Meteor Fall
“Can we—can we talk thematics?” Emily babbled, trotting alongside Stephanie as they traversed the nighttime city sidewalk. “I’m blue, you’re pink, and that Kelly girl is red. Chloe just got static, right? Totally disqualified, she doesn’t get to be a part of this. Maybe she goes crazy, or gets mind-broken, or something, yeah. Let’s hope for the best.”
Discovering that magic was fucking real, and was potentially going to be part of her life wasn’t something Emily could overlook. She didn’t care about the chilly air at this hour, and couldn’t be bothered to be self-conscious about the revealing state her disordered costume was in. Magic. The fact that it was some sort of harem charm magic that might be affecting her mind didn’t dissuade her enthusiasm at all.
Even if things take like, a DARK turn and he just wants to use me as a sex thing, Emily thought to herself gleefully, I can live with that! Was having those fantasies waaay before any of this went down. Not that Brian’d ever do that! Just, it’d even be okay if he did, a little.
“Traditionally, in sentai stuff, red is like, the leader of the little band,” Emily continued. “Is Kelly kind of like that? She seems really, I dunno, take charge. Or, does Brian count as our team captain sorta, since he’s, uh… this is all…?”
“I don’t know if it’s like that,” Stephanie admitted with a sheepish smile. “I feel like I’m definitely pink, but, there’s also a fire theme. Isn’t fire usually associated with red?”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Emily quirked her lip and then worked her jaw. It still hurt where Chloe had elbowed her back then. “Pink fire, huh. I woulda picked heart for you or something. Fits better with your empathy powers.”
“It’s… not powers, exactly,” Stephanie protested. “I don’t think.”
“Can we try that thing again, once we get there?” Emily asked. “It’s so fucking cool! Magic mental stuff, with psychedelic colors and sexy fuckin—uh, shit, I should probably ask about that, huh? Did you have the hots for me at all?”
Stephanie’s step faltered, looking over at her new friend in surprise.
“Uhhh, ‘cause I’m just sayin’,” Emily said, embarrassed. “There was… I was feeling weird stuff there, okay? That was—or was it just me?”
“I… um, no,” Stephanie blushed. “It wasn’t just you. That was…”
“So, yeah okay anyways!” Emily awkwardly cleared her throat. “I get blue, and probably water? Which always goes with blue! I’m satisfied. Good match-up. Primary color, and like, main, classical, element—water’s badass. What cool powers do I get?”
“I don’t think they’re powers,” Stephanie said weakly.
“Hey, don’t ruin this for me, Pink!” Emily huffed in frustration. “All I’ve ever wanted was cool powers. To be special. Is that so much to ask? I have to get something really awesome—I’m, like. I don’t know, I don’t really have much of anything else goin’ for me. So, please.”
“Um...” Stephanie looked like she was about to say something.
“Ugh, go on, then,” Emily grumbled, urging her on. “What?”
“I want to say that… you saved me, really saved me, twice already just today,” Stephanie told her in a quiet voice. “Without powers, or anything like that. You’re already amazing—and, you always will be, to me.”
“Err—that first time was all Rebecca, really,” Emily objected quickly. “Like, if not for her, I woulda just ran up and then... not even known what to do, at all. Panic? Scream and shout all fuckin’ crazy, I guess? I can be loud and all, but Rebecca’s the real… fuck, I wish she was with us on all this. Can we charm zap her, too?”
“I-I don’t think we should do things like that!” Stephanie shook her head, giving Emily a serious expression. “Not until we figure out more. What do we even do, once we—if we manage to find the charm? Try to... explain things to Brian?”
“Uhhh, fuck no,” Emily lurched to a sudden stop, eyes going wide. “I tried to kiss him, like way back during high school. But, I’d been drinking a little, or yeah maybe a lot, and he got real upset. Thought that it was, y’know, under the influence or whatever, I guess. So, if he thinks there’s a chance that we’re being affected by all this, mentally…”
“He won’t like it...” Stephanie realized, slowing to a halt as well and turning back to face Emily. “Um. Are we being affected?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know!” Emily threw her hands up. “Before, you were all like you didn’t even care either way, right? Why’re you asking that now?!”
“I care now if it’s going to bother him!” Stephanie let out an exasperated laugh. “Doesn’t that... just make it seem even more like I’m being influenced, though?”
“Yeah, kinda,” Emily pursed her lips. “This is actually really fuckin’ bad, right? We’re his brainwashed harem sex slaves? This is bad.”
“No, its—no!” Stephanie argued in a fluster. “It’s not bad! Before all of this, that was bad! I’m not going back to being like that. I’m so tired of, of being anxious about everything, and feeling alone, and… disconnected from everyone. I don’t care what—”
“Gonna interrupt—” Emily cut in with a stammer. “I just had like, this serious urge to kiss you just now. Not even kidding.”
“The urge to… kiss me?” Stephanie blinked in surprise.
No way am I gonna brush off things like that, Emily told herself, eyes shamefully darting away from Stephanie’s lips. They were pink, of course. Soft-looking, innocent, and oh-so inviting... Whenever a character ignores weird details—red flags, suspicious compulsions, they always turn out to be like, important clues that coulda saved them later, if only they’d spoken up. Right?
“Yeah, outta nowhere,” Emily reported. “Okay, not out of nowhere—it’s like, your expression and everything you’re saying, I just… wanted to, needed to kiss you, comfort you and be like… I dunno. It’s intimate, kinda.”
“Oh,” Stephanie said, simply giving Emily a flabbergasted look.
On unspoken agreement they both started walking again, meandering at a leisurely place down the final block between Stephanie’s hotel room and the convention center. Emily struggled not to stare, because she didn’t want to encourage any more complications... but Stephanie was eye candy. The sugary aesthetic of her fluffy pink hair perfectly suited that feminine cuteness to her features, giving her a shy but honest vibe, pure and without guile.
Emily wasn’t jealous, exactly—just interested. Her own style was such a different flavor of cute; cheeky and mischievous, tomboyish punk with more than a little geek influence. What’ll I look like if I go all… full blue?
“Hey, listen. I don’t get random impulses to kiss girls, not ever,” Emily explained. “Just wanted to put it out there, be on the level so that we both know. Since, um, all this weird narrative is happening. Are we still like, connected? Like, are our emotions hooked up together still, or something?”
“I… don’t know?” Stephanie said, frowning. “Can you feel me in your mind?”
“Can I feel you in my mind?” Emily repeated incredulously. “How the hell should I know? My mind’s like, a junkheap of buried shit and repressed… everything. I don’t go lookin’ around or anything, I try to just… get through stuff, y’know?”
“Let’s… not kiss again, for now,” Stephanie proposed, giving Emily a meek look as if to add if that’s okay? “‘Till we know more about all this.”
“Uh, I wasn’t gonna anyways!” Emily blurted out quickly. “I’m not gay. Never ever kissed a girl, or even really thought about it, before.”
“Emily…” Stephanie showed her a hesitant smile. “You kissed me back there in the stairwell. Just a few minutes ago.”
“Uhhhh well yeah I meant besides that!” Emily retorted loudly, feeling blood rush to her face. “Obviously! That doesn’t even count, you like—you know what you did! It was like, just a stimulated reaction, when you were all pokin’ around inside my brain. My lips were innocent! You did that to me!”
“Okay, okay!” Stephanie smiled bashfully. “Sorry.”
“It’s not funny,” Emily put on a scowling pout. “What, are you gay? I mean—I don’t judge, or anything, but I think if we’re all caught up in all this stuff together…”
“I think... I was asexual, before this weekend,” Stephanie said slowly. “Or maybe not even that—I was just, I was nothing. I didn’t feel connected to people in that way, in any way, or, ever even like I was a part of things. Now… I don’t know? Maybe?”
“That doesn’t scare the living shit out of you?” Emily said, eyes going wide. “We’re like— this isn’t chemicals in the water turning the frogs gay conspiracy stuff, Stephie. This is like, real deal mind fuckery, and it’s like, it’s changing you.”
Changing US, maybe...
“I-I’m new to associating attraction with people,” Stephanie admitted, looking down at her feet. “I’m very attracted to Brian. I think I feel… indifferent to most everyone else, except for Kelly, and you.”
“You’re… what, are you attracted to me?” Emily exclaimed. The girl’s sudden admission, the idea of it was somewhere between a punch to the gut and a comforting caress that softly stroked down her abdomen. Uh no no no, NOT comforting. Weird caress, um, weird… touch to the tummy. Thing.
“I don’t know,” Stephanie gave her a helpless shrug. “Really. I’m not unattracted to you, there’s nothing… mentally deterring me, from girls. If it was you or Kelly... I feel like I could kiss you, and it would have meaning.”
“Uh. Okay, cool,” Emily nodded, feeling relief and… other strange things she wasn’t inclined to pin down right now. “Cool. What about Rebecca? Or, Chloe?”
“I don’t know how I feel about Rebecca,” Stephanie said. “But, Chloe frightens me.”
“She should,” Emily muttered. “She’s a total fucking psycho.”
“It didn’t go like I expected at all,” Stephanie eventually sighed. “Even after seeing her lash out at everything when you all... walked in on us. I guess I thought… that she could be reasoned with, once she calmed down? That—no, I don’t know what I thought. Kelly was right.”
They fell silent after reaching the convention center plaza, Emily punching the crosswalk button repeatedly in irritation. Why the harem charm, why NOW? Passed that thing around to show everyone back in high school—it was like, just this novelty. An inside joke. What changed?
An errant few droplets of blue sparkled down through Emily’s mind, and she wet her lips in agitation. But, wasn’t this everything she wanted? She’d had a real kiss with Brian, they were embarking on some sort of adventure full of supernatural hijinks together. They’d kissed. He admitted to always having feelings for her, they’d actually fucking kissed, and she’d tackled Chloe to the ground. Even started smacking the shit out of her.
“Wait, is this all a dream?!” Emily wondered in alarm, taking Stephanie by the arm. “This is all really happening, right?”
“I-I think so,” Stephanie nodded bravely. “If it is a dream... don’t ever wake me up.”
Right?! Emily couldn’t help but share a secret grin with her new friend.
She recognized the breathless excitement in Stephanie’s expression, the lovestruck pangs tinged with just a little bitter bit of desperation. Fear, anticipation, and longing. The city traffic in front of them reluctantly rumbled to a stop, their crosswalk symbol flashed, and Emily grabbed Stephanie’s hand. They scampered across the street together, hurrying to begin their search for answers.
“OhHHhhhh—” Kelly couldn’t help but gasp out loud as she finally sunk down upon Brian.
The warm light from the hotel room’s tableside lamp painted the sensuous scene of her luscious curves and beguiling contours in blushing nude tones. Straddled atop Brian, the bright-red-haired young woman gaped in disbelief at the thickness of him inside of her. He felt huge, but there was more to it than that. She didn’t think she could possibly be any more turned on—the heavy, ripened shapes of her breasts were positively aching for attention, and the twin protuberances of her proud pink nipples jutting out felt so erect that they stung.
In her mind, a falling star flashed out in brilliant, scintillating red as it struck home, and the last few misgivings clouding the air between Kelly and Brian were pressed outward in an expanding halo of clarity with the sheer force of the impact. The outright girth of his cock filled her completely, stretched her, and she shuddered as their bodies finally joined together in union.
Coherent thought was totally blown away as Kelly quaked atop him, concepts and feelings blasted asunder and blossoming into a brilliant red explosion of sensation. It went on and on, a blast cloud filling her mind in totality, expanding outwards in fiery fucking pyrocumulous fury and releasing turbulent subsidiary eruptions and spinning vortices of lust that ravaged her brain. She felt herself clamping down uncontrollably around his dick like a velvet vice, and it took a moment before she had enough presence of mind to realize how dangerously close to orgasm she was.
No, what the actual fuuck-k-k?? Kelly blinked, struggling to think. We haven’t even DONE anything. N-no, no way do I cum that easy!
Her body disagreed—where they were positioned, with Brian’s massive thing buried to the hilt within her and her mound quashed up just right against his pubic bone, her clit felt ready to sing. It was as if there were already several pounds of pressure on a three pound trigger, like any slight tilt of her hips could send her right over the edge of that precipice into ecstasy.
Kelly wasn’t known for her restraint.
Wasting no time allowing her very snug snatch to adjust to his size, she immediately leaned forward, splaying hands out across the sexy expanse of his chest, and started fiercely grinding. There was a fluid feel to how messy with arousal she was down there as she sharply rocked her hips, and each and every movement resulted in a delectable silky-slick smooth sensation of pure pleasure. Before she could stop herself, she was already lifting partway up and then slamming herself back down again, over and over, bouncing atop him as hard and fast as she could manage.
Umm?! Kelly choked off a surprised squeak of embarrassment as her naked body tensed and quivered. No no no wait not ready, too soon, too—?!!
“...Kell?” Brian’s voice woke her from a heady daze of euphoria that was irradiated through and through with red. “That feels incredible. You alright?”
“I, uh—I think I just fuckin’ came a little?” Kelly confided in a shaky voice, shuddering. Still seeing stars, she blindly grasped and felt her way up his musculature until she was securely gripping those broad shoulders of his. It felt like she was going to need to hold on for dear life.
“Quit kiddin’ around and just kiss me,” Brian retorted with a chuckle.
Even Brian’s grousing laugh sounded husky, heated to her, enough to keep those tiny trembling shivers coming. Before she could protest his doubting tone, he pulled her down and their lips locked, tongues exploring wildly as they passionately french-kissed each other.
I’m sooo fucked. Utterly transfixed, Kelly felt herself helplessly falling deep back into that thermonuclear fog. She couldn’t stop making out with him. But, she found that she could start undulating on top of him again, and she did, slowly savoring the size and shape of that cock within her with every sumptuous motion.
“MmMmmmmhph,” Kelly moaned into his mouth, finally breaking away so that she could adjust her haphazard humping into a steadier rhythm of movement. Biting down on her lip, she started riding him again, hard, frantic with desire and heedless of the bouncing sway of her breasts and the wild tangle of brightly-hued hair tossing across her face.
Fucked. Fucking my boyfriend. My Brian. It was impossible for her to concentrate when they were fucking like this, that enormous dick sliding in and out of her and eliciting perfect little pangs of pleasure. Beneath her on the bed, Brian was reciprocating, jerking upward in timely sync so that their flesh met in dozens of immensely satisfying collisions.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck—” Kelly’s face went slack as her entire body rocked, relishing every powerful stroke that shook her entire body. She wasn’t even sure if she was cumming again, or if the previous orgasm was just rolling and tumbling on and on and on—
Then, Brian’s hands took her firmly by the waist and he actually started thrusting, bucking hard enough underneath her that his hips were lifting her up off of the bed with the force of each stroke. Kelly’s hands slipped from his shoulders down his heaving chest for balance, feeling the powerful lines of his abdominal muscles tensing beneath her fingertips as he fucked her until she was bouncing helplessly atop him.
“Ah, Ahh, ahhh—ahHhh—!” She panted out in breathless surprise.
The smell of sex and the wet clap of the two lovers desperately fornicating filled the room for several long minutes—or maybe a few seconds, or a handful of hours, she wasn’t quite sure which anymore—Kelly slamming heavily down upon him in unison with his his body arching up to meet her. The inside of her head felt like sputtering cherry soda fizz as she creamed uncontrollably on Brian’s dick, and her eyelids fluttered sightlessly as she began cumming again. It felt like she was melting into jelly, and she bonelessly collapsed onto him as her strength gave out.
“You need a minute?” Brian asked in concern, slowing the delightful pump of his magnificent penis to a near halt but never quite actually stopping.
“No,” Kelly lied, trying and failing to lift herself up with trembling arms. “I-I’m good, don’t, d-don’t you dare fuckin’ stop. Ever.”
“I can keep at it for a while yet,” Brian laughed. “Why don’t we switch places?”
“Yeah. Let’s,” Kelly wet her lips and quickly agreed. Thank you. You’re, uh, you’re fuckin’ heroic. Just don’t ever, ever stop. Pound me fuckin’ FLATTEN me!
With intimidating ease, he lifted them both up and gently rolled over so that he was on top. In no time at all, he was taking control. Brian freely repositioning her trembling and useless legs so that she was folded nearly in half beneath him, both ankles situated upon his shoulders. When he resumed thrusting into her, he was hitting deep, the full weight of his body pushing her down into the mattress, and her alarmed thoughts began to blot like a reel of film that was bubbling into red spots from the heat of the projector.
OhhHHhhhh Briaann… This had never, ever hit her so hard like this. Kelly quivered, trying not to lose herself in all of this—the sex was overwhelming in ways she’d never imagined possible, it had her reeling, but even that was insignificant in the face of the enormity of everything suddenly going on inside her head right now.
The sexual dalliances she’d felt so confident in before were nothing now, shallow experiences, just her ignorantly skipping across a surface for a brief instant before glancing off onto an oblique new trajectory again, alone. This here and now wasn’t sex—this was some sort of red-tinged revelation, something religious and profound—they were completing each other. He was filling that hole deep in her soul she’d refused to reveal to anyone else, and in turn, she wanted nothing more than to pour her love into those wounds of his and make everything better for him.
Sex was always just this strictly physical thing, She thought in wonder, feeling tears form as Brian fucked her. She blinked in frustration, but wasn’t able to look away from him— afraid to miss anything.
She’d always been so careful to hold herself back, keep things in check. Now, everything was running wild—with Brian, she didn’t want to hold anything back anymore, couldn’t hold back, she wanted to instead pour in every last ounce of effort, put all of herself into this. This relationship, this sex, this magic between them that made her feel like she could be more than what she was; more than Kelly the sexy but stubborn fuckup.
All of this emotion added a certain weight of importance, a realness that lit Kelly up, had her igniting in ways she’d never imagined before. That gentle giddy freefall of attraction from yesterday had instead become a ballistic fucking targetted missile, exceeding terminal velocity and transforming into a streak of red light before striking deep in her heart with inconcievable power.
And then exploding.
Maybe sappy, romantic nonsense like marriage and happily ever after doesn’t seem all that crazy. Not when you find a guy who can do THIS to you… Kelly was changing, realization and acceptance were in this moment transforming who she was. This brilliant meteoric obliteration was a direct impact on her psyche, an epiphany that would indelibly change her forever.
All of the suffering back then, it made me strong, but I chose to believe that it defined me, Kelly realized, stunned at the sudden introspection. I was adrift for so long, just hurting and incomplete. Because, I thought healing, becoming whole again was betraying who I was. I was—I am—proud of that identity. My identity. But, with Brian, I can be even MORE...
“Kelly?” Her lover asked, pausing.
She could read his concern as their eyes connected, could feel that he cared—not for the physical intensity of the moment, but for her. He had feelings for her, he actually cared, he adored and worried about and valued this soul who’d been lost so deep out in the dark empty distances that she’d nearly forgotten the power those sentiments held.
“Just like this. J-just stay like this, for a bit. Please,” She managed a breathy whisper, pulling him closer. How could she put what she was feeling into words for him, how could she ever explain the significance of this moment? “I—I can’t fuckin’ breathe.”
I’m in fucking love with him, Kelly realized with a feeling of sublime contentedness, her eyes dancing over him with nervous energy. Yeah, it’s really THAT fucking good. Not even just the sex… but yeah, that too. Fuck me. It’s over, the Queen is dead. Long live the Queen.
“Hey, you two! Hope we’re not interrupting anyth—” Emily’s playful voice sung out as the door of their hotel room swung wide. Neither Kelly or Brian had even heard it unlocking. “...OHMIGOD!”
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Discovering that magic was fucking real, and was potentially going to be part of her life wasn’t something Emily could overlook. She didn’t care about the chilly air at this hour, and couldn’t be bothered to be self-conscious about the revealing state her disordered costume was in. Magic. The fact that it was some sort of harem charm magic that might be affecting her mind didn’t dissuade her enthusiasm at all.
Even if things take like, a DARK turn and he just wants to use me as a sex thing, Emily thought to herself gleefully, I can live with that! Was having those fantasies waaay before any of this went down. Not that Brian’d ever do that! Just, it’d even be okay if he did, a little.
“Traditionally, in sentai stuff, red is like, the leader of the little band,” Emily continued. “Is Kelly kind of like that? She seems really, I dunno, take charge. Or, does Brian count as our team captain sorta, since he’s, uh… this is all…?”
“I don’t know if it’s like that,” Stephanie admitted with a sheepish smile. “I feel like I’m definitely pink, but, there’s also a fire theme. Isn’t fire usually associated with red?”
“Yeah, that’s true,” Emily quirked her lip and then worked her jaw. It still hurt where Chloe had elbowed her back then. “Pink fire, huh. I woulda picked heart for you or something. Fits better with your empathy powers.”
“It’s… not powers, exactly,” Stephanie protested. “I don’t think.”
“Can we try that thing again, once we get there?” Emily asked. “It’s so fucking cool! Magic mental stuff, with psychedelic colors and sexy fuckin—uh, shit, I should probably ask about that, huh? Did you have the hots for me at all?”
Stephanie’s step faltered, looking over at her new friend in surprise.
“Uhhh, ‘cause I’m just sayin’,” Emily said, embarrassed. “There was… I was feeling weird stuff there, okay? That was—or was it just me?”
“I… um, no,” Stephanie blushed. “It wasn’t just you. That was…”
“So, yeah okay anyways!” Emily awkwardly cleared her throat. “I get blue, and probably water? Which always goes with blue! I’m satisfied. Good match-up. Primary color, and like, main, classical, element—water’s badass. What cool powers do I get?”
“I don’t think they’re powers,” Stephanie said weakly.
“Hey, don’t ruin this for me, Pink!” Emily huffed in frustration. “All I’ve ever wanted was cool powers. To be special. Is that so much to ask? I have to get something really awesome—I’m, like. I don’t know, I don’t really have much of anything else goin’ for me. So, please.”
“Um...” Stephanie looked like she was about to say something.
“Ugh, go on, then,” Emily grumbled, urging her on. “What?”
“I want to say that… you saved me, really saved me, twice already just today,” Stephanie told her in a quiet voice. “Without powers, or anything like that. You’re already amazing—and, you always will be, to me.”
“Err—that first time was all Rebecca, really,” Emily objected quickly. “Like, if not for her, I woulda just ran up and then... not even known what to do, at all. Panic? Scream and shout all fuckin’ crazy, I guess? I can be loud and all, but Rebecca’s the real… fuck, I wish she was with us on all this. Can we charm zap her, too?”
“I-I don’t think we should do things like that!” Stephanie shook her head, giving Emily a serious expression. “Not until we figure out more. What do we even do, once we—if we manage to find the charm? Try to... explain things to Brian?”
“Uhhh, fuck no,” Emily lurched to a sudden stop, eyes going wide. “I tried to kiss him, like way back during high school. But, I’d been drinking a little, or yeah maybe a lot, and he got real upset. Thought that it was, y’know, under the influence or whatever, I guess. So, if he thinks there’s a chance that we’re being affected by all this, mentally…”
“He won’t like it...” Stephanie realized, slowing to a halt as well and turning back to face Emily. “Um. Are we being affected?”
“I don’t fuckin’ know!” Emily threw her hands up. “Before, you were all like you didn’t even care either way, right? Why’re you asking that now?!”
“I care now if it’s going to bother him!” Stephanie let out an exasperated laugh. “Doesn’t that... just make it seem even more like I’m being influenced, though?”
“Yeah, kinda,” Emily pursed her lips. “This is actually really fuckin’ bad, right? We’re his brainwashed harem sex slaves? This is bad.”
“No, its—no!” Stephanie argued in a fluster. “It’s not bad! Before all of this, that was bad! I’m not going back to being like that. I’m so tired of, of being anxious about everything, and feeling alone, and… disconnected from everyone. I don’t care what—”
“Gonna interrupt—” Emily cut in with a stammer. “I just had like, this serious urge to kiss you just now. Not even kidding.”
“The urge to… kiss me?” Stephanie blinked in surprise.
No way am I gonna brush off things like that, Emily told herself, eyes shamefully darting away from Stephanie’s lips. They were pink, of course. Soft-looking, innocent, and oh-so inviting... Whenever a character ignores weird details—red flags, suspicious compulsions, they always turn out to be like, important clues that coulda saved them later, if only they’d spoken up. Right?
“Yeah, outta nowhere,” Emily reported. “Okay, not out of nowhere—it’s like, your expression and everything you’re saying, I just… wanted to, needed to kiss you, comfort you and be like… I dunno. It’s intimate, kinda.”
“Oh,” Stephanie said, simply giving Emily a flabbergasted look.
On unspoken agreement they both started walking again, meandering at a leisurely place down the final block between Stephanie’s hotel room and the convention center. Emily struggled not to stare, because she didn’t want to encourage any more complications... but Stephanie was eye candy. The sugary aesthetic of her fluffy pink hair perfectly suited that feminine cuteness to her features, giving her a shy but honest vibe, pure and without guile.
Emily wasn’t jealous, exactly—just interested. Her own style was such a different flavor of cute; cheeky and mischievous, tomboyish punk with more than a little geek influence. What’ll I look like if I go all… full blue?
“Hey, listen. I don’t get random impulses to kiss girls, not ever,” Emily explained. “Just wanted to put it out there, be on the level so that we both know. Since, um, all this weird narrative is happening. Are we still like, connected? Like, are our emotions hooked up together still, or something?”
“I… don’t know?” Stephanie said, frowning. “Can you feel me in your mind?”
“Can I feel you in my mind?” Emily repeated incredulously. “How the hell should I know? My mind’s like, a junkheap of buried shit and repressed… everything. I don’t go lookin’ around or anything, I try to just… get through stuff, y’know?”
“Let’s… not kiss again, for now,” Stephanie proposed, giving Emily a meek look as if to add if that’s okay? “‘Till we know more about all this.”
“Uh, I wasn’t gonna anyways!” Emily blurted out quickly. “I’m not gay. Never ever kissed a girl, or even really thought about it, before.”
“Emily…” Stephanie showed her a hesitant smile. “You kissed me back there in the stairwell. Just a few minutes ago.”
“Uhhhh well yeah I meant besides that!” Emily retorted loudly, feeling blood rush to her face. “Obviously! That doesn’t even count, you like—you know what you did! It was like, just a stimulated reaction, when you were all pokin’ around inside my brain. My lips were innocent! You did that to me!”
“Okay, okay!” Stephanie smiled bashfully. “Sorry.”
“It’s not funny,” Emily put on a scowling pout. “What, are you gay? I mean—I don’t judge, or anything, but I think if we’re all caught up in all this stuff together…”
“I think... I was asexual, before this weekend,” Stephanie said slowly. “Or maybe not even that—I was just, I was nothing. I didn’t feel connected to people in that way, in any way, or, ever even like I was a part of things. Now… I don’t know? Maybe?”
“That doesn’t scare the living shit out of you?” Emily said, eyes going wide. “We’re like— this isn’t chemicals in the water turning the frogs gay conspiracy stuff, Stephie. This is like, real deal mind fuckery, and it’s like, it’s changing you.”
Changing US, maybe...
“I-I’m new to associating attraction with people,” Stephanie admitted, looking down at her feet. “I’m very attracted to Brian. I think I feel… indifferent to most everyone else, except for Kelly, and you.”
“You’re… what, are you attracted to me?” Emily exclaimed. The girl’s sudden admission, the idea of it was somewhere between a punch to the gut and a comforting caress that softly stroked down her abdomen. Uh no no no, NOT comforting. Weird caress, um, weird… touch to the tummy. Thing.
“I don’t know,” Stephanie gave her a helpless shrug. “Really. I’m not unattracted to you, there’s nothing… mentally deterring me, from girls. If it was you or Kelly... I feel like I could kiss you, and it would have meaning.”
“Uh. Okay, cool,” Emily nodded, feeling relief and… other strange things she wasn’t inclined to pin down right now. “Cool. What about Rebecca? Or, Chloe?”
“I don’t know how I feel about Rebecca,” Stephanie said. “But, Chloe frightens me.”
“She should,” Emily muttered. “She’s a total fucking psycho.”
“It didn’t go like I expected at all,” Stephanie eventually sighed. “Even after seeing her lash out at everything when you all... walked in on us. I guess I thought… that she could be reasoned with, once she calmed down? That—no, I don’t know what I thought. Kelly was right.”
They fell silent after reaching the convention center plaza, Emily punching the crosswalk button repeatedly in irritation. Why the harem charm, why NOW? Passed that thing around to show everyone back in high school—it was like, just this novelty. An inside joke. What changed?
An errant few droplets of blue sparkled down through Emily’s mind, and she wet her lips in agitation. But, wasn’t this everything she wanted? She’d had a real kiss with Brian, they were embarking on some sort of adventure full of supernatural hijinks together. They’d kissed. He admitted to always having feelings for her, they’d actually fucking kissed, and she’d tackled Chloe to the ground. Even started smacking the shit out of her.
“Wait, is this all a dream?!” Emily wondered in alarm, taking Stephanie by the arm. “This is all really happening, right?”
“I-I think so,” Stephanie nodded bravely. “If it is a dream... don’t ever wake me up.”
Right?! Emily couldn’t help but share a secret grin with her new friend.
She recognized the breathless excitement in Stephanie’s expression, the lovestruck pangs tinged with just a little bitter bit of desperation. Fear, anticipation, and longing. The city traffic in front of them reluctantly rumbled to a stop, their crosswalk symbol flashed, and Emily grabbed Stephanie’s hand. They scampered across the street together, hurrying to begin their search for answers.
“OhHHhhhh—” Kelly couldn’t help but gasp out loud as she finally sunk down upon Brian.
The warm light from the hotel room’s tableside lamp painted the sensuous scene of her luscious curves and beguiling contours in blushing nude tones. Straddled atop Brian, the bright-red-haired young woman gaped in disbelief at the thickness of him inside of her. He felt huge, but there was more to it than that. She didn’t think she could possibly be any more turned on—the heavy, ripened shapes of her breasts were positively aching for attention, and the twin protuberances of her proud pink nipples jutting out felt so erect that they stung.
In her mind, a falling star flashed out in brilliant, scintillating red as it struck home, and the last few misgivings clouding the air between Kelly and Brian were pressed outward in an expanding halo of clarity with the sheer force of the impact. The outright girth of his cock filled her completely, stretched her, and she shuddered as their bodies finally joined together in union.
Coherent thought was totally blown away as Kelly quaked atop him, concepts and feelings blasted asunder and blossoming into a brilliant red explosion of sensation. It went on and on, a blast cloud filling her mind in totality, expanding outwards in fiery fucking pyrocumulous fury and releasing turbulent subsidiary eruptions and spinning vortices of lust that ravaged her brain. She felt herself clamping down uncontrollably around his dick like a velvet vice, and it took a moment before she had enough presence of mind to realize how dangerously close to orgasm she was.
No, what the actual fuuck-k-k?? Kelly blinked, struggling to think. We haven’t even DONE anything. N-no, no way do I cum that easy!
Her body disagreed—where they were positioned, with Brian’s massive thing buried to the hilt within her and her mound quashed up just right against his pubic bone, her clit felt ready to sing. It was as if there were already several pounds of pressure on a three pound trigger, like any slight tilt of her hips could send her right over the edge of that precipice into ecstasy.
Kelly wasn’t known for her restraint.
Wasting no time allowing her very snug snatch to adjust to his size, she immediately leaned forward, splaying hands out across the sexy expanse of his chest, and started fiercely grinding. There was a fluid feel to how messy with arousal she was down there as she sharply rocked her hips, and each and every movement resulted in a delectable silky-slick smooth sensation of pure pleasure. Before she could stop herself, she was already lifting partway up and then slamming herself back down again, over and over, bouncing atop him as hard and fast as she could manage.
Umm?! Kelly choked off a surprised squeak of embarrassment as her naked body tensed and quivered. No no no wait not ready, too soon, too—?!!
“...Kell?” Brian’s voice woke her from a heady daze of euphoria that was irradiated through and through with red. “That feels incredible. You alright?”
“I, uh—I think I just fuckin’ came a little?” Kelly confided in a shaky voice, shuddering. Still seeing stars, she blindly grasped and felt her way up his musculature until she was securely gripping those broad shoulders of his. It felt like she was going to need to hold on for dear life.
“Quit kiddin’ around and just kiss me,” Brian retorted with a chuckle.
Even Brian’s grousing laugh sounded husky, heated to her, enough to keep those tiny trembling shivers coming. Before she could protest his doubting tone, he pulled her down and their lips locked, tongues exploring wildly as they passionately french-kissed each other.
I’m sooo fucked. Utterly transfixed, Kelly felt herself helplessly falling deep back into that thermonuclear fog. She couldn’t stop making out with him. But, she found that she could start undulating on top of him again, and she did, slowly savoring the size and shape of that cock within her with every sumptuous motion.
“MmMmmmmhph,” Kelly moaned into his mouth, finally breaking away so that she could adjust her haphazard humping into a steadier rhythm of movement. Biting down on her lip, she started riding him again, hard, frantic with desire and heedless of the bouncing sway of her breasts and the wild tangle of brightly-hued hair tossing across her face.
Fucked. Fucking my boyfriend. My Brian. It was impossible for her to concentrate when they were fucking like this, that enormous dick sliding in and out of her and eliciting perfect little pangs of pleasure. Beneath her on the bed, Brian was reciprocating, jerking upward in timely sync so that their flesh met in dozens of immensely satisfying collisions.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck—” Kelly’s face went slack as her entire body rocked, relishing every powerful stroke that shook her entire body. She wasn’t even sure if she was cumming again, or if the previous orgasm was just rolling and tumbling on and on and on—
Then, Brian’s hands took her firmly by the waist and he actually started thrusting, bucking hard enough underneath her that his hips were lifting her up off of the bed with the force of each stroke. Kelly’s hands slipped from his shoulders down his heaving chest for balance, feeling the powerful lines of his abdominal muscles tensing beneath her fingertips as he fucked her until she was bouncing helplessly atop him.
“Ah, Ahh, ahhh—ahHhh—!” She panted out in breathless surprise.
The smell of sex and the wet clap of the two lovers desperately fornicating filled the room for several long minutes—or maybe a few seconds, or a handful of hours, she wasn’t quite sure which anymore—Kelly slamming heavily down upon him in unison with his his body arching up to meet her. The inside of her head felt like sputtering cherry soda fizz as she creamed uncontrollably on Brian’s dick, and her eyelids fluttered sightlessly as she began cumming again. It felt like she was melting into jelly, and she bonelessly collapsed onto him as her strength gave out.
“You need a minute?” Brian asked in concern, slowing the delightful pump of his magnificent penis to a near halt but never quite actually stopping.
“No,” Kelly lied, trying and failing to lift herself up with trembling arms. “I-I’m good, don’t, d-don’t you dare fuckin’ stop. Ever.”
“I can keep at it for a while yet,” Brian laughed. “Why don’t we switch places?”
“Yeah. Let’s,” Kelly wet her lips and quickly agreed. Thank you. You’re, uh, you’re fuckin’ heroic. Just don’t ever, ever stop. Pound me fuckin’ FLATTEN me!
With intimidating ease, he lifted them both up and gently rolled over so that he was on top. In no time at all, he was taking control. Brian freely repositioning her trembling and useless legs so that she was folded nearly in half beneath him, both ankles situated upon his shoulders. When he resumed thrusting into her, he was hitting deep, the full weight of his body pushing her down into the mattress, and her alarmed thoughts began to blot like a reel of film that was bubbling into red spots from the heat of the projector.
OhhHHhhhh Briaann… This had never, ever hit her so hard like this. Kelly quivered, trying not to lose herself in all of this—the sex was overwhelming in ways she’d never imagined possible, it had her reeling, but even that was insignificant in the face of the enormity of everything suddenly going on inside her head right now.
The sexual dalliances she’d felt so confident in before were nothing now, shallow experiences, just her ignorantly skipping across a surface for a brief instant before glancing off onto an oblique new trajectory again, alone. This here and now wasn’t sex—this was some sort of red-tinged revelation, something religious and profound—they were completing each other. He was filling that hole deep in her soul she’d refused to reveal to anyone else, and in turn, she wanted nothing more than to pour her love into those wounds of his and make everything better for him.
Sex was always just this strictly physical thing, She thought in wonder, feeling tears form as Brian fucked her. She blinked in frustration, but wasn’t able to look away from him— afraid to miss anything.
She’d always been so careful to hold herself back, keep things in check. Now, everything was running wild—with Brian, she didn’t want to hold anything back anymore, couldn’t hold back, she wanted to instead pour in every last ounce of effort, put all of herself into this. This relationship, this sex, this magic between them that made her feel like she could be more than what she was; more than Kelly the sexy but stubborn fuckup.
All of this emotion added a certain weight of importance, a realness that lit Kelly up, had her igniting in ways she’d never imagined before. That gentle giddy freefall of attraction from yesterday had instead become a ballistic fucking targetted missile, exceeding terminal velocity and transforming into a streak of red light before striking deep in her heart with inconcievable power.
And then exploding.
Maybe sappy, romantic nonsense like marriage and happily ever after doesn’t seem all that crazy. Not when you find a guy who can do THIS to you… Kelly was changing, realization and acceptance were in this moment transforming who she was. This brilliant meteoric obliteration was a direct impact on her psyche, an epiphany that would indelibly change her forever.
All of the suffering back then, it made me strong, but I chose to believe that it defined me, Kelly realized, stunned at the sudden introspection. I was adrift for so long, just hurting and incomplete. Because, I thought healing, becoming whole again was betraying who I was. I was—I am—proud of that identity. My identity. But, with Brian, I can be even MORE...
“Kelly?” Her lover asked, pausing.
She could read his concern as their eyes connected, could feel that he cared—not for the physical intensity of the moment, but for her. He had feelings for her, he actually cared, he adored and worried about and valued this soul who’d been lost so deep out in the dark empty distances that she’d nearly forgotten the power those sentiments held.
“Just like this. J-just stay like this, for a bit. Please,” She managed a breathy whisper, pulling him closer. How could she put what she was feeling into words for him, how could she ever explain the significance of this moment? “I—I can’t fuckin’ breathe.”
I’m in fucking love with him, Kelly realized with a feeling of sublime contentedness, her eyes dancing over him with nervous energy. Yeah, it’s really THAT fucking good. Not even just the sex… but yeah, that too. Fuck me. It’s over, the Queen is dead. Long live the Queen.
“Hey, you two! Hope we’re not interrupting anyth—” Emily’s playful voice sung out as the door of their hotel room swung wide. Neither Kelly or Brian had even heard it unlocking. “...OHMIGOD!”
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