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"Loli haet pizza".
That's what the nanashi-sans online always told us. We thought it'd keep us safe. How wrong we were.
It was a quiet night. Stars no longer show in the night sky, the thick smog of male tears that choked the world in a salty, brackish death-grip. Me and a friend, both with pizzas at hand, were caught out after the curfew time; when the loli rape gangs would drive around the city in their white vans spraypainted with 'free beer'.
We didn't know that the lolis, over the decade, had developed technology and genetic engineering to overcome their weakness to pizza. So, in ignorance, we tried.
I knew something was wrong when her eyes shone like a cat that had found something shiny to play with, even when we opened our pizza boxes. I threw my pizza at her and we ran. Mistake 1 - I should have looked back, and maybe then at least I could have warned my friend. But I didn't.
I didn't see the loli lick off the cheese on her face and smile as she licked her lips in anticipation of the hunt. That was the worst thing; they were persistence hunters. They'd chase you around, calmly following you no matter how hard you ran - and then show up in their vans when your body gave out from competing against a cold, unfeeling machine designed for power.
So we ran. Mistake 2.
We were trapped - we knew it. We would take a seat over there. Like a rat trapped in a cage, we were only delaying the inevitable. Regardless, we ran - and the vans followed.
The two of us were averagely fit, so in the scale of 3 hours of running, they had us on the ropes, sweat beading our faces, the scent of our fear now marking our trail. That's when they surrounded us, like sharks circling a wounded animal, their grins and glistening eyes seeming to glow in the moonlight. Their leader, a short girl with a name tag on her dress that said 'Hi! I'm Ayumi!", stepped forwards, her groping hands reaching for my shirt, when my friend - another nanashi-san, flung his pizza at her, hoping to use the attack to break through their defensive circle, perhaps hijack a van to make our escape.
A noble effort, to be sure. I would never know what he did really plan, because as I watched the pizza land splat on her flat chest, her expression only changed from bemusement to laughter. Licking off a chunk of still-melted cheese off her chest, almost making a sexual display of it, she let the pizza drop to the floor, unfazed - a cruel smile adorning her pizza-splattered face.
That's when we knew. It was over. We would not see another day.
All at once, as if an invisible signal was given, the lolis charged forwards at us. And in our state of exhaustion and fear, there was no way for us to fight back. They tied us up like fresh-caught wild game and dragged us back to their rape vans. We would have struggled, if we could have found breath to do so - and finally, we were put on the seat over there. My friend was desperately trying to bite his own tongue off, but the metal mouth-gags they had put on us prevented us from taking the easy way out. We were stripped of our clothes, with savage blades and scissors, humiliated beyond all measure to be videotaped - to be shared around like some sort of sick fetish video on weebagram.
Eventually, the lolis got bored of using us over and over. By then my friend had become broken into a loli-pussy addict, begging them for one more lick. I had been broken as well, now sporting a painful erection from hours of blue-balling and teasing. When the time came for them to suck out our lives through our dicks, we could not resist. We were pushed to the floor, dicks up and the lolis took turns sucking us off until we came, crying in shame and pain as our painful erections disgorged visible power into their bodies.
With our eyesight, minds and bodies failing under the repeated rapes, I did what I could do in our final moments, I reached out and took my friend's hand as the world turned dark. I didn't remember his name - the lolis had taken even that from me.