One Stone, Two Stone, Bluestone, Greenstone

by Piper

mc; Mf; Mg+; gg; Mdom; Fdom; oral; anal; inc

Cana shrieked and threw herself to the side to avoid my latest attack. Most of the water I had just flicked at her flew harmlessly to the left. A few drops splashed against her bare belly but their effect was moot since she overbalanced and ended up half submerged in the waist-deep water anyway. She jumped back up a moment later, laughing, and I lost my focus as my eyes were drawn like magnets to her small breasts jiggling in her bikini top.

She leaned forward, which did nothing to help my concentration, but I recognized that she was about to sweep both of her arms up from underwater to catch me in a wide spray. Instead of rushing away like she expected, I lunged forward before she could bring her arms up. We fell underwater in a tangle of limbs and I do not think either of us had time to get a decent breath before we were under. I separated myself, only belatedly realizing that I might have been able to enjoy the moment of having Cana's soft chest pressed against mine. I emerged first, and when she started to stand up, I pressed my hands on her shoulders, threatening to dunk her back under the surface.

“You win! You win!” Cana laughed, somehow managing to look pretty even as she spat out the seawater. I let go of her shoulders, very aware of how close we were. Cana stood up and tugged her bikini bottoms up on her waist unconsciously. I mirrored the motion, pulling up on my trunks. I grinned at her, savoring my victory. As we got older, Cana was in the mood to roughhouse less and less, so I always had a lot of fun when we did. Especially now that she was filling out her swimsuits better.

“No surprise,” I said cockily. I would not have acted like such a tool around anyone else but Cana knew I was joking.

She wrinkled her nose, letting me know that she had taken note of the comment and I would pay for it later. She turned and started wading back to shore, and I trudged through the water next to her. I would have much rather followed behind her because I've been growing more fascinated with the curve of her butt in recent months, but I knew she would catch me if I did anything so obvious. Cana gave a heavy sigh and asked almost rhetorically, “So where are we going?”

The winner of today's ocean battle was entitled to choose our lunch destination. It was a foregone conclusion if I won because I have only chosen one place for the last year or so, whenever Cana and I got lunch together. I shrugged. “Bluestone.”

“Big surprise, Droy,” Cana snorted. She left it at that, probably because she had run out of ways to needle me about it after all of these months. We made our way to the spot where we had left our towels. It was summer, so it was decently warm out, which was nice. In the winter the water would have been just as warm, a little perk of living on an island with an active volcano, but we would have gotten a temperature shock when we left the ocean. Right now the sun helped dry us even as we began to towel off.

Wait for it... and... now. I swung my head around as Cana lifted the towel to her face and began to pat it dry along with her hair. With her sharp eyes hidden from view, I could drink in the sight of her developing body for a few seconds at least. It was even better than it would have been a couple years ago just because she had started wearing bikinis. Today's top was red with white stars while the bottoms were solid red. She had a light tan, lighter than it used to be because she was going outside less now that she was growing out of her tomboyish ways. Her hips were only beginning to round out but her breasts were a clear indication that puberty had sunk its claws into her. They pushed out her bikini top like two lemon halves. Her dark hair was long enough to reach her breasts, although it was currently plastered to her back in a wet clump. Like her hair color, her round face marked her as an island native. I usually only saw blondes or sharp chins was when I went into town with the tourists.

Cana started moving the towel up from her face to dry more of her hair and I looked away guiltily. It was not my fault that I was entering puberty too. It made me want to, well, watch things, and it made her very watchable. I bent over to dry off my legs since I had mostly finished my bare chest and the sun would take care of the rest. We both started getting dressed after we dried off. For me, that only meant adding a t-shirt and sandals to my swim trunks. Cana pulled a denim skirt on over her bikini bottoms and a white tank top that did not quite cover the last strip of her belly above the skirt. She sat down to strap her sandals on and I almost drooled when I saw the red of her bikini peaking out from her skirt.

We started walking into town together with the comfortable silence that only old friends can really share. The island was named after its volcano, Mt. Mentempuer, and its economy was almost entirely dependent on tourism, with a bit of commercial fishing. For about third of the year the mountains have snow but right now they loomed over us darkly, with a smattering of green as some more determined plants clung to life. The year-round attraction was the beach because the water was kept pleasantly warm by geothermal vents.

Cruise ships sailing along the island chain in this area usually docked on Mt. Mentempuer for a few days because there was so much to do. Our largest town had built up in concentric circles around the docks. Closest to the docks were the blatant tourist shops selling all manner of cheap novelties. Further out was a ring of restaurants, recreation places, and a couple hotels. In the widest and farthest ring were banks, office buildings, and grocery stores that were mostly used by the natives. Then came the suburban area of residences that just kind of sprouted up in a thick border around the city. Calling it a city may be a bit of a stretch but it was our largest urban center on the island. For almost a hundred years it did not have a name, until cruises needed something to advertise on their brochures. So it was dubbed Sunset City.

Cana and I both lived on the outskirts of Sunset City. My dad worked at a bank and my mom gave scuba trips to tourists visiting the island. My dad was not a native and he was the reason my hair was a few shades lighter than most people on the island. Cana's parents were both natives and apparently they could trace their roots back to the first inhabitants of Mt. Mentempuer. They owned one of those gaudy tourist shops selling trinkets at the docks. They took pride in their store, although to me it looked nearly identical to a dozen others and sold basically the same merchandise.

Cana and I had gone to a beach away from the tourist areas but still on the border of Sunset City. It took us about 20 minutes to walk to the restaurant district. We were a little late for lunch but the area was still bustling with tourists, probably lazy ones who had woken up late and were only now looking for a middle-of-the-day meal. Cana and I threaded through the crowds until we got to the Bluestone Bar and Grill. It was not much to look at on the outside, with a simple blue and white color scheme. It was only one story but it was on a big plot of land, covering almost the space of two restaurants.

The inside was pretty noisy, especially around the bar. The food was okay but nothing spectacular. The real reason you came to a place like this is for the eye candy. A lot of tourists say Bluestone is a knock off of Hooters, which we do not have on the island, but if Hooters has pretty servers in skimpy clothing then that is probably a good comparison. The uniform was a tight white shirt with a deep v-neck. The neckline divided the blue lettering spelling out “Blue” and “stone” across their chests. The bottom half of the uniform was a pair of shiny and skimpy blue shorts that exposed their thighs right up to their asses.

A girl with the dark brown hair and oval face of an island native greeted us from behind a podium as we entered. She looked to be about 20 years old, middling for Bluestone. The restaurant hires girls from their sophomore year of high school up through maybe mid-twenties. I had never seen a server that looked anywhere close to 30. Cana asked for a booth and the pretty waitress led us to an empty one. I devoted all of my mental energy to not staring at the girl's ass while she walked away. Cana would allow me some subtle glances but anything obvious would be inviting trouble. Things would be so much easier if I had the balls to come here alone.

Our server was another pretty girl, although this one could not have been out of high school yet. She also had lighter hair that marked her as at least a mixed blood, if not a complete foreigner. The meal went by swiftly with me trying to check out the waitresses in secret, failing, and receiving eye rolls from my companion. So it was basically like all of the other times I had dragged Cana here. Things did not start getting weird until the manager came over.

“Excuse me,” a male voice interrupted Cana's latest eye roll. We both turned to see a man in his late thirties dressed in a white button up shirt with a blue tie. He had pants too, of course, but they did not match Bluestone's color scheme so I am not going to describe them. “Did you enjoy your meal?”

Cana and I both mumbled polite compliments and he, equally politely, pretended to care. Our waitress began clearing our plates. The manager ignored her except to step back a little to allow her to reach it all.

“Miss, would you come with me to the kitchen for a moment?” The manager directed his attention at Cana. We were both surprised and it must have showed on our faces because the manager went on to explain, “We're having a trial run of new menu items for random customers today. If you'd come back and do a taste test with us, we'll give you both complimentary desserts.”

Cana looked at me and I shrugged. Cana agreed and followed the manager to the back of the restaurant. There were a lot of questions that probably should have gone through my head. Why did Cana need to go to the kitchen instead of getting the food at the table? Why did the manager want only her opinion and not mine? Why would he want the opinion of a native instead of tourists who make up most of his customers? In my defense, I was a little distracted by the scantily-clad high school girl who brought me a large ice cream sundae.

Then the waitress actually sat down on Cana's side of the booth to chat with me, which blew my pubescent mind. For almost an hour, I ate ice cream while a pretty girl with a lot of cleavage listened to whatever stupid thing came into my head. She even managed to look interested in the drivel that my lust-and-sugar-filled brain managed to spew out. Another cute server brought me a second sundae when I finished mine. That hour had more happiness packed into it than the entire 12 years of my life leading up to it.

“Sorry that took so long,” the manager's voice cut into my conversation. I looked up and saw him standing next to the booth with Cana at his side. She was smiling with an expression that I might have called dopey if I had been paying full attention. There was a bead of white liquid sliding from the corner of her lips before she reached up and smeared it away. I guessed she had gotten her ice cream back while she was taste testing. The manager continued, “You guys are all set. Don't worry about the bill.”

I decided that somehow I had died and slipped into heaven without noticing. Free meal? Check. Free dessert? Check. Pretty girl hanging on my every word? Check. Yes, it definitely met all the requirements of heaven. Cana and I both thanked the manager and I gave an awkward goodbye to the waitress. We left Bluestone and started walking home. It was a 45 minute walk to the residential area but we were used to walking everywhere. After ten minutes of silence, Cana still had that weird little smile on her face.

“What's up with you?” I asked.

“Huh?” Cana tilted her head towards me and quirked her eyebrow like she was surprised to find me walking next to her.

“You've had that stupid smile on your face since we left,” I said, goading her a little. “The food can't have been that good.”

Cana shrugged. Then her smile widened and she said, “I love the Greenstone.”

“Bluestone,” I corrected her.

“What?” Cana gave that same weird expression like she did not realize I was there. In the middle of our conversation.

A little concern and a larger helping of confusion entered my voice. “We were at Bluestone.”

Cana smiled. “I love the Bluestone.”

“Better than Greenstone?” I joked, trying to take the edge off. There is no place called Greenstone in Sunset City.

“The Greenstone is good. I love the Greenstone,” Cana said, still smiling. Really worried now, I pulled her arm to bring her to a stop. She faced me, her smile fading but not disappearing completely. She looked at me vacantly, as if she were looking through me instead of at me. I held her shoulders and shook her a little. Not roughly and not even really intentionally. She was weirding me out and I just wanted her to act normal.

“Cana, are you okay?” I asked with my hands still on her shoulders. She seemed to focus on me for the first time and her smile dipped off her face as she scrunched her eyebrows together.

“Droy?” she said tentatively as if finding my name was a struggle. Then her mouth jutted out in a crooked grin, not the stoned one from before. “Yeah, I'm okay. You wanna let go of me?”

I let go of Cana's shoulders and she rubbed them experimentally. I wondered how hard I had been holding her. We started walking again but I kept a closer eye on her. I also kept up a conversation so that she would have to respond to me. I noticed that if pauses lasted too long, her eyes began to glaze over. For the first time in a while, I actually walked Cana back to her house. It was only a few blocks away from mine and I wanted to make sure she got home.

We went inside and Mrs. Clive called out a hello from the living room where she was cleaning. That meant Mr. Clive was the one minding their shop today. It was usually him, but sometimes Cana's mom took over when she was tired of being in the house and running errands. Cana and I went up to her room and I hesitated until she shooed me out. Before I left, I extracted a promise that we would go to the beach again tomorrow. I went downstairs and mentioned to Mrs. Clive that Cana was acting a little funny. She assured me that she would check in on her daughter in a bit and then said she would bake a loaf of banana bread for us to snack on when I came over tomorrow.




I curled my hand into a fist and knocked three times on Cana's front door. I had largely forgotten my concerns about Cana over the night. My dreams, and a particularly long shower session, had been filled with thoughts of the pretty Bluestone waitress. Today I was dressed in another pair of swimming trunks and a shirt, in case Cana wanted to go to the beach again. After a minute, Mrs. Clive opened the door.

“Droy!” she smiled warmly at me, making my name a greeting. “What can I do for you?”

“Hi Mrs. Clive,” I said politely. “Is Cana awake?”

“I'm sorry?” Cana's mom cocked her head. “Carla?”

Carla was Cana's little sister by three years. I shook my head. “Cana.”

“Um... I don't-” Mrs. Clive furrowed her brow, looking as if she were trying to remember the name of a song that was just beyond her reach. “Cana?”

A trickle of sweat crept down my back. My voice was tight with the effort of keeping it level. “Cana, Mrs. Clive. Your older daughter. Carla's sister.”

“Cana.” Mrs. Clive's face cleared. She nodded and smiled proudly. “Cana's got herself a job. That's where she is.”

My throat was dry. I swallowed. “Where is Cana working?”

“At Greenstone, of course.”




Bluestone Bar and Grill was the obvious place to start looking. I would have run there but I felt kind of sick. So I walked, with dark thoughts piling up all the while. I should have known something was wrong with the way Cana had been acting yesterday. I had known, but I had been so intent on getting home to spank my monkey that I had let it go. And nothing I could think of could explain Mrs. Clive's behavior this morning. How the hell does it take someone three tries to remember her own daughter?

There was a different pretty girl at the podium when I walked in. She looked up and smiled at me when I walked in. Not the dumb, empty smile Cana had plastered on her face yesterday, a real smile. The restaurant was still serving breakfast and not busy at all. The server noted that I was alone and pulled a single menu from the basket on the side of the podium. She smiled down at me. “Do you have any preferences for where you'd like to sit?”

“Uh, I'm looking for Greenstone?” I said half-heartedly. It was too much to hope that this girl would know where it was.

I could almost see the intelligence draining out of her eyes. Now her smile was wide and vacant. I was probably on the right track. With a small dip of her head, the waitress said, “Yes, sir. Please follow me.”

The girl led me around the same corner that Cana had disappeared behind yesterday. From this secluded area, you could go to the restrooms, the kitchen, or a door marked “Emergency Exit – Alarm Will Sound.” The girl pushed open the emergency exit door and nothing happened. Damn lying signs. There was a staircase spiraling down into what I could only guess was the basement of the restaurant. I stepped through the door and it swung closed behind me without the girl entering. With nothing else to do, I walked down the stairs into a small room with a podium identical to the one at the main door.

Behind the podium another girl was standing. This one actually was a girl, unlike the young woman who had led me to the staircase. This one could not be out of middle school yet, although maybe she was getting close, so she was about my age. She had the features of an island native, although her most striking feature at the moment was her outfit, or lack thereof. She was wearing a leopard-print bikini and a headband with matching cat ears. She smiled at me when I came into view. Oddly enough, it was not a vacant smile, and if she had not been half naked I would not have been suspicious at all. She reached for a menu and said, “Good morning, Master. Welcome to Greenstone. Is there someone you would like to serve you today?”

My brain jumped into gear and I nodded. In a voice tinged with hope, I said, “Cana. Please.”

“Let me see.” The girl looked at some piece of paper on the podium. She looked back up with an apologetic face. “Cana's taken right now. If you want, I can seat you near her and you can switch when she's done.”

Not knowing what else to do, I nodded. The girl smiled brightly, as if I were doing her a personal favor by giving in. She turned and reached for the handle of the door behind her. My gaze dropped automatically to her butt and I saw that she had a leopard tail completing her costume. But the tail was coming up and out of her bikini bottoms, as if it were actually inserted into... no, that made no sense. The girl opened the door and I followed her inside.

The basement, or whatever it was, was not as large as the Bluestone area but it was close. There were booths along the wall and tables in the middle, just like upstairs. But here there were curtains hanging from the ceiling that could be drawn around each booth or table to completely hide it from view. Three tables were shielded like this when I followed the leopardess into the room. There were two tables with customers that did not have the curtains drawn. At one of them, a man older than my grandfather had a girl of about eleven sitting in his lap. He was fondling her puffy nipples with both hands while she reached out to the plate in front of them and fed him small bites of fruit.

The other occupied table had a young man in his mid-twenties... and Cana. My best friend was wearing a perverted fantasy of a hula girl outfit. She had a coconut bra held on by thin white strings and a grass skirt. Unlike a normal hula skirt, though, the strands of this one had been cut to fashion it into a miniskirt, and there was only a single layer, so any movement exposed her bare cunny or part of her ass cheek. Cana was sucking him off while he ate breakfast, finishing just as I noticed her. I saw the man's hips twitch against her face and her eyes widen as he came in her mouth. Cana crawled out from under the table, giving me a view of her puckered asshole from between the thin strands of her tiny skirt. She sat in the chair next to the man where there was a plate with a single waffle. Cana leaned over the plate and pursed her lips. Cum oozed out of her mouth and coated the waffle. Cana wiped her lips daintily with a napkin and then started cutting the waffle with a fork and knife. She began eating the waffle while the man started talking to her. And her attitude was so damn casual.

“Master?”

I turned and saw the half naked leopard girl waiting for me. I did not realize I had stopped walking. I walked forward stiffly as she led me closer to Cana's table. There were other tweens in the room too. Not at every table but probably at a quarter of them. They were just sitting, waiting. They were all dressed in some ridiculously slutty outfit. The girl on the old man's lap, I could now see, was wearing a diaper, which I guess explained why her hair was also done up in pigtails. The other girls sitting at other tables each had their own look. There was a nurse, a cheerleader, one who could only have been going for “slut,” and a few others. I even saw two boys around my age, one in some kind of NASCAR outfit and the other in a pirate costume. They creeped me out even more than the girls for some reason.

The leopard hostess led me to a table a few feet away from Cana's, where a schoolgirl was seated. When it was clear we were heading for her table, the girl's eyes lit up and she stood up. Her top was a white blouse that had been knotted just under her budding breasts, leaving her ribs and flat belly exposed. She had a pleated plaid miniskirt that almost covered her ass, because apparently anything longer would be too conservative for this place. She looked so happy to see me that I would have smiled back if I had not still been in shock.

“Hello, Master,” the schoolgirl curtsied, lifting up the edges of her miniskirt. Okay, so panties must be against the rules here. “My name's Levy. I'll be your Greengirl today.”

I took my seat a little shakily. The leopardess handed me a menu and left. Even without the sexual atmosphere, it would have been odd to have girls my own age waiting on me. Throw in the fact that they were all but naked and it is small wonder that I was deep in shock.

“Would you like a blow job while you decide, Master?” the schoolgirl asked.

“I, sure,” I said dumbly. I honestly do not think it was my hormones talking. She said it so casually, with a hopeful look on her face, and I was still trying to process everything. Although I doubt anyone my age would turn down that offer anyway.

The girl actually thanked me before crawling under the table. Her hands tugged my swim trunks down a bit and she quickly pulled my cock free. I looked down and actually gulped at the sight of her pretty face between my legs, focusing all of her attention on my member. With licks and kisses, she coaxed it up to its five inch glory. She started sucking on it, which was very distracting, but my attention was split as I tried to surreptitiously watch Cana.

She was halfway through her cum-soaked waffle when the man reached for his cup and saw that it was empty. He went back to eating his breakfast and said, “Water, bitch.”

“Yes, Master,” Cana said cheerfully. She had already begun standing up when she noticed him reaching for glass. She took it from the table and walked back towards what I assumed was the kitchen area. I watched her backside sway as she went, the curve of her butt cheeks parting the grass of her hula miniskirt. This whole situation was impossible. There was no way Cana would dress like that. There was no way she would let someone talk to her like that. There was no way she would be happy doing it. And there was no damn way she would act like it was all fucking normal.

Cana was back in moments with a full glass of water, carrying it quickly across the room, ignoring me and the half-dressed tweens. She looked so proud at being able to do something for the asshole sitting at her table that it broke my heart. The man did not look up as she approached but he must have heard her bare feet on the tile floor. With his attention still on his food, the man said, “Pour it on yourself.”

Without any hesitation, Cana stopped and upended the glass at her collarbone. It rushed down her skin, spraying off the slope of her coconut bra and streaming between her breasts to trickle down to her belly. It soaked the front of her skirt, causing the strands to stick to her thighs. I would have been furious if I had been in my right mind but my attention was still split between my humiliated friend and the lips wrapped around my member.

“I still need water, slut,” the man said in a bored voice.

“Yes, sorry, Master,” Cana apologized, hurrying back to the kitchen. In the brief span that she was gone, I lost control and came in my schoolgirl's mouth. My waitress crawled out from under the table and blocked my view of Cana returning to her table, although I could tell the man actually drank the water this time.

“What can I get for you, Master?” the schoolgirl asked me.

“Waffles,” I said without thinking. Then my mind flashed to Cana's breakfast and I felt sick. “Uh, wait, actually, the toast and scrambled eggs.”

The tween curtsied and I could not help looking at her pussy again before she turned and went to place my order. I looked back at Cana's table and saw Cana on her hands and knees underneath it. The man had pushed his chair back and was using her as a footrest while he checked emails on his phone. My schoolgirl came back and sat on my lap, facing me with her legs straddled on either side, so that I could see her cunny if I just looked down. I started groping her because she would not sit still until I did something with her. It was almost funny, I had two handfuls – well, half handfuls – of tween tits for the first time in my life and I was still trying to focus on Cana.

The man finished checking his phone five minutes later and stood up, leaving a wad of cash on the table. He lifted his half-drunk cup of water and bent down, pouring it out on the floor next to where Cana was still crouching. The man reached out put a hand on the back of her head, pushing her closer to the floor. “Drink up.”

Cana crawled the short distance to the puddle of water and started lapping at it like a dog. Her ass arched high in the air as she bent forward and wiggled invitingly in my direction. The strands of her skirt slid to either side of her cheeks, displaying her perfect little asshole. The man looked like he had been about to leave but he paused when he saw Cana's jiggling butt. He took a spoon from the table and eased it handle-first into Cana's ass until only the bulbous end was visible between her pale cheeks. He flicked it with his fingernail and then straightened up and left the room.

The girl in the leopard bikini walked in moments later and knelt next to Cana, who was still licking happily at the water on the floor. The catgirl tapped Cana on the head and said, “Master's done, Cana. You can go clean up for the next one.”

Cana stood up, her chin wet and with the spoon still wedge in her ass. The leopardess kindly reached between Cana's butt cheeks and smoothly pulled the spoon out. Cana's breath hitched while the other girl pulled out the spoon but otherwise did not react. The catgirl returned to her post in the greeting room and Cana started heading towards a door marked “Restroom – Staff Only.”

I left off my second base trip with the schoolgirl and asked her to wait for me at the table. She looked so delighted at having an order to obey that I actually felt guilty about not giving her more attention earlier. I hurried over to the restroom door and went inside. It was a large room but there was only a single toilet. There was an open shower near the toilet, with no curtain. Water from the shower would slide along the sloped tile floor to the drain in the middle of the room. On the other side of the toilet were shelves of towels for drying off.

Cana stepped into the shower's spray just as I entered the bathroom. Her coconut bra and tiny grass skirt were neatly placed on the counter next to the sink. She was naked. For the first time since we were five years old, I could see every inch of her beautiful body. I had never thought of heartache as a physical symptom, but I felt an actual pang of longing as I looked at her profile: the curve of her pert breasts, the subtle lines of her ribs, the slope of her belly, the angles of her thighs as she moved. I stood frozen for two heart-stopping seconds until the restroom door swung shut against my back and I had to take a half-step forward.

Cana was already turning to face me when the door knocked against me. She did not look surprised, embarrassed, angry, or anything else that I would have expected from my Cana. She just looked curious. She was naked in front of her best friend after having a spoon pulled out of her ass a minute ago, and she was fucking curious. I did not know what terrible things had been done to her to break her mind this way, but she needed my help. That had to be my priority. I could get all flustered about her nudity later. Right now she needed to snap out of it.

“Master?” Cana made the title a question, as if she were not sure if I was a master within the private employee bathroom. She took a tentative step forward, out of the direct spray of the shower, except for a bit that still licked her calves. Her brown hair looked even darker than usual, sticking wetly to her shoulders and partially obscuring her breasts.

“Cana,” my voice broke on her name. I walked forward and stopped a couple feet from her. “It's me. It's Droy.”

“Yes, Master,” Cana bobbed her head agreeably. She probably would have had the same reaction if I had said that it was raining candy outside.

“Cana,” I said her name again. I reached out and took her right hand in both of my own. Reaching for her hand at her side brought my hands uncomfortably close to her dripping cunny, but I could not think about that right now. “I'm Droy. Your best friend Droy. Call me Droy.”

“Yes... Droy,” Cana looked confused and she had to catch herself as she said my name, like “Master” had been on the tip of her tongue. How does someone get so broken in one day?

“Cana,” I said a third time. It had to help. I had called her name a thousand times before this. Hearing me say it had to do something. “You have to remember me. You're my best friend. Remember who you are. That's... an order.”

My eyes were tearing up by the end of it and I blinked them away angrily. This girl standing in front of me was not my Cana. This girl was hollow, two-dimensional. I pressed my hands tightly on either side of her own. I wanted my Cana back. When I stopped speaking Cana looked the same as before, at first. Confusion blanketed her round face as she tried to follow an order she did not understand. Then slowly her expression began to change, like layers of an onion peeling away to reach the core. Dawning horror supplanted confusion and I could only hold my best friend's hand as she realized what she had been doing.

“I...” Cana's brown eyes were wide, like a trapped animal. She did not finish that sentence. Words were not sufficient to express herself. She made a guttural sound of despair and sank down to her knees, her hand slipping from mine.

I had no way to comfort her and what she needed most was to get out of this place. She could not walk out naked, or in that absurd hula costume, so I had to find something for her to wear. We could figure everything else out once we were gone. Maybe a towel would work. Just something to get her out of this hellhole. Up in Bluestone everyone would freak out if a teen girl in a towel stumbled in from the basement. Then someone would call the cops, Cana would be safe, and it would be out of my hands.

I was reaching for a towel from the shelves when I heard someone open the bathroom door. I turned and my mouth literally fell open in shock. It was my mom. My mom, who gave scuba trips to tourists, was standing in the basement of a restaurant that rented underage sex slaves to those same tourists. Absolutely no thoughts or feelings went through my mind. This was the final straw; my mind simply could not process anymore. I stood and stared across the room at my mom while my best friend knelt naked on the floor between us.

For a long moment my mom looked just as surprised to see me standing there. Then something slid over her face, a cool, professional demeanor I had never seen before. She had never been as easy going as my dad but she had always been nice and pleasant to me and my friends. Now composed, she stepped into the bathroom and the door closed behind her, cutting off the low chatter and strains of music from the main room. She glanced at Cana with something approaching regret and then looked back at me with a sigh and said, “I guess this makes things more complicated.”

I continued to watch, mute and dumb, as if I was at a theater. My mom moved over to Cana and wrapped her arm around the girl. Cana looked up with eyes that were wet with tears and mouthed “Mrs. Scarlet.” I guessed it was good that she recognized my mom, although I was worried that Cana still was not talking. My mom made gentle cooing noises and helped Cana stand up. Then she held a supportive arm around my friend and led her a few steps over to the toilet. My mom put the lid down so Cana could sit on the toilet like a chair. It must have been cold against her bare ass but Cana did not react.

“Droy,” my mom's sharp voice snapped me back to a semblance of myself. She walked briskly to the bathroom door. “Come on. We've got to talk.”

“I... we can't,” I said stupidly. Nothing made sense anymore. “We've got to- Cana... ”

My mom rubbed her temples and sighed again. “Cana will be fine. Come on. Now.”

“But...” I walked to my mom's side anyway. The only way I can explain it is that she was being decisive, and since I had no idea what to do, it was comforting to fall back on adult authority.

“Cana,” my mom said. Cana had been staring at her knees but she looked up when my mom spoke. My mom pitched her voice lower than usual and said, “Tell me about the Greenstone.”

Cana's distress flowed off of her delicate face like water running downhill. She visibly relaxed, her shoulders slumping forward as the tension left her neck. She even smiled, an odd contrast with the remnants of tears still in her eyes. In a cheerful voice, the naked girl began speaking to the wall in front of her. “The Greenstone is good. I love the Greenstone. The Greenstone makes me happy. I love being happy. The Greenstone makes me obey. I love obeying.”

Cana continued the strange chant, ignoring us. My mom wrapped her hand around my bicep and pulled me along as she pushed the door open. I stumbled after her dumbly, still looking back over my shoulder. The last thing I saw before the door closed was Cana reaching a hand between her thighs to rub her clit. The last thing I heard was “The Greenstone makes me horny. I love being horny.”

I could start to gather my wits once I did not have to deal with Cana anymore. My mom pulled me along quickly through Greenstone until we were outside in the staircase room with the leopard girl. I jerked my arm free of my mom's grip and she turned to face me, annoyance clouding her face. “What?”

“What the fuck do you mean, 'what?'” I practically shouted. My mom's eyes narrowed, either at my language or at my volume, as if either of those were important right now. “Fucking tell me what's going on.”

“I will,” my mom said, her voice dropping low with warning. “Not here. If you don't follow me, there's nothing you can do for Cana.”

That got my attention. My anger deflated into helplessness like an untied balloon. When she saw that I was not going to cause more trouble, my mom turned and continued heading toward the staircase. Except she did not move to go up. Instead, she circled around to keep going down. When I had reached this level with the bikini-clad tween, I had not even noticed that the staircase continued after this landing. In silence, I began to follow my mom down the stairs. As I looked back, the girl in the leopard bikini gave me a wave.

One floor down, we reached the bottom of the stairs. I double-checked. There were no floors below this one. There was an identical podium here, although it was two feet shorter than the others. Behind it stood a girl who could not have been older than seven, wearing absolutely nothing except for a red collar around her neck. She had the round face of an islander, made rounder by the baby fat that she had yet to outgrow. The girl perked up as we descended from the stairs and gave us a big smile that revealed a missing tooth.

“Good morning, Mather, Mithreth. Welcome to Redthone. Ith there thomeone you would like to therve you today?” the girl chirped in a voice high enough to irritate dogs. I wondered what cruel person would give a child with such a severe lisp a speech with so many 's' sounds. Probably the same one that would make her say it naked.

My mom barely spared the elementary school girl a moment to say, “We're not eating, Lucy.”

I followed my mom through the door dividing the landing from Redthone, er, Redstone. I probably would not have been so surprised if I had not been wiped from everything else I had gone through this morning. The setup of tables and curtains was almost the same as Greenstone, although the curtains were a deep red here instead of green. Like above, there were children sitting at roughly a quarter of the tables. Down here, in the lowest circle of hell, none of the children could have been out of fourth grade and none of them wore a stitch of clothing aside from a red collar. There were four tables that had their curtains drawn and at the far side of the room, there was a man in a booth who had several naked girls on top of him.

My stomach felt queezy as I followed my mom toward the back of the room. As we approached the occupied booth, I realized that I knew everyone in the little orgy and I had to swallow the bile that rose in my throat. The three girls with wavy black hair were the Lockser triplets that lived two blocks away from my house. They had just turned five years old and I had babysat them once when their parents could not find anyone else. Right now, one of them was kneeling between the man's legs and wrapping her small mouth around the thick shaft sprouting in the middle. The second was crouching above his cock, her undeveloped body getting explored by the man's hands while she licked the butthole of the third sister. That third sister was trembling as she tried to hold on to the back of the booth, to keep from falling backwards onto the second. The man's face was between the third sister's skinny thighs, slurping. I recognized the shape of his head and the light brown hair even before he let go of the second girl to lift the third away from his face. My dad.

My dad recovered from his surprise a little faster than my mom, but then he had always been a go-with-the-flow kind of guy. Yeah, right. As if I knew him at all. He grinned at me like we were college buddies and I had caught him in the middle of something mildly embarrassing. His face was still wet from the third sister. He lifted the third sister up and twisted her so that she could sit on his shoulders, holding his head for balance. The second sister leaned against his chest, lifting and falling as he breathed. The first sister continued sucking on his cock beneath the table and may not have even noticed that we were there.

“Hey, champ,” my dad said with convincing nonchalance. “Want a triplet?”

My mom made a disapproving noise. Apparently she only wanted my dad to realize that I was here because she did not say anything to him. With a gesture at me to follow, she continued past the booth and opened a door on the back wall. My dad shrugged at me, almost dislodging the tiny girl on his shoulders. I stared at him.

“Why don't you take Juvia,” he rolled his eyes back to indicate the girl on his shoulders. “She's probably getting tired of holding herself up.”

I looked at the naked girl sitting on my dad's shoulders. She looked back at me with big brown eyes and smiled. I felt kind of empty inside. Mechanically, I reached for her and she held her tiny arms out to me. I lifted her off of my dad. I was going to put her down but she wrapped her legs around my waist and clung to me with both hands. My arms were pinned awkwardly to my sides like this, so I extricated myself gently and set her on the floor. She looked so unhappy that I knelt down and told her to climb piggy back. She grinned and crawled up my back like a spider, wrapping her arms around my neck and her legs under my ribs.

My dad was already ignoring me. He was kissing the second sister on the mouth, who had just moments ago been eating out Juvia's ass. As they kissed, my dad began worming his index finger up the second girl's butt. The first girl was still happily sucking away at his shaft, which looked like it was dangerously close to bursting. I left two of the triplets to their work and carried the third one through the door with me, being careful not to let it hit her as I stepped through.

Inside was a small but well-furnished office with a large desk. There was a computer set up at one corner that looked like it had some kind of spreadsheet open on the monitor. There were a few stacks of papers but it all looked organized, which made sense if this was my mom's office. My mom was sitting behind the desk. Her eyes flickered as she saw the tiny arms and legs wrapped around my front, but she nodded for me to sit down in the chair on the opposite side of the desk. I crouched so that Juvia could slide off my back. As soon as I sat down, she crawled onto my lap, grinning up at me for attention. I settled her down so that she was facing my mom too. Juvia twisted and reached for my hand, pulling it between her legs. I did not do anything at first. Juvia began rubbing my hand against her pudgy slit for me. I stopped her but continued to rub one finger along the length of those little lips, which made her happy.

“Did you get that from your dad?” my mom asked with distaste as she watched me diddle the five-year-old. I could not tell if she meant Juvia or pedophilia. I thought the answer to either would have been obvious, so it was probably rhetorical. I said nothing. My mom took a slow breath and said, “I'll explain everything, but you have to let me get through it. If you interrupt, I won't help you with Cana. Got it?”

I nodded, suddenly rigidly alert.

My mom glanced down at Juvia, apparently not able to determine which triplet she was, and stayed generic. “You are not allowed to talk until you have permission.”

Juvia looked up. She had been watching my finger sliding along her cunny with something approaching fascination. She nodded her head and said, “Yes, Mistress.”

Then the little girl's hands flew to her mouth and her eyes went wide, looking for all the world like any other little girl who realized she had broken the rules of a game. My mom ignored her and after a moment Juvia dropped her hands and went back to watching my finger play with her pudgy slit.

My mom rubbed the bridge of her nose, searching for a place to begin. “My family, your family, goes back to the first settlers of the island. One of those settlers, supposedly, was a witch. She used her power to rule over all of the island's inhabitants until her death. After that, when the people worked up the courage to loot her house, they found a small treasure trove. There were three stones in the treasure: red, green, and blue. With them, the people discovered the power to mold minds and memories.”

Juvia squirmed on my lap and I realized that I had stopped petting her pussy. I began fingering her again and she settled down.

My mom continued, “The rest of the story would take too long to get into now. Basically, our ancestor stole the stones and then used them to erase the memories of everyone on the island. They passed down through our family in secret until my grandfather's time, when people began coming to this island as a vacation spot. He saw the opportunity to, ahem, recruit islanders for the... sexual release of the tourists. My father was the one who expanded things to include waiters and waitresses that are, uh, a little younger.”

Juvia pulled her cunny apart with her hands on each side so that my finger slid deeper against the folds of her flesh. She giggled.

“After your dad found Redstone, he came back each year. He was a wealthy banker from a family of wealthy bankers. We got to know each other pretty well. For obvious reasons there was never any lust between us, but there was friendship and eventually a kind of love. Now we run the 'stones together. Although lately he's been into his vices more.”

The vice on my lap was in the middle of pinching her flat nipples between her fingers.

“Obviously things are trickier when you've got kids involved. So for anyone working at Redstone or Greenstone, we go out and make adjustments to their families too. The kids are set on rotating schedules. Their families mostly forget about them on the days when they are working. On the other days, the kids are home schooled. That way their schedules stay flexible.”

I looked down at the small head below my chin. She would never know what a real school was like.

My mom let irritation pass over her face as she continued, “I didn't know about Cana. The Bluestone manager is my scout, although he usually doesn't find new waitresses in my own restaurant. We were in a tight spot since one of the Greenboys aged out and there were no Redboys or Redgirls old enough to take the slot. We always have a kid assigned to each table. He must have thought he lucked out when he saw Cana with you. I knew her when she came in this morning, of course, but she was already a Greengirl by then.”

My mom was looking at me expectantly but I still paused to make sure I was allowed to talk now. I was too tired to second guess anything. I could take at face value the idea of a witch's magic rocks because whatever the truth was, I had seen the effect. I wanted to help all of the kids. I wanted to make my mom and dad see how wrong all of this was. But Cana was my first concern. I could build from there.

“Okay, Mom,” I said, finding it surprisingly easy to keep my voice level. “I... get it. Not like I can argue after everything today. So if you have these stones you can help Cana, right? You can turn her back to normal?”

My mom tilted her head, her face unreadable. “Droy, are you sure you want her back to normal?”

That froze the words on my tongue. “What?”

“She's happy like this, you know. All the girls and boys are. They get to be happy all the time.”

“I don't-” I was not expecting this. “That's not real happiness.”

“Real?” my mom snorted. “Happiness is just a bunch of chemicals and electrical impulses in your brain. The only difference with the stones is I can turn it on or off. And I leave it on. The kids are happy here.”

I had to clench my teeth before saying something that would turn her against me. I do not know how she had managed to convince herself that she was making kids happy by turning them into sex toys for tourists, but I could tell from her tone that she was set in her beliefs. The worst part was that I did not really know how to argue with her. Cana had been eager to do anything for the asshole she had been serving earlier. She did not get upset until I had made her remember her old life. But if the stones could alter memories, then we could make it so she forgot her whole Greenstone experience and she could go back to being a normal girl. Of course my mom would say that a normal girl is not happy all the time, whereas Cana could be, if she stayed a Greengirl.

My head hurt. I knew it was best for Cana to be free. Happiness does not mean anything if it is forced on you. I set my jaw and gave my mom a hard look. “I don't care. I want you to make Cana normal again. She'd want it too if you didn't brainwash her.”

My mom tried one more time to be persuasive. “You know, if she works here, she can be the perfect girl for you. I've seen the way you've started looking at her. She'd do anything you want, now.”

I swallowed. That was the thought I had been avoiding since I saw her licking water off of the floor. The thought of being able to use her as I wanted was incredibly tempting for a boy starting puberty. To have her like that would not be the same. It would not really be her. But did I care?

I shook my head, feeling guilty that I had hesitated at all. “No. Turn her back please.”

My mom's mouth thinned into an angry line. “I'm sorry that Cana got swept up in this but I need her filling a table. You've got a choice. You can go upstairs and get to know the new Cana who would love to make your wildest fantasies come true, or you can keep being an ungrateful brat.”

“I guess I can get used to the new Cana.”

“I'm going to tell people what you're doing here.”




























































 





Ending 1


I wrestled with lust, and lost. I looked up at my mom and said, “I guess I can get used to the new Cana.”

“Smart kid,” my mom smiled. Then she rolled her eyes. “Stop looking so miserable. Your pretty friend will do anything you want. That's what most boys dream about.”

“Yeah, thanks,” I said without thinking. I could have kicked myself. Did I just thank my mom for turning Cana into a sex slave? I stood up, lifting Juvia by her armpits. She squirmed in my hands so I set her down on the floor and took her hand. We left the office together without looking back.

In Redstone, I had to pass my dad's booth again to get to the exit. His two triplets were both kneeling together under the table. Fresh cum was dripping down their faces and one of them had to keep an eye closed because the gooey stuff was oozing over her eyelid. They were licking at my dad's deflated cock together, their little tongues barely able to do more than tickle his skin, but it was slowly twitching back to life. I wondered how he had the stamina.

“You done with her?” my dad asked. At my nod, he beckoned to the tiny girl at my side. “Come here, Juvia.”

“Yes, Master,” Juvia chirped, running back to him. He pulled her up so that she was laying against his chest. With more dexterity than I would have given him credit for, he spun the five-year-old around so that her head was at his crotch and he held one of her splayed thighs in each hand. He held her so that she could lick at his cock with her sisters. Then he inclined his neck forward and started drilling his tongue into her undeveloped slit. I left the triplets to their abuse and continued out of Redstone.

I paused at the Redstone landing and turned to the naked girl behind the podium. “What would you do for me?”

Her eyes lit up and she leaned forward on the balls of her feet, thrusting out her flat chest eagerly. “Anything, Mather.”

I nodded and walked up the stairs to the Greenstone landing. The girl in the leopard-print bikini smiled at me and started to talk but I walked past her into Greenstone. Cana was not at her table so I went to the back and walked into the restroom. Cana was still sitting on the toilet seat. Her eyes were glassy and there was a big smile on her face. Her legs were spread wide and her pussy was a deep pink, almost red, as she rubbed herself vigorously with her right hand. Her left hand was across her chest, tweaking her right nipple.

“The Greenstone makes me sexy. I love being sexy. The Greenstone makes me serve. I love serving.”

I did not know whether she was repeating herself or whether she was still on the same mantra she had begun when I had left. I rushed over to her and tugged her wrists away from her body. For a second she resisted and then she looked up at me with the vacant smile still on her face.

“Cana?” I asked, letting go of her arms.

The blank look left her face, although she still smiled. She said enthusiastically, “Hello, Master!”

“Hi, Cana,” I said, not quite able to keep the pity out of my voice. Impulsively, I bent down and hugged her, my arms wrapping around the smooth skin of her back. After a moment, she hugged me back. I let go after what seemed like seconds but was probably over a minute. I looked down at her. She smiled up at me, patient and eager to please. In a soft voice, I asked, “Cana, are you happy?”

Cana grinned. “Of course. I love being a Greengirl.”

I searched her face for any indication of insincerity without success. She really believed it. “Why?”

Her mouth quirked in an achingly familiar way, and she looked as if I had asked her why two plus two equals four. “Because I love being a Greengirl.”

My eyes felt hot. I do not know if I was crying or not. “You're the prettiest Greengirl ever.”

“Thank you, Master.” Cana smiled proudly.

“Cana, will you call me Droy?”

“Yes, Droy,” Cana said cheerfully.

I traded places with Cana on the toilet seat while she stood to finish her shower. I watched, mesmerized, as the water cascaded down her skin. The diapered girl came in and joined Cana under the shower head, but I only had eyes for my best friend. When she was done, I watched her dry off, hardly able to believe that a day ago I had been sneaking peaks at her in a bikini. Cana put on her hula skirt and coconut bra, and I helped her tie it behind her back. We left the diaper girl in the restroom and headed back to Cana's table.

For a while I just talked. I told her about the things we used to do together but I substituted someone else in her place. She did not show any recognition of the memories but she was a perfectly attentive audience. She was meant to be used now and she wanted to be used. Eventually I did just that. Cana brought me lunch and then knelt down under the table to suck me off. It was the best thing I had ever felt and I hated it. Soon though, I hated it less. I told myself that Cana was happy. I told myself that she wanted to make me happy now. For a second, I even believed it. I left after lunch, but I knew I would come back tomorrow.

The End




























































 





Ending 2


“Mom,” I said as calmly as I could. “If you don't turn Cana back to normal, I'm going to tell people what you're doing here.”

“Fine,” my mom sighed and ground the heel of her palm against her forehead. “I'll give you one of the stones and tell you how to revert her. And after that, you're never going to mention this place again.”

“Fine,” I said shortly. As far as I was concerned, I was done with my parents at this point. Maybe Cana's family would let me move in with them.

My mom reached into a drawer next to her and pulled something out of it without taking her eyes off of my face. I looked at it as she set it down on the desk in front of her. I had expected some kind of polished, round jewel but the stone was irregular and had edges, as if it had been cut from a random rock face. It was also a shade of gray so dark that it was almost black. It was only after a second or two that I even realized it had a faint greenish tint. For the most part it looked like nothing special.

“This is the Greenstone,” my mom said. “You want to keep looking at it.”

Of course I did. I did not need my mom to tell me that. On my lap, I felt Juvia go still but I was only dimly aware of her now. I did not look down to check on her because I wanted to keep looking at the Greenstone.

“Go suck somebody off, girl,” my mom's voice said dismissively. The small weight on my lap vanished. I heard a door open and close. I kept looking at the stone.

“Okay, Droy, pay attention. The Greenstone is good. You love the Greenstone...”




I woke up at 7:00 so that I had time to get to Greenstone before breakfast began at 8:00. I took my bike and left it chained to the rail outside of Bluestone. Wendy was already standing at her podium when I went downstairs. Her bikini bottoms were around her ankles and she was trying to twist her upper body to reach the base of the tail coming out of her ass. I paused for a second to help her switch the vibrator on and she thanked me as she pulled up her swimsuit.

When I went into Greenstone, most of the other waiters and waitresses were there, putting on their costumes. We were the newest servers, so we had all-day shifts from 8:00 AM to 8:00 PM. We only accounted for about a quarter of the tables. More servers would join at lunchtime and by dinner every table would have a kid assigned to it. I went to the closet in the back of the room and pulled out my neatly hung cowboy outfit. It consisted of a brown leather vest, assless chaps, and a thong. I stripped out of my street clothes and put on my uniform quickly. After stowing my clothes, I walked over to my table, still not quite used to the thong cleaving my ass.

I sat down and waited patiently for Greenstone to open for business. Before it did, though, the Owner came in and walked over to my table. I stood up eagerly, with a big smile on my face. “Good morning, Mistress.”

“Good morning,” she gestured for me to sit back down, which I did. “You can call me Mom.”

“Yes, M-Mom,” I said, almost saying “Mistress” automatically before I caught myself.

The Owner looked me over while I smiled at her. After a moment, she said, “You know, this was Cana's table. I decided you could take over for her.”

“Yes, Mom,” I nodded. “Um, who's Cana?”

“It doesn't really matter now, I guess,” the Owner shrugged. “But I let her go for you.”

“Thank you, Mom,” I said politely after a moment, since she seemed to expect gratitude.

The Owner was looking at me pensively. “You know, I wasn't going to start you from the ground up. My daddy started me as a Redgirl and I stayed in the company until I was old enough to take over. I told myself that I wouldn't make my kid do that.”

“Yes, Mom,” I said hesitantly. When in doubt, it is always best to agree with your Master or Mistress.

“But I guess that doesn't matter now, does it?” the Owner said.

“No, Mom,” I said happily, glad to have a clear answer to give.

“Right, well, have fun,” she said, leaving my table before I could answer.

Greenstone opened a few minutes later and tourists began trickling in. I sat at my table and watched Erza get her cheerleader skirt pulled off so that a man could stuff a strawberry up her cunny. A young couple came in and made Lisanna suck the husband off and then kiss the wife. After about half an hour, Wendy came over to my table, leading an overweight woman behind her. I jumped up eagerly and bowed to my customer.

“Hello, Mistress,” I said, giving my most winning smile. “My name's Droy. I'll be your Greenboy today.”

The End

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