Losing Control

Stephanie watched with breathless anticipation as Brian lowered his head to Emily’s waiting pussy lips. She couldn’t see the finer details from where she sat, but when that telltale tremor went through Emily’s prone figure, she knew that his tongue had greeted the girl’s slick labia with a languid, teasing stroke. Merely seeing it made her flush and sent a shudder through her; Stephanie remembered the sensation so vividly that she felt her own private parts grow even hotter, practically oozing fluid around Kelly’s fingers.

“Ooh, you like that, don’t you?” Kelly whispered into her ear with a grin. “You like it when Brian talks dirty?”

Talks dirty? Stephanie’s mind blanked for a second in its pink-addled haze before she caught on to what Kelly meant. Oh, the thing he said—calling it nectar, saying what a pretty little... patch Emily had?

Embarrassingly enough, Stephanie hadn’t immediately deciphered his words a moment ago—she’d been listening but not entirely hearing. Her mind was still reeling at seeing this savage, almost ferocious side to the gentle and caring Brian she thought she knew. It was more than simply distracting to see; witnessing the beastly Brian was revealing surprising glimpses into the depths of her own sexual psyche, raw, animalistic urges that would have been impossible for her to realize even a few scant hours ago. Honestly, spoken words had gone right over her head, mentally fobbed off as some sort of inside thing between Emily and him, some shared secret code or reference.

No, not patch, Stephanie realized. He said it was her pretty little peach, that it was leaking with nectar. Those are certainly, um, apt enough descriptors, hah…

“Steph?” Kelly prodded, tapping a fingertip against her labia to get her attention.

“Sorry,” Stephanie whispered back, trying not to squirm beneath Kelly’s touch. “Um. I do like it. Do... you like it?”

“It’s… surprisingly a little hot,” Kelly admitted. “When he says it. My friends and I, we used to make a game of it, just—stringin’ together euphemisms into the most obscene phrases we could think of. I thought by now I was desensitized to pretty much any filthy thing a person could say, buuut...”

“I do remember you had quite a few clever ones,” Stephanie murmured with a smile, relaxing back against Kelly. “It was a game with your friends? Tell me about them?”

“My friends, huh...” Kelly repeated softly.

“No, no no no mmMmmhhph—!!” Emily’s petite figure was cavorting beneath Brian’s ministrations, gyrating and jerking but unable to escape the firm hold he had on her hips as he continued to lick and slurp her. A tousled mop of bright blue hair was now peeking out from beneath where her yukata had slid up her back and begun to hide her, and the girl’s gasping pants and moans of pleasure were muffled by the pillow the girl had buried her face into.

“I don’t think what I had was really friends,” Kelly sighed. “Not like this with you guys. Definitely not like Emily and Brian were.”

“What, um, were they like?” Stephanie asked, wetting her lips again.

“I don’t wanna talk about them,” Kelly whispered back. “Jesus. What’s with you guys and wanting to share every little thing?”

Stephanie bit her lip, feeling a tense moment of indecision, before taking Kelly’s hand by the wrist and pulling it away from her own rather slippery crotch and out of her mostly-peeled-down overalls entirely. She hoisted herself out of Kelly’s lap using the armrests of the easy chair, and then stood in front of her, blocking the girl’s view of Brian and Emily.

“Steph, c’mon, I didn’t mean anything like—” Kelly began to say in a low voice, but stopped when Stephanie signalled her to hush with a finger at her lips.

With slow, deliberate movements, Stephanie slipped her thumbs into the waistband and pulled her panties down along with the overalls she’d already been half-out of. As naked as Kelly now and just a shade more pale, she revealed her glistening sex and its peach fuzz halo of bright pink pubic hair. Bearing the weight of Kelly’s interested appraisal without shying away—it was difficult—Stephanie then climbed back into her friend’s lap, this time facing her.

“Kelly…” Stephanie asked in a quiet, breathy whisper, “I know the talking— that it makes you uncomfortable. Or, um, impatient. And, that’s how you are. But, I need you to listen to me, really listen to me right now.”

“Right now?” Kelly balked in a hushed voice. “Steph—I thought you were getting into this, seeing the action.”

“I… was. Am,” Stephanie corrected herself. “But, this is important. Kelly, please listen.”

“Okay,” Kelly agreed, slipping her hands around Steph’s waist and helping her slide her knees up a bit more on either side of her so that Stephanie could rest her bottom on Kelly’s knees. “You have my attention.”

“Kelly… I love you,” Stephanie said, looking deep into her the girl’s brandy-brown eyes. “It’s only been a day and a night, but my feelings are—they’re strong. I could kiss you and it wouldn’t seem weird at all… I think I might want to make love to you, to—um. Explore this.”

A conflicted expression crossed Kelly’s face, but she continued to silently gaze back at her with rapt attention.

“If you think that this is all too fast, you would probably be right,” Stephanie admitted. “There’s something… magical going on. Actually, magical—for-real, actual magic, it has to do with why our hair changes color when we kiss Brian, with the way we’re all… connected, now. Emily felt a little static charge when she touched that charm Brian has, and I know it felt like it stung me. You said you thought a pin jabbed you—the more I think about it, the more I’m sure that’s when these feelings started, for each of us.”

“What.” Kelly’s face went slack with disbelief, then her brows furrowed in contemplation, visibly remembering everything that had happened, and then anger and confusion fought for control of her expression.

Stephanie almost felt her heart begin to break.

“Th-the characters carved into the charm, they’re the Japanese kanji for ‘inner,’ and ‘palace,’ and together they mean ‘harem,’” Stephanie quickly continued in a whisper. “It’s, um, I know it sounds crazy but it’s real, it’s a real harem charm, and it’s affecting us, more and more. I know it sounds awful, and Emily thinks it’s, it’s brainwashing us? Maybe? But—”

“You can’t be serious, Steph,” Kelly retorted. “This—”

“Let me finish!” Stephanie clamped her hands over Kelly’s mouth, casting a fearful look over her shoulder at Brian and Emily. “Please please please just, just let me finish. Please? There’s more than just the colors, there’s this—when that feeling comes over me, I feel it like fire, like I was dark and empty before, but now there’s a pink fire inside of me making everything better. To Emily, it’s like water, like she’s this mixed-up blue ocean that runs really deep, an-and she has trouble bringing things up to the surface. When I felt you—the things I feel from you, I mean, it’s this… vast distance. It’s like, it’s these little red pinpricks of light all alone in the darkness, and it’s beautiful but so far away, so lonely—”

“A starfield of red stars,” Kelly whispered looked at Stephanie with astonishment. “Just earlier with Brian, I kept having all of this, uhhh, this meteor impact sorta metaphor stuff going on in the back of my head. It was kinky but also kinda… super personal feeling?”

“Yes! Yes!” Stephanie beamed a smile of relief. “You feel it too. There’s—”

“But, what the fuck is going on?” Kelly shifted Stephanie aside to get a look past her at Brian. “He’s doing this to us?”

“I-I don’t think he knows,” Stephanie flustered out. “Emily doesn’t think we should tell him. I don’t know what to do. She thinks that, um, that if this is coming from the charm it’ll… invalidate what we’re feeling? To him? That it won’t count as real, to him, that he’ll hate it?”

“Is what we’re feeling real?” Kelly narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “If—”

“Kelly, please?” Stephanie felt her eyes already watering. “Please listen to me, please? I, I don’t know if it’s real, but, I don’t even care. I can’t go back to the way things were. I’m happy like this, f-feeling love for you, for him, feeling this, um. Connection. To people, finally. I don’t want it to ever go away! An-and I’ll do anything I can to make you feel happy, if you’re not okay with this right now, if you can give me the chance—”

“Steph, ssshh,” Kelly grabbed her and pulled her into an intimate embrace. “God. I didn’t say count me out yet, or anything. I was just thinking out loud. Calm down, Stephanie. S’gonna be alright.”

“I love you, Kelly,” Stephanie quietly sobbed. “I love you, and I don’t want that to ever go away. Any of this. If this isn’t real, then I don’t know what I had before was, because it was so much less than this, it was… it was, I was nothing, and I can’t go back to that after having this, I’ll—I’ll”

“I love you too, Steph,” Kelly admitted in an exasperated whisper. “Jesus, just listen to what you’ve got me saying, now. Quit being a baby, Stephanie—you’re gonna get me worked up and crying. Everything’s going to be fine, just chill out and calm your tits. I get that the colors are crazy and what I’m feeling is… definitely different, but what the fuck makes you connect all the dots and actually decide this is all actually magic?”

“Um,” Stephanie sniffled, wiping tears away with the back of her hand. “Can I show you?”

“Show me how?” Kelly quirked an eyebrow.

“Kinda… like this?” Stephanie took a deep breath and leaned forward, lightly bumping her forehead against Kelly’s.

Brilliant pink fire peeked over the edge of an enormous rocky basin, sending loose bits of doubt and fragments of confusion tumbling down a pocked incline to a fiery red meteor at the very bottom. Kelly? Recognition and something like instinctive, elemental attraction had the entire cratered concavity igniting into a blaze almost immediately, and pink raced in to meet red—in an instant, they began to intertwine in a gleeful sensation of pure bliss.

The girls were very different flames—one was a deep red metal-burning fire, desperate for heavier fuel to oxidize, while the other was a gleefully spreading pink warmth that burned from the air and atmosphere, weaker in temperature but quickly spreading in every direction. There was a brief, unsure moment in the flicker of red, as if unwilling to share it’s tiny source of combustive reaction—then, the pink conflagration enveloped and overwhelmed everything in sight.

Oh? Ohhh! Stephanie felt rather than heard Kelly react, tensing and then relaxing as the girl realized her color hadn’t been snuffed out.

Instead, the red was spreading, a gorgeous bright hue of red appearing within the sprawling pink inferno. The temperature spiked out of control at their combination and that deep crater Kelly had created erupted, light and energy flashing out dangerously and transforming flames into vibrant colors of pure plasma. Together, there was nothing they couldn’t consume, nothing that wasn’t either bursting into explosion or turning molten from the insane heat. They were—

“Cumming, cumming oh my God Brian don’t stoppp I’m cumminnnggg—” Emily squealed out, snapping Stephanie out of her daze.

Slowly—carefully—Stephanie drew back and let her and Kelly’s tongues slide apart, finally breaking the incredibly deep kiss they’d apparently been sharing. A thick strand of saliva connected them as they wavered apart, gazing in stupefaction at each other lust-clouded eyes.

...Oh my God!

The girls both shivered in unison, naked breasts squashed up against one another. At some point without realizing, Stephanie had scooted forward up Kelly’s lap until they were pressed tightly against each other. The bodily contact wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest—it was comforting and familiar... and also confusing in a baffling, impossible way. Even several seconds afterwards, Stephanie still found it difficult to discern where she stopped and Kelly began, like they’d melded together and became a single entity for that incredibly intimate but disorienting moment.

“Uhhh whhat thhe fuuckk?” Kelly slurred, blinking rapidly in attempt to clear her head. “You—you, how? How did you do that? What, what did you just do?!”

“I don’t know!” Stephanie squeaked out. “I’m, um, I’m still figuring it out. It worked on Emily—she thinks it’s some sort of magic. It must be, right?! It’s like, I have this sense of you, and if I just connect my feeling to yours, it’s… um, well, that all happens!”

“I think you just mindfucked me?” Kelly’s eyes were wide now. “That wasn’t all in my head, right? Not in just my head, I mean? You saw—um, imagined like, colored flame mixing together? You’re pink, I’m red? Together, we’re… um, really, really fucking hot?”

“Yes, yes!” Stephanie exclaimed, forgetting to control her volume for a moment before sheepishly lowering her voice. “Emily and I—we made, um, it was something like a steam explosion? When I first tried anything, it was with Chloe because she felt broken and wrong, but I couldn’t fix her and it, it hurt. But—”

“Whoa! Holy hell, Steph—you are soaked,” Kelly realized, looking down at the juncture between them. “Your juices are getting all over me.”

“I-I’m so sorry!” Stephanie exclaimed in surprise. She tried to edge back a bit on Kelly’s lap and was shocked by the slick fluid sensation coating Kelly’s legs as well as her own thighs. “Oh my God, I, um, I—”

“Don’t be, I’m just as fuckin’ wet,” Kelly breathed. “Come back closer. Steph—I don’t know what all the fuck is even going on, but... I’m with you. Okay? If you’re in this crazy fucking magic thing, I’m in it with you. If you wanna, um… explore this thing between us, I’m all for it. I don’t really wanna go back to the way things were before, either. Alright? Holy fuck.”

“Y-yeah?” Stephanie asked, still feeling incredibly embarrassed.

“Yeah,” Kelly decided firmly. “Now, uh, you wanna watch Brian and Emily go at it, orrr... do you wanna make out for a bit?”

“Um… yes?” Stephanie giggled. “Please?”

“I’m sorry Ma’am, but I swear—literally no one else is hearing anything you described,” The hotel clerk explained over the phone. “I went out poolside and checked myself—I didn’t hear any screaming or noises or anything, and no one else has had any complaints.”

“Put me through to your manager, now,” Chloe barked. “I told you I already called the police—this is all going to be on your fucking head if you don’t go in there and fucking immediately evict them from that room.”

“I... understand your concern, Ma’am—I’m gonna put you on hold while I go get my manager.”

“What’s your name?” Chloe demanded. “Don’t you dare put me on—”

Recorded music was already playing, however, so Chloe furiously threw Brian’s phone into the mirror.

Surprisingly, despite the loud crash and clatter of the phone as it rebounded off of the vanity and then tumbled to the tile, the mirror held strong without breaking. The cell wasn’t so lucky, but a tiny crack and scuff on the screen wasn’t enough. Chloe snatched it up from the ground and smacked it across the edge of the counter until the slim device had a full spiderweb of cracks adorning its face.

Why is everyone making this so difficult? Chloe thought to herself, honestly bewildered. They’ve ruined everything. Emily, too petty to follow simple directions. Brian doesn’t even TRY putting any thought into what I might be trying to accomplish. Instead he’s all BOO HOO HOO, poor me! My girlfriend was cross at me for how privileged I am, fucking WAAAAH. Rebecca, she KNEW Stephanie started that shit out in the hall, she should’ve gone and beat the shit out of her. Some fucking friend SHE turns out to—

“Chloe?” Rebecca’s voice called. The doorknob jerked in place, but the lock held firm. “Are you okay? That sounded like—”

“Fuck off, backstabbing fucking cunt,” Chloe screamed, kicking the door loudly and slamming a fist against it. “All of you, just leave me the fuck alone!”

“Chloe…”

“Leave me the fuck alone!”

Even worse, her head was still pounding. Glassy silver shards were grinding and chewing against one another in sickening scrapes and squeaks. There was an ominous, pensive quality to the imagery that secretly terrified her, like this headache was an amalgamation of the self-doubt and second thoughts she’d buried over the years. If she caught a glimpse at one of those bigger broken mirror pieces shifting around, what would she see reflected within?

Nothing, because that’s stupid, Chloe huffed, forcing that nervous curiosity out of her mind. Get a grip, this isn’t an episode of some fucking anime. Great, now the weeb slut has like, infected me with a bit of her chuuni or something. Arrgh! Why didn’t I pack SERIOUS painkillers?

She knew why she hadn’t brought any, but refused to admit it— it was because she knew Brian always packed a bottle as part of his convention ensemble. He’d spend days and days going over his stupid little list, trying to cover every convention contingency. Besides her now-crumpled Magical Doll Himari cosplay, Chloe only had the clothes she was wearing. The way things were supposed to go, she would wear one of Brian’s shirts tomorrow with these jean cutoffs. One of the nice shirts, or even the dressy one he wore beneath his Lance cosplay, so that she could show off how easily she’d reacquired her wayward boyfriend.

Brian needs to know that I’m supposed to be pregnant, Chloe fumed, nearly throwing his phone again. She barely held herself back—she still had plans for the thing. No matter what, I need to separate him from those girls tomorrow, or this is all fucked. Something, ANYTHING. I don’t care if those whores wind up in the fucking hospital.

Chloe’s lovely features contorted into a painful grimace as the twisting and crunching mass of silvery shards ground across the insides of her brain like someone twisting a nightmare kaleidoscope, and she clapped a hand over her forehead. Switching from Brian’s phone to her own, she tabbed to her browser and opened up an old haunt of hers—the AnimeCon official web forums.

Let’s see how many of those bitches stick with you after THIS, you abusive fuckstain, Chloe thought, gritting her teeth hard enough that her jaw began to ache. Forget about any other girls—in the end Brian, I’m the ONLY one who’ll really take you.

I made Emily fucking cum, Brian nuzzled his face into his bent-over friend, frantically sliding his tongue up along her slit to lap up every trace of syrupy desire she produced for him. Like… holy fucking shit. I made her orgasm! Emily tastes absolutely nothing like Chloe. It’s like I actually, literally just cannot get enough of this—this is fucking amazing, I never even wanna stop.

“Brian-n-n!” Emily shivered and twitched as he pressed harder, parting pink folds with his mouth so he could shove his tongue in even deeper exploring strokes.

He remembered Chloe’s puss possessing a flat, annoyed metallic flavor, which over time began to taste like nothing at all to him—like he was just licking skin. By comparison, Stephanie’s was more full-bodied but also somehow innocent and clean, as if Brian could faintly detect the aldehydes he mentally associated with the fragrance of baby powder. Now with Emily he was chasing after this barest hint of citrus, some subtle bright and vibrant tart scent hidden amid her pheromone bouquet of sex-musk that drove him absolutely wild.

Trust issues had almost transformed it into something of a fetish for him. He loved girls that were absolutely wet, girls being turned on in such an obvious way that they couldn’t hide or make excuses for. It was the idea that their bodies were betraying them for him, coupled with their most private places being exposed, it was the concept of them helplessly revealing undisguised attraction that Brian always found unbelievably intoxicating.

“Brian, I—Brian no no no ah, ahhh stop stop stop, I’m, I’m fucking melting…”

Still holding Emily steady with hands on either side of her butt, he adjusted so that he could use his thumbs to subtly spread her thighs open a bit wider. She was so slick and soft and quivering at his attentions that he kept losing himself in a lusty haze as he licked and slurped and kissed the sopping cooze she was offering up to him. He wasn’t particularly concentrating on technique like he had with Stephanie—he was really just cutting loose and enjoying himself.

Can’t get over that this is EMILY, my Emily, Brian rumbled an appreciative groan from deep in his throat. Always fantasized she’d be tight, because she’s so much tinier than I am—but this is something else.

She responded with another one of those adorable gasping pants, and slippery fluid ran down his chin as he messily made out with her tight twat. He was swapping his saliva and her arousal, simply reveling in the sensation of pushing his tongue into of her flushed lips, feeling the raw heat of her supple, pliant flesh, feeling her react to his every move.

At the same time, she’s also kinda muscular down here. Like, when I finally put my dick in her, she’ll probably just clench and clamp down on me, milk me out into her. Jesus, should I borrow another condom after all? There’s no freaking way I’m gonna be able to pull out once we’ve started.

“Brian, fuck me, fuck me fuck me fuck me pleeaasse,” Emily pleaded, wriggling her hips and brushing her perfect bottom across his face. “Pleease? I’ll give you a whole dollar! I seriously can’t take any more, can we—can we just fuck-k?”

With a loving slap across her bottom he relented, sitting up and giving her space to get up. She tried—and failed, weakly clambering back up onto shaking hands and knees only after several attempts. He’d never seen her looking so dazed and disheveled, and the bright blue pixie-cut hair was new, but the way she turned to regard him with half-lidded eyes and her mouth hanging slightly open had his dick graduating from erect to painfully erect. She looked so incredibly horny, so begging to be fucked that a spike of fear ran through him at the thought of what he might actually do to her.

He glanced over towards their spectators, only to do a double-take—Stephanie was completely naked, and straddled Kelly’s lap. They weren’t even watching Emily and him anymore; the two girls were instead locked in their own heated battle, groping and grabbing at each other as they french-kissed in an impossibly passionate exchange. Brian couldn’t help but watch as Kelly’s hands twined around her partner to play with the perfect plump curves of Stephanie’s bottom.

That’s… unbelievably fucking sexy, Brian blinked, turning back to share a mischievous grin with Emily. I mean, wow. How long have they been…?

“Brian—I can keep going,” Emily breathed, her dark eyes lingering on the jutting protuberance of his cock that was still standing at rigid attention. She flicked blue bangs out of her eyes with a quirk of her head and gave him the most smoldering, lusty smile he’d ever seen. “Want you to put it in me. Have our... first time. Wanna like, look into your eyes right as it happens. Want you to see me, wh-what it does to me, what you do to me. Brian, I’ve waited so fucking long for this…”

“I know, me too,” Brian murmured, fighting to retain his control. “Come here.”

When she complied right away, obediently climbing across the bedspread towards him and into his embrace, the relief and comfort he felt was overwhelming. The thought that she’d immediately be right there in his arms whenever he needed to hold her, whenever he needed her to hold him—it was outside what he’d ever dared to fantasize about. A blind spot, hovering there unseen right above his biggest weakness—he needed this. This felt like love, and for a moment Brian just sat there feeling stunned by it all.

“I love you, Emily,” Brian said, honestly admiring the girl’s familiar features. Her hair’s all blue, now— it looks amazing. Should I mention it yet?

“I love you!” She grinned up at him, leaning into his chest. “I, uh. Totally thought you were gonna just… stick it in me. Never thought you were that into, um. Taste… testing? I mean, you like, totally knocked my socks off! I wasn’t… um, it wasn’t weird, was it?”

“It was great,” Brian gave her a reassuring squeeze. “I was selfishly indulging this old fantasy of mine I’ve always had.”

“Okay, cool. Be as selfish as you want.” Emily said, timidly placing a little kiss on his neck. Then another. And then another, slower, somewhat moist one that made a suckling sound. “We’re… gonna actually fuck still, right?”

“We are—” Brian said, pausing to relish the feeling of Emily planting the pillowy little pads of her lips along that sensitive stretch just below his jaw. Her tongue was fluttering out, and he could feel her breath across his bare skin between each of her kisses. “—But, I haven’t had all my fun, yet.”

“You haven’t?” Emily asked, tilting her head.

“I haven’t even seen you completely naked yet, Emily,” Brian explained, playing with the obi that fastened her brief yukata shut. The Akane Kurokawa was a costume and didn’t close like a real kimono, he remembered there was a simple hidden button holding it shut in the back to unclasp.

“You’ve already seen all the good bits,” Emily pouted, pressing her lips against the line of his clavicle while she peeked over his shoulder at Stephanie and Kelly. “Jus’ like, don’t get your hopes up, okay?”

“I think you’re making light of my hopes and dreams,” Brian laughed, hesitating with his hand inside her cosplay. “Let’s just say every time I was hanging out over at your house and you weren’t wearing a bra—Emily, I fucking noticed. Your mom even called you on it, that one time.”

“Th-that like, never happened,” Emily grumbled in embarrassment, averting her eyes. “You’re imagining things.”

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