metallic silver-coloured skyscraper. “Exactly one month ago, a shocking incident was reported where a 21-year-old physics student reported that her 18-year-old sister had murdered her 24-year-old boyfriend Justin Lions in the suburb of Eltham, Melbourne. When police arrived, she gave them a bizarre explanation, claiming she had invented a shrink ray and she had accidentally shrunk him down to ant size. When she went out to gather materials and research to reverse the shrinking process, her 18-year-old sister came home from the Gold Coast and squashed him under her toe, thinking he was a bug”. 

“Rubbish!” yelled out one AFL patron. 

“Lamestream Media!” yelled out another. “Trying to make up utter horseshit stories to get their ratings up!” 

Paul Dowsley continued to a gobsmacked Peter Mitchell. “Naturally the police had thought she had gone completely insane. This was confirmed after she jumped on top of her sister and began viciously punching her in the face, giving her two black eyes and a fractured nose, much to the shock and horror of their father who had no idea what was going on. It took 3 police officers to drag her off and hold her back”. 

“Wow!” gasped Peter Mitchell. 

However, there was one person who was invested in the news bulletin with absolute shock, staring at the screen with morbid fascination.

 Anura Wickramasinghe.

‘Emma Walkins’, he thought to himself. ‘Isn’t that the physics and chemistry genius that went to the same University as me and dropped out because her boyfriend tragically died? Could this seriously be the reason why? She invented a shrink ray!’   

“The 21-year-old who has been named Emma Walkins was shortly confined to a psychiatric ward and had a nervous breakdown. Her shrink ray was shortly taken by top researchers and scientists in the country who ran tests and confirmed it was indeed a fully functioning shrink ray that is capable of shrinking items……” continued Paul Dowsley. “The first of its kind anywhere in the world. Got to hand it for America for not being in the spotlight for once, huh?”

He then displayed images on the screen of shrunken inanimate objects including beds, tables, wardrobes, and cars that had been shrunk down to doll-sized which had been taken inside the laboratories.

“Of course, they have to be photos of inanimate objects that can be easily replicated!” sneered Larry. “How about showing us video footage of actual animals or people being shrunk down that are moving around and talking? Then we might believe your bullshit story!” 

“Just watch, I bet the Victorian Government are going to increase taxes for their scientific research for shrinking technology……” remarked Lee. “But in reality, it’s just going straight into the pockets of the smug politicians including fucking Daniel Andrews himself!”  

Paul Dowsley continued “Oliva Walkins was taken in for questioning but without proper concrete or circumstantial evidence, they were forced to let her go for the murder of Justin Lions, despite the proven existence of her older sister’s shrink ray. She was adamant in her denial and crying her eyes out, saying she would never kill anyone, she was no murderer, and that she had just squished some bug”. 

“So has the investigation had any updates?” asked Peter Mitchell. 

“Yes……” replied Paul Dowsely. “Shortly after Oliva Walkins was questioned by police, they collected the minuscule blood stain sample off the bottom of her big toe and then handed it to the genetic research and biology institute to discover whether it was really human DNA. Despite the incredible claims made by Emma Walkins, they wanted to be absolutely sure about the validity of it”. 

“So, is it true?” asked Peter Mitchell. 

“Yes….” confirmed Paul Dowsely. “The remains have been confirmed to be the remains of Justin Lions as of this morning after careful vigorous genetic testing approximately one month after the initial sample collection date.”

“My God!” gasped Peter Mitchell. “What’s going to happen now Paul?”

“Well, Oliva Walkins has been arrested and been put in Juvenile Detention awaiting trial until further notice. Of course, Ms. Walkins is no stranger to Juvie, having been to Juvie three times at the ages of 13,15 and 16 for, shoplifting, underage drinking, supplementation of alcohol to younger minors and drug possession. This has enraged and heartbroken the parents of Justin Lions who argue that since she has just turned 18 recently, she should be convicted as an adult for first-degree homicide. Despite this, Oliva Walkins will still be treated as a Juvenile and will soon face the Children’s Court of Victoria in the next upcoming weeks where it will be determined whether she will be charged with involuntary manslaughter or first-degree homicide” concluded Peter Dowsley. 

“Any other further developments the viewers should know about?” asked Peter Mitchell. 

“Yes Peter, the father, Jack Walkins, got violent with 7 news reporters outside Parliament House earlier this morning when we tried to ask him about his opinions”. 

The footage then cut to Jack Walkins yelling, swearing, and shoving reporters out of the way outside the steps of Parliament House in Melbourne. 

“Mr. Walkins, how do you feel about all this?” asked one reporter. 

“One of my little girls is in a fucking psychiatric ward and the other is facing fucking murder charges!!” yelled Jack Walkins, furiously grabbing the reporter by his tie and glaring at him in his brightly fluorescent orange tradie uniform, with his brown ponytail and beard quivering with anger. “How the fuck do you think I feel?! Get the fuck out of my way!” 

“Okay Paul, any other final notes that you think the viewers should know about?” inquired Peter Mitchell as the footage cut away. 

“Yes…...” replied Paul Dowsley. “The unique chemical cocktail used in Emma’s shrink ray, including a trace of a new element that has never been discovered before and isn’t in the Periodic Table is of striking similarity to a shrinking formula described in a new young adult fictional best-selling novel published by a young budding teenage 19-year-old author. The 1001-page book is called Antopia: The Greatest Story Never Told and is about highly intelligent ants that kidnap and shrink humans and hold them hostage in their tiny micro underground civilisations. The creativity of the story and the plot has led to it becoming the best-selling novel in the country and several others despite only being published in June this year.” 

“Hmm…...,” said Peter Mitchell. “I think both my children bought a copy a few days ago actually.”  

“Yes…...” continued Peter Dowsley. “Due to the striking 99% similarity of the chemical cocktail described in the fictional novel and Emma’s very real shrinking chemical cocktail, the author of the book, Max Firewall, has become a person of interest and police would like to ask him a few questions. Unfortunately, Police discovered that Mr Firewall had left for an international writing conference and workshop in New York a week ago and will not be back for another 2 weeks which has hindered the investigation”. 

“Some people are drawing similarities between this current case involving Ms Walkins and another shocking incident that took place at Blackwater Highschool in Hawthorn around 6 years ago that made national headlines and went viral online” added Paul Dowsley. “You all might remember that viral video on YouTube of that 18-year-old high school senior Sebastian Constantine grabbing a 14-year-old Year 8 girl and then violently throwing her to the ground. Many are saying that the spotlight is being shone on the mindset of both perpetrators and their motivations to commit such shocking acts of cruelty.  

The TV footage then cut to a scene taking place on the high school footy field, with an expanse of dry brownish grass and the outline of shabby tin metallic sheds and peeling paint-like buildings in the distance on the horizon, with two white goalposts sticking up in the closer background. A group of students in school ties, dresses, pants and blazers could be seen standing around in a large congregation with lots of yelling, swearing and shouting in the background. 

A boy with slightly tanned olive skin with a messy mop of black hair and thick black framed oval glasses, who was wearing a dark blue blazer and black and blue striped tie with a white shirt and shorts, could be seen marching very aggressively towards a much smaller girl half his size. She was wearing a curly haired black wig and some comedy sketch makeup on her eyes and lips who could be seen smiling and grinning at him mockingly, standing in the middle of the congregation of students with a skipping rope tied around her neck like a necklace. 

“Say it now then! Say it now then!” he could be heard repeating, snarling as he approached her. 

“FUCKING SAY IT NOW THEN!!” he roared before he violently grabbed her by the throat and then violently picked her up and then body slammed her onto the rough hard grass like a rag doll with him then pinning her to the ground with his much larger frame and body weight, much to the shock of the other students who could be heard gasping in shock and horror.  The footage then abruptly cut to black before then transitioning back to Peter Mitchell sitting at his news desk. 

“The girl in the video, Carly Johnson, who was just 14 at the time, received significant bruising to her neck and back as well as receiving a busted lip and a black eye from the older senior boy’s assault. During the violent altercation, the bottom of her dress was also torn clean off, leaving many to speculate that there might have been a sexual motive and he might have tried to rape her.    

“That’s a filthy lie!” snarled Anura under his breath as he continued to watch the plasma TV, his blood boiling by the second as he continued to watch lie after lie be told. 

Little did the rest of the footy patrons know that Sebastian Constantine had actually been one of Anura’s only and close friends towards the end of his high school days in years 11 and 12 when Anura was in year 10 and 11 since Sebastian was one year older than him. He knew especially that viral cut-up video that had been shot at the time didn’t tell the whole story of what had really happened between those two and the horrific thing that girl had done. Unfortunately, the rest of the narrow-minded public and society in general, who had been pre-programmed to believe the pre-assumed innocence of girls, had labelled Sebastian as a misogynist thug, rapist and paedophile who liked bashing women, children and little girls. This had resulted in a shoddy Pontius Pilate styled trial where the crowd, baying for blood, had essentially condemned him to be locked up in Juvenile Detention for several years in solitary confinement, which was the maximum sentence a juvenile between 15 to 19 could receive, due to his mislabelling as a child sex offender. Some had even called for ‘the adult man’ to be castrated and executed despite the fact there was no death penalty in Australia because technically he was a legal adult despite the fact that he had just turned 18 recently at the time and still had the face of a teenage boy. 

And what made this tragic tale ever the more sickening was the fact that Carly Johnson was the younger sister of Talia Johnson, one of Anura’s most despised bullies and the girlfriend of that monster Hugh Collis. Her younger sister was just as much of a disgusting bitch as she was, following her older sister’s footsteps. 

Peter Mitchell continued “The mother of the young girl that got violently assaulted and possibly sexually assaulted as well, Lia Johnson, is actually running for The Mayor of Melbourne and has been endorsed by Daniel Andrews. Her campaign focuses on combating misogyny, sexual assault and respecting women and girls. She actually gave an interview on Sunrise earlier today with Kochie. Here is a snippet of that clip.” 

The footage then cut to the bright yellow, orange and light blue Sunrise Studio with a mostly bald man with glasses sitting at a gleaming whitish grey semi-circular desk with the words Sunrise sprawled around its outer curved table rim. He was engaged in a video call on a large screen hanging above the desk, which was displayed as a split screen when broadcasted, with a woman who looked to be in her mid-40’s with brunette hair and red circular rimmed glasses. She was wearing a fuzzy black blazer and white shirt, resulting in creating a professional look, with her head and shoulders against a light blue plain background. 

“When my innocent baby girl was attacked by that degenerate thug……” stated Lia Johnson. “I knew that I had to do something about the toxic culture of violent men and boys against women and girls. Thankfully the school expelled the disgusting creep immediately and he promptly went to prison without even letting him graduate high school. 

“Un-fucking believable…….” snarled Anura under his breath. Another entitled disgusting cunt was going to a position of power. He seriously wondered why the worst, most horrid people were doing a lot better than him, a polite guy that tried to be kind to everyone around him. He then glanced around the pub and noticed that several of the patrons had their heads and shoulders slumped downwards in boredom with many of them rolling their eyes. 

“This is fucking old news…….” groaned one of them. 

“Yeah, we get that he was a fucking pedo who got what he fucking deserved…….” remarked another in frustration. “Can someone change the channel? Maybe the game is playing on a different channel!” 

“For fuck’s sake……” muttered Anura under his breath, dismayed by the fact that his school friend’s livelihood had been completely destroyed due to the public’s misconception of him and the filthy lies that the Johnson family had told about him. 

‘So let me get this straight……’ Anura thought to himself. ‘You dumb cunts will yell out fake news when you see a major scientific breakthrough in regards to shrinking because it has never happened before and you just can’t accept that red pill that the stakes of the world have changed. Yet you blindly believe a manipulated edited video that shows a boy hitting a girl and think he’s a monster since you can’t face the fact that a girl can be just as much of an aggressor and want to keep sucking on the blue pill fantasy that the girl is always the victim in an altercation with a boy. Your fucking cognitive dissonance is unbelievable.’ 

But he did have to agree with the fact that Lee was right about Daniel Andrews being a massive narcissist who was extremely conceited.           

“That is why I am proposing mandatory Respect Women and Girls programs in every school…...” continued Lia Johnson. “Especially for the boys to stamp out this kind of disgusting behaviour!”. 

‘If only you knew what kind of sick sadistic monsters you raised ma’am’ thought Anura bitterly to himself. 

“What do you have to say to the people who are comparing the current shrinking incident involving Oliva Walkins and this previous incident at Blackwater High involving Sebastian who are noting the similarities between the two?” 

“I think it’s a completely stupid comparison!” scoffed Lia. “First of all, Oliva was a silly, dumb and misguided young girl. She had no intention of killing another human being. Had she known it was that young man Justin Lions she would have never killed him. It’s a tragic case of mistaken identity. Sebastian on the other hand is a violent thug and disgusting asshole who likes raping young kids, especially sweet little girls like my daughter for his own sadistic enjoyment. He’s a disgusting monster and deserves the full book thrown at him”.

Lia smiled and then continued “You know my daughters Carly and Talia are very polite to everyone around them. I am proud to have raised two lovely ladies who are well-respected, educated and come from upper-class backgrounds.” 

‘They are only pretending to be polite to the much older adults with influence to present themselves as likeable you dumb bitch….’ thought Anura bitterly to himself. 

So, when my youngest baby girl is attacked by this degenerate it breaks my heart.” stated Lia. “It’s one of the reasons I am running for Mayor. Melbourne’s lost its way.” 

“How do you feel about the fact that the guy that attacked your daughter was 4 years older than her and double her size?” inquired Kochie. 

“Well, it makes total sense to me!” snarled Lia with her face scrunching into a face of disgust and dozens of upside-down U-shaped wrinkles erupting across her face. “What kind of coward would do something that cold-blooded, someone who can’t pick on people his own size. Someone who can’t even attack younger boys, instead he targets the most innocent and vulnerable in our society, young girls, and is envious of girls more fortunate than themselves who can’t stand the fact that they have more rights and opportunities than back in the day. And until those kinds of degenerates and creeps crawl back into the shadows where they came from, those of us who have made something of our lives will always look at those that haven’t as nothing but a drain on the rest of society”.  

Kochie then smiled and then looked back towards the audience “That was Lia Johnson, candidate for the mayor of Melbourne. Thank you very much for having us”. 

“I can’t actually believe people are actually voting for this cunt!” muttered Anura to himself. “Are people seriously this fucking blind?”

The plasma TV footage then cut back to Peter Mitchell who took a deep breath and then said “We will be giving you extensive coverage of both the Oliva Walkins shrinking incident and the Blackwater assault case. Ironically Sebastian Constantine is set for a retrial at the request of Lia Johnson just a day after the first day of the Oliva Walkins shrinking incident trial where it will determine whether he should be moved from the Juvenile Offenders Prison to an adult male prison to serve the rest of his sentence.” 

Anura was mortified at the thought of his high school friend being sent to an adult prison, especially with such a notorious target on his back. There was a very real chance that he might get killed in there. ‘NO!’ screamed a voice inside his head. He definitely wasn’t going to let that happen on his watch. He made up his mind that he had to get involved in the trial somehow and tell the truth of what really happened.  

“Imagine playing a fucking news bulletin in the middle of the fucking Grand Final!” snarled one of the footy patrons, shaking his fist at the screen angrily. 

Peter Mitchell smiled towards the audience before continuing “In other more happier news you might know her as the cute adorable little blond 7-year-old girl with an IQ of 230 who starred alongside Chris Evans in the film Gifted which revolved around a custody dispute between a loving uncle and an estranged selfish grandmother, leading to her nickname as Captain America’s daughter. This actress is also known for playing Sheldon Cooper’s 10-year-old genius rival Paige Swanson and starring alongside Iain Armitage in the Big Bang spinoff Young Sheldon which revolves around Sheldon Cooper’s early years. But after a meet and greet in Melbourne Central Station a few days ago 13-year-old American actress Mckenna Grace is now heading to the regional border town of Mildura for a surprise concert after stating that she wants to have a go at singing alongside her remarkable acting career after posting a video of her singing an adorable cover of Taylor Swift’s song We Are Never Getting Back Together with her dad on YouTube when she was around 6 years old.” 

“No one gives a single fuck about this……” muttered Larry to himself. 

“Holy Fuck!” gasped Anura out loud. “The Mckenna Grace herself did a meet and greet in Melbourne earlier in the week?”

Both he and his youngest cousin were massive fans of the young actress.

‘Awwwwww and I was in fucking Mildura at the time and missed it…….’ he sighed sadly to himself. 

“Are you seriously a grovelling fan for some famous pompous teenage brat?” sneered Lee, gazing over at him. “If you were a 12-year-old girl I might understand. But a guy in his early 20s? Come on!! I bet you’re a little fucking Disney faggot as well! What are you, gay?” 

Anura went bright red like a tomato. “Ugh, no of course not!!” he replied hastily.    

Looking back towards the TV he saw Peter Mitchell smirking towards the camera and adding “Mckenna Grace also stated that Melbourne is much better and cozier than Sydney despite having the Harbour bridge and Opera house, remarking that Sydney was kind of lame”. 

The TV footage then cut to a quick snippet of a large crowd congregating inside Melbourne Central Station under the Melbourne Central old fashioned, golden framed, clock tower with Roman Numerals that played Waltzing Matilda with golden statues and birds. It was opposite the side of the brown bricked old-fashioned 19th-century tower under the steel framed glass dome along with several floors of various shops and escalators leading up to the shops and down to the underground subway platforms.  

A short blond girl less than 150cm tall with a wide-brimmed black hat, plain yellow t-shirt and blue and white checkered skirt could be seen in the middle of this large swarming crowd signing autographs with a black marker and her father Ross humorously acting as some sort of semi bodyguard. The TV footage then cut to two photos: one of her smiling with her gummy tooth smile wearing her white frilled red dress adorned with blue and white flowers and spots on the set of Gifted and the other of her wearing her light blue overall dress with a whitish grey striped undershirt and a multi-coloured necklace, with her short blond bob cut hair and her blue hairband on the set of Young Sheldon. 

The footage then abruptly cut back to Peter Michell who stated “There are actually a few last-minute dozen tickets available if you are around in Mildura. The outdoor concert starts at 8:00 pm tonight on the banks of the Murray River right on the New South Wales-Victorian border. Get in quick before they are all sold out!!” 

 “Okay I think that is all, I need to wrap this up…….” sighed Peter Mitchell with relief and then realised that the breaking news bulletin had gone on for 35 minutes. “I am sure the viewers are getting annoyed by not being able to watch the Grand Final”.

“You could say that again!” angrily remarked Larry. 

Peter Mitchell then received some shocking additional info from one of his co-workers off screen, which caused his jaw to drop down in shock and his ears to perk up.  

 “Change of plans everyone!” stated Peter Mitchell in alarm. “We have actually received more additional info in the Oliva Walkins shrinking case in terms of the scientific breakthrough in shrinking technology. Coming up we actually have an entire live coverage of the Walkins case inside the Melbourne CBD laboratory facilities. If you want to continue watching the Grand Final, please switch over to 7 Two”. 

Anura who had been watching this with a morbid fascination and horror, gulped nervously in his throat. He had ironically remembered that Robert Firewall, the father of that teenage boy Max Firewall who was the same age as Isabelle and had written that ant story was actually the real estate agent who had organised the rent and conditions of the townhouse along with the landlord in Mildura, where he was currently renting. 

And Emma Walkins. He had actually seen Emma in the hallways a couple of times when she was still going to the same University that he attended. She was always in the lab, working on some chemical agent and electrifying it using some complex ionising machine. He shivered to think that she could have invented the same shrinking chemical cocktail in the same lab where he had done his final year project work as well as his chemistry practicals with Charlotte. 

‘But how, how could a fictional shrinking cocktail described in a fantasy/science fiction novel be so accurate to the one Emma had created? Did Max and Emma know each other? How had Max known about it before her?’ A million thoughts were rushing through Anura’s head. 

Suddenly the channel changed to 7-Two where the Grand Final Match was playing and the footy players were sprinting and running across the green field with them chasing after the bouncing football with just 2 minutes left on the clock for the 4th and final quarter. The scoreboard was 80 for Carlton and 79 for Essendon. If Essendon managed to kick a 6-point goal within the next 2 minutes they would claim the premiership trophy.  

“Oi!” yelled Anura. “What the fuck!? I was watching that!” 

“Word of advice kid……...” sneered Larry. “No one gives a shit about some tweeb named Justin or some gay fucking trial about two sisters. We came here to fucking party and watch the match! Not to listen to some bullshit government conspiracy theory!” 

‘Not everything is a conspiracy theory dipshit!’ thought Anura to himself and sighed. ‘And yet you believe the hoax about Sebastian being a rapist……’ he thought angrily with him clenching his fist.  

“Larry Look!” gasped Lee, pointing at the Plasma TV. Almost everyone looked up to see a vicious sling tackle by one of the Essendon players, resulting in the Carlton player being catapulted onto the ground stomach first, with the red football being launched from his hands like a slingshot due to the propulsion and then bouncing onto the grass. 

“Ouch!” snickered Larry. “Well, that’s got to hurt”. 

 Quickly one of the Essendon players scooped up the ball nimbly and then began sprinting towards the goalposts with 5 Carlton players in hot pursuit behind him. It was quite a spectacular sight to see, a red and black player being chased by 5 blue and white players, like a deer in full flight and adrenaline trying to outrun a ravenous wolfpack. 

There was 20 seconds left on the clock. 

“I don’t believe it!” exclaimed the footy commentator. “I have never seen a footy player run so fast before in my life!” 

The Essendon player decided to make a split-second decision as he reached closer and closer to the goalposts that would decide the outcome of the premiership. The Carlton players were almost upon him with them preparing to pounce. 

Taking a deep breath, he dropped the ball onto his foot, swung his leg and torpedo-kicked it. 

The egg-shaped red Sherirn football spun majestically through the air and sailed through the middle goalposts (2nd and 3rd) just as the final horn blew to signify the end of the game. 

It was a glorious 6-point goal. The score changed to put Essendon in the lead with 85 points compared to Carlton's 80 points. 

In a stunning turn of events, Essendon were now the 2019 Premiership champions.   

“And there you have it folks!” exclaimed the footy commentator. “Essendon are now the 2019 premiership champions!” 

The crowd on the plasma TV became a sea of red and black flags and fans jumping up and down with excitement with loud cheers and whoops as the anthem of See the Bombers Fly Up began playing. 

“Let’s fucking go!!” jeered Larry as he ripped off his red and black scarf and began swinging it around and above his head like a helicopter. Several other footy fans began cheering and waving their massive Essendon flags and banners while others began jumping up and down with pure joy. 

“Fuck me……” gasped Roy who was watching from the service bar and then smiled. “I did not see that coming!”

“So did I……” gasped David Jackson, adjusting the long strands of hair from his mullet. 

“I don’t believe it!” gasped Anura and then looked down to his long red and black Essendon Bombers socks inside his blue sneakers. ‘I wonder if Isabelle is an Essendon supporter…’  

Larry began clamouring on top of the dining table and then stood up with him taking off his singlet and swinging it round and round above his head like a helicopter, the way Muscle Man would do so in Regular Show. 

“Okay everyone!!” jeered Larry. “Let’s celebrate responsibly!!” he called out to the rowdy intoxicated crowd who had gathered around him while he stood up on top of the table with a wild gaze in their eyes. 

Roy smirked, turned up the volume on the speakers and then hooked up his iPhone X via Bluetooth to play some much better songs. 

15 minutes later…... 

 “I get knocked down, but I get up again”

“You are never gonna keep me down”

“I get knocked down, but I get up again “

“You are never gonna keep me down” 

“Shots on me everyone!” laughed Lee as Roy prepared around 50 shot glasses of highly concentrated tequila and spirits with a 40% alcoholic volume on the bar table next to where Anura was sitting. Several other guys began gathering around and grabbing multiple glasses with them greedily guzzling it down. Other men were stumbling around and tripping over each other’s legs with them very intoxicated, drunkenly dancing and twisting their bodies and banging into the tables and chairs while Chumbawamba blasted at full volume through the speakers.

Outside Isabelle pricked up her ears and flicked the ash out of her almost-finished cigarette butt with her blowing out another cloud of tobacco smoke as she heard the roaring laughter inside. ‘Well, they are certainly quite loud!!’ she thought to herself. ‘Got to hand it to the footy bogans for their fucking passion’. 

“Chug it! Chug it! Chug it! Chug it!” chanted a group of footy patrons who were gathered around Larry who was standing on top of a dining table, completely shirtless with his black swirly tattoos plastered across his chest and an Essendon Bombers scarf and singlet wrapped around his head like a bandana with a 3-litre jug of Mercury Cider that still had around 1 litre left. 

“Do you want to see me do it?!” jeered Larry. 

“Yeah!” roared the crowd in unison. 

“Who reckons I can do it!” jeered Larry. 

“We can!” roared the crowd in unison.

“Okay let’s do this!” he roared.

He began greedily gulping the entire litre of Mercury Hard Cider with his face turning bright red as more of the liquid went down his throat with droplets dribbling down his chin. His motor-hand coordination became worse and worse every second as the drunkenness really began to kick in as he wobbled on one leg with him trying to maintain balance. 

Within 2 minutes he had gulped every last drop. Proud that he was still standing, he slammed the jug on the table victoriously. 

“I am still standing motherfuckers!” he yelled. The crowd went absolutely wild with them jumping up and down and their sweaty red faces plastered with joy. 

“Okay enough of this lukewarm shit!!” sneered Lee, pulling out a strange red flare canister. “Now who really wants to fucking party?!” 

The crowd yelling and cheering slowly died down as they looked at Lee with confusion. 

“What is that?” frowned Larry. “Some kind of flare?”. 

“It’s a new kind of synthetic LSD,” replied Lee. “I was in Melbourne 2 weeks ago and some sketchy alley guy on the black market offered it to me for $25 bucks. Said this acid would make it a night to remember. I have been saving this for Grand Final night. Apparently, this new kind of LSD not only can replicate your typical colourful mental, visual, and auditory hallucinations but can also simulate and make you dream about your deepest wildest and even horniest fantasies!” 

 “But that’s in canister form Lee…...” replied Larry. “Doesn’t LSD come in tablet or liquid form? How are we meant to take it? Is it a powder? Do we sniff it with a straw, like cocaine?” 

“I don’t know?”  frowned Lee. “I think it’s in powder form? Hmmmmm let me see………...” He then proceeded to begin fiddling around with the strange canister. “Maybe there’s a switch to open it? The guy who sold it to me did say that he got it from some laboratory……”

Meanwhile, Anura was horrified. While he was an occasional social drinker, he was certainly no junkie. ‘I am getting the fuck out of here!’ he thought to himself. ‘I do not want to be around when these guys are high on fucking LSD. I’m taking Isabelle and fucking right off. Maybe I will ask her out to the Mckenna Grace concert. Hopefully she is a fan………’ Anura then began to get up. 

Meanwhile, Roy smirked. ‘Well, this should be interesting. Can’t wait to see what will happen when a bunch of 40-year-old crackheads get high’. 

Talia Johnson, who was still crouched behind the dining table whispered to her almost 7-foot tall boyfriend Hugh Collis “Hey, didn’t you used to do acid?” 

“Nah…...” replied Hugh. “I did start doing beer and whiskey when I was 12, then moved onto weed when I was 14 and then started doing coke when I was 16. Those were the only ones I did in and out of Juvie. But I haven’t done acid yet or seen its effects. This will be fun!” 

David Jackson was enraged. “Oi!” he yelled. “You can’t take fucking drugs in my pub! Cut that shit out or I am calling the fucking cops right now!!”

He began storming towards Lee with his hands outstretched, determined to rip it right out of his hands. But just before he reached him an ominous high-pitched beeping noise was emitted from the canister, with the canister splitting partially in half to reveal the inside transparent cylinder which looked like a fine pink powdery mist was being stored inside. 

“Huh?” frowned Lee. “That doesn’t really look like acid ….” 

Suddenly without warning the entire top half popped off, releasing a fine powdery pink mist into the air. Within seconds the entire pub was coated in a pink cloud of fine powdery mist. Soon everyone was coughing and sputtering as they inhaled the fumes with a thin coat of fine pink powder covering their clothes and bodies. 

“What the actual……fuck is…. this……shit?!” spluttered Anura as he coughed and wheezed with his vision starting to go blurry. Looking around he saw several others also gasping for air with their faces turning bright red and sweating profusely. 

“You stupid!” spluttered David Jackson, reaching out to Lee with his fingers outstretched like claws trying to strangle him. “You fucking …...dumb …...cunt!........ I am going to fucking kill-“

He never finished his sentence. In fact, every single person inside the Great Emu Pub passed out from the strange pink fine powder. 

Everyone that is except one 19-year-old teenage girl outside who was just preparing to go back inside after finishing her smoke break when the noisy volume of the footy bogans dropped down to a pin-drop….…