After AnimeCon 2: Nothing but Nonsense (Patreon)

/// What it says right there on the tin. You probably shouldn't read this at work, but I don't think it's quite enough to warrant a NSFW warning.

    “So—they’re leaving us all alone?” Kelly murmured out loud, as if thinking to herself. “Leaving us to our own devices, in this nice big house. Well, when the cats are away, the mice do play?”

    “Please sir, can we have some sex?” Emily asked, cupping her hands in front of Brian and putting on a pleading expression. “Please sir—may we have some more??”

    “Here?” Brian chuckled. “At your mom’s place?”

    “I just need a little infusion of magic,” Kelly smiled sweetly. “Then, I can tell you all about whatever happens next. Whether or not they’re after us. Out to get us. If we should be packing up in a hurry and on the run, or if we can be at ease. Bri, it’s not like I want to keep all of these future things secret. I’d spill it all, if I only could! Just, to do that I need a little… something from you…”

    “A l’il… something something,” Emily added with a suggestive nibble at her lip.

    She motioned again with her cupped hands.

    “Well, I mean you have the jar right there, don’t you?” Brian teased, grabbing the sloshing glassware from where it rested upon the bed.

    “...And drink up all of Emily’s savings?!” Kelly protested, clutching at her scarcely-contained breasts and then pressing them together until her cleavage formed a deep line. “You want us to just… squander away the spend she’s so scrupulously stashed away? What she was saving for a rainy day, or for emergencies?! Really? When we have the eminently fuckable source of it all right here in front of us…? And, anyways, I need to be fucked. It’s way overdue, Brian.”

    “What’s wrong with a kiss?!” Brian quoted with a chuckle. “Last time, that was more than enough. Why not start off with a kiss?There’s no need to galloping like a bull straight for the—”

    “Okay, sure, but how about instead of that, you dick me down and then blast each of my holes sloppy full of hot jizz?” Kelly suggested, stamping her foot in frustration in a way that caused parts of her to jiggle enticingly. “Pump me fucking full of that stuff, I wanna be like—saturated with your seed.”

    “Puh-leeease, sir?” Emily pleaded again. “Oh, please! Please give us some sucky fucky??”

    “Shoot huge, thick loads deep inside my pussy. Pump some of that milky macchiato right down my fuckin’ throat, Brian,” Kelly leaned in closer. “I need all the mojo you can spare if I’m expected to properly divine all our fortunes, right? Hell, use my ass, too—y’know, I’ve never had more than a finger back there, but—”

    “A-HEM, ahrm, ahrmrmhrm—” Emily elbowed Kelly. “I’m uh, yeah I’m also glad to um, share the heavy burden of all of that abuse. I’m right here, too! Happy to help. I’m a helper!”

    “Ah, right, and save some special sauce for our little bi burrito, I guess?” Kelly conceded. “She can have just a little tiny bit, if there’s any left over to spare. Since I’m feeling—”

    “Just a little bit?!” Emily growled. “Ahem, what my crayon-eating bimbo friend here is trying to say, is that—”

     “—Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll even allow Christine to lap up whatever’s left after that!” Kelly continued, before turning to Emily. “Crayon-eating? Really? You know what Kitten, you do have your own damn jar already, go eat—”

    “I saved you a blue one, they’re the best ones!” Emily made a production of pretending to chew while pantomiming the motion of offering a crayon towards Brian. “Hey wait—that metaphor actually kind of slaps? With all our different color bullshit going on. Oooh yeah, scribble up my insides, Brian—!”

    “Emily, that’s it—you can watch us fuck from the chair,” Kelly pointed at the office chair tucked into the desk. “Get cucked, loser. You can just eat from your dumb jar and watch! Hmmph!”

    “Babe, my room, my rules,” Emily stuck out her tongue. “This is the Emily kingdom. The Principality of Emily. And, the first law of the land here, is that there’s a heavy tax on anything and everything that spurts its way outta Brian’s dick! I’m talkin’ like—eighty to ninety percent or more of all that cum is getting levied, here. House rules, sorry. Be real, you don’t even need that much baby batter to spark up some insights in the first place. If we’re—”

    “Eighty percent?!” Brian played along. “Emily—that’s outrageous! Forty is the best I can do. There’s also Christine to consider, so if—”

    “Sixty is as low as I’ll go!” Emily decided. “No, wait. Sixty-nine, s’gotta be sixty-nine, then. Obviously. I get my sixty-nine percent. Y’all can distribute up the rest however you want.”

    “Um, hello??” Kelly laughed. “I need all of the semen we can spare, obviously. Most of it’s all gotta go into me, so I expect all of my holes to be oozing with jism. My power needs some proper oomph, okay? So that I have the power to lift up the skirt of fate herself and diddle some fucking secrets out of her slippery snatch. When we want a random buffet tray summoned, THEN we’ll squirt some spooge into you, pipsqueak.”

    “You—you told them about my powers already?!” Emily exclaimed in giddy faux-outrage, turning quickly from Kelly to Brian and back again. “Kello babe, what the fuck?! That—th-that was SUPPOSED to be a big secret!!”

    “See?” Kelly teased. “My future sight is unbeatable! Yes dear, we know everything about your power already. Get wrecked. So what if you can conjure buffet trays, big whoop. If you thought you could hide—”

    “That’s cheating!” Emily let out a nervous giggle. “That’s cheating! Brian, come on. I demand a redo. Take this dumb broad’s powers back, and give her something more like she deserves. Something more fitting for her. I dunno, tiddy powers, or something? Lactation-related. Like, we could milk stuff out of her? Free milkies, on demand. Guys don’t look at me like that, it’s not THAT weird. It’s a perfectly normal fetish. Or, fine, how about—”

    “Alright, alright, alright!” Brian held up his hands. “It uh, it gets hard to tell when you guys are fighting and when you’re flirting, so if we can serious up for a sec and—”

    “Ooh, we’re just playing, Brian!” Kelly cooed, pulling Emily deep into her bosom to show their camaraderie. “Emily promised she would be my good little bi-sexy burrito. Didn’t she? She just came out of the closet for me. Just now. Didn’t we, Kitten?”

    “Ugggh, this is so unfairrr,” Emily protested as her face was smooshed into Kelly’s tits. “Mllphllphllphh! These things are just—they just. Why are they so fuckin’ huge and hypnotizing?! Ugh! I can feel my own damn IQ dropping, here. Big plush pair of fucking milkers make me as dumb and horny as Kelly is. A stupid sloot! C-can we just—”

    “Sssh Kitten, sshhhh—” Kelly stroked her fingers through the girl’s shaggy blue hair. “Everything’s going just as planned, see? Brian’s got himself a bit of a hard-on going on, so. Emmie, why don’t we get you undressed, so that we can get you filled and folded like the proper little burrito you are, okay? Then, we can focus on finishing deep inside me—”

    “No, the plan was to get the stupid tits-for-brains girl dressed as Akane, so that we could do a super sexy roleplay sorta thing for Brian!” Emily grumbled. “Have you act out the fuckin’ character. Since both Bri and I have been huge into Shinobi Souls, since like, duh, forever.”

    “Okay and it was a good plan, but, I’ve never seen Shinobi Souls!” Kelly gave the seat of Emily’s pants a playful slap. “I don’t know a single thing about the character, except that you cosplayed her at AnimeCon.”

    “You—wait, really?!” Emily jerked back from Kelly. “Not a single episode? Ever? Be for real. You haven’t seen any Shinobi Souls like—at all?!”

    “Most people haven’t?” Kelly chuckled.

    “Yes they have,” Emily argued. “It’s like one of the most popular animes.”

    “Most normal people don’t watch anime?” Kelly shrugged. “Sorry, just—”

    “Any and all sexy time is cancelled,” Emily announced in a grave voice. “Brian, Christine. Break out my box set from the middle shelf, there. We have to educate Kelly properly on Shinobi Souls. I figure we can get through at least half of season one today, and then tomorrow we’ll pick up—”

    “Shinobi Souls is just one of those degenerate weeaboo things for greasy perverts,” Kelly rolled her eyes. “I know my sister once said—”

    “It is not!” Emily protested. “It—”

    “Literally look at what I’m wearing,” Kelly gestured down the scandalous outfit she was nearly bursting free of. “Like… look.”

    “Th-that doesn’t even count!” Emily argued. “She’s just one character. Most of the show is like a political drama, with clan alliances and strategic sort of maneuvering for—”

    “Okay, but is it making Brian’s dick hard?” Kelly asked, looking over Emily’s head towards Brian and Christine. “Me wearing this Shinobi Souls getup.”

    “Well… I mean…” Emily’s train of thought further derailed at spotting the noticeable tent in Brian’s pants. “Yeah I guess.”

    “You there, maid,” Kelly snapped her fingers twice and pointed at Christine. “Get this poor man’s dick out. Now.”

    There was a pause as Christine regarded Brian and then turned back to Kelly with an impassive expression.

    “I’m… grateful for some of the things you’ve done, Kelly, I really am,” Christine said. “But, am I just the whole group’s maid? Or, am I in service specifically to Brian? Brian’s maid. And at his command. I just think that it needs to be… crystal clear, who’s in charge of me.”

    “Look, Christine’s talking back to us, already!” Emily jabbed a gleeful finger through the air. “Brian, she’s slipping. She needs some of that corrective medicine, STAT. Thirty CCs of debitching essence into her rectum, right away!”

    “What’s with all the sudden interest in butt stuff today?” Brian asked. “We haven’t uh, haven’t even really experimented or anything with any of that stuff. We don’t even know if these essence infusions work that way, yet.”

    “Aha, yet!” Emily echoed. “Emphasis on the yet. So, he’s basically acknowledging that yeah we definitely are gonna be doin’ thorough ‘tests,’ soon. Prepare your anus, Chrissie girl and K-dawg. Oh lawdie, he comin’! And, he’s a girthy motherfucker, so—”

    “He can buttfuck me if he wants,” Christine said. “Whatever he wants is fine.”

    “Yeah, well, Chrissie’s grown enough that she can be bottle fed,” Kelly said, jerking her chin towards the jar. “Because, necessity demands I get the fresh injection! I told her to whip his dick out, not to gobble up all the glue. I mean, do y’all want to know the future, or not? Christine’s the housemaid, she can fluff him. She needs to start getting used to doing that on the regular anyways. But, the actual cream supreme? Is headin’ my way. Sorry, that’s just how the Sends work.”

    “You don’t get to hog the cum-hose!” Emily exclaimed. “That’s literally a human rights violation. We have to do equal shares. I need my proper daily amount, or I get anxiety! And Christine needs like, her regular dosage of debitchifier, or she’ll lapse and have Chloe episodes. Is that what you want?! Chloe episodes? Really? Right in front of my—”

    “So, I’m just the damn cum-hose now?” Brian muttered, sharing a wry smile with Christine. “Hah, and to think that—”

    “Th-the handsomest cum-hose!” Emily hurried to correct herself. “You’re the best, Brian babe. My bigly Brian bear. I uh, I just mean—well, listen, you also shoot out addictive psychoactive mega cumwads! By like the fucking gallon. C’mon, man. Brian my man. Brian my broseph. You know we love you, bro. There’s just also, wellll, we need our fix!”

    “Your proper daily amount—Emily you had half a damn jar, already!” Kelly gesticulated in exasperation. “Be satisfied sucking some leftovers out of my slit afterwards, you little slut.”

    “YOU’RE the slut!” Emily retorted. “Slootbags McSlutters. Horny the Whorehog. Nasty, naughty, nibble-knockers the ninth—”

    “Why’s it always sound so fucking juvenile when you try to talk dirty to me?” Kelly palmed a handful of Emily’s ass. “Huh? Emily? Emmie my bravest little tugboat, if we’re—”

    “Alright, enough,” Brian said. “Let’s do this—but, we’ll do things my way. Understood? Christine, you don’t have to listen to them, but you do have to listen to me.”

    “Of course,” Christine nodded with obvious satisfaction.

    “Unzip my pants,” Brian instructed, placing his hand at the crown of her head. “You’re going to play with my dick. Emily?”

    “Yes?” Emily eagerly hopped to attention.

    “You’re going to start by suckling Kelly’s toes again,” Brian said.

    “Yes…” Emily’s shoulders sagged.

    “I said you’re going to start there,” Brian continued. “You’re going to then work your way up her legs, to her thighs—until you’re right there, face to face with her pussy. You’re going to eat her out, while we watch.”

    “Oh, hah, um, okay?” Emily’s face flushed red. “I guess. I can do that? Did you uhhh, did you somehow—?”

    “Yeah, I knew all about it,” Brian chuckled. “The both of you weren’t exactly quiet before, bumbling around in the closet talking about how gay you’re gonna be. So, today’s the day you go to town on her.”

    “Okayyy,” Emily drawled out her words as if she was reluctant, but the shy smile creeping into place told another story. “I mean, I guess if I have to...”

    “Kelly, what you’re going to do is give her some… encouragement,” Brian explained. “Sit up by the head of the bed, there. What I want you to do is take the jar, and sort of carefully dribble a little bit of uh, magic essence along yourself, just ahead of wherever Emily’s nibbling. Start with like a little bit on your toes, and then leave her like a little messy trail to follow. Like a—”

    “Got it, yeah yeah yeah,” Kelly nodded quickly, already clambering up onto the bed. “Brilliant.”

    No one missed that she wasn’t wearing any panties beneath the skimpy yukata when she climbed up onto the bed—it would have been impossible to, because Kelly was visibly wet, and the smell of her arousal seemed to fill the room now. Emily fidgeted in place with nervous energy as Brian passed the jar over towards Kelly, while Christine, who was already sitting on the floor rose up on her knees in front of Brian.

    “So, uh, but who are you actually fucking?” Kelly asked. “Bri, I kinda get really wild when you… take charge.”

    Still wearing the brown Akane Kurokawa wig, Kelly sat back and spread her legs wide in open invitation for Emily, adjusting and readjusting the fabric hem that was straining to contain her breasts with slow, seductive movements of her hands.

    “If Emily impresses, then I’m gonna turn her into an enchilada first,” Brian proposed. “She’ll already be all sauced up and with where you are, and her going down on you? That cute little ass of hers will be just about in my face already. So yeah, I’ll grab her and pulverize away.”

    “M-my ass?” Emily jolted in alarm. “Pulverize my ass?!”

    “Pulverize your pussy,” Brian rolled his eyes. “We’re not jumping right to butt stuff today! Anyways magic or not, wouldn’t even want to try out anal anything without a lot more preparation. Plus, I mean—you’re pretty uh, petite, and not to brag but I’m fairly big, and… yeah. Don’t want to hurt you, that’s not fun for me.”

    “Right. Yeah. Cool,” Emily stammered. “Okay. Yeah, that makes sense! I was, uh. Just checking. I—yeah, that checks out. Pheeewww! I was almost like, check, please! I mean I’m kidding, I wouldn’t have like completely chickened out, but you get what I mean? Hah, I mean I’m tiny, you’re fuckin’ hung. Let’s leave anal for like… way on down the line. For me specifically. The others you can do whenever. I bet you can’t even fit a single finger in my butt, Brian. Those ain’t regulation-sized fingers in the first place, I been sayin’ it!”

    “I bet if we lube Auntie Emmie’s backdoor up with ooey gooey magic nut?” Kelly teased. “It’ll all work out fine. No need to be all squeamish, Kitten…”

    “Not today,” Brian shook his head. “Not taking any chances, so no.”

    “You can buttfuck me,” Christine offered again. “I won’t get hurt. I fit my hairbrush handle there once, just to, um. To try it out. I was okay.”

    “Uhh unless you’re brushing your hair with like, a fuggin’ baseball bat-sized—” Emily started.

    “It’s fine,” Christine shrugged. “It’s fine even if it hurts. Probably even better that way.”

    “No, no butt stuff today,” Brian shot her down. “Stop it, all of you. Maybe someday, but I’m not all that into it in the first place.”

    “Awww…” Kelly feigned disappointment, fingers already tickling downwards. “But, some of these asses do want to be fucked…”

    “Plan is, I’m going to fuck Emily until she can’t physically take anymore—and then I’m going to fuck you,” Brian looked to Kelly. “I’ll pull out before I finish, if I can, and cum in your mouth. I expect by then we’ll all be… riding shooting stars across rainbows, and raging rapids through broken funhouse mirrors, so… yeah. All that nonsense. Hopefully future Kelly stops in there with some good news.”

    “Not gonna clap Chrissie’s cheeks?” Emily smirked. “Just me, and then Kelly?”

    “I was pretty rough on Christine last night, and she’ll still be sore,” Brian shook his head. “If—”

    “I’m fine,” Christine spoke up. “It’s fine even if I’m sore—please. Use me however you want. Wherever, however.”

    “You know, you’ve changed so much in some ways, and in other ways you’re still exactly the same,” Brian said. “Still just always saying ‘I’m fine. it’s fine,’ and then it’s on me to interpret whatever the fuck it means in any given moment. Well, today you’re gonna play with my dick, and then I’m gonna fuck your face, while I watch Emily eat out Kelly,” Brian said. “You were so interested in getting your face fucked. You kept going on and on about it.”

    “I—” Christine paused. “Okay. Yes.”

    “Okay. Yes,” Kelly mocked. “Wow, way to show some fuckin’ enthusiasm.”

    “I do want him to fuck my face,” Christine admitted. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I used to grind on him, back before, and it was only ever for my gratification and never his, and that was wrong. It was wrong and it needs to be made right. Please. Please, Brian. I-I need to make it right.”

    “Two wrongs don’t make a right,” Brian sighed.

    “I don’t mean that it’s—” Christine started to find an excuse.

    “Stop, what I mean, is,” Brian interrupted. “Yeah back then, you riding my face was more for your satisfaction then mine. But, I did still tongue you out. I didn’t love it, not when you were being an absolute cunt to me. But, it was definitely fun making you squirm even when you wanted to make it about some feminist power play or dynamic whatever. And, yeah, at the end of the day? I’m a guy, I do just love eating pussy. Hope Emily will, too.”

    “Kell does have a super pretty pussy?” Emily squeaked out. “I guess? Nice and, uh, pink? Can I say that?”

    “Thanks?” Kelly arched an eyebrow and dipped a fingertip inside herself.

    “Why do I suddenly want mac and cheese??” Emily blurted out with a laugh. “Kell. Kelly. Do that again.”

    “Emily—shut up,” Brian said. “It doesn’t sound like stirring mac and cheese. What I’m saying is that, hell—maybe Christine will actually love giving blowjobs?” Brian heaved his shoulders up, held them for a long moment, and then dropped them back down. “I’ll probably love fucking her face. Maybe rather than two wrongs making a right, it’s—”

    “Two rights making a right,” Emily babbled out, nodding in apparent agreement. “So that it’s right right right. Three rights. Triple the rightness. Two right turns is uh, is a ninety-degree angle, and that’s—that’s just no bueno. Three rights? That goes like this, this, and then this, it comes uhh, right back around. What comes around, goes back around. A hundred and eighty degrees. I think. It’s—”

    “No it doesn’t,” Kelly blew the bangs of the wig up out of her face with a puff of her lip. “Emily, you’re retarded, just—”

    “Okay, anyways so we already have that on record,” Emily blushed. “That all actually totally makes sense, yeah, we’re not gonna go back and question the math. The science is settled, and so—everyone shut the fuck up and let’s do this!”

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/// I probably could have cut half or more of the back and forth banter, but at this point I feel like skipping the shenanigans and jumping right to the sex would feel off brand for us. Also the whole end of the book here is getting rewritten too much, and I need to start finally just moving things out of edit hell and into posts.

Kelly and Emily's relationship builds up out of absolute chaotic nonsense—then when they'll share moments of quiet intimacy and vulnerability hopefully it will feel more raw. Brian is becoming more assertive now that his darker half isn't so hidden away, and we'll show more and more of that. Christine just wants Brian to facefuck her. A couple more chapters, and I'll have everything done that I wanted to get out of the way before Renfaire, I swear.

Part of this here in this chap specifically is illustrating how increasingly unhinged the group gets when it is out of balance, and the group IS real out of balance without Stephie and Rebecca there to help ground and stabilize things. I do also think that skewing horribly out of balance is just part of wriggling your way forward as you grow. Things SHOULDN'T always be in perfect balance. Brian just would be completely unable to explore a darker side of himself for a while, if Steph was there lighting him up 24/7 with her constant sweetness and adoration.

Emily built a box of humor around herself to protect against the world, and Rebecca was a moderating force that protected Emily but also kept Emily from having to grow or reach too far outside of her box, there. Brian was too, to some extent. Kelly on the other hand is like a cat that saw that box and decided that if she fits, she sits. Emily will either have to leave the box, or learn to let others in, or hopefully both. Probably the box will split and the walls will fall flat, exposing a horny, confused mess to the world.