After AnimeCon 2: The Finale (Patreon)

/// Very mild NSFW warning.

    “Yeah,” Kelly agreed. “Let’s just do this.”

    The familiar sound of that glass jar being unclasped sent a pavlovian tingle down Emily’s spine, a well-trained response from the day-long magic masturbation marathon. But, even those extended self-play sessions from before didn’t saturate her body with pure, unadulterated horny quite like having Kelly holding the cookie jar and in charge of dispensing out rewards. Having her harem here heightened anticipation for all of this like crazy, it sent little erotic notes of blue splurting across her brain.

    It’s like… yeah, splashing around alone on a hot day can be refreshing… Emily looked up past Kelly’s foot which she clutched in both hands. But, it’s not a big pool party with your friends. Not even CLOSE.

    When Kelly sat back and spread her legs like this, the lower lines of her cosplay inched up until every lurid detail was on prominent display. Confidence of posture so open and overt, explicit, that the unshakable self-certainty itself had an inexplicable draw upon Emily’s psyche. More than that—the seductive figure splayed out before her like this was simply beautiful, beautiful in a way that made Emily’s head swim. Just being here on her own bed with a smirking, expectant Kelly in front of her and a commanding Brian behind had that internal riot of colors blaring bright all over again, so much so that it provoked a nervous, manic giggle from deep within her chest.

    Because, right now her path forward was either one very kissable leg, or the other particularly succulent thigh, both leading towards the inevitable; Emily diving her head in and lapping away at those pink folds glimmering with nectar. Slurping and licking Kelly down there with her head buried beneath the skirting of the yukata, like an actual lesbo. The idea made bubbles of color burble up the back of Emily’s mind, because with Brian here there was pressure to do it, now.

    He’d told her to.

    Was that all I really needed to like, push past my own mental stigma with this? Emily wondered. Pressure? Is this a sexual submissive thing, or is it that—I’m water, and there needs to be water pressure to like, pump me to where I need to go mentally? Does—

    “Em-i-ly~!” Kelly called to her in a sing-song voice.

    In a daze, Emily’s line of sight climbed with difficulty up out of Kelly’s luscious lap, danced over the artfully rumpled folds of yukata hem and the sash that belted it into place, but then… failed to overcome the giant swells of the girl’s breasts to meet Kell’s face. Instead, Emily’s giddy gaze was frozen right there, locked on the perfect shape of those amazing tiddies—she was once again became a small, helpless animal completely mesmerized by the stunning radiance of oncoming headlights.

    Holy shit, man Emily gulped. Like—GODDAMN.

    It felt like those pert peaks were staring right back at her. Emily was utterly fixated, lost in their shape, their size, the delicious flawlessness of exposed skin contrasting the concealing cloth of the yukata. The outfit made Kelly’s figure sexier, it showed off more than it covered, it was somehow simultaneously several sizes too small and exactly the correct and aesthetic accurate size. A barest hint of pink areola peeked out from the edge of fabric at both sides of that outrageous neckline, and right there the material also dinted outward with the provocative shape of Kelly’s actual nipples.

    The sight was driving Emily insane.

    “Emily,” Kelly repeated, flicking a fingernail to ding ding against the jar to get her attention. “...Emily?”

    “Mm—hmm?” Emily answered with a distracted smile. 

    The sheer fucking curvature of these huge fucking honkers, the downright magnificent measurements of them forming an insane ratio with Kelly’s figure, the way these boobs were plush and perky but with the ever so slight decadent droop that really hammered home their heft and weight, revealing these were big fuckin’ naturals rather than fake tits—the obscene way they stretched and strained the Akane Kurokawa cosplay to the very brink! Soft pale swells that were all but spilling their way free from that top, just begging for Emily to grope and grab and fondle at them. To pluck those standing pink tips free from their clothy confinement and right into her mouth, so that she could nibble and kiss and suckle and—

    “Emily!” Kelly prodded upwards with the foot Emily was holding on to for dear life, causing Emily to jolt.

    “Oi,” Emily protested as wiggling toes smooshed against her lips and nose.

    This interruption was enough that Emily’s eyes were able to escape entrapment in cleavage canyon and complete the long neck of the journey northwards up to arrive at Kelly’s amused expression. She seemed both exasperated and entertained by Emily’s antics, but meeting those honey brown eyes… Emily just found herself falling in love all over again. Which was weird. Though so much of their interactions lately had still been the same superficial joking around and nonsensical banter, the connection between them beneath all that honestly had deepened. There was an intimate, compelling sort of adoratio—

    “Put these little piggies where they belong, motor-mouth!” Kelly wriggled her toes in place against Emily’s cheek.

    Okay, listen here you stupid sexy fuckface… Emily punished Kelly’s insolence by rearing back and then chomping down on Kelly’s toes with an angry-looking nom, but there was no teeth to it.

    Kelly’s toes tasted like… toes, Emily supposed. They honestly weren’t doing a lot for her. They tasted like nothing much at all, like skin. Some part of her thought that perhaps she just didn’t have any kind of foot fetish, because having them in her mouth didn’t excite or arouse her—they were just sort of here. They didn’t titillate like tits did, they weren’t delicious like her mind hyped up Kelly’s massive mommy milkers to be. Emily could and in fact did fully intend to salivate endlessly over Kelly’s bodacious bust, she could write dramatic but suitably colorful poetry about the way this girl’s fat fucking teats lit up the animal parts of her brain… while, feet?

    Well, they were just feet to her. 

    Shit, am I actually vanilla as fuck? Emily dutifully wrapped her lips around Kelly’s big toe, and then slowly drew her head back until it left her mouth with a plucking plurp sound. Am I basically like a total normie with my tastes? A CASUAL? Would all of the feet photo pervert connoisseurs be shaking their weird-shaped heads at me in disappointment?!

    “You don’t like?” Kelly asked, arching an eyebrow again.

    “...I’m kinda not super feelin’ it?” Emily admitted, “I mean the whole uh, feet thing. They um, ahem ahem, they might need a l’il bit more frosting? Maybe? A l’il bit of that… glaze?”

    Emily made a show of eyeballing the glass jar Kelly had unclasped but made no further motions with, but Kelly just regarded her with that same smirk.

    “What?” Emily could only give her a rather apologetic shrug. “I’m really just more of a breasts guy, I guess?”

    “Girl,” Kelly reminded her. “You’re more of a breasts girl. Since you’re a girl, remember? You’re more of a breasts girl.”

    “Well, it sounds super gay when you say it like that!” Emily pursed her mouth into a pout and then parted the pads of her lips around one toe after another in wet little kisses. “I mean—c’mon. Gaaay.”

    “Brian? I dragged her out of the closet, but she’s still in total denial,” Kelly sighed, giving the contents of the jar a swish beneath her nose and inhaling deep. “Here’s to hoping some of this special sauce can help this poor little gay girl out of her stupid tomboy phase—”

    “Bi! I’m not gay, I’m a bi burrito, right Bri?” Emily exclaimed, releasing Kelly’s foot and letting it fall back to the bedspread like a mic-drop. “S’totally different. Bro—back me up, here, I—aaHhh!”

    Brian’s hand grabbed Emily’s ass in answer, prompting her rear to automatically raise up in search of more forceful petting like a cat. She’d clambered up onto the bed between Kelly and Brian on her knees but had been mostly upright until now—as Brian’s hand on her butt magically drew her hips into the air, Emily found herself fumbling forward until her upper body draped across one of Kelly’s legs as she lost balance. Almost face to face with flushed, steaming pussy.

    Kelly cradled the jar up out of reach with a smug look as Brian groped at Emily’s behind— this wasn’t just a friendly swat or a quick grab, either. His fingers were sinking in, and his thumb was pressing firm across that intimate inside cleft of her buns as he squeezed and kneaded her bottom for his own gratification. Blue light swirled in Emily’s brain as if Brian had stuck a finger directly into her thoughts and started to stir.

    “Briiiian~!?” Emily squealed out.

    “Quit bucking, l’il bronco!” Kelly laughed. “Bi little bronco burrito. You’re gonna make me spill!”

    “Spill some, already,” Brian told her. “Start slow, start with your toes. Make her work her way up your body.”

    Everything seemed to be happening at once, and all around her—Emily twisted but couldn’t even manage to get her hands beneath her and resituate off of Kelly, because she found herself completely overstimulated. To her left, the open honeypot of warm, wet pussy Emily would apparently be mashing her mouth to shortly. Just above, Kelly leaned forward over her as she poised to tilt the jar over her other spread leg, and that simple motion of inclining forward had the perfect pink protrusion of a nipple popping free of her Akane outfit.

    A nearly point-blank nipslip was already entrancing to the point of stupefying Emily, but somehow her wide eyes flit past the tantalizing dangle of bust to follow Kelly’s outstretching arm. There to her right the jar began to spill, and she watched in awe as goopy pearlescent strands slowly drooled down to drape across the top of Kelly’s toes and bare foot and ankle in wet strings.

    At the same time, behind her Brian released the buttcheek he was groping at and reached up to grab the waistline of Emily’s pants. Before Emily was even able to process what was happening he had wrenched them down, exposing her cute behind to the room. Being caught between a bombshell body falling star metaphorically bearing down on her from above, and the embodiment of the earth in the guy she’d been crushing on since forever itself made Emily become the splash zone. She was more than wet, she was saturated, soaked, her mind liquefied into a formless, gibbering mess and her legs quaked with helpless need as Brian tugged and yanked the pajama pants the rest of the way down her legs.

* * *

    The others ignoring her made Christine feel incredibly self-conscious as she reached up with nervous hands to unbutton Brian’s pants. The silver-enforced hyper awareness that forced her to constantly self-reflect on what she had done, what she was doing, what she intended to do—was acting strange. It was still there, but Actress had planted a muffle of ‘normal’ upon her. The effect was like a sticker across the face of her mirror, a subtle censorship that was muting something, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what. It was pseudo-imagery that wasn’t quite feelings and wasn’t really able to interrupt her connection with Brian, but it definitely was tricking her perception in some major way.

    It made her feel… silly.

    In a ridiculous I’m the only one present who obviously has a paper bag over her head, but no one is acknowledging it kind of way. Unfortunately for her, that idea was also doing something for her, because it felt subtly degrading in a way that amped up some of those hidden masochistic inclinations. As Chloe, she had always put so much effort into maintaining the appearance of superiority at all times, and between the mirror of damocles over her head cutting away all of her own pretenses and then the overlaid tattoo of let’s maintain some OTHER, SEPARATE but obviously false appearances Actress had adhered to her, things were now feeling a little funny.

    Funny less like HA HA funny, and funny more like, like maybe there’s a lot more FETISH in some of these facets deep down within me than I ever could have realized for myself? Christine thought, pressing her lips into a thin line. Seeing Kelly, erm, DRESS UP for us today makes me think of how they’ve said they want to put me in a super skimpy maid outfit. I already knew I probably WANTED that, but now I’m maybe realizing that I NEED it? I NEED to be dolled up in a humiliating getup. Something sexy and shameful. I mean—I just told everyone, OUT LOUD, that I have stuck my hairbrush handle up my butt. That was something I thought I’d take TO MY GRAVE.

    The personal journey the charm magic chose for her stripped away all facades to show the truth of what and who she had really become. But, rather than a deceptively presented book that was now made to wear the right cover, as Christine she sometimes felt like a bundle of pages that now had no cover at all—she felt unfinished. A manuscript of a person who wasn’t quite a book again just yet, a draft with lines smudging over themselves in constant correction and margins cluttering up with unfinished notes and impressions that weren’t quite clear ideas just yet.

    Whatever Actress had done to her had clearly just been intended to hide whatever illusory mistruths she protected areas of her home with. But, because of the nature of Christine’s personal abilities, it was also like slipping a temporary book jacket over Christine’s bundle of pages. Not a new identity or anything like that, but a novel way of reorganizing her sense of self and separating that from her perception of where she fit into the larger context of everything.

    The ‘sticker’ temporarily severed away external contexts from bearing the closer scrutiny of Christine’s self-reflection. The effect didn’t cut Christine off from Brian and the girls, not exactly—because of the charm connection, they would never be completely external from her. But, if Christine were to consider her current ego a complex unsolved equation, Actress had just unknowingly taught her how to—at the very least—express the equation in simpler terms.

    That already felt like a lot of progress towards someday figuring herself out.

    Crimson eyes wavered as she watched her own fingers pinch the little metal pull tab of Brian’s fly, and then very carefully draw it across the warm bulge of his erection. What started as neat and clinical movements grew increasingly flustered and frantic as Christine tried to tug and pull the zipper teeth over and across what seemed like an entire fucking hill of hidden erection. The thought of it was both terrifying and tantalizing, and she wasn’t sure which was which. Because trapped beneath these prohibitive pants and the suffocating boxers was this girthy monstrous THING of his which she needed to free—

    The length of Brian’s dick sprung upwards, and Christine’s mind blurred out of focus between the impossible salacious size of cock she immediately wanted to swallow and the sketch suggestion of no this is actually normal, everything is normal which Actress had slapped overtop that. As if scandalous things were happening, but then they also weren’t, at all. That juxtaposition between two extremes sent a desperate thrill through Christine, as though this was some sort of abandonment play, as if everyone here would be pretending she didn’t exist, even while Christine would actually be furiously fellating Brian. The idea was way more hot than she wanted to admit to herself.

    Brian’s—Brian’s not even glancing in my direction, actually, Christine realized. He’s playing with Emily’s butt. Watching what’s going on with her and Kelly.

    Being ignored at a time like this felt like it had her innermost mirrors heating themselves into molten reflective glass. The incandescent surge of masculine lust on his side of the pane reflected onto her, and the unseemly liquefying silver desire of her own in turn projected out towards him. The deepening synergy was so sudden and unexpected that Christine twitched and shuddered and almost moaned. She swallowed down any sounds so as not to distract Brian, but urgency was already thrumming through her body in shivers of silver.

    Yet despite the gratuitous display of cock standing before her… everything here was also perfectly normal, and nothing noticeable was out of place.The queer distance between her mirror fogging over with throes of passion and the picture-perfect complacency of Actress’ veil was spurring Christine on for some further kind of breakthrough. She was already a little afraid of discovering what that might mean she was becoming. Worse yet, the thought of not breaking through and discovering what was really true to herself created a dread within her so deep and profound that it made her want to hyperventilate.

    So, she strained herself to push her mind deeper, she sent those superheated strands of mirror across her scattered shards of self so that she could fully inhabit the facets within that connected her psyche with Brian’s side. The deep, dark chasm of pain carved into Brian created its perfect counterpart over on her side of the glass, except—mirroring that imagery of his also meant a perfect reversal of contexts. Having taken great pride in his suffering back then, maybe now she could find a way to pleasure him by casting aside all of her pride.

    Last night with Brian, she got way too swallowed up in the fervor of feelings, growing a little too unhinged to really understand everything. Maybe to understand anything. Now, however—whatever weird suppression Actress had stamped onto her charm senses helped act as a framing point of reference for what was going on inside of her. The Christine equation wasn’t the mess it used to be, and she could keep attempting to solve. Christine followed the sliding silver incline to descend further inward deep, deep down into the darker depths of her sexuality, and with as much delicacy as she could muster she took the base of his cock between her fingers…

    And then slapped the warm plinth of dickmeat against her own face.

    Thwap. Thwap, thwap, thwapp.

    It felt like such a puerile thing to do, but the compulsion was downright overwhelming, and feeling the tactile sense of thick but springy shaft against her face became so strangely satisfying that she silently sputtered, gasped and panted. Christine nuzzled his upright member between her nose and her cheek on first one side and then the next, she held the rigid beast so that she could smoosh the flared cockhead over her lips—which she kissed and then kissed and finally reoriented and worked her lips against the side of his shaft in wordless promises.

    “Hhhweuhhhh—” A perverse sound accidentally slipped out as she attacked the masculine fucking pillar with renewed vigor.

    She rose back up to hug the enormous dick close to her finely-featured face in sincere worship, she cradled the manifestation of Brian’s desires to her cheek in dogged devotion. Christine anointed the frightening phallus across her eyelids, and her jaw, her chin, and even her slender neck, with each smack and smear the meaty contours of his engorged erection met every intimate inch of skin. There was nothing but the intent to spread his subtle masculine scent all over herself—precum painted a sticky line across her face, but she was already too enraptured to care. Debasing herself with his dick felt like it lifted up the heavier panes of her soul and filled them with silvery light. Humbling the wretched Chloe of her past felt so perversely good that Christine actually lost herself in simple adoration of Brian’s impressive endowment, chasing these strange sensations this action evoked from deep within her.

    Then, Brian’s large hand grasped the back of Christine’s head and mashed her face down right against his crotch until she could barely breath.

    She didn’t understand why something so intense and uncomfortable had her cooing in absolute delight and then spreading desperate, frantic kisses up and down every bit of him she could reach from this pinned-in-place position. It was so humiliating that she trembled and nearly creamed herself. Having him forcibly shove her head down into his lap like this with that absurd dick smooshed up against the side of her face had the edges of climax appearing all over as the mirror inside her soul began to spiderweb with faults. She could feel something within her giving way, splintering into sections of jagged glass.

    Gripping her by the hair, Brian pulled her back up from him just enough for her to sputter for breath, and Christine timidly raised her eyes up to meet his. The expression she saw on his face shattered all expectations—this was that darker Brian she had created, this was the dominant, scary ex-boyfriend of her own design that sent shivers into her deepest parts with a simple look of absolute disdain. As though he was just so done with her, as though he detested her. Shocked, Christine came immediately, and cumming while he was still giving her that look only made the orgasm wrack her body harder, it made her jerk and clench and squirm in place on her knees before him in absolute mortification.

    I… no way. I didn’t. I COULDN’T HAVE. Not from just a a a fucking LOOK—no, no no nooo!

    Her jaw fell open in silent astonishment and horror, but Brian simply used that opportunity to guide Christine down onto his dick, filling her mouth completely with it. It slid in deep enough to almost choke her, and the rigid clarity of her mirror prison obliterated itself, pinwheeling over and over in an orgy of destruction like the goddamn thing was rolling down a mountain—Christine’s legs jerked with another explosive climax.

    She snorted for air as she tried not to cum again, failed, saliva spat out around the lips she kept crammed tight around him, and her all-too-eager tongue slid and pulsed against his shaft for any available room. There was none, because some fanatical part of her needed to constrict every wet contour of her mouth into a snug squeeze around his perfect penis. All she could do was draw her head back along his length as far as his hand allowed, and then push back into slobbering place in frantic fellatio.

    NEED him to bust his nut, Christine thought as that hysterical kind of horniness gripped her. To blast hot, creamy cum right down my throat. It’s what he deserves, it’s what I owe him, and he can PROPERLY break me! I NEED that. I’m special—I’m not AT ALL like the others. It can’t be any kind of accident that my symbolism thing is painful but also fragile and feels SOoOoO good to break! NEED for him to to break me, to release me, to RELEASE himself, to shoot it all out, to SPLURT SPLURT SPLURT into me, all over me—everywhere!

* * *

    Brian groaned as Christine’s head bobbed rapidly up and down in his lap, almost losing himself and blowing his load right away. Something about him putting a firm hand on her head had lit a hypersexual fire under her, and she was now facefucking herself in such a fervor that it felt like he was going to get his soul sucked clean out of him. She was slamming herself down until her expression was hidden completely by her tangle of silver hair but he could feel her entire face meeting his lap—and then she was rearing back up in a motion that showed the perverted sight of her lips stretching back along his length, because the vacuum seal they formed was absolutely refusing to let go of him.

    Her usual lovely but cold and distant mask of complete composure had deformed into a lewd caricature—those crimson eyes of hers danced with raw, insatiable insanity. Seeing this transformed, wild Christine blushing and snorting for breath while spattered with her own spit and saliva, blowing him like she was possessed was doing things to him. Worse yet, the psychosexual charm effects had long since gripped them, it was as though melting mirror had settled its weight over his lower half and he was then getting sucked off by an abstraction of inverting geometry washed through in hues of bright silver. It was as though she was trying to realize the depicted depths of his trauma in the dreamscape, and then refract the essence of them up out of him.

    “Hnng—ghhhh-hh—!!” Brian nearly lost the battle and erupted, but tightening his grip upon her head just barely allowed him to hang on.

    Every second he wasn’t fully focused on holding it in threatened to see him losing control and flooding Christine’s insatiable maw with enormous clouds of magical cum. It was one thing to resist physical pleasure, but the way their magical connection worked had all of that tied to psychological components of pleasure that he had no real way of resisting. It was as though the rabid up and down of her head not only felt like pure bliss, but like it was also improving his overall outlook on life, giving him a new sense of motivation and ambition, and making it feel as though he could accomplish anything he set his mind to. 

    A mouth that moved through his mind, sliding across the many beaten and battered areas and then applying that demented slutty suction as though removing the dents from the body of a car. While it didn’t seem like she could really address the deep chasm they had unearthed together last night, it felt incredibly good having her work across the many other pitted and pockmarked parts. More than just the physical pleasure which was already overwhelming, this was a blowjob applying validation, consolation, genuine sympathy and apology and that was what his soul had been craving all of this time from her.

    “Mmph, mllph, mlph mmlph mmlphh mllphhh mllphh mlphh—!!” Christine picked up speed as if she was afraid of falling behind.

    Brian had been enjoying himself playing with Emily’s modest but surprisingly smackable hind end before with his other hand before, but now instead he had to hold on for dear life.

    Over there on that Kelly and Emily side of things, Brian couldn’t see much of what was going on because of the overlap of their bodies, but in the dreamscape sense it was as though Emily’s waters had discovered the craggy furrow of a trench created the last time shallow starfall had skipped down across his earth. Slowly but surely, that winding river of brilliant blue was creeping in to follow the formation of each jagged Kelly divot across the ground and was about to pour into the basin of the final crash crater itself where starmetal still burned.

    This wasn’t exactly the first time those metaphors had met in that way, but with each new major iteration, something about the representation felt like it was growing more real, more tangible. Whenever sex and their personal feelings melded on such a level the charm imagery deepened and had more supernatural weight to it, the details were richer and the colors ever more vibrant than before.

    Brian dropped his Emily hand down to her thigh, but tightened his Christine hand until he was basically gripping a fistful of her silver tresses. Noisy slurps of desperate approval were resounding, tears were visible streaming down her face, and Christine had her whole upper body into the motion now, bracing her hands on his legs and polishing his parts like this was her last lifeline. That slightly insane, relentless I have something to prove he recognized so often back with Chloe was back, but now it was dead set on giving him the kind of forceful, messy blowjob that had his hips lifting up off the bed in a subconscious effort to fuck her face.

* * *

    Aphrodisiac ambrosia dribbled down across Kelly’s bare feet like salad dressing. Each little precise drop of the rim of the jar dotted her bare skin with dewy droplets of cream, the sheer familiar sex scent of which once again lit up Kelly’s mind in brilliant scarlet streaks. Following each pearl of cum was enthusiastic application of Emily’s tongue, which had pressed hot and wet between her toes, then lapped greedily at the top of her foot, and the girl with the bright blue pixie-cut now sucking and smooching along Kelly’s slender ankle.

    This is… way fucking hotter than it should be? Kelly thought as she spilled a particularly large dollop forward from the jar.

    The gooey strand stretched down to land across her shin and then it was immediately gobbled up by Emily as the punkish lust-drunk girl climbed a bit further up Kelly’s reclining body. The combination of sex-infused magic essence and her beau Brian fondling the girl’s naked hiny had thrown Emily’s libido into absolute overdrive and it was amazing to see. Kelly was spoiling for action herself, and it was actually a herculean struggle not to just grab Emily by the scruff of her neck and posit that pretty face right where it belonged between her legs.

    “Mmh, gentle Emily, gentle,” Kelly chided in a teasing voice. “Kisses, not nibbles! You’re going to leave hickeys…”

    As predicted, hearing that made Emily kiss harder and start using her teeth on Kelly in cute little harmless bites. The smack of the girl’s lips and the wet smear of saliva and warm magic cum all over the girl’s chin and mouth was a sight to see, and it made Kelly think back to the ‘snowball fight’ the two had enjoyed back at AnimeCon. That had definitely been naughty, and now using a half-filled container of the stuff to lure the Latina upwards inch by inch towards her snatch felt like genuine depravity, especially as the blue in the dreamscape inched closer and closer towards her simmering starfall like rising floodwater.

    Still—ooOoohhh Kelly shivered as Emily mouthed and licked at the inside of her knee. She can be SO frustrating…

    Emily suggesting earlier that Kelly might prefer having her first time with Stephanie bothered her more than she wanted to admit. Not the least of which because many, if not most of their group’s ‘firsts’ together had already been shared in variations of foursome, with Emily obviously there with them as an active participant! The only major moment that came to mind that Emily hadn’t been a part of was Stephanie losing her virginity, and even that wasn’t like they had intentionally excluded her. Kelly herself had only joined in there to assist and encourage Steph and Brian a tiny bit that time. Kelly hadn’t even gotten fucked!

    Steph ALREADY DID eat me out, too, Kelly remembered even if Emily did not. Emily, you were right there next to us when that happened. Just, you were riding the rodeo bull that is Brian at the time, so… okay, I guess I forgive you for not really paying due attention to us other girls lezzing out ON THE SAME SOFA as you and Bri. You two were already in your own little world…

    Kelly had promised Steph that she and Emily would work more on their communication so as to not let petty gripes grow into actual issues, but in this time Kelly had mostly just been practicing her patience. Being blunt with Emily about her feelings was more of a stumbling block that tended to trip them both up, because Emily did not, maybe COULD NOT engage directly with her own feelings.

    Which was fine.

    It wasn’t as though Kelly was great with that, either. Typically speaking, Kelly would never have entertained thoughts of affection or romance or real love in the first place, and wherever that threatened to rear its fearsome head up, she would usually stonewall it with scowls and sarcasm. Emily was the same, just what she deflected with was more… clownish quirkiness, and outright meme humor. Stephanie had been absolutely correct in that they needed to communicate, and so Kelly had been adapting herself to speak in ‘Emily’s language.’ As to how much of their back and forth nonsense banter was actually getting through to one another…

    Well, fuck, SOMETHING’s working? Kelly thought. Probably?

    The next gob oozing out from the jar Kelly was tilting took too long to elongate down to touch upon Kelly’s thigh and it got intercepted, Emily catching it and slurping it inside her mouth with glee. Whatever Christine was doing to Brian had him all of the sudden too distracted to molest Emily’s ass anymore, and at this point the girl had been coaxed forward most of the way already, dark eyes dangerously dilated, so Kelly quietly closed the lid of the jar and set it aside on the nearby nightstand. Emily’s mind was so far gone that it took her several seconds to even register the action, and she worked her wet lips and tilted her head at Kelly in confusion.

    “Emmie?” Kelly asked. “Hey. Emily?”

    “Mmmm—hmmm?” Emily answered.

    “I love you,” Kelly said. “If you’re not ready for, uh… for doing this yet, that’s cool. Feel kinda bad now for pressuring you, for trying to like tempt you into it with the jar of magical buttercream icing, here. I’m just—I get anxious. About us. I’m used to being desired, so not being all that desired kind of…”

    “Shut uppp,” Emily sobered up enough to roll her eyes. “Ohmigod. Seriously.”

    “I am being serious,” Kelly said. “If—”

    “Kelly you are so fucking desired,” Emily stuck her tongue out. “Jackass. Your tig ol’ bitties literally drive me bananas. Literally bananas. Like when I stare at ‘em, you could peel my noggin open, and all that’d be in there? Banana. Whole buncha banana. Head empty. No brains, just banana. If that’s not—”

    “But, you don’t have to go down on me, if you’re not comfortable,” Kelly said. “Since you’re—”

    “I do want to, I am comfortable,” Emily argued. “I’m getting comfortable with it. I’m slow, okay? With sex stuff. It’s just… weird. Okay? Gosh. I was like, totally in love with Brian, and even then with that, it was difficult actually finally… getting with him. You were there. You remember how that was. Back then you all had to like, talk me down from having a panic episode, or like sudden body image crisis bullshit. I have hangups. Like, legit mental hangups. With intimacy bullshit in general. It’s been getting easier with Brian, but for real, going down on a girl will be a big first for me. Like, with you? You’re super comfortable with sex, hell you are sex—just look at you. Pure sex. Head empty, pure sex banana. Fuck I’m too horny to talk right. But I mean with me, with sex, I have to like… mentally recalibrate myself to it, a bit. And, we’ve been doing that! We have. It’s been working.”

     “Okay,” Kelly said, feeling hesitant. “Should uh. Should we, keep going with the jar? I was worrying I was like, overdosing you on this shit. Your eyes look a little crazy.”

     “Yeah no, let me uhh, let me clear my head a bit, actually!” Emily laughed. “That was definitely a lot. A lotta lot. I might’ve gone over my maximum for this today already? Mmm—MmHhmmhhh does it like, short-circuit my brain in all the right fuckin’ ways. Normally I’m like all lazy river but right now I feel like I’m really moving, torpedoing, or like shooting and spraying—and it’s, it’s… it’s a lot. I feel like, pressurized. Jacuzzi jets of fucking blue energy.”

    “I… I do like jacuzzi jets on my princess parts,” Kelly remarked with a small smile. “Like, a lot.”

    “Ohmigod, me too!” Emily giggled. “Like yeah. Brian’s stand up shower, at his place? It doesn’t have any of those—not that I need it when you’re all there, just. In the shower here, we have this long sprayer attachment? And, wheeew man I could just lay back with my legs spread and have that bad boi blastin’ away all my problems—”

    Schlorp schlorpp schlpp-schlppp-schlpp-schlorp—!

    They both paused as the rhythmic sex noises grew too loud to ignore, and Kelly leaned to the side to see past a turning Emily to see the frenetic head movement of Christine giving Brian head. Seeing the straight-laced girl throw away all compunctions and acting downright lewd was amazing, but the speed and force with which she was going at it was what was really impressive. In terms of the charm stuff there was the eerie feel of there being a haze of reflections going on over there Kelly couldn’t quite completely discern, but outside of that dreamscape stuff? It was as though a switch had been flipped within Christine, and all of the sudden she was a mechanical suction pump designed to extract copious quantities of cum from Brian.

    “Damn, look at her go…” Kelly said.

    Head snapping back to face Kelly, Emily wore an expression that was altogether too many different things all at once—amusement, jealousy, irritation, competitive fire, sadistic glee, and of course outright lust.

    “I’m not going to lose to her,” Emily huffed.

    Staring at Emily, Kelly was just beginning to formulate a response when instead Emily dropped down lower and lunged in to press her lips to Kelly’s open petals. The sensation sent a sudden shock through her body that was more than just the physical—blue bled into her red being, wetness itself went into her in a weird way. It was somewhat like when cautiously descending into a pool, that stark moment where water meets her private parts, except instead of a temperature difference it was a fervent clash of emotions.

    Emily and her didn’t equalize right away, but they didn’t need to. The two girls weren’t the kind of different that needed rebalancing, because many of their differences were already complementary. Red and blue burned and swirled against one another without blending into purple this time, and Kelly felt her hips rock as if tugboat tongue was a tow line pulling her out across the water. She’d meant to keep her cool but an alarmed gasp came out; Emily was going all in, after so many weeks of pussyfooting around the issue this was a startling amount of sudden and immediate commitment.

    Clumsy hands groped upwards until they found purchase upon Kelly’s tits and they gave a triumphant squeeze. Between Kelly’s thighs her spunky bisexual burrito was full-on making out with her muff, pressing as deep as she could with her head undulating with each of her licking laps in a way that had waves of blue slapping against burning red to sizzle into psychosexual steam. The heat of Kelly’s star was the raw energy of lust that brought Emily to a boil, the wet blue turbulence upon her ladyparts was intensifying the feelings rather than quelling them.

    Clouds of color burst out in steam explosions of roiling red and blue, Emily sometimes darted across her in quick ripples of pleasure, other times she rolled her tongue flush against Kelly’s labia in a way that perfectly parted her lips and plunged inside in a way that had her mind careening about. There were quick, slick stabs and there were slow, sensuous slurps that had the fallen star jittering in delight and made Kelly grasp at Emily’s head with both hands and rake enthusiastic fingers through the tufts of blue hair.

     Fuuuuuuck~?! Kelly has suspected that by dint of charm magic connection this would be good, but she hadn’t believed it could be this good.

    Because this was crazy, this was absurd, this was involuntary euphoria stroking in across her deepest parts. It was like whenever her adorable Emily made one of her jokes that struck her funny in just the right way and elicited an enormous unwilling smile, it was the stupid satisfaction of watching Emily clown around with her friends. The naive total infatuation Emily held with Brian even was something that pulled their orbits closer together, and the fixation Emmie had with her rack made Kelly simply want to indulge the punkish Latina with them more and more.

     I just—I really do love her, Kelly thought as delirium splashed across her. It’s not even the same way I love Steph. Or Brian. It’s this—this unique and special way that I love her for herself, for who she is to me, for the way she makes me—makes me—m-m-makes me-!-!—!!

    “Hoooleeeey—fuuuuck—!” Kelly cried out as Emily pulled upon her nipples.

    Creaming on Emily’s face felt like parts of her starmetal were finally dissolving away beneath the torrent of needy blue desire. Her pussy folds clenched against Emily’s insistent and continued application of tongue, her lower half jerked and shuddered as red then flared even brighter above the waterline, flashing across her mind to fill everything with passionate light.

    “Fuck I uh—fuck, really can’t hold it any more,” Brian’s breathy voice broke through. “I—I’m gonna cum, I—Christine I have to put this in Kelly. So we can get a Send. Christine? Christine?”

    “Mmphh, mphh, mphhh, mphhh, mlllphhhh—” Noises of enthusiastic frustration were the only answer for a long, dangerous moment, but finally there was an explosion of spluttering breath as the girl over there forced herself to disengage and threw herself to fall backwards across the floor.

    When Brian rose up and tried to stand he didn’t quite make it, instead climbing up partway over Emily’s naked rear to point that massive glistening instrument of his in Kelly’s direction. The distance between them was still several feet away, far enough that him simply orienting towards her like that seemed like silly wishful thinking—or so Kelly had thought. Because then the beautiful masculine figure of Brian arched and that dick erupted, immediately slinging what seemed like a sheet of cum through the air to splatter across Kelly’s tits, her neck, and her face. Impossibly long strands of the stuff shot out of him to fling through the air in white ropes, they plastered across Kelly and landed all across Emily’s hair, the girl’s shirt, and slapped along Emily’s bare bottom in sticky strands.

    The sight was so outrageous and obscene that Kelly wanted to gawk at it in simple awe, but already red light was filling her eyes and blinding color blasting her consciousness off to somewhere else entirely.

* * *

    “Dear succeeding Kelly,” Kelly said. “Prior Kelly here, and here I am with all the answers you need… so, sure hope you’re ready with all the right questions?”

    The inside of Mara’s viking-style tent looked different here during the daytime, and the furs spread out across the floor beside the big bed roll gave things a rustic, comforting smell. The distant shouts and voices of the rest of the Renfaire encampment around them served as a constant reminder of how careful and quiet they needed to be here. At Kelly’s feet, a trembling and blushing Stephanie with her wild pink hair askew clasped the glass jar closed again, but the pure white priestess robes Steph wore made it seem like they had just conducted some secret sexual ritual.

    Which, they basically had.

    “The whole Emily and Actress debacle—yeah oh boy did that turn into a fucking mess,” Kelly laughed. “I don’t like seeing all my beaus argue, so. The timelines before ours were so adamant about the stupid honesty is best policy bullshit, and yeah, so we spill the beans to Emmie about her mother’s identity.

    “Doesn’t turn into that huge of a deal. Except, Emily, she just… doubles down on her need to prank Brian with what her powers really are. It would’ve been fine if it was just some one and done little practical joke between friends, but because Emmie sees this bigger opportunity to go for broke with an even bigger and bigger prank, it actually kind of winds up going too far and rubbing Brian the wrong way. Since, yeah—he’s actually been like, steeped in the stress of all of this, the reality of the danger we’re all in, the what-ifs that could happen to us if the Masters roll over us. Brian freaking out about keeping us safe.

    “Not a complete disaster, more like an obnoxious… kerfluffle, that you will want to try to avoid? It puts things into perspective for us, that Emily still had a lot of… personal maturing to do? Like, she takes all this bullshit with the Masters seriously, but then again, she also doesn’t. She can’t take anything seriously, she’s—ugh. There’s not really a good way to put it. She—”

    “She has her own psychological defense mechanisms,” Stephanie spoke up, rising up and beginning to help rearrange Kelly’s tavern wench outfit back into place over her breasts. “Hiding behind the role of the fool, only ever using that to provoke certain reactions out of people, because it keeps them from hurting her with more ‘real’ judgments of her actual character. Kelly, you’re actually very similar, and that is part of your bond with Emily. Emily plays everything up for laughs, because she feels incredibly vulnerable when she’s being serious. You, you keep most things at arms length and refuse to engage with much sincerity, because you’re—”

    “That’s not fuckin’ true,” Kelly argued. “I’m very sincere with you. With Brian. With—”

    “Yes, but you can’t wear a ‘silly renfaire outfit,’ and LARP,” Stephanie teased. “Not without going all prickly and extra sarcastic and always having to make it clear that you’re not going to play pretend with us, that you’re too cool for this, that—”

    “I wore the stupid getup like I promised,” Kelly huffed. “What more do you want, woman?!”

    “Kisses,” Stephanie answered with immediate honesty. “Lots of kisses? I want Emily to feel safe being genuinely serious with us, and I want you to feel safe being dorks with us. And, lots of kisses. From both of you! So many kisses!”

    “Yes yes, succeeding Kelly, you have to give your Steph extra kisses,” Kelly sighed. “Obviously. Muah muah muah. Where was I? Oh. So, my advice to you, is. You should tell Emily who Actress is, but only when Emily is ready to reveal to Brian what her own real powers are. Until then, she’s like, signalling that she’s not really ready to be as serious about all of this on the same level that the rest of us are. And, so. Yeah. That’s my current take on it.”

    “Christine,” Stephanie reminded her in a soft voice. “Or, Chloe. You have to tell them about her. Pass what we know on to them. That was the rule.”

    “Right—so,” Kelly groaned. “Christine. The timeline before ours didn’t have one, they had a Chloe. I don’t have a clue if you’ll have a Christine, or a Chloe? Since this Send goes out kinda wide. Wide-ish. So, you’ll need either advice on how to fix Christine’s mind, or how to keep you guys safe from Chloe. For our Christine, we’re doing the cum bath thing… which keeps her stable? Or, it reduces her panic episodes. Zinc, Ashwagandha, Maca root extract for Brian and make sure he’s super hydrated, and make sure everyone is making out with him right before he’s filling up the tub, because ninety-nine point ninety-nine nine nine nine percent of the volume cummin’ out of this man’s balls is made up outta magic anyways.”

    “If you have a Chloe instead, well?” Kelly shrugged to herself. “Wearable bodycam thingies from what I hear, keep one on Brian at all times, and keep it on at all times. The group prior to us bought three or four of the cheapo 128 gigabyte ones with the decent battery life, and they swapped them out while the others charged so that one was always on him and recording. Nothing gets caught on camera, which is the point, because you’re gonna need timestamped video evidence in court to prove Brian isn’t where Chloe claims he was, wasn’t doing what she accused him of, et cetera, et cetera. To at least breeze through the first cases, prove she’s a fuckin’ liar and get set up for your restraining order against her. Good luck, you Chloe timeline guys! From what I’ve heard, you’re gonna need it. Shit. What else was there?”

    “The Masters…” Stephanie said in a quiet voice.

    “Right. Yeah,” Kelly scowled. “We’re still dealing with that. There’s three of them after us. Judas, he’s a Suit. Ambitious, hypercompetent. Not all that creative. Does things by the book, so he’s predictable and probably a future Kell can give you heads-up beforehand, but the book also already does have a lot of nasty tricks. Which aren’t fun or easy to deal with.

    “Then, there’s Chad. Big, beefy… jackass motherfucker. Completely unpredictable, and he can fuck up any plan we try to make, just because we have no idea how he’ll ever react, or what he’ll do. It’s never the same between timelines, even when all the other variables going into an encounter are the same. Our Emily says Chad has built-in RNG, so tell your Emily that, because I forget what it even means. Something to do with dice rolls? Chaos theory, butterflies in Africa? Anyways. Judas and Chad? Both total fucking creeps, too.”

    “They’re the worst,” Stephane agreed.

    “Yeah, those two together, are dangerous,” Kelly stated. “But, the third player—the third Master after us, Red Herring. Fuck. She’s completely bullshit, and impossible, and in another league entirely.”

    “She’s… easily distractible?” Stephanie suggested. “At least. Confusing and misleading her works better than trying to go against her directly in any other way. She’s appeared in almost all of the Sends we’ve gotten, and there didn’t seem to be any easy way to win no matter what they tried. We’ve personally met her here twice, and she’s… difficult? But not impossible? At least I don’t think so. I think the more antagonistic we are, the harder she is to deal with?”

    “Stephie just wants Brian to fuck her,” Kelly teased. 

    “I think it can work!” Stephanie harumphed. “She’s a girl, so—well. Brian is Brian. I think it should always be considered as a possibility! Even if she’s a Master, I think maybe we can win her over to our side, somehow.”

    “Fucking Brian is just your answer for everything!” Kelly snuck in a kiss. “You’re such a bad nun.”

    “I’m not a nun!” Stephanie protested, preening up at her until Kelly kissed her again. “I’m a priestess. Priestesses can have sex! It’s allowed. I asked!”

    “Yeah, well, anyways,” Kelly snorted. “The secret thing that’s basically the key to how Red Herring’s powers work, the like mechanics of why she is the way that she is, it’s that—”

* * *

    The Send abruptly shorted out right at that moment, shunting an incredulous Kelly back to the present. Her entire body was quivering with the aftershocks of uncontrollable orgasms, and not helping the fact were Christine and Emily gobbling up all of the available spend right off of her body as she came to. There had been quite a bit off about this Send, but between the girls feeding directly off of her naked chest and neck and the askew Akane costume and the rather vivid memory of feeling Stephanie right there with her in the future it was too hard to focus.

    “Did it—did it work?” Brian panted for breath, having fallen down onto one elbow as he sat awkwardly halfway off the bed. “Kell?”

    “It—” Kelly shuddered and wriggled. “Kind of? Some of it. It was from a different future, not um, not ours. Definitely not ours. Th-they still had Chad in theirs, he was still alive. Christine never went vampire—that might be us and only us who pulled that off. The timeline might be too different from ours for some of that to matter? Fuck. I—I need a minute to think.”

    “So, we don’t know if they’re coming after us right now?” Brian asked.

    “I uhhh, well I don’t think they ever went and set off alarms or anything over with Christine’s parents in their timeline, not like we did,” Kelly said. “It was um. They were—we were at the Renfaire there. They had three Masters after them, we maybe only have two? Gave us some details there. Their warnings for Christine or Chloe they had don’t apply to us, that all felt off—I think the Send only partially sent, because our timelines aren’t adjacent enough. She also said, well. I have to talk to you about that one privately, it’s not a big deal or anything, but it’s… something. Ughh.”

    “...Okay,” Brian let out an exhausted sigh, flopping over onto his back on the bed.

    “Oh shit wait, no there was something else important!” Kelly tried to rise up, pushing the greedy Christine and Emily off of her as best she could. “Something super fucking important. Crucial.”

    “Wh-what was it?” Emily stammered, jumbled up beside her in a daze.

    “She made me promise,” Kelly said. “To give you all lots of kisses. Stephanie made me promise!”

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/// 8888 words, our new longest chapter for this series but I just didn't want to break it up! Ending the second After AnimeCon book with this. The story with them will obviously continue with the first book of Renfaire Fantasy! Sorry this took so long to get out!

This whole After AnimeCon 2 book was very strange for me to write, as Stephanie is absent for pretty much the entire thing! It made me realize how often I tend to use her as a crutch. In any case for these scenes here I had too many specific points I wanted to get just the right way, and admittedly I had to take a break from edit hell several times just so that I was able to come back and reread things with fresh eyes. I think I'm happy with things now!

Progress with the rebrand and relaunch is going well with Bao! He sent the finished illustration for AnimeCon Magic book 3 just recently:

He's already started in on an illustration for the first After AnimeCon book.

On my side of things, I'm going to go through all of After AnimeCon 1 & 2 in the next few days to work out any last kinks I can find, and then the plan is to submit them both to Mango Media for their editor before May 15th (my birthday). After that, I will be returning to the long-neglected RE: Trailer Trash for a bit! Just, I had to prioritize getting this book finished so that I can submit it to my publisher and get this all off my plate.