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>>2292876 A few points!
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>>2292878 “Aria, come on. It’s not so bad and it’s nothing they haven’t seen before. Don’t cry on stage,” Jill discretely whispered on the side of her mouth.
It was regrettable she sounded sad and that I was ruining Jill’s big moment. I knew she had worked very hard for all she had done; but why couldn’t I be a little more selfish? Jill had made me run naked in front of everyone for fun and before that she had taken all the clothes that I had. All of it was her selfishness and willingness to step over all of us to have fun. She was still my friend, but I didn’t feel like I owed her to be the perfect test subject.
Memories surfaced on how Jill and I became friends. It was after I had defeated her in tennis and I had arrived with Elmira for ‘training’, even if I didn’t know it yet. She had also selfishly shown my body to one boy who was there and embarrassed me at the showers. Before that was our tennis match, and before that was Melanie’s ‘training’ when she promised in my stead that I would undress for people. Jill was always very selfish in what she wanted happening.
That’s why I thought it was my turn. “Jill, please give me the microphone,” I seriously requested, sniffling. I knew what I had to do.
“Sure,” Jill handed it over with no resistance. I didn’t often look this somber.
Jill gave a few steps back, ominously; guessing this was important. I would have rather she had remained, for she had left me alone in the middle of the stage. All eyes were on me. I did have a dire need to rely a message of great importance; yet stage fright was unavoidable. I was wearing nothing but a thin shirt exposing the sternum and no pants or even wondering. Considering, it could even be said that I was doing rather well other than the tears, which weren’t even because of the shame – that was undeniable and overpowering.
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>>2292880 “U-um… hello! I… m-my name is Aria!” I said to an uncomfortable silence. I hadn’t planned what to say afterwards, just had a general idea of what I wanted to say. “Um… I-”
“Why haven’t you transformed into the werecat. It’s almost full-moon isn’t it? And it’s night-time,” A familiar and screeching voice asked from the boy side. The pretentious and ever-annoying Nightshade.
“She’s learning to control the curse! SHUT THE FUCK UP, FRANCIS!” Erika potently yelled. “She’s speaking.”
I inwardly thanked Erika, unable to do it face to face as if I turned away from the audience I was liable to run away and never come back. Regardless, Erika’s comment gave me an idea to work on.
“As everyone knows, I’m the werecat!” I squealed. “It has been… very hard for me, to come to terms to how I am now. Y-you… you all just know t-that…” I closed my eyes. I was about to reveal all of my weaknesses in order to get some sympathy, “that catnip works on me, or you can distract me with a laser pointer, or how loud noises scare me, or how I start meowing when I get stuck somewhere, y-you saw me attack poor Jane at the cafeteria because I got mad, I can get lured with cat food, some people are allergic to me…”
“And, uh; your tail moves when you get nervous,” helpfully reminded me Lisa. She was far away but other than me everyone else was quietly watching me cry on a microphone, so it was no problem hearing her.
“And my tail moves when I get nervous,” I automatically added sheepishly.
“No, I mean: your tail. Moves. When you get. Nervous!” Lisa repeated, pantomiming and repeatedly pointing at her groin area.
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>>2292882 “Eeek! Meow…” I ducked to cover. I had given my tail one very simple task and it had apparently forgotten. No longer covering my bottomless self, I had to hurry to remedy the situation, not that there was a lot I could do since they had already seen. My eyes became ever more blurry and the warmth I felt on my face could have powered the camp for days.
I was going to make the request for people to kindly not try to exploit my weakness, yet a complete conviction that I had to get out of there immediately took ahold of me and before I could finish my thought, I gave a backflip backstage to quite an applause.
While airborne, I witnessed Kathy’s wicked smile, and I simply knew that things were not going to stay the way they were.
*
I wanted to give some time for Aria to say her peace, but she chickened out at the last second. She took the microphone with her, too. When I sent Lise to retrieve it I was reported that Aria had ran into the night. No doubt we would find her back at the cabin. I nodded at Erika and she went to take care of it. I also saw Medea leaving the ceremony, which was fine since she had already done her part and a clothed girl was ruining the mood.
The speakers had Bluetooth, so any old phone could work as a microphone. The quality was a little lower, but I wasn’t going to hold that against Aria. I knew that I was pushing her boundaries and it was a lengthy and arduous process; the only thing that bothered me is that at some point Aria’s resistance to this sort of stuff had gone back down by a lot. Had I made a wrong move? Getting younger (because God, she WAS younger, and it was easy to tell) had changed her personality?
She wanted to say something about people not abusing her weaknesses, the poor thing. I would leave it as it was now but if it got out of control I would do something about it.
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>>2292884 Announcing the next first places was nice and all. I did the first ten in order; they took their ribbons out, picked their clothes in a hurry to take cover because it wasn’t the same to be the focus of all of us than running with fifty others in the same situation than yours; and they took their leave. It was pretty fun, but something was missing.
I got an idea.
“And the next one is, Delanie! Applause, please!” I announced.
The clapping had gotten a little weaker over time. I was about to change that. Lisa who had passed just before Delanie had a pretty high score and had taken a little too long picking her stuff up. Delanie didn’t have enough to buy herself anything, so I discussed with Lise in the little time Delanie did her tantrum that she wanted all of her points transferred to Lisa and nothing was going to stop her.
I had Lise make a few last minute alterations. It was bending the rules a little but people wouldn’t mind. If they did, I could backtrack.
“And that’s it for the first ten, folks!” I quickly stopped Delanie’s ramblings. “Now that the first places have their prices and all, what about skipping to the interesting parts? Andrea, please step up!”
Andrea was a hot one. Even if Delanie had made things worse by being both boring and crazy, Andrea had an ovation when she stepped up. The girl had a huge and nice rack; her pussy was also very pretty and for the moment was glowing and pink; someone was still excited. Andrea was a little of an outie and had a bit of flesh running across her slit; it was completely shaved so there was no hiding anything; and Andrea wasn’t covering, ashamed or insecure of her nudity. She proudly stepped to my side.
“Now, Andrea; do you mind if we make a little of an exception with you?” I said and got my phone closer to her, like a proper interviewer.
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>>2292885 “Sure, why not?” she followed the flow nicely. Andrea struck a pose and flipped her hair expertly. “What kind of exception, by the way? I don’t even know how many points I got.”
“Your… performance at the ropes and the tires got you a bit of a following,” I started. Andrea smiled, pleased with herself. “But in the end you couldn’t get a single ribbon. You still got 19 points, pretty impressive,” it wasn’t a lot, and it was less when compared with other big winners, but Andrea wasn’t one to think about that kind of stuff; she kept smiling and accepting the compliment and I kept buttering her up. “You did so well that, unlike all other Panty Raiders; I’m going to pay you right here and now instead of at midnight in four hours. That’s twenty points! It gives you 39 points; you lucky girl, you! Anything you were interested in getting?”
I heard some whispers and mumblings around the Panty Raiders. I was giving favoritism to someone who wasn’t Aria and they didn’t like that. I expected it, but they soon would find out it wasn’t free.
“Hmm… not really,” Andrea said, pensive. It wasn’t surprising. It would kill her if she couldn’t be naked when others were.
“How about a towel?” I proposed. “A girl still has to dry.”
“Yeah, I guess that could be useful,” she quickly accepted. Andrea showered like three times a day, and one still needed a towel to lie on the poolside or on the chairs. “How much are those?”
“Sadly, forty points,” I made sad face and ran a finger down my eyes across my cheek, like signaling crying. “Just one measly point!”
“But then there’s the exception,” she guessed. I had already made an exception in paying her before all of the others, but Andrea was used to be showered for stuff just because she was who she was.
“Sorry, girl. I’m done giving you freebies. You’ll have to earn your point. How about it, folks; do you want to see Andrea earn her point?”
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>>2292886 And with that everything was set into motion. Andrea had accepted and the people were happy, knowing where this was heading. I was about to give them a show. Other Panty Raiders behind me also stopped their careless whispers; knowing I wasn’t just giving charity of playing favorites.
“Play with your pussy!”
“Yes, it’s so wet already!”
“Rub your tits against someone’s face. Anyone you want! Like people in the front rows!”
“Eat someone’s ass!”
“Have them tie you up and spank you!”
With no delay at all, suggestions started raining; everyone wanted to be heard. Andrea mischievously looked around rubbing her chin, enjoying the attention and thinking on what to do. She raised her hand when she thought she had come to a conclusion. The boys stopped roaring and shouting.
“Jill, I never told you. I always thought you were… pretty hot,” Andrea said making funny eyes at me, biting her lower lip.
Andrea catwalked my way moving her hips around the most she could. She placed a hand on my waist and ran it slowly down my hip, her thumb got stuck on my panties and she playfully lowered it. Before being done with it, she slid her fingers sideways, getting close to my camel-toe, all while looking straight into my eyes.
“Andrea! What are you planning?” I softly questioned.
“Earning my point.”
Andrea kneeled down in front of me to plenty of whistling and cries. She quickly removed my panties and covered my pussy with her head. Instead of showing mine, she stuck her nice ass up and wagged it from side to side, showing everything to everyone.
“Did you learn anything during the race?” I giggled. “Show me.”
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>>2292887 Andrea wasn’t a lesbian, or was even close to being one. She was addicted to males; and I didn’t think that it would be easy to ever convince her to have sex with me if no men were watching. As far as I knew, Andrea was pretty new at this stuff; she had made out with girls when she was drunk and that was about it. Andrea was not one to recriminate anything she did and so when Medea’s potion had done its incredible job on her and made her be part of an orgy and even before that at the bonfire; all of it had become the new normal.
Andrea grabbed and gripped my hand pretty hard, specifically the one with my phone, getting it close to my hips which was where the action was going on. Andrea wasn’t very good at what she was doing, but it didn’t matter; I was wet as all hell after all that I had seen and was very happy that I was getting my fix by someone else instead of having to work it out by myself again. What Andrea was, was pretty darn noisy.
*Slurp*, *Slurp*, *Slurp*
*Nom*, *Phlew*, *Slurp*
*Flap*, *Slurp*, *Plaf*
The air was filled with the amplified sounds of Andrea’s mouth and tongue making contact with the insides of my wet pussy. My phone was getting it all and the speakers were making it much, much louder. I turned the volume using my phone the most I could. They were pretty amazing sounds. I tried moaning but it quickly became clear Andrea didn’t like that. I covered my mouth with the free hand because I was only human, trying my best.
Andrea, though? She was moaning up a storm and that was also being picked up by the mic. She had an excuse, because one of her fingers was going in and out of her. It wasn’t as much as to justify the exaggerated moans but I forgave Andrea for it; she knew how to make a show and that was enough for me.
Because it was what made the most sounds, Andrea was mostly flapping her lips across my own lower lips. I was mostly used to tongues working on me but lips mostly wasn’t that bad.
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>>2292890 The end was pretty sudden, and much sooner than I hoped. Maybe I had miscalculated; Andrea using only one finger may not have seen like much, but I forgot to factor that these many people watching her masturbate must have done a number on her. She yelled out in pleasure. “Yes! Yes! Yeees!” and started trembling.
I wasn’t done yet, and I held it against Andrea that I hadn’t finished, but I had a show to run. I faked an orgasm at the same time Andrea was having hers because it would be the most dramatic thing to do. I tried to keep my fake sounds to a minimum and let Andrea have her time on the spotlight.
Would people be fine with me if I took three minutes to finish on private? I didn’t mind if people watched but didn’t want to offend Andrea.
*
I knew there was a reason to worry when Jill stared insinuating she wanted to be fucked by Andrea.
“Let’s go…” I tried to convince Peggy, pulling her hand.
“No, Jodi! What about our clothes? We have so many points!”
I should have been harder on Peggy. She had a point, obviously; but wasn’t she seeing that Jill was not done messing with us? I had a bad feeling that got confirmed when after Andrea was done giving pretty intense oral sex (I was honestly kind of excited about it) and making out with Jill and getting a towel, that what I knew that would happen, happened.
“Uff, is it me or it’s hot tonight,” Jill said making a fan with her hand. She sounded fake but her face was all red, so it was actually all in all pretty genuine. “Phew, Andrea! You earned your point. My, my! I want to give you even two, or three; or twenty! But we had a deal. And one last round of applause for Andrea!”
Andrea got her applause, and even if she got a towel she didn’t use it to cover. Jill didn’t fix her panties back up to wear them and kept them at knee height. It made her have to be very careful when walking but it was honestly a pretty sexy idea.
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>>2292891 “Aaaaand now; for other crowd favorite! Or should I say, favorites!” I knew it. I fucking knew it from the start. I should have dragged Peggy away if I had to. “The Fuuuuulk sisters!”
“Jo-di! Pe-ggy! Jo-di! Pe-ggy!”
“Twins! Twins! Twins!” we weren’t twins, damn it.
“Jo-di! Pe-ggy! Jo-di! Pe-ggy!”
They really wanted us up there. I knew better than to run away now, it was too late and we would be dumb to go against Jill or against anyone in camp, really. It didn’t matter what happened at camp anymore just so long we got out of it without people we knew finding out about our… about what happened.
“We don’t have to take their bullshit,” Peggy whispered to my ear, a little too suggestively. My poor, stupid sister. Couldn’t she read the mood? “Let’s pick our clothes fast; don’t take any deal Jill gives us.”
I didn’t believe for a second it was going to be that easy. We still stepped up, Peggy leading me still holding hands. At least I wasn’t naked like her; I had gotten one ribbon which was originally Peggy’s. I had 75 points, Peggy had 65.
“Step riiight up! You’ve made a name for yourselves, huh?” Jill laughed at us. How could she be so confident after being stripped and fucked?
We climbed the stage because they couldn’t be bothered to make steps or something. “We’ll stick with a pair of panties and a bra for each,” I interrupted. I knew it wasn’t going to work but I had to try.
a) Jodi gets her way for once, or so she thinks. She’s on Jill’s sights, now.
b) Jill expertly handles them both to start an intense session making it to third base.
c) By public outcry, Jill is allowed to bribe them both with points until they agree to show everyone their sisterly love.
d) The sisters don’t have to do much; just answering some rather compromising questions.
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>>2292892 Sisters will get the time they deserve, anything else? You can also pick their clothes.
1) Nah. Focus on sisters as much as possible.
2) Carmen and Denise were also fan-favorites. Make them step up.
3) Medea cheers Aria up with good but mildly evil news.
4) Everything comes to a close and people return to their cabins.
5) Ceremony is over, but the lines at the showers are pretty crazy.
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>>2292893 B. C looks fun too, but increases Jill's favouritism problem and gets Jodi and Peggy more clothes, so I prefer B.
1 sounds good to me, as long as 3's in store for later.
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>>2292893 B
1 (who would have guessed ;)
3 for later.. e.g after (5)? Not sure about a propper timeline..
5 lets say some girls got a bit more curious about themselve and others, so they seize the moment to explore a bit more in privacy... IF they can get showercabins stay closed ofc ;)
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>>2292893 “Do you mind if I ask you girls a few questions?” I asked the sisters.
“Actually, we would mind,” Jodi answered. She was being pretty hostile. Peggy was shyly accepting everything.
While I hadn’t been there personally, I had it in very good authority that inside the tents we had made so the contestants could deal with the aftereffects of Medea’s lotion something interesting had happened between these two.
Andrea had been a huge success. People were interested again. Now that I had all their attention it was good time to bring the big guns out. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be hard to make something out of Peggy and Jodi’s newfound hobby.
“We just want our clothes and then to get out,” Jodi insisted. She was the one to beat if I wanted the sisters to play along.
“Sorry, I don’t think anyone heard you. Can you please talk into the microphone?” I got close to the sisters, got between them and using as a pretext that we somehow had to use the same smartphone all at the same time, we nearly cuddled.
“I said, we just want our clothes and then to get out. A set of underwear for each, please,” Jodi repeated, fuming.
“Sure! They’re your points after all! Just one tinesy, little, itty-bit of a little question and we’ll let you go,” I baby-talked and pleaded with Jodi. I had to play her just right or she could shut down and I was counting on her doing something interesting.
“Uuuugh!” Jodi sounded like I figured a dying cow would. “What??”
“No need to get mad! It’s just a little courtesy! You placed 34th place and your sister got 35th… we think. Anyways! You were on the last places of the race but if we use points alone you both came ahead of the second place, our very own Kitty-Cat!” I wasn’t giving up on changing Aria’s nickname. “Why do you think this is?”
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>>2293748 Jodi rolled her eyes. She was about to say something insulting to the people who voted for her, I just knew it. It didn’t matter, all that mattered is that she was willing to talk. Since that was done, I sneaked a hand behind Peggy and gave her a smack on her butt; it wasn’t anything perverse, it was like an encouragement, a signal. “Answer the question!” it could mean.
“It’s not the first time this happens,” Peggy started, interrupting Jodi who was starting to say: “They’re all just a bunch of perverts.” Peggy carried on: “When we… well, you already know, Jill. Remember when you were making out with Erika back at the first bonfire. Boys love this kind of stuff.”
“But we had a bunch of girls kissing other girls’… pussies!” I said. It was done. Peggy was set on defending her views. “How come only you guys had so much attention? You were hardly alone.”
“Yeah, how come?” one guy started and they kept going, goading Peggy. “Yeah, how come?”, “Hmm? Wonder why,”, “How come, Peggy? Or is that Jodi?” That could have been the end of it, they had embarrassed the poor girl too much, but that what Jodi was for.
“Because you people are sick! Sick in the head! You sick sickos! It’s because we’re sisters! We’re sisters and they love to watch us just because! They’re morons and they’re fucked up in the head! They still call us twins! ‘Twins! Twins!’ I’M ONE YEAR AND FOUR MONTHS OLDER! We’re not twins!”
I wished Jodi hadn’t yelled out that last part. Some people thinking they were twins was part of the appeal, and now it had been lost for the most part; there would still be guys who would hold for the fantasy and would be impossible to convince.
“Now, now; Jodi. Let’s not-” I tried to mediate.
“We’re the sick ones? You’re the one who screwed your own sister. What, four times?”
“Five times,” someone else added. Damn. I had to stop this.
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>>2293749 “I got the evidence if you don’t believe me. I’m going to ‘review’ it tonight! Hot shit!”
They were chewing Jodi alive and she was getting madder by the second.
“IT WAS FOUR TIMES ONLY!” she screeched, and I barely got the mic out of the way before she destroyed all of our eardrums. Saying ‘it was only four times only’ didn’t help her case much. I had to do something drastic to stop her from doing any more harm to herself. “IN FACT I WOULD SAY IT WAS ONLY TWICE BECAUSE EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED DURING THE RACE COUNTED AS- AHH! JILL!”
Once Jodi didn’t have my mic anymore, she yelled hard enough that I was sure her throat would be sore next morning. She was digging her own grave deeper and deeper, so I saved her by sneaking a finger below her. I acted quick, not even sure which hole I got because of the ribbon obscuring everything. It could be the one in front because it was so wet, but it was so tight that it could also be the backdoor. That said, Jodi got pretty upset of what I did and flinched, it could also be that. We couldn’t forget either that people got so insanely wet during the ropes that maybe some of it leaked elsewhere.
It was anyone’s guess. I wasn’t going to look. It would be improper if I didn’t look anywhere but Jodi’s face at this moment.
“Please abstain from fighting with the public, contestant!” I severely said. I wasn’t mad at her, I was protecting her.
“Please abstain from sticking your hands up my- AHHH!” I didn’t let her finish. I was kind of enjoying the mystery. Also, we couldn’t be too vulgar on stage, now could we? Not unless I had them be.
I pulled Jodi back to our little triangle we were making near my phone. “Be good and I’ll let go. Be bad and…” I let my fingers do the speaking for me.
“Ahh!” Jodi sweetly sang.
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>>2293751 “…and I’ll be good to you in turn,” I whispered to her ear and lightly bit at it. Jodi gulped. She had no illusions of being my physical superior.
“D-don’t… don’t… be… mean to my sister…” Peggy requested. She was afraid, but stood valiantly still. “L-leave her alone!”
I found it so cute and moving that Peggy was standing for her big sister. Of course I knew the sisters used to get into catfights like three times a day; yet now I had also heard they were very serious about trying to get along. Very, very serious.
I was going to let them off easy (not really, but I was free to say that to myself) but something about how Peggy was reacting rubbed me the wrong way. Or the right way. She was so cute standing up to me! I couldn’t help it.
“Peggy, hold my phone up like I’m holding it now,” I ordered her.
“L-let her go first!” she predictably asked me.
“AAhh!! Oooh! J-Jill!” I made Jodi sing. Yup, that was the vagina alright. The gig was up.
“Every time you don’t listen it gets worse for her,” I warned loud and clear so people could know what kind of game I was playing. I glanced around the area and there wasn’t a single disapproving face.
“Alright! Alright!” immediately agreeing, Peggy used both hands to hold my phone just the way I was doing it a few seconds ago. “Ahh! W-what is-?”
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what I wanted my other hand free for. Peggy had just found out.
“Odd question,” I started. “Do you prefer, you know; your vag; or the backdoor. I can do either and I don’t judge.”
“D-don’t you… aah! Jill, I’m serious; don’t you finger my sister!” Now it was Jodi defending her little sis. Adorable, these two.
“Would you rather do it yourself?” I proposed. “I swear I’ll take my hands off her if YOU do it.”
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>>2293752 “I… I’d prefer you do it than her…” Peggy innocently said, maybe forgetting she was holding my phone which was working as a microphone.
“P-Peggy! Don’t…” Jodi started saying, but she stopped when she heard her voice coming back from all the speakers.
“So, Peggy; front or back?” I asked again, putting on some pressure. No answer. “Back?”
After a few seconds; Peggy who was staring at her own toes like they were the most interesting thing in the world, slowly shook her head.
“Front, then?” I proposed instead. Peggy didn’t answer at all. Good enough for me! I moved my hand and grabbed Peggy’s nice butt. She flinched. My hand went lower and lower and…
“Get your hands off her!” Jodi said in a bad mood. She wasn’t willing to do anything about the hand I had on her, but after growling like she was angry with herself she jumped with both hands to her sister’s coochie.
“Ahh! J-Jodi!” Peggy cried. I kept my promise and started moving my hand down Peggy’s behind.
“T-there! Now leave her alone!” said Jodi. I didn’t know how, but it sounded to me like she thought she had somehow bested me or something. I smiled and carried on the interview.
“Alright, then! Now, where were we?” I said. We were in the middle of an interview before all of this.
We must have made an interesting sight. I was in the middle of them, facing the audience. I was dressed like a bunny and my panties were down to my knees. Topless. To my right was Jodi. I had one hand under her up her pussy, treating her well and whatever her attitude was saying, her body told me I was doing a fine job; her ribbon was coming looser all across her supple body and nobody seemed to care. To my left was Peggy. She was using both hands to hold my phone in front of all of us and was the only one completely naked. She had her eyes close and was mostly focusing on breathing; down her coochie, two hands were massaging her, belonging to her sister.
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>>2293753 It was a little different to what I had in mind not that that was any issue. “You guys are smoking hot,” I complimented, following up the fact that now I had one free hand. I took it to Peggy’s chest. “These are very nice. Pretty, round shape. Are they bigger than mine? They might just be… I’m so jealous. Oh! Sorry, I’m getting distracted!” as if. “You have to hand it to the sisters… these perky, pretty things. Ha! Ha! Look, the nip just went stiff. Do you like what I’m doing, Peggy?”
“Y-you told me you’d keep your hands off her if I…” Jodi protested. I didn’t know what she was mad about. Peggy was giving long sighs of pleasure all over; she was embarrassed as all hell but nothing that she couldn’t get over.
“Sorry! Sorry!” I backed down. “Ehem! Let’s carry on! I was trying you ask you, gals: do you have the hots for each other?”
Angry, Jodi tried to give an immediate response but she was so scandalized she lost her voice. Instead, it was Peggy who spoke. “I love… I love my sister and she loves me. W-we don’t care…”
“Phrasing, you moron! Phrasing!” Jodi interrupted. “We’ve all been drugged and you know it!” she yelled to me. It was surprising that despite it all she kept her hands on her sister’s coochie; and doing a fine job if Peggy’s sighs were anything to go for. “The thing at the ropes… we all… we all felt it, right?” the poor Jodi glanced all over the girl side of our loving audience (they were enjoying the show) looking for sympathy.
“But you started before that, didn’t you?” I reminded her. “Back before the climbing wall, right after the mud pits. Remember? You and your sister… oh, my! You guys went at it like you were pros!”
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>>2293754 “It wasn’t like that!” Jodi defended, but she had it written all over her face. She didn’t have a justification. “We were… it was just… we weren’t… it was a fight! F-for the ribbons! A-and payback because she had just betrayed me… a-and…!”
“T-that was my fault. Leave Jodi alone,” Peggy finally found her voice after being too busy moaning and being serviced.
“Oh, I have many more questions; and that was the easiest,” I warned them.
“Please, Jill. We just want our clothes. Let us… AHH! Let us go,” Jodi begged me, she didn’t even think of the possibility to fight me. “You can… you can do whatever you want to us later… in private,” she whispered to me but a few words here and there were still picked up by the mic. If Jodi noticed she didn’t show it. I couldn’t blame her, she was distracted.
While a threesome with the cute Fulk sisters sounded very nice to me, and even more so since I hadn’t have the chance to have my orgasm, I was in charge of an event before anything else. Besides, I had them in the position I wanted them from the beginning.
“Oh, don’t be so boring,” I falsely insinuated that I wanted to keep going. “You guys are crowd favorites. I have so much stuff to ask you.”
“J-Jill, come on…! W-we’re tired… ah! Don’t!” Jodi kept begging. She made very cute noises when my finger was servicing her.
“Alright, alright. I’ll cut you gals a break,” I didn’t think it was necessary to play anymore. “But you have to give the guys here a good show, alright?”
“I’m… I’m already… getting fingered, what else…?” Peggy wondered.
“They love to watch you guys kiss. What do you say? Make out? Then you’re free!”
“Bunch of perverts… all of them…” Peggy insulted them at the same time she slapped my phone away (careful, there!) so she could lean to kiss her sister.
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>>2293756 It was exciting to watch it up close. Both faces were so similar, very hard to tell apart from each other. Pretty blondes with wild manes running down their sweaty faces, cushioned lips crashing against each other repeatedly, eyes with long eyelashes closed shut and enjoying the moment; the sisters were no strangers or had any reluctance to play with their mouths.
The sounds of suckling and smooching kept getting amplified. The audience was in a silent trance, letting the noise of the sisters be the only thing happening. I found no resistance when I snuck a hand behind Peggy and started massaging the lower parts of her pussy; my fingers finding and cooperating with Jodi’s.
It was also a little frustrating to be watching those girls getting so much pleasure while my wet and hungry pussy was not even getting looked at. Jodi started rocking her hips from side to side, enjoying my fingers. Peggy was rubbing her tights together making the most of the three hands playing around her crotch.
I shouldn’t have, I really shouldn’t; but I could only take so much. I kissed Peggy’s cheek. She turned immediately and without opening her eyes or finding anything strange in what was going on, stuck her tongue inside my mouth. Without missing a beat, Jodi licked my neck, then my chin, then made it to my mouth and replaced her sister very easily and with no resistance. Peggy then played with my ears.
These sisters had some crazy coordination. Maybe I should have taken their offer earlier even if I risked disappointing everyone else.
*
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>>2293757 *
“And are you sure this is going to work?” I asked.
I was back at the cabin. After being exposed – again – in front of the whole camp, I had run away and had a good cry at Lisa’s bed – our bed, really –. Medea soon arrived. She asked me a bunch of questions about how I was feeling and what happened to me after I took her elixir and woke up.
Maybe to cheer me up, maybe not, but Medea had this interesting idea of a little mischief we could cause. We were witches, after all.
“I am not saying there is no possibility of side effects manifesting; I am saying that if they do happen, they will most likely be none of our concern,” Medea gave one of her cute and creepy smiles. I was right there with her, evilly grinning rights beside her.
“Will it be permanent?” I wondered, purring.
“Most likely not. Most likely,” Medea emphasized. “Tee, hee, hee!”
“Let’s do it!” Erika cheered, as excited as we were.
a) Jill loses control. Audience and the sisters don’t really mind.
b) Lines are the showers are getting downright frolic after the event comes to a close.
c) Medea begins preparations for a rather ambitious project. Even if you don’t pick this option, Medea will take care of it in the background.
d) The event ends, girls get showered in relative tranquility and everyone goes back to their cabins.
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sidreN
>>2293760 A - not a huge fan of Himideres, so finally a opprtunity to teach Jill "you reap what you sow" :]
C - Mischief? tell us more! :>
sidreN
>>2293868 picture fit the mood, but didn't really counts as /e/ so take another one
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>>2293760 A+C from me too.
Lavalamp
>>2293760 a + c
Also to note the characters pastebin is broken.
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>>2293760 We tried a three-pronged kiss but it didn’t work. I was at my limit, I told Peggy to leave my phone alone and use her hands for something useful. These girls had had tons and tons of fun all while me, the organizer of the whole thing, was still holding back because no one would finish me up properly. That was fucking enough of that.
People wanted to see Peggy and Jodi fuck; and I could make it happen just like that but screw it all! I would have them both to myself. They could watch if they wanted but that was it. I was not putting with it anymore.
I had always been mindful to not give my back to our public. I was careful that everything I said that was meant for them was clear and well enunciated; I had even made sure that I was keeping my arms in a way that showed my boobs better and to keep my back straight. I was done.
The first thing I did was closing my legs so my panties could finally slid down. I had kept them at knee height for long enough. I kicked them away so they wouldn’t get in the way. I wanted to be as naked as possible.
I was alternating between kissing Jodi and Peggy. I had a hand up each of them. Jodi was focusing her own hands on her sister in front of her and Peggy, after a while, I had convinced to deal with me although not in an ideal way.
Peggy was rubbing my butt and playing with my breasts. It didn’t exactly feel bad, but I was itching for way more. I couldn’t communicate that because my mouth was always busy. I didn’t want to take my hand out of either’s girls pussy so I had to work with what I had.
I guided Jodi with the now three fingers I had in her. Our hips touched, I did my best to turn her without messing with Peggy’s kiss. I got what I wanted and could start rubbing myself against Jodi’s thighs. If that was not a signal of what I wanted then I didn’t know what was.
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>>2294448 I thought that I would have to make due with Jodi’s legs because even with all I was signaling I was getting ignored, when she took mercy on me after a while. With one hand she kept at Peggy, who was giving excited little jumps and yelps and pushing her tongue all over the insides of my throat; with the other, I finally got what I wanted.
Jodi knew how to touch a girl. She probably had learned on her own but I had nothing about self-taught savants when it didn’t have anything to do with tennis. Jodi pushed my hips towards her and kept making me rub it out against all over her lower body, until she must have looked like a glazed dessert. That wasn’t all, of course. Jodi knew how to touch a girl: with two fingers she did something that not many can manage without being very, very careful and taking their time. I nearly came right then and there; she had unhooded half my clit!
Just the air brushing against that sensitive pink thinguie was nearly painful. Making contact with Jodi’s legs was about enough to bring it all to an end which I didn’t want yet. Jodi was taking it easy, teasing me more than anything else, making slow and tender touches and glances and caresses to my now incredibly touchy and receptive little pearl.
I was proud that while Jodi was doing this to me, I kept my work with both hands and kept Frenching Peggy with all I had. Jodi, who at first was afraid of me, was now giggling at the same time she was playing, watching me tremble and wince at everything she tried with my clit in that state.
“W-wait! N-not so hard!” I begged. In a fit of inspiration, Jodi had grabbed one of Peggy’s wrists which was currently making it to second base with me and lead it down. Peggy’s finger ticking me nearly made me jump and everyone must have noticed. “Give her Hell, Peggy,” Jodi ordered and Peggy nodded obediently.
I learned to be careful with what I wanted because I might just get it.
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>>2294449 The sisters stopped touching each other. They got my hands out of their pussies easily because I was too weak. I had Peggy in the front sucking my breasts, rubbing my clit and then had another impertinent finger making it into my butt. It felt amazing and that alone would have been more than enough.
But I also had Jodi behind me. She was molesting my pussy with no mercy or care. At the same time she was forcing a kiss on me keeping my head uncomfortably twisted and changing hands she was using often so she could rub my juices all over my body. I thought I was going to pass out.
Of course I had my orgasm. In like a second; that didn’t stop them at all. The whole thing was out of control and I couldn’t issue any order to any of the Panty Raiders. People kept cheering the sisters on thinking it was part of the show. They were basically torturing me, they had me trapped by all my most delicate areas, using me like a toy. I couldn’t do anything.
It was nice not being in control every now and then.
*
Potion brewing and curses were serious business. It occurred to me that perhaps magic didn’t truly exist, and we merely referred to ‘magic’ as anything which wielded results we didn’t so far understand. It was hard not to think that way, and the way Erika was speaking while we were busy assisting Medea made me think she was of similar mind.
Medea brought several notebooks worth of annotations; all of which she could hardly read because they were in a specially difficult code she admitted not to have invented on her own. This would make our little lead witch to work as the translator and taskmaster while Erika and I struggled to get the rest right.
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>>2294450 Heat four grams this thing for exactly eight minutes and four seconds at one hundred and thirteen Celsius – Celsius and grams, of all things! –; let this bathe under moonlight while you sing this intonation and Erika is holding your hands; stand in the middle of the circle and think of the most embarrassing thing you could think of – hardly a challenge –; breath this awful-smelling smoke for three minutes straight and when you feel something solid in your throat spit it out; and of course I was also tasked with getting spider legs. It would not be real witch stuff if we didn’t use spider legs.
Medea was a harsh mistress. She was the one theorizing as to the contents of our potion and the one performing most of the rituals and giving all the instructions, but she had enough free time to chastise me at every turn. “Aria! No! Those would be eight grams, I told you eight miligrams!”, “Aria, I am afraid that is almost ten seconds too many. Start over.” “Aria, stop torturing the spiders. Finish them fast.” “Aria, we have a very limited supply of manganese so be more careful.” “Aria! No! Erika! Stop her from inhaling that!”, “Aria, for the last time; stop knocking things over.”
Erika was faring much better. In my defense, she had much easier stuff tasked; like mincing ingredients, drawing stuff on the floor, mixing stuff when it was already measured and ‘keeping Aria out of trouble’ whatever that meant.
In the end, we didn’t actually use most of what we – I – made. Medea said it was experimentation, reference and refining. The actual elixir that we were about to use used at most four ingredients and no spider legs.
“Um… Medea?” I hated to be a party pooper, but something had been bothering me for a while.
“Yes, Aria?”
“Is this… did we make poison? That much mercury can’t be good for anyone. We don’t want to kill anyone. Right?” I gulped. Were we trying to kill someone?
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>>2294451 “Your Feral Power potion included mercury, as I recall. Mercury has properties that dramatically enhance transformation,” she explained.
“Then we used way too much!” I said out of context. I had not explained that if we had used too much mercury back then or this one time. I hoped Medea could grasp which one I was referring to.
“No. We definitely used far too much cat hair. The rest was perfectly balanced,” she did, surprisingly enough.
I sighed. That past was now long gone. It was no use thinking of what could have been.
“Zelda, can I dress back up?” Erika butted in and questioned. Before Medea even answered she was wearing her hard-earned clothes back again.
“Yes you may. I am afraid most rituals and curses work better if the caster is in the nude,” Medea apologetically explained again. I didn’t doubt it to be the case; when I thought witches, women dancing naked in a basement with circles drawn in goat blood and plenty of candles came to mind. Besides, Medea was doing as she had preached and was wearing nothing herself.
I wore my blouse back pondering on whether I should ask special permission from Jill to have Erika wear it every few days so I could keep her scent with me. Without anyone having to tell me, I put away everything back into Medea’s little ingredient box. It was running noticeably empty. Almost nothing remained. Medea must have noticed my actions; even though I was trying to be discreet.
“Please take your belongings back, Aria,” she calmly requested.
“I’m just using your box as a safe! I have nowhere else to put them,” the lie I told was likely; and I might have been even able to get away from it if not for my tail. I cursed at it; and maybe out of shame the damned thing stopped twitching and trashing, listening to me for once.
I had tried hiding my two hundred dollar bill inside the box with the rest of the stuff. As I recalled, Medea needed them far more than I did.
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>>2294452 “You already contributed your gold earring, which I graciously accepted,” she went on.
“Which I drank!” I reminded her. It went into the elixir I used earlier. “I don’t need money right now, a-and after what you…”
“Aria, don’t be rude,” Erika scolded me. “That anonymous donor bullshit is just going to piss someone off. You want to help someone? Offer it. They don’t want your help? Then you leave it alone. Got that? Giving charity just because is basically an insult.”
“Sorry…”
“The intention is deeply appreciated,” Medea cooed me, petting me behind the ears. I rested my head on her lap. Medea felt a lot taller than before for whatever reason, which made me remember something.
“Huh… hey; anyone’s got a mirror? I have to check something real quick,” I stressed.
Erika and Medea looked at each other worryingly. It had to be a big deal for me to get up while I was getting caressed.
a) Jill’s exhaustion catches up with her. A new master of ceremonies has to take over and the transition is honestly fairly disastrous.
b) After a short break, Jill is fine to keep giving the rest of the clothes. Ceremony ends.
c) With some assistance, Jill now directs girls back to the showers.
d) More crowd favorites take to the stage.
Meanwhile, in the not so distant future:
1) Aria quickly accepts her age reversal and starts tracking her objective.
2) Aria decides to get her hair back to the way it used to be.
3) Aria decides to keep her hair just the way it is now.
4) Aria decides to do something about the white tips. They will be back.
5) Kitty customization. Aria has enough hair and time to get any style you want her to. Reference material encouraged.
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>>2293869 It doesn't matter if it's not explicitly pornographic. The first image was good enough, honestly.
>>2293903 Whoops. Let me fix that.
Character list: 3pa11NwR
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>>2294453 A, Jill can use a break and I'm curious to how she'll react to finding out things didn't go according to plan.
1+3, I like Aria's hair as she is right now.
sidreN
>>2294453 A
1+3 for now,
5 maybe a hairtie later (after next evenings points), when they get in the way/are too distracting for agile activiies ;)
Lavalamp
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Huh. Just realized that because of daytime savings I posted an hour too early last time. Where I live it starts a week later. Why? Your guess is as good as mine.
>>2294734 For instance, that image still makes your vote count double. It is useful and can be used as reference later.
>>2294453 Jill was screaming like she was getting gutted. It was a kind of scream we all had heard before. We all had seen Jill do Melanie the first time; then the video she made and uploaded. I was jealous of that scream; it was something only someone who had completely let go and didn’t care what others thought could make.
After screaming, she went limp. That didn’t mean she fell or anything; the sisters had her propped up and were playing with the poor girl like it was their sex doll; Jill was done – or had been done for a while – and they didn’t care. They weren’t even doing those things to poor Jill out of being horny, it was more like that was the only way they knew how to get any kind of payback. I had to stop them.
As the Panty Raiders’ second in command, I had the authority to do anything Jill didn’t specifically told us not to. I was pretty sure stopping her this one time would be fine. I wasn’t great with crowds, not one of my strengths; on top of that I was nude.
“A-alright, folks! Show’s over!” I yelled into Jill’s phone, trying to use the same words and tone she did.
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>>2295552 No one listened, least of all the Fulk sisters. Jill was basically passed out, her eyes had gone white and were half-closed. The sister with no pubic hair and a ribbon on her body not covering anything anymore was holding Jill like this was a Wrestling match or something. The sister who arrived nude to the stage had knelt down and was… licking Jill’s pussy. I wouldn’t think there was anything wrong with that in normal circumstances, not something Jill would like me to butt in into; Jill wasn’t even reacting, that was the problem. I cleared my throat as hard as I could, twice, three and then four times. Some people finally paid some attention to me.
I didn’t know what to say, just knew I had to stop the sisters but no words came. It was elementary school talent show all over again and I was standing there, bare and stupid.
I had a trick to when I was embarrassed, it was to imagine the audience in their underwear. My dad told me about it. It was pretty hard to do right now; imaging underwear over most of the girls was taking a lot because their bits were showing already and were distracting. As for the boys, I wasn’t sure them being shirtless was an improvement when I wasn’t wearing anything other than my Panty helmet; it was actually scarier.
“Lise, say something!” Natty ordered me as if this was the easiest thing in the world.
Jill needed me, though. Natty was right, as useless as she was being standing pretty not even having the decency to step up so people could look at her massive tits and get distracted so I could concentrate.
“That’s enough!” I said, grabbing the girl using her mouth on Jill and pulling as hard as I could. I couldn’t think of what else to do. “S-someone, help me!”
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>>2295553 I was on the short side. Other than that Medea girl I doubted there was anyone shorter than me at camp. Kind of not my fault, I was about the youngest girl here other than Laurie. Because of this, pulling the licking sister apart was not possible. She was too heavy for me.
I considered – for a second, just a second – to stick my fingers up her just like I had seen many others do during the race to immobilize people. Would I dare? I wanted to help Jill… but touching other girls?
The deal I made with Jill was clear: I would do anything she wanted, I would appear naked in public, I would help her get the clothes of everyone in camp, I would never disobey – I actually did disobey often, but it was in Jill’s best interest – and in exchange I asked one thing: I didn’t have to touch anyone, and no one had permission to touch me. That was it. She would protect me.
Now it was Jill who needed protection, and the way to do so was touching someone else. A girl.
“Leave her alone already! She’s passed out!” I couldn’t do it. It was too icky. Watching was fine, but touching…
I had no choice. I ordered the Panty Raiders to rescue Jill. I didn’t want to make a scene, Jill would have hated it but it was my job to be the party pooper so no one got hurt. It wasn’t actually that hard to pry the sisters off; but the audience sure didn’t make it any easier. I was mostly disappointed in the boys; they wanted the sisters to go on even if that meant they were to use Jill’s limp body. Didn’t they care even a little bit? After all she had done for them?
We carried Jill backstage. She was sweating like she had a fever; body was too warm as well. There was no mistake she was breathing; we could all hear her panting like she had gone eight sets against Juniper. Jill looked dashing even in that state. Her cheeks were flushed red and so were her lips. Her red hair, usually in a ponytail, was a mess and it looked all the better for it.
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>>2295554 I sat to her side. “Jill? Jill? Can you hear me?” I brushed her hair, trying to wake her up gently. It took me three tries. Girls around me where shouting at me to shake her or slap her, but I couldn’t bring myself to; I didn’t allow anyone else to do it, either.
“I really needed that,” Jill smiled. She didn’t open her eyes or try to get up. She sounded groggy and at least half asleep. “Those sisters… that’s some coordination,” she slurred every word.
I had Melanie grab me a bunch of clothes and we made Jill the closest we could to a mattress with sheets and a pillow. “Let her sleep,” was my order about it.
All of sudden I was in charge; but the thing is that I would screw up Jill’s event; big audiences were not my calling; at least not without wearing at least panties; and not over my head. I thought long and hard about it, and decided the master of ceremonies would be:
a) Kathy: She loooooves punishments.
b) Melanie: Not a good leader. Clothes get stolen; Jill has a lot of work tomorrow.
c) Natty: Finishes the event right there and then.
d) Lise: Manages to embarrass herself.
e) Andrea: What contest? It’s all about her.
f) Janelle: Get in line! Take your clothes and go. And you better not start any trouble.
g) Ruth: Tries to imitate Jill, fails miserably.
h) Sue: Attempts petty revenge on Carmen.
i) Diane: Gets punished somehow.
*
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>>2295555 *
Erika had a mirror attached on her makeup train case; she had interesting tastes although not a very wide color variety. I deemed the mirror too small and Medea offered me the one we had over the sink at the bathroom. It was ugly to say the least, and the corners were stained by little brown and green dots; but it was big enough for my purposes.
I had already noticed, I would have to be in a vegetative state not to. What stood out the most was my hair, obviously. Not that anyone would get alarmed by anything odd happened with me anymore unless it was incredibly outlandish, there were no worries there.
My hair was still straight at the very least. It was thin, incredibly thick and kind of fluffy. It was soft to the touch and it smelled right for the most part; it still needed some work done that I would take care of as soon as I could.
The length increase alone was incredible. Now it reached all the way down to my breasts. If I placed it just right and I didn’t move, I could use it to cover my shame, which would sadly come in handy sooner rather than later. In all my life, I had never allowed my hair to grow past a certain point. There was no real reason for it. None that I would like to admit, anyway. I would look too much like that one photograph and I may make dad sad.
My hair was one thing; but my face was also completely different from what I remembered. That was still me, no doubt about it; but… that was me from some time ago. An eternity ago. It was odd. I recognized the face, but I also knew it wasn’t quite mine. It was hard to point it out. What was off? The hair was obscuring plenty, but even when I moved it to the side and held it with my hands – which made me realize just how much hair I had; it wouldn’t fit between my two hands –, the face was strange and all too familiar at the same time: the nose was too small, the eyes were too a tad too big, the cheeks were fuller and pinker.
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>>2295556 I had been called cute in my life before. I knew to be good-looking; but now I knew what they meant; I was cute as could be. I smiled to the mirror and the charming face on the other side returned the smile. I checked different angles, flipping my head all over.
“You like what you see, huh?” Erika attempted to tease me. She was holding the mirror for me.
I gave my most captivating giggle in response; not to her but to the mirror, trying to see how it looked. Not bad.
There was one thing; one thing that worried me. There was no way; absolutely no way anymore that I would pass for being eighteen. I didn’t know what age I looked now, but it wasn’t eighteen, not even close. I meowed at the mirror. Cute little rascal, the girl on the other side of it. She smiled one last time, and winked.
“The bomb will start losing strength after two hours. Let us hurry,” Medea reminded me. She didn’t sound worried. It wasn’t that pressing; I would easily follow the stench we had to follow without an issue.
“Alright, let’s go. This shit can’t go to waste. I can’t wait!” Erika enthused, giving little jumps and looking uncharacteristically feminine.
Medea insisted we went to the cabin in question to get some reference material. I told her it was perfectly fine, I would find my objective without any need of it. Erika backed me up, I didn’t have to pollute my nose more than necessary.
We went to the last known location and decided to start from there. I had terrible, awful memories about that place. The fear of death had encroached me back then; it had been a long time since I felt so much dread and misery. Thankfully everything turned out to be fine and Erika was by my side, in perfectly good health.
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>>2295557 Tracking was not as easy as I hoped or expected, at least not by scent alone. There were some obvious marks that this place had human activity, tracks we could follow and rather… bloody indications. Out target was an efficient, if unnecessarily untidy killer.
Once my nostrils obtained the slightest hint of a distant smoke, my job was done.
*
Tasted like crap. Swear to fucking God; salt is the one thing you gotta bring when you’re out there.
I burped into the night sky, pretty thing it was, angry at my dinner. It wasn’t the fucking rabbit’s fault it tasted like crap; the little shit had already done enough, dying for me and all. Had to remember. This was Erika’s fault.
Didn’t have salt, didn’t have shelter, didn’t have a shitter, didn’t have a fucking idea how to get back home. All because of fucking Erika the snitch. Should’ve killed her’s what I should’ve done. Strangle the bitch and bail out of camp before they found the body. Maybe throw her into the water, let the river take care of hiding the evidence for me. They’d’ve found her a week later downstream, figured she drowned.
There was a manhunt with my name written all over it, I just knew it. They’d’ve checked my room, first thing they’d do. They’d found the pictures and the clothes. If Erika hadn’t told everyone that I tried to rape her or some shit – which was fucking bull! I didn’t lay a fucking hand on her but that’s bitches for you – the pictures alone would give me five to eight years easy.
I took another bite at the haunch. Tasted like crap. That other bitch, Carmen; now, she had called the cops on me. I’ve never been the sort to hate them folks based on skin color or whatnot, but after that day it would’ve been a lie that I didn’t understand a little of what Pops was on about. How many had they sent after me? Five? Ten? How long until they give up? Another week?
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>>2295558 “Fuckin’ rabbit! Salt! Salt’s what you need!” I yelled to the haunch I had on my hand, mad at it. It wasn’t the rabbit’s fault but I had to yell at something.
“How’s it going, Duke?”
“H-hell!”
Heard some little voice behind me. Nearly shat myself I did. I jumped to my feet and grabbed my knife, that was no cop’s voice I’ve ever heard; that was a little girl’s voice. In the middle of fucking nowhere; well, that was it for ol’ Duke. Some sinister shit that was; at least I was going to go down swinging.
“The fuck are you? Where are you?” I yelled at it. Come get me, you fucking ghost of whatever you are. We’ll see if you bleed.
“Meow!”
It was the voice, now sounded like an animal. Above. I looked up. Some red thing was falling to me, a balloon?
1) The balloon hits Duke square on the face.
2) Duke dodges at the last moment. Duke has been rejected. There will be other chances.
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>>2295562 D or G, I'm interested in seeing how the Jill-style approach fares without the skills needed to back it up.
I'm... actually not sure about the Duke option. He seems like too much of a dullard brute to be anything other than an antagonizing force, but on the other hand there aren't that many guys Aria's familiar with and it looks like you think you could manage Duke being the target.
Even still, I think I'm leaning towards 2, when it comes down to it I feel like a lot of other guys at camp would be better targets, if less personal.
Lavalamp
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>>2295562 a or c
1 - if this was made with Duke in mind, using it in anyone else seems likely to be cruel
sidreN
>>2295562 b) so we got the next sideplot for the next day.
1) im really not sure, if the bomb really is what i think it is, duke really doesn't deserves this gift.. on the flipside, who else but duke (the ONE JACKASS in CAMP) deserves the fallout of this lifechanger with all later consequences.
There are other guys in camp, who would even dream of this happening to them, but forceing it on duke seems also satisfying..
(searched 2days on the net, couldn't find a single good picture of someone getting hit in the face, be it a waterballon, a snowball, even tried looking for volleyballs... no satisfying pictures u_u )
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>>2295562 d
1/2
On one hand, it'd probably be really satisfying to see this happen to him. On the other... I imagine some other targets would have very... interesting reactions. I honestly am completely torn on it. I do want to see it used, but I'm not sure about who on
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>>2296323 Oh, we have plenty ready for tomorrow alright.
>>2295562 …and decided the master of ceremonies would be:
No other than me.
It could be no one else. I was in charge, it was my responsibility. I could push it into someone else if I wanted and see it all end in a disaster and tell Jill that there was no helping it. How could I let that happen?
It shouldn’t be that hard. I would just read the lists we have and the girls could get their clothes they wanted. Now instead of just making notes I would also be saying names aloud.
No. Jill would hate that. Even if she didn’t tell me when she woke up, she would be disappointed. She was always so careful and so… bombastic when she did stuff. She was sure everyone was having a great time; at least the people watching. She was a professional player, after all.
I couldn’t do it as well as her, but I had to do something so it wasn’t a wash.
“C-change of plan, girls!” I told the Panty Raiders. “Um… we’re going to need more people. Get all the off-duty girls from the crowd. Um… you do it, Ruth. I’ll… I’ll fill in for Jill.”
“Are you sure; I don’t think…” Melanie started. She was supposed to be off duty tonight but she was about as loyal as they come.
“No, no. Someone has to,” I couldn’t help sounding scared. “W-we… we are over half-ways done, right? Freaking Fulk sisters…”
Jill was already running on fumes. They had pushed the poor girl over the edge. Jill could rest now, I was taking charge and making everything alright. I huffed and puffed, psyching myself up. I even chanted a little to myself “I can do this, no biggie, no prob, this is cake. Ooooh, yeah! I am going to nail this…”
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>>2296420 I was quite aware my face was brightly colored red as I stepped up to the stage, with Jill’s phone in hand. Everyone was whispering or talking, the sisters who were back on their side of the audience were the center of attention. That privilege became mine when I mechanically gave step after step to the middle of it all. Everyone went silent. It was eerie.
“S-sorry about the in-interlude, f-folks!” I said, trying my hardest to smile, also extremely aware I was being the focus of all eyes and that while only less than half the stares of people looking at me were going up to my chest, the rest of them were going below, to my…
I was manually breathing, if I didn’t do it I would pass out just like Jill. I didn’t have any thought to spare to speak and the silence just sat there.
No one said a thing, they just let me stand there, completely naked. My eyes went watery and the temptation to run backstage was huge; yet I didn’t even knew if I could run anymore. I heard someone in the audience cough. They weren’t prompting me or anything, they were really coughing. I nervously laughed “U-uhmmm…” I began.
A sound startled me. It came from my microphone, Jill’s phone. It was a little beeping noise, a message. I checked instinctively, not knowing what I hoped.
“Dont worry ill help you!” was all the message said. The sender was Kathy; of course Jill had the name of that contact.
I looked back. Poking her head out was her, the sender, she gave me a thumbs up. I heard another beeping noise, I checked.
“Im in the speaker, gonna put some music ”
How would that help? The music still started a second after I was done reading. I recognized the song. I had not been there in person but had seen the video of Medea dancing to it at the bonfire. She was amazing back then. Would Kathy mean that I…?
And as I was thinking that there was another beep in the phone. “Dont just stand there! Dance you moron!”
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>>2296421 I was beyond thinking things over. Trying to remember the moves Medea had done, and moving my lips saying mutely ‘watermelon’ over and over – the version Kathy was playing had a singer – I did what I could.
I was not sure what I expected. I wasn’t nearly as good as Medea and only started dancing because I panicked, but it was too far to give it up now. When I forgot what Medea had done – pretty often, I had only seen the video like three times – I made up my own steps or stood there like an idiot. My face never stopped being red, and the audience never started clapping or anything.
Everyone kept staring, the only difference was that everything that could bounce on me was bouncing alright. Dancing naked to cutesy Japanese songs was just not all it was hyped up to be.
It took a minute. A literal minute, but it happened. People started laughing at how stupid I was being. First the girls, then the boys and then… behind me. I heard her; Kathy too. Wasn’t this her idea? That bitch!
I didn’t know what else to do so just kept it going. I was dying of shame and it was still better that just standing there doing nothing.
1) Kathy keeps playing poor Lise like a fiddle.
2) Lise manages to direct the girls to the showers.
3) Lise can’t take it and resigns, running away. Someone takes her place (can vote with last options)
4) Jill wakes up and barely manages to make the wrap things up.
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Square on the face! I got him! I hit Duke with our carefully crafted bomb. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing; having hurled something at him and watching it explode right in his stupid Neanderthal kisser would never not have been funny. Erika very much agreed as I could hear to my left after I landed from my advantageous bombarding position. It was a nice change since last time Erika had seen me jump from so high up she had ended up crying.
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>>2296422 “Grahh!” Duke growled, and started spitting in a fury.
So I even managed to get some of the stuff inside his mouth? Was that a good thing of a bad thing? Whatever the case, the ugly gorilla recovered fast and wiped his detestable mug with a forearm, noticing us all three for the first time as we came out of our hiding places.
“YOU!” he roared at Erika, gritting his teeth.
It was fine. There was no danger. Erika wasn’t alone this time. Medea could easily subdue the giant if needed… not that he was going to be a giant for long.
“What’d it taste like?” Erika retorted, making a pause from her laughter to breath and speak. There was no tinge of worry on her voice, either. She must also be aware we were in no danger.
“Better than the shit I was eating,” Duke ominously grinned. He regained his composure rather quickly. He wiped his face again. “Oh, am I glad to see ya!” he grinned at Erika.
Then is when I noticed that he hadn’t calmed down. Quite on the contrary, rage was seething out of every pore of his being. I could smell it and feel it. I wouldn’t have doubted than in a few seconds he could have jumped Erika.
“AAAAAHH! SHIIIT! AAAGHH!” he cried.
Duke had no such chance. Medea had already told us what to expect, so we were not too alarmed. The bastard fell to his knees where he belonged. His whole body started smoking.
“A tad more for accuracy’s sake,” Medea calmly stated while carelessly approaching him and sprinkled a white liquid on Duke, who was wriggling on the ground like a dying worm, to my delight.
The liquid was called ‘Essence of Femininity’. Medea had nearly a bucket worth of the stuff. I was already warned about touching it or smelling it. I was told ‘it would greatly inconvenience me should I’.
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>>2296423 The liquid was called ‘Essence of Femininity’. Medea had nearly a bucket worth of the stuff. I was already warned about touching it or smelling it. I was told ‘it would greatly inconvenience me should I’.
Duke howled, struggling to crawl to his feet. His ugly muscles bulged and went red, like a balloon about to burst; then they contracted and shrunk. He collapsed again, this time on his belly, or what used to be a belly. Duke was literally shrinking by the second, and noxious fumes that I had no intention to inhale left his body at absurdly impressive volumes. Duke was like a steam engine.
The writhing resumed.
“Hey. This uh… you sure this won’t kill him, right?” Erika wondered. I started to ask myself the same question. I didn’t particularly care if Duke happened to die, but being the direct cause of it would scar me for life.
“It is unlikely,” Medea told us, “yet not impossible,” she added. “I am keeping a watchful eye on our little test subject. Should he need it, I am willing to share some of my blood to save him.”
“You’ll be doing more than sharing SOME of your blood!” Duke bellowed. “What was that? A-acid… I’ll… I’ll show ya! I’ll show ya’ll fuckin’ bitches!”
His voice had gone a few octaves higher; I did not recognize it at all from his old one. The ugly rough beard he had recently grown had fallen off his face and to say he had lost half his bodyweight would have been an understatement. He was still changing, but the steam evaporating from his body had slowed down considerably.
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>>2296426 “He is going a complete restructure and transformation and yet… his pain tolerance is astonishing,” Medea praised him, squatting near him. I wanted to warn her that even though she was wearing a dress she wasn’t using any underwear. “If those are the appropriate pronouns to use anymore,” she joked in good mood. There was a good reason to be in a good mood, Duke did not look to be in any sort of mortal danger. I decided against warning Medea about all she was showing. Duke didn’t even seem to notice anyway.
Duke stood up with the clumsiness of a newborn foal. His jeans fell down, as he had lost what had to be most of his mass. I shrieked and averted my sight, covering my face with my hands, not having any desire to look what was under the brute’s pants. Thankfully, his white t-shirt was enough to cover his whole body; he had also lost height along with his width. The spectacle was too fascinating to look away, I kept watching him between my fingers and just hoped his T-shirt would hold.
“Raaaah!” Duke roared. If that was Duke anymore. I doubted his own mother would recognize him.
Stumbling forward, Duke raised an arm that was not even half as thick as it used to be and made a fist, with a clear intention to use it.
“You already promised. You’re not going to get in the middle of it,” Erika warned us. “Duke’s all mine,” she smirked with satisfaction.
Yes, we had promised that if it worked – and it looked like it worked – Erika could have this. I still did not like how Duke hurtled and punched Erika. He aimed for the face but his arm felt short; he must have calculated the distance wrong. It was still a well-thrown and fast punch, commendable everything considered. Duke’s fist impacted Erika’s shoulder.
Erika gave just one single step back, I could tell it hurt, and yet the smirk never left her face. She spoke with as much satisfaction as I had ever seen her muster:
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>>2296428 “You hit like a girl,” she mocked and prepared to throw a punch of her own.
a) Duke looks as if his last chromosomal pair had suddenly grown a leg. The change is still extremely significant but Duke is still relatively tall and well-built.
b) The change is even deeper. Duke is even shorter than a female version of him should be. His muscle mass has completely reset and he only has about the average build. While he has lost his muscle, Duke’s pectoral area is still quite impressive.
c) Huh. Something went wrong. Or too well? Whatever the cause, Duke is going to have to learn what it is to be weak and small.
Anything you want to say about the new appearance is welcome.
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>>2296429 1, this can keep going more wrong and it'll just be more right. Lise just awkwardly dancing naked is gold.
B, we'll want Duke to not be able to muscle his way around since he's presumably pretty cheesed, but we don't need to go full loli for that. Perhaps if he can't rely on muscle anymore he'll have to start thinking about his problems?
Anonymous
>>2296429 1C
Cute makes right
sidreN
>>2296429 1
Somewhere between B & C, so there is no way in hell she can keep up his old routine of working through problems with STR.
As for explainations: the essence pretty much purged every existing Y-Cromoson out oft her body, which results in Duke inheriting only her (probably cute and small, but still somewhat hot, maybe a bit clumsy) Mothers defining features. It would even make sense to change her hair due to this to brunette, leaving Nobody at camp recognising her anymore as former Duke.
last but not least: shouldn't the drenched shirt be considerd Toxic waste by now? (meaning in terms of clothes starting at zero like every other girl)?
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>>2296495 Just to clarify, do you want to use that picture as a reference? Next part includes a description of the new girl, hence the question. That picture is definitely a B. Pictures of expectations of looks are quite welcome.
We have a color changing scheme. Noted. Anything else? That goes for everyone. Weight? Measurements? Hair length? New name suggesteions? (Aside from Duchess).
Didn't want to ask too many questions during one part.
Oh, also. For STR as conventionally understood; we divide it in three in the story: Lifting (KG), Impact (Upper Body) (KNW) and Grip (KG/hand surface). Duke mostly used Lifting, which is used for most conventional feats and checks.
>>2296443 Yup, you figured it out. That's the reason first came 1, 2, 3 and then A, B, C.
Athletic
Boobs
Cute
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>>2296528 just not too sure about it, leaning more towards C than B.. lets say picture as reference without the breasts ;)
> Didn't want to ask too many questions during one part. just had a few ideas and tend to overthink them too much when not commited to them, so i just posted them staight away
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>>2296426 >'Essence of Femininity' >Medea had nearly a bucketload of the stuff good lord
[spoiler:lit]gender bender is my fetish[/spoiler:lit]
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>>2296495 >>2296528 While breasts as seen in that image are definitely excessive, I do still think I'd prefer average or just above average to flat-chested. The rest of Duke leaning towards cute sounds good to me, as long as it stays on this side of full loli (this is meant to turn Duke into a girl, not a child, after all).
As for the name, what better option than Lady? Same nobility etymology, but very on the nose.
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>>2296559 I'm this anon
>>2296443 and I have to say while I completely support making Duke completely and utterly adorable, I'm also not leaning toward entirely flat.
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I'm not sure which are votes and which aren't but it doesn't matter. This much activity warrants part to be released now.
>>2296429 Worse than the laughs from the front coming from people watching, worse than Kathy’s stupid plan, was the rest of the Panty Raiders. I knew they meant well but that only made it worse.
“I think… I think they like it!” that was Melanie.
“Good job! Keep it up! Keep it up!” that was Ruth.
“Jill’s going to wake up in no time. You just have to keep going put until then!” no, Jill was not going to wake up, Natty.
I was getting pressure from all sides and didn’t know what else to do but keep dancing. The most embarrassing moment was not when I had to do that stupid pogo-stick one-legged jump backwards and I almost tripped – with my legs wide open, no less –, or when I did the cutesy jumps bent over and moved my hands like I belonged to the special Ed classroom. By far what was even worse than having to do all that stuff was when I ran out of stuff to do.
The song had to come to an end. What then? I stood there, frozen and smiling so hard my face hurt, now even redder that at the start because there was the exercise on top of the embarrassment. When I was about to turn and run away, something else started.
It was some tribal music, being sung by a deep, male voice. I didn’t understand a word they were saying “Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena que tu cuerpo es pa’darle alegría cosa buena…”
“Oh, the Macarena!” someone said. I remembered having heard that word before.
“Yup, do the Macarena!”
“Lise, what’s wrong? Do the Macarena! Don’t you know it?” that was Felicia. What the hell was the Macarena?? What were these people on about?
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>>2296610 Some people on the audience started doing a weird dance moving their arms around a lot, ducking and then jumping. I panicked and started to copy them. It was the right thing to do or so I thought because people who were dancing seemed to like it. People who weren’t dancing started to, copying the rest of us.
In the dance, you had to turn and do weird stuff, I did it the best I could and even started singing as I could “Err… da-daleeh cusua, very bueno! EH! MACARENA! AAAH!” I was not the only one singing, but because I was the only one with the phone connected with Bluetooth to the speakers, I was the only one really getting heard. How well that was going? Well, Kathy couldn’t stand anymore and she was laughing so hard that when the song made me jump to the side, I could see her on the floor holding her sides. She looked in pain.
I was in another kind of pain, not any less real. I also wanted on Kathy a whole different kind of pain and the only thing keeping me sane was imagining her getting it.
The song ended too, it lasted for way too long. I was about being angry enough to forget my stage fright and tell everyone to get their clothes and get the hell out of my sight when a screech made me reach for my ears to shield them from the sound of some rough static.
It was coming from the speakers. Kathy’s voice then started coming from them. She must have just connected. “And now for a little Q&A!” she said. “Jill gained the right to be listened by all of us the second she went in front of everyone to describe how she had sex with the werecat! I think Lise has to do the same! How about you?”
“Now, you little…” I put my mic down because I didn’t want people to hear me use bad words but was silenced by everyone agreeing with Kathy, who was now just plain bullying me, or trolling me or something.
“She had her first experience with Jill just last night!” Kathy lied, to incredible effect of voices and shouts.
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>>2296611 “I did not!” I yelled. I was a virgin. The embarrassment returned just when I thought I was over it, all because of the commotion.
It was too late. Everyone had heard it and even I didn’t think I could convince them of anything else. The started asking very… awful questions, all at the same time. I froze again. Kathy came from behind backstage and I had to remember that it would end badly for me if jumped her. I still glared at her with as much hate as I could.
The rest of the Panty Raiders were organizing something although I was not the one who ordered it. They made a line of people who would start to ask questions, I guessed. Kathy stood behind me and put her sleazy arm over my shoulders. “Play along, they’ll have fun and we’ll tell the truth later. Just make stuff up! They’ll like it, they’ll shut up and we close this thing,” she told me.
a) Lise tries to play along the best she can.
b) Lise refuses to play along at all costs.
c) Lise has had enough and challenges Kathy.
d) Lise manages ‘an Aria’ and passes out from shame.
e) Jill wakes up. She can’t stand, but from backstage she is given a mic and she describes a fake encounter with Lise to the poor girl’s horror.
*
Erika was about to hit Duke… or what used to be Duke. It was getting smaller literally every second. It was Erika’s height by the time it threw the punch, then all of sudden Erika towered over… it; and then Duke was barely taller than I was; easy comparison since I wasn’t far from Erika.
Everything shrunk. Everything. The arms became like twigs when compared to the older ones. The skin cleared and became fairer. The most impressive thing was on the head. Duke had always been hideous; he had always had the looks of the missing link between humanity and primates; with his stupid squared jaw and flat, big nose; or his stupid, little eyes. This head, this ugly head; it was completely different, like it had morphed species.
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>>2296612 The head had shrunk but the amount of hair in Duke’s head was the one thing that didn’t change. It became longer and more abundant in comparison when paired to the smaller proportions; it was also growing darker and from the ugly shade of dirty blonde Duke spouted, it went to a medium brown; something between chestnut and sandy brown.
The eyes hadn’t shrunk either; and I wasn’t sure they hadn’t actually grown. Duke’s dimwitted looks improved a lot when it had eyes making it look like a rational, thinking thing.
I thought I had readied myself for the possibility, but I wasn’t. I wasn’t saying it out loud, I wasn’t admitting it, I wasn’t even thinking it. I couldn’t acknowledge that this… this thing was… not ugly at all. But that would make Duke… No! I wouldn’t ever think that about him. If I thought anything about the looks of this thing, it was because in no way it could be Duke to begin with; and it was… cute.
It… she – because what else could it be? That was a she! – had pretty, clear eyes with long eyelashes and the flat nose that looked horrible on Duke was plain suitable now in a much smaller dimension. What used to be Duke’s shirt couldn’t fit this new… girl. The hole the former giant had used to stick his ugly head out of was now way too big for this newcomer. The hole made it all the way from her neck to one side of her shoulder; like a child wearing their parent’s clothes.
Not that this was a child. This… girl couldn’t be all that much younger than Lisa or Carmen, even if this girl’s factions were not nearly as voluptuous. I couldn’t tell because the shirt still covered her like it was an ugly dress, but her breasts looked marginally bigger than mine, even on its old size – let’s not forget that I also used to be bigger –. I had no idea about her hips because of the gigantic cloth covering her.
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>>2296613 She had an expression of hatred and kept looking up to Erika with extreme prejudice. It was like Heaven and Earth the difference from before. What was a murderous stare of a dangerous criminal was now the disgruntled gaze of a beauty, sort of making me want to apologize to her for however I had wronged her. Erika, as well, had changed quite dramatically the way she looked at her opponent. From hatred to pleasure, and then pity and… remorse? Erika undid her fist, loosening her fingers which once again rested to her side.
“Kid, you’re not even worth it,” Erika said. I didn’t disagree with her choice. If someone as tall and powerful as Erika were to hit this poor, little thing, it would be plain abuse.
“I just missed just you wait and…!” this girl spoke with an unmistakably feminine voice. “Is that… was that…? E-EHEM… EHEHEHEEEEM!”
She cleared her throat as strongly as she could. Then spoke again:
“W-wait!” she said, comically deepening her voice in purpose. She glanced at Erika’s face, and for the first time I read found it odd that she had to bend her head upwards to even face my friend. “This is… wait! Uh, uh… uh…!”
She nervously and for the first time took a quick look at herself. She looked at her hands and turned them over and over, then ran them across her arms until she made it to the shoulders. “W-what the f-” she was about to swear but stopped when in surprise she grabbed her own breasts above the shirt, showing us all their pretty shape as she cupped them. Yup, she had them bigger than me. Not that I minded.
She touched her arms once more, hyperventilating; then, slowly and with terror written all over her face she slowly made her hands make below where her hips should be placed. An exaggerated expression of surprise flashed across her face the second she made contact with her own body, her crotch, she kept patting as if looking for something.
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>>2296614 “M-M-M-MY DICK!!” she said, upsetting me. “MY GAINS!” she blabbered going to her arms again. She turned to us. “W-what is…? T-two things! I have two things in this piece of shit world a-and… this isn’t… ha, ha, ha, ha…” she began to laugh. “HA, HA, HA, HA!” first quietly and then stridently. “IT’S A DREAM, THIS IS A DREAM!”
She collapsed backwards and kept laughing with her eyes wide open.
1) Leave Duke to her own devices. We’ll hear of her soon enough.
2) Erika messes with Duke by revealing a few truths and watching her react.
3) Duke takes this very badly. She’s taken back to the cabins before she does something stupid.
4) Medea is quite curious about her new test subject. She must investigate thoroughly.
5) The shock causes amnesia.
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>>2296616 A has serious potential, especially with Lise panicking. She might go overboard and make up more lies to cover up holes in the story she's spinning.
4, this is a valuable learning experience, and if we're gonna do something like this to Duke then we aren't leaving her alone yet.
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>>2296616 E
2/4
The new cute girl needs to be teased. Good lord, between the embarrassment, the catgirl, yuri, and now GB, this quest is ticking all my boxes
Plant
Damn, I remember the whole atmosphere thing back in the ENF thread. Good times.
>>2296616 C Is going to back fire so much
24 We're not done with Duke(?) yet
sidreN
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>>2296616 d) just for having this move known by all as 'an Aria' xD
Also if I'd have to wait any time longer and am forced to watch my oppressors humiliate themselves, instead of finally scoring my points for the clothes I earned, I'd slowly start to Riot ;)
really hard choice now..
1 would give her time, realizing her new situation and calming things down to a more civil level, but on the other hand leaving a weak girl possibly hours to her own devices in the woods? I don't think they would be that cruel, even as Duke would have deserved this.
5) would resolve this waaay to quick and painless. Hard No from me
3) would be reasonable, but a bit too fast in terms of progression. They have no reason yet to help her.
Would vote 2+4, with the option of 3 added a bit later.
Really nice development so far :3
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And today my country implements daytime savings, a week late as I understand. What time is it supposed to be? I'm not going to figure it out. Here's the part. It was due today anyway.
>>2296715 Welcome back! It's been a while.
Also, now we have a foul-mouthed brunette with a weird accent. Fits image quite well.
>>2296616 Medea giggled, I had not seen her this happy since she got that horrible call. “It… it worked!” she celebrated. The last of the steam that was exiting what had been Duke stopped and it was clear that what Medea told us would happen, had happened. “It was… perfect! I did it! I… theorized the results of the mixture, adjusted to expected bodyweight, prepared the ingredients and it worked perfectly!”
“You sure perfectly?” Erika interrupted Medea praising herself. “Pretty sure you told us it would become a girl version of Duke. Now, I don’t know if you took a careful look at the bastard before; but this little thing looks nothing like him. Not even the hair color.”
“Oh, when making such a deep transformative restructuration that no doubt altered even genetics, of course a few wires are bound to cross,” Medea dismissed. “I suppose it is possible our test subject obtained traits alien to his genealogy considering the wide array of the nature of the donors for the potion’s main ingredient; among many other possibilities,” Medea was having a grand time. I could tell.
“Maybe too much Essence of Femininity?” I mused; I was a witch by all rights after all. “She looks so… feminine.”
“Yes, perhaps,” Medea conceded the point. “The amount of mercury was perfect, however. Incredibly well-purified, if I say so myself. A-and no side effects as far as we can see! I must… I must make some notes, make sure not to leave any detail out.”
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>>2296948 Poor Medea. She must have been very used to her potions botching if having one successful results made her behave this way. Not that I wasn’t grateful for all the gifts she had given me even accounting for her mistakes and side-effects.
“Did you just call Duke a ‘she’?” Erika asked me. No, I did not remember such thing. I had called the girl incoherently babbling a ‘she’. There was no Duke around.
“What else would you call her?” I dared Erika to come up with an answer. She couldn’t and after three whole seconds she gave up.
“I guess we have to make sure. Just in case,” she shrugged and walked to the lying girl.
The girl’s legs were slender and pale. She had hair on them, but it was so thin it was hard to discern. One of the benefits of having a clear hair color; I almost complained inwardly and then remembered my body hair was now milky white. Erika approached her and lifted the girl’s shirt. I was not well-positioned to take a look and thought disrespectful to watch anyway; I had just met her, after all.
“Well, Aria; when you’re right you’re right,” Erika nodded. “That’s a ‘she’ alright.”
“The appearance of the exterior genitals is hardly enough proof that we succeeded,” Medea said without turning her head and thus most likely not having actually seen, she was instead furiously writing stuff down on her phone; the idea of a witch recording her potions in an top-notch electronic device was somewhat funny. “Aria, you took the mercury out of the fire just a tad too late, do you recall? Do you think that was zero point three seconds or zero point two?”
“Hey! Wake up!” Erika snapped her fingers in front of the surprised girl’s face, trying to get her attention. The girl was not asleep, she was simply too busy laughing and talking to herself. “Get up, come on! You’ll catch a cold!” Erika helped the girl up and she didn’t resist.
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>>2296951 The girl was in a daze, looking all around us confused. “This doesn’t feel like a dream,” she whispered. She turned to Erika. “That balloon you threw to my face. That was some strong shit, right? What was it? Shroom essence or something? I’m seeing things.”
“Nope. This is real life now. Get used to it,” Erika quickly destroyed her hopes, not that the girl looked like she was accepting it. “Tell me how are you hallucinating?”
“That girl, the one with no pants” she pointed to me. “She’s got cat ears and cat eyes. And that other one,” she pointed at Medea, “I saw her eyes glow red. And of course, I know this isn’t happening because… because… shit, I shouldn’t be even be saying it.”
“Because you’re a girl,” Erika concluded. “Is that it?”
“I’m not a girl!” the girl said.
“Where’s your dick, then?” Erika slowly articulated in a tone usually reserved to speak with young children. “Show it to me. Come on. Show it to me and I swear I suck it. Every day, every morning; in front of anyone. I’ll let you put it in my ass; I’ll let you put it anywhere you want. Just show it to me.”
“This is a dream, this is a dream, this is a stupid, fuckin’, stupid dream…” the girl closed her eyes and started a chant I had heard her enounce before. “Or drugs, or something. I’m not a… five foot midget. I’m not a… a gi- I’m a man! I’ve always been a guy! These are not my arms,” she looked at her arms. This is not my… this is not me!” she pointed at herself, angry. “Now, Smell-rika, tell me what the fuck did you put in the balloon before I really start to get mad!”
“No dick? Come on, I’m waiting for some!” Erika playfully gave her back to the girl and went in all-fours; starting to shake her enticing bottom left and right. “Go ahead and put it in. Reach inside your dress, look for it; take all the time you need, sweetie!”
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>>2296952 “This is not a dress! I never wear dresses!” the girl in the white, oversized dress said.
“Erika, stop teasing her,” I defended the poor thing. My most important bits were comfortably covered by my tail, but still used my hands to shield some of the rest of the stuff just to be sure.
“I’m not a her!” we heard her say. “A-and I know you! You’re that gymnast girl! Last time I saw you, you started jumping trees like it was nobody’s business! Back then I was also…” she opened her eyes wide. “It’s the rabbit!” she gasped. “The rabbit! The thing was poisoned or something! Maybe ate some of the green berries. That’s it! None of this is happening! You’re not actually here! Fuckin’ rabbit ate the shrooms. I knew it tasted bad.”
Erika was going to say something, but Medea beat her to the punch. “Duke will have time to accept reality later. For now we cannot waste this opportunity. Erika, hold the specimen down. Aria, help Erika.”
“What are you going to do with him?” Erika wondered, I stared at her questioningly. “Alright, HER. What are you going to do with her?”
“Make absolutely certain we have succeeded. Also, do be sure to take that shirt. It’s damp with the steam that came out during the transformation process. I must secure it and analyze it later,” Medea casually ordered.
“Transformation. Ha! I get it now. That’s your prank, isn’t it?” the girl chided. “Alright, how did you make it work? I’m not mad, I swear. Tell me the trick and we all walk away friends,” I had been in her state a few times in camp to recognize it when I see it. She was at the border of a breakdown.
“Sorry, Duke. It kind of leaves a sour taste to do this when you’re like this…” Erika consoled while grabbing the poor girl in a full-Nelson. We had promised Medea that we would follow her instructions to the letter. It was out of our hands now. “You kind of deserve it for last time, though.”
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>>2296953 “This is the hypno-watchamacallit, right?” the girl said, not minding Erika’s intrusive hold. “I saw it once on TV. Shit, it feels so real! I can’t believe it!”
“S-sorry…” I apologized to her as I got close so I could strip her. I was about to when… “Eeww…” I coughed some. “Medea, her shirt stinks! I can’t even…! Don’t make it touch it!”
“I’ll take care of it, doesn’t look like Duke’s resisting,” Erika offered and started working on it. The girl was too stunned to react on time.
Instead of getting mad at me, Medea looked quite excited. “What does it smell like, Aria? Describe the odor the best you can.”
“Mhhm,” I pondered about it, taking a few steps back from the source. What a shame, I wanted an excuse to touch her. “I think it smells just like if Duke had died and had been rotting to the sun for days.”
“Doesn’t smell at all like a corpse to me,” Erika added, stripping the girl who had finally stood up for herself against being handled.
“Hey! Hands off, Smell-rika! That’s… that’s mine!” the gap in strength between the two of them as drastic as anyone could have guessed.
“Relax, this is an illusion, remember?” Erika played with what the girl had said, continuing to strip her.
“I would thank you to restrain from feeding anyone’s delusions,” Medea severely stated, “and do be careful handling that shirt. There is no guarantee it is safe, so handle it with care.”
“Yuck! Aria’s right, this thing smells!” Erika threw it away with disdain while the girl uselessly flailed her arms trying to recover her clothes. For the first time I saw her naked.
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>>2296955 She did have hair on her armpits; but it was as light and nearly transparent as that over her legs. It would still have to go if I had anything to say about it. Her pubic hair was more of the same story, although I would not stop her if she wished to keep that; it didn’t look trimmed at all and she looked like the sort who could keep it like that with no issue. She had already insinuated the shape of her breasts, but seeing them now we could watch them being lovely; they had a singular texture to them, like the skin of a newborn; she must have been a little cold because… she looked cold.
Her build was slender and petite, not that I hadn’t guessed. Her hips were wider that I would have expected. Her pubes would have hidden her shame nicely had she not been struggling between Erika’s arms trying to break free. Between her kicks her vulva became quite visible; it also had that brand-new pallor the rest of her body had.
The girl looked more stunned than I was upon looking down and beholding her own body. “That… can’t be right,” she squeaked.
“Oh, shut the hell up,” Erika inconsiderately silenced her. “It’s an improvement and you know it. Now stay put while the lead witch of our Coven takes a good look at you,” Erika casually revealed our nature, not that it mattered much in this situation.
“W-witches…!” the girl spouted, as if understanding something. “N-nuhuu,” she said just like a child would, “you’re messing with me; you’re not witches,” yet she did not deny witches existed. Was this common knowledge?
“We are too,” Erika smiled, goading.
“Y-you’re not!”
“Oh my God! Ah, ha, ha, ha! Seriously? Big, stupid Duke is going to cry?” Erika mocked the poor girl.
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>>2296956 “That is unnecessarily cruel right now,” Medea advised, signaling me to keep the girl’s legs from moving as we laid her down. I had no choice but to obey. “If… if everything went correctly, the hormones right now should be going haywire. Do not distress the subject more than strictly necessary.”
The girl pouted and bit her lips with blurry eyes, she hiccupped once or twice, yet her bright sight was fixed on Medea’s hands. Medea began to auscultate at the girl’s body just below the belly button with an ear turned to it. It looked like it hurt when she did it too deeply.
“What you got?” Erika asked. I was not sure she understood what Medea was doing.
“That is definitely an uterus,” Medea revealed. Well, duh. Look at her.
The girl closed her eyes and shook her head as if denying reality itself. She gasped, surprised, when Medea inconsiderately grabbed and cupper the breasts, and then started massaging them. “N-noo…” the girl weakly resisted. It made me think we were doing something very, very wrong.
“Mammary glands, with an obvious accumulation of adipose tissue,” Medea said, more to her cellphone which was recording than to us. “I proceed to examine the genitals.”
“There… is there need for any more proof, really?” I protested on the poor thing’s behalf. “She’s a girl, alright,” my eyes told me so, my nose told me so, my instincts told me so, the soft texture under my hands told me so.”
“I. Am. Not. A. Girl,” the girl methodically stated in anger, yet I felt no intention on her muscles to move at all.
“Shut up. We’ll know for sure after we take a look at your vagina,” Erika messed with her.
“I don’t have a… you’re not witches! You’re lying! This is just the rabbit! It didn’t sit well with me. This is just…! Ah…” she lovingly moaned.
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>>2296960 “At least buy her dinner first,” Erika told a bad joke as Medea opened a small, fleshy slit with two fingers. I averted my sight out of respect. Medea still talked plenty about it.
“The external and internal genitals are all accounted for,” she emotionlessly deadpanned. “The vaginal canal and walls are notoriously tight and offer resistance; this is most likely because nothing had ever entered them. The subject denotes abnormally high sensitivity around the area,” no kidding. “All parts are mature. I conclude the subject has finished puberty and would venture to hypothesize it fertile. The hymen is intact.”
“You did it, didn’t ya! You went and did it! You went and turned me into… into this!” she started trashing. Fuckin’ witches!”
“Aria, lift the legs,” Medea ordered.
“I’m trying, she’s…” trashing about and very upset.
“Relax,” Erika tried easing the girl, too little and too late. “We can probably turn you back. Someday. Maybe.”
“Ahh! Don’t touch me!” she requested, furious.
“There are no signs of the presence of a prostate,” Medea said to her recording, after invading the only place she had not invaded yet. “The sphincter and rectum also have the appearance and texture of absolute lack of use yet there is no atrophy. I am beginning to suspect that rather a transformation, a new body has been formed and the former shell has been merely discarded instead of transmuted.”
Medea kept talking to her phone, disregarding us. She gave clear indications of being done, so we let the girl go. The girl crawled to a nearby trunk and hugged her knees. For a minute or two the only noise was the bonfire that we had tracked to get here eagerly crackling for more kindling, the nocturnal insects evidencing it was summer and Medea quietly making verbal annotations and conjectures.
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>>2296961 “Why,” the girl said, without looking at us. It wasn’t a question, rather a demand.
“Why what?” Erika asked, lazily watching the fire.
“Why did you do this to me?” she seethed getting her teary face out of her knees and for a fraction of a second, her pretty features were quite horrid, reminding me of someone I knew.
a) Erika keeps messing with the girl.
b) Aria calms her down and gives her a name (we have Lady, anyone else?).
c) Medea suggests they sanitize the subject.
d) The girl strikes a bargain; obedience for hope.
e) It is the girl’s turn to ask some questions. They owe her that much. Also, that’s definitely a her now.
*
“Are you a lesbian?” was the first question asked. It was a girl I didn’t know. She had black hair. Maybe. I wasn’t looking at her. How could I?
“Answer the lady,” Kathy said to my side, smacking my butt. I kicked her away.
“Nobody touches me. Nobody,” I told her. “Jill’s orders.”
“Um… excuse me? Is this on?” the girl who asked the questioned kept talking. “Are you a lesbian? Hello? Lise?”
“I’m not!” I yelled, wanting to cry. I didn’t know what else to say. Ruth noticed and took over for me, using her own phone. Had everyone paired their things to Dugald’s stuff? This was a mess.
“Lise is not a lesbian!” Ruth spoke some sense. “A-and well, I’m a little jealous. There’s enough Jill for everyone, though. Right? I’m glad your first experience was with her. Lise could be too embarrassed to tell it the way it is; but Jill is a great teacher in everything she does. I think all girls should have someone like her to teach them what’s what.”
“But I didn’t…” I didn’t do THAT with Jill, or with anyone for that matter. Not yet.
“It’s not about being a lesbian or not with Jill. So no, Lise is not a lesbian; not that there’s anything wrong with that,” Ruth closed.
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>>2296962 The girl who asked the question moved from the line and the next person stepped up. I was burning up in fever and couldn’t even speak. I hadn’t done anything with Jill! And now everyone was looking at me like I had! It didn’t happen! It never happened!
“Were you a virgin before this? You first time was with a girl?” now it a was a guy asking a question. I was still a virgin! And proud of it!
Not that I could say that in public. Again, someone answered for me. “Yup, her very first time. She was so scared and worried!” Kathy said, speaking into my phone. I would have shot her a stone cold icy stare if I could manage. Things were starting to get a little blurry, I was at my limit.
Still naked. Still in front of everyone. Still embarrassed. Still with stage fright. People speaking those inappropriate things about me, asking stuff they shouldn’t even be thinking and they were saying out loud like they didn’t have an ounce of shame. Still the center of all attention.
Kathy was now speaking about my so-called prowess in bed. She was saying how Jill and I hugged in bed, or how it was my first kiss, telling everyone the lie that my tongue touched with Jill’s and that I cried of happiness when our… crotches touched. She went as far as to say I had confessed my love then and there. She was so graphic and vulgar.
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>>2296963 I would have liked to shut her up by punching her face, or shout or something, but I couldn’t. Speaking was too hard. THINKING was too hard. I swayed without noticing. I didn’t know it was possible to be so embarrassed. Kathy kept talking and talking and talking and saying worse and worse stuff. I wanted to scream.
I stopped the first time from falling, but the second sway was too much for me. I went down, and I stayed down.
1) Area devolves into chaos and people riot, tired of waiting.
2) Kathy manages to dissuade unrest by making promises she can’t possibly keep.
3) Jill manages to say that the prizing will continue tomorrow in an orderly fashion and apologizes for the inconvenient.
4) Another girl steps up on the stage (old choices still viable).
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>>2296964 A 2
Perhaps a bit cruel, but hell if I don't love some good teasing
Gnattering Yawn
>>2296964 A into B, giving ground when she gets angry isn't going to turn out well, so we should push back a little and then de-escalate. Still like Lady for the new name.
2, it looks like the ceremony's hitting critical mass, so let's take the resolution with the most interesting possibilities.
Plant
>>2296964 BD Diana as in Lady D could work
2 For obvious reasons
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>>2296964 1) i just have to take this ;]
a) -> b), shes in the middle of her breakdown, still getting (rightfully so btw.) messed with and got nothing left. b) needs to happen first, before she could even consider trying to bargin with the mean scary witches ;]
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>>2292876 >1yjRy5AJ The Character pastebin got removed.
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>>2296964 A2 We need to settle this tonight
>>2297134 We still need another one with Duke in it
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>>2297236 Gotcha. Will make a new one soon; there's a few things I wanted to modify anyway. A few things piled up and now time's up and I gotta go. This part's going to take a while.
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Sorry for the delay. Just finished it. This is the character list: bEDdmwgP
>>2297013 >>2297072 Damn. Good job. I'm specially tempted to change the new girl to the image above. I tried to find a particularly feminine one and you still beat me.
>>2296964 “To make you cuter, of course!” Erika answered without missing a beat.
It was a serious question, and Erika was taking it as a joke. I praised her genius for it. The girl’s intense look morphed into mere pouting. “I’m not cute!” she cutely stated.
“And it worked!” Erika teased, taking the liberty to pinch the girl’s cheek. The girl tried to slap the hand away but she was too slow and Erika had plenty of time to retreat. “Honestly, we did you a favor, girlie.”
“Who are you callin’ girlie?” the girlie stood up in indignation.
“The girlie girl with the smooth, silk-like skin and the tiny princess feet. D’aaw, she’s so precious! Hey, girly girl; what if we make a slumber party? We can do each other’s nails and hair; and talk about boys,” Erika suggested. That actually sounded lovely if we omitted the talking about boys part. I really needed my hair and nails done.
“I’ll… I’ll show you princess feet!” the girl said, jumping Erika after being provoked enough. She was about as fierce as a fluffy puppy.
“Ah, ha, ha, ha!” Erika joyfuly dodged and imprisoned the poor girl who never stood a chance.
“Eeeek!” a girly scream made it out of the girl’s mouth as Erika lightly nudged at the side of the head. It was a scream more of offense taken than pain. Pretty all the same. “No, wait! Ah, aha! N-na, ha, ha, hee, hee! NOO, hoo, hoo, hee, hee, ha, HA, HA!”
Erika started tickling the poor thing who was quite weak to those maneuvers. I had never seen anyone older than three getting such a strong response to the approach. The girl was swinging her limbs wildly and in mere seconds she was having trouble to breathe.
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>>2297572 “Ticklish, huh?” Erika, the perpetrator of the action, had of course noticed.
“Of course she is. Her skin is pristinely new; like a newborn’s,” Medea hummed, still in a terrific mood.
“You’re going to make her wet herself,” I worried. It wasn’t without reason that I did.
The girl was jumping all over the place as she could as her feet had not been touching the ground for a while, they were too busy kicking the air and Erika was not getting bored anytime soon.
“It is not possible,” Medea again intervened. “The body is too new. It hasn’t had time to generate urine or fecal matter.”
“How fun! That gives me a few ideas!” Medea was just fanning the flames of Erika’s need to play with this delicate thing. “What do you say, girlie girl? Want me to fill all of your fun holes? See if they’re as ticklish?”
“At least give her time to breathe… you’re going to asphyxiate her,” I said.
“Aren’t you being a little too soft on him? Well, her, I guess. We’ve all heard the story on how he pulled your panties down and pushed you head first into the camp pool, or how he stole Carmen’s towel, or how he got so dangerous that time we dared you near his cabin. Her. Yeah, sorry. Still getting used to the idea.”
Erika reminded me of something that made me quite mad about someone that I hated. She was confused, though. That person wasn’t here; probably didn’t even exist anymore. This girl had nothing to do with Duke; all my senses told me so.
“She is not Duke, you know,” I evidenced.
“Wh… are you high again?” Erika asked me. I resented the ‘again’. It wasn’t my fault people kept giving me potions or putting catnip on my way. “Aria, this is Duke. Remember? We transformed him. Her. Whatever. No, wait. I was right the first time. We transformed him into-”
“Into her, which is not him,” I slowly explained.
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>>2297573 The girl got her breather while I distracted Erika. She made use of the situation and started slowly crawling away. Erika wanted to discuss further and I was willing to oblige so she could understand, but terrorizing her new victim came first. “And where do you think you’re going?” Erika smugly inquired. The girl flinched.
“U-uncle! Uncle! I give up!” the girl said in terror before Erika’s hands reached her. “I won’t do it again! I won’t attack you again!”
“And why did you do it the first time? Did you really think you could…? I mean look at you,” Erika paused. “Oh! Right. You haven’t seen, have you?” she muttered.
“Why, you ask?” the girl retorted, not having heard the second part. “Calling me… that thing. You were asking for it!” we understood she referred to being called ‘girlie girl’.
“Yeah, yeah. You got mad and stuff,” Erika said, searching on her things. She was fully clothed and had pockets were to search. “But here, see what you’re working with.”
“Eeek!” the girl was surprised a phone was drawn and a picture of her in all of her naked glory was taken. “Wh-hey! You can’t do that!” she complained.
“Why not? You’re a creep, aren’t you? I’ve heard you’ve been snooping around dressing rooms and such,” Erika distractedly touched the screen of her phone a few times and then displayed it to the girl. “Here, that’s you. You get it now?”
The girl, who was ready to dispute the recently brought allegations, was rendered immobile by Erika’s picture. “T-that’s…!”
“That’s a girly girl. A cute girl. A girly, womanly girl; with all of the plumbing included; and we checked. And that’s you,” Erika stressed. “And…”
“I’m not a…! Eeek!” the girl jumped again after being photographed anew. It could be the flash, or maybe she was just camera-shy.
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>>2297575 “And this is your face,” Erika showed her, presumably a close-up of the girl’s cute visage. “And this is what you’re messing with,” Erika flexed. “Besides, I got your nudes now. So none of that, got it? Unless you want me to…” Erika gave two steps to the girl motioning the fingers with clear intentions to tickle her again.
“No! No more!” she ran away and hid behind her stump.
“Say you’re a girly girl!” Erika menacingly started chasing her and the girl started running in circles occasionally squealing whenever Erika closed the distance too much. Erika was giving her a significant advantage. The girl was slow. So slow. Almost too slow. “Say it!”
“No!” she resisted, “EEK! No, wait!”
“Say it!”
“I won’t say it!”
“Gotcha!”
“I’m a girly girl! I’m a girly girl!” she surrendered rather quickly. “Ah, hee, hee! HA, HA! I s-said it! HA, HEE, HEE! Stop!”
“Say you’re the cutest little thing,” Erika kept pressing.
“I’m the, ha, HA, HA! I’m the… I’m the cutest, little thing!”
“Yes you are, yes you are! Oh, who’s the cutie? Who’s the cutie puh-tooie?” Erika baby talked her demeaningly.
“Me! Me! I am! HEE, HEE, HEE! Stooop!”
Erika did stop and left the girl where she had collapsed after being mercilessly tickled. From laughing so hard I had the worry we could see her snap her own jaw, she looked somber and melancholic.
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>>2297576 “I am the cutest, little thing alright,” the girl lamented. “The fuck am I supposed to do now? Ain’t no going back home. No one to recognize me there,” she stood up. “Pops’ll sooner fuck me than let me take my stuff out. No ID, no social security, no nothing, no way to get actual work. Do I go to some strip club and make a living on my back? Let them prick me full with needles and dicks until I OD like your regular two-cent whore? Well, ain’t that just the life for the cutest little thing. You witches really did screw me up good. Can’t even raise a hand to get some goddamned retribution; you made that plenty clear. Would’ve been more merciful if you’d blown mah brains out,” she made a finger gun to her head and made the firing motion.
“Oh, come on. It’s isn’t as if… it’s not so bad!” Erika tried cheering her up without coming up with an argument.
I looked at Medea guiltily. Did we really condemned this poor girl to such an existence? Medea hardly looked fazed by the moral conundrum.
“You were, if you pardon the expression, a ‘ticking time bomb’,” Medea avowed not looking the least sad. “Doing this to you has no doubt saved at least one life in the long run; perhaps in the short run depending on your mood,” Medea stared at the girl with cold indifference. “You almost killed one of my friends, a member of my Coven. You deserve much worse than what you stated; which is not even an accurate prediction. You will soon learn that with an appearance such as yours, life is much easier than you would otherwise expect.”
“Y-you can start by getting a new name and making friends!” I suggested, hopeful. I disagreed on how they were pinning Duke’s sins on this poor thing but I didn’t want to discuss that at the moment. “No one can survive all alone, after all.”
“I could! Before!” she corrected me. “And I don’t need no name! I’ve got a name! What? You want to take that, too?”
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>>2297577 “Alright, keep your name. We still need to call you something and Duke isn’t going to fly. We could just call her ‘Duchess’,” Erika went full Occam’s razor.
“That’s a dog’s name,” I opined. “She looks like a… um… like a…”
“And there you go with the ‘shes’ and ‘hers’ again,” the girl roller her eyes. Hmm. Lucy? Not a Rebecca for sure. Jamie! Ashley! Something rhyming with those, it would suit her. Jackie? Mimi? Mimi wasn’t really a name, but she did look like a Mimi, with her accent and all.
“Aria’s thinking hard on this one,” Erika could tell.
“I’ve got a name,” the girl repeated. No, she didn’t. She had the name of someone who wasn’t there anymore. That wouldn’t do.
“Alright. Then you’re ‘Lady Duke’. Does that work?” Erika said, not seriously, yet… “That way SHE gets to keep the name she had.”
“Lady D! Like that princess!” I remembered. The name of a princess was not bad at all. “Diana! Like Lady D. Or Lady.”
“Lady is a dog’s name,” Erika mocked me. “I love it. She’s Lady now.”
“Now, wait just a minute!” Lady protested.
a) Just to be sure, Medea takes Lady back, explains a few things and makes Lady make a few promises.
b) Lady is escorted back to camp and let go so long as she meets with Medea tomorrow. Wonder what she’ll do now?
c) Lady is too stubborn to go back. She stays behind while Aria silently watches over from above.
d) Lady protests and when given no choice, picks her own name (last chance).
*
What a wuss! She passed out! She actually fainted because she was too embarrassed. All I did was say a few things about her and Jill doing it. I barely got her before she hit her head.
“Lise, are you okay!” Natty and Melanie, ever the mother hens, rushed to us.
“She’s fine! I’m on it!” I told them. We had bigger problems.
“Hey! What gives! That was only the second question!”
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>>2297579 We did what we could to keep things interesting but no Jill meant no show. People were getting mad and starting to ask questions, like when were we going to give their clothes, or shouting at us to put the sisters back on like that was up to us, some two jackasses had gotten into a fist fight with people around them egging them on. The second Jill was not around Dugald had started passing beer around even though Jill told him not to, so we would also have to deal with drunks pretty soon. Ana and Lillie were at it again, and if those two started catfighting there would be no stopping it.
I grabbed Lise’s phone and turned the speakers to max volume. “C-could the next person step up, please! Next person, come to the stage and get you clothes!”
Who was the next person? I didn’t know. Lise had the list. Where did she have it? I wasn’t paying attention, that wasn’t my job. Melanie and Natty didn’t listen to me and carried Lise away. The rest of the Panty Raiders smelled the trouble and kept Lillie from jumping Ana’s throat. Some people started leaving, mostly girls who knew they had scored too low to get anything. This was a disaster.
People weren’t listening to me, anyway.
“…fuck all of it. Let’s just grab the clothes and…”
“…I mean, who’s going to stop us…?”
“I’m tired of waiting! Let’s do something about it!”
“…bitch’s got no shame. She’s fucking Emil behind that tree.”
People kept talking about worrying stuff. And really? Emil? What an ass! I knew he was a bastard. How was Lise going to take it? Poor thing… it was for the best she passed out. I was sorry they had taken her away. I wanted to hold her.
“Kathy, what do we do?” Andrea asked me. Instead of being useful and keeping people off swarming the stage or fighting or off Dugald’s booze she was pestering me. I already knew something had to be done.
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>>2297580 Besides, it wasn’t up to me. Was it? That was up to Lise. She was miss second in command, after all. No… poor thing. She just had that asshole, Emil... oh, poor Lise. That was because she didn’t remember half the stuff, she was passed out drunk back at the first bonfire. If she had met the guy sober this wouldn’t have happened.
Fuck, it was up to me. Damn it. What would Jill do? Order someone up the stage and make a show? We were kind of past that. People weren’t even listening.
“Hey! Stay off the clothes!” Some had already gotten up the stage. I shoo’d them away with threats of kicks and spanks. They almost took me up my warning. People were getting wilder and soon I wouldn’t be able to take them.
What would Jill do if shows didn’t work? But they always worked! She made a show with a few girls and then… the rewards. They weren’t taking the rewards! The next person hadn’t stepped up like I told them to. Didn’t they know each which place they had on the race? They should have known that much. What now?
I could let Lise take the fall, then explain to Jill what I had heard about Emil, that scumbag. Jill would go easy on Lise for sure. No! It would fall on to me. I was the one who made her faint. Shit! Crap! Jill was going to really give it to me! But how did I keep this from falling apart?
I yelled into the mic. “STOOOOOOP!!”
The effect was not as strong as I hoped, but some people did obey. Nearly half of the heads turned to me. I knew I had little time to come up with the idea or a way to keep them from doing something that could ruin Jill’s event.
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>>2297581 “Em, err… WE APOLOGIZE FOR THE INCONVENIENCE!” I started speaking without really knowing what I was going to follow it up with, going with the flow. “WE, um… WE UNDERSTAND YOUR CONCERNS A-AND APOLOGIZE FOR THE UNFORESEEN C-CONSEQUENCES OF…” I got lost. I pressed on. “T-TOMORROW! IF YOU COULD PLEASE LEAVE IN AN ORDERLY FASHION AND THE PANTY RAIDERS WILL AWARD YOU 35 POINTS EACH! WE THANK YOU FOR YOUR UNDERSTANDING!”
I could just feel how people stopped doing what they were doing when I mentioned the points. I had said it anyway.
“If, if you don’t leave right now,” I had everyone’s ears, I didn’t need to shout anymore. “Not only do you reject your 35 points, but will be penalized tomorrow. W-which is when we continue the ceremony!”
Well, I did what I could.
1) It’s not enough. Riot continues and the clothes get stolen.
2) The camp finally calms down and the ceremony ends.
3) 35 points means free panties for everyone. The public demands their pair each before leaving.
4) Jill wakes up to rescue the situation and end the event properly.
5) Kathy is forced to make a closing statement and spectacle to end the event. Suggestions accepted.
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>>2297582 A Of course we'll get Lady D in The Game tonight, it'll be extra interesting considering absolutely no one knows of this
4 We really should tie this arc now
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>>2297627 I forgot the game even existed. It's been a while since the last round, hasn't it?
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>>2297582 2 or 3 seems to be a satisfying ending for the ceremony.
D) lets go with Diana
A Medea being the neutral of the trio and not messing with her could work out.
C would accurately represent Dukes mindset so far, also giving her some time to think.
She could then turn up later at the cabin as she finally accepted her fate (may not even take that long)
>>2297628 Must be around December? The Potion and the race were the most detailed chapter so far :D
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>>2297582 A, we should keep Lady relatively close for now, if mainly because we're the only ones who understand her situation and can properly help her settle in.
2, if we had Jill wake up and sort it all out then the panty promise would go down the drain, and I'm sure we can get some interesting effects out of that. Besides, it'll be more amusing for Jill to come to her senses only after she can't do anything to get things back on track.
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>>2297655 I made a mistake not telling you earlier that the images didn't have to be tits. That's a terrific one. Quite fitting, too.
>>2297582 “I don’t know about you, but I’m calling her Lady D from now on,” Erika announced and I doubted she would ever change her mind. I didn’t know if the D stood for Diana or Duke, and I didn’t really want to ask.
Lady protested her peace and yet was not willing to come up with a name for herself. Lady stuck and even Medea ended up calling her that. At first, Lady tried to assert being called a nonsensical male name, yet she accepted her fitting epithet soon enough.
During Lady’s baptism, Medea offered to escort the poor girl back to the camp’s cabins. There was no way for someone like her to survive literally naked in the wild. The other discarded clothes were now nothing short of toxic wastes and test subjects for Medea to investigate in the future. Lady, who was a stubborn one, only accepted the offer after we showed her how physically inept she was.
“So not only you gave me a body with no rack, but also no strength and can’t fuckin’ move right?” she accusingly questioned Medea.
“First; the size of your breasts is suitable for someone your size and I happen to believe they are shaped nicely,” Medea addressed in order of the questions being mentioned. “Second; your muscles are completely new so of course there is no sort of hypertrophy. Lastly; you have no experience moving that body; I assume this is a neurological issue and unlike the rest of us you have not had the many years it takes to tone your spinal cord to you needs. This would account for your clumsiness.”
“I ain’t clumsy! The body is! It doesn’t do stuff right!”
“And whose body is that, pray tell?” Medea pointed out, shutting Lady up, who was accepting things little by little even though she was angry and resentful most of the time.
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>>2298010 Clumsy was not everything Lady was. For one thing, the girl was delicate to a degree that would have put me back when I was fully human to shame. Lady could hardly walk barefoot and yet the only shoes that were available were way too big to be worn. She also tired easily. Medea ended up carrying Lady; the new girl did find it odd how the Dhampir was so strong despite her size, yet made no comment about it. Lady questioned surprisingly little about the many supernatural aspects presented to her, including the animal parts of my body.
The walk back felt longer that it should have even though we followed the optimal route unlike on our trip to find the victim for the Feminzer Bomb. When we were still a good distance away, Medea let Lady down without a warning.
“There are some very serious issues that we have to discuss before we take you back,” Medea intimidatingly glared at Lady, who was busy massaging the area around her knees which was where Medea had held her during the piggyback ride. Lady was lightly bruised, she was indeed a delicate one.
“I have to call myself ‘Lady’, right?” Lady spat, her resentment once again aflame. “And wear pretty little dresses and panties and lipstick and raise my fuckin’ pinkie when I’m eating and all them pretty manners all because you don’t want them people finding out what you did to me. And what do I get out of it? You can’t scare me. I don’t care if I live or die,” she sounded serious.
“Well, if you don’t I’ll tickle you,” Erika threatened. She also sounded serious.
“O-okay! Okay!” Lady immediately backed down her comments the second Erika so much as raised her hands. “No need to be extreme! Gotcha. I’ll try to play it nice and easy and I won’t tell no one you’re all witches. Happy?”
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>>2298011 “Not quite. I want you to promise me you will, to the best of your ability, avoid any possible situation that would have the possibility of exposing our nature to anyone who is not member of our Coven,” Medea demanded using one of the most powerful weapons. “You should be warned that a promise made to a witch is not to be trifled with. You will deeply regret to fail this.”
Lady studied Medea’s serious expression; as the tiny witch could have an intense look about her whenever she willed it. Her eyes flashed red momentarily, and she had exposed her unnaturally long fangs she could apparently retract whenever she wanted.
“I promise,” Lady decided, and there was no way she was taking it lightly if her mannerisms or acknowledgements were any indication.
*
I had made the right call. People had shut up, and all were listening to me. I said it once more just to be sure. “So please leave in an orderly fashion and by tomorrow you will be awarded 35 points. We will be updating you at the Panty Raider website!”
Did we have one of those? If we didn’t we should have. It wasn’t that big of a deal, right? Worst case I could ask Tom. He would do anything for a pair of tits.
I wasn’t sure. Maybe I had promised too much. Hardly any of the girls didn’t tell me so.
“Are you sure it’s okay? What will Jill say?” Janelle asked me.
“You leave Jill to me!” I dared to tell her, only because I had checked and Jill was sleeping like a log.
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>>2298014 We had a few girls who wanted to be recruited to be Panty Raiders, I also told them to come check tomorrow. This had gone for long enough. I got some muscle and we carried Jill and Lise. Lise woke up on the way and was alright to walk. I was super nice to her and told her I was sorry about the whole making her faint thing and that I was only messing around. I thought Lise deserved to know but still didn’t want to tell her what I had heard about her crush. Maybe I would have Melanie talk to her about it.
The showers were… there was no other way to describe them: a shitshow. The showers are the girl’s side were not enough and they used the boy side as well. I didn’t dare to go in since I didn’t have to raise and was mostly okay if I just cleaned my feet at the sink or something, but form the sounds inside it couldn’t have been good. All the aggression that was going to happen at the event they saved for the showers.
*
I came about to my head hitting the side of the frame of the door of our cabin.
“Eep! S-shit! Kirby, what the fuck!” I held my head, the pain running all over me. That was no way to wake up.
“Sorry, Jill. It’s pretty dark out here,” he said like that was an excuse. How about turning on the lights first, then? He placed me on Aria’s bed that she actually never uses. “You okay?”
It took me a few seconds to place everything in order. I had been back at the prizing ceremony, getting premium services by the lovely Fulk sisters team-tagging on me. It had been great, so great that I had passed out. The sisters didn’t need to flatter themselves; it was mostly been the lack of sleep and the pressure and being so tired for so long. Even now, over half of the headache I felt coming was not caused by Kirby being a moron.
“D-dah…” a weird sound exited my mouth, Kirby had turned on the lights and the thing shining all over my face couldn’t have been good in the state I was.
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>>2298017 “Are you okay?” the question was repeated, but this time said by Carmen. She looked a mess.
“Hey, beautiful,” I greeted her, groaning and using the wall to the side to get up. “What happened?” she should understand the question.
“You passed out, your girls took the stage and did what they could. In the end they told everyone to come back tomorrow to continue with the pricing,” she told me. Kirby had let himself in and was knocking on the bathroom. My guess was he was searching for Erika.
“Good, I thought about doing that myself, to be honest,” that was the right thing to do. Who made the call? Lise, probably. “What about the girls? Aria? Erika? Lisa? Medea?”
“Lisa’s back at the showers. It’s a war over there,” Carmen winced. “It’s not worth it. I’ll bathe on the lake. Why not? We’re all already naked. And… we thought everyone else was going to be here waiting for us. They’re probably following Aria somewhere after she ran off.”
“The mic is here,” Kirby picked it up from Erika’s bed. “They were here and left. They could have gone to the lake or something. I better go check just to be sure. Erika’s not answering messages or calls.”
“Well, her phone’s not here, is it?” Carmen worried.
“She has it with her,” Kirby assured us. “She sent me a picture of some girl’s face asking me if I thought she was cute. What do you think I should say? Is that like, a test? Am I supposed to say I only have eyes for her or something? That was a while ago.”
“Erika doesn’t play games, tell her the truth and everything goes best,” I advised him. “She’s probably using you to tease someone.”
I laid back on the bed again and turned against the light. I wanted to go back to sleep very badly. I felt bad for the girls but there was no way I would be up for The Game tonight, if that was even a thing anymore. The reason for the ritual thing was gone with the poor cat.
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>>2298018 “You should rest,” Carmen told me, getting bed sheets over me and getting me an extra pillow from Medea’s bed. Aria’s pillow was all messed up. Yeah, yeah I should.
a) Erika gets to ask again if they think this new girl is cute. This time in person.
b) Lisa and her faithful Delanie are back at the showers. Wonder how they’re doing?
c) Jill goes to sleep and Carmen takes a bath, finding Aria on the way. Carmen knew Medea’s plan.
d) Sisters are finally back on their own cabin. They get to talk.
e) Kathy blows off some steam on Melanie.
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>>2298019 D+E, we can afford to let a little time pass and check in on some of the side characters. Besides, if memory serves we haven't heard much of Melanie's thoughts since the race ended, so I'm a little curious how well she thinks it all turned out.
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>>2298019 B C D
>>2298010 thanks, glad you like it :3
just trying to find something that illustrates the given choice, sadly its hard to find the right picture, if it even exists and the next best choice just doesn't cut it sometimes...
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>>2298019 Jill was awake and she looked fine. There was no need to carry her all the way to the infirmary after all. After I made sure that Kirby left, because you can’t just leave a naked girl who can barely stand alone with a guy if you call yourself her friend, I went out.
The night was warm and I needed that bath. Most girls did. It wasn’t just about the mud pits; but yeah, that was most of it. There was also the sticky thing that was spread all over the climbing wall… and the other sticky thing that happened because of the ropes. Then all the sweat.
At some point I started to hum, mostly because I couldn’t whistle. It was so odd. I was walking down all the way through the cabin area without a care. I was as naked as the day I was born, it was just a few minutes past nine and there were some people already back, most of which were boys. I wasn’t THAT embarrassed, or that excited. It was just… normal. Yes, something within me still forced me to watch how I was walking so I didn’t just flash between my legs to everyone in my way, and kind of way out of my way to cover it. It also was uncomfortable if when people ogled at my chest.
I wouldn’t have thought this possible a few nights ago. It wasn’t even a dare. I was just going to wash myself. I was walking around all nude and a much harsher dare would be not being able to do it and go all the bed as dirty as I was.
The lake was pretty as this time of night. It was also a little scary; so black and dark with only the reflection of the moon and the cabins behind me. The air was cool and the hairs on my tights and arms went up in anticipation as soon as my toe so much as touched the cold water. It was a little sensual, going skinny dipping with people watching.
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>>2298329 One of the things about having long hair was washing it. A single dip was enough to get rid of most everything on the rest of my body. The hair? After five whole minutes of running my fingers through it I was still getting grime out. This was also not drying on its own this late. I was going to go to wake up tomorrow to a humid pillow.
Washing my hair was relaxing and cool. There was also something else. I had my back to the camp; at first because I didn’t want my front exposed when I had my hands busy but then because I wanted to. I didn’t know, I couldn’t see; but for sure there must have been someone behind me watching me; peeking on me bathing. Toying with the idea was fun; most of the fun was not knowing, not turning; just trusting someone was watching.
“Meow!” I head behind me. It was a happy meow. Someone calling, and it could only be one person I knew.
Aria was with Medea and Erika, and with someone else. A very slender girl not all that taller than Medea. I was sure I had never seen her before; I would remember a face like hers. She was as naked as I was not that it would surprise anyone anymore.
“Getting the mud out?” Erika was the first to speak. With no fear she stepped into the lake to take give me a helping hand out, unnecessary but appreciated. She had to raise her jeans above her ankles to do it.
“Yes, as a matter of fact. How about you? You look… filthy,” I wasn’t insulting them, it was more of an invitation.
“N-no, we’re fine!” Aria, the dirtiest of us, was the fastest to answer.
“Aria. I saw Lisa’s bed. You made a mess!” I scolded her. “Come and take a bath. I will go easy, you don’t have to go deep. Erika, tell her!”
“I… n-no, thank you,” Aria refused again, scared.
“She said she doesn’t want to,” the pretty new girl spoke. She had a distinctive southern accent. “What? You’re snitchin’ on her too, you darned snitch?”
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>>2298330 Someone who I had never seen before talking to me so rudely got me by surprise. I couldn’t do anything other than stare at her. Erika laughed.
“Sorry, Carmen, we forgot to introduce you,” she said. “This is Lady D, the new GIRL at camp.”
“Rub it in some more, why don’t you?” the rude girl was also rude to Erika. Lady D? That was a weird name.
Erika jumped this Lady D from behind and rubbed her like I had seen her do with Aria before. “Oh, is the cutie mad with the mean girl? Don’t mind her, Carmen. She’s just mad because you didn’t let me get killed.”
Lady D must have been someone very sensitive. Erika’s hands made her blush and flinch, and close her eyes. “T-that’s… n-not… I hate snitches, that’s all. A-and of course I wasn’t going to kill you, idiot! I was keeping you off me…! Ah! Let go!”
What? Kill Erika? When? What were they talking about?
“You threw me head. Fucking. First. Into the river,” Erika from talking like a baby sounded mad. She crushed Lady D’s boobs, very hard. Lady D gave a silent scream, she looked in a lot of pain.
Throwing someone head first into the river? But… and she was a new girl I had never seen. I looked at Medea, she smiled me with complicity. No way! The rudeness. Lady ‘D’. So this was…!
“Duke? Is that Duke?” it was impossible, but I had to ask.
“Oh, so you already knew. Where’s the fun in that?” Erika pouted, keeping up molesting this… Duke? Really? “I wanted to keep it a secret to see when you figured it out. Keep it from Lisa and especially Jill, okay?”
“So it worked! Medea, did you really…?” I could hardly speak. Had they really turned that huge guy into this… cute girl? Duke wasn’t that bad looking himself if you went past what an ass he was; but this Lady D and Duke were night and day. “So this is Duke!”
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>>2298331 “Duke is no more,” Aria said with certainty. “Carmen, this is Lady. We covered all our bases and checked everything; this is definitely a girl named ‘Lady’.”
Well, if Aria said so…
*
Peggy and I were finally all alone with no one to bother us.
Lise got mad at us because of what we did with Jill. That wasn’t our fault; that was what people wanted us to do and we did it. If Jill couldn’t take us both and once she shouldn’t have called us at the same time.
We didn’t get the chance to get the clothes they had promised us but that was okay. We barely made it to the showers before everyone else and got to freshen up with no one bothering us. Peggy had washed my back and I had washed hers and kissed her neck. It was so weird that we got along all of sudden. I didn’t… WE didn’t have to be in guard all the time.
By the time every girl in camp rushed the showers we quietly exited and had the cabin all for us. Normally it would have been a nightmare being stuck with Peggy without Tonya to keep her under control but not anymore. I couldn’t get used to the idea. My sister being near was a good thing now.
Peggy was under me. I was suckling on her boobs; it was so much better when she was all clean. She had one hand inside my pussy, playing with me. This wasn’t serious, or a big deal. It didn’t mean anything. We were playing, passing time; scratching an itch. Enjoying being women.
“You like it here, right?” Peggy asked me. Yes, yes I did. “Right… here!” a moan escaped me. Yes, that was the place. “It’s the same as me, by the way, just so you know.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.”
“Ah…! Don’t bite!” she wasn’t saying it out of pain.
“Same weak spots as I do,” I cleared up. “Good to know.”
“No, really; don’t do it!” that meant ‘harder’. “Ah! J-Jodi! W-wait!” that meant ‘Don’t stop’.
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>>2298332 When she had stopped moving things inside me I knew I had her good. It wasn’t just one thing, it was a combination of many things. I was biting her tits, pressing my knee to her crotch, and using my thumb to play close to her pelvis; not really touching anything important with it but just close enough in the bikini area; it would make her more sensitive down there, I knew it because that’s how it happened with me.
It was so fun to play with my little sister. I would tease her, touch her, learn of her; there was nothing she wouldn’t let me do. If I wanted to put my fingers inside her pussy, get her all wet and then have her clean my fingers with her mouth she would do it. If I had her turn and raise her ass so I could take a good look at everything she was, she would let me. If I spread her pussy as far as it would go and stuck my tongue inside she didn’t mind. If I spanked her or bit her butt a little because I got too excited she was fine with that, too. My obedient little sister.
“I haven’t… I haven’t even let boys do that to me…” she said. I knew that.
It was always great with her. Took us a while to get tired.
We were kind of in a break. Lying down and taking it easy. I had Peggy’s vagina in front of me, mine was in front of her. We were resting while watching our privates, kind of weird. I was using an empty, closed lipstick to play with Peggy. She liked it.
“And we can do this every day when we go back home?” she was excited.
“Yeah, I guess,” I was excited too but not letting it show. That didn’t work with Peggy, of course; I wanted to act like the dignified older sister like in ‘Frozen’.
“I don’t know if I can wait until we’re home again,” she complained.
“We don’t have to! It doesn’t… it doesn’t matter if the others come back or not. If we feel like it, we’ll do it!” I said, not sure at all that we would dare to.
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>>2298333 “Of… of course! Y-yeah, what does it matter what they think? Who cares?” she did. I did. Speaking big was free, though. “Even if they were here, I t-totally would. No, WHEN they were here, we will… w-we will be doing it! A-and if they don’t like it they can shove it!”
After pep talking all by herself, Peggy went down on me. She pressed my tights against her face and used that mouth like a maniac. “Peggy…!” my cute little sister, the best toy ever.
*
I sighed, thinking on how nice a hot shower would feel about now. In the other side of the wall I was on, dozens of girls were fighting for the limited amount of booths. Someone like me didn’t stand a chance. If Jill was here maybe Panty Raiders could get special treatment. I sighed again looking at the girl in front of me.
Kathy was dressed with her old clothes; just blouse and skirt; I had seen her wear it so knew she was also using underwear. How nice must that be. Lise and Jill were not around, there was no one to tell Kathy what she could and couldn’t do; and there was no way I would be ratting her out. Kathy was holding a water hose. “Ready?” she asked me with a grin.
As much as I would ever be. I nodded. Kathy turned the tap on and a stream of cold water splashed me all over. I was already expecting it but still screamed and winced with the contact of the water, Kathy loved that. She was pinching the hose to increase the water pressure, it was almost painful.
“Bow. I’ll start with your hair,” I obeyed. She stopped the pressure some and had me hold the hose overhead. I knew Kathy was playing with me but at least was still cleaning me and doing a good job.
Kathy got some shampoo and conditioned and scratched my head as hard as she could. Again, almost painful. “I heard mud is good for your hair,” I tried making conversation.
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>>2298335 “No, it’s good for your face,” she corrected. “And not all mud; it has to have salts and PH and stuff. Not any old mud works, that’s why you have to buy mask, dummy. Besides, it’s only good for wrinkles and expression lines. You don’t have those, do you?”
Kathy, Jill and Juniper; they knew all sorts of stuff. It was never boring to talk to them, but I got a feeling they could get bored of talking to me. I also wanted to talk more with Aria. I had fought for the right of having her do what I wanted today, and it felt like I hadn’t used it right. Just so much had happened and I didn’t get the chance.
I kept holding the hose and Kathy kept saying stuff, and bathing me. I kept my eyes closed and my hand firm. It was cold but cool, the chaos on the other side of the wall never died down. Kathy soaped my whole body and way, way more than it was necessary on the important parts, but that is what you get when someone gets to touch you all they want.
“This was a bad idea from the start, you know? All of it,” she said. “Now it’s the whole camp. Do you remember how nice it was when there were no Panty Raiders? We were just the girls playing tennis. We didn’t bother anyone who didn’t want to be bothered. We did our own thing and at our own pace. Jill was great back then.
“Now? It’s all about punishments for everyone. With or without reason. That is no way to run a camp. Did you see what almost happened back then? How easy would it have been for everyone to take their clothes back and make us the bad guys? It would have been public lynching. Jill is way over her head in this one! She can’t keep doing this kind of stuff and hoping it will work out in the end!
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>>2298336 “And Lise? Seriously? She’s second in command now? That’s not her title by the way. That’s what she calls herself and Jill hasn’t told her ‘no’ so she thinks that’s what she is. It’s not all of it, but Jill is in charge because she’s the oldest. It should follow that way, right? Lise is what, fourteen? She can’t be second in command.”
“Ah…”
“Stay put, Melanie! I’m washing you here. Yes, I’m cleaning the inside. Any problems with that?”
“N-no, but…”
“But nothing. I’m not stupid. I will only use water. I was there in the race, too; you know? I didn’t run but I was there. You have a lot of dried up stuff here. Of course you need it cleaned. Don’t get too excited now.”
“Y-yes.”
“I just told you not to! I’m not, like, masturbating you; I’m washing you. WASHING you. Stop acting like it’s something else. And spread those legs. Bend over.”
“Ok…ay… ah…!”
“Oh, and about Lise. Did you hear? I asked around, it was true! That asshole, Emil. Do you remember Emil? The guy with the glasses and the bowl cut. He’s not even tall or anything. I don’t know what Lise saw on him. Anyways, he’s been screwing around. You’re good with this stuff, can you tell Lise? She wouldn’t listen to me. You know, because I’m a General too. She’ll think it’s some power play or something. Tell her that Emil is garbage. She doesn’t need him. Got that?”
“I’ll… I’ll speak with her…”
Kathy had me in such a humiliating position. I was bent over, hands on the floor, legs wide open. Kathy was again pinching the hose, using that high-pressure water on my… vajay-jay. Kathy said she was washing me, and she was; but after she had fingered me and now she was doing this, it was too much.
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>>2298338 It happened. I almost fell to the front.
“C-careful, Melanie! Jeez! Did you really just… from me, using the hose? Did you just really…?”
“I’m sorry…” not really.
“Ugh. You’re a disgusting girl. A bad girl. Melanie, you’re a bad girl.”
“I didn’t mean to. It just happened.”
“Shut up. You need me to punish you. Give me your hand. We’re going to go to the showers and you’re going to tell people what you did.”
a) Lady unintentionally discloses her identity to Lisa and Jill.
b) Lisa and Jill are only told there’s this new rude girl. Don’t mind her.
c) Lady, in order to keep her secret, has to act like an actual girl. If she messes up she’ll regret it.
d) Lady (and Aria) are to be washed. Lady has toxic waste all over her.
e) Any of the other events piqued your interest? Speak up.
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>>2298339 D + B, let's all get cleaned up from the day's activities and head back to the cabin. Carmen may have figured it out, but we can leave Lisa and Jill guessing for a little while.
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>>2298339 CD Of course Lady will fail spectacularly but they don't have any reasons to be suspicious
E Hell at the baths from Tonya's POV
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>>2298339 D + BC
So much potential for mischief :>
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>>2298152 Last time I posted at work in a hurry. Didn't get to comment, that was an appropriate one for that part.
>>2298411 Fairly fitting. Some cats fight; some cats take it but cry the whole way.
>>2298339 I hated the cold and wet sensation. I hated when my hair got soaked and then stuck to the places of my body; much more so now that it had grown so long from one day to the other. I yowled, wallowing in my misery.
“Don’t be sad, Aria!” Carmen, who was washing my hair, started petting me. “We’re… almost halfway done.”
“Yooooowl…” those were terrible news.
“Ignore her, she likes the drama,” Erika cruelly stated. She was in charge of keeping me from jumping, shaking, running away and scratching. She also washed what she could reach.
“It’s not about drama! This is life and death!” I corrected.
“Yup, no drama at all. Taking a bath is life and death. Sure,” Erika rolled her eyes and because she was at my back maybe she thought I couldn’t see her, she was making a circle with her index finger close to her temple.
“It is!” I stressed. “What if there’s not sun for a while to dry and my temperature lowers and I catch a cold and die! What if we can’t find anything to eat and because I have to heat myself I spend valuable nutrients and starve? What then? What if the water weighs me down and predator gets me?”
“You cannot get sick; you are not able to,” Medea, busy cleaning on her own, responded.
At least she didn’t deny the other possibilities I stated, unlike Erika who was finding things to criticize in my ideas at every turn. Lady was very quiet. I could see her in front of me. She had been instructed to vigorously wash everything all over to get rid of any remnants of the toxic waste of the clothes she was wearing and the steam she let out.
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>>2298923 While Lady had been warned that not doing her job right would warrant Erika to do it for her – something Lady was quite reluctant to allow –, the girl was mostly entranced by the examination of her own body. Lady kept turning limbs and turning her head in an exercise of never-ending curiosity. Lady was particularly fascinated with her behind, as far as I could tell. Maybe it was the fact she couldn’t get a good look at it. She was also avoiding the area near her crotch; both touching it and seeing it.
“Yo, Lady D. Quick question,” Erika began making conversation while holding me down and Carmen easing me into my bath.
“I should be the one asking questions,” Lady brought a point that would have been otherwise valid; Lady was not forbidden from asking questions, she was just not asking them.
Erika dismissed the argument, regardless. “No shit question. Do you think you’re hot?”
“The rack is too small,” Lady spoke like her answer was already prepared or at least had given some thought to it. She kept her examination without minding us.
“Seriously? That’s all there’s to it?”
“That’s all there’s to it,” Lady affirmed.
“What about the face? Or the ass you’re taking a good, hard look at?” Erika inquired, upset. Either Erika was offended because she didn’t have an impressive breast size herself, or like me didn’t appreciate a girl as cute as Lady being unappreciative of her looks just on the size of her mammary glands alone, which Lady’s were quite nice-looking to begin with.
“This is merely disparagement on her side,” Medea opined. I also happened to think so. “She refuses to be content with her new appearance regardless of circumstances. Acceptance of new circumstances come with time,” she sadly sighed.
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>>2298924 “Well; boo-fucking-hoo; though shit. You were the one who messed with witches,” Erika hollered, upset. “’Oh, woe is fucking me; I’ve got skin smooth as silk; I’ve got nice hair without ever having to take care of it; after being some fatass I’m now thin and fit with no stretch marks…’”
“I wasn’t fat!” Lady complained, showing the first ounce of real vanity I had ever seen on her. “I was bulking!”
“Shut up. You don’t appreciate how good you have it. Now, listen here; we’ll introduce you around to test you. You’re going to start acting like what you are now and if anyone so much as thinks you’re a tomboy… oh, shit; I don’t want to think what’s going to happen to the poor soles of your feet or your armpits.”
Lady, feeling vulnerable and defenseless, hurried to shield her body, making a special effort to cover under her arms. She was terrified.
*
I had been in the lead for basically the whole race. I had suffered pretty severe humiliations. Running basically naked with one slim ribbon covering all of my privates I could almost forgive and forget; the whole rope business was almost water under the bridge; having to take off even the ribbon and touch myself in front of Dugald while he was telling me what to do I guess I could eventually get over; and honestly that close encounter with Juniper was more than okay and taught me many things about myself; what really bothered me was the reward all I had done had gotten me.
I had gotten fourth place; I had paid the entry fee and after everything I hadn’t even broke even. Was it too much to ask? Just a pair of panties? This was foul play; it was because I was the only one who ever stepped up to Jill and her stupid Panty Raider stuff back when she was stealing the clothes. She had given me my points unfairly, I was sure of it. I started to convince people to take what was actually ours and go get the clothes.
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>>2298927 We almost did it; we almost stood against tyranny. Then? Kathy, one of Jill’s lackeys promised everyone enough points for a pair of panties if they behaved, even the boys. I could have probably tried to keep the thing going but was too tired after everything. A pair of panties tomorrow was good enough. All I wanted was a hot shower and to go to sleep.
The problem was, that was everyone else also wanted. Going to sleep without a shower was not something anyone was going to do. We were covered in dirt and grime and it felt like we had run a marathon. I was exhausted and still drew from strength I didn’t know to have to make it to the showers. I wasn’t the first one, but I was again in the top five. I got a shower booth all to myself… for like ten seconds
It was like a tidal wave of naked girls. So many they made the walls shake. A true stampede. I could feel under my bare feet how they made everything vibrate. And the shrieking; it was horrible and very scary. They started pouring in like… well, like the drops of water coming out from the showerhead above me. Like a gas, they filled the whole place up in a second.
Like six or seven girls entered my booth; it wasn’t even because they wanted to; people from behind kept pushing them in and it was a chain reaction. They sandwiched me to the wall, the shower knobs poking my sides and no way to move.
I screamed, of course. I screamed for all the good it did me. Everyone else was doing it, too.
“Get out of here! I was here first!” I said.
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>>2298929 “S-sorry! I can’t! I can’t even move!” Leslie said. She didn’t need to tell me, they were pressing her head against my boobs so hard it hurt. I wasn’t saying it to her, either. Or anyone in particular.
In my booth, there were also Edith and Tammy from the people I could recognize in the middle of all the confusion. No one was having a good time. From the sounds of it someone bit someone else’s butt because she was ‘asphyxiating’ and I didn’t doubt it for a second.
After a lot more screaming and pushing and kicking the girls at the very back had this brilliant idea: they stopped pushing before they got someone killed. Such a genius idea they couldn’t come up with on their own, of course. It was Juniper who suggested there was a whole other set of showers just to the side.
“B-but! Those are for the boys…! What if…?” some moron started.
I had had enough about the fucking knob throbbing on my back now, and I screamed.
“YOU ARE ALREADY NAKED! THERE ARE NO BOYS SHOWERING RIGHT NOW! FIFTY PEOPLE WON’T GET THEIR TURN BEFORE HOURS! GET. OUT!”
I was not the only one shouting them to move their lazy asses before someone got hurt. Half of us were already getting crushed and if nothing was done I was going to start biting butts if I had to.
It was messy, but half of the girls left. That still left at least twenty or twenty five remaining. The shower room for the boys was smaller… and smellier I would imagine so most of us were still here. We had ten booths so that was two girls for each booth, three for some. Some had to wait outside, some would go in and shower together.
I was in the worst case scenario myself; three girls in my booth, all together. I had Tammy who I really didn’t like because she was such a hypocrite; and then Leslie who I hadn’t really talked to before.
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>>2298930 “Sorry, they pushed me inside… I know you got here first,” Leslie said. She sounded sincere, too. I got a good first impression. Sure, this girl was okay.
“Can I just rinse my face real quick? I can’t see!” Tammy demanded, stepping forward.
I got out of her way, understanding if she had something in her eyes she had priority, but still didn’t like her how bossy she was about it.
a) Enough fun at the showers, focus on something else.
b) Tammy and Tonya get into a fight. Leslie stops them the only way she can think how.
c) Melanie comes out of nowhere and starts saying embarrassing nonsense.
d) Placid and peaceful shower. Tonya and Leslie meet, Tammy is there. Regular stuff.
e) Ruth and Yuri, Tonya’s neighbors use each other to fantasize about someone else.
*
I felt like maybe only two seconds had gone by since Carmen turned off the lights and closed the door saying she was going to take a bath. I heard the door open again and the light bulb hanging from the ceiling blinded me. I grunted and covered my face with Aria’s pillow. I knew it was Aria’s because the filling started to spill when I pressed it. I grunted more.
“Sorry, did we wake you up?” that was Erika’s voice.
I didn’t answer, and just kicked at the air from under the covers. I just wanted to sleep. “Where’s Aria?” I asked, since Erika was here and I remembered out kitty was missing. I tried taking the pillow off my face but that was a bad idea if I ever had one. I covered my eyes as I could and waited to get adjusted to the light.
I didn’t get an answer, but something very fast jumped and got into the bed with me. It was wet and warm. It was also purring. I hugged it.
“Now she’s your problem,” that was Erika again, but I had heard many more people enter the cabin. “She’s mad at us because we gave her a bath.”
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>>2298931 “Kirby’s been looking for you,” I informed her, now that I remembered. I positioned to my side, facing Aria; she felt so tiny now.
“Yeah, Carmen already told me. Hey, you okay to stand? There’s someone I want you to meet.”
“I know everyone in camp,” I told her; I had learned everyone’s names, too. The ones I didn’t learn I gave a nickname to.
“Not this one, you don’t. She’s a late arrival. She’s your type, I think. Like Aria, or Melanie; that type.”
I was deathly tired and in no mood to do anything and still curious about this new one. My eyes had just adjusted, I opened them slowly and took a look at someone Erika was proudly putting next to my bed.
Sure enough; she was the petite kind like Aria or Melanie; around that age, too. She wasn’t as pale as Medea but her skin looked weird; like it was made of something soft. She was thin, but not too thin. I could see her ribs. She was naked already; her areolas around her small nips were among the smallest I had seen in camp. She had very narrow shoulder and didn’t look like someone who was used to exercising much or at all. ‘Princess’, was the word that came to mind; to complete the illusion was her face with big, expressive eyes and a tiny, flat but cute nose; just like a baby’s. She was scared of something, I wasn’t sure what but with an educated guess I decided it was because of Erika; probably because she had been stripped. I doubted the poor thing came naked to camp.
Like Erika told me, this girl wasn’t someone I already knew. She was a pretty brunette who looked as delicate as a small animal and yet had some air about her… like some fire in her eyes even though she was so frail. I couldn’t decide if I liked her but I was curious.
“Hi, I’m Jill. You’re going to be hearing a lot of things about me. Don’t get worried, okay? We’re just having fun here. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”
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>>2298932 “Hello, Jill. It is very… nice to meet you,” she sounded robotic and out of her element. Her voice was actually nice and kind of musical; a lot like Medea. I wondered if I could have her sing.
“So you came late to camp, huh?” It was a little rude, but I took a better look at her. She was all au natural, and that didn’t have anything to do with the fact she was completely bare down to not even wearing shoes. She didn’t shave her legs, pubes, and if she lifted her arms I half-expected her armpits were the same. Maybe it was because of her skin; being a delicate princess couldn’t be all fun and games.
“Your manners! You have to introduce yourself,” Erika scolded her. I didn’t know what the deal was but Erika sounded very familiar and a little resentful. Was it someone Erika knew from somewhere?
“Oh, sorry. Nice to meet you; my name is…”
“Your name is…?” Erika pressed her. Odd.
“My name is Lady,” she said. Lady. It completed the princess image; it was fitting. She obviously did not like her name. That was fine, I could give her a nickname.
“Hi, Princess!” What a reaction! She didn’t like that, either. Oh, well; it suited her too well; she would get used to it. “I have the impression Erika brought you to me for something. Is there something you need?”
1) To teach her how to shave. Do be careful; the skin doesn’t betray the appearance.
2) Lady’s never had a friend before and Erika wondered if Jill could “take care” of her.
3) Lady screws up, Jill notices but doesn’t disclose it.
4) Lady quite literally doesn’t own a single thing and asks Jill for shelter.
5) Lady gets tired of this and goes do her own thing. She’ll keep Medea’s promises.
6) Erika teases and messes with Lady just to find out the breaking point.
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>>2298933 B sounds like a scene with a lot of potential.
I wonder how Jill would react to 4. Only one way to find out!
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>>2298933 BCE The natural course of action
4 For the lol into 5
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>>2298933 Cant decide between b) and e)
6) + 4) sounds lovely, spiced up with a bit of mischief on Erika's part.
Would save 2) for later... Its way too early for this treat and to be honest, she just hasn't earned it yet ;)
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Quite late delivery and rushed as fuck, but here it is.
>>2298933 From what Tammy had told me any reasonable person would assume that she was going to rinse her face, get whatever was on her eyes out of it, and then back off. No, she started showering. I had been here first, and she was acting like the place was all hers. What a bitch!
I was not going to discuss. I got close from the side and pushed her away with my hips, getting under where the hot water was dropping. “H-hey! Watch it!” she hissed.
“You’re done with your face, aren’t you?” I like showering facing the showerhead, but couldn’t in this case. “If you’re done, please get out and wait for your turn.”
“It is my turn!” the bigheaded blonde airhead somehow figured. “You already said it was okay!”
“To get something out of your eyes, not take MY turn!” I had decided that I was not going to discuss andshe was dragging it out. “This is my shower until I’m done. If you don’t like it run faster next time.”
“I’m already soaked! Am I supposed to wait here for however long it takes you?”
It fucking made me angry. What a self-important narcissist! Did she really not get what she was saying? “Oh, but I suppose it’s fine for ME to wait for however long it takes YOU even though I was here first.”
I didn’t know what I expected. Maybe for her to see her own double standards and back off. Maybe go to another booth and cut a deal there. “Yes! Because you already had given me your turn!” she said, instead.
She pushed me. I hit the knobs again. My ribs, again. I pushed her back. She slipped on the wet bathroom tiles and tripped. Her big ass hit the floor with a funny splash. I laughed. The bitch kicked me in the shins. It fucking hurt! I had had about enough of her. Before she could stand up I got on top of her and made sure she stayed there. If this is how she wanted it this is how she was going to get it!
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>>2299390 *
Who really started it? The girl with the big boobies said she only wanted to wash her face. Tonya let her but then the other one took too long and Tonya got mad and pushed her, Tonya got pushed back. From where I was standing it was not Tonya’s fault and we weren’t friends or anything but I kind of felt I had to side with her.
Tonya got on top of the other girl, the blonde kicked and screamed and I got scared and backed to the well so they wouldn’t get kicked. It was a mess all around us and there was the sound of water running and no one came to stop them. They grabbed each other by the hair and I got scared someone could get hurt. They were both older than me, what could I do?
“Let go you bitch!”
“You let go, and get out of my shower!”
“This is my shower!”
They yelled and rolled and pulled and the only idea I could come up with was what I learned in the race. In the race, we were not allowed to hurt each other like Tonya and the other girl were doing; but we still could take each other ribbons with some… weird ways. I had seen them, I had tried some. Would they work here? If it didn’t work they could get mad at me and I could end up with them on top slapping me.
“Stop! You have to stop! There’s water for everyone!” I tried to calm them but they wouldn’t listen
Tonya was still on top and she was the oldest and tallest. She was going to seriously hurt the other girl. I would have to do it after all. It would still be pretty bad, invading someone’s… privacy like that, but if I didn’t it could be much worse.
The blonde girl, who now I remembered was named Tammy – Tonya screamed her name between insults here and there but I already knew it just forgot –, had stopped fighting back and was covering her face. Tonya keep slapping her almost never getting to hit Tammy’s face.
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>>2299391 I was going to do it. I was the only one there, I had to. Because of how Tonya was sitting on Tammy I couldn’t reach where I wanted, but there was this other place I could use. It was kind of icky to use that other place, but the shower was right here anyways. Also, that other place worked better anyways.
I did it; I just did it. Because Tonya’s legs were all apart it went easy. It was only one finger. Tonya did stop. I had done it!
“Leslie… what the hell are you doing in my butt?”
“I’ll… I’ll let you if you stop hitting her,” I told her. “If… if you don’t I’ll go deeper!”
Tonya looked at me. She looked scary. I wanted to let go but already told her that I wouldn’t so I couldn’t. She was angry, I knew it. “You know what? Go nuts,” she said. “But whatever you do there I’m going to do to you later unless you’re out of there in five seconds.”
Tonya continued slapping Tammy. I didn’t know what to do. I had seen it work in the race! Girls would stick their fingers in those places and stop others from moving! Why was it not working here? Was I doing something wrong? Elmira was great at this. I wished she was here, she would know what to do.
“Ah! Eeek! Leslie. No, wait, wait, wait! Oooh, oooh!” I tried going deeper and hooking a finger like I was picking up a bottle from the hole you drink from.
Tonya did not like that, she stopped slapping Tammy and did her best to keep moving with my hand. It probably hurt a lot.
“Just get off her! You already won!” I made Tonya stand and she did. I felt like a puppeteer. “S-she started it!” Tonya said.
“She didn’t win!” Tammy took the chance and pushed Tonya again. My finger was still inside and I wasn’t fast enough to take it out. I kind of twisted poor Tonya’s inside when she got pushed.
Tammy ran away and slipped again. She got up and kept running. No matter what Tammy said, I thought Tonya had won.
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>>2299392 I took my finger out of Tonya’s butt and started washing it. Tonya didn’t get up, but she spoke when I was done. “You know what I’m going to have to do you now, right?”
She had told me what would happen so there was nothing to it. “I’m really sorry if it counts for something,” I confessed. Tammy had been a coward and she probably had started to. I shouldn’t have helped her. I just didn’t want people getting hurt for something dumb. Now I was going to get it.
Tonya got up and close to me from behind. I didn’t try to run, there was no point. I took a deep breath and separated my legs some, grabbing into the walls so I didn’t trip. “Sorry doesn’t cut it,” Tonya told me.
“I know.”
It wasn’t THAT terrible. More than anything it was weird, having something down there. Tonya could have done that all day long for all I cared, but then she started moving inside. It was not just a little weird; it was very weird! Then Tonya, maybe because she was mad I wasn’t making faces or something, she started… going in and out. It wasn’t just weird then; it was another whole other kind of thing.
“Tonya… how long are you…?” I did my best to ask. It was not that I hated it. Actually, I would say the problem was that I didn’t hate it. It didn’t feel right to be doing those things.
“Oh, sorry…!” Tonya took her finger out. That was some relief. Or was it? “I think we’re even now; more than even. It was just that you looked like you… never mind. Sorry, I guess I was toying with you.”
I could understand that. I knew why she could think that.
“You don’t… have to stop if you don’t want to.”
It was very embarrassing to say it, but was it that bad? We had been in the same race, seen the same things; been there, done that. She had fun doing it, I didn’t mind her… messing there. People weren’t watching. What was the problem?
*
“Yuri, they’re getting frisky in there,” Ruth giggled.
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>>2299394 She had been peeping on the other side of the shower. Well, I had, too. Who wouldn’t look if there were people fighting? The thing about Ruth was that she kept watching even after they stopped fighting and they started… whatever the hell that was.
Ruth had beaten me to this shower; I had brought – stolen and planning to give back – the soap. One of us soaped, the other one rinsed. We switched every now and then. It was efficient and much better than fighting or waiting for my turn.
Our shower was the farthest, in the corner, to the left side from the entrance to the showers. It was the only shower cubicle with this little slope on the wall. It was probably meant to leave one’s soap or shampoo or something; and I didn’t know why none of the other shower mini-rooms had theirs. Whatever the case, it was easy to stand on it and watch the other side.
“Ruth, you’re rubbing your legs together,” I pointed out. “Don’t get too excited.”
“W-what’s it to you?” she wanted to sound angry but was just embarrassed. “You get more time under the shower, don’t you? What’s does it matter to you, then?” she jumped down carefully.
“Go join them, if you want,” I shrugged. I had a girl crush and what happened under those ropes was… interesting. I wasn’t judging. “Or finger yourself, who cares?”
“Well, if I remember right you’re not miss freaking fucking perfect, are you?” what had crawled up her ass? Anyways, she wasn’t getting what I was saying.
“Calm down! Why so on edge? I’m sorry I said anything, alright?”
Ruth leaned to the wall with her arms crossed, mumbling something. Why was she so angry? I got my turn under the shower and told her so. She hadn’t soaped anything. She bumped my shoulder on purpose when we crossed.
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>>2299395 “Alright, Ruth. Why are you mad at me?” I said, I wasn’t getting dragged into any more stupid stuff. “Was it what I said? I already told you I’m sorry. What else do you want?” I looked right at her and wouldn’t blink. It was hard because of the water raining on us but I wasn’t backing down.
“F-forget it,” she gave me her back and started washing. I touched her shoulder until she got annoyed and faced me again. “What?”
I kissed her. It was nothing; our tongues barely touched. I gave a step back. This sort of thing didn’t mean anything anymore; not with anyone at camp. “I get that you’re embarrassed,” I said, starting to rub myself with both hands, maintaining eye contact, “I mean it; okay? Want to Jill off watching them go to town? Go right ahead.”
Did that finally show her what I meant? I wasn’t judging her. I wasn’t making fun of her. It was fine if she did her own stuff.
“I’m… I don’t know anymore!” she said, almost crying. What the hell was going through this crazy bitch’s mind? “I really don’t. Before this camp I never did anything of this! Never, ever! A-and when I did it with Jill I was drunk; passed out drunk. A-and about Aria, it’s the tail! Nothing more! Y-you get it, don’t you? You do get it!”
I let her keep talking. It took me two minutes to find out what was going on with her. She was struggling with a lot of stuff about sexuality and whatnot; and after what she had done in the race she was now insecure. She cried and I let her get it out. I told her – although she already knew – I had a crush on Aria; a legit crush. She told me she had a crush on Jill. We laughed about it. We talked about what happened back at the clinic; I reminded her what she told me about homophobia. She found herself agreeing with me.
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>>2299396 “The race was not really us, okay?” It didn’t need to be said but I did it anyway. “Everyone knows that whatever the hell happened because of the ropes doesn’t count.” She didn’t say anything, just nodded. “I did it with Bertha, Monique and that girl, the Asian one; Jane. Then when they made tents for us I did it with Paulina. You?”
She took her time. I let her. “I’m… not sure how many. I know Lisa was there, I uh… kind of ate her ass,” Ruth laughed nervously. “Someone ate me out, I don’t know who. Dixie was there.”
“And at the tents?”
“Aria,” she sounded more confident. “She had a tent and was doing people for free. I figured, why not?” I had also gotten Aria’s service back then, but hadn’t seen Ruth on the line.
Ruth was distracted, her hands fidgeting everyone. In one of those fidgets they made it near my hips. She took her hand away like I had been on fire. I grabbed her hand and put it there. I smiled at her, she smiled back.
“I am not a lesbian, though,” she said again.
“Neither am I,” and that was the truth.
I kissed her once more, this time for real.
*
Lady was struggling, rattling her head for what to tell Jill. I understood; Erika had only rehearsed a few things and what Jill was asking was not one of those. Jill was warm and dry. I nuzzled to her and she let me get between her arms. She started to pet me and I guided her hands under my neck. I was in heaven. I chirruped in happiness.
“Well, Lady D?” Erika kept pressing poor Lady.
“C-can you help a… can you help me out?” Lady barely managed to articulate. “Y-you’re not going to believe this but I don’t have anything to my name. Not a house, no clothes, no food. No nothing. It’s complicated but from where I’m standing most homeless are filthy rich; with their clothes and their cans of quarters and…”
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>>2299398 Erika nudged her. Lady was supposed to ‘speak pretty’, however that could be interpreted. Erika was doing the wrong thing. Jill was going to notice something was going on that way faster.
“Sorry, Princess! I don’t give free clothes out. Sorry, my friend Erika should have explained that to you first before you had to ask me. We don’t make exceptions, but you can earn some if you want.”
“I just want a place to stay,” Lady almost interrupted Jill, who thankfully figured Erika was using Lady to beg for the now precious clothing and nothing more. “Because of certain someones I can’t stay where I used to anymore. I got another place after that; but I can’t stay there either no more because I’m told I would freeze to death; again because of certain someones.”
“Oh, I think I understand now,” Jill kept making me the happiest cat alive while talking. I rolled and exposed my vulnerable belly in appreciation. “So Erika found this stray puppy and thought to adopt it. Why ask me, though? I’m the new girl in this cabin. Or must everyone give the okay or something?”
“Huh, that actually came out of nowhere,” Erika remarked. “Nah, I don’t think it’s a good idea to let this one stay. Sure, you can keep her if you think you can manage her; but anything that happens is not my fault.”
“Then what did you bring her here for?” Jill questioned, confused as both her assumptions had been shut down in succession.
“Introductions. I thought you’d like meeting her,” Erika let go off Lady and jumped to her bunk, which bounced. “Whoops, almost crushed the mic. Well, anyway; my job here is done. Goodbye, Lady D! You’re not my problem anymore.”
“Whoa! Whoa! Not your problem anymore? What the f… what was the point of everything then? Messing with me?” Lady stopped herself just in time from cursing. She did not want to incur in the wrath of Erika’s fingers.
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>>2299399 “I was just experimenting and have most likely saved at least one life,” Medea confessed, also jumping to her own bed and starting checking her own phone. “You are free to do as you like, Lady.”
Medea had made an impossible jump from the middle of the cabin to the superior bunk in front of Lady. While Lady didn’t know the nature of Medea’s particularities, it didn’t surprise her on the slightest, but Jill did notice that Medea was not hiding her superhuman prowess from the newcomer. Medea had never stated she had any desire to keep anything hidden from Jill, after all.
“Sure, you can stay! We may not have enough beds; but you can sleep with me!” Jill invited, part curiosity of how everyone seemed so familiar with Lady and part feeling sorry for the girl who apparently had been left abandoned.
Erika started to laugh. “Y-yeah, sleep with Jill! Cuddle with her aaaall night! Absolutely you should do that.”
*
“J-Jill! J-Jill!”
Ruth had her eyes closed and was calling Jill’s name as I ate her out. I didn’t really mind. I kind of was trying to imagine I was with Aria, after all. Thinking I was doing it with Aria always made things easier for me. Ruth was making the fantasy hard, because she calling Jill with a loud voice that was definitely not Aria’s.
I wasn’t even horny. I didn’t know why I was doing it, we just started and couldn’t stop. Ruth touched me and kissed me and licked me and slid a finger here and there but I wasn’t really getting off or anything. I didn’t even want to. This Ruth girl needed it bad and I didn’t mind giving it to her; that was all.
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>>2299399 Ruth was letting me take the lead, and whatever I told her to do she did. She sat upside down with her neck to the floor and her legs wide open, her pussy all open and inviting. Ruth let me put my tongue inside, and molest her until she did this little, cute noises. She also let me kind of try what Tonya was still doing to that other poor girl a thin wall across us.
Ruth tried to give back what she could. I didn’t stop her; thinking she could feel offended if I told her I didn’t really mind if she did anything at all or not. Ruth had a huge fixation with grabbing my butt and squeezing it; and sometimes fingers got inside places they were welcome to explore if so they wanted.
Having oral sex in the shower was new. Ruth’s pussy was getting stimulated a lot; the water was raining all over her because how I had her sit and then I was tonguing her clit; I was kind of curious what it felt like, to be honest. She was making a lot of noise, which was fine if that was what she wanted. Tonya was also making that other chick sing and we were making a chorus. Other girls in the other showers were giggling, they all know what was going on.
And it was fine. We were just having fun.
a) Lady has had enough of this and goes out to do her own thing.
b) Lady makes a request she shouldn’t have and Jill makes her a woman.
c) A very serious discussion is had about the future of The Game.
d) Jill gets horrifying news and goes out in a rage to look for Kathy.
e) Lisa arrives and thinks this new girl is just precious.
f) Anything else you want going on? We have Yuri, Melanie, Tonya and many more. Basically, name a girl (or woman) in camp and she’s bound to be doing something interesting.
Gnattering Yawn
>>2299403 B, Lady's still adjusting to her new situation so this is the most likely time for her to get swept up in this without really having time to think about it, and Jill's probably recovered enough to accommodate.
E, we'll want the whole cabin together before doing C, so introducing Lisa to Lady is a good step. D sounds fun but can wait for a bit later.
F, Lauren and her cabin, we haven't seen them in a while and it sounds like they might have an interesting perspective somewhat removed from the emotions of being in the thick of it.
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>>2299403 E + B
save C for later when everyone has returned for the night.
Anonymous
Plant
>>2299403 E
C for later, considering the point of The Game™ is the garnering of emotions it may not be needed because of Jill
(Btw want to make a petition that of course Medea gathered tf out of the emotions at the race
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>>2299661 Medea did gather all of it. And it was used up. Sorry, probably wasn't clear enough.
Also, part is basically ready to go. Waiting for one more vote.
Anonymous
>>2299403 token vote for B, E, F
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>>2299701 Gotcha, then. Works for me. I owe you guys a few hours so here's the part early.
>>2299419 Wanted to comment on how much I liked that image for Tonya. Shame about the boobs; that's obviously an A cup.
>>2299403 “I will not be sleeping in the cold then, at least,” Lady quickly accepted the invitation offered to her.
Medea only owned two bath towels plus three small ones. We dried what we could. Erika tried to dry Lady, who refused. I did my best, but my hair still felt too uncomfortably damp. Every bath meant a significant setback in the way I liked to smell. I started grooming.
Lady, who was out of the loop, had also been let into what had happened around camp in the last few days. Video evidence was provided. Lady was fairly distraught. “So things were getting so fun here and I was out there roughing it up,” I was not sure I cared for how pessimistic she could be.
“But now you’re part of the fun as well,” I addressed that problem. Who knows what tomorrow could be? And we still had a few days of camp left.
“Yeah… guess I am. Thought I’m missing some important things to really appreciate it all, if you know what I mean,” Lady made an insinuation I rather she didn’t. Erika elbowed her again.
“Well, this girl is something else, isn’t she?” Jill commented on Lady. “She says she missed the fun? Ha! So she’s one of the few who gets it. Even on the Panty Raiders everyone was too embarrassed at first to enjoy it all.”
“All the boys get it, if that’s how you see it,” Carmen casually revealed. She was the only one of us who was still uneasy when around Lady; and I had noticed how she did her best to not show between her legs. I did it, too; of course, but that was mostly because I didn’t like almost anyone watching my body too much, I didn’t limit it to Lady.
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>>2299715 “Must be paradise for them.” Jill stretched and yawned. “They mostly don’t get to touch; but they get to see a lot. They don’t have to do anything for it, either. Take, take, take. Must be nice to be them right now.”
“Yeah, must be nice,” Lady resentfully glanced at Erika.
“Which is also kind of weird for you to not be like all those cowards,” Jill continued her thought. “Don’t get me wrong, but you don’t look the kind with a lot of experience.”
“Heh, you think I’m a virgin or something?” Lady felt taunted, despite not being the case. “Not here because everyone’s a prick or a bitch; but I’ll let you know that back home I get pussy thrown at me at the daily,” she boasted.
“Oh, so you’re gay, huh?” Jill quickly accepted with a beaming smile. “You’re going to LOVE it here.”
Before the predictable and yet unavoidable happened, Erika hurried to close shut Lady’s voice, who was about to yell “I’m not gay!” with extreme offense. Lady was basically a newborn. You couldn’t hold much against her she didn’t get a clue of how it all worked yet.
“She’s gay alright,” Erika answered on Lady’s behalf, who was muffling and struggling angrily with Erika covering her mouth. “She’s a lesbian,” she said the word slowly, enunciating it to make a point. “She loves girls,” again with the enunciation and emphasis on the last word. “She hates dick.”
“’course I hate dick!” Lady broke free and took a deep breath. “I get it, okay?” she eyed Erika dangerously. “Yes, I’m a lesbian; the Queen of all ‘em carpet munchers. Any problem with that?” she challenged Jill. “Still want to sleep in the same bed as me?”
“Sounds like you think I can’t handle you,” Jill laid face down with her legs languidly kicking on the air and her head slightly raised. She was having such fun entertaining Lady while also not taking her seriously.
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>>2299718 To all of us, poor Lady looked like nothing more than a child bragging in front of pros.
“Sounds like you think you can,” Lady dared. Jill laughed.
“I’ll take you on anytime Princess. I don’t care where or who’s watching. Out in the open, in public, or right now. You can show me what you got, then,” Jill might have been exhausted, but it was still a nefariously unequal contest if it were to take place. Lady had no idea of what she was getting into.
“Y-you think… you think I don’t have the b- the guts? I’ll do it! Don’t you f- damn… don’t you dare me ‘cuz ah will! Don’t you be telling me you’re sorry later!”
“Oooh, she speaks big,” Jill derided her, playfully biting her own pinkie. “Alright, big, bad girl. I’m all yours. Aria, go to another bed.”
“Meow!” I resented being pushed away from surfaces.
*
“Hey, Laurie. Hey, Paulina,” Monique greeted us. She looked as tired as I felt.
We were the last in. Hilda was on her bed, comfortably reading beneath her sheets. She was probably the only person in camp who didn’t go to the event and I was starting to think that was the right choice. Wendy was by the window, eating cookies whole to not make a mess; she offered me one and I took it.
Monique was on my bed, not that I minded. She looked absolutely beat, wouldn’t even lift her head when we came in; barely kept an eye open.
“Had fun at your little game?” Hilda asked. She already knew the answer; and besides I didn’t want to tell her about what happened and have her nosebleeds start again.
“You were right, it was awful!” I admitted, I jumped to Monique’s side who didn’t even move other than the bouncing of the bunk.
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>>2299719 “I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” Wendy said. “You got a pair of panties, don’t you?”
“They’re not really mine. It’s my uniform; I can only wear them over my head,” I explained for like the third time. “Monique, move to the side. I don’t fit; my butt is out of the bed.”
Monique grunted but did move to let me into my own bed. I ate the cookie Wendy gave me. A chocolate chip fell to the side. Monique got it before I could. Never was anyone too tired for chocolate.
“So… crazy stuff, huh?” Wendy started. We hadn’t really had the time to speak to each other about it. I hardly saw any of them during the race or in the showers; except for Paulina… we had shared a little too much with each other and I kind of didn’t want to talk about it.
“Ugh, everything’s going to hurt in the morning,” Monique said, lifting an arm and letting it fall. It fell above me and out of nowhere she held me close. I was still busy chewing and could only do a weird noise to communicate that it was very unexpected. “Laurie! Call Aria! Tell her to come here!”
Monique liked Aria a lot. She was too shy to go ask for her on her own, and probably too tired to try.
“Did any of you felt it? What happened at the ropes?” Wendy had a mind to speak about something and she wasn’t getting stopped. “I’ve been around the block, I’ll have you know. All over the place. That was the first time… I ever saw anything like it. And it was some strong stof! Where did it come from? It must have been really expensive, or… well, gesmokkeld,” Wendy didn’t often speak sentences that were too long. Her English wasn’t perfect, just very good. She was excited.
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>>2299721 Paulina got her phone, plugged her earphones and gave it to Hilda. “Hilda, just put these on. You don’t want to hear this.”
Hilda didn’t ask any questions. She put those ear buds in and faced away from us. It was probably better that way, although if you asked me whatever she was doing couldn’t be all that healthy. Denial was dumb, Jill had taught me that; maybe I would tell her about Hilda later.
“What ‘stof’ have you tried?” Paulina asked after she made sure Hilda couldn’t hear. “Do I even want to know?”
“You probably don’t,” said Wendy, and she sounded proud. “Enough to know that what we tasted back then wasn’t normal.”
“Maybe because we didn’t inhale or drink; it was vaginal. I hear stuff works different depending on that. You don’t mean to say you’ve tried every drug there is through your cooch, do you?” Monique asked. She had a point.
“It wasn’t normal. I still feel… wekken. Very, very much. I’m wet and everything. I’m not creeping anyone out, am I?”
“Not at all,” I said. “I know you’re not creeping Paulina out, either.”
“So, this stuff was too dangerous and weird. What are you going to do about it?” Monique was asking all the questions. “I say let it go. What does it matter? We’ll detox anyway, it’s not like we’ll deal with whatever they gave us every day.”
“I didn’t say dangerous,” Wendy said, a little angry. “It was something I had never seen, that’s all. Maybe it was Dugald; he knows how to get things like that. I’m going to ask him tomorrow. Maybe get a little for back home.” No one spoke for a while. “What? Am I the only one thinking it? Say what you want but that was amazing.”
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>>2299722 >>2299722 She was referring to the orgy. And we weren’t quiet because she had said something inappropriate.
“Yeah.”
“Just wish we weren’t being watched.”
“I could go for it some other time.”
“Then it’s settled! Tomorrow we’ll ask Jill where she got the stuff!” Paulina decided or all of us.
*
Lady had definitely not thought this through. It was evident she was extremely sensitive and delicate by how she cowered in terror by Erika’s fingers merely glancing her pretty skin. When Jill put her hands on the poor girl, I had never felt such a mixture of jealousy and pity.
“A-are you okay? It’s like you’ve never been touched before!” Jill enthused, worried herself.
Lady was nearly passed out. Her eyes went blank and her legs jerked like a dog with very little self-control getting a belly-rub. The worst part is that Jill had not even inserted a finger. How could she? Lady had absolutely lost control whenever Jill so much as approached the vulva. Lady was the most sensitive person I had ever seen by orders of magnitude.
Lady was sweating, completely red all over in a way that did not look healthy. She was panting like she was going to die. I looked at her from my beam on the roof. I was blushing just from the sight. I was pretty sure that if I tried my tail on her she would faint; heck, she could have a heart attack!
“Wh-what the hell was that?” Lady questioned, like Jill had done something fancy or out of the ordinary. She had barely touched Lady…
“Oh, nothing. You’re just the virginest maiden who I’ve ever… I thought you were faking it at first! No one is that… Medea, where the hell did you get this girl from?”
“Don’t answer the question,” Erika intervened, enjoying Jill remaining in the dark.
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>>2299724 “Alright, don’t tell me. I already know something’s up,” Jill said with a smile. “And I’m going to figure it out. And you,” she told Lady. “You’re not ready for this. Not by a long shot. Go and uh… take the matter into your own hands, if you know what I mean. Maybe even that’s too much.”
“I was… surprised, that’s all,” Lady lied, wheezing comically.
My ears turned, then I turned. Medea was the second to notice. Footsteps approached the cabin. The rest of the girls only noticed when the door opened.
“Oh, everyone’s already here. Hey, who’s this?”
Lisa would have pointed to Lady, who was still on my bed struggling to breathe, but her arms were occupied holding Arthur. She merely signaled with her head.
“Lady, the new girl,” I answered her, jumping down and then onto Lisa’s bed. My turf. Mine.
“Did she like, cheat on the race or something? What are you doing to her?” Lisa inquired. It indeed did look like Lady had been recently punished, Coven style. “Aria, stop hissing at Arthur.”
“I’m not hissing. I’m warning him.”
“Then stop warning. Look, can we talk about The Game? Are we playing tonight? Because I’m BEAT!”
a) As is everyone else. Skip one night.
b) As is almost everyone else. Some or most girls may be replaced (basically only Aria is secured).
c) As is everyone else. Some other whole different set of girls might be playing in another cabin, though.
d) Medea insists they go a few rounds. The ritual power didn’t matter; she just wanted to secure Jill’s position in the Coven.
Gnattering Yawn
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>>2299725 Gonna go D for this one. It's been a looong day so only a couple rounds will be fine, and Jill entering the coven *is* a good point in favour of doing some small casual rounds.
Plant
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Forgot to take into account the thing at the ropes and Lady's transformation
>>2299725 D
sidreN
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>>2299725 D
maybe lady learns from watching a few things ;)
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>>2299725 “Yeah, I don’t think I’m playing tonight, either,” Jill hid her head between her arms. Lady took that as a signal of being distracted and fled my bed away from Jill with as much terror as she had ever felt from Erika.
“I suppose it wouldn’t kill us to skip a night,” Erika yawned. It was very contagious. “Is there any point to the whole thing anymore? You know, since…” Erika took a look at Medea, who was busy with her phone. “No, nevermind.”
Arthur was being very rude to me and told me unspeakable things that I would not stand for.
“Aria! Stop hissing at my cat!” Lisa ordered me, for once taking property of the intruder.
“He started! He’s telling me… bad stuff!”
“She can speak with cats, this one?” Lady wondered. She was with her back to the wall, near the bathroom door, still struggling to breathe.
“Who is this girl, again?” Lisa asked anew.
“That’s our ‘tickle-me Lady’. Jill got her for her birthday,” Erika joked. “Tickle her, it’s fun!”
“N-no! Don’t!” Lady, who was starting to realize her own weakness, pitifully cowered.
“Whatever. Hi,” Lisa greeted Lady. “Did you come here to play? Sorry, it’s not happening tonight. Go back to your own cabin.”
“I don’t have a cabin.”
It almost looked like a fact that we weren’t going to play The Game. I was a little sad, it was sort of a tradition but at the end of the day I was still tired and in no mind to humiliate myself any further; more so now that Medea wasn’t even harnessing our embarrassment for anything useful. Lisa was tired and grumpy, Jill was about to fall down and wished for nothing more than so sleep, Erika wanted to keep messing with Lady and I was too busy grooming myself and threatening Arthur that if he kept making those horrible requests and insinuations I was going to do something about it.
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>>2300225 Then it was when Medea spoke.
“Jill; would you mind participating in the ritual just this night? It would completely secure your place in the coven. I have a mind to erase the circles tomorrow so this could be our last opportunity.”
Medea spoke about how Jill was too recent a member and just a ritual or two should be able to bind her to the rest of us. Just a few token rounds would be needed and since we didn’t need the rituals for anything in particular we could ease up on the challenge. We also didn’t need to use the decanter anymore; any old bottle would work. At the end of the night we could brew something either mischievous or mildly useful out of it with whatever Medea had remaining or anything we could gather.
Both Lisa and Jill found odd that Medea casually revealed so much information in front of Lady. Jill was already bent on figuring everything on her own and Lisa was not the sort to question Medea’s judgment. Lady was almost certainly going to be the seventh member; Medea had not modified the circle and thus seven players were still a requirement.
The other issue was that the last turn had been Laurie’s, who was not present. Medea stated that we could simply start all over again; it didn’t really matter that much. Like at the very start, the first roll of the bottle could determine who it was who was going to issue the challenge and the second roll could signal who the loser was.
In a very short span of time Lady obtained very privileged information and yet she was hardly baffled, and accepted most things tacitly and to a degree, sheepishly. She didn’t think too much of an issue to participate in a simple modified version of the truth and dare game and if I was to be honest she sounded rather excited.
Medea and Erika both came naked after taking a bath and neither wore their clothes; we were all starting without a single thing to wear.
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>>2300226 “How many rounds should we play?” asked Jill. She did not sound pleased we were doing this, after all.
“Not that many,” eased her Medea. “You will notice that the bottle will start shaking and perhaps even glowing. This poor humble object can hardly keep a small portion of the power we could gather in a regular night.”
We were using just a plain old bottle of soda; apple flavored by the scent. If Medea had a reason not to use her decanter, she kept it to herself and nobody questioned her.
The first roll would decide who would give the punishment to other people. The winner was:
a) Aria. She wants someone to pet her to satiation, yet warns she can be quite insatiable.
b) Medea. Loser offer themselves to test of the effects of something.
c) Carmen. Carmen admits something to herself and makes an odd request.
d) Lady. Thinks it would be funny to dare loser to eat her ass. Slow learner.
e) Erika. Dares loser to be tickled. She has a loser in mind, but will manage against unexpected results.
f) Jill. Loser joins the Panty Raiders. If already a member, Jill’s authority will grow on them.
g) Lisa. Loser swaps her bed sheets with Lisa and as a bonus clean the whole place.
The loser will be:
1) Aria.
2) Medea.
3) Carmen.
4) Lady.
5) Erika.
6) Jill.
7) Lisa.
If the same person loses the roll, they will end up punishing themselves.
Anonymous
Gnattering Yawn
>>2300228 E1, a nice simple but entertaining dare.
Plant
sidreN
>>2300228 Sometimes Karma is perfectly fair,
Sometimes Karma is a fucking bitch:
E 4 :>
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>>2300228 The bottle pointed at Erika, dead center. She was the winner. She gave a stare to Lady that sent shivers up the poor girl’s spine; I could basically feel them. I knew that kind of stare; I had it each time I saw the red dot, or when I was decided to pounce into something. That Erika could make such wild eyes being a regular human both captivated me and impressed me. There was a reason I had fallen for her.
“My dare is that I get to tickle whoever the bottle points to next,” Erika announced while still glaring at Lady, who whined involuntarily. So other people did that to. Nice to know I was not the only one.
“I d-d-don’t want to play a-anymore!” Lady squealed, getting up from where she was sitting on the floor.
Jill, who was right besids, grabbed Lady’s leg, making her yelp.
“Princess, I’m so sorry, you can’t leave The Game,” Jill used a kind and apologetic; rather soothing voice. Her hand was still firm. “You already agreed to take part, now you have to see it through.”
“You don’t understand!” Lady cried. “S-she’s a…” Lady looked at Medea and gulped.
“A witch, yeah. We’re all witches,” Jill easily guessed the rest of the sentence. “Coven? Remember? Medea said coven.”
“Well, anyway! Her fingers; s-she cursed me or something, whenever she touches me…” Lady shivered, making a better explanation that words ever could. “I can’t! I really can’t!” she shook her head left to right.
“You haven’t even lost yet, you know?” Carmen tried to ease her. It was the very first time I remembered Carmen speaking affectionately to Lady. “Just take your sit, and instead of risking making Jill or Erika mad and having them do stuff to you, sit and calm down.”
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>>2300519 When Lady was presented with the choice to either risk being the loser of the next round or making absolutely sure Erika would tickle her anyway, she sat back, sweating cold. Erika rolled the bottle. Lady hid her hands behind her and I knew she had her fingers crossed, she mumbled a prayer and closed her eyes shut.
The bottle stopped. No one said a word. Lady refused to take a look and her prayer grew louder and louder. We gave her a minute. She opened her eyes, first the right, then the left in unison in surprise to see the bottle pointing right to her.
“I’m pretty sure you jinxed it,” Erika, between laughter and pity, informed Lady. I also happened to believe it was so.
Lady didn’t say a word. She jumped to her feet and tried to run for the door. Jill easily caught her.
“No! No! No! No!” there was no reasoning with Lady. She was forced to my bed and laid down. Erika mounted her.
“Tickle! Tickle!” Erika annoyingly chuckled.
Lady closed her eyes shut and whimpered again; she sounded like a mortally wounded animal. She shrugged to cover her neck and shielded her chest with her hands, worming around in vain trying to escape.
Erika did not start strong. She merely poked Lady here and there, who winced and startled with so much as the contact of a single finger. Erika then carefully caressed her; it was a massage and in no way tickling. Lady still reacted strongly and did her best to avoid contact, not that her best had any effect whatsoever, pinned as she was.
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>>2300520 The laughter started when Erika brushed her fingers, slowly and steadily. Lady could not help herself. Lady’s laughter began slowly and quietly, like a giggle; then chuckles here and there and when Erika started taking it more or less seriously is when the chortles became shrieks and long fits of laughter. After a while, Lady became silent; her jaw kept moving and her abdomen was contracting so much she was bent-over; no sound came out of her mouth other than a very high-pitched wheezing that was almost funny.
Whenever Lady could spare so much as a breath, she begged for mercy. “Stop! Stop! Stooop!” she chirped like a little bird as she could. Her eyes sparkled with fresh tears ever since the beginning of her dare.
Not that Lady could see under those conditions, but her situation was not helped by the fact that her torturer, the beautiful Erika, was grinning ear to ear and occasionally chuckling at Lady’s misery. Jill was no different, and even Lisa every now and then partook in the exercise of finding the punishment humorous.
Erika got off Lady, who didn’t even last two seconds in my bed before she fell down as her trashing about was not good for stability. She took the bed sheets with her and while she tried to cover with them, she only entrapped herself further. Erika carried on the assault and attacked all of her weak spots. It was hard not to notice Lady was especially sensitive on the soles of her feet, her armpits, behind the knees, to the front of the elbows, the neck, behind her ears and her flanks.
“She’s like a three-year old,” Lisa commented. I was thinking the same.
“No, she is exactly like a newborn,” Medea clarified.
Lady’s torment eventually came to an end. By then she was so tangled in the sheets it was hard for her to get out. She was sniveling and crying; yet it was hard to know what the reason for those tears were, as the tickling did plenty to get those out.
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>>2300521 She did not bother to run away from Erika, understanding she wasn’t getting groped anymore.
“You okay?” Erika ventured to ask.
Lady pouted and walked to one of the corners of the cabin in front of Erika’s bed. She sat right under the light switch, head hidden between her legs. She was angry as I had ever seen her.
“Leave her to me,” Jill told the rest of us in a whisper and went to Lady. “Hey, Princess.”
“Don’t call me that. I hate being called that,” she shut Jill off. From her voice I could tell she wasn’t crying or was close to doing it.
“I call you Princess because you’re pretty, like a princess,” Jill cooed. “You’re delicate and charming. You look just like a sculpted porcelain doll. Can you forgive us for teasing you, Princess?” Jill kept sweetly complimenting. “You’re so cute we can’t help it.”
I knew Jill meant well, but all the managed was to make poor Lady break down into tears.
a) Aria loses. Aria discovers something she had feared.
b) Medea loses. Lady wishes an examination just as thorough as the one she suffered.
c) Carmen loses. Lady thinks she’s punishing Carmen and instead ends up pleasing her.
d) Jill loses. Lady has Jill dirty talking. Unexpected effects.
e) Erika loses. Lady just wants to ram something up Erika’s ass.
f) Lisa loses. Lady does not bother to hide her attraction and has Lisa perform.
You can always come up with your own dares.
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>>2300522 B sounds pretty cute, I must say.
sidreN
>>2300522 Really curious what A is going to be about, but B sounds good too so going for both.
Its kinda funny...:
If you think about it, Lady got a 1/7 Chance to get her former life back. Just dare Medea to transform her back. But in her situation, I doubt I would even think about this easy way out. She too terrified and exhausted, probably thinking more about ways to pay them back instead of actually coming to terms with them (indicated by the choices you presented us).
Well, hope she enjoys it being a lady ;)
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>>2300522 Jill was left confused, and I felt sorry for her. She started using all of the pet-names she could think of, sweetening her voice and doing her best to dry Lady’s tears. Nothing really worked. It was the first time Lady cried such. She sobbed and wailed, then bawled and when she was nearly done she started blubbering and sniveling.
I would like to say it was not a pretty sight, but… it kind of was. It was hard not to sympathize for her watching her thus, but there was something musical about her cries. Her eyes reddening and her nostrils expanding made her look adorable. For the first time I started to wonder if I lost in looks to her. I probably didn’t.
Lady stopped when she was ready to stop. She needed an outlet and then some silence. She could also use a shoulder and some soothing voices. Jill provided.
“I think I get it now,” Jill declared. “It was a potion, right? It’s always a potion,” she whispered, helping Lady up. “It made her really, REALLY, really sensitive. I’m guessing… hmm; it was a side effect from making her skin like this, like a baby’s. Am I close?”
“Half right,” Erika did let out.
“There were no side effects! Not a single one!” Medea proudly corrected, blowing hot air. “My theory was perfect.”
“Sure, sure. Princess… sweetie, how do you feel? Is it alright to play? Now you get to punish someone!” Jill asked to the girl she was embracing motherly.
“You’ve gone and made me bawl like a bitch. That’s what you always wanted, wasn’t it? Aight, you got me. You got me good. What now? You want me to beg? Maybe call your ‘master’ and lick your feet? Bet I’ll be doing that within the hour. There. You broke me. You win,” Lady deadpanned with dangerously serious eyes.
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>>2301191 “O-okay! It isn’t that serious, whatever happened, okay? T-there, there! Um… maybe we should stop the game,” Jill, who was not aware of the real situation, suggested to all of us.
“Not in her turn, we’re not,” Erika rejected. “Believe me, if anything’s going to make this one feel any better is some chance to get payback. Lady D, get a grip. This is your time to shine.”
“Yeah, yeah. Let’s roll the damn bottle and then we’ll do each other’s nails,” Lady sniveled one last time, wiped her eyes and resumed her seat. “Then if anyone can put me out of my fuckin’ misery I will thank you from Hell.”
Erika, who had already warned Lady about not cursing while being such a precious little thing, did not do anything but sadly frown at that comment. Jill looked the most worried and wouldn’t stop bodily contact with Lady; and despite Lady’s attempts to break free we could tell she enjoyed Jill’s warmth – the redhead’s still staggering good looks helped –; Lisa was plain confused and didn’t add anything, Arthur still in her arms.
Lady rolled the bottle nearly before we all got to sit down. I could tell she put some muscle into the action, and looked disappointed, or maybe disgusted at how little effect it had in the bottle. It pointed between Medea and I; a short inspection by Erika denoted the loser was Medea. I sighed, not sure if I was glad or not. I would not have minded taking Lady’s spite if that made her feel better.
“You remember our little whatever-that-was back at the woods?” Lady questioned Medea. “That whole ‘oh, she’s got a vagina’ and whatnot. That. That is your dare.”
“Having… a vagina? So, is she done?” Lisa questioned. This would need some context.
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>>2301192 Lady had no problem elaborating. For the dare, Lady would get to thoroughly examine Medea’s body; special emphasis in the embarrassing areas. Lady warned she would make disparaging comments just like the one she suffered and I could not think of anything good coming out of that. I thought about taking Lady in the corner and asking her about some subjects that were kind of forbidden to talk about; namely the size of certain sexual secondary characteristics.
Jill kept ratting her brains, interested in Lady’s mystery more than ever. Revealing Lady had been investigated only lent to Jill’s theory of something that changed the skin somehow. Jill was smart, but I had no idea if she would ever figure it out. What happened was just too far removed from what we knew possible; she could be stuck on this one for a while unless we rained clues on her.
*
Medea laid on the middle of the room, face up, anatomical position, her hair cascading across the room, black as tar except for little white reflections from the naked light bulb above. She looked so vulnerable.
“So we have this piece of meat here, she says she’s a witch,” Lady started. We all remained in the circle with only Medea and Lady in the middle.
“B-be nice…” I whispered to the side. Mede had her own struggle she was going through.
“First we get this out of the way. Always covering one eye, like that makes you interesting.”
Lady carefully swoop Medea’s hair out of her face. We didn’t get to see both Medea’s eyes at once too often; although she often changed which one she was covering with no warning. Tender and clumsy hands made a long braid out of the whole impressive amount of mane. Medea’s hair had a tendency to rain down her body and always cover something; it was statistically hard for that not to be the case at any point, there was too much of it.
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>>2301193 “Huh, looking at you, you’re kinda pretty, ain’t ya?” Lady complimented, Medea looked pleased. “You look like a ghost under all that; like something out of a bad movie.” Lady arranged a ponytail, tying a few strands of hair in a rather neat and well-practiced knot. “There, now you can’t say I never did anything for your pale-lookin’ self.” Then Lady had to ruin it all. “I bet you’ll be a looker in say, five or so years.”
We did not discuss about how young Medea looked. We simply did not go there. We all knew it; we all knew there was no way she was almost eighteen; it was a forbidden topic. Damn it, Lady! She still needed to refine her woman intuition. It wasn’t even an insult, the way it was phrased. It was a second-handed compliment that denoted what we must never say.
“I am seventeen,” Medea seethed; the satisfaction of having been called pretty all but evaporated.
“Oh. Well, then you’re shit outta luck, now ain’t ya?” Lady easily took Medea’s word for it and kept being insensitive. “Now, let’s have a looky here, on miss seventeen-year-old. Huh, are these supposed to be tits?”
“Careful,” Erika warned.
“Shit, then. Nevermind! No, nevermind! These here? These are ‘em biggest pair of udders I’ve ever seen in my life. Damn right they are,” Lady sarcastically remarked. “Each of ‘em must weigh the same as a dog. One of them big’uns.”
“Lady D, shut the fuck up,” Erika gave a second warning, I had a feeling this was the last one.
“Erika, please,” Medea interjected. “This is precisely the nature of my dare. I apologize on my friend’s behalf, Lady. I’m sorry, what were you saying about my breasts?”
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>>2301194 “Breasts? Where? Oh, you mean these mosquito bites?” Lady did not miss a beat to resume insulting. Medea, who at first was placidly smiling, bit her lips and looked to the side. “You don’t even wear a bra, do you? What do you even do with these? I’ve seen bigger on elementary school girls. I’ve heard about pancake tits; these here wish they could be.”
“I’m… s-sorry… they’re so small,” Medea said, like she genuinely was sorry about their size.
“Princess, I know this is your dare and all… but do you really have to?” Jill plead on Medea’s stead.
“So she can get away with what she did to me but a few mean words and the witch starts to cry?” Lady hatefully scoffed.
“I’m not crying,” Medea murmured, which was technically true. “And you can go on if you want. G-go on! Tell me h-how small a-and… disappointing they are.”
“That’s not true! You… you have the size I really like, and many others think the same!” Lisa stressed. “It’s about taste, not size. If this frigid… bitch thinks anything different she’s well to remember her tits aren’t all that big to being with.”
“Oh, I know my rack’s small. It ain’t my fault and it doesn’t help your friend’s size any,” Lady readily responded, ready to bicker.
“Lisa, while I wholeheartedly appreciate what you said; this is Lady’s turn and she has a right to do as she pleases. Lady, do carry on.”
“Let’s feel ‘em up for the heck of it, anyway.” Lady fearlessly reached for what she had just criticized on Medea, cupping a feel. “Heh, soft. I’m going to play with them some.”
“Go ahead,” Medea permitted.
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>>2301195 For how much criticism Lady gave them, she was sure enjoying them. Lady’s soft hands made much more than merely play with them; or maybe play was the exact word thinking about it. It was a full exploration. Lady was full of child-like curiosity and rather than lustfully try to stimulate them or even lick them; she felt them all over with studious nature.
In a way, Lady was complimenting them. No one hurried the process, and since Medea was still just a girl even if she had deadly fangs and a thirst for blood, she reacted as anyone would. There were weak and longing sighs; her tiny, pink nipples erected like they were ready for something.
“Ah, screw it. I take it all back. I like ‘em,” Lady said. It wasn’t two-faced or facetious; not even said out of pity or sympathy but an honest opinion which made it all the better. Medea looked happy about it and I thought it was fairly redeeming. “They work with your face and stuff. All cute and soft. They’d work, too. Now, what else we’ve got?”
Lady left Medea’s lovely if small, adorable and perfectly acceptable bosom alone. Lady was starting to blush and present signs of arousal; I could see it on her face and smell it in the air. She crawled to check out Medea’s most private place. Medea had no shame about it and relatedly opened her legs to allow access and inspection.
“A witch’s pussy, huh?” Lady creepily stroke her hands. “You opened mine up so now I get to do the same. Let’s take a peek,” Lady giggled gleefully.
“B-before you do!” Medea stopped her. “The way you played with my breasts… I have nothing against it, but I receive similar treatment below you might… Lady, do bear in mind that I am a virgin.”
“Fine, fine. I won’t pop your cherry or anything. Although I should,” Lady unnecessarily added.
“H-how about I show you around?” Carmen immediately stepped up. “Just to be sure that… that you take a good look and no one gets hurt.”
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>>2301196 We all nodded. It was not that we didn’t trust Lady to examine Medea’s most delicate and tender place with care, it was that… alright. It was that we didn’t quite trust her to do that.
“Let Carmen set the pace and I forget all about the shit you said,” offered Erika.
“If you harm Medea you’re going to regret it even if it’s an accident. Just let Carmen teach you,” Lisa followed.
“Alright! Alright! Settle down, all of you! Fine; Carmen, teach me, oh, twat expert! Teach me its secrets!” Lady readily recognized the best course of action and pointed at Medea’s privates.
It was for the best. I was not sure about Lady’s earliest boast but at the very least I thought she was making very wild exaggerations. She didn’t look like any kind of expert on female anatomy and unlike most of us, she hadn’t had that awkward chance to get curious, lock herself in her room, strip down, get a mirror and see what’s what hoping to everything that’s Holy that nobody ever saw or found out she did.
“This area above, so see how it’s a little… fat? This is the mons pubis. It can be sensitive or not depending on the girl. We all know yours is very… ticklish,” Carmen explained, circling with a dexterous finger the area mentioned on Medea’s body. Carmen was also quite aware that Lady most likely had no sort of education or experience of this sort.
“Please go ahead and touch it,” Medea more than permitted, condoned. Lady obeyed with a whole palm. “It is warm, isn’t it? It is an accumulation of adipose tissue, women have plenty of those in areas of their body; all of this serve a purpose for reproduction.”
“It doesn’t hurt, right?” Lady kept pushing down and watching it go up repeatedly. “There are no pubes.”
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>>2301197 “It is an aesthetic choice. It is quite popular, as you can probably see,” Medea evidenced. Yup, we were all pretty darn bald down there.
“There’s no trace of pubes. At all, like they never grew in the first place,” Lady kept pointing out.
“I took a choice to eliminate them permanently with a certain lotion,” Medea objected, rather bothered since that was once again an insinuation about her apparent youth.
“Oh, cool! I was wondering how you got that look!” Erika revealed. So was I. “Can I get some of that? Shit! That’s awesome! So it’s always this smooth? It never grows back?”
Erika took the liberty to start rubbing the area just alongside Lady. No one seemed to mind.
“It is a rather… ah… simple potion,” Medea said as she could. She was still getting touched by three different people.
“And legs, right? And armpits? That’s why you look this way, right! You used it everywhere. Shit! I was so jealous!” Erika kept going. No doubt she never asked, fearful to hurt Medea about the lack of body maturity. “You have to give me some. No, fuck that. You have to TEACH me how to make it.”
Erika did not look as the only interested party. Medea said she would see what she could do about it, and Carmen resumed her lesson. The whole thing gave me flashbacks to when Maggie, that nurse, did it to me in front of others. It was kind of… exciting. Not back then, it had been humiliating; just a little, now, in retrospective.
“Moving on; down below here…” Carmen attempted to continue and was rudely interrupted.
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>>2301198 “The pussy,” Lady proudly identified. “Ouch!” Erika hit her with a closed knuckle, back of the head. Not very strongly; but with Lady’s complexion it could bruise her.
“Not quite,” Carmen smiled, as finding satisfaction in Lady’s ignorance. “This here, this is the vulva. This is around the folds that make it into Medea’s genitals. This is also a little fat, like a little bloated."
“Medea’s got a perfect one,” Erika commented. “You wouldn’t get a better one if you got an operation.”
“Looks too much like the one a chi-” Lady was beginning to say. She got hit again. “OUCH! S-stop that!”
“Stop being an idiot, then,” Erika chastised her, with good reason. We did not speak about that.
“Now, here; here’s when it starts to get really sensitive,” Carmen showed.
“Ah…!” Medea gave the sweetest gasp. Her voice was delightful.
“See?” Carmen was taking a lot of liberties, but it was fine since Medea didn’t seem to mind.
“I want to touch,” Lady looked at Erika, as if asking permission. Erika nodded. Lady started rubbing.
“That’s as far as I could ever get with you, by the way,” Jill slightly derided Lady without meaning to offend.
“It’s smooth and squishy,” Lady giggled innocently. “Now tell me about the slit.”
Lady was giddy and quite content, enjoying it all. She was lightly rubbing the lower part of her body against the floor, like we couldn’t notice. It was fine; feeling pleasure about this was not a bad thing.
“What you call a ‘slit’ is the folding of Medea’s… labios mayores, that’s her labia majora,” Carmen said bilingually. “I’ll show you.”
That was when the show truly began. Carmen slowly inserted two fingers into Medea’s tiny parts and separated them a good deal; Medea was flexible everywhere.
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>>2301199 “The pussy,” Lady proudly identified. “Ouch!” Erika hit her with a closed knuckle, back of the head. Not very strongly; but with Lady’s complexion it could bruise her.
“Not quite,” Carmen smiled, as finding satisfaction in Lady’s ignorance. “This here, this is the vulva. This is around the folds that make it into Medea’s genitals. This is also a little fat, like a little bloated.”
“Medea’s got a perfect one,” Erika commented. “You wouldn’t get a better one if you got an operation.”
“Looks too much like the one a chi-” Lady was beginning to say. She got hit again. “OUCH! S-stop that!”
“Stop being an idiot, then,” Erika chastised her, with good reason. We did not speak about that.
“Now, here; here’s when it starts to get really sensitive,” Carmen showed.
“Ah…!” Medea gave the sweetest gasp. Her voice was delightful.
“See?” Carmen was taking a lot of liberties, but it was fine since Medea didn’t seem to mind.
“I want to touch,” Lady looked at Erika, as if asking permission. Erika nodded. Lady started rubbing.
“That’s as far as I could ever get with you, by the way,” Jill slightly derided Lady without meaning to offend.
“It’s smooth and squishy,” Lady giggled innocently. “Now tell me about the slit.”
Lady was giddy and quite content, enjoying it all. She was lightly rubbing the lower part of her body against the floor, like we couldn’t notice. It was fine; feeling pleasure about this was not a bad thing.
“What you call a ‘slit’ is the folding of Medea’s… labios mayores, that’s her labia majora,” Carmen said bilingually. “I’ll show you.”
That was when the show truly began. Carmen slowly inserted two fingers into Medea’s tiny parts and separated them a good deal; Medea was flexible everywhere.
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>>2301200 “I’ve never seen one up so close!” Lady beamed, Medea moaned with every breath out of Lady’s nose; the proximity she had made it so she was blocking the view for the rest of us. Medea was cute all over. I also wanted to see.
“The folding of the ‘big lips’ is what you call ‘slit’. Here are her ‘small lips’, the labia minor. See how they’re pink and humid? That means… Medea is aroused.”
Medea did not make a comment on that, rather she bashfully looked away like she hadn’t heard that.
“Taste it,” Jill mischievously suggested. “You look like you want to. Taste it.”
Jill steadily directed Lady’s face and made her take her tongue out. She merely grasped Medea’s inside. As usual, our little Dhampir let out a cute moan. Part of the enjoyment of having sex with Medea was hearing the sounds she made with her amazing voice.
“What does it taste like?” Jill asked, looking at Medea.
“D-don’t… answer the question,” Medea oddly requested.
“What’s wrong? You’re usually such a great sport on this,” Erika teased her.
“Because I had no choice,” Medea refused. “I would suffer any sort of humiliation for… but there is no point now. If… if I gave you the wrong impression I do apologize. I am not nearly as fearless as you may think me to me. I am actually close to my limit. A-and the bottle is as well…! Look!”
We had not been paying attention. The bottle was shimmering and shaking a little, a small crack near the neck of it. I had not heard it crack.
“Fine, we can stop now; but next time you won’t get out so easy,” Lady looked in a terrific mood all of sudden. “Oh, and it’s sweet and a little sour. Like… lightly expired milk, but thicker.”
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>>2301201 Medea made another of her cute sounds, this time of displeasure. “Even though I asked of you,” she mumbled. We all laughed for no reason. “We have to get a new bottle, this one is about to burst. I warned you about the low capacity for absorption on them.”
a) Medea’s special shaving lotion.
b) Arousal potion. To be kept and used for revenge.
c) Weak panacea. To be stored and used later.
d) Power is released without being used so the game goes on.
e) Medea simply experiments to see what could be created.
f) Medea’s sure she can cure Jill’s fatigue with no side-effects.
Anonymous
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Sorry about the double post earlier. I had the part ready and did my best to post during work hours; but some things do escape me when not paying as much attention.
Since that's done, I finally get to comment on a few things I left undone before.
>>2300283 This is fucking beautiful. This image is a keeper. Why had I not seen it before?
>>2300335 Extremely relevant to the story in general. I like it.
>>2300303 >>2300591 Seeing a lot of this gal. Do you want anyone based on her? It's not too late, we already have a few witches planned.
Gnattering Yawn
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>>2301202 E. None of the current options feel particularly enticing (we're gonna *learn* how to do A, and we've got sleep up ahead to cover F) apart from maybe B, but the mystery box factor of E sounds like it's got promise.
Lavalamp
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>>2301202 f into b
Medea's potion makes Jill horny, so we save the rest for later
Anonymous
sidreN
>>2301202 E, you can't experiment too much ;)
or B, used for who's revenge? :>
Next dare: be the guinea pig for the new potion, it's (probably) harmless ;>
>>2301217 I just like her attitude: malicious without any ill intends, lightly grumpy and a bit sleepy, but passionate when its either about her shrooms or her potions (and most of the time with the same side effects as with Medea's potions ;)
They both also share the 'hidden eye'
Aria Silvertail
Hi, I've never been on 4chan before. Your story is great and has inspired me to post for my first time. It grabbed me immediately because ever since I was thirteen I have had a character with the same name of Aria, although she's a kitsune girl instead.
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>>2301299 Oh, so Medea's got you covered. Sorry, I wasn't that familiar with Sucy to begin with. I guess when you end up going from the archetypal witch personality you can end up in similar places.
>>2301441 Welcome, glad you like the story! Just click the "Browse" button on the very bottom when you write your post. You can browse in your computer on whatever image you may want to add.
A fox girl is already planned, although she's after camp, if you're into that.
Sadly, your options don't win the vote this one time, but we'll give them some partial way to succeed during the story and a second chance to win as well. It doesn't matter when your votes don't win since votes also tell me what people are interested into so I can plan ahead on what to add to the story.
>>2301202 “Why don’t you just use whatever power this one’s gathered?” I suggested. Bottles didn’t exactly grow on trees. Instead, they were made out of ordinary sand as far as I understood. I made an internal promise to check Wikipedia on that one later, knowing full well I would forget all about it in the next minute.
“Sure, I want that lotion. Chop, chop,” Erika demanded in good spirits.
Medea gave it some thought, standing up and closing her legs in embarrassment. Everyone except Lady averted our sights from her intimates out of respect for her wishes. “Is anyone here interested in becoming an alchemist? Ritualistic power is usually precious, but without a worthy container this much amount is basically negligible. It would be better used as an experiment or as a lesson.
“If I have to be a witch, I want to do Limpias,” Carmen simpered, full of pride. “You know, remove curses and such. A good witch. N-not to say you’re evil or anything!” she quickly amended to Medea. “But you do curses and stuff.”
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>>2301467 “The path of magic is long and weary; even Aria with her lifespan, if she began devoting herself to the science – because what else could it be if not a science? Maybe an art – she would not have discovered but a tiny fraction of what there is to know. Thus, just as in science, there are specializations. I have already chosen the path of alchemy, although do know basics of rituals and have an understanding of curses. Spells are possible for those who have the aptitude, as I understand. There is also the detestable blood magic, the always risky summoning or pacts with… a variety of interesting beings and according to Malachite, conviction and zeal in several ideas can bring its own source of magic,” Medea passionately explained. I thought it was great she was already speaking Malachite’s name with nothing but a hinge of pain in her voice. “I doubt I know all the paths there are to take.”
“I want to do ‘em things like this Harry fellow from the movies. Pew! Pew! Pew!” Lady began making silly sounds and firing and invisible wand.
“Shut up. You’re not even a witch. You can listen but that’s it,” Erika silenced Lady. “Alright, count me in, Zelda. I wanna be an alchemist. I’ll be your apprentice or whatever.”
“I still want to be a curse-remover and bless people with eggs and salt and ward off evil spirits and anything good witch would do,” Carmen said with a self-serving sense of dignity.
“I also want to be your apprentice!” Lisa beamed at Medea.
“I know too little about this stuff to make my choice now. No compromises, sorry. Sure, being a witch is sounding better by the minute,” Jill cackled. “Beats being a lawyer,” she grimaced. “You know? A career in witchery might be just what I was looking for.”
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>>2301469 I was of similar mind to Jill. Magic was already in my blood between my extended lifespan and my not-quite-human body. The choice was out of my hands already; and I was very likely to take this seriously in the future. My choice would have to wait. I nodded at Jill, kicked Arthur away warning him again that if he kept saying that stuff I would get mad, and got scolded by Lisa.
“Then I will teach you to experiment! Gather around!” Medea said Medea, getting the bottle and her little box. She started humming a song I was familiar with, she had done the same back at the showers the time we showed the Lifeguard not to mess with catgirls. “We will go over the very basics! Does anyone here know anything about the basics of alchemy? Actual alchemy, mind you. No? Allow me!”
I listened with interest. I was not sure alchemy was going to be my specialization but just as Medea knew the basics of other disciplines, it wouldn’t hurt to know a little alchemy.
The thing was not nearly as I envisioned it. The ingredients themselves – in most cases – didn’t have specific effects; there was no fixed recipe for most things. There were still ingredients that were needed for their magical properties, like vampire blood; or because they were very specific to what you were trying to do, like the cat hair in my potion.
It was all based on the six alchemical bases. Every possible thing in existence had a mixture of the properties, a purity and a degree.
Purity meant how isolated a property – or properties – were. This was a reason most ingredients were useless, they had to be distilled or purified first to a minimum required degree. More pure was not always better, some effects needed a certain amount of impurity.
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>>2301472 Degree meant power. How powerful a substance was. It went from mundane all the way to things Medea could only imagine. Her decanter helped enhance this by leaps and bounds. More power was generally always better; although too powerful of an effect was not always the objective. Namely, a stimulating elixir could cause a heart-attack if it was too strong and all you wanted was to wake up.
The first property was complete neutrality, or Bluo. The best example was water. Depending on the potion, grape drink worked fine. Basically, something to mix the ingredients in and that didn’t affect the result. It wasn’t really a property, juts something that was worth to be mentioned.
The first actual property was Nigredo. If it was truly and unequivocally dead, it had Nigredo in it. Flesh of the undead was the most powerful form Medea knew; and yet something as simple and scorching some leaves could create some Nigredo in a pinch, if you didn’t mind it your Nigredo being poor quality.
Albedo was the next property. Albedo brought change. Because of modern times, obtaining mercury, which was an incredibly already readily purified and powerful Albedo, if still rather expensive, Medea had an easy time with potions that had effects of transforming the subject. Medea had not bothered to learn how to purify Albedo from scratch, but knew how to purify Mercury further when needed.
The next property was Rubedo. Rubedo could be brought forward by heating most spices although obtaining it in its purest form was beyond Medea’s grasp. Animal bones and teeth had plenty of Rubedo, although purifying the Nigredo out of them was an art Medea had been struggling with since she was a child. It was very hard to pin down the effects Rubedo had, it was basically an amplifier or modifier of everything else.
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>>2301474 Next was Verdigado. Verdigado was the opposite of Nigredo. It brought life, waking up, stimulation, acceleration and… excitement. Most vital fluids has a mixture of Rubedo and Verdigado. Medea said that simple spit could contain enough Verdigado depending on what you wanted, although sexual fluids were notoriously powerful. Erika asked about blood, which was, according to Medea, a nearly perfect mixture of Rubedo, Nigredo and Verdigado which made it an useful ingredient in many instances.
The sixth, and most elusive of all properties was Citrinitas, Gold. It meant perfection and power; brought forth healing and almost everything powerful contained Citrinitas. It was very hard to obtain, as basically only precious metals were readily pure enough to use when you needed anything other than the lowest possible quality. For example, lead had a minimum amount of Citrinitas, put purifying it was both a pain and basically more expensive that just getting the gold yourself; at least Medea said so, as she said she would have no idea on how to begin with lead and end up with gold. Most minerals were at least part Citrinitas, although melting them to obtain the precious ingredient if you needed a different degree or purity required a literal forge or tons of creativity.
All these put together encompassed a basically infinite combination of purity and degree and made possible making a potion with virtually any effect you could think of, provided you could figure out the exact measure.
“Maybe I’m not cut out to be an alchemist after all,” Erika complained. “This is worse than being back in High School! Shit, how do you even…? All I wanted is the stupid lotion to have a smooth twat!”
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>>2301475 “That is simply six parts Nigredo of the third degree, three parts Rubedo fist degree, and one part Citrinitas of lowest degree. Never use more than third degree Nigredo or more than first degree Rubedo,” Medea sang.
“English, please,” Erika grumbled.
“Boil basically any fist-sized stone for thirty minutes, three hundred and fifty Celsius, a liter of water. Add a single cold chili pepper in the water with a pint of two-day old blood and you’re done,” Medea translated, yet seemed a little disappointed. “It is going to burn on your skin for a few days, and I beg of you; DO NOT drink it or let it anywhere near the eyes. You want chili with as little Verdigado as possible; basically the black, crumpled ones. Let the mixture simmer out to black; don’t mix it. If the stone disappeared you did it wrong.”
“I thought it would be harder. Alchemy is actually very interesting. Medea, what did we just make here? I’m done purifying the cinnamon. I think. It’s already in anyway,” Carmen, as the class progressed, was the most interested out of everyone in all Medea had had to say, oddly enough.
“I am not sure,” Medea proudly declared. “It is an experiment!”
a) A hornyness potion.
b) Potion making you behave like if you were a child all over again.
c) Increases aggression and gets rid of fear.
d) Drinker permanently gets a month younger. It loses effectiveness with repeated use.
e) Sensitivity potion. Try not to give it to Lady.
f) A sip of the potion causes an orgasm. Do not drink all at once.
Loser for next round (specimen):
1) Aria
2) Medea.
3) Carmen.
4) Lady.
5) Erika.
6) Jill.
7) Lisa.
Yes, Medea can lose. Yes, you can pick another effect; the only limitation is that the effect will not be powerful and only temporary.
Yes, you can create your own potions and make Aria experiment. Yes, you can make Aria focus on Alchemy or wait until other ways of magic become available.
Aria Silvertail
Oooo I think Jill's reaction to instant orgasm juice would be hilarious!
Anonymous
Gnattering Yawn
>>2301477 How about G) Enhances feelings of shame and embarrassment
With 1 or 6 (Aria or Jill) for the loser. With the events of camp having proceeded as far as they have, it'd be fun to see someone behave back like the first days for a little bit.
Also makes for a good prank or mild revenge potion a little down the road.
sidreN
>>2301477 >>2301513 Splendid Idea Yawn, but
>>2301487 Sound great too :D
Why don't we combine both effects: one intense Orgasm which leaves the testsubject oversensitive, leading to enhanced discomfort and amplified feeling of embarrassment as a sideffect :>
6 - Ofc there is only one candidate who could truly test the limits of this brew ;]
As for the duration, how about rest of the night or ~12h?
If 12h, it'll be especially hilarious to see her in this state, while simultaneously having to command her panty raiders xD
Lavalamp
Aria Silvertail
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>>2301529 #That's perfect! I want that to be my vote.
Plant
Nice to see the principles of Alchemy in the story. I'll try to study it for later use
>>2301477 >>2301529 Noice
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I've been busy. Part will come out tomorrow, hopefully; as it will be another busy day..
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Have to spell this out. No April 1st shenanigans were made; no hidden context in the story. We carry on, business as usual.
Had I not been busy I would have started with "Things got too crazy. We need a new protagonist to scale things down," and the next part would have been a rather long one about Elmira's cabin with fake options at the end.
>>2301529 This wins. I'm pointing it out because all the effects have not been seen yet.
>>2301857 Despite implementing the system, Alchemy is still more or less BS. If we want something happening, it's going to happen. It's magic.
>>2301477 “What do you think the effects of the potions will be, Aria?” Medea asked me outright.
It had purified cinnamon for Rubedo; Carmen messed up a little, just a little. That was a lot of Rubedo, so the potion amplified something. There was plenty of essence of femininity on it. Medea told me that the liquid we had gathered from all the shenanigans at the ropes was a very pure and powerful, already viable mixture on its own with effects of Verdigado. I had already seen its most astonishing effects with my own eyes on Lady.
“Amplifies femininity? Sensitivity?” I guessed.
“I knew it! You made Lady sensitive because of a potion,” Jill interrupted, “similar to this one, I’m going to say.”
“Very good, Aria. That is a very solid hypothesis,” Medea congratulated. “My own is that this will amplify sexual reactions; but we will soon learn the truth. The essence of femininity has an unexpected amount of high-grade Citrinitas; which makes this mixture harder to predict.”
“And who’s going to drink that? I ain’t, just so you know. You can tickle me all you want. I’m not drinking that, no sir,” Lady carefully approached the door, which got blocked by a smiling Erika. Lady whined.
“Whoever loses the next round, of course!” Medea said and we all nodded. It was tacitly understood from the start.
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>>2302000 The coven was in very jovial disposition. We were having fun, learning about alchemy, mixing the stuff up, working as a team and making guesses on what would happen. Carmen was so sure she was right she wrote her thoughts in a piece of paper and put it in an envelope. Jill was already making plans to raid the camp’s already depleted supplies so we could obtain more ingredients; Erika with a grin said she was going to get a syringe to get some blood and let it age for two days so she could start making the potion Medea told her about.
We already knew we were a coven of witches, but for the first time we were undeniably so. We were sitting on a magic circle, its pulsations lightly brushing our butts where we sat; about to experiment with a potion and excited about what the results could be. We cackled, secluded, naked, in the middle of the night with a half-vampire, a half-cat and a woman we had created somewhat artificially, playing a dangerous game. Witch. I was a witch.
“Can we use the same bottle, now?” Carmen wondered. A very good question.
“No,” Medea forbade. “Filling and emptying the same container with ritualistic power without letting the material rest is… dangerous,” she cryptically explained. “We will safely dispose of it, meanwhile we will use another one.”
“I am down to my last bottle, though,” Erika walked to her things, whatever remained, and pulled a light beer. She drank it all in two gulps and burped. It may be kind of gross but I kind of liked how the burp smelled, even though I hate the scent of beer. “We’ll have to get Dugald if we want another one.”
“We can make a game out of obtaining the next bottle,” Jill was always ripe with great ideas. “I’m a little more awake now. I say let’s keep this going. If anyone wants to wake me up tomorrow ANYTIME before noon, I swear to umm… Merlin that I’ll use a laser pointer on your tender parts.”
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>>2302001 “I am not a weapon!” I seethed, displeased with the insinuation. “And no more pointers! Or catnip! Or baths!”
“Yes more baths. You’re getting one daily,” Erika cruelly sassed me.
“That reminds me. Aria, tomorrow I’m doing your hair,” Jill stated with complete certainty, as if it was a mandatory appointment.
It took us longer than it should have to sit down and get to business. One thing kept leading to another. Not that we were in a particular hurry. Maybe it was getting to my head, but I was more or less sure I could make something that could stop drowsiness if I tried. Just some Verdigado from non-sexual fluids and then for Rubedo, maybe a pinch of purified salt for Albedo, that should work.
We sat down, still all excited. I wouldn’t even mind if I were the one to lose; actually it would let me know the effects of the potions first-hand. Medea rolled the bottle; it went on and on and on. She had quite the arm.
“I lost,” Jill evidenced. “Alright, bring me that thing made with the vaginal fluids from all girls in camp.”
Oh, right. For a moment there I forgot how it was made. I would still drink it, of course. I just would be more embarrassed about doing it.
“You know, I didn’t exactly wash the beer out of it all that well,” Erika worriedly looked at the pretty, blue glass bottle just before Jill took a sip. Jill froze and looked at Medea, as if expecting approval.
“A lightly contaminated Bluo is the case more often than not,” Medea urged, even though it was very novel for all of us, she was about as anxious to know the results as the rest of us were. “Distilled water is not always the best ingredient.”
Jill, still not so sure this was a good idea, took a mere sip instead of downing the bottle which looked what she was going to do earlier.
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>>2302002 Jill began to shake. She fell down like her legs had suddenly become jelly. Had Medea not hurried to retrieve the bottle with her reflexes that sometimes could put mine to shame, we would have been down a potion. Jill covered her mouth with a hand and still a muffled scream came out. I recognized that sound at once.
“Jill, did you just… have an orgasm?” I was affirming it more than asking. I was well acquainted with all that happened in Jill’s body when it happened. I was unequivocally right.
“Y-yeah… I think I did,” Jill panted, struggling to get back to her feet. Carmen and Lisa helped.
“An orgasm potion?” Erika took the bottle away from Medea and studied the substance, lightly shaking it inside its container.
“It wasn’t that strong, it just caught me off-guard,” Jill elaborated. “I wasn’t expecting it, else I wouldn’t have tripped.”
“Right? Right? These things can surprise anyone! You can be caught off-guard. You see? You see?” Lady searched for someone to agree with her but found none. Her insecurities would have to wait.
“The dare is to finish the potion, though,” Lisa reminded Jill, eyeing our experiment still in Erika’s hands with unease. “Unless you think it’s dangerous?” she turned to ask Medea.
Medea recovered the bottle and stuck a finger inside; with it nice and soaked, she took it to her mouth. She lightly shook and a second or two later I could smell her getting wet. “It is more potent on virgins, I would venture to theorize,” she mumbled. “This is not something either Aria, Lady or I should be able to tolerate.”
“I’m not a virgin!” Lady hurried to add, offended and Jill scoffed with derision. I nodded to the Lady’s comment. I was no stranger to sex; whatever anyone thought of me, I didn’t feel like a virgin anymore.
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>>2302003 “For magical purposes we three are still virgins. Lady, you may think whatever you want. Aria, quickly accept it,” Medea gave the bottle back to Jill. “It should be fine for you. Drink it at your pace. Slowly for weak, but multiple orgasms; quickly for powerful ones. Whichever you prefer.”
“I know which one I prefer,” Jill winked at me and downed the bottle as Erika often did with alcoholic beverages. She started coughing.
“T-that might have been a tad reckless, Jill!” Medea worried and carried the tumbling girl to my bed. It was still amazing to look how easy Medea made it look.
The one not making anything look easy for the moment was Jill. She had dropped the empty bottle and was having rather serious-looking convulsions. We surrounded the bed and watched her. She was drooling very heavily, her abdomen was contracting strongly, her toes curled so backwards I was afraid she could be hurt. Very lascivious sounds came out of Jill’s mouth; the kind that invited jealousy. That said, Jill did not look like she was having a great time and she would have told us if she was able to speak.
Jill kept writhing as if in pain, her cries and moans were not actually particularly loud, as she seldom had enough air to emit too strong a sound. Jill did not… squirt when she climaxed, but she did so this time. A transparent fluid started popping out of her pulsating pussy and spraying surfaces around her. It also got Carmen and Lady, and they learned the hard way not to stand in that side of the bed.
It went on for over a minute. I was not sure if it was one huge orgasm or a continuation of several, smaller ones. Medea advised us to not even touch the girl, and recommended Carmen and Lady to wash Jill’s fluids from their faces and chest carefully. Jill laid back on the bed with blank eyes and giving heavy heaves quite fitting to what had just happened to her.
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>>2302004 With a wet towel we had plenty of time to prepare, Medea lovingly wiped clean Jill’s body. The pretty redhead was sleeping soundly and we all agreed to just leave her alone this time. Medea did not say anything about it, but did glance at me in complicity. I had also noticed; whenever the towel got too close to Jill’s erogenous zones, even while unconscious, she reacted in a way not dissimilar to Lady.
a) Jill wakes up at 2 a.m. and The Game goes on. Something’s wrong with Aria.
b) The Game is finished for the night. Tomorrow is a big day full of events.
c) Jill musters enough strength to issue a day dare before collapsing.
d) Additional effect: Random orgasms during the duration of 12 hour duration.
e) Additional effect: Skin softening and smoothing; makes some sensitivity permanent.
Anonymous
Gnattering Yawn
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>>2302005 C E.
C because it's interesting to see what a day dare will look like at this point, and because it'll let us see Jill conscious under its influence a little tonight. 12 hours isn't all that much when Jill's going to spend a lot of it asleep, so while it'll still be active for a few hours tomorrow we can get a taste of it here.
E because I think Jill would appreciate the change to her skin when kept mild like this.
Aria Silvertail
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>>2302005 A, D, E
Curious to see if this would make Jill step things down some, or if it just makes her more hungry for shame and makes it all a bigger game for her.
Anonymous
Plant
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>>2302005 ADE Some really interesting stuff
>>2302000 Checked
sidreN
>>2302005 A) D) E) - that's one hell of a drug :>
Mildly offtopic:
What's actually the limit of posting pictures?
Got an Idea and it would way overshoot the limits of /e/ straight into /d/:
F) ""sweet/terrifying dreams"" induced by the potion in sync with D) while sleeping
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>>2302005 There was not much to do about it. It was Jill’s turn but she had already done way too much for a single day. She deserved her sleep. We could continue some other time.
I put over the sheets to cover Jill on the bed that used to be mine. Lady still had nowhere to go so she had the bunk above Erika, which was originally Jill’s. Erika took Arthur, I didn’t want him in the same bed.
“You’re sleeping with me, Aria,” Lisa said.
“I know.”
I let Lisa go to bed first. She always got the side next to the window. It was just how we did things. I couldn’t resists her perfect, round bottom get in front of me without giving it a test. It made a very satisfying smack sound when I spanked her.
“Aria!” Lisa reprimanded me, not really angry. “Not right now, okay? I’m tired. We can do it tomorrow. Is it okay if we let Rodrigo watch? That would get me off like you wouldn’t believe.”
“No, he can’t watch!” I immediately censured. “No, wait. That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t… asking to do it, just kidding around. Playing.”
“Oh, gotcha. Alright, come on in!”
Lisa invited me to her bed, raising the sheets for me. I wanted her, very badly. It wasn’t the desire I always felt towards Lisa. It was no secret she was a natural beauty with hardly anything that could be pointed out as any sort of physical flaw; it wasn’t about that. Lisa had been right the first time around, I was lying. I wanted her.
I was also tired, so very tired; but I really wanted to have sex with Lisa; the rough kind. I wanted her to use a strap on or a toy on me, to pull my hair and to dirty-talk me. Was it because what I had seen with Jill? It was so intense. Maybe I had also caught a whiff of the Essence of Femininity. Medea had warned me specifically about it.
Whatever it was, it didn’t matter. I got in the bed with Lisa and allowed her huge boobs to be the most comfortable pillow in the world. She kissed my head and wished me good night.
*
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>>2302144 *
“Aria, wake up!” someone was poking my cheeks.
I bit the insolent finger in righteous retribution. There was a muffled sound of pain, and then something flicked at my ear. I opened my eyes and jumped, spooked, hitting the frame of the window. I jumped again from the vertical surface and landed on Carmen’s bed. She was sleeping in a very odd position, her limbs wildly stretched at random directions.
I stretched and yawned, then looked down. Erika had a finger in her mouth and was watching me with scorn. “What time is it?” I wondered, looking around, confused.
“Shortly past two A.M.,” Medea informed me.
Everyone was already awake, apparently. I woke Lisa up by jumping off her arms and Carmen by landing on her leg… and staying on it so I could stretch.
“So she can jump from walls? Shit,” Lady said in admiration. She got promptly punished by a tickle to her neck. She would eventually learn to ‘speak pretty’, whatever that meant. Lady retreated and ran away.
“What happened? Why are you waking us up?” Lisa yawned.
“Aria! Get off me!”
“Meow!”
Lisa rubbed her eyes, confused. Carmen kicked me from her bed. I jumped down and started licking my shoulders, enjoying Lisa’s scent. Something got ahold of me.
“We’re continuing the game,” Jill explained.
She was sweating profusely and was blushing heavily, there was a lot of panting and she was covered in a bed sheet, like she had a fever. Her body temperature was also quite high, and her knees were shaking. There was a delicious smell coming out of her legs. I couldn’t help it, I went and smelled it, it was… impossible to resist.
“Aria, what are you doing?” Erika stopped me by grabbing my scruff. Jill fell back to my bed, apparently just a little sniff and a lick enough to send her backwards.
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>>2302145 “What happened to these two?” Lisa asked.
“The potion had… complications,” Medea admitted, fidgeting nervously. “Very high sensitivity, comparable to the one already displayed on Lady; a seemingly perpetual state of arousal…”
“Random orgasms…” Erika added.
“And I can’t… I can’t sleep,” Jill weakly stated.
“And what about Aria?” Lisa’s second matter had not been addressed.
“YOOOWL! YOOOOWL! YOOOWL!”
“Actually, yes, what’s wrong with Aria?” Erika wondered herself, keeping me from Jill, still.
With no other option, I raised my butt and started digging my toes in, growling and asking for bodily contact. I yowled again.
“Oh, I feared this would happen sooner or later. It was as unavoidable as her insistence to chase fast-moving objects,” Medea helped Erika keep me away from Jill. She had a steadier hand.
“She’s… soaking wet! And her tail is very high up and kind of crooked,” Lisa commented.
“YOOOWL!”
“She has entered in estrus,” Medea sighed, keeping Arthur from me the same she kept me from Jill.
“What? Aria is in heat?” Carmen gasped.
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>>2302146 //We were warned very early on that Aria’s period was replaced with a heat cycle. She can stay in this state for up to a few days… but the very first heat a cat experiences can be somewhat mild and shorter-lasting.
a) Aria is incredibly horny, but otherwise she’s in control all the time.
b) Do you remember that time Lisa drank some of Medea’s blood? That.
c) Aria loses control, but temporarily regains it after each orgasm.
d) Aria is in perfect control, but her cat instincts take over and she’s forced to act on them.
e) It’s a fairly strong heat cycle, but lasts only for an hour. Next time Aria won’t be so lucky.
Gnattering Yawn
>>2302147 Hmm, just A or D or something in-between for me. Aria fully losing control for a few days regularly sounds like an awful lot of trouble to put her through in the rest of her life, but I'm okay with 'just' a lot more libido and cat instinct in those times.
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sidreN
>>2302147 B or E - what did you expect? It's just part if the normal Cat life.
Aria Silvertail
F - aria has a very strong romantic (and sexual) attraction to the first face she sees each time she wakes, refusing to leave their side. Can last a couple to a few days.
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>>2302190 >>2302151 I'm also okay with this option, it's an interesting effect that Aria can at least attempt to manage in the long run.
sidreN
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>>2302190 >>2302168 Count me in too ;)
Anonymous
I'm catching up so don't go anywhere.
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>>2302190 You win!
Now, obviously; this is in no way the effect the Heat of a cat would have. We made a workaround to fix it.
Hope it makes sense now.
>>2302703 Glad you gave the story a chance. It is a long one, though.
>>2302146 “How long do cats usually last in heats?” Carmen asked in my stead.
I could barely think just with the scent of Jill’s delicious pussy in the air, much less formulate a sentence. A sound did exit my mouth at random intervals and there was not a whole lot I could do about it. “YOOOWL!” I cried.
I was so uncontrollably horny. I started brushing my head against Medea’s hand because that’s the only thing I had. I kept my butt up as far as I went, just begging internally for someone to take something and put it in there, I didn’t care which hole. I yowled again, the power of libido destroying my perceptions.
“They last for a few days,” Medea rasped, worried.
While I couldn’t control most my actions, I still understood the direness of the situation. I was stuck this way for days? I would not be able to tolerate it.
“And this is going to happen each month for her,” Erika grumbled, as if mad with my own biology. I didn’t blame her; I was personally furious with it. “This is not going to fly,” she shook her head.
“I suppose… I could attempt a potion that diminishes the effects,” Medea ventured. Always with the alchemy. “I have never tried anything similar, but by now I am basically an expert on lustful potions. Reverse-engineering an effect that does the contrary should not prove as that much of a challenge.”
“A-and if there’s side effects?” Jill wondered, herself suffering from some of those, laying panting on her bed.
“Don’t leave me like this! YOOOOWL! Jill, come here! Meow! Meow! YOOOWL!” I begged. I didn’t mind being an experiment, I just didn’t want this to happen every time. How would I be able to live my life on the outside if this was the new norm?
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>>2302737 “We have to try,” Erika surmised what everyone was thinking.
Yes, they had to.
*
“Well, that’s the last of the ingredients… we’re gonna need more Rubedo, though,” Carmen commented, shaking down the now empty box Medea had brought; well, empty except for something in a flashy red velvety bag.
“We only need more because you didn’t heat it right. Thirty eight seconds! How hard is to time that?” Lisa chastised Carmen.
“It doesn’t matter! If they get a little burnt they become more Nigredo, right? Medea? The potion still needs Nigredo.”
“I am sorry to disappoint, but it might be not as simple as you may conceive it. There is far more to cover in alchemy other than the main components,” Medea stopped their bickering. “This is too advanced for you. Follow the instructions the best you can.”
I was tied down, they said that for my own good, but I felt like exploding. My hands were tied so I couldn’t cut my ropes with my claws. My mouth was gagged because Erika said I was driving her crazy with my cries. Three whole sheets covered my body and I was basically made a mummy; a very warm mummy; way too warm. I needed some release.
Arthur was also thrown out of the cabin because he wouldn’t behave. I envied him and his freedom. He kept trying to get in, the moron; or rather, the pervert. He had been right, the little fur-ball. He had been making very… inappropriate proposals and telling me that I smelled like I was going into heat. I didn’t want to believe it, but there it was.
It was agony. I was not exaggerating. Every moment I felt way too hot and trapped, uncomfortable and anxious. I couldn’t even voice my frustration and breathing was hard. My crotch was so humid it was filtering through the sheets and it was another whole level of frustration on its own. They could have at least give me to Delanie or any other crazed sex-fiend. I didn’t care anymore!
*
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>>2302738 *
To say Aria was being difficult would be an understatement. The girl was going crazy! And I thought having periods was bad. Then there was this poor cat-girl – because of my fault, mind you – and she hardly able to tolerate her own existence.
Jill also had it hard. Whatever that potion had done to her, I was not even sure; not that I could admit that aloud without risking making her even more mad at me. I felt bad enough as it was. That was just how experiments went; this was doubly true when a new substance was being pertained.
“Medea, I have the dust ready. Why does it matter that I mince it?” Carmen questioned.
“So the measurement can be more precise; that is one of the objectives. The contact with metal and the Nigredo released during the cutting of the root is also needed for the potion,” I hurried to explain while still moving as fast as I was able to; I almost, without meaning to, used The Speed.
Aria was suffering as we spoke, after all. There was no time to waste. The theory was not particularly complicated: it was the same as making an antidote for any poison; and then something that fostered the complete opposite response. There was the risk that Aria could lose her libido temporarily; but considering I would soon erase the magic circles, it shouldn’t be that much of a problem. Things were going to change around here!
I tested it out, and in theory it should work. “Okay, so we make her drink, this; right?” Erika grabbed the tranquilizer. “Leave it to me.”
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>>2302739 “No, we cannot risk her spitting it. Untie her; I have experience making unwilling subjects drink,” I said.
Erika and Lisa hurried to obey. I drank the antidote without swallowing and kissed Aria, who welcomed me.
//We already know the potion is a failure. An interesting effect was proposed and won. We’ll do it like that. There are a few things I have to ask about it.
a) Very strong aphrodisiac effect; Aria will actively seek her Love Interest and even try to force them to have sex.
b) Strong effect. Aria will feel strongly infatuated and be very reluctant to leave their side. She will do everything she can to get into bodily contact or to calm her lust without being extreme.
c) Mild effect. Aria will feel uncontrollable emotions towards them and see them in a very favorable light with uncontrollable attraction, but not something she cannot hide if she tries as hard as she can.
Then the duration:
1) 1 day
2) 2 days
3) 3 days
Then something else:
A) Permanent. This is now Aria’s heat.
B) Just this once. Next time, they will have to figure out another solution.
And of course; who did Aria see first? Tell me her name.
Last question. Does the effect reset every time Aria takes a nap or loses consciousness? Yes or No.
I know there’s many questions, but this was rather unexpected. Choice should look something like: “a1A Erika Yes.”
Anonymous
Gnattering Yawn
>>2302740 b sounds ideal, an attraction too strong to hide but with some level of sane control left.
1 or 2 days, any longer and I think it would start to drag on.
A, this is certainly preferable to the current situation (which is apparently *milder* than normal)
Tough choice for the exact person this first time, I'm gonna say Carmen or Erika. Erika's a safe choice for something like this, and we haven't seen much Carmen lately so this'd be a fun way to give her more activity.
Leaning towards yes on the reset because it creates a more interesting dynamic. The subject of Aria's affections doesn't have to deal with it for the whole duration, and someone in the know might want to orchestrate a catnap by their side.
Anonymous
Plant
>>2302740 c Any other option would be a pain to deal with in the future
1 Functionally the same as a day dare
A
>>2302750 Jill This synergizes like all hell with Jill's nerf to shame resistance
Yes
sidreN
>>2302740 b 1or2 Erika Yes
Next up either Carmen (really needs some Story time) or Lisa (Arias heat behaviour seen by Delanie: what could possibly go wrong xD)
Additionally: heat happens every 3-4 Months instead of every 1 month due to the "Malachite"-Potion.
>>2302762 Jill would indeed work like hell, but not as first person in the morning. The cabin is a too controllable environment. This needs to happen somewhere public! ;]
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>>2302750 >>2302762 Good point on the Jill synergy, I'd like to add that to my vote.
sidreN
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>>2302775 b 1or2 A Erika Yes
// vote was massing an A
Aria Silvertail
b2A Jill yes, and I'd also like to support the spread between heats due to elixir of life.
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>>2302750 There is just something about the Pokemon girls.
>>2302810 One day I'm going to learn how to draw. One day.
>>2302740 “Uh… Aria passed out. Is that normal?” Erika complained.
I lifted my head from the bed, curious. Everyone had been working hard on the potion to heal Aria from whatever was happening to her now. I was not sure that was a great idea or even going to work; after all that thing Medea gave me to drink was…
I wasn’t sure if it was bad or not. I was as sensitive as Lady now, maybe even more. My skin had smoothened out; I had that baby-soft sensation all over and I loved it. All of that was well and good; the issue I was having was the random orgasms. One of them woke me up.
Seriously, I didn’t think that possible. I was perfectly fine in dreamland; I didn’t remember all that clearly anymore but I think I was dreaming about being back at middle school, in class; I was sitting at the very back and very worried because I wasn’t wearing pants; I didn’t remember if I was wearing underwear or not; maybe I had not been brave enough to check. Then I woke up. It was the tingling; the same tingling I felt when I inserted something thick and vibrate-y into me after some minutes of warming up. I woke up Medea with the noises I was making. It was embarrassing but I still told her what happened. She told me it had been the potion; not that it took a genius to figure that out.
I was recovering from what happened when it did so again. If I had to suffer that way and wake Medea up every time, it was better if we continued The Game. We woke Erika and Lady up, then Aria who took care of the rest. I was about recovering from the last time ‘it’ happened when Aria sniffed around places she should leave well alone while they were resting and…
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>>2303077 I was so sensitive they were happening on their own. I didn’t need anyone messing with my good stuff; Aria had been the first to be in contact with it. She nearly made me faint; not even Lady had had it this bad.
They finished Aria’s potion and they gave it to her, or so I heard. I lifted my head to know what had happened and sure enough, Aria was again passed out. That happened way to often to the poor thing.
“It is not altogether unexpected,” Medea said; all tiny and cutesy and still able to carry Aria like she was an actual kitten. “The poison-”
“You mean potion,” Erika interrupted, mad and crossing Medea’s way. Carmen looked away guiltily.
“No, I meant poison,” Medea challenged Erika with a fearful stare that would have made me surrender in an instant, and I was no coward. Erika did not back down and my opinion of her went up. “This is basically a poison that suppresses Aria’s estrus cycle. Nothing else would have worked because of her… peculiarities.”
“Did we fucking poison Aria? Answer me, Medea,” Erika pressed. It had been a while since she had called Medea by her name.
“Yes and no,” Medea doubled on her stare, you could feel the danger coming out of her only uncovered eye. “Aria’s resistance due to her increased…”
“I’ve heard enough!” Erika interrupted again and took Aria from Medea’s arms. Erika was one freaky strong girl, but still struggled a little handling Aria, unlike our lead witch. “Here, watch over her for a minute. And I swear that if anything happens to her…”
Erika left Aria on my bed; or Aria’s bed, really. She was breathing and everything, moaning weakly, too.
“Aria will be fine!” Carmen got between the middle of the two; it was the right call. “She can’t get sick and it’s hard to intoxicate her! It’s complex, but very clever, okay? We’re doing this to help her!”
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>>2303078 “Do you really believe I would willingly harm Aria? I will have you know I love her dearly,” Medea said out of the blue. Whoa, when did that happen?
“I do, too! And listen here you little shit, if this ever…!” Erika was going to say something stupid, I was sure of it. Anyways, it was interrupted by Aria waking up. We all turned to my bed.
“Aria? Aria, sweetie, are you okay?” I got rid of all that damned mess of hair she had over her face. I would fix that as soon as I could, make it into a dare if I had to. Maybe some bangs.
She slowly opened her eyes. They were so pretty and so weird. So blue and so… vertical. Taking a good look at her face Aria had changed; I had already noticed but now it was so much clearer. I had a weak spot for cuties like her; I stroke her cheek and repeated my question. If she could speak and everything was fine then Erika would have nothing to complain about.
*
Had Jill always been so… stunning? I knew she was beautiful; she had the face of an angel and the flamboyant shade of her long, red hair had something about it that made one want to look at her first at the room. Her shimmering green eyes were blurry, her immaculate features were distressed right in front of me; the warm air from her breath and the flushing of her whole being had something endearing about them.
It was easy to spark desire for such a creature; even girls who were not lesbians had told me so, even though not always directly. Words failed me and my throat went dry. My tail went clumsy and started curling up and jumping around. She was so close to me and my heart started going haywire. I wanted to say a word but then realized that I had forgotten to inhale for a while.
Had I… fallen for Jill?
Was it even that odd or surprising?
“Y-yeah, I’m fine,” I said, propping myself up. I was still in the cabin, still naked – we all were, I stole a guilty glance at Jill’s body – and it was still night. “How long was I out?”
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>>2303079 “Are you still in heat?” Lady asked me without any sort of delicacy. It all came back. How it all happened, being tied down, being force-fed the potion again. Was I healed?
I didn’t feel that incredibly strong urge to assault someone, or to have someone, anyone, touch me. Sure, I was still quite willing to engage in sexual encounters, and I would have done unspeakable things if they were to be performed on Jill.
“N-no, I think I’m fine,” I hurried to say, people looked uneasy. “Thanks, Medea. This is… way better. A-and Jill; I’m s-so… I’m very ashamed of myself for what I did.”
“No worries,” she smiled at me. What a smile! I basically felt myself melt away. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”
“Don’t play it strong, now. Be honest. How’re you doing?” Erika sat beside me with a very singular frown. My love for her was not any weaker that it had ever been. There was just now… this new thing.
“I’m fine! Really!” I said, jumping from the bed. I had this new feelings blooming inside me and I felt like I was somehow cheating on Erika.
We both had been with others. She even had been with… men, as I understood, that didn’t matter. But in my feelings? She had always been there as number one. I considered even making a bad excuse like that I needed air and leave the cabin until I noticed… I couldn’t bear to be away from Jill. I didn’t realize I was that clingy. Maybe it was another cat thing.
Yes, it must have been a cat thing. I wanted nothing more than get close to that delicious, tropical and somewhat wild strawberry-like scent of Jill’s pale skin and rub my everything against it. Pale? Had she always been so… smooth and white? She spent plenty of time under the sun.
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>>2303080 “You okay to continue The Game?” Erika pressed. I had a feeling she wanted me to say no, but I felt fine.
“Yes, yes of course!”
It was Jill’s turn, if I recalled correctly. If she dared me… or even if she didn’t, what if I got my turn? I could dare Jill to… to do things with me! Yes! Of course The Game had to continue.
a) Everyone gets a minute to handle the loser. Some people would hate this one.
b) Loser gets tasked with making a video “worth at least 10 points” to the Panty Raiders.
c) More experiments with the Essence of Femininity. No ingredient left, random effects now.
d) Loser must get intoxicated. Different people can use different methods.
e) Go get more bottles to play with. They can only be picked up with… not with the hands.
And who lost? Of course. Jill is the kind to say her dare beforehand, so she can lose as well. You can always make up your own dares.
Anonymous
Gnattering Yawn
>>2303081 I'm thinking B Erika, an ironic situation where the person making the video is the only one with a full outfit and not in need of any more points.
Aria Silvertail
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I also think B Erika, I don't think c is a good idea because Imo the coven is probably really tired of dealing with essence of feminity results, Erika is practically ripping medea apart
sidreN
>>2303081 a) Carmen
>a) Everyone gets a minute to handle the loser. Some people would hate this one. But some people secretly love it ;)
Gnattering Yawn
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>>2303599 Oh, that's a good idea. Mark me down for that too.
Anonymous
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>>2303081 Jill had said her dare before she even spun the bottle. She was brave like that. I had a feeling Medea and Erika were not in the best of terms as we sat down.
The dare was not particularly harsh; and for one thing I hoped to lose. It would give me the chance to be the one giving a dare that could involve Jill… and it would also mean she would get a whole minute with me.
Sadly for me and my newfound emotions, Carmen was the lucky one. The bottle pointed to her and it was her right now. She did not seem so pleased as she should have.
“I’m going to do it but it doesn’t mean that I have to like it. Alright, how do we go about it?” she said.
“I say choose to the left, or to the right,” Jill suggested. “Your call, really. Whatever you want. We’ll all have a go at it anyway. Here, I’ll set the timer. A minute each, plus fifteen seconds for you to get to the next one. Whenever you’re ready!”
Carmen took a glance around our circle and gave a sigh of exasperation. It was a choice between starting with Lisa or with Lady. Carmen took a seat of Lisa’s lap; which was another good reason for Arthur not to be in here anymore.
“Um… why are you sitting on me?” Lisa asked, half laughing.
“Don’t play dumb, okay? This is the dare. You have a minute to… touch me. Go at it, already.”
“I have a minute to do whatever I want with you, if I understood Jill right,” Lisa got up and while she couldn’t while Carmen was above her, Carmen did get out of the way.
The dare was deceptively simple, as almost all of good ideas Jill usually had. We each had a minute to ‘handle’ Carmen as we saw fit. She would offer no resistance, and there was no limitation aside from the usual ones of not harming her.
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>>2303835 “Alright, what are you going to do to me?” Carmen crossed her arms, expectant and kind of angry.
“Time’s running!” Jill made her cellphone beep; it was rather the sound of a chime; the kind one would expect an older phone to have.
“What? No! Wait! I wanted to… ugh! Whatever!” Lisa panicked. “I guess uh… Carmen, eat me out?”
“Huh? You want me t-to do you?” Carmen questioned, uneasy and not just a little embarrassed.
“I mean yeah… fingering you doesn’t do anything for ME, you know. Go at it, I guess.”
“Fifty one seconds! Hurry or you fail the dare, Carmen!” Jill sang.
Out of everyone in the coven, I guessed Carmen was the least experienced into the girl on girl stuff; yet she still jumped at it after being urged.
Lisa was standing. Carmen kneeled and hugged the rear of the almost unfairly voluptuous blonde, getting two handfuls, slightly spreading them apart. Carmen did not hesitate; we were way beyond that.
Carmen gave exactly three long and slow licks all the way from below Lisa’s vulva all across the labia until the clitoris; then she inserted her tongue.
“E-easy, now! I’m still a little tight!” Lisa warned. I winced. Being on the smaller side, I did not appreciate things being stuck in there when I was un-aroused.
Carmen produced a loud slurp and took her tongue out in a quick motion, then slid it in again. I could not see it but I could clearly hear it. The sound of a fleshy and wet appendage fighting against the friction of a vagina which wanted to remain closed; at least at first.
“T-that’s ah… an interesting thing of going a-about it,” Lisa said. I couldn’t tell if it was a praise or a critique. Either way, she sounded content. “F-faster!”
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>>2303836 Carmen did obey, with her dark hair gripped and her head pushed forward. Lisa started to thrust her hips to match the movements and for a moment there, Carmen’s unusual way had me intrigued. I had never had sex with her before, after all. Not that I had any time to think about anything but how to get inside Jill’s inexistent pants.
“Time’s up!” Jill announced, I was glad she was having one of those mischievous smiles of her. It meant she was recovering.
“W-what? But I’m… s-so close!” Lisa complained to no avail. Carmen only had fifteen seconds to be switched to the next one.
“It is my turn now. Carmen, may I ask you to point your anus towards me?” Medea stepped up with the bottle we had used for Jill’s potion in hand. “I noticed before that you were more receptive to anal stimulation. It will only be for a literal minute but I will try to please you as I can.”
“Does that mean she’s into anal?” Lady giggled. “Naughty girl.” While inappropriate in a zone that was supposed to be free of judgments, Lady did sound rather cattish. Cattish might not be good, but it was undoubtedly feminine.
“Wh-what? No! Who is into…? I’m not into that stuff!” Carmen unsuccessfully tried to deny, getting a stare with palpable skepticism from Erika, Jill and of course myself. None of those stares did Carmen notice since she did obey and pointed her maybe after all not-all-that-flat-ass to us. She could still use some lunges or something.
“We are short on time so do excuse my use of accelerants,” Medea poured just two drops from a small vial. I recognized that scent. I was well acquainted with the substance that was all the rage back at the race; the legendary substance that was spread on the ropes.
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>>2303837 Carmen’s butt shook lightly at the contact at what I assumed was cold liquid. Medea fearlessly spread it around the anus with a lick of her tongue. “It is only fair I share some of its effects,” she surmised. Erika nodded, mumbling something like: “Damn right.”
“I want some of that later,” Lisa said to Medea, desire written all over her face. “I’m going to use it to masturbate, I’m going to be thinking about you and I will not ask for your permission.”
Lisa went crimson as she stated this, and still was filled with conviction. Medea nodded with a wink. Or maybe a blink; it was hard to tell on her. While seductively looking at Lisa, Medea used the mouth of the bottle around Carmen’s spread and tingling bum; lightly rubbing the brown starfish up and down.
“I… I think I’m ready. Please put it in!” Carmen requested.
“Who didn’t like anal?” Erika teased.
“You want to hear it, don’t you? I love stuff up my ass! There! Medea, put it in!” Carmen wagged her behind. It was an inviting proposition.
“A-alright. Hmm; it should not… act this fast.” Medea soon found out that Carmen was not lying. Her little anus was already sort of open and with what seemed like little effort it quickly went out.
While I couldn’t imagine a glass dildo being all that pleasant, Carmen did not share my opinion. She looked like she had a lot of fun with Medea moving the thing inside of her.
“And that’s a minute! Switch!” Jill interrupted.
“B-but!” Carmen was the one complaining now.
“No butts,” Jill hardly forbade with a bad pun, and then took a little pity. “Alright; tell you what. You can leave the bottle there. Aria, you’re up!”
“Ah, me?”
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>>2303838 a) The tail.
b) Aria gives Carmen a good fucking making provoking eye-contact with Jill.
c) Aria makes Carmen admit to her love for yet another practice.
d) Aria has Carmen please her instead of the other way around.
e) Carmen begs and Aria finished with the bottle.
You can also tell me what you want Erika, Jill and Lady (in that order) to do to Carmen if you want. Erika plans a sixty-nine; Jill’s idea backfires on her and Lady just wants to cup a feel (unless C). Switch them if you have something better in mind.
Gnattering Yawn
>>2303839 C or E. A would be selfish, it's a finishing move only halfway through, but both of these other options look good.
No complaints about the upcoming lineup, it all looks fun from here.
sidreN
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>>2303839 C
Erikas seems fine
can't wait to see Jill utterly fail again :>
I guess Lady gets a chance to mean again, even if its just for a minute (at this night..) And with her new "disarmed" body she can't hurt Carmen. Pretty strange but fitting symbiosis of the two :]
Aria Silvertail
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>>2303839 C, and I think it would be fun if Lady started catching on to the general behavior of the party, but way overcompensates with her "talking pretty" just in case she's wrong so she doesn't get tickled again.
Aria Silvertail
And to her horror finds out that she actually likes being called a good girl. (sorry for the double post, also my picture didn't work, I think mobile may be a bit bugged)
Anonymous
Lavalamp
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>>2303839 “Yes, you; Kitty-Cat. You have… eight seconds to come up with something new! Or you can just keep ramming the bottle up there!”
I wanted to tell to Jill “Stop calling me Kitty-Cat!” but for some reason I didn’t had it in me to go against her in any way. I had eight seconds.
I felt the pressure that I had to come up with something. After all, I didn’t want to take the easy way out. People would think less of me. Jill would think less of me. We were all friends; we were all trusting, we had all bared our souls to one another.
Or had we?
I still remembered what it felt to ‘be’ Carmen. I had seen things from her perspective. I had hated myself at that tennis court for winning and ‘cheating’ and ‘being cheap’ and understood perfectly what she meant. I had thought everyone was out to get me, I had thought myself miserable because they all forced me to play that dumb Game that I hated so much… until I didn’t.
I remembered how it all started; it was when Aria – that was the real me – had dared me – me, being Carmen – to do something demeaning, humiliating, stupid and very offensive. Pose like a dog. BE a dog, a bitch.
The embarrassment had basically drowned me so much I felt numb, and the feeling of being so unfairly treated, but also stripped of all responsibility and power; I had loved it from Carmen’s perspective. I had felt it as Aria, too; I didn’t mind when other people took charge and I could blame them for what happened and I only stood there, powerless and not possibly at fault; being led.
It was time for Carmen to share something more with the rest of us.
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>>2304319 Aside from that hot minute when it was first discovered by everyone and we didn’t know each other that much to begin with, my lesbianism has never been truly anything that I had been made felt less for or any way for anyone to judge me. I knew Carmen would be the same.
Carmen had crawled to me – the bottle still in her butt – and Jill lisped counting the seconds down one by one as it to annoy me. It had instead helped me focus.
“…one, zero!” Alright, Aria; what are you going to do with Carmen?” Jill finished he count.
I gave a quick summersault from my sitting position to behind Carmen. All things being equal, I did appreciate the variety of movements now available to me.
“It’s going to be the tail, isn’t it? Prepare for a wild ride, girl!” Erika wrongly guessed, although it was a good guess.
With gentle hands I directed Carmen to what I knew to be her favorite position; the one she made me do the first time she made a serious dare to me. Bottom up, chest down, legs spread, arms resting parallel. I began talking then, since we had limited time.
“How do you feel when we make you act like a dog and put you in a leash? Or when we take you for a walk in front of people? Remember that?”
“We don’t have time for that walk. Maybe later… if you want,” Carmen misdirected.
“Not I’m saying we’re taking it. I’m asking you how you felt back then. Do you remember, or do you want me to tell them?”
“H-how would you… know what I… felt…” Carmen struggled to speak.
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>>2304320 I had begun resuming Medea’s job with one hand, and yet with Carmen laying this way I had complete access to the whole perineum. Just because there was something in her bum it didn’t mean I had to limit myself to that. I was quite horny myself, and for a long time had been wondering about Carmen’s taste; I had to no longer. She was a tad more bitter and exotic than most; her juices were thick and not quite sweet while not quite sour. Her skin was salty with sweat, even close to her nethers. In front of me I mostly had the lower part of her vagina and that’s what I worked with.
“You like pain. Not… suffering, pain; just a little, the right amount. You like being humiliated; no, you love it. You love it when you lose all your power. You love it when you let go,” I said in a single breath and continued to please Carmen.
“Who would ever… like pain… and humiliation?” Carmen misdirected again.
“You’d be surprised,” Jill voiced with experience. “We have a few of those around; although not many admit it at first.”
“You do,” I kissed her pussy. “You feel good when we do it to you, and I want you to feel good. I want you to know let yourself be you. I want you to flash people because we told you to and hate it a little because it’s always hard; but then go back and reflect on it and admit that you liked it and want to do it again.”
“Aria… you’re saying… dumb stuff,” Carmen panted. When my mouth was busy talking, I used my fingers instead. My nails were a little too long for comfort now so I had to be careful.
“It doesn’t matter. It’s the truth. Carmen I… love you. Not in the same way I love Erika or… ehem,” I almost said Jill, “the point is that I love you. Come out of the closet, Carmen. Let us please you.”
“I like anal! I’m an anal whore! That’s all!” Carmen yelled quite loudly.
“You are also a masochist. Say it,” there, I had put it into straightforward words.
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>>2304322 It was no surprise to Jill or Medea and little surprise to Erika. Lisa would have found it somewhat unexpected. Lady had a wide smile on her cute face.
“N-no, that is… perverse!” Carmen still resisted.
“I’m a lesbian, and kind of a pervert. I love the smell of pussy. I love the taste. I’m a crybaby a-and I’m insecure about my height or how people don’t believe my actual age! I’ve… kind of had a crush… just kind of, on my best friend back at home for years, and I have a lot of porn in my laptop; l-like… twenty videos, easy!” I admitted it all, going red in the face but knowing that I would face no judgment.
Carmen was drenched, the mysterious aphrodisiac had started making effect and making her dehydrate through her vagina at alarming degrees. I was using both hands on Carmen and even then she clenched and pressed against me, rather dangerous because of my claws. The minute had to be over by now, but Jill wasn’t saying anything.
“Uh… twenty videos aren’t a lot. Not even close,” Erika commented. Lisa nodded vigorously. Lady looked like she wanted to say something but thought better about it.
“A-and no one thinks any less of you for it!” Carmen hurried to also say in a single breath. She was having troubles there herself.
“Then how is it that you’re afraid to say what you think!” I had coiled my tail around the bottle and I was working it that way. Carmen’s whole body was shivering and still for whatever reason she looked far away from climax. “Do you think I will hate you because you’re a masochist? Do you think I will make fun of you?”
“No! It isn’t like that!”
“A-and more importantly!” this was harsh but I needed to do it this way. I pressed the bottle as deep as the neck would go – no way it was making it further – I pressed her clit, almost crushing it. “Do you really think you’re fooling anyone?”
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>>2304323 Carmen gave a soft screech like she was deflating. She fell flat. I stood up and jumped back to my place, knowing the minute was long over.
*
Even with that, Carmen did not admit it to anyone but me, and technically Medea, by whispering under her breath. Jill swore that conveniently the minute was done the moment I finished with Carmen. Erika proposed a sixty-nine position for her turn.
It was quite stimulating watching Erika and Carmen go at it. Medea had not completely healed me of whatever that cat-heat did to me; I was still – and pardon the expression – horny as fuck.
Speaking of Medea, she was rubbing her legs together and moaning her and there, every now and then sneaking a finger down there going for a little swim. She was not hiding the fact she was extremely aroused; if anything, I’d say she was denying herself in purpose to make it last longer.
Erika had to be at the bottom because of Carmen’s bottle, still lodged pretty deep in there. Erika knew how to use a mouth and fingers, making almost all of us blush; Carmen most of all. Erika was good in making several things happen at once, and also did not completely ignore the bottle since it was already where it needed to be. Meanwhile, to be completely honest, Carmen was still getting her bearings. Among us all, she had had the least amount of sex during camp; except for course when compared to our newborn, Lady. Carmen not only did not have a boyfriend, she also had not participated in that many sessions with other girls as far as I was aware.
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>>2304324 Which was the very justified reason for which Carmen was the least participative of the exchange. I was flattered she had started taking pointers from me; separating the two big sets of lips from below and curving her tongue inward to reach at the walls; a trick I hadn’t learned from anyone and was basically experimenting with – doing with my tongue what I usually did with my tail –, but it was for no avail to Carmen. She could hardly move under Erika’s tyranny.
Instead of experimenting, Erika was having fun using something already proved and tested: two fingers in one hand scooping alternatively, getting out the downright amazing amount of fluids inside Carmen’s vagina and using it to soak all areas to further lubricate everything; a powerful thumb circling and pressing around Carmen’s clitoris – that regrettably I never had the chance to taste –; then a playful tongue making use of those scooping fingers separating the dark, exterior folds; finally another hand solely dedicated to twisting, pulling and pushing the glass object which Carmen did not seem to want to remove from where it was.
There was only so much that could be done in a limited amount of time, though. “Your minute is over!” Jill chanted goadingly, knowing Carmen was being interrupted during the best parts.
“N-noo! J-Jill, no! I can’t… a minute is not enough!” Carmen stressed. “Erika, please; don’t stop!”
“Alrighty… then,” Erika obeyed, and while she was getting the least in the exchange, she was still engaging in sex and had the flushed face and accelerated breathing to prove it.
“You’re going to fail your dare, you know?” Jill taunted.
“T-then fine! Jill, please I’m so… s-so close! Make m-me a bitch or tie me up a-and spread my genitals, I don’t care! A-a minute more!”
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>>2304325 “Relax,” Jill allowed. “I said a minute minimum. Well, I didn’t say it but I meant it. I’m only giving you forty more seconds, though; and not a second more. Think of it as a… kind of torture,” Jill winked at me, making my heart skip a beat.
“Not enough! T-that’s not… enough… ah, faster; I beg you, Erika; FASTER!” Carmen whined and cried.
“I’ll do… what I can… but when Jill says stop; I stop,” Erika decided.
Erika’s movements became faster, Carmen focused more on moving her rear up and down to maximize her own pleasure than moving her mouth to return the wide array of favors being bestowed in her person. Erika did not seem to mind she was only getting second-class service and pressed on.
Forty seconds were past in Jill’s timer before I ever had time to admire the situation further and when the phone beeped, Erika ceased all movement, then pushed Carmen away.
“N-no! Erika, please! I’m close; I’m close this time I promise! I n-need; I need!” Carmen started.
“I told you to relax, didn’t I?” Jill, pulled Carmen’s shoulder so they would face each other. “Now it’s my turn. Alright, spread them; I’m going to…!”
“That is not advisable in your current situation,” was all Medea had the chance to say before an enraged Carmen jumped a weakened Jill.
Still spattered with Erika’s taste all over, Carmen planted a forceful kiss on the beautiful redhead, stunning her and pushing her back. Carmen got ahold of those perfect, white buttocks and pressed both womanhoods together, starting to rub them across.
Jill could do nothing but let out a muffled scream and fall back. In two seconds flat, something I had not seen other than in the most aggressive uses of my tail, Jill climaxed and her eyes went white.
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>>2304326 I jumped in to get Carmen away from Jill, I got some help from Erika. “Carmen! Remember how Jill is right now, you can’t…!” Erika pulled her.
“I need it to end! I need this to end; please!” Carmen wept, not giving up her actions. She was nearly out of her mind. She kept clawing and kicking and trying to get back to the now passed out Jill as she could.
With no choice, I nodded at Erika, who was already busy holding Carmen back. With careful positioning, I spread Carmen and put my tail inside of her. I did not hold back.
“AAAAaaaEEEEEEaaaaAAAh!” she yelled out like a broken siren and flailed wildly, but she did stop after a few seconds, just as Jill’s phone beeped at the end of the next minute.
Carmen finally gave out and although not unconscious, she did give out everything and fell to the wooden floor, sweating like she was at a sauna and having small spasms every now and then.
“Did that count as the minute?” Lisa asked timidly, hoping for a yes. I sought Medea’s eyes defiantly. Jill was in no condition to do this again.
“It will have to,” Medea said, gulping. “T-this is… my fault, after all. I should not have used the a-aphrodisiac. N-now, I’m having troubles of my own a-and…”
She signaled with her eyes. Both the bottle we used to play and the one that we were warned not to use so soon again were both glowing. I hurried to get the one that was inside Carmen, scared it could burst. Carmen and Medea let out a little scream of pleasure at the same time I did this, each for their own reasons.
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>>2304327 Medea needed some release badly or would end up like Carmen and she we would not hold back no matter what we tried; Carmen and Jill were passed out, I really needed to at least touch Jill’s skin but knew I couldn’t, Lady hadn’t had her turn yet and the bottles were both full, we didn’t have another one to use.
a) Aria is affected enough to take Medea on provided Jill serves as visual stimulation. Dispose of bottles.
b) The Game must go on. Lady takes an unconscious Carmen and let’s hope the bottles hold on.
c) Call it a night. Tomorrow Lady gets her turn with Carmen’s reluctant permission.
d) Call it a night. Carmen has failed her dare and will need to be punished.
e) Call it a night. Medea assumes the fault for the failed dare and will need punishment tomorrow.
f) Experiment with the bottles, empty them out and go get a new one. Night can still go on.
Aria Silvertail
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F, it would also give time for Carmen to wake back up.
Anonymous
>>2304329 D - its way too late already. Let's call it off and let everyone rest. Lady might be a bit disappointed, but there no harm in that.
Carmen failed and needs a punishment (which is actually a Win:win situation ;)
How about we let her in care of Lady for the next or half Day? Maybe Lady learns a few things about the troubles of being a girl while at it.
E - technically Medea did nothing wrong, but I can't recall having read about her having to go through a daycare yet ;)
would support it if 2 others vote for it too :)
Lavalamp
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>>2304329 a -> e
I feel like we need a little more out of Aria x Jill before we reset her affection to a new target
>>2304402 Agreed, Medea day dare should be interesting
Gnattering Yawn
>>2304329 E this time, I think. Carmen getting a penalty is definitely a win/win, but I'm interested in seeing a Medea penalty now. Perhaps it can be mixed with A, I'm ambivalent.
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Parts have been a little late and I have not been responding or giving post the attention they needed. Been sick as a dog and free healthcare is a joke while not-free healthcare is incredibly expensive thanks to free healthcare. I paid a laughable fraction of what you'd pay at the US and I still feel robbed. Not ranting or venting: but you did deserve some sort of explanation.
>>2302107 Post away! If the mods are fine with it, I am as well. We've gotten away with some /u/ images already which are explicitly forbidden at the sticky. There is no way to tell if this is where they draw the line. If worse comes to worse, we can move to another board so we can keep posting /u/ or /d/ stuff if we go that route.
>>2303091 >>2303841 Thank you for the Pokégirls.
>>2303890 No worries. We have reached the 300 post, now we can basically post irrelevant stuff until we reach page 10. New thread incoming soon.
>>2304519 That's a nice one. Wonder if the author ever made full nudes of her characters? She does like to meddle with female nudity in her novel and dreaming is free.
I mean uncensored; I am aware each new loli in the story is introduced by being stripped and having that scene drawn.
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>>2304329 “We’ll carry out tomorrow,” I decided. I wanted The Game to go on very badly for the chance to touch Jill, but decided that after all it wasn’t worth it, not in exchange for everyone’s safety. “We don’t have any more bottles and we can’t risk these bursting on us. It would also be a waste to just throw them out after all. We are just learning Alchemy.”
“It backfires on us every goddamn time,” Erika said, still putting the bottles away in the bathroom, which was objectively the safest place for them.
“So we have to keep practicing so it doesn’t backfire. We can use them as cures. See how they helped Aria?” Lisa argued, carrying Jill to my bed in a fairly impressive feat of strength.
“I can’t… I can’t really quit for tonight. I’m going to need… ah…” Medea was sitting on a corner, both hands on her vagina and with trembling legs. We also needed to deal with that, but I had it covered.
“Lisa, I’m sorry. C-can you sleep with Medea tonight? Help her out… a little?” I couldn’t help but blush at the insinuation of what I wanted her to do.
“Sure thing. Medea, all other stuff aside… you really need this,” Lisa agreed easily, as I knew she would.
“I was s-stupid to use the… ah…! The potion! It is… ah! It is quite strong, h-how did you…?” Medea squealed and kept moving awkwardly.
“We didn’t. We suffered the whole thing through,” Erika reprimanded, the bottles were now away and now busy helping a stunned Carmen to the top bunk with Lisa’s cooperation. “And unlike you, I had Aria to help. She can’t use her tail on you, right? Unless that’s the way you want your cherry to pop.”
“That’s why I said Lisa should do it,” I kept to my point.
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>>2305144 Carmen got to her bed and not having spent ten seconds awake – or semi-awake –, fell asleep right there; I jumped up there and started covering her with the bed sheets for all the good it would do. Carmen wriggled around way too much at night.
“We’ll try to be quick and not make much noise,” Lisa also blushed. She was not bothering to hide her desire, not that she had a reason to. “Medea, let’s keep it down, okay?”
“What about me?” Lady wondered, I had factored her in but her role should be fairly obvious for anyone else to guess.
“You sleep on top of my bunk. I’ll keep a close eye on you,” Erika was the one to voice it first. Now everyone’s sleeping positions were set, everyone except…
“Sorry that I won’t sleep with you tonight, Lisa,” I did my best not to sound too eager. “I guess I’ll sleep on my own bed…”
“No, Aria. That’s for Jill, remember?” Erika pointed it out without looking at me. She looked exhausted after everything.
“I don’t like sleeping alone anymore; and don’t occupy much space! A-and I’m warm!” I had plenty of more arguments should they be needed. “Ask Lisa!”
“No; you saw what happened,” Erika kept denying me something so simple. “You can sleep with me if you want. Jill is too delicate right now. We’ll figure out what to do with that tomorrow. Maybe we can cure her with the bottles. For now it’s best she’s left alone.”
I knew that, but… I really needed to…
“I’ll be careful! I’m very soft, too! I’m worried about her! I really want to sleep with her tonight!”
“It’s not about being careful. Getting anyone’s hands on you’s no good,” even Lady was not letting me have it. I don’t give a rat’s…” Erika eyed Lady warningly, “Uh… I don’t care if I’m just a girl or a rat or whatever you want to turn me into. I need some sleep and that Jill chick does too.”
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>>2305145 “We all do,” Erika continued the thought, grabbing me. “Aria, let’s go. You’re with me tonight.”
My plan hadn’t worked. I couldn’t do anything but pout and curse my bad luck. I wanted to be with Jill! Jill, not Erika! I loved Erika but I really needed to touch Jill right now! Just a little… just a taste of her… delicious sweat running down her body, just to know the sensation of her skin once more; just those rosy lips of her against mine; maybe a tiny, itty, bitty touch of her slit; just feel it. Maybe suckle on her boobs some, carefully. I asked for so little!
“Then now there is t-the order of… ah! There is the order of… business of w-what to… ah… ahh!” Medea panted, struggling to string so much as two words together, being too busy using both hands to do what she could. She looked so lewd doing that, in front of all of us, eyes closed and when it wasn’t even part of a dare or anything. “Of what to do for my… p-punishment…! AHH! For ruining the dare!”
“Ask Jill or Carmen when they wake up. It was their thing,” Erika noticed. I knew she noticed. “And Aria, I can’t definitely let you sleep with Jill now. You’re practically eating poor Zelda here with your eyes. Want me to play with your pussy, you sly kitty?”
“I’m not a… kitty,” but yes, I needed some release. I would do whatever it took if it could be with Jill, but deep down I knew Lady and Erika were right.
“Didn’t answer my question. Come on; kitty, kitty; want to play?” Erika smiled at me and grabbed me, taking me to her bed, rubbing my bottom.
“Medea, come here,” Lisa called.
We were as quiet as we could, all of us. To my ears it all sounded incredibly noisy, but Jill’s breathing or even Carmen’s never showed any sign that they ever woke up during the nocturnal activities. Whatever the case, I guessed that we did it right.
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>>2305146 After Medea was beckoned to Lisa’s bed, Medea supernaturally jumped the blonde and while Medea wasn’t one to look like she’d take the initiative, the starting kiss was such I was worried there for a second she might be trying to get more blood.
I wasn’t technically the best person to judge what happened once one was exposed to that thing on the ropes back then; as I was the only person who could almost bypass it. That said, I was quite aware what extreme sexual arousal felt like. It was great and it was awful.
Lisa was not surprised or even slowed down by the sudden approach. Watching those two – or hearing them, in this case – was a thing of wonder; they could each move each other like they were nothing more than ragdolls. Lisa easily positioned tiny Medea against the bed and started being the one providing the pleasure. Lisa ran all of Medea’s supple and petite body with her tongue in a single line that left an unending road of saliva across it. When Lisa finally made it near the loins, for the first time in a while Medea let go off her own genitals to allow someone else to take care of them.
There was no preamble or need for any foreplay or pretention, as little romantic as it was. Medea was as soaked as anyone else could get under the influence of that damnable and dangerous liquid, and Lisa had been wanting this for a long time as well. Carmen’s dare had been a punishment to basically all of us; playing with the poor girl for a merely a minute also meant we couldn’t finish properly and we were all understandably frustrated.
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>>2305147 Lisa dug in with an eager tongue and even more eager hands; she could only last for a few seconds before deciding to turn around and present her own pussy to Medea in turn. Medea did not miss a beat to start returning the favor she was still receiving. With both of them embraced and moaning – lightly – they shared a ferocious kiss each to the other’s delicate parts. The wet, slapping sound of lips against lips, tongues against labia and the fluids mixing would have been enough to not let me sleep even if I had been as calm as I could possibly be.
Of course, I had not started calm, and it was very nice of Erika to notice, if still cruel for keeping me apart from Jill. Erika was not in the mood for reciprocation. She sat behind me, surrounding me with her strong and toned legs. Trapped as I was, her hands had full access to anything they wanted to grab or abuse.
Biting my ears, trapping my tail under her armpit, playing with my breast, sticking fingers inside me; she was driving me crazy. The sounds of yowling that I had already hoped to have controlled came back, although at least not in full. At no other time was I happier of my nocturnal vision, as I could at least watch the silhouette of Jill’s beauty and even sometimes allowed myself to think it was her behind me.
Another guilty set of sounds was coming from above. It was unfair for us to think she was not also dealing with something of her own. Lady had been the only one who hadn’t even the chance to so much as touch Carmen; and could not even be touched because of her peculiarities. Thanks to the reflection of the window and my hearing, there was nothing she could hide from me, not in this instance.
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>>2305149 I couldn’t help but feel sorry for Lady. She could not even placate that awful hunger; scratch that itch. She attempted it several times, always to give up after her sensitivity got the best of her. She was getting closer each time, and could even tolerate squeezing her tights together. She did her best to hide her actions, hiding under the covers and biting on her pillow to muffle the noises she couldn’t help but make.
Lady was the first to give out, as the stimulus of a finger making it straight into her smooth folds was enough to fire her up. All that visual and hearing awareness I had proved my downfall and I was the next to follow. Then, Medea let out a wailing cry she shared with Lisa that miraculously didn’t wake up either Carmen or Jill.
As Erika kissed me good night, I had to admit things were getting a little too out of control. Maybe we should delete that circle under our cabin first thing in the morning.
a) Medea’s day dare is to watch and teach things to Lady.
b) Medea is to be Lady’s plaything and slave of sorts. Lady will be filled as to avoid doing anything dangerous.
c) Medea is to join the Panty Raiders. There is now an entrance ceremony for anyone who wishes to, and it’s quite embarrassing.
d) Medea experiments with Essence of Femininity and the bottles; this time she had no other test subjects other than herself.
e) Medea is to be Jill’s plaything. Jill will find out what Medea’s limits are when there’s not an incredibly powerful incentive to tolerate it all.
f) In a weird turn of events, Medea ends up in charge of both Carmen and Lady.
Aria Silvertail
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I feel like a is fair. Lady didn't get to take part in the dare, or relieve herself at all, and medea would be a good teacher to show how her body needs attention
Gnattering Yawn
>>2305150 Something between A and B, I think. Not a full on slave, but giving Lady some... freedoms in their interactions.
Anonymous
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>>2305150 A+"B lite" or F
Lets not get too carried away from apearences, she was still duke less than a day ago.. Wouldn't "trust" her yet to give Medea in her care, even as a punishment for failure. The two may have too much tension in between them. There should be at least one other Person to keep her in check.
>>2304829 > /e/cchi is for: > - Pictures of animu girls featuring either sexy clothing or nudity without sex. > - Masturbation and suggestive touching pictures are allowed as long as it's one girl doing it to herself without use of toys. Technically that's clothing ... ;)
(Just posting it because we're over 300posts already, so even if harm done, it won't last that long)
Lavalamp
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>>2305150 We'll do a mixture of A/B leaning towards A.
It's page 10 so next part just HAS to make it; yet I'll see what I can do.
If the story doesn't come out today or thread disappears, everything's fine; it's just that I can't so much as look at the screen right now.
Regardless, even if the part does come out today next part will be after a short break. I have to heal up to a functional level first.
Should't be more than a few days, hopefully.
Gnattering Yawn
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>>2305935 The pastebin for this thread is ready: zAQaxYJ7
Hope you get better soon. If the thread gets archived without a new thread being up, we'll know to just go find the new thread the ordinary way.
