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part 1: https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=1111392
mentioned only:
Parfait : https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=986923 (warning cub)
Lumina : https://inkbunny.net/submissionview.php?id=696557
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2 (immediately after part 1)
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There was something especially provocative in the way Taralyn climaxed; her mouth biting into air and small gasps escaping her throat before tensing up into one gentle spasm. Midian found himself lured, not entirely by her curvy and nude body or heaving breast that undulated with each deep thrust, but instead he stared, fixated, into her perpetually innocent facial features. She was damned blessed; her body a voluptuous trap of idyllic limbs and yet her face was a carving of charm and purity. Clearly whatever divine sculptor had made a flaw leaving her with a crescent mark on her chin, but everything else was so amazingly comforting. Perhaps, as Midian gazed, he was most drawn towards her buckteeth, something he found infinitely desirable. He supposed it was some sort of primal tribalism to attract to traits of his own species, such as very rabbit-like buck teeth, and privately, he was comfortable enough with that.
For Taralyn's sake, Midian was happy that she was not being completely ripped off in the sexual exchange of their bodies; Midian did harbor that ongoing anxiety regarding his former life as a fat child but all of that was clearly gone. The balance of fate had dealt him a hand and, in exchange for having been so chubby, he was virile; capable of keeping certain aspects of himself standing. He was grateful that, for their first time, he had lead her to completion and, gauging by her soft whimpers as she slowly had buried her face into the cushion of the couch, he sort of assumed she appreciated the same thing. The problem was, while he truly enjoyed the ride, he had never actually climaxed; years of highschool, college, work, writing books, and roommate-stress had built up to some kind of fireworks display that still sat behind some sort of floodgate. Yet, upon looking down at her quivering thighs, Midian could tell that Taralyn was down for the count.
"Sweetheart?" He muttered softly as he leaned up off her body.
"Mmm...?" She absently mumbled; her glassy eyes looking up toward him. Her look of content slowly disappearing as a wave of concern slipped over her face. "Did you.... umm... cum?"
Well that was naked and in the open. Midian could feel a warm blush across his cheeks and he searched long and hard, finding what he hoped was a sincere smile. It probably was not.
"Yeah," he lied through his teeth; almost hearing the impending questions of logistics coming his way. It was a sort of reflex to protect her feelings, he assumed... but it wasn't very believable.
Fortune smiled, and the look left her face as that tired content came back. "Good."
Oh. She believed it.
There was an almost tense pause and Midian felt heavy with guilt. It was like her eyes where hunting his face and every weird vulnerable thing was there. He could imagine, any second, her just stating: "You used to literally eat entire sleeves of Oreos. You actually showed your dick to a girl online before me. Plus, you had full sex with one other person and it was massively uncomfortable and rooted with problems--" it was as if their entire relationship might have been some weird joke. Fatty thinks he scored a hottie afterall and Midian knew he didn't deserve any of this.
"So, babe." Taralyn stretched and yawned; her afterglow being very casual. She lied in her pajama pants and bra; both articles of clothing barely attached to her body anymore. She delicately flicked them off of herself and moved in to snuggled with the still half-naked Midian. "I hope it was good for you."
"Y-yeah!" Midian gulped. "It was amazing and... and stuff."
Taralyn looked around her living room; that look of satisfaction slowly turning back to discomfort. She turned her head to face Midian once more. "Are you sure this doesn't bother you?"
"What?"
"This." she pointed at a crack in the wall. "And this." she pointed at another crack. "Don't even get me started on this." she redirected his attention to the weird gloryhole-looking hole near her window.
"W--"
"And it's not even just the status of my house!" she pushed herself up and sat upright. "It's me too! I don't want to be a charity case... I work a shitty job and I make shitty money and uuuugh!"
"T-Taralyn I uh..." Midian was silenced by a quick finger to his lips.
"Plus! Look at all those food stamps!" she pointed at her counter top. "I'm a mess... I have no idea how you haven't run away yet. Like, you're a college student and you're all smart with your straight As and junk... and you know what straight letters I got? Ds!"
"But--"
Taralyn sniffled loudly, cutting Midian off again, and fiddled with the tip of her tail. "Midian! You're like... writing a book. Me? I've never even read a dang book. I'm hopeless." her eyes started to redden and tear up. "I'm such an idiot that I still watch cartoons and--"
"Hey!" it was Midian's turn to interrupt Taralyn. "Don't make fun of cartoons. Cartoons are the shit."
Taralyn couldn't help but giggle in response. "Yeah... yeah they are. We gotta turn on some cartoons then! Like... when we do the thing again?"
"Wait, really?"
"It'd be funny! We should like... try to watch it and have sex at the same time, yeah?"
"That's... certainly an idea." Midian awkwardly chuckled.
"Plus!" Taralyn rocked her head back and forth. "I always wanted to listen to cartoons during an afterglow. It's been a fantasy of mine for a while."
Simple fantasies, it seemed. "Uh... s-sure... we could do that." Midian uncomfortably agreed before wincing in shock as her hand grasped his still-sensitive cock; still wet from her.
"Woooow." she changed the subject in a heartbeat. "It's still hard. What's up with that?"
Midian's ego inflated to the size of a zeppelin. Something about her naivety confirmed what she said to him about her own sexual innocence so there was something he could get off his mind. "I uh... it just does that..."
"Well, it's a shame you already came then!" Taralyn replied with a singsong voice. "I always wanted to know what it was like to take a full shot in the mouth."
"O-oh..." Midian was cursing himself so much.
"But for now... I should wash up." she finally broke that eye-contact with his dick with a smile, leaning up on her elbows; her face starting to become more and more dangerously close to his crotch.
"Yeah!" he said awkwardly before quickly adding. "N-Not that you smell or anything..."
"Wait..." her ears perked up as a wave of fear washed over her as she jolted back upright; away from his dangerzone. "...do I? It's not my fault! We just did a thing! And it's hot in here..."
"I'm really... I mean... no, I was just reassuring you that..." Midian took a deep breath. "...I'm bad at this."
Taralyn cocked her head and analyzed his face. "Oooooh! You were trying to tell me that I-- awww. You're very cute." she smiled and kissed him slowly on the cheek before slipping off the couch and heading towards a particularly run-down doorway; her massive tail swiftly dusting back and forth.
And so he was alone; annoyingly still aroused and feeling weirdly guilty and silly with his pants around his knees. He pulled them up for now; the feeling of wetness around his boxers minorly uncomfortable.
"Yikes. I probably shouldn't have lied about that." the blue balls were killing him now. He fished up his mobile and spotted a text from his friend, Mason. Quickly he ascertained that this was not Mason in buddy-mode, but rather Mason acting as his boss. Justifiable, considering Mason was his boss.
">:T Where did you put those classic Spawn books?" The text read.
Oh yes, that shipment. Midian recalled signing for it and placing the box in the stock room. He began to type it out; deliberately being goofy: "Well not like you intend to SELL them--" when he noticed the icon for missed texts was at about 12. Midian figured Mason could wait and voted on seeing the mysterious inbox.
On the small glowing screen, a list of "Parfait" 1 new txt scrolled on. Each one mostly consisting of: "What are you doing?" With a few "MIDIAN!!! Stop ignoring me =3=" tossed in for good measure. It wasn't until the last when the tone shifted. "at the hospital, mittens :I" 13 minutes ago.
"ARe Yu okay?" He texted rapidly, feeling a new pull of anxiety. Minutes passed as he could hear the archaic system of pipes working in the walls, creating horrendous creaks directly behind him, and he could imagine that, someday soon, a pipe would burst and this entire wall would just disintegrate in a gust of water. Midian could also detect that, despite the day burning into a vibrant orange and red that filtered into the window, he could clearly hear the sound of a group of children playing. Mostly, though, he noticed his amusingly still intent cock, that stiffly stood, even after he had shifted his pants back up and even after he saw that text from Parfait.
It was a really bad time to be stiff. Midian thought to himself how stupid this was.
Finally, she returned a text and he opened it before the vibrate could stop: "I told you I was sick Midian! I couldn't even fckn breathe and my dumass brother didnt evn care. Lotus had to drive me. She's sitn in the lobby and im stuck in this room probably bout to be told Im gonna die! : ("
Well, at least she was in Lotus' care. Midian had grown rather fond of that fox and, if Midian wasn't there to help Parfait's helpless ass, Lotus was next in line.
"You're not going to die and it's awesome Lotus could take you. I'm sure the doctor is going to give you some antibiotics or something and you'll be fine." He texted and promptly sent.
He entertained the idea of going into the shower with Taralyn but... he felt like he should stay in the living room just to give Parfait a few more texts of comfort or something. She was still his friend, afterall... even if there was... such a hot body waiting for him in the other room. Jeez.
Sex or not, he had very horror-movie-images attached to her bathroom being similar to the set of SAW or something. It would match the rest of her house, really.
He was taking some comfort in the fact that Taralyn did, indeed, seem to take long showers, though. His natural insecurity would often go off when she left during a Skype call to shower and wouldn't return for 40 minutes to an hour. He would always think she was off having sex with someone else... why did he always think like this?
Midian was surprised to see a call from Parfait coming in rather then a text and, though he debated ignoring and trying to text, he eventually found it easier to answer: If she had been dying, he probably didn't want that on his conscious.
"Hello?" he answered.
"What are you doin?" she said, sounding oddly timid before quickly adding more. "You're not in the middle of fucking that squiwwel ho, are you?"
"'Squiwwel', eh?" he shot back cheekily. He smiled haphazardly to himself, considered answering truthfully and gave up.
"BITCH!" Parfait was always the master of comebacks.
"She's in the bathroom, Faye." Midian reassured.
"Probably having a shit!" Parfait almost hissed. "That must be so gross! How's it feel? Knowing your girlfriend shiiiiits?"
"Actually... she's showering...?" He said inflecting it like it was a question. Parfait's tone was weirdly uppity, even for her. "Is everything okay?"
"I dunno, I felt like since I was sat here being bored, I would call you and chat, I am waiting to find out that I've probably got pneumonia," and on cue she let out a genuinely painful sounding cough."We COULD continue our chat from earlier. Maybe you can tell me what you're going to buy me up there? All for begging for forgiveness for ditching me and whatnot!"
"OH! I thought you meant the phone sex from earlier. I mean I am sitting here all hot and bothered." and though he spoke in humor as if it were an utter lie, it was the truth; but he wasn't really sure why he said that or what he intended.
"Uh-huh.... suuuurrrreeeeee..... that ship has set sail, mate!" she stifled a cough but she had a real air of her typical sass and that was comforting enough. "Bloody-shame too, the bed has a lifted side so it would be extra easy to bend me over and put my bum up in the air for you."
A sudden surge hit him and alarms coarsed through him. For one thing, that hadn't helped his condition, and worse, he dreaded that he had weaved this into some kind of sarcastic flirting... something he and Parfait had NEVER done. Had he honestly jokingly walked into phone sex?
Midian imagined how he wrote on his own stories. He saw the set up in his mind play out; clearly visualizing a furious masturbating session while chatting and quickly cut the visual by imagining the monsters from his stories, the horrible spider-like monsters, suddenly exploding into the house and reducing him to a pulpy paste. That was the fate for shitty pervert douches.
"Meh, if your butt was in the air then that means your chest would be covered." Midian scratched his hair as he tilted his head back; somewhat yawning these words out. "I'd rather your back be on the wedge so it could be more face to face. So I guess I'm not missing anything." Whatever game he was playing he was nudging it over slightly, he was in an autopilot in someway, but luckily it was in the form of humor.
Abruptly a small squeak escaped Parfait, just as tiny as a bell and all he wanted was to know what the hell that squeak was. What in the world could cause the robust Parfait to make such a tiny chirp when a barrage of coughing followed.
"Midian" she said; catching her breath. "You jerk-ass..."
There was an intensely uncomfortable moment of silence between them as Midian had no idea where to go from there. He was making a joke... but did she think he was being serious? WAS he being serious? Fuck. Finally, Parfait was the one to break the silence with the ancillary statement: "I really want tacos and fries."
Finally, an escape from this awkwardness. "Why don't you have Lotus take you?"
"Uggggghhhhhh, nooooooo. 'Cause then I can't make her cock hard like I do with you!"
"I'm pretty sure you make her cock very hard... I mean there is an obvious reason she is a confirmed bachelorette-" Midian stated; alluding to Lotus' lesbianism.
"No, not her dyke-iness!" She grumbled stubbornly.
"Well it's not like you exactly make me hard or anything." Midian rolled his eyes although she couldn't see that.
"BULLSHIT! I wanna see your boxers (boxahs) now! Turn on video!"
"Haha... no." he spoke dryly.
"'Cause you're a liar!" She victoriously chanted "Now do it or I'll do somefing awful!"
"No, because what if I am?" He retorted.
She mischievously responded in a giggle. "Well then you definately have to!!!!"
"You know what fiiine!" He flicked the camera option on the call suddenly showing her his face. "You really insist."
He spun the device toward his lap and began adjusting his slacks; showing off a large bulge at the zipper line. Parfait's amused gasp was audible and furiously she exclaimed. "Boxers (boxahs) too! You can't just show me the pants. I see that bulge every time I come over, babe~"
"Absolutely not and, also, you are a dirty liar!!" He nearly roared with a grin before turning the cam to his face and then flicking it off. "Besides, Taralyn made that happen. Not you."
Parfait hesitated for a moment with a bit of a sniffle and started her response with an overdrawn "uuuuh..." and finally led to a "Uh-huh! Yeah cause 'squiwwel' bitch could do that to you, I bet!" She snarkily retaliated but there was an anxious quiver in her tone. "You know what, asshole?"
Suddenly she dropped the call, leaving Midian alone to hear what he desperately hoped was the ending of Taralyn's shower . A small guilt squirmed irritatingly below the surface of his mind when the surge of vibration from his phone made him nearly drop his phone. It was actually from his roommate, Lumina. Weird.
He answered the call. "Hey!" she barked over the line; almost blowing up his eardrums. "Just wanted to let you know I'm gonna eat your last hot pocket. Your fault for not being here to stop me."
"O-oh..." Midian felt an odd sensation of returning back to his own body. It was as if he was someone else for a moment there... somewhat contemplating to jerking off to... Parfait. Oh dear lord.
"Wait. You know I don't have to, dude." Lumina laughed a bit in discomfort. "I can get something else to eat, you know?"
"It--It's not that, sorry." Midian mumbled. "It's just a weird night, my bad."
"WHELP. EATING IT THEN!" Lumina raised her voice again. "DON'T WANNA HEAR ALL THE WEIRD SHIT WITH YOUR SQUIRRELFRIEND, KAY?" she immediately hung up and that's when Midian's phone registered a text from Parfait again.
An image received via text depicted Parfait, as she mentioned, sitting on a hospital bed. Her shirt was bunched up around her ribcage; barely showing off the beginnings of her chest. Her pajama pants fit snuggly around her waist; mostly just showing off her bellybutton and the entire hem of her underwear. It was more of Parfait than Midian had every seen, surprisingly enough: "Sucka XD! This is how it's done!" the comment under the photo read.
After taking a second glance at the image that was sent, Midian noticed an odd detail. He could kind of make out her eyes, a sort of blurred mess with the quality of her phone, but they were a little red. Huh. It was as if she were crying or about to cry -- but it must have been from the coughing fits.
Yikes. He feared what would have transpired if Lumina didn't call him. He was at his girlfriend's house! What the hell was he doing?
Quickly he slid off the image, granted that it hadn't actual shown anything but.... it was the conext that was effecting.... Fuck it. He had too much stress. He sat up and listened as Taralyn got out of the shower; quickly deleting the image Parfait sent to him. Either way, there were multiple reasons it wasn't smart for him to keep that shit on his phone.
"Hey there, silly butt." She smiled; drying her hair, she stood wearing jogging shorts and a bra only. "I was waiting for you to join me, sweetie. Can't take a hint, huh?"
He searched his internal log for something cute or snarky, but his mind was a tad focused on what he felt he was about to do while Taralyn was in the shower. It was such a frustrating feeling and, weirdly enough, the only thing that came to his mind was to just let his shy and awkward tendencies go for the moment. His eyes zeroed in on the slim waistband of her shorts and how snug her frilly bra was around her perky breasts. Nearly possessed, he rose and walked towards her; looming over her as he approached. It hadn't taken very long to get her in her bedroom and, with the appropriate force, she was pushed to her hands and knees near the flat mattress on her carpeted floor. He thought of work and the book that was languishing on the passenger seat of his car, he thought of all of his anxiety, and he even thought of Parfait as he slammed his squirrely girlfriend into her bed.