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   “Err…” Brian said uneasily, looking from Melanie’s puppy-dog-eyes expression to Emily’s teasing smile and back again.

   “Bzzztt!” Jordyn tsked. “Your affinity with this character is not high enough. Please raise your affection score and try again.”

   “Aww—did I lose?” Melanie giggled.

   Did that girl just have her hand down in her…? Brian tried not to do a double-take or overtly stare. Must have been seeing things? Damn, everything I look at seems lewd all of the sudden.

   “You lose, Melaneko,” Jordyn teased. “Sorry.”

   “Venture forth and collect ten weeaboo pelts for us, you’ll have earned our trust!” Emily whispered over to them in a conspiratorial voice.

   “Ten weeaboo pelts?!” Melanie laughed.

   “Ooh, the otome game takes an RPG turn?” Jordyn grinned. “Do Melaneko and I count as bein’ in the same party for this quest?”

   “Weeaboo pelts? I don’t want weeaboo pelts,” Brian griped under his breath. “They stretch out too much, and it’s impossible to get the smell out…”

   Stephanie had been doing well keeping a straight face until that one, and she let out a small snort of laughter before quickly covering her face in embarrassment. 

   “Furry tails?” Emily proposed. “Collect ten furry tails for a reward?”

   “Easy money,” Jordyn chuckled. “I know which room the big yiff party’s in, this year. We could run over right now for furry fun time and bring back a full dozen furries for ya, no problemo!”

   “Those smell the same as weeaboo pelts!” Brian complained with a wry smile. “Maybe even worse?”

   “Pssh,” Jordyn scoffed with a playful look. “I can see that there’s just no pleasing you. Hmph!”

   “Wait! I’ve got it,” Emily drew her hand away from Brian’s crotch so that she could smack her fist into her opposite palm as if having a eureka moment. “Pantsu. Bring us. Ten pairs of pantsu.”

   “Pantsu?!” Jordyn grinned. “No way, ten pairs of pantsu are worth waaay more than ten weeaboo pelts. Major market value difference, there.”

   “What’s a pantsu?” Melanie whispered.

   “They’re like women’s undergarments... but when you wear them on your head, they become the august crown of the Hentai King!” Emily whispered back. “Nothing says regal like—”

   “Pantsu just means panties,” Jordyn explained, rolling her eyes. “Ten’s way too high, though! How ‘bout... one pair of panties?”

   “Seven pairs,” Emily negotiated, holding up eight fingers for a moment before realizing it and hurriedly lowering one.

   “...Two pairs?” Jordyn offered. “There’s two of us, so two pairs—that’s fair. Right?”

   “No way,” Emily chuckled. “You could just cheat and each use your own panties.”

   “How’s that cheating?!” Jordyn protested with an indignant laugh. “Besides, I can’t—I’m not wearing anything under this. Didn’t want a panty line to show through.”

   Brian couldn’t help but steal a quick glance at the seated girl’s incredibly sexy blue bodysuit as she revealed that fact, and he wasn’t the only one to do so. Both Melanie, Emily, Stephanie, and even one of the girls sitting in front of them gawked, and Jordyn fidgeted with a sheepish smile beneath the sudden scrutiny, discreetly adjusting the form-fitting fabric that was snug about her thighs.

   “...Okay then, that’s fair,” Emily snickered in a whisper. “You guys bring us two pairs of panties, and we give you magic hair. Fair deal?”

   “Why’re you making me out to be some kind of pervert?” Brian whispered in exasperation. “What makes you think I want to collect panties?”

   “Well, do you?” Emily challenged.

   “I don’t have to answer tha—” Brian retorted with a playful huff, shaking his head. “You know what? I’m not even gonna dignify that with a response.”

   “Bruh,” Jordyn teased.

   “Uh-huh, real convincing,” Emily smirked.

   “I, um… I already gave Brian my panties last night,” Stephanie revealed in a shy voice.

   This time, everyone looked over at Stephanie—including all three girls seated in front of them, apparently no longer able to pretend they weren’t listening in on the conversation. Stephanie shifted in her seat and grabbed the skirt of her gijinka dress in both hands to ensure it was properly covering her lap... but the sight of those naked, slender thighs of hers as she cutely clamped her knees together was incredibly erotic.

   “You’re not wearing panties?!” Melanie asked, leaning forward to look past Jordyn at the girl.

   “She said she gave him her panties last night,” Jordyn smirked. “I’m sure she put new ones on—right?”

   “Umm…” Stephanie blushed.

   “Yeah, about that…” Emily giggled, likewise fidgeting in her seat and trying to cover herself with the hem of her yukata.

   “No way,” Jordyn retorted in a hushed voice, giving them a playful look of astonishment. “Really—both of you?!”

   “Well, duh!” Emily whispered in embarrassment. “Both of us have magic hair already— obviously we already completed the quest. Kelly did, too.”

   “Would you quit tryin’ to turn this into an actual quest?” Brian laughed as quietly as he could. “I can’t give everybody magic hair—there’s no such thing as magic hair, and do you realize what I’d even have to do to make that happen?”

   “What do you have to do?” Jordyn asked, arching an eyebrow.

   “It involves a little bit of tongue…” Emily giggled.

   “That’s… probably not true,” Brian protested. “Not exactly? We don’t exactly know what—”

   “No, it is true,” Stephanie spoke up with a blush. “It does involve Brian’s tongue.”

   “Um,” Jordyn’s eyes wandered up and down Brian’s figure. “Well, am I allowed to run back to my hotel room real quick?”

   “No way!” Emily refused with a laugh. “You gotta find ‘em here at the convention. It’s like—it’s like a scavenger hunt!”

   “A scavenger hunt,” Jordyn laughed. “A scavenger hunt, for perverts. What, we’ve gotta go around asking girls for their panties?”

   “That actually sounds super fun!” Melanie whispered, nudging Jordyn’s arm in encouragement. “Like—can we?”

   “Alright, I’m in!” Jordyn agreed, holding out her hand past Brian to shake with Emily. “Be right back, hah ha. You guys gonna wait for us here?”

   “Awesome!” Emily enthusiastically shook Jordyn’s hand to seal the deal. “Uhh actually though, I think maybe find us at the rave later on? We’re probably gonna walk around and see things.”

   “Cool, cool,” Jordyn grinned, rising up out of her chair. “See you guys there.”

   “Wait, are you serious?” Brian asked.

   “What can I say?” Jordyn gave him a playful wink and took Melanie’s hand to pull her along. “It does sound like fun.”

   Both girls had to sidle past Brian to slip out of their row of seats and get to the aisle, and as Jordyn stepped in front of him, she gave her butt a bit of a teasing wiggle. Right in front of his eyes, the tapering lines of the blue-clad beauty’s rather svelte waist blossomed out into wide hips—Jordyn had an absolutely outstanding figure. The costume Null-suit fit so mouth-wateringly tight to conform to the shape of her plush rear end that the girl’s lovely curves seemed to strain the seams of her outfit.

   He couldn’t help but feel that the remaining portion of his own cosplay was straining at its own seams, growing uncomfortably tight at the sight.

   Then she stepped on, and Melanie followed after her, edging through the narrow space right in front of him. The cheery, somewhat air-headed girl didn’t seem to be paying much attention as she slowly squeezed past, and she was facing him instead of turned the other way as Jordyn had been. The tee the teenager was wearing was at least a size too small for her, with a large, subtly bouncing bust that pulled the shirt’s hem up to reveal pale, naked navel and a bit more. It was very obvious this close up that her short white shorts were both unbuttoned and unzipped, and Brian couldn’t help but stare in surprise at the unexpected glimpse of her panties, practically right there in his face.

   Possibly a preview? No no, she’s not going to—uh, they’re not ACTUALLY going to…uh. Brian blinked in a distracted way. Is that… was she masturbating in here, while watching the hentai? Before we came in? No way, right?

   A glance towards Emily confirmed that she’d definitely caught the sight as well, and her face quickly bloomed into a naughty grin. The Latina’s hand wandered back down to rest on Brian’s thigh in a suggestive way, and his pants seemed to tighten even further in response. They watched Jordyn and Melanie get the rest of the way down the row, and out into the aisle. Both girls snuck a peek back at Brian’s group, revealed cheeky smiles, and then skipped out of the panel room.

   I… guess it’s just as surreal as everything else that’s happened this weekend.

   The hentai being projected up on the screen had since then arrived at another sex scene, this time a side-view of the improbably-buxom school girl with bright blue hair attempting to cram what must have been several feet of giant penis the whole way down her throat. Her voice was still perfectly audible and the subtitles continued to appear, but it was a little unclear whether or not she was actually still speaking while her entire esophagus was bulging as she did her sword-swallowing act. The lewd squelching noises of her noisily fellating him filled the panel room as the anime girl eagerly choked herself on the cock, and Emily gave Brian’s thigh a squeeze.

   “Briiiaaan,” She purred softly into his ear. “You’re not mad at me, right?”

   “Mad about what?” Brian asked, leaning in her direction a bit.

   “Making promises to cute girls…” Emily said in a low, husky voice.

   Feeling her blowing a breath across his skin, and then her playfully pursing her lips against his neck was incredibly distracting. Emily nibbled and suckled slowly, teasingly, and her hand on his thigh began to wander. Then her tongue flashed out just behind his ear, and she pulled his earlobe into her mouth for a tiny bite, gently pinching it between her teeth.

   “You… uh, you realize I don’t actually know how the hair thing is happening though, right?” Brian swallowed, looking down to watch as Emily’s hand grabbed the bulge of his dancer’s belt, gripping it tightly through the fabric of his lower bodysuit. “Um, no idea if I’d be able to give them colors in their hair without—”

   “You have… some idea,” Emily teased, giving his neck another wet kiss, working her lips against him. “Don’t you?”

   “Uhhh,” Brian began. “But, is that…?”

   “Hey, Stephanie?” Emily abruptly turned to the blushing pink-haired girl sitting next to her. “Can you… keep an eye out? I think I—I think dropped my purse.”

   Before that nagging voice of rationality in the back of his mind could speak up with a lame but Emily, you didn’t BRING a purse, Emily slid down out of her seat. Carefully creeping forward on her knees, she pushed Brian’s legs wide apart and scooted forward to position herself between them. It was dark in the hentai viewing room, but not that dark, and he could make out a very interesting expression on Emily’s face.

   She was wearing a meek smile, a little similar to one he remembered from several years ago during a truth or dare game when she’d been dared to eat a cookie out of his lap. This time, however, there was a certain flushed color to her cheeks, an added provocative gleam in her eyes. Emily traced her fingertips through his lap, defining the outline of the dancer’s belt he wore that prevented his very erect dick from tenting his costume.

   When Brian put his hands over hers, he was unsure himself if he was cautioning her to stop... or encouraging her onward. Emily giggled silently in response, looked up at him with a doting smile, and then leaned down over him to kiss his knuckles. One by one, she sucked Brian’s fingers into her mouth, played her tongue around them, and then released them with a barely audible pop.

   Emily, you kinky little fucking punk— Brian thought, fighting to not twist and buck his hips from the seat.

   With a blissful smile of both yearning adoration and overwhelming lust, Emily pulled his last finger out of her mouth and then took him by both wrists, directing him to run his hands through her shaggy blue pixie-cut. Her own eager fingers then grabbed at the waist-line of his Darkmask bodysuit pants, and Emily tugged them down until Brian’s cock sprung out and into her face, the meaty thing gently smacking her from her lips at the base all the way up to tickle against the shaggy blue bangs scattered across her brow.

   “Hhmmm hah hah haaa,” Emily let out a quiet laugh of triumph, nuzzling her nose back and forth against it.

   Emily—hnngg. Jesus— 

   Almost not registering that Stephanie was hooking her arm through his and huddling closer—probably to help prevent what was going on in his lap from being seen by those across the room—Brian shuddered. He let go of Emily’s head in surprise, but the girl on her knees before him quickly recaptured them and put them back where she wanted them— holding her head, his fingers combed through her blue hair.

   Uh, okay. Yeah… I guess if we’re real quiet we can— 

   Emily slowly kissed the swollen crown of his hard-on, and it twitched in response, pulsed with anticipation. The cockhead surged with excitement, standing up even stiffer to partially part her lips. Brian could feel but not hear Emily’s quiet hum of approval, and then the Latina kissed him again, slurped him, and the hot and wet sensation of the inside of her mouth was heavenly. Thoughts of jerking his hips off of the chair and frantically fucking her face began to fill his mind, and it was easier and easier to forget where he was right now.

   As if reading his mind, Emily gave his wrists an encouraging tap, and then she reached back around his waist to grip the back of his chair on either side—holding on tight to prepare for what might be a rough ride.

   Okay… okay this is probably too much. Right? Brian struggled to control his breathing, and turned his head towards Stephanie in desperation. Steph’s our impartial— HNNNGG, uh, she’s a—she’s the voice of reason, here, right? She’ll be able to reign us in a bit, when we—

   Stephanie’s hands grasped Brian’s cheek and her tongue was invading his mouth before Brian managed to clear his senses. His body knew her, his body welcomed her, and he was all of the sudden returning her kiss in a lurid exchange of swapping saliva and Steph’s small, whimpering gasps. Without realizing what he was doing, Brian’s hips rocked, and he was practically shoving Emily down on his cock.

*     *     *

   What the fuuuck—?

   Emily’s legs trembled and her knees slid a few inches further apart on the carpeting of the dark hentai screening room. She was choking, her gag reflex frantically constricting her throat around the improbable amount of cock she’d foolishly attempted to swallow. Her eyes were watering, her head bucked against Brian’s grip in growing panic—and she had a tiny orgasm.

   Uhhh… am I really actually kind of fucked up?

   She pushed back against Brian’s firm hold, and he finally seemed to realize she couldn’t breathe and yanked his hands back and allowed her to pull back and let the massive plinth of dickmeat slide back out of her. Emily let out a choked sputter and coughed a thick strand of saliva back onto his glistening penis as she struggled to draw in breath.

   “Emily, I—” Brian started to whisper.

   Before he could do something vexing like try to apologize, Emily plunged back down on him, cramming as much of his erection down her esophagus as she could. It felt even worse this time. Her throat immediately closed up, the passage feeling so uncomfortably stuffed that she imagined her neck was distending outwards around the phallus she was taking in. She orgasmed again, another tiny, somehow twinging one very unlike the climaxes she usually pushed herself towards during masturbation.

   Her body screamed for oxygen as she stubbornly held herself there, resisting Brian’s confused attempts to dislodge her. The river of blue in her mind was flowing strong, had been all night, and it was easy to lose herself in it—but she searched, mentally swimming and swirling after the peculiar sensation that felt so near. It was like a tiny eddy of current that formed, blue that spun into a cute little whirlpool where she least expected it. When she found it again, she slipped through it and immediately felt the pang of another little gasm. 

   That’s it! It’s a gasm, Emily decided in a semi-delirious daze. Not quite an orgasm, definitely not just a spasm. Gasm; it’s a gasm.

   “Hold on, Emily, just—” Brian hissed out in a low voice. “Stop, stop for a second, you’re…”

   Brian tapped the top of her head in warning, leaned in and tried to push her back by the shoulders, and then gently slapped her cheek. It was the slap that snapped her back to awareness. Even his palm just lightly landing across her face was a very not-normal-Brian thing to do, and it seemed to turn her on so much that Emily’s water flow whirled into several tiny new little vortexes. Ohhhh THAT’S what those are.

   “Um!” Stephanie interjected in a hushed voice. “We should, ah—people are looking in this direction! We should maybe go before we get in trouble?”

   Allowing herself to be removed from his dick, she again coughed in relief, spitting messy saliva down her chin and across Brian’s lap as she grabbed at her throat. She watched with disappointment as he awkwardly jammed his schlong back beneath the dancer’s belt within his bodysuit pants and stood. He helped guide her up to her feet, with Stephanie helpfully adjusting Emily’s yukata to properly cover herself, and then they were suddenly leaving.

   Still riding a giddy blue rush of excitement, Emily felt like she was floating, like her feet were barely touching the ground as they made their escape. The girls seated in front of them had at some point all turned in their seats to watch them with wide eyes—the one girl’s mouth was even hanging open—and a few guys across the aisle were staring at them with huge grins. Rather than feeling any shame and embarrassment, Emily tottered along being pulled after Brian while simply feeling enormously pleased with herself. Projected up onto the screen, the ridiculously-proportioned anime girl’s head bobbed up and down in the guy’s lap while obscene sounds continued to play out.

   Outside the hentai screening room, they stepped past a staffer seated at the door to check IDs and into the bright, open, and empty convention center hallway.

   “Are you okay?” Brian asked, trying to discreetly reach down and adjust himself as they ambled down the hall together. “Emily… you can’t just… you know.”

   “Yes I can!” Emily beamed at him.

   “You were choking,” Brian countered, giving her a steady look of concern. “Emily—”

   “It was awful,” Emily admitted with a laugh, rubbing her throat. “Way worse than I thought it would be. And so much fucking better! I came twice. Or three times? Little cums, cute little cummies, they—”

   “Whoa, whoa,” Brian held up a hand. “We like, actually need to talk about this. Emily, I love you, but—”

   Emily almost stumbled, her stride faltering at his words as an uncontrollable smile bubbled up to the surface.

   “—I don’t ever want you hurting yourself doing that, or even making yourself uncomfortable doing that. Alright? Jesus, Emily. You don’t go from zero to deep-throat on like, your first try, that’s—”

   “Sorry,” Emily grinned. “I’m sorry, for not feeling even a little bit sorry. Not even a little bit! Brian, that was aweso—”

   “I’m just not real comfortable with it,” Brian said with a frown.

   Sobering up a little at the seriousness in his tone, Emily slowed to a stop. They were near the end of the hallway where it opened up into the AnimeCon lobby proper, and there were convention-goers wandering around here and there. No one else was nearby enough that they had to lower their voices, however, and Emily looked from Brian to Stephanie and back again.

   “Um,” Emily started, suddenly feeling extremely uneasy. I really did go way too fucking far, huh? Shit, I totally DID. They must think I’m this total whack-job, that’s— 

   “No, no! Bad Emily!” Stephanie made a cute face of frustration and bopped Emily on the nose with a fingertip. “It’s not like that. He’s, um, he’s not weirded out in that way, he’s just worried about you. Talk to him—talk to us. Please?”

   Emily stared at Stephanie in surprise. Holy fuck—she FELT where my thoughts were going?!

   “Yes,” Stephanie nodded in answer to that, too. “We’re right here with you.”

   You ARE, aren’t you? Emily realized. Right when it felt like the blue river she was getting caught up in might actually be taking her away from them and getting kind of dark… Stephanie was there like a guiding light, a comforting pink lamp burning patiently in the darkness. Oh my fucking God. Steph, you’re—Steph, I fucking love you.

   “Emily?” Brian asked.

   “Okay, uh, yeah,” Emily gave him a sheepish grin. “Sorry. I’m, um. I’m like, dialed up way past eleven, annnd I went too far. I really did. Do. Am. My head’s like, all drowning in sex stuff right now. Drowning.”

   “I’m, uh, I’m all keyed up too,” Brian glanced down at his dancer’s belt and was forced to slightly tuck his dick back down a bit. “Obviously. Teasing those other girls about bringing me panties, that was… I don’t know. Probably something we need to talk about, I’m super terrified that at any moment you’re all going to not be okay with the idea of, uh, of sharing me with each other, let alone random—”

   “You’re right, you’re right,” Emily quickly nodded. “That was, uh… even I didn’t really think it through. It just seemed hot at the moment.”

   “It was,” Stephanie agreed.

   “Blowing me in the middle of the hentai panel… was also crazy fucking hot,” Brian admitted. “Like, wow. I was definitely into that, way more than I’d have ever thought.”

   “Yeah?” Emily bounced up on the balls of her feet in excitement.

   “But, the second I realized you were gagging, my eleven dropped down to like, a three,” Brian explained. “Emily—that scared the shit out of me. The idea of you being uncomfortable, or hurting or anything immediately killed the moment for me.”

   “Oh,” Emily said, blinking. “Huh.”

   “Because he cares about you that much,” Stephanie prodded meaningfully. “Now you can, um, you can convey to us why it wasn’t like that at all for you, Emily. So that Brian understands.”

   “Right! Uh, yeah so first of all, like I said I’m way up past eleven,” Emily said, blushing furiously. “I’m at like, sixteen outta ten on the fucking aroused outta my mind scale. Literally dripping—you can check. Annnd, I’ve maybe fantasized about you choking me while you fuck me before, in the past? So, back there when I’m wondering how much I can fit in my mouth this first time…”

   Distracted, Emily dabbed at the inside of her leg and was rewarded with a slippery strand that clung to her fingertips. She fidgeted, dancing from foot to foot, and gave them an embarrassed smile.

   “Uh, so I never mentally connected deep-throating and the uh, the erotic asphyxiation thing in my head until it was all actually happening. It was like… you were strangling me intimately, from the inside. Just like, for starters. Also felt sooo good just trying to, um. To prove myself, prove how much you mean to me, how much I want to work to make you feel good. Like, I get this rush of satisfaction, as if you’re gonna pat me on the head afterwards and tell me what a good girl I am. Or, or, maybe you could just grunt and fuckin’ unload, pump all that warm cum right down my fucking throat and into my tummy? Okay please say something now I feel like even just explaining it out loud is turning me on too fucking much and I want to cum please please?”

   “Emily...” Brian growled, stepping closer.

   Emily shivered, and stepped back to press herself against the nearby wall of the hallway. His growl was menacing in a specifically sexual way, and her entire body flushed with heat at the threat. The muscles of her pelvic floor tensed and untensed involuntarily into the kegels she normally did while masturbating, and she felt a dewy driblet of lubrication ooze down her inner thigh again.

   “You’ve been a very good girl,” Brian continued.

   She couldn’t take her eyes off of him as he closed in on her, and turbulent coils of spiralling current twisted and yawed in every direction as she raked her fingers down the succulent perfection of Brian’s chiseled chest. The torrents of blue were moving too fast, too chaotically for Emily to navigate on her own, and there was a thrilling certainty in what was sure to happen if she let herself start to sink into any of these twisting whirlpools.

   “And, a very bad girl,” Brian finished in a husky voice, pressing her up against the wall and stealing her lips in a forceful kiss.

   Briiaa—an?!——?!?!!!———!!?————!!

   Only distantly aware that she was alternating between smacking her mostly-naked butt back into the wall and trying to hump and grind herself up against Brian’s body, Emily creamed herself. Her thoughts had completely capsized, and were tumbling now beneath turgid rapids, spun and flung from one churning blue slipstream to the next before she could orient herself into coherency. She whimpered past Brian’s invading tongue and into his mouth for mercy, or for more—she wasn’t sure which—and the juiciest orgasm yet began to ripple down her body, clapping against her shuddering figure like one crashing wave after another. 

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