58: Party (18+)
People seemed to be staring at Nima as she walked down the street. That was fine. She was used to people looking at her- hair as vibrant and colourful as hers tended to draw attention. Nima simply kept her eyes forward as she strolled, searching the fronts of the dorm buildings until she found the one with the “8” on it. She had to sidestep a little bit to squeeze through the doorframe and make sure her branches didn’t snag on anything, but eventually she was through. Again, with no small number of spectators.
Fabric leaves rustled with each step up the stairs, and Nima readjusted the cylindrical shell wrapped around her torso. The bottom was open for her legs clad in white pants, so the girl could walk, and holes were cut into the shell so her arms were free. The shell itself was rough and misshapen by intent, with many outreaching wooden branches topped with pale cloth leaves. Just to double-check, Nima awkwardly reached her hands up to make sure her shorter hair was still tucked neatly into a bun, and the leafy flower crown was still nestled on her head. Good.
The second floor passed. Then the third. When Nima opened the door to the fourth floor hallway, she was greeted by the sight of a makeshift desk right in the middle of the hallway, full of open doors emanating noises of conversation and even what sounded like screams. Obviously, some people chose scarier costumes. The desk, however, was attended by two individuals that looked up at the new arrival. They didn’t appear to be wearing costumes- at least not obvious ones. Instead, their clothing were simple button-up shirts and casual pants. Their faces were adorned with furrowed eyebrows and slightly cocked heads.
That was… confusion, right? Nima cleared her throat.
“I’m a birch tree. What are your costumes supposed to be?”
The male of the two simply let out an “uhh… what?”
“For the costume party,” Nima clarified. “If you two are the greeters for the costume party, then surely that means you’re wearing costumes. I’m unfamiliar with what you’re dressing up as, though, so I would like some insight.”
“This… this isn’t-” the girl began, Before she could finish, a figure stepped out from the open door of one of the nearby rooms that caused Nima’s eyes to widen. After all, being completely naked was a bold costume choice, but hardly an inventive one. Breasts, abs, muscles and legs were on open display as the brunette stepped out of the room.
“Hey, are we allowed to close the door if we want to have a bit of a private sessi-... what the fuck?”
When the naked girl’s eyes locked onto Nima, the tree responded flatly. “I’m a birch tree. Being naked isn’t much of a costume.”
All three of the people simply looked at each other for a quiet moment, starting to leave Nima confused. Thankfully, the door to the stairwell opened behind her with a familiar voice. “Uhh… Nima?”
The tree turned around. “Alexandra. Nice to see that you made it. What are you dressed up as?”
The Knight was, like the people at the desk, wearing a simple shirt and even simpler pants. How was Nima supposed to guess their costumes when they put so little effort to the point it was indistinguishable from normal clothing? Alexandra’s eyes scanned up and down. “You’re a tree.”
“A birch tree,” Nima corrected, then turned back around to the attendants and the naked girl. “See, she gets it. How could you not figure it out?”
The naked girl blinked a few times, said nothing, then turned back into the room and stepped out of sight. That left Nima and Alexandra alone with the attendants in the hallway. Alexandra let out a short cough.
“So… she really did tell you it was a costume party, huh?”
Nima turned back around to face Alexandra. “Yes, that’s what Meghan said.”
The Knight sighed. “Nima, this isn’t a costume party. It’s a… an orgy.”
“Pardon?”
“Meghan lied to you, Nima.” Alexandra said. “This is an orgy, but she told you it was a costume party to mess with you.”
Nima’s face fell flat. “Oh. I see.” After a few moments of quiet contemplation, Nima furrowed her brow. “Why would she do that? That mean!”
Alexandra shrugged. “I dunno, call it a prank.”
Nima bit the inside of her cheek. A prank. Meghan lied about the context of this party to try and humiliate her. Now, she was here, at an orgy of all places, looking like forest flora. Nima sighed.
“Very well. If I will be attending this orgy, I suppose I may as well indulge in the proper uniform for such.” She looked up to the attendants. “I assume given the nature of this gathering that there is somewhere for us to store our clothing until we choose to leave?”
The female attendant, who looked like she was either holding back a sneeze or trying not to laugh (Nima had a difficult time telling those two apart), pointed. “The room just to your left. Pick a hanger and put your clothes on it. You can, uhh… you can probably put your tree on the bed.”
“Thank you,” Nima nodded. However, Alexandra seemed to raise an eyebrow.
“Wait, you’re staying?”
“Is that a surprise? I was invited to this event- even if it was under false pretenses. I also have no other plans for tonight, and I am decidedly curious as to what an event like this would be like.”
Alexandra blinked. “You… do know what an orgy is, right?”
Okay, that got on Nima’s nerves. She frowned and straightened her gaze onto the Knight, who actually flinched.
“I know exactly what an orgy is, and it’s quite rude for you to immediately assume that I don’t. To assuage further assumptions, I am also not a virgin. Just because I have difficulties understanding others doesn’t mean I haven’t partaken in sexual relationships. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to take off my tree.”
Nima snickered internally, but noticed that none of the other three were laughing at her joke. Once again, she couldn’t imagine why. No matter how funny the joke she said, nobody ever laughed. Perhaps they didn’t understand it. Shame. Nobody ever did- even when she tried to explain. Gods, nobody seemed to have a proper sense of humour anymore. Resigning to her fate, Nima turned and stepped into the clothing room.
It was simply the first bedroom of the floor, but makeshift clothes bars were stood up throughout, each with dozens of hangers adorned with many different clothes. Bags and purses were on other hangers, some were sitting on either of the beds, and there was even a full greatsword leaning against the nightstand. Why someone would bring a weapon to an orgy was a mystery, but Nima could admire the practicality of being armed when they would logically be the most vulnerable. However, her eyes flicked to a familiar set of clothing. A simple tank top and a pair of pajama bottoms, along with flip-flops all on the same hanger. The exact clothing that Meghan had been wearing earlier in the day. Taking a closer look revealed a single, pale ginger hair clinging to the shoulder of the top, all but confirming that the owner was the same individual who sought to ‘prank’ Nima.
Nima smiled to herself as she grabbed the hanger with Meghan’s clothes, briefly took the greatsword, then stepped over to the window. It opened easily enough and within a moment, a spectral duplication of the borrowed blade in her grip materialized just outside, hovering in the air. Nima had only ever really used Arcane Assault for combat scenarios, but having access to a floating object she could control at will was more than handy enough for something like this.
A hook of the hanger onto the hilt of the spectral sword, then a mental guiding of it upwards. And upwards. And upwards. When it vanished past the lip of the roof, Nima imagined it sliding a bit further back, then gently resting down on the shingles before dematerializing. A single second of waiting revealed that Meghan’s clothes did not fall off the roof, meaning they were sufficiently stuck up there for the time being. Nima smiled to herself, closed the window, then set the greatsword back down exactly where it was just as Alexandra entered the room. Almost instantly, the girl’s brow furrowed.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile.”
“What can I say?” Nima said. “I’m intrigued by the opportunities that will arise from this event.”
Nima herself couldn’t even fully hold back her laughter from that one. A chuckle passed her lips, to which Alexandra cocked her head. “What’s so funny?”
The rainbow-haired girl had to keep herself from sighing out loud. Maybe she had to start dumbing these jokes down just so people understood them. Hmm, but then they wouldn’t be nearly as good anymore. It was a dilemma with a bladed edge.
Gah, sometimes it really was a curse to be the funniest person in the room.
Meg let her head hang off the edge of the bed enough to straighten her throat out, which greatly aided in the efforts of the meaty shaft plunging forward. Every time it eased off, Meg whistled a quick breath of air through her nose until the dick pushed back inside with a ‘glurg-glurg-glurg’ of Meg’s throat and a pair of testicles dragging over the blindfold. In fact, she wasn’t entirely sure who was sheathing themselves in her esophagus, or even their gender.
If she tried to look and see whether it was a guy or a futa reaming out her throat, opening her eyes would show nothing other than the underside of the pelvis she was gobbling. And that would be if the blindfold was taken off. Truthfully, it didn’t really matter much. Even if girls were so, so much hotter than guys, a dick was a dick. Part of her wanted to keep the blindfold on specifically for that reason. As long as she never saw them, Meg could imagine in her mind’s eye that it was a hot, tall, sexy, athletic futa that was massaging her small tits with both hands and plunging her throat full of dick. Even despite that, being blindfolded and laid out on a bed for anyone to come in and use was beyond hot. She’d had more than a few wet dreams about scenarios just like this, and now those dreams were coming true.
Meg smiled around the dick and continued focusing on keeping her throat open to allow the invasion despite the pleasures wracking her body. After all, a molestation of her chest from her throat-fucker wasn’t the only thing happening.
Meg’s legs were bent at the knees, feet up on the bed and thighs spread wide to make plenty of space for the unseen figure with their face buried in Meg’s sex. Unlike the individual blocking her airway who was making little noise other than errant breathing, the person between her legs was being quite vocal. That in turn made it clear that it was a girl slurping the fresh load of cum out from Meg’s pussy.
“Mmm, there’s so much!” She giggled. “The party’s barely started! How many people have you taken already?”
Obviously, Meg couldn’t respond with words, so she opted to hold up four fingers. Well, that answer was both true and false. She’d had four different people fuck her, but three of them had second rounds. Five of those loads had been creampies, and the last two were plastered over her thighs and stomach to leave a creamy sheen. Then, of course, there were the half-dozen or so throatfucks in the meantime leaving her mouth tangy with the residual taste of spunk and cheeks glazed with seed. In fact, Meg’s current face-visitor had quite literally just been between her legs, wordlessly thrusting away and leaving behind a creamy treat for the random girl to slurp, before walking around the bed and having a second round with the redhead’s throat.
But holding up four fingers was SO much easier than trying to explain all of that with crude hand gestures. The girl laughed, a sweet sound in the room, and gently caressed her hands along Meg’s thighs before planting a kiss right on the center of the flowering, well-fucked folds.
“Well, you’re obviously here to make the most of every minute, if you’ve already had this much excitement. I hope you don’t mind if I stay here for a bit- you taste delicious.”
Meg simply gave an eager thumbs-up towards her unseen benefactor, then returned her hands to gripping the bedsheets beside her as the tongue slipped back into her pussy. Fuck- this girl was pretty good at that. Meg didn’t have much of an opportunity to dwell on it though, when the hands pawing at her chest became firmer and a new, feminine voice from directly above her husked out.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
First, Meg was grateful for that. The last two didn’t give such a warning, so Meg wasn’t able to prepare before they held themselves down to start blasting deep behind her tonsils. Now, she could make sure to at least try and cycle a deep breath before they fully clogged her airway with dick.
Second, those four words let Meg know that the person above her was not only a futa like she hoped, but one even more specific than that. Meg had already thought that the slightly-larger-than-average shaft invading her esophagus was familiar. She had to keep herself from chuckling- if she laughed right now she’d choke.
Meg made sure to lick and slurp Claire’s shaft as much as she could when it buried itself deep- fully opening her throat to the girl’s administrations. Meg even reached up with both hands and grabbed hold of Claire’s ass, pulling her deeper (and copping a feel) while the shaft began throbbing. Gods, Claire’s butt was so soft and squishy. It was fun to squeeze, especially as the taller girl’s hands gripped a little tighter onto Meg’s diminutive chest and shuddering breaths could be heard.
Whether it was coincidence that the girl down below backed off her eating-out during this time, or intentional to help let Meg maintain her focus, Meg wasn’t sure. Either way, it simply meant that the tongue between Meg’s legs ceased and left a tantalizing tingle of need while Meg swallowed rope after rope of her teammate’s spunk. To be fair, though, Meg doubted she’d be able to keep from choking on dick if she was actively in her climax, and that would ruin the experience. So, a small reprieve was more than welcome during the time that Claire was hilted in Meg’s airway.
One rope. Two. Three. Four. Four and a half. Four and three quarters…
Claire’s climax tapered off quickly, leaving behind a load that was noticeably smaller than the one she had just pumped into Meg’s pussy barely five minutes ago, but Meg adored it all the same. Even when the last throbs failed to yield anything more than a few leaky drops, Meg kept slurping as much as she could, gleefully squeezing a cute butt the entire time. Eventually, she grabbed a little tighter on those cheeks and used them to pull Claire backwards. One inch, then two, then then a third as Meg’s throat was abandoned. She took a greedy breath through her nose, smiled, and moved one hand around to grab the base of Claire’s cock while Meg went to work on giving it a spit-shine cleaning job. She even gave the cockhead a sweet little kiss when it fully retreated, than giggled upwards.
“You know, Claire, I thought we were supposed to try fucking other people tonight.”
“Sorry,” came the meek reply. “I just… I saw you like this in the room and I couldn’t help it.”
“Well, I most definitely am not complaining.” Meg grinned, gave a long lick right from Claire’s base to her tip, pressed a second kiss into the member, and even used the hand still wrapped around it to slap it gently on her own face a bit. “You’ve got a nice dick, after all. And you,”
Meg reached down blindly until fingers curled into the soft hair of whoever was between her legs, who had since returned their tongue to delightful administrations and even slipped a manicured finger inside while another played around her clit to send tingles. “Please, for the love of the gods, keep doing exactly that. Fuck, that’s good.”
The licker responded with nothing more than a little giggle. Meg shuffled just a teeny bit downwards so that her head was no longer hanging off the edge of the bed and instead resting on it, then relaxed into the mattress while she was skillfully eaten out. Claire spoke a few seconds later. “I’m… I’ll go check the other rooms.”
Meg laughed. “Go ahead. Again, kind of the point of us coming here, but I’ll always enjoy another chance with your dick.”
Meg heard Claire start to walk away from the bed, but then abruptly stop right in front of the door. “Oh- Alex. Uhh… hi?”
Welp, the blindfold was fun while it lasted. Meg quickly reached up and pushed the fabric onto her forehead so she could see, then glanced around. She couldn’t see much of the girl between her legs aside from a head full of dark brown hair Meg could confirm was very soft, and a pair of brown eyes twinkling back up at her amidst a sea of freckles. Cute. Anyway, Meg’s attention went to the open doorway where-
Holy fuck.
That was a big dick.
Pivoting her eyes up the lean, toned body, Meg could indeed confirm that the girthy monster hanging between a pair of thighs did indeed belong to the tank of their party. Honestly, that was fair. If anyone in a group deserved to have a schlong like that, it was probably the person that was willing to be the communal punching bag. Meg idly licked her lips, but also couldn’t help but direct her attention just behind Alex’s slab of beef to the other hanging sausage.
The skin was noticeably darker in colouration- like she had been washed in a bath of caramel. Though her dick was smaller than Alex’s, (which wasn’t saying much- pretty much any dick was smaller than Alex’s) Nima was still packing something. A bit longer than average, and it had some respectable girth. Actually very similar to Claire, who was also now in view. Three above-average dicks belonging to three naked, hot, athletic teammates, all nicely framed in Meg’s vision for her to remember forever. Of course, something else caught Meg’s eye.
“Is that a flower crown?”
Nima nodded, a band of leaves and simple-looking flowers nestled on the multicoloured bun of her hair. “Yes. It was a part of my costume, but I actually quite like it. It makes me feel… dignified.”
Meg grinned. “And you didn’t come in here to show me your costume? Tssk tssk, how rude.” She returned her hands to the scalp of her lower lover, enjoying the way her silky hair felt between her fingers. “Fuck- I’ve gotta ask. Where can I get your shampoo? Your hair is so fucking soft.”
The girl smiled and pulled her mouth away from Meg’s snatch just long enough to answer. “Shop number five on the Alchemist floor of the Hub. Jacob’s a higher level so he’s got great stuff, but it’s a little pricey.”
“Gahh, dammit. Well, thanks for letting me play with your hair.”
“My pleasure…” the girl purred, then buried her nose back into Meg’s pelvis while a tongue returned to its previous task. Meg let out a satisfied breath, then glanced back to the Knight and the Spellblade both openly staring at her. Claire had since slipped out of the room and disappeared. She grinned.
“Look as long as you like- I know I’m hot. But the sight would be even better with your dick in my mouth.”
Alex’s face started to turn a darker shade. “Uhh, which one of us are you talking to?”
“Whoever gets to my throat first,” Meg said. “Though, the other would probably get first crack at my pussy once my little helper here is finished cleaning me up, so going second wouldn’t be too bad, either.”
Nima and Alex looked at each other for a moment. Nima did seem oddly curious (which was more emotion than Meg had ever seen on Rainbow’s face), and Alex was starting to imitate the colour palette of a strawberry. Neither moved. Meg rolled her eyes with a smile.
“Fine, I guess I’ll choose for you. Alex, you’ve got a massive dick so I want to suck it first. C’mere, big girl.”
The Knight obeyed, shuffling into the room and awkwardly stepping beside the bed. Meg scooched backwards, her unnamed friend between her legs moving with her, until Meg’s head was once again hanging off the edge. She reached up and took hold of Alex’s meat with both hands, instinctively letting out a bit of a giggle.
“Oh yeah, now this is what I call team bonding.”
Of course, Nima chirped up. “We’ve had numerous meals together. Is that not ‘team bonding’?”
Meg glared over with an annoyed smile. “It is, but this is a lot more fun. Plus, it’s also a bit of an experiment.”
“How so?”
“Simple,” Meg chuckled. “I don’t have a gag reflex, but…” She hefted the heavy slab of dick in her hands, then let it rest down on her face. It went from her forehead all the way to her chin. Absolute monster. Eris and Jaxie had been keeping this for themselves? Meg would scold them both the first chance she got and inform them about a little concept called ‘sharing’.
“Something tells me that we’re about to find it.”