Mistakes Corrected

Mistakes corrected

by SSJ04 Mewtwo

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Legalities & Warnings

I have never owned Daria and since Viacom and MTV won't sell her to me I'll just have to settle with writing fan fiction. Remember to read my other Daria stories. This takes place some time in season five.

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"You look like someone whose wind has been taken out of their sail."

"You'd look like that too if you were dating someone that makes you feel like a piece of furniture. You probably wouldn't know about that."

"I don't think that Tom would treat you like a piece of furniture."

"The two of you may be guys, but you don't think alike. It seems that dating me is easier because I have more brains and fewer needs than Jane did."

"Damn, I thought that wound healed up quite awhile ago."

"I still feel a little bitter about that."

"I doubt that he jumped from Janie to you just because he thought you'd be an easier person to date."

"You may have to dig for it, but I bet you nothing that when he's sitting alone, in bed, he's thinking how low maintenance I am." Trent started on a fit of coughing and laughing at that last statement.

"Daria, sometimes I think you think way too much."

"Hey, I have to think when I'm in those stupid advanced placement classes that our high priestess of a principal put me in, I have to think of witty comebacks for Sandy's insults, I have to think on the dates I have with Tom, I swear one day my brain is going to exit my head and shoot me right in the heart."

Trent laughed again, "I see why you're having a tough time. I'd get board if all I did was eat pizza and talk about old books all night long. That's almost as bad as what me and Monique used to do."

"And what did you and your old flame used to do?"

"Go to one of the clubs and she'd talk about how much the band on stage sucked," Trent laughed again and got choked up again. "I never had that problem before Monique. Although, before her I was still in Lawndale High."

"Let me guess, the Shallow ran the place back then as well?"

"Nah, more normal people went to Lawndale High."

"Then, what was a normal Trent Lane Date?"

"Most of the time we would go grab a slice, and then head to the park for a little desert."

Daria raised an eyebrow a bit at that statement.

"Not that kind of desert." Trent said while laughing harder than usual.

"Sorry, I always jump to the worst case scenario, it comes with being cynical."

"Most of the time, we'd just get a box of doughnut balls and have a starlight picnic beside the small pond. No sex ever happened, but I made some memories there."

"Long make out sessions?"

"Yeah, I never wanted to go all the way due to the fact of all the shit you can get into."

"You, caring about not getting into trouble, that's just like you."

"Fights, loud music, not doing what any of those teachers told me, are troubles I like to have. Sex is a different trouble that I wouldn't want unless I was married or found the last girl I'd ever date."

"And you're trying to be a rock star."

Trent laughed at the joke and then said, "Hey, I'm not taking any drugs so I'm just a tattooed pierced musician who has three band mates that he's gotta watch over or they get lost."

"We're getting off topic, what do I do about Tom?" This was what was Troubling Daria Morgendorffer. She and Trent Lane were in his room talking about her problem of Tom Slone. She had needed to talk to him, and fortunately, Jane was out with Jessie so Jane wouldn't be bothering them.

"You may have to confront him with this problem and see if the two of you can work it out. He may have been doing this on purpose, and since you aren't objecting to it, he'll keep on treating you like a piece of furniture, or make you feel like he's treating you like a piece of furniture."

"I don't know what I want, though. I think a part of me wants some romance, but my cynical half screams no."

"You are the most complex girl I've ever encountered, and I mean that in a good way."

"Thanks," she said quietly. She looked down to hide her face because she knew that she was blushing.

"Hey, you're still young, you'll find someone."

"Yeah, still young," she said quietly as if she were distracted with another thought.

"What's wrong now?"

"I'm still struggling with the fact that one of the first guys I've ever had a crush on has had better dates and could treat me better than the ass I'm dating now," she said in an uncharacteristic tone of harshness.

At first, Trent didn't catch the hidden meaning, but then he did after a few moments of thinking about how she had said that. He replied by saying, "Look, we both agreed that it wouldn't work, you were shown that it was possible for me to blow a commitment. besides it was just a simple crush,right?"

"Just a simple crush my ass," she said letting her father's temper show threw her normal monotone inflection.

Trent was taken aback by the statement. "What do you mean?" he asked hoping that she wouldn't go off the deep end like her father and start ranting at him.

"It may not seem obvious, but I don't get crushes that easily. I'm no damned slut who'd fuck any guy on the spot. I guess my grey heart was trying to find love where there was none at all."

Trent felt like he just got shot right in the heart. He felt as if he'd committed a murder with Daria being the victim.

"I swear if I'd known that I would've handled it differently."

"You'd probably choose Monique over me because she's your age and doesn't have the parental bondage like I have, plus she's right in the middle of your favorite lifestyle so it wouldn't matter."

"I can't date that thing again."

"Of course you can, don't pity me because I don't need it."

"I'm not saying this shit just to hear myself talk; I can't get along with her. We have a difference of opinion when it comes to running bands, not to mention that the last guy that she slept with gave her HIV."

"Then what the fuck are you saying?" Trent pulled her close to him and lifted her head up by the chin so that they were making eye contact.

"What I'm saying is that you still have those feelings...we can keep this relationship a secret from your parents. Hell, we could keep it from Janie for a while if you wanted to."

"I buried those feelings. I couldn't completely get rid of them."

"You think you can stand dating a musical bum after dating Tom Slone?"

"Hey, I take it as a vast improvement." Trent fell back onto the bed laughing and coughing uncontrollably. "That's another thing, you laugh at my snide remarks while Tommy boy comes up with some smart ass retort," she said before lying beside him.

"I'd rather enjoy the joke instead of trying to make it better," he said while putting an arm around her.

"We better be careful, Jane could come threw that door at any time."

"I'll lock it, but she probably won't be back 'til 1 in the morning."

She smirked realizing why Jane would probably be that late getting back. She and Jessie would start making out, he would probably fall asleep from too much exertion and Jane would have to wait
on him to wake up. After locking the door, Trent laid beside her again and they embraced.

"So, what was it that the girls of Lawndale High in your day wanted from you?" she asked.

"Curious, aren't we?" he questioned with a teasing tone in his voice.

"I just want to know why you and Monique didn't make out like you did with the girls at LHS."

"She just wanted to fuck.."

"The very definition of a slut?"

"I never understood why I dated her in the first place. I like to be that guy that makes sure that the girl remembers who she had been with instead of being that love 'em and then leave 'em."

"Sounds interesting."

"Let's just say I like pleasuring those I'm in a relationship with."

"Well," she said before taking off her boots and jacket, "let's put your skills to the test."

Trent just smiled at this. If it was one thing he could count on, it was her straight forwardness. He gently pressed his lips to hers and she accepted the kiss. This was certainly much better than a certain Slone that seems to have the kissing habits of an octopus. He started to lick her bottom lip. In response,
she opened her mouth and Trent's tongue found its way into her mouth. As they continued to kiss, Trent's hand slid up one of Daria's legs and went under her skirt. His hand slipped under her panties and then with his thumb, he started to rub her clit gently. She moaned into his mouth as her tongue was now in Trent's
mouth. Their lips only broke off for a moment as Trent helped her out of her shirt. She was still being stimulated by Trent's thumb, but then she felt
two fingers enter her. Her moans became pants as Trent built her up. After thirty seconds, four fingers were inside of her. Trent then felt her vaginal
muscles contract letting him know that she had cum.

Her face showed contentedness as she had her first orgasm. Trent waited until her eyes rolled back to the front of her skull before proceeding.

"Oh, damn," she said after recovering from the high she had been on, "If that's what your fingers feel like, I have to wonder what the real deal would feel like?"

"Well, someone had a good time, didn't they?" Trent said after pulling his hand out from under her skirt.

"Break my hymen," she commanded.

"I don't think..." Trent started to say but he was cut off by Daria putting a finger on his lips.

"I want to feel like I'm a human again and not a piece of furniture. I want to be a woman, not some rich boy's easy chair that he can sit on whenever he gets the urge."

"Are you absolutely sure you wanna do this?" Trent asked. In response, Daria unbuckled his belt, unzipped Trent's jeans, reached under his underwear and started stroking his manhood. "Damn, where did you learn...?"

"I read a lot as a child, some of those books I shouldn't have read at such a young age. Now, make me feel good with this piece of...flesh."

"You know it'll hurt for a little bit."

"I know, but it will get better after that, at least, that's what's supposed to happen..."Trent had looked deep into her grey eyes and saw that this was what she wanted. He took off the rest of his clothes and helped Daria to a state of undress as well. He laid her down and kissed her one last time before he slowly and gently entered her. His nine inches in length and two across of dick were slowly penetrating her. He then bumped into her last resistance. He looked at her one last time before proceeding. She nodded and Trent pushed through as gently as possible.

Once he had broken the hymen, he buried the rest of his penis in her pussy.
Pain coursed through her body from the braking of her flower. As the pain slowly subsided, she felt the waves of pleasure hit her. She could feel that Trent
was in her all the way to the back of her pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her skull and Trent took this as a sign to go. He pulled out of her and then went
back in again, but this time he did it a little less gently. A rhythm was quickly achieved by the pair. Trent, for the life of him, tried not to come too soon. Then
it happened, Daria rolled with him still inside her and took control. She started to ride him as if her life depended upon it. The bedsprings were groaning under there thrusts and counter thrust.

"Fuck, I'm about to blow down here!" Trent said trying to hold back as much as possible.

"I'm, shit I'm there!!!" she screams as her pussy contracted and squeezed Trent's cock. He grabbed her by the hips and slammed into her one more time. He shot his seed into her belly. Daria collapsed on top of Trent as he continued to pour himself into her. She eventually fell asleep in his arms after he had finished cumming.

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A steady heartbeat was what Daria was greeted by as she awoke the next morning. She could feel the soreness of her cunt from last night's encounter with the source of the heartbeat. She new that this had been irresponsible, but in her mind it was a necessary thing to do. For most of her life a lot of people believed that she wasn't fully human. Some even said, back when she lived in Highland, that ice flowed through her veins. Even Jane had made a comment about this during the anniversary situation. She had redeemed herself by allowing herself to do the most human primal thing possible, and enjoyed it. Now the question was how to break it to Tom. She didn't want him back, that was for certain, but her cynical side was trying to remind her that Trent did blow a commitment.

'Yeah, but it was a school commitment,' she told herself.

'Yes, but he failed you once, you can't guarantee that he won't do it again,' her cynical side argued.

'Life is about risk. The Tom thing is the best example of this. I need an escape from everything, and Tom isn't doing it for me. I feel better around Trent and nothing you say can change that,' she replied to herself. The voice didn't speak meaning that she had won against herself. Then she felt a hand on her
shoulder.

"Hey, you up?" Trent asked.

"Oh, sorry, I was in deep thought, not in deep sleep which is where you just came from," she said after laying her head against him.

"So, figured a way to tell Tom about last night?"

"I think I have, and it will involve my new favorite thing to do."

"Oh really, and what would that be?"

"Being made loved to by you," she answers before kissing him.

Trent's face split into a stupid grin, "Well, how ya going to pull that off?"

"Well..." she said and then started whispering in his ear.

"Your evil, do you know that?"

"I know I'm evil, but I'm your favorite kind of evil," Trent laughed and it turned into a fit of coughing. "Look, as much as I love to lay here next to you in the nude, I better get home." she said before getting up and putting on her clothes.

"All right, and we can pull off your scheme tonight, Jessie and Jane will be out again."

"Good, the sooner I dump him, the sooner I can get him the hell out of my mind." she said before unlocking the door and closing it quietly behind her. She left the house before her best friend could catch her in an unusual position with her brother.

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Tom had been peacefully doing much of nothing until his sister barged into his room and threw a small package at his head.

"Next time when the mail comes, be down stairs. I'm not your fucking secretary," she said and slammed the door shut.

Tom winced at the sound of the door slamming. He quietly muttered, "She's just a little brat sometimes." He opens the envelope to see a tape that had a label on it that said "play me". With his curiosity peaked he stuck the tape in the machine and pressed play. What he saw next made his blood boil. Daria was laying, naked, on Trent's bed. He saw that her wrists were restrained to the headboard. Trent was between her legs holding a peacock feather. He watched as now his ex-girlfriend was teased on her nipples, her cleavage, her inner thighs, and her pussy. Trent then unzipped his pants and pulled them and his boxers off. To Tom's bruised ego, the Lane boy had a longer cock which pissed Tom off, but the worst part was yet to come. Tom was yelling at the screen as Trent slipped his penis into Daria's waiting cunt. The auburn haired girl moans and allowed Trent to put her legs over his shoulders. The new angle hit her g-spot and she started screaming Trent's name. Tom stopped the tape and threw it against the wall.

"That's what you get for cheating on Jane in the first place, big brother," Elsie quietly said after she shut the door. She wondered if she could learn a thing or two from Daria so that she could fuck with her mother.