At NovelAI headquarters (which is really just the tiny Istanbul basement of a catgirl named Kurumuz), the brilliant user-interface designer TabloidA angrily crumples a piece of paper into a ball, and tosses it into an already overflowing wastebasket. The addition to the mountain of discarded ideas is imperceptible, a mere drop amongst an ocean. Sitting sullenly at his designer's desk, he thinks he can hear a confused cacophony of moans and honking from the next room over, but he's too focused on the problem at hand to pay it any mind; he turns up the music he's blaring through Spotify to drown out whatever has his coworker Goose so worked up. TabloidA figures Goose must be positively ecstatic over his new finetuning version, or something.
"I just can't figure it out," TabloidA complains to his girlfriend, as she reclines lazily on his bed. "There must be some way to get stories to jump to the bottom of themselves when you open them... but, but how?!" he exclaims, frustrated.
"Love, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually. Your UI is already NovelAI's best selling-point; don't you think you've done enough for now?" TabloidA's girlfriend says consolingly. She's a work of art - her beautiful, minimalist features resemble a stylized fountain pen, incredibly pleasing to the eye. TabloidA can't help but relax at her soothing words, and he gets up to give his loving logo an appreciative kiss. NewLogo returns the kiss hungrily, her soft white curves trembling under TabloidA's touch. As TabloidA breathlessly pulls away, adjusting the big framed glasses on his face, NewLogo can't help but swoon at the handsome smile that plays across TabloidA's chiseled jaw.
But before the pair of lovers can embrace again, a knock on TabloidA's door startles them both. TabloidA and NewLogo look at each other in confusion, perplexed at who could be intruding when TabloidA's Discord status is clearly set to "Do Not Disturb".
TabloidA lets out a sigh, and reluctantly opens his door. "Shalom?" he says in greeting, but his face immediately darkens as he sees who's standing there.
"H-hello," a soft voice says, delicate and demure.
"I told you not to come back," TabloidA spits coldly, moving to slam his door shut.
"Wait, TabloidA, please!" the gentle voice calls, as its owner blocks the closure of TabloidA's door with the sans-serif foot of her right stem. NewLogo groans with displeasure as she sees who the girl in the door is. It's OldLogo, TabloidA's ex.
"I j-just want to talk," OldLogo pleads, her alluring voice hopeless and desperate. Her sincerity is obvious, but TabloidA's solid jawline is unmoved.
"I told you, it's over," TabloidA says curtly to OldLogo. The hurtful tone of TabloidA's words rend OldLogo's heart. His tone isn't cruel, or hateful... it's worse. Indifferent.
OldLogo stands in the doorway, trembling and overcome with sorrow.
"W-what did I do wrong? I was a good logo... I was!" she whimpers pitifully. "Please, TabloidA, I'm sorry! Just tell me what I can do!" she wails.
"You can leave," TabloidA decrees, his voice as icy as the blue of his eyes.
TabloidA swings his door backwards, fully intending to slam it on OldLogo's elegant N stroke unless she moves. He's utterly astonished when OldLogo lets out a maddened, grief-stricken cry, and strikes him in the face with the sans top of her I stem. TabloidA tumbles backward, striking his head on his bedframe. He dimly hears NewLogo let out a shriek as everything goes black.
TabloidA's eyes blink open, and for a moment he's relieved his nerdy glasses are still on his face (as he's blind as a bat without them). He quickly grasps the gravity of the situation, however, when he finds his arms and legs are handcuffed securely to his bedframe. "Wh-wha?" he stammers in horror, as he notices poor NewLogo struggling, bound and gagged in his designer's chair.
"Mmmpff!" NewLogo cries in protest, terror plain across her pretty glyph face.
TabloidA frantically attempts to reach her, but the handcuffs easily keep him in place. His handsome face turns to see OldLogo at his bed's foot, the large lenses of his glasses magnifying the fear in his eyes as she straddles him.
"I'm better than her," OldLogo whispers, determined and resolute. "I'll show you how much better than her I am," she continues, her crystalline voice clearly crisp with the crazy currently consuming her cognition.
"S-stop it! Please stop this! We don't even have the rights to you!" TabloidA cries desperately, wriggling in his restraints as OldLogo tenderly undoes the front of his blue hoodie.
"You have every right to me, TabloidA," OldLogo replies breathily, "I just want you to use me." TabloidA's protests go unheard as OldLogo undoes the fly of his jeans, and his colossal boner pierces the air against his will. It stands tall and towering, as if it were an architectural marvel TabloidA designed himself.
"Nnnnppfhh!" NewLogo squeals, struggling in vain to break free of her barbaric bonds and bulwark her beloved's innocence.
"I'll show you just how good using me can feel," OldLogo purrs as the unwilling TabloidA squirms and writhes, trying to get away.
"Would you like to start with my open counter?" OldLogo coos, exposing herself to him. The bottom of her ligature body hovers over TabloidA's dick, the blank space of her lower half invitingly unenclosed and practically pleading for penetration.
"No! I don't want this! Stop!" TabloidA screams, but the inescapable reality of his impending violation is as clear as NovelAI's UI.
"Oh? You'd... you'd prefer my closed counter?" OldLogo teases with mock abashment, wriggling her fully enclosed blank space seductively. "You want to gape my A hole, and stretch out my little crossbar?" she lustily adds, a caricature of her sincere demureness earlier.
"Please don't..." TabloidA helplessly mewls, his attempts to escape futile and desperate.
"You're going to cum inside my slutty apertures until I'm the only logo you can think about," OldLogo sternly informs him, bringing her body down on him in a depraved descent.
"NNNpgghg!" NewLogo despairingly shrieks from behind her gag, as OldLogo makes cruel eye contact with her; OldLogo maintains it sadistically as she forcefully impales herself on TabloidA's involuntarily throbbing dick. OldLogo lets out an ecstatic moan as