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- Jan 2, 2022
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The warm North Carolina sun beat down on the sleepy town of Cherryville, a speck on the map just west of bustling Charlotte. A Kroger truck rumbled to a stop behind the local grocery store, kicking up a cloud of dust from the unpaved lot.
Moondust hopped down from the driver's seat, his small frame dwarfed by the towering stacks of boxes in the trailer. He sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his sweaty nose. Another day, another delivery.
"Why do they always send me to unload the heaviest pallets?" he muttered under his breath. "Is it because I'm Filipino? Or Jewish? Or both?" He let out a resigned chuckle tinged with self-loathing.
Heaving open the trailer doors, Moondust surveyed the intimidating load - crates of produce, dairy, and dry goods stacked floor to ceiling. He grabbed the nearest handcart and began the arduous process of transferring the boxes to the store's loading dock, his slight muscles straining under the weight.
As he worked, beads of sweat trickled down his back, soaking his company polo shirt. Moondust's mind wandered to his upcoming wedding to Elizabeth. A pang of insecurity twisted his gut. "I bet she's going to make me wear one of those embarrassing cuckold outfits for the ceremony," he thought dejectedly. "And she'll probably invite one of her buff military friends as her 'plus one'. God, why am I like this?"
He shook his head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts. "Focus, Moondust. You've got a job to do," he chided himself. "Just a few more crates and you can-"
His muttered words broke off as he mishandled a particularly unwieldy box of cantaloupes, sending it crashing to the pavement. The fruit splattered everywhere, coating Moondust's shoes in pungent juice and pulp.
"Perfect, just perfect," he groaned, surveying the damage. "Elizabeth is going to kill me if I ruin another pair of work shoes." Suppressing the urge to cry, Moondust knelt down and began scooping up the ruined produce with his bare hands, a fitting metaphor for his life - always cleaning up his own pathetic messes.
As Moondust gingerly placed the last of the bruised cantaloupes back into the crate, a familiar voice cut through the loading dock's ambient noise. "Moondust, darling, what on earth are you doing?"
He turned to see Elizabeth striding towards him, her crisp military uniform and polished boots a stark contrast to his own disheveled appearance. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of the pulverized fruit. "Really, Moondust, must you always be so clumsy?"
Moondust laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "H-hey, Elizabeth. I wasn't expecting you. I was just, uh, you know..." He gestured lamely at the mess.
Elizabeth sighed, her icy blue eyes softening slightly. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You've always been a bit of a disaster." She reached out and straightened his collar, her touch lingering a moment too long. "But you're my disaster."
Moondust's heart fluttered at her words, even as his cheeks burned with shame. "So, um, what brings you here? Not that I'm not happy to see you, of course."
"Wedding planning, naturally," Elizabeth replied briskly. "I've made arrangements for the ceremony to be held at the Bavarian castle where I spent my summers as a child. The guest list will be quite exclusive - just a few hundred of my closest friends and colleagues."
Moondust blanched at the thought of being surrounded by Elizabeth's intimidating social circle. "A few hundred? I was thinking maybe a small, intimate gathering..."
Elizabeth waved away his concerns. "Nonsense, darling. This is the social event of the season. And don't worry about the cost - I've already arranged for a team of the finest European designers to create our attire. You'll be wearing a bespoke suit tailored to highlight your... unique physique."
Moondust's mind raced with visions of being paraded in front of Elizabeth's friends like a prized show pony, his ill-fitting suit drawing attention to all his flaws. "That sounds... great," he managed weakly.
Elizabeth smiled, a hint of sadistic glee in her expression. "Oh, it will be. I've planned every detail to perfection. All you need to do is show up and play your part. Think you can manage that?"
Moondust nodded, his stomach churning with a mix of excitement and dread. "O-of course. Anything for you, Elizabeth."
She patted his cheek, her touch cool and commanding. "Good boy. Now, finish up here and get cleaned up. We have dinner reservations at that new French place downtown. And do try not to embarrass yourself this time, hmm?"
As Elizabeth turned on her heel and strode away, Moondust watched her go, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he would never truly measure up to her expectations. But he loved her, and he would do whatever it took to make her happy - even if it meant enduring a lifetime of humiliation and self-doubt.
With shaking hands, Moondust finished his shift at the grocery store. He'd never been more relieved to clock out and head home. Hanging up his apron, he rushed to his cramped studio apartment, desperate for a shower to wash away the stress of the day. As he showered, he couldn't help but replay their conversation in his mind, his penis betraying him by stirring to life at the thought of Elizabeth's commanding voice.
With a defeated sigh, Moondust toweled off and began to change into the ill-fitting suit he'd been dreading wearing all day. He knew it would only accentuate his shortcomings, literally, but he didn't want to disappoint Elizabeth. He couldn't bear to see that cold look in her eyes again.
As he stepped into the mirror to adjust his tie, Moondust caught his reflection. His blackberry colored eyes, usually bright with nerdy enthusiasm, were now dull and resigned. His once lean and lanky frame was beginning to fill out with the stress of his new life, and he wondered how much longer he could charade as the confident, well-endowed man she thought he was.
"You can do this," he muttered to himself, trying to muster up some semblance of confidence as he grabbed the bouquet of wilting flowers he'd picked up on his way home. "It's just a dinner, it's not like you're marrying her or anything." He tried to chuckle, but it came out as a strangled cough.
With heavy feet, Moondust made his way to the upscale restaurant where Elizabeth had instructed him to meet her. He hated these dinners; the stares from the other patrons made him feel like he was on display, a circus freak for their amusement. And in a way, he supposed he was.
As he approached the table, he spotted Elizabeth sitting with a group of well-dressed men and women. She was immaculately dressed in a form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination, her blonde hair falling in perfect waves down her back. Moondust's heart skipped a beat, both with desire and fear.
Elizabeth's cold blue eyes landed on him, and he felt like a bug pinned to a board. Slowly, she stood and made her way over to him. The other patrons whispered amongst themselves, their eyes following their every move.
"Moondust," she purred, her voice as icy as her gaze. "I see you decided to join us." Her words were dripping with sarcasm as she looped her arm through his, leading him back to their table.
The other patrons all stopped their conversations, their eyes now focused solely on the pair. Moondust could feel their stares boring into him, judging him, sizing him up. He felt like a piece of meat on display at the market.
Elizabeth pulled out a chair for him, her nail polish so reflective it could be used as a mirror. "Sit, Moondust," she purred again, this time with a hint of amusement in her voice.
He sat, trying not to spill the flowers or drop the takeout bags in his trembling hands. The room seemed to close in on him as he took in the whispers and glares from the other diners. This wasn't going to be an easy night, he thought to himself. This wasn't going to be an easy night at all.
Later, on the day of the wedding, Moondust stood at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest. He was wearing the ridiculous spearmint green suit that Elizabeth had insisted on, its restrictive fabric squeezing him like a sausage in a casing. He watched as she glided down the aisle, her gown billowing behind her like a funeral shroud.
Rev. Letsgetout, a well-known internet personality Moondust had never met in person, cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to join this man and woman in unholy matrimony. We... wait a minute." The reverend peered at his notes. "Is this correct? Are we really doing this?"
"Just read the damn script!" Elizabeth hissed.
Rev. Letsgetout shrugged, then continued. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two... unconventional souls in so-called 'holy' matrimony. Moondust, do you take Elizabeth to be your lawfully wedded...?"
As the ceremony droned on, Moondust's thoughts drifted to the surprise he had in store for Elizabeth. He discreetly pressed a button on his phone, and the hall's screens flickered to life. On the screens, Neetgod appeared, his face flushed, bare-chested and glistening with sweat.
"Yo, what's up, nerds? I'm here to ruin... I mean, congratulate my good buddy Moondust on his big day!" Neetgod's voice boomed through the speakers, startling the guests.
In the video, Neetgod's wife, her face blurred out, moaned loudly in the background, her larger-than-life form a testament to Moondust's inadequacies.
"Moondust, you're a real champ for letting me bang your new old lady here. I mean, she's alright I guess, but man, get yourself a pole-dancer or something, you know what I mean? But hey, lobster I guess."
The room erupted in crude laughter, save for Moondust, who stood there, mortified. This wasn't how he envisioned his wedding day.
"Anyway, congrats you two lovebirds! Just remember, it's 'til death do you part, or until the alimony runs out. Har-har!" Ne etgod winked, and the video cut to static.
Moondust hopped down from the driver's seat, his small frame dwarfed by the towering stacks of boxes in the trailer. He sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his sweaty nose. Another day, another delivery.
"Why do they always send me to unload the heaviest pallets?" he muttered under his breath. "Is it because I'm Filipino? Or Jewish? Or both?" He let out a resigned chuckle tinged with self-loathing.
Heaving open the trailer doors, Moondust surveyed the intimidating load - crates of produce, dairy, and dry goods stacked floor to ceiling. He grabbed the nearest handcart and began the arduous process of transferring the boxes to the store's loading dock, his slight muscles straining under the weight.
As he worked, beads of sweat trickled down his back, soaking his company polo shirt. Moondust's mind wandered to his upcoming wedding to Elizabeth. A pang of insecurity twisted his gut. "I bet she's going to make me wear one of those embarrassing cuckold outfits for the ceremony," he thought dejectedly. "And she'll probably invite one of her buff military friends as her 'plus one'. God, why am I like this?"
He shook his head, trying to dispel the intrusive thoughts. "Focus, Moondust. You've got a job to do," he chided himself. "Just a few more crates and you can-"
His muttered words broke off as he mishandled a particularly unwieldy box of cantaloupes, sending it crashing to the pavement. The fruit splattered everywhere, coating Moondust's shoes in pungent juice and pulp.
"Perfect, just perfect," he groaned, surveying the damage. "Elizabeth is going to kill me if I ruin another pair of work shoes." Suppressing the urge to cry, Moondust knelt down and began scooping up the ruined produce with his bare hands, a fitting metaphor for his life - always cleaning up his own pathetic messes.
As Moondust gingerly placed the last of the bruised cantaloupes back into the crate, a familiar voice cut through the loading dock's ambient noise. "Moondust, darling, what on earth are you doing?"
He turned to see Elizabeth striding towards him, her crisp military uniform and polished boots a stark contrast to his own disheveled appearance. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of the pulverized fruit. "Really, Moondust, must you always be so clumsy?"
Moondust laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "H-hey, Elizabeth. I wasn't expecting you. I was just, uh, you know..." He gestured lamely at the mess.
Elizabeth sighed, her icy blue eyes softening slightly. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. You've always been a bit of a disaster." She reached out and straightened his collar, her touch lingering a moment too long. "But you're my disaster."
Moondust's heart fluttered at her words, even as his cheeks burned with shame. "So, um, what brings you here? Not that I'm not happy to see you, of course."
"Wedding planning, naturally," Elizabeth replied briskly. "I've made arrangements for the ceremony to be held at the Bavarian castle where I spent my summers as a child. The guest list will be quite exclusive - just a few hundred of my closest friends and colleagues."
Moondust blanched at the thought of being surrounded by Elizabeth's intimidating social circle. "A few hundred? I was thinking maybe a small, intimate gathering..."
Elizabeth waved away his concerns. "Nonsense, darling. This is the social event of the season. And don't worry about the cost - I've already arranged for a team of the finest European designers to create our attire. You'll be wearing a bespoke suit tailored to highlight your... unique physique."
Moondust's mind raced with visions of being paraded in front of Elizabeth's friends like a prized show pony, his ill-fitting suit drawing attention to all his flaws. "That sounds... great," he managed weakly.
Elizabeth smiled, a hint of sadistic glee in her expression. "Oh, it will be. I've planned every detail to perfection. All you need to do is show up and play your part. Think you can manage that?"
Moondust nodded, his stomach churning with a mix of excitement and dread. "O-of course. Anything for you, Elizabeth."
She patted his cheek, her touch cool and commanding. "Good boy. Now, finish up here and get cleaned up. We have dinner reservations at that new French place downtown. And do try not to embarrass yourself this time, hmm?"
As Elizabeth turned on her heel and strode away, Moondust watched her go, his heart heavy with the knowledge that he would never truly measure up to her expectations. But he loved her, and he would do whatever it took to make her happy - even if it meant enduring a lifetime of humiliation and self-doubt.
With shaking hands, Moondust finished his shift at the grocery store. He'd never been more relieved to clock out and head home. Hanging up his apron, he rushed to his cramped studio apartment, desperate for a shower to wash away the stress of the day. As he showered, he couldn't help but replay their conversation in his mind, his penis betraying him by stirring to life at the thought of Elizabeth's commanding voice.
With a defeated sigh, Moondust toweled off and began to change into the ill-fitting suit he'd been dreading wearing all day. He knew it would only accentuate his shortcomings, literally, but he didn't want to disappoint Elizabeth. He couldn't bear to see that cold look in her eyes again.
As he stepped into the mirror to adjust his tie, Moondust caught his reflection. His blackberry colored eyes, usually bright with nerdy enthusiasm, were now dull and resigned. His once lean and lanky frame was beginning to fill out with the stress of his new life, and he wondered how much longer he could charade as the confident, well-endowed man she thought he was.
"You can do this," he muttered to himself, trying to muster up some semblance of confidence as he grabbed the bouquet of wilting flowers he'd picked up on his way home. "It's just a dinner, it's not like you're marrying her or anything." He tried to chuckle, but it came out as a strangled cough.
With heavy feet, Moondust made his way to the upscale restaurant where Elizabeth had instructed him to meet her. He hated these dinners; the stares from the other patrons made him feel like he was on display, a circus freak for their amusement. And in a way, he supposed he was.
As he approached the table, he spotted Elizabeth sitting with a group of well-dressed men and women. She was immaculately dressed in a form-fitting dress that left little to the imagination, her blonde hair falling in perfect waves down her back. Moondust's heart skipped a beat, both with desire and fear.
Elizabeth's cold blue eyes landed on him, and he felt like a bug pinned to a board. Slowly, she stood and made her way over to him. The other patrons whispered amongst themselves, their eyes following their every move.
"Moondust," she purred, her voice as icy as her gaze. "I see you decided to join us." Her words were dripping with sarcasm as she looped her arm through his, leading him back to their table.
The other patrons all stopped their conversations, their eyes now focused solely on the pair. Moondust could feel their stares boring into him, judging him, sizing him up. He felt like a piece of meat on display at the market.
Elizabeth pulled out a chair for him, her nail polish so reflective it could be used as a mirror. "Sit, Moondust," she purred again, this time with a hint of amusement in her voice.
He sat, trying not to spill the flowers or drop the takeout bags in his trembling hands. The room seemed to close in on him as he took in the whispers and glares from the other diners. This wasn't going to be an easy night, he thought to himself. This wasn't going to be an easy night at all.
Later, on the day of the wedding, Moondust stood at the altar, his heart pounding in his chest. He was wearing the ridiculous spearmint green suit that Elizabeth had insisted on, its restrictive fabric squeezing him like a sausage in a casing. He watched as she glided down the aisle, her gown billowing behind her like a funeral shroud.
Rev. Letsgetout, a well-known internet personality Moondust had never met in person, cleared his throat. "Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today to join this man and woman in unholy matrimony. We... wait a minute." The reverend peered at his notes. "Is this correct? Are we really doing this?"
"Just read the damn script!" Elizabeth hissed.
Rev. Letsgetout shrugged, then continued. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to join these two... unconventional souls in so-called 'holy' matrimony. Moondust, do you take Elizabeth to be your lawfully wedded...?"
As the ceremony droned on, Moondust's thoughts drifted to the surprise he had in store for Elizabeth. He discreetly pressed a button on his phone, and the hall's screens flickered to life. On the screens, Neetgod appeared, his face flushed, bare-chested and glistening with sweat.
"Yo, what's up, nerds? I'm here to ruin... I mean, congratulate my good buddy Moondust on his big day!" Neetgod's voice boomed through the speakers, startling the guests.
In the video, Neetgod's wife, her face blurred out, moaned loudly in the background, her larger-than-life form a testament to Moondust's inadequacies.
"Moondust, you're a real champ for letting me bang your new old lady here. I mean, she's alright I guess, but man, get yourself a pole-dancer or something, you know what I mean? But hey, lobster I guess."
The room erupted in crude laughter, save for Moondust, who stood there, mortified. This wasn't how he envisioned his wedding day.
"Anyway, congrats you two lovebirds! Just remember, it's 'til death do you part, or until the alimony runs out. Har-har!" Ne etgod winked, and the video cut to static.
