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"Cheers luv, the-!" Tracer started announcing but cut off when she
realized she had been addressing an empty room. Her shoulders drooped and
she sullenly plopped herself down in an empty armchair and blew a stray
bang out of her face with a huff.
"Nuts, this is what I get for picking someone that's patentedly too fast."
"Don't worry," a sultry voice wafted to Tracer's ears. "I can teach you
how to slow down a bit and enjoy yourself." The aqua-haired succubus
gracefully floated down the stairs. How her barely-there black leotard
clung to the fronts of her breasts to conceal her nipples and virtually
nothing else could only have been the work of magic. Or a very strong
adhesive.
Tracer licked her lips nervously. "Well, may-hap I'll take you up on that
later."
"Later?" Morrigan purred, swaying right up to Tracer's seat. "We're still
waiting for our third. Why not pass the time more enjoyably..." She
straddled Tracer's lap and leaned in to kissed her.
"Am... I interrupting something?"
Morrigan's lips stopped, hovering close enough for both women to feel each
other's breath. Then she pulled back.
"Not at all," Morrigan responded turning to inspect the new comer.
Princess Jasmine stood draped in a tan one-piece dress with a grey shawl
just inside the doorway, one hand on her hip and an eyebrow cocked wryly.
"Isn't it a bit early to be getting hot and bothered already?"
"Aren't you a little old for disney princesses?" Morrigan bantered back.
"Nonsense. Princess Jasmine was one of my first crushes. No, 'crush' might
be the wrong word." She shook her head. "Besides, I'm not Jasmine." She
lifted the front of her dress to reveal a dull golden cobra slither
several inches out of the top of her panties as they watched. It looked at
them and spread its hood wide. "I'm Jafar."
The other two stared.
"... From the sequel. Where Jafar impersonates... ugh, nevermind."
"... Is that your dick?"
Jasmine flushed. "Uh.. yeah. When I tried to go shemale, this came out
instead of my usual equipment. It took some getting used to, but I can
move it like a..."
"Oh my god, you have a tentacle dick. That's hilarious and awesome. I had
no idea Max could do that," Tracer laughed aloud. "How long can you make
it?"
The 'snake' slithered out, coiling around each of Jasmine's thighs before
sliding up her dress to poke out from the collar and even then, it slid
out another foot or so. "Did Max add any 'features' to your guys' suits?"
Tracer shook her head. "Not that I've found... Holy, shit, that's amazing,"
she was still in awe.
Jasmine bit her lip as she began retracting it. "It feels it, too. I get
sensation from the entire length when it's out. What about you, Eric?"
Morrigan got up out of Tracer's lap. "I don't think so, though I'm still
impressed I got exactly what I asked for."
"Oh man, stick it in me, I want to feel it," Tracer started.
"We can screw around later, ladies," Morrigan reminded them. "Right now,
we have a party to get to."
Tracer stopped her inspection of Jasmine's cobra. "Oh, yeah, we should
go."
Jasmine dropped her hem and glanced at Morrigan. "Are you bringing
anything" she asked, hefting her own small satchel.
Morrigan reached behind her back and produced her phone and keys. "I have
a small pocket inside the leotard's back. This should be all I need."
Jasmine nodded. "Alright then. So we're meeting Connie at party row,
right?"
They locked up Eric's town home and set out, chattering about various
encounters they expected to have that evening as they got into Allen's
car.
"Hang on luvlies, we're going for a ride," Tracer announced cheerfully,
pulling away into the dying light of the evening.
--
Connie turned this way and that, craning her neck to see herself from
different angles in the small bathroom mirror.
"You look lovely, dear," Granny Mable assured her. "But won't you be cold
showing that much chest?" Connie blushed, having forgotten that she had
left the bathroom door open. Connie flashed a token smile and Granny
returned it before moving on to whatever had taken her past the bathroom
in the first place.
The strapless black dress was cut quite low, but it was meant to be, and
Connie's hefty breasts filled it out well. It hung off her pudgy curves in
a way that drew attention to them without baring them directly, and that
was something that Connie would normally have avoided. She hated how
unsightly the flabs of fat had looked and felt hanging from her arms,
thighs, and belly. Diligent exercise and painfully controlled diet had
helped her reduce her that extra weight but she was still clearly plump.
She would have felt horribly self-conscious wearing this outfit (much like
with Granny a moment ago) had it not been for the outfit's accessories: a
backpack shaped like a spiked shell that hung low on her back, an orange
tail that hung out from beneath the shell. She had not put on the
bracelets or armlets, yet, nor the long blonde wig topped with a pink and
gold crown, but when they all came together, Connie's normally unwanted
bulk actually complimented the costume. After all, Bowsette was a 'thicc'
woman. 'Thicc' was desirable but 'fat' was ugly, and for the first time
since summer, Connie would get to feel wanted by people other than her
friends. So she hoped. Perhaps she could finally get some relief for the
constant lust between her legs that had long since gotten tired of pity
sex.
"I'm heading out!" she called out as she passed through the small diner on
the ground floor. The owner and chef poked his head out of the kitchen and
got an eyeful. He opened his mouth, possibly to protest her going out
looking like that, but then thought twice.
"Be careful. You're dressed like you're asking for some, so make sure how
you really feel is plenty clear. You're meeting up with friends, right?
Stick together. Do you have that can of mace?" he advised gruffly.
Connie nodded forced a smile. She knew he meant well, but he was at the
ripe old age where he thought it was awkward to show it. Granny Maple
probably found it endearing, but to Connie it was annoying, but not
bothersome enough to make a big deal out of.
"I gave you off tomorrow so have fun, but that doesn't mean you can get
into trouble. I expect you to open the day after."
Connie giggled. "Alright, I'll be careful, Gramps. Laters!"
According to Connie's friends, they were planning to meet up at one of the
nearby parties first and then float from scene to scene depending on what
was going on where. Their meet up spot was close enough for Connie to walk
and it was early enough in the evening that all she got were some
appreciative stares and a compliment or two on her way. That much she was
glad to get - a change from the normal looks that ranged from pity to
disgust. Tonight, she was attractive, she told herself, pudge and all.
----
"Party Row" was a section of town infamous for, as the name suggested,
wild and raucous parties. The college population plus the tech sector
drawing in a lot of young talent made their town rich in the 18-30
demographic and this particular sector would take any excuse to celebrate.
"Okay, ladies," Tracer announced as they arrived at the first party, "the
name of the game tonight is facials. Take a selfie of a guy you've
facialed and that's worth one point. Girls are worth two."
"And... what about me?" Bowsette asked quietly.
The others exchanged glances.
"Well how about...," Tracer started, thinking as she went, "anyone you get
a hot selfie with is worth one point. If your album can make just one of
us get off, then you win."
The terms were a decent enough compromise given that it would be extra
difficult for Bowsette to facial anyone, but Connie still felt a bit left
out. She didn't object any further though - this was part of her
punishment, too.
If this was like any of their other games, 'winning' meant getting to
command an orgy - the theme, characters and how it progressed would all be
dictated by the winner, and all other players would go along with anything
without complaint (not that anyone usually complained).
"Everyone good? Good, let's go. Time to trick and treat!"
----
Morrigan was the first to find a target.
"I'm going in," she murmured to her friends with a lick of her lips. The
others looked ahead at where she was headed and saw a tall, well built man
with pale blue skin and long deep blue-purple jacket. He wore a headpiece
that had wing like horns protruding out the sides that mirrored the shape
of two scythe like wings that stuck out from his jacket at the small of
his back.
Morrigan slid up next to him. "Mhm... Jedah," she purred. The man glanced
down at her and gave a start, taken aback by her sudden appearance and the
intense angle he saw her from.
"M-Morrigan," he responded when he found his tongue. The succubus smiled.
"Do you think you could give a fellow demon a hand, real quick?" she
asked, crooking a finger suggestively.
Jedah swallowed but salvaged some of his machismo. With a nervous grin, he
gave a shallow bow and bid her lead the way.
He followed Morrigan away from the bustle of the party floor proper and,
finding a second floor balcony, out into the open night air.
"All these sweets are fine and all, but I'm craving something salty," she
told him, placing a hand on his growing bulge. When he did not shy away,
she lowered herself to kneeling and unzipped his trousers.
"Kinda exciting doing it out here, isn't it?" Morrigan commented as she
pulled out Jedah's cock. It was decent sized, just big enough for her to
nestle between her breasts, but not so big that it didn't get lost among
their flesh. The Jedah had clearly not expected to get this level of
attention and had clammed up, but that didn't bother the succubus. She was
just setting up for more fun.
Morrigan could tell from Jedah's face that he was close, and she quickly
switched from her mammary massage to closing her lips around his head. He
gasped. She ran a finger gently along the bottom of his shaft, from the
base up till she ran into her chin, and punctuated the motion by licking
the underside of the tip with her tongue. It was enough to push him over,
and he came in her mouth. Morrigan patiently drank his cum till he
finished.
"Mhmm... tasty. Do you recall, Jedah, what succubi do with the fluids they
harvest from men?" Morrigan asked as she rose back to her feet. She pushed
him lightly on his shoulders and he stumbled backwards, just catching
himself on the railing. He heard Morrigan step forward, closing the
distance once more. Being right at level with her hips, he had a clear
view of his partner pulling aside the front of her leotard and revealing
her bare snatch. He gulped.
"When a succubus wants to share the cum she's collected, she turns into an
incubus, of course," Morrigan answered her own question. Before Jedah's
eyes, her pussy spread and a cock slid out into the open air. "Now, dear,
let's see if you can return a favor."
Jedah's eyes widened and he almost seemed hypnotized by the member, larger
than his own, hovering in front of his lips. Hesitantly, he opened and
allowed Morrigan inside.
"Good boy," she praised, gently petting his head with one hand as she
pulled him further down her tool with the other. She started moving her
hips, slowly ramping up her vigor till she felt herself climaxing. In the
last moments, she reached behind her back and pulled her smartphone out of
her hidden pocket.
*snap*
The sound of her phone camera's shutter came moments after she did, and
perfectly captured the thick white goo that squirted over Jedah's face.
The phone quickly returned to its pocket and Morrigan leaned forward to
lick some of her own jizz off his face.
"Thanks, dear. I had a blast."
When she straightened back up, her cock was gone, and all her private
parts were carefully hidden behind deliberately positioned fabric.
With a husky chuckle, she left him on the balcony, disappearing back into
the throng of the party.
--
Leaving the first party to give Morrigan some space, the remaining girls
moved onto the next party. Since Morrigan had made her first target
someone from the same origin, Tracer seemed to take it as a challenge to
do the same. Her patience for turning down a few eager guys was finally
reward when they found a Widowmaker chatting with a Ryu. Her costume could
use some work, but her figure was a great match.
Tracer ducked her head and addressed her friends.
"That Ryu's looking mighty thirsty, if anyone wants to pull him off that
Widowmaker, I want a piece of her."
Jasmine shot a glance over at the couple. "You think you can get her to go
les with you? She seems pretty into him."
"Out of character, I know," Tracer shook her head solemnly, "but I'll set
her right. The Ryu should be practically free points though."
To you maybe, Bowsette thought sullenly. Looking around, she noticed that
most of the glances their group got were aimed at her though, and it
injected her with a bit of confidence.
"I think I know an angle," she offered, and the other two nodded
appreciatively.
Making sure to approach from behind the Widowmaker so that she was in
Ryu's field of vision, Bowsette swayed her way towards the couple,
stopping just behind the blue-purple skinned sniper to pretend to examine
confections on the table nearby. She let her gaze start at the far end of
the table and sweep over till her eyes naturally met Ryu's. When he cut
off mid-sentence, she knew she had got him. It felt great to be able to
command that attention again. Bowsette grinned at him and haughtily
rounded Widowmaker while pretending she didn't exist.
"Do you like my new version, Mr. Ryu? I was looking forward to running
into you again in Smash Ultimate, but perhaps we don't have to wait till
then to get to know each other's new moveset." Delivered with just the
right amount of sass and confidence, Bowsette had already grabbed her
target and aimed to maintain her momentum.
The Widowmaker glared at her, but Bowsette ignored her, swaying past
slowly to show Ryu her walk up close. Taking a few steps past him, she
turned and looked over her shoulder. "Well? Do you think you have enough
stocks to handle this?"
Ryu turned without another word to his previous company and followed
Bowsette down the hall.
"Yikes!" Tracer whispered, stepping up real close behind the bewildered
Widowmaker. "Rude much? Kinda makes your blood boil. Or maybe not, since
if you don't feel emotions anymore. I'd say it's a pity, but it might be a
blessing now."
The Widowmaker turned her glare on Tracer who danced back spritely.
Finally she sighed. "I did that emotionless bit at the start, but it got
way too tiring to keep up, so no, I'm livid."
Tracer put on her most winning smile. "Ah, I getcha. Well, Livid, dun
worry about it, because I happen to be looking for a gal who can
appreciate a good time anyway. And it sounds like a good time for us to
put our history behind us," she continued, nodding understandingly. She
offered a hand. "Let's leave them undelicate boys behind a spell, kay?
What say you?"
Widowmaker sighed again but couldn't help breaking into a smile. "You know
what I say? Let's."
The two girls found an empty bathroom and locked the door. Setting down
purses, the Widowmaker turned against the sink countertop to suddenly find
herself kissed by her new partner. She stiffened at first, simply startled
by the quick start, but remembering who she was dealing with, she realized
it was amusingly within character.
It was different, kissing another girl. Her lips were soft and her touch
was gentle. Widowmaker was beginning to understand why some girls swang
this way. She felt Tracer's hand against her stomach, and felt her find
the zipper to the front of her costume. She felt her jumpsuit lose tension
and threaten to fall off her curves, but she didn't feel anxious about it
like she would have minutes ago. Here, she was in private, with another
girl. Another girl who reached into her suit and was massaging her
breasts. She had expected it to feel intrusive, but Tracer's hands adeptly
sent only pleasure through Widowmaker's body.
Tracer tugged at Widowmaker's jumpsuit lower section, baring her sex.
Despite the sensations Tracer had brought to her chest, the pale sniper
was not prepared for what cunnilingus felt like and Tracer had to stop
after just a few moments to give her a moment to rein in her moaning.
"Maybe you should try doing me, luv," Tracer suggested with a sideways
smile. Widowmaker nodded, it was only fair to give if she received. They
switched places, with Tracer sitting up on the countertop, holding her
legs up and apart. Given the opportunity, Widowmaker admired the
craftsmanship of Tracer's outfit, finding it leagues more authentic than
her own. With Tracer's help, she rolled down tracer's leggings far enough
to grant Widowmaker access to her femininity. Tentatively, Widowmaker put
her lips to Tracer's folds and slowly started exploring.
After a few patient suggestions from Tracer, Widowmaker finally found a
way of stimulating her partner to orgasm.
"Cheer's luv... the cavalry's... here!" Tracer panted between soft groans.
Widowmaker felt Tracer's sex move under her lips in what she thought was a
female orgasm. Tracer's labia parted and something touched Widowmaker's
tongue while it was inside. A thick hot liquid spilled out into her mouth
and she recoiled at the salty-sour taste. More of the white juice squirted
out, covering Widowmaker's face.
*snap*
--
With both Tracer and Bowsette having found marks to trick, Jasmine was
left by her lonesome but not for long.
"Whoa, Princess! Does the Sultan know you're out here by yourself?"
His rendition of Aladdin was different from the disney one that Jasmine's
outfit was based on, which was probably why he did not recognize why she
was not wearing her usual baby blue pants and top. She gave him credit for
recognizing that she was dressed as Princess Jasmine in the first place
though.
"Aladdin! What are you doing here?" Jasmine stammered, playing along.
"I think I asked you first! Well, maybe not exactly, but whatever. It's
not safe here for a princess," he gestured around the room. "Look, I count
no less than five villains in this very room. Let's get you home before
something happens?"
Jasmine puffed up her chest. "I can handle myself, thank you very much!"
she protested, but still gave him a smile to know it was just part of the
act. "And what exactly do you mean by 'something?'"
Their banter elicited a few chuckles from the audience and that seemed to
please the actors as well.
"I- I don't know, but 'something.' I'm just saying, with this much bad
news around, bad news is bound to happen!" Aladdin offered her his hand
and she heaved a dramatic sigh but took it in the end. The street rat
turned prince led his princess out of the party and into the night.
"Ah! It's great to finally meet someone who can keep up," Aladdin laughed
into the starry sky, letting Jasmine's hand go to give an enthusiastic
spin out on the sidewalk. "Every other girl tonight didn't have a clue how
to respond to me, even the other Jasmines!"
Jasmine gave him a wry smile. "What do you mean 'other Jasmines?'" she
demanded jokingly and they both laughed. "Well, perhaps they were just
fakes then." she suggested slyly.
Aladdin raised an eyebrow but responded without pause. "Perhaps they
were." It was apparent he didn't know where she was going with the thought
and Jasmine relished rubbing her secret in his face without him knowing.
"Say, is that Abu?" Jasmine changed the subject suddenly, pointing to an
alley between some buildings. Without waiting for Aladdin's response, she
set off to check.
"Uh... Princess?" Aladdin followed uncertainly.
When they both had passed into the shadows of the alley, Jasmine grabbed
him by the wrist and pulled him close, the momentum pushing them both till
Jasmine's back was against the alley wall.
"For a prince so desperate for someone who can take a hint, you're not so
great at picking up on hints yourself," Jasmine whispered, sensually
cupping one of Aladdin's cheeks in one hand, while feeling the front of
his trousers with the other.
"Oh, uh... Sorry, I have been told I can be a little dense. By you
probably..." Aladdin panicked and jumped back a step, realizing he may
have bit off more than he could chew but still trying to stay in
character. He turned to head back towards the parties. "But really, we
should probably be getting back-" Jasmine laughed and pounced, wrapping
her arms around him from behind and making sure he felt her breasts
against his back.
"Don't leave a girl hanging," she put a pout in her voice, "Not after I've
been waiting for just the right prince all this time. You just told me you
know how it feels to be searching for the right one for so long. It can be
frustrating and disappointing, and leave you with all kinds of pent up
feelings."
She pulled him back with surprising strength and put him against the wall
this time. One hand slid down his trousers and quickly found his penis.
She stroked him while gazing into his eyes. He was still tense but he
seemed to finally accept her intentions. Without breaking eye contact,
Jasmine sunk to her knees and pulled Aladdin's cock the rest of the way
out of his pants. She quickly wrapped her lips around it and began
sucking.
While she worked on him, Jafar's cobra slid out of Jasmine's panties and
slithered between Aladdin's legs. Shielded from view by the view of
Jasmine's bust and the hem of her dress, Jafar's cobra sidled upward,
weaving between areas where Aladdin's back was not flush against the wall.
Aladdin kept nervously glancing between Jasmine and the alley entrance and
his apprehension prevented him from turning his head where he might see
the snake closing in on his cheek. With the head in position, Jasmine
reached below her skirt and began stroking what length of snake she could
reach coming out of her pussy, juggling pleasuring herself with pleasuring
her prince till he finally climaxed in her mouth. Then the cobra struck.
Aided by the combination of surprise and absurdity and the intense
feelings of his orgasm, the cobra head swung around in front of Aladdin's
face and plunged head first into his mouth. Moments later, it began
shooting Jafar's cum down his throat. Remembering to finish outside, the
cobra pulled out to squirt the last contractions of Jafar's cum on
Aladdin's face.
Jasmine stood up, a wickedly content smile on her face. She reached in her
bag and pulled out a phone.
*snap*
A little moan escaped Jasmine's lips as the snake retreated back under her
dress but she giggled it off while putting her phone away.
"Thanks for showing me a good time," she started, and then her voice
dropped an octave and a half, "Street rat!" She laughed again, her voice
rising back to its normal feminine timber with each breath.
--
A night of bizarre encounters later and the time for the 'girls' to meet
back up and compare points finally arrived. Morrigan waited in the
lingering remnants of a party that was winding down, patiently nursing a
drink. Jasmine poked her head in the room and, upon seeing her friend,
entered the rest of the way and sat down next to her.
"I had an actual Aladdin that was great first but after that it went a bit
downhill. I eventually had to give up on people recognizing me and just
went with seducing guys from scratch," she admitted defeatedly. "You'd
think the generation that grew up with Disney's Aladdin would recognize
its princess more readily."
Morrigan hid a smug smile behind another sip of her drink. "Or perhaps
there are plenty who recognize you but were too young to associate sexual
feelings with anything Disney."
Jasmine hung her head, already expecting to lose.
Tracer strutted in a moment later, finding her friends with a quick
sweeping glance around the room.
"Ever get that feeling of d?j? vu?" she asked jokingly. Morrigan shook her
head and Jasmine snorted, but they were both smiling while they did it.
"Just waiting on Big Bad now with Boobs, I see?" Tracer observed as she
sat down. Morrigan nodded.
"Let's give her a few minutes and then we'll send out a search party."
But a few minutes later, Bowsette was still nowhere to be seen.
The exchange of glances that passed around the three friends turned
worrisome, and they sent a text informing their missing companion that
they were leaving their meeting place to find her.
A few stops later, they found what had been holding her up.
"Fucking fat cunt! For someone who looks like a twinkie rolled a fashion
magazine from medieval era, you have a lot of nerve thinking you can walk
up and start flirting with someone's boyfriend right in front of them!"
"Maybe if yo-"
"You let yourself go that bad and you must be dreaming if you expect
anyone here's gonna even look your way. Wake up, girl, reality's knocking,
and if you've seen a mirror lately, it's not pretty."
A gaggle of girls stood around harassing Bowsette who found herself unable
to get a word in to attack back or defend herself.
Morrigan's eyes narrowed angrily and she started forward but two figured
brushed past her and stood before the angry female mob.
"Mamma mia! I haven't heard a pack of hyenas this hungry since the
princesses heard Luigi inherited that mansion and not them!" exclaimed a
stout man with fake facial hair and blue overalls over a red shirt and
cap.
"It only lasted till they heard it was haunted," added the taller man with
a green shirt and cap to go with matching overalls.
The two advanced on the girls and they parted in stunned silence to let
them through.
"You cause me no end of grief, Bowsie, but even I wouldn't wish you
subjected to these endlessly quacking birds. What little we heard already
makes me question who the real evil villains are here," Mario admitted,
offering Bowsette a gloved hand. She accepted and he led her away from the
group that was staring daggers at them.
As they passed Bowsette's trio of friends, she finally noticed them and
made to stop but Morrigan smiled and shook her head, urging her to keep
going.
Misty eyed, Bowsette nodded back with a smile. Someone who not only
accepted her, but was willing to intervene like that was worth, at the
very least, some reciprocated appreciation.
And with the Mario brothers safely behind them, the three friends turned
to face the offending girls. They would have plenty to moan about soon
enough.
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