Renfaire Fantasy 2: Condensation pt 2 (Patreon)

    “I’ll drink it,” Christine blurted out. “I can drink all of it.”

    Everyone turned to look at her again, and the different reflections of amusement, exasperation, and what might have been mockery were incredibly humiliating. A different sort of humiliating though, not one that had her ire rising up to meet it by dispatching insults and turning things back on them. Instead their attention made her nipples throb and goosebumps rise across her skin—the eyes on her made her want to twist and squirm with ashamed arousal.

    It’s so that we can get this over with, Christine told herself. I’m not like a cum guzzling slut. I just want all of this over and done with! It smells fantastic anyways—I had no idea ejaculate smelled so amazing. Is it like, pheromones or something? It’s so heady and strong. Musky? It has that strange sort of musk to it that just makes me associate the smell with really, really good sex. Fantasy sex. Is that weird? That’s weird.

    “Here,” Kelly passed the jar to Emily.

    Emily opened it back up with a jangle of the metal clasp against the glassware, and raised the jar up to steal a whiff of it for herself. Watching the Latina bring the jar up to her face startled Christine enough that she rose up off of her log slightly in fear that Emily was going to drink some of it—Christine was quick to ease back down into place upon the seat before anyone seemed to notice, but she dry-swallowed and worked her lips all the same.

    Okay. Okay. Calm down.

    “Smells like last night,” Emily reported. “Like the sex we had last night. No, like this isn’t even a smell, it’s like—it’s like—”

    Emily inhaled deeply again, and once again seeing it drove Christine a little stir crazy—sweat was beading like mercury across the mirror surface of her mind, each tiny little droplet was reflecting strangely alluring blue from somewhere else, and when they grew large enough to draw lazy silver trails down the glassy pane it created watery clean streaks. The dull, difficult to see through mirror was spotted with condensation and the trickle trails tickling down towards her gut made her knees weak. The trailing lines of clarity upon the foggy pane were altogether tantalizing, they made Christine want to wipe and smear away that dreary Chloe residue that made everything so faded and colorless. They filled her with urges, made her want to shove slick fingers inside herself in desperate search for satisfaction.

    Oh my God.

    “It’s more than even just a smell,” Emily decided, swishing the contents of the jar before her nose as if she were a semen sommelier. “It’s imbued with… more. Sensations, feelings? Emotions?”

    “Magic?” Kelly summed up. “Basically?”

    “Yeah,” Emily nodded. “Some like, essence of everything we shared last night. It’s all in here. Crazy.”

    “You’re—” Stephanie let out a small groan. “Emily, you’re teasing her. Please. Just, just let her drink it. You’re making her crazy.”

    Everyone’s judgemental stares might as well have been caressing her body up and down this time, because they made Christine shudder and rock slightly in her seat. Both hands were shoved down into her lap, failing to suppress a damp heat growing there, and even shifting position slightly made her hyper aware of how wet she had become, because she could feel her lips sliding against one another. She was more turned on than she ever remembered being before in her life, and everyone could tell. Christine knew they could tell—how could they not see it? More than just see it, Stephanie over there felt it.

    The condensation across Christine’s mirror may have been beading blue, but the whole thing was visible right now within the dark recesses of her mind only because of the distant pink flame. Just as they were in reality sitting around a campfire and relying on only that for illumination, on the other side of the mirror it was Stephanie’s bright pink soul lighting everything up. Christine felt herself enter a daze as she searched inward trying to grasp the imagery and sort them into concepts—it was difficult.

    Is that the dreamscape they were talking about? Christine wondered, trying to strain to capture the fleeting sense of it before it started to all just seem like her imagination again. It’s… it’s hard to figure out. I AM the mirror, the mirror is also a metaphor for self reflection, it traps me and also IS me, and there’s different sides to it and maybe the one side is like looking through a window and seeing through the veil to this other world—but then also, I can’t TURN the mirror to see through it as I please, because I AM the mirror, and that’s, that’s jumbling up my perspective? I’m SO fucking horny—I can’t process any of this.

    “You want this, don’t you?” Emily held the jar up just out of reach. “You like, really want this. All of Brian’s cum.”

    “Please,” Christine heard someone shamelessly panting for it, and by the time she realized it was herself it was too late to stop the words. “Yes. Please? I need it.”

    “Emily, come on,” Stephanie growled, the need in her voice mirroring Christine’s own.

    Mirroring? Because—oh yeah, because of mirror. I’m mirror. She’s—light. Flame. Fire. Reflecting. And, she does yeah anyways, because of her thing. Her yeah thing. It feels.

    Christine’s chain of thought became a nonsense babble of impulses and impressions that weren’t even properly arranged into words, and she reached up with shaking hands to accept the glass jar from Emily as Emily stepped closer. She couldn’t think. She needed that orgasmic ambrosia laden bright with magic, because it would fix her, fill her, fulfill her, it would squeegee all of the ashy Chloe clean from her mind and make her go colors.

    “Hold on,” Kelly interrupted.

    “No hold on,” Christine protested.

    Then she flushed with embarrassment, because she’d never intended to leak her babble talk out loud. Just—she needed to drink this, she needed all of that warm cum inside of her, she needed it needed it needed it needed it NEEDED IT.

    “Just give it to her!” Stephanie whined. “Please. It’s—she needs it.”

    Thank you! Christine gave them a dumb nod of complete agreement.

    “No, I mean like—there’s no set ritual to this, or anything,” Kelly tried to explain. “But, I feel like we need to be more of an active part of it. Of her uh, initiation. Not just sit her there and watch her go chug chug chug. That’s… impersonal? It doesn’t feel right. We need to be a part of it.”

    “I’m… I’m not gonna lie, I’m not super comfortable with all of this in the first place,” Brian admitted. “It’s weird, it’s making her weird, and it starts to feel more like we’re just… I don’t know. Drugging her up, or something.”

    “We are, kind of,” Kelly sounded thoughtful. “But, not like the ‘bad’ kind of drugs, Brian, chill. This is going to help her. We’re giving her her medicine.”

    “Her med-i-cine,” Rebecca chirped in a cute voice, and then let out a nervous laugh. “Hah—sorry.”

    And then he didn’t want to take it, but he had to take it, because it was his med-i-cine, Rebecca’s sing-song from months ago came to Christine in a memory. I said, Prince Charming, you are so handsome. But, you do have to take your med-i-cine! It’s GOOD for you! 

    It had been one of the idle nonsense recollections from some car drive somewhere they had shared—in their friend group Rebecca was the easiest to ask for a ride somewhere, and the only cost to doing so was putting up with Rebecca’s stupid silly chatter nonsense about her cat, or her camping trip with the LARP weirdos, or what old dumb movie she had watched last night. Emily took advantage of her the most, but Becca and Chloe wouldn’t shy away from calling Rebecca up for a ride whenever that was convenient.

    Except—Christine was no longer the aloof princess Chloe. Chloe, who had hidden a sneer of contempt while using Rebecca as free transportation, simply because the dumb oaf was too sweet and nice to ask for gas money from anyone, no matter how long a drive it was. No, now she was Christine, now her masks had been stripped away and her social status knocked out from under her—she was a vulnerable, pathetic and mewling existence Rebecca kept in a shed and looked after like a pet.

    The sudden and strangely submissive implication seemed to strike Christine at just the right time, and it made her want to drop down on her hands and knees in the stamped dirt surrounding the firepit and beg. She needed her medicine, and she wanted to beg for it, she would bark or meow or whatever it was made them pleased with her. Christine wanted to submit to them, she wanted to be their pet. If they would only just let her gorge herself on that delicious cum!

    “Y-you’re—?” Stephanie sputtered. “What was that?!”

    “Was what?” Brian asked.

    “Christine!”

    “I-I don’t know!” Christine pleaded. “Please. Please.”

    “What happened?” Rebecca asked.

    “I don’t know! You’re—you’re all making her weird!” Stephanie said in a fluster. “Would you—could you just give her the jar, already?!”

    “Both of you come over here,” Kelly insisted, waving them forward. “C’mon, hurry. We—we all should be a part of this. I think it helps.”

    “A, um, a part of this how, exactly?” Rebecca asked, stepping forward. “Like—”

    “No fucking clue,” Kelly said. “Just feels right?”

    Christine watched in a daze as Kelly came up and placed a hand on her shoulder, and some other black area of her mind lit up with distant stars. She was cocking her head to rub her cheek against the back of Kelly’s hand before she even realized what she was doing—it was just nice. Kelly was nice. Sexy, hot. It was an all-at-once change of perspective, as though some bewildered part of Christine’s awareness was being dunked back and forth from one side of the silvery pane to the other. Just as it had been with re-experiencing Emily, taking Kelly’s objective attractiveness and internalizing it to a subjective attractiveness felt fucking weird, in a really good way.

    Rather than sizing up competition with wary eyes, Christine wanted to grope across Kelly’s magnificent breasts with her fingers and teeth, she wanted to taste Kelly, make out with Kelly, undress her, slip that plunging top down even further to expose those perfect tits, to pull the young woman’s succulent nipples into her mouth. She could make out the outlines of those nipples already now, because they created little outdentations in the fabric of Kelly’s shirt.

    Wait—OUTDENTATIONS isn’t a real word, right? Christine struggled to think. What’s the word for the opposite of INDENTATIONS?

    The curvaceous figure Kelly sported had built up walls of annoyance within Christine’s mind that now were torn down—instead Christine now felt raw desire and only wanted to explore and indulge in every inch of Kelly’s flesh. The sudden change in perspective across Christine’s mind was like a slap to the face, and she could only watch in a daze of excruciating arousal as the glittering red reflection of comets and constellations revealed a whole new side of Christine’s sexuality. The sudden attraction to Emily had been in sordid wet little pangs, and then the rush of lust for Kelly had Christine feeling completely starstruck.

    “OOokay she’s right!” Stephanie squeaked. “It—it does work. Brian, um. Rebecca, too—we should all. I don’t know, touch her, or uh, stand in real close. For while she does actually drink it. It amplifies. Multiplies? I don’t know!”

    “She’s practically drooling,” Emily observed with amusement, still holding the jar up just out of Christine’s reach.

    If her legs weren’t trembling so much right now, Christine might have tried to lunge for it.

    “...Fine,” Brian sighed, rising up to his feet.

    Staring past Emily to watch Brian cross around the fire pit and approach them had Christine’s heart leap up into her throat. The sudden sapphic pulls that drew her towards girls all of the sudden was strong, but seeing the shirtless Brian was a stark and brutal reminder that she was still very, very much attracted to the sheer masculinity he had on display. He just seemed so… solid, unyielding, and the magical representation of him pinwheeling in her kaleidoscope of dancing colors and spinning mirrors was the very earth itself. The foundation they all stood upon—huge, solid, and somehow relentless and unstoppable. 

    Because he brought Stephanie with him, he wasn’t just a titan, he was a flame-wreathed juggernaut of power, his presence seemed crushing, he fed fires and drew down stars from the sky and released rivers. He was the center, the axis upon which the dreamscape revolved in the dizzying glimpses roiling one after another through Christine’s perception. Still perched upon the edge of the sawed-off log that was her seat at the campfire, Christine began to subconsciously spread her legs wide in invitation.

    “See? See?” Emily teased.

    Christine was still clad in only her bra and panties from when Rebecca had been helping her clean up with a washcloth, and the chill in the air was a titillating reminder of how exposed she was. Her pale, almost sickly skin tone was flushed all over as her heart raced, her long legs felt awkward and gangly and she didn’t know where to place them. Likewise, she didn’t know what to do with her hands, and she clenched and unclenched them, wishing for something—or someone—to grab onto.

    “I still don’t like this,” Brian’s tone of disapproval made Christine want to writhe back and forth, it made her ache to be punished.

    “It was cum conversion therapy, or put her out of her misery,” Kelly reminded him, and her hand on Christine’s shoulder gave a squeeze of reassurance that spat silver butterflies into Christine’s tummy.

    Emily cupped Christine’s cheek with one palm and the blue in the mirror was back strong, Stephanie put her hand on Christine’s opposite shoulder, and the ensuing proximity of pink was so radiant and overwhelming that she was too dazzled to see for a moment. Attraction arrived on tongues of brilliant pink as expected, but the flavor of it was so drastically different that Christine found herself even more swept away. Stephanie had an innocence and purity to her that filled Christine with total admiration—her magical impression was more than just a difference, it seemed the polar opposite end of the mental spectrum from the familiar Chloe feelings Christine was so desperate to be freed from. 

    Brian was the canvas upon which blue, red, and pink appeared, and when Rebecca placed her hand on the crown of Christine’s head—nothing.

    Christine had been bracing herself for yet another whirlwind of magic and emotion, but instead Rebecca’s hand was just a hand. Strange and dead, the hand was physically there, but on the other side of the mirror it wasn’t there at all—it was as though a series of markers had been uncapped and were drawing insane scribbles throughout Christine’s mind, but then one marker in particular was dry of ink and just not creating lines; Rebecca.

    “Okay Christine, are you ready?” Emily asked. “Brian, grab her tit or somethin.’”

    With another heavy sigh that made Christine yearn to find some way to please him, Brian finally lifted his hand and placed it on her upper arm, just below Stephanie’s hand. The effect was incredible, because the pinwheel of messy thoughts and feels snapped into place and were all at once squished, as though everything was trapped between the two panes of a microscope slide and pushed into clarity. The window into the dreamscape was revealed as lenses were forced into focus, the blotted array of colors became crystal clear—the vivid plasma pink of in high definition, the flow of water in perfect detail, and the stunning imagery of a fallen star, a meteorite still burning with brilliant red.

    Across it all, the lingering remains of Chloe were a patina of dried blood upon the glass, drawn so sharp now that she could read each and every individual fleck of crud stuck to the surface of her mirror. That unfocused dull haze from before was now revealed a multitude of fine specks that filled her with loathing and disgust, that radiated all of the sick twisted Chloe thoughts and unbridled insanity that Christine needed to be clean of.

    “That helped!” Stephanie reported. “It—I can’t describe what that did, but it did it. I-I think we’re good. Let her um, let her drink, now?”

    “I feel… something,” Kelly said, sounding distracted. “Yeah, I don’t know what, but it’s something. Feels strange.”

    “I don’t feel anything at all?” Rebecca told them, sounding embarrassed. “Still. Yeah. I’m uh, I’m not tuned in.”

    “I feel something,” Emily said.

    “Please,” Christine mouthed, all but rocking back and forth and panting beneath the many hands placed upon her. “Please.”

    “Brian?” Emily asked for permission. “Last chance to call things off. It’s cum-conversion therapy, or we brain her with the shovel and dump her in the grave. Not too late, and—I’m cool with either way. Okay? Don’t want you to feel guilty about this, later, or be all like oh boo-hoo, we were using magic to influence her, and that isn’t fair. She tried to fucking kill you. She tried to fucking kill you. So, she either takes her bitter medicine, or—”

    “It’s not bitter—” Stephanie murmured.

    “—or, she exits the play, stage left,” Emily continued. “Goes into the grave, and we just forget all about her. C’est la vi.”

    “Go or no go, Brian,” Kelly urged. “Your call. Last chance.”

    “Chloe?” Brian asked. “Or—right, Christine?”

    “Please—” Christine panted, wetting her lips. “I-I want to drink it. Please.”

    “Let her have it,” Brian sighed.

    “Promise me you’re not gonna guilt trip,” Emily challenged. “Need you to say it. Gotta hear you say it. Promise me. We are not gonna mope, or dwell, or beat ourselves up over—over this.”

    “Emily—” Brian grimaced. “It’s not like we have a choice, alright?”

    “We do have a choice,” Emily argued. “We’re either putting Chloe in the hole so she can rest in fucking pieces, or we’re giving Christine a chance at life, in which case, yeah fresh start for everyone, clean conscious, and all this guilt trip bullshit is just done.”

    “Fine,” Brian said, his beautiful brow furrowing. “Clean conscience. Not conscious.”

    “Listen to what I mean, not what I say,” Emily stuck her tongue out. “Jerk.”

    “No, not fine,” Kelly insisted. “Brian; promise us. Really swear to us. Emily’s right. We’re either giving Christine a fresh start here, or we’re putting Chloe in the grave. I’m sorry there’s no room for middle ground, but… that’s just how it is. You need to tell us that you’re not going to feel sorry for Chloe, or for your heavy fucking conscience about the mind control bullshit to weigh down Christine and stop her from having a chance at a clean slate.”

    “Because, it’s not mind control!” Stephanie said. “I don’t think.”

    “I really don’t think it is,” Rebecca agreed.

    “I’m cool with it either way,” Emily shrugged, swishing the contents of the jar right in front of Christine’s face. “But if you aren’t gonna be cool with this, we put it all to bed now and brain her.”

    “We’re not killing her,” Brian said.

    “Then—?” Emily asked.

    “Give it to her,” Brian said. “I’m not cool with it if it’s brainwashing or mind control or altering her personality or rewiring her views, or whatever. But, maybe it’s not doing that, and maybe it’s just helping—I don’t know how to say it. Helping open her up to be a better person. I do want to believe that. Just, all the sex stuff and inducing lust or all that makes that hard to trust.”

    “Well,” Kelly’s hand on Christine’s bare shoulder gave a slight slapping tap tap tap. “It’s love magic. What can you do about it? S’just the way it works.”

    Emily lowered the jar again in closer, so that the open lip of the vessel was just barest inches away from Christine’s lips. She couldn’t help but let out a long whimper of need. There weren’t words for how much she needed to drink all of that magic essence, and so she found herself unable to contribute to the conversation going on up above her head. She was just waiting for a verdict. Anticipation and fear scrabbled at the corners of her vision, but she was too turned on to let anything distract her from her prize.

    “I… guess,” Brian relented. “Let her have it. I honestly already made the decision when I kissed her back there, in the grave. So, yeah. I promise. If it’s ‘kill her’ or ‘change her,’ the one I can live with is changing her. I guess. And then… my conscience will be clean, so long as we always treat her right, never take advantage. Do right by her. Which we will. Right?”

    “Right,” Stephanie nodded.

    “Absolutely,” Rebecca chimed in. “Yeah.”

    “Uh-huh,” Emily snorted.

    “Sure, maybe,” Kelly tapped Christine’s shoulder again with impatience. “Yeah, whatever. So…?”

    “So—bottoms up, bitch,” Emily said with glee, tilting the jar forward.

    Warm, fluffy cream poured into Christine’s mouth, and her body tensed as happy thoughts and pure, unadulterated love emulsified into ardent streaks of silver magic that filled her mind with absolute brilliance. It tasted nothing like it smelled—the aroma she’d thought was so nice before was a pale shadow of how incredible this stuff actually was. Christine swallowed noisily with greedy gulps as more and more of the goopy fluid flowed, and her entire body warmed with anticipation as a certain familiar feeling began to build. The jar was huge and there was no way she could possibly drink all of this, and at the same time there just wasn’t enough of it and the decadent perfection of magic cum sliding across her tongue and then down her throat was mesmerizing her into a state of mind beyond where she could even properly appreciate it.

    Emily turned the jar even further, and Christine grabbed onto the many hands holding her in place as she orgasmed explosively without warning. The little climaxes she had experienced in her life until now were futile, insignificant things, an impatient and annoyed scratching at the glass, while this time when she came it was shattering pane after pane one after the other in a supremely satisfying way. Each mirror that gave way in obliterating orgasms revealed another that was ready to burst, and each one was more clear and perfect than the last.

    Her hips rolled as she spasmed and it felt as though her clit had unhooded itself as her pussy twitched and squirted lubricant to soak her panties—the mirrors in her mind shattered again and again but left no shards behind, simply revealing new mirrored depths where the silver sheen reflected impossibly bright colors and vivid emotions. She wasn’t just attracted to the people trying to hold her steady, she felt infatuation and appreciation solidifying into a love that stole the strength from her limbs and also empowered her, Christine was helpless and invincible and more than anything cumming her brains out.

    “Oh my geez,” Rebecca finally whispered in shock. “Uhhh, well I guess that wasn’t actually a real seizure, but—”

    “MmHmmmm—!” Stephanie seemed to collapse against the many outstretched arms pinning Christine into place and then devolve into a manic series of giggles that made way too much sense to Christine. 

    “Annnd—there,” Emily released Christine’s cheek to give the jar a healthy pat. “All gone!”

    It was empty, and Christine felt so full and perfect that she interrupted her long, languid orgasm with a short, sharp one that hit with so much pleasure that it almost stung. Hands were combing out long, silver tresses that looked otherworldly in how beautiful and strange they were—Christine’s legs were still weakly kicking, her eyelids were fluttering uncontrollably, and it was difficult to uncurl her toes.

    “Christine?” Brian sounded concerned. “How do you feel?”

    “She feels great!” Stephanie tittered out in delirium. “Shooo great. She’s great. Great great great!”

    “Well, her hair’s all silver—” Emily observed. “But, did we fuck up? She’s got the red eyes, again. Like she did when she was all proto-vampire, or whatever.”

    “I… can’t believe she drank it all,” Rebecca sounded both concerned and impressed. “That was, well. A lot. Should we um, should we burp her?!”

    “Christine?” Brian asked again. “Guys—give her some space.”

    I feel—like I’m in love, Christine couldn’t help but smile, a big, wide smile that stretched her cheeks. I’m so in love. I’ve never been this in love. I feel like I could fly right now!

     “Steph?” Kelly asked. “You can feel her for sure—she’s on the charm path or whatever all solid, right? She’s Christine?”

    “She is!” Stephanie said, grabbing at Christine and then groping across her bare arms and then her neck with a look of wonder. “She’s great. She’s so much better. I think, I think it worked! It worked out really really really well.”

    “Her eyes are red,” Rebecca remarked.

    “Christine? Hey, do you feel like—” Emily frowned. “Any of the blood path stuffs? Thirsty?”

    “N-no,” Christine shook her head. “I feel… good. New. I, I feel like all the Chloe is washed away, and everything is so… clear. Easy. Free? Hah ha…”

    “Then… it’s done,” Brian’s shoulders finally seemed to relax. “It’s all over with. Chloe is… Chloe is gone. Christine is okay. Everything’s going to be fine. We did it.”

    “Yes!” Stephanie confirmed, jumping up and down with excitement.

    “Fucking finally,” Emily snorted.

    Stephanie’s enthusiasm was contagious, and Christine looked up to see the light of the campfire revealing smiles and looks or relief. It felt like such a huge victory for them, and she wanted to shower them with thanks and hug them and prove how much this meant to her, but also the silver afterglow of the experience made her unsure she could even stand up right now. Her hands didn’t hurt when she opened and closed them, and although it was hard to see, her bare arms and legs didn’t seem frail like they had moments ago. Slender, but not sickly. 

    “I feel amazing,” Christine said in a small voice. “I—thank you. Everyone. Thank you so much.”

    “You still havta be Brian’s slave for two years,” Emily insisted with a huff. “Like we agreed.”

    “Whoa whoa whoa,” Rebecca chuckled. “It was maid, not slave, Emily.”

    “Well—whatever. Tomato, tohmahtoh.”

    “I’d love to,” Christine admitted. “I’d um, I’d love to do that for him. For all of you. Whichever you decide. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.”

    “I think… well, we’ll see,” Brian said, sounding exhausted. “For now, let’s… I think we should probably try to get some rest.”

    “It is three fifteen AM,” Rebecca reported. “That all went on a little late!”

    “I’m beat,” Kelly admitted. “Worth it to have a big win, though, right? C’mon.”

    “Absolutely!” Stephanie exclaimed. “It’s—Brian, it worked. It worked!”

    “Yeah,” Brian gave her an uneasy nod, looking Christine up and down. 

    “Um,” Christine blushed. “Can. Can you all tie me up tonight, just in case? I’d feel… I’d feel a lot better. There’s no sense taking any chances.”

    “That would kinda go against the point, wouldn’t it?” Rebecca frowned.

    “I’d really like it if you could,” Christine said. “I’d feel so much better. Please? I—I want to earn all of the trust back, bit by bit. Until we’re all sure.”

    “Brian?” Rebecca asked. “What do you think?”

    “I want to have sex!” Stephanie blurted out, doing another little hop. “Can we? I know it’s late, but—”

    “Steph, careful,” Kelly settled her hands on Stephanie’s shoulders. “You’re feeling a lot of feelings, right now.”

    “I am!” Stephanie agreed in a chipper voice, ducking in to plant a kiss on Kelly’s lips. “I really am. Hehehe!”

    “We can tie Christine up for tonight, yeah,” Brian answered. “Probably safe, but. Yeah, why take chances?”

    “Can she watch us?!” Stephanie asked. “I want her to watch. Can she watch us fuck? Hehehehe—!”

    “Calm down, Sunshine,” Kelly said in a gentle voice, holding Stephanie steady. “Calm, calm, calm. It’s just feelings bleeding over. It’s okay. You’re okay. Come back down, a bit.”

    “I—I know,” Stephanie stammered, struggling to contain herself. “Yeah, I know. Just—it’s a lot. It’s so much! We don’t actually have to have sex, if everyone’s tired. But, we can, if anyone wants to? It’s a—you know. It’s an option? Brian?”

    “How about we get settled in for the night, and I can finger you,” Brian proposed. “To help you get to sleep.”

    “MmmMMmm,” Stephanie danced from foot to foot. “Can Christine watch? I think she should watch. You, don’t you want to have sex? We can, we can uh, we can boink. Hehehe! Real quick. If you want to. A um, a quickie! That’s a thing, we’ve never done that before! Do you want to have sex?! And, Christine can watch!”

    “She really wants to uh, christen the Christine,” Emily said in a dry voice. “Looks like?”

    “Brought out all the alpha bitch she was hiding,” Kelly teased. “C’mon, Stephie. Calm, calm. Bring it down another notch or two. Brian probably doesn’t want his ex sitting there watching you boink.”

    “I’m okay!” Stephanie promised. “Sorry. I’m okay. I’m okay with whatever. Everything’s cool. I’m rad. Hey—I love you.”

    “Love you too, Sunshine.”

    “She seems even more worked up than Christine is?” Rebecca observed. “What does that mean?”

    “Sorry, I’m just, um, I’m so happy,” Christine admitted with a giddy smile. “I—I don’t know what else to say. I can’t even think. It might be, um, how I am, it’s maybe… affecting her.”

    “Just a bit, yeah,” Kelly said in a dry voice. “Maybe a tiny bit.”

    “Okay, um—well, wrist braces, then lots of tape!” Rebecca clapped her hands together. “We’ll sort the rest out after that. It’s super late. Brian, you’re with Stephanie in the big tent—I think Kelly and Emily are sharing the small one. After I get Christine all trussed up—are we putting her in the cabin?”

    “She can be in the big tent, with us,” Stephanie said. “Brian? What do you think?”

    “Easy Steph, easy,” Kelly patted the girl on the back. “Why don’t we give Brian some time to like, come to terms with all of this bullshit magic nonsense. Just a little bit ago, Chloe was all trying to rip his head off.”

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/// May make additional edit passes to trim off redundancies or add a bit more detail to other areas. Been a while since we went this deep into metaphors, but I feel like this section needed to be a certain flavor of overwhelming.

Will fix links and update guide page later, I've been in writing/editing mode for six hours and it's time for breakfast/lunch.