(Previous episode http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16555213/)

After a hectic week dealing with some super villains, Buster decided to take the day off. Surely there were enough super heroes in the city that they could lose one of them for a day. Besides, she hasn't had much time off at all ever since Marlow transformed into the infamous Buster. Currently, Buster is walking down the street in her neighborhood in her normal clothing attire. A tank top with an opened jacket over it, a pair of ripped jeans, and various chains and buckles a punk would wear. Nothing too out of the ordinary compared to the average citizen aside from, well, you know.

Buster was minding her own business, doing her best to avoid looking at people that couldn't help but stare or comment about her, until a random motorcycle drove up on the sidewalk and halted right in front of her. Buster was startled by the sudden appearance, but she quickly realized who it was. It was her super-friend Riot, who was a furry, a type of person in Steel City that have spliced their DNA with that of an animal to gain their genetic qualities. Riot in particular is a hyena. Her head is very much like the real animal, and she is even fuzzy and spotted like a real hyena too! Riot is pretty obese though, her belly being as wide as a door frame, and her heavy bust just a big too. She is very apple-bodied, being that most her weight is in her torso. Due to her awkward shape, she wears a blue vest that seems to only cover up her boobs, and she has short shorts that show off a lot of her furry legs. The motorcycle is quite large, capable of handling such a beast of a woman on it.

“Yo! Do your tits clog up your ears or something!?” Riot joked. “I was beeping my horn and shouting profanities at you the whole time!”

“Sorry Riot.” Buster apologized. “I get people beeping and yelling at me all the time.”

“Uh huh, uh huh.” Riot said with a nod. “I was just driving down the street until I saw a giant pair of boobs wobbling about, and I stopped to say, hey!”

“Ah. Hey then.” Buster responded.

“Heard you took on Placebo. He had quite a bounty on him! Did ya get yourself something nice yet?” Riot asked.

“Not yet, I'm hoping they have something good at the card shop today. I need to update my deck, it's been a while.” Buster told her.

Riot looked at her as if she was speaking a foreign language. “Cards!? You get a huge bounty and you're worried about some card game!?”

“Um, yeah?”

“You're a nerd. Next I bet you're going to tell me you're going to buy some comics!”

“Possibly. Depends if they have something good.”

“Ah ha! I knew it!” Riot exclaimed. “You know, if I got a bounty like that and was able to spend it all on myself, I'd buy out a strip club for a day. Just so we could have a big party there! And probably a new gun too...”

“Boys or girls, or something in between?” Buster asked.

“Hmm... that's a good question.”

“Hey Riot, you're... frisky... how do you get a guy to like you?”

“Oh ho! So there is more to this card shop story then! Do tell!”

“Um, well, there is this guy, and I like him.”

“Uh huh?”

“That's about it.”

“You can't just say that's it, there must be more! What makes him so great that the mighty Buster would swoon over him?”

“Well... ha.... you know... something about the way he.... plays his cards...”

“Yeah?”

“And his outstanding anime collection.”

“I see.”

“Oh, and he is really good at video games too!”

“Girl, are you being serious here?”

“Very.”

“You poor thing, falling for some pepperoni-faced, buck-toothed, oily-haired dork. How dreadful...”

“That's pretty accurate aside from the oil. His hair is too curly for that.”

“UGH!”

“Hey now! Are you going to give me advice or not!”

“My best advice to you is to be yourself and nothing more.”

“Very appropriate, but I need some real advice here. After all, you manage to get a different partner in bed every other time I see you. What's your secret?”

“Are you a transgendered, fat fur?”

“N-no?”

“Well then you shouldn't expect a different type of species in your bed every morning! And as long as I don't act like you, I won't be spending my day off at some nerd domain!”

“I get your point.”

“Well, I'm off then, but hey! Call me when you want to hang out sometime! It's been a while!”

“Sure thing!”

And on that note, Riot recklessly drove back into traffic and off into the distance.


ONE HOUR LATER


“What the hell happened!?” Riot asked.

It was a pitiful sight. Buster was sitting at a table outside of an ice cream shop, surrounded by empty bowls, and with her face planted firmly into her breasts as she sobbed uncontrollably.

“Booo hoooo!” Buster cried.

“You know, when I said call me to hang out sometime, I wasn't expecting an hour later to see you in a puddle of your own tears.” Riot heartlessly told her.

“Oh it was terrible! Terrible!” Buster whimpered as her face rose from her cleavage. “Everything was going well, we played games, everyone stared at my boobs, the usual... and then... and then!”

“Yeah?”

“The guy I told you about, he was walking around the shop, and I went over to him. I told him how we have all the same interests. Comics and cartoons and all. And he agreed to it too! And when I asked him out, he said no!”

“What!? Why!? Is he gay?”

“He said it like this, and I quote.” Buster began. “You're great and all, but I am only going to date the perfect girl for me. Yes, we have identical interests and we get along very well. But true love isn't just a mental, but a physical attraction as well. I'm sorry, but I don't like big boobs, in fact, I don't like boobs at all. I only date girls with flat chests. Delicious, flat chests. WAHHHHHH!”

Riot simply gazed into the distance as if that was the most idiotic thing she as ever heard of in her life. “Uh, should we beat this guy up for being a full throttle retard?”

“You don't understand!” Buster shouted. “I AM that girl! Before my boobs expanded, I had no boobs! A flat chest! I never owned a bra in my life until I became a vigilante! I hate these boobs!”

“Well, um... well perhaps your boobs have a way of... seeing people for who they really are?” Riot tried to reason. “If he really liked you, then he would be able to see past your tits, and see you as the tit-less girl you truly are!”

Buster simply slumped over, planting her face into her chest once again.

Suddenly, a voice nearby was heard. “Monster! A monster!”

Riot looked over to see what the commotion was about as many other people began to scream in terror. Buster however, was still wallowing in tears. As the crowd dispersed, Riot was able to see a huge creature lift up a hot dog stand and dunk its contents down its mouth. The monster was at least seven feet tall, and just as wide. It had putrid-looking wrinkly brown skin with warts and blemishes all over it. Despite being rather round, it's arms and legs were fairly long and lanky. It had no neck, and it's round head was scrunched into its torso. It's nose, mouth, and ears were similar to that of a bat or rodent. But the strangest thing of all were its eyes. It had large, bowling ball-like eyes that constantly streamed a waterfall of tears.

“Hey Buster, it kind of looks like you!” Riot joked. “I mean that in a funny way, please don't take it seriously.

Buster looked up to see what was going on, witnessing the creature herself. She was still hurt from earlier, but seeing this beast roam around reminded her that she has more important things than finding a boyfriend. She then reached into her cleavage and pulled out her suit.

“Give me a moment.” Buster told Riot. “I gotta change.”