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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Descendants_(2015)
  Relationship:
      Jane/Li_Lonnie, Evie/Mal_(Descendants), Jane/Evie/Mal_(Descendants)
  Character:
      Evie_(Descendants), Mal_(Descendants), Jane_(Descendants), Li_Lonnie
  Additional Tags:
      Blackmail, Making_Out, First_Time, First_Kiss, Kidnapping, Jane_Looks
      Like_A_Cinnamon_Roll_But_Is_Actually_As_Far_From_Pure_As_You_Can_Get,
      Dom!Jane, Sub!Mal, Sub!Lonnie, Sub!Evie, Light_BDSM, Master/Pet, Magic
      Made_Them_Do_It, Auradon_Kids_Are_Not_As_Pure_And_Innocent_As_Their
      Parents_Believe_Them_To_Be, You_Can_Put_All_The_Villains_On_The_Isle_But
      You_Can't_Stop_Teenage_Mischief, The_Author_Is_Going_To_A_Special_Place
      In_Hell_For_This, Spanking, Humiliation, Sex_Toys, Strap-Ons
  Series:
      Part 2 of The_Trouble_With_Lust_Cupcakes
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-19 Completed: 2016-07-22 Chapters: 5/5 Words: 15126
****** Promiscuity Pastry Problems ******
by ruff_ethereal
Summary
     One of the major reasons Lust Cupcakes quickly fell out of fashion
     was that, aside from the ethics of forcing someone to sexually desire
     you or someone else, they can be very easily mistaken for normal,
     non-enchanted cupcakes by other people, like, say, Lonnie and Jane.
Notes
     For those of you who were asking if Jane and Lonnie ate the Lust
     Cupcakes Mal abandoned in the kitchen, here's your answer.
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Oh, sure, door just happensto be unlocked, it's pitch black inside, and
neither Jane nor Lonnie haven't answered to our knocks or calls even once; this
isn't ominous and foreboding at all,”Mal grumbled as she stood in the open
doorway of Jane's room.
Evie reached in and fumbled for the light switch. “Lights aren't working,
too...”
“Great, as if this wasn't creepy enough...”
“We've got see if they're okay,” Evie said as she peered into the darkness.
“Those cupcakes were pretty problematic when it was just me who ate them,
what'll happen when you've got two?” She muttered as she carefully stepped in.
Mal frowned. “Probably something way over both of our heads, which is why you
might want to be backpedaling out of there, E!”
Evie turned around and scowled at Mal. Even in the poor light streaming in from
the hall, it was easy to see her expression and feel the disdain radiating from
her body. “Mal, this is all yourfault; don't you think it's right that youtake
responsibility for youractions?”
Mal sighed. “Can't we at least call the S&S first…?”
Evie shot her a look. “Do you really want them finding out and having on record
that A) you've been messing with magic again, B) you've accidentally spelled
two students—which may I remind you are me and Lonnie—and C) the spell made her
super, inexplicably,desperately horny for Jane?”
Mal sucked in a breath, and reluctantly stepped in with Evie, one hand raised
in front of her like the Old London policemen did their guns.
Evie smiled as she came up beside her. “There, now was that so hard?” She
asked.
WHAM!
The door slammed shut, little clouds of blue energy dissipating into the air.
All that could be seen in the dark was Mal's eyes, glowing green in full alert.
She tried to scan their surroundings, look for danger, but by then, it was
fartoo late.
She felt a blast of magic hit her full on—a combination force and sleep spell
from the way it knocked the air out of her lungs, forced her to her knees, and
made the world suddenly seem so hazy as her head hit the plush carpeting of
Jane's floor.
She was vaguely aware of someone walking up to her then kneeling down beside
her before everything went dark...
===============================================================================
Earlier that night…
“Well, this was a bust,” Lonnie said as she scraped their black, burnt, and
blue cookies off the tray and into the bin.
Jane turned her eyes down as she sheepishly lowered her spellcasting arm.
“Sorry...”
“It's cool, Jane!” Lonnie said as she dislodged a particularly stubborn cookie.
“You did say you never tried the spell for real!” She continued as she gathered
up the utensils and the bowl they'd used, then headed to the sink.
“I think we have enough ingredients to try again!” Jane said. “Only not a full
batch… and it'll have to be the non-magical way...”
“How about we just clean up, then raid the kitchen and see if someone left
something good behind?” Lonnie asked as she turned the sink on and dunked the
pan in some hot water.
“Okay...” Jane said as she started wiping up the stray bits of flour on the
counter.
The two of them cleaned up and put everything back to their proper place in no
time; trying to look for leftover treats however, was proving to be a long and
grueling ordeal. They checked the cupboards for leftover Oreos, Reeses, and
M&M's, but found none; they checked the cabinets for treats like peanut
brittle, fruits, and maybe even some bread, but there was either none or it had
notes that declared them off-limits; even the fridge and their freezer resulted
in similar disappointment, with whatever they could take so far unclaimed for
verygood reason.
Jane sighed as she peered into the fridge beside Lonnie. “Maybe we should just
skip the snacks tonight...” she mumbled.
Lonnie was about to agree, before she noticed something purple, alluring, and
most definitely sweet hiding all the way at the very back. “Hello, what's
this…?” she muttered as she stuck her head further in, moving a jar of
something and a frozen bag of biscuits to the side.
Jane looked on in curiosity, her eyes widening when she saw the handwriting on
the card neatly laying atop Lonnie's discovery.
“I do believe I have found tonight's treats!” She said as she pulled out a tray
of purple, heart-shaped cupcakes.
Normally, Jane was a very quiet, shy, and reserved person; but certain things
could flip that on its head—like, say, anyone suggesting stealing something
from Mal.
“PUT THEM BACK!” Jane screamed, frantically trying to grab Lonnie's arms.
“Woah! Jane! Easy!” Lonnie cried as she tried to dodge her and keep the
cupcakes safe.
“Read the card: DO NOT EAT – MAL!” Jane cried. She noticed how dangerously
close she had come to squishing one of the cupcakes, no matter how slightly,
stopped her struggle, then carefully pulled away. “Those are probably for Ben,
and she'll probably get reallymad if we take one of them!”
Lonnie nodded. “Okay, you've got me on that...”
Jane relaxed.
“… But,count these cupcakes: there's only eleven of them. Which means that Evie
ate one of them, and last I saw, Mal hadn't turned her into a newt or something
else, hadn't she?” Lonnie continued as she pulled out the tray.
“That's because she's sick.” Jane paused. “Maybe because of those cupcakes.”
Lonnie laughed as she shut the fridge door with her hip. “Seriously, Jane?
Mal's changed; you know she won't do anything like bake cupcakes that make
people sick—especiallyif these are supposed to be for Ben.”
“Well, yeah, but--”
“Plus, we're her friends,” Lonnie butted in. “And if she doesraise a stink
about us taking some of these? We'll just help her make new ones. She'll
understand—and if she doesn't, we can always count on Ben to help bail us out.”
Jane looked at Lonnie in a mix of disbelief and mild annoyance. “… I still
don't think we should take any.”
“And I think I'm going to do just that, by myself!” Lonnie said as she set the
tray down on the counter, casually set the card aside, and pulled back the
wrapping.
Jane crossed her arms and tried to give her the Disappointed Look her mother
was so fond of, but it quickly faltered as she watched Lonnie take one of the
cupcakes and start eating it. Those thinks looked good.And from the way Lonnie
was veryclearly enjoying them verymuch,probably tasted even better.
Her eyes slowly widened and her lips parted into a small “o” as Lonnie moaned
in pleasure, she put her half-eaten cucpcake right up to her lips so she could
suck and lick out the filling. Quite eagerly. And with some… interestingnoises
that, if she couldn't see her with her own eyes, she might have thought she was
doing something verydifferent from enjoying a particularly good cupcake.
After two more generous bites, Lonnie crammed the last of her cupcake into her
mouth, a dreamy look in her eyes as she chewed it up. She swallowed slowly, and
Jane could have sworn she heard her let out a particularly loud and lewd
sounding moan afterward. “Oh man, Jane, you have seriouslygot to try one of
these—even if Mal gets mad, it'll have been so worth it.” Her hand strayed back
to the tray, before she pulled it back with a sudden burst of willpower. “I'm
heading back to your room, I think I might just eat all of these if I stay any
longer...” She giggled as she left, her cheeks flushed and a happy smile on her
face.
Jane frowned as she watched her go, the kitchen's double doors swinging in her
wake. Then she turned her attention back to the cupcakes, still unwrapped, and
laying attractively, temptinglyon the counter.
The Good part of Jane told her the right thing: wrap them again, put the card
back on, and put the tray back in the fridge. Apologizing to Mal for Lonnie's
theft would be dealt with later.
However, the Not-So-Good part of Jane piped up and told her this: whatever
explanation they did have, unless they had an olive branch of a self-
regenerating strawberry that was the freshest, juiciest, tastiest one of its
kind now and forever or something just as good, Mal would be seriouslypissed
off at the both of them—Lonnie for doing the eating one of her cupcakes, Jane
for not doing enough to stop her.
She sighed as she picked up a cupcake, set it to the side, and pulled the
plastic wrap over the remaining nine. If she was going to get in trouble no
matter what she did, she wanted a cupcake too, damn it.
===============================================================================
With thanks to her social anxiety and a lot of string-pulling by and redeemed
favours from her mother, Jane had a room all to herself. It was, obviously, a
lot smaller than the standard two person bedrooms and not even close to the
size of Audrey's own exclusive bedroom, capable only of containing a bed, a
single closet, a study desk, a wall-mounted TV of decent enough size for her
one game system, a very small mini-fridge, and a small table that could fit a
party of four and only if no one spread themselves out too wide. But it also
had its own private bathroom and a (tiny, relative to everyone else's) walk-in
closet, and even if it didn't have these last two bonuses, the privacy was more
than worth it.
Jane was very protective and proud of her personal sanctuary. She didn't mind
that it was quite a long distance away from any of her classes and even most of
Auradon Prep—that just gave her a great excuse to exercise each day, no
excuses. She didn't mind that the hallways leading up to it were almost always
abandoned, seeing as live-in staff had phased out along with Auradon Prep's old
existence as a regular castle—that just meant she could easily retreat to her
safe haven without having to worry about making plans to avoid seeing people or
being reminded of whatever it was that caused her to make a getaway in the
first place. She didn't mind that most everyone didn't want to have a sleepover
at her place, even for discrete teenaged hijinks, because even if it wasa safe
haven away from adult supervision and eavesdropping ears, she wasstill the
daughter of the headmistress—that just meant that she was free to do almost
everything she pleased within these cozy four walls, and people would never,
everknow.
That didn't mean she never took the initiative and invited people over,
though—Jane was an introvert, not a total recluse. It was just that she
preferred her hanging out in private, quiet places, where there wasn't a risk
of anyone joining in and adding to the numbers unexpectedly, making their own
invitations and barging in, and they could have nice, quiet mornings,
afternoons, or evenings doing nice, quiet things…
“AARRRGGHHHH!” Lord Killaman, the troll leader screamed.
… Or sometimes not-so-quiet, but still very nice things.
The giant beast dropped the massive tree trunk it was using as a club with a
mighty thud, before it fell back to the ground and caused a more massive
impact. Jane smiled as her and Lonnie's avatars did their victory poses as the
screen tallied how many monsters they had slain, how much loot they had
grabbed, and how many innocents they had rescued from unpleasant fates, among
other statistics.
The smile disappeared when she noted the numbers on Lonnie's “Damage Taken,”
and “Highest Combo.”
As the melee in their “melee and magic” duo, it was inevitable that Lonnie
would be happily meeting many enemies attacks and projectiles head-on, but even
then, she was a master at the art of evasion, and using the game's parry
mechanic and combo system to ensure that once she had negated an attack with
her own, there was little chance that the enemy would be able to retaliate
before they were done in by the ensuing flurry of blows.
There was only thing that could destroy Lonnie's legendary hack 'n' slash
skills: being distracted by Something Very Serious, capitalization intended.
Lonnie automatically voted on “Next Stage!” while Jane just let the timer run
out and had their avatars automatically sent back to town. Lonnie looked on in
confusion and turned to Jane. “Had enough monster slaying and dude/damsel
rescuing?” she asked.
“What's bothering you, Lonnie?” Jane asked as she put her controller down on
her bedspread.
“Nothing, nothing's wrong!” Lonnie said, before her cheeks suddenly turned red,
and she turned her head back to the TV with unusual focus on the TV—especially
strange because they had long set up their “One Button” macro that let them do
all the junk selling, gear repairing, and health/mana potion and buff item
restocking in a few seconds.
Jane frowned. “Yes, something is; we've killed Lord Killaman hundreds of times,
you could probably solo the whole fight with your eyes closed, and yet you got
caught in his ground-pound thrice. I was doing that from muscle memory!”
Lonnie shrugged. “I guess it might be fun to hold back and get a little damaged
this time...?” She offered.
Normally, Jane would have let that go, but there was always something about her
room that made her just a little bit more daring and a little less willing to
bow her head and stand to the side. She put down her controller and held out
her hands.
“Blind to eye, and deaf to ear/ make me now except to those near!”
Blue magic poured down from her fingers, spreading out all over the floors,
crawling up the walls, shutting the windows and locking the door on their way
up to the ceiling. Lonnie looked up as the trails of magic converged on the
center of Jane's room, before they fell down like a light rain of snowflakes.
“Wow, I never knew you got this good...” She mumbled as the powder blue mist
twinkled one last time before they disappeared.
Jane shrugged. “It's touch and go… so, we've got total privacy now...” She
looked at Lonnie expectantly.
Lonnie tightened her grip on her controller.
Jane leaned in and looked her in the eyes. “Lonnie, you know you can trust me.
I won't say anything to anyone.”
Lonnie's cheeks turned even brighter red. “Have you ever been kissed?” She
blurted. “… Because I haven't.”
Jane blinked and pulled away. “… I'm sorry, what?”
“Have you ever been kissed? You know, not in the 'your mother kissing you
goodnight,' way, the 'boy kissing you on the lips' kind.” Lonnie paused. “Or
girl, you know, if you swing that way, too.”
Jane's own cheeks turned red. Did Lonnie just say “too”...?
“You don't have to answer.” Lonnie said quickly. “As a matter of fact, we can
just forget this whole thing ever happened!”
There was suddenly an extremely awkward silence between them. Lonnie bit her
lip and looked down, Jane looked away and focused on the carpet of her room.
“… I've never been kissed, either. In the 'girl kissing me on the lips kind.' …
Because I think I kinda swing that way, too.”
“… Do you want to try?”
Jane blinked. She slowly turned back to Lonnie and found her no longer hanging
her head in shame and embarrassment; now she was sitting straight up and
eagerly looking at her in excitement and… something else Jane couldn't really
pin.
Jane unconsciously leaned away. “I'm sorry…?”
Lonnie leaned in. “Do you want to try kissing? Like each other, on the lips…?”
Jane's own cheeks turned red, much faster and much brighter than Lonnie's had.
“I… um...”
“You cast that privacy spell, right? And it's not like the other girls haven't
done it—I heard Audrey totally tried it out with someone after she and Ben
broke up. … plus, we could always just pretend it never happened after...”
Jane quietly mulled it over in her head. Two seconds later, she lunged forward,
pressing her lips right up to Lonnie. She squeaked, her eyes widening, before
she relaxed, closed her eyes, and started kissing Jane back.
They'd both read, watched, and listened to all manner of first kisses, about
how magical it was, how perfect it was, and how they should definitely wait for
the right person to do it with, not a friend or a classmate you struck a deal
with only so you could say that you did.
Their first kiss was farfrom perfect, their lips moving clumsily against each
other, slipping off until at one point Jane was pretty sure she was kissing the
side of Lonnie's cheek, and she the skin right below her lower lip, but it was
most definitelymagical.
Jane felt that “butterflies in your stomach” sensation, her gut feeling light
and funny, the sensations surging up to her head and making her giddy like
Lonnie was after she ate that cupcake. Then, Lonnie pushed forward quite a bit
more, slowly coaxing Jane down onto her bed with one hand on her lower back,
the other slowly spreading out on her stomach and crawling up to her chest. The
sensation of butterflies changed, replaced by a familiar tingling between her
legs…
Jane pulled away, hands scrabbling for purchase on her bedspread. Lonnie
cringed, lips turned into a frown, eyes full of concern.
“Too fast...?” She asked.
Jane shook her head. She awkwardly set herself further back on her bed, spread
her legs open, and hiked her dress up till one of her thighs was bare.
Lonnie stared, Jane smiled sheepishly at her, worry in her eyes.
Then, Lonnie smiled back at her. “Panties on, or off...?” She purred as she
crawled into Jane's lap, hips raised up as her hands undid the sash on her
waist.
Jane's mouth fell open, her cheeks turning completely red while beads of sweat
started pouring down her head.
“… Off, please.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Jane's mother had always described falling in love as something out one of the
many stories Auradon's royals starred in; her favourite was the one where Jane
would meet an alluring stranger or see a friend in a new light at a ball, the
two of them would engage in delightfully awkward conversation, they would dance
the night away, unaware of anyone else but the two of them, before they giddily
retreated to a quiet corner or an abandoned balcony.
There was always a curiously large amount of excruciating detail when she
described the kiss, the butterflies in both their stomachs as one or the both
of them leaned in to close the distance between them, the pounding of their
hearts as they threatened to jump right out of their chests, the ways their
palms would get sweaty and the temperature would suddenly turn up dramatically,
before that magical moment when their lips met the warm, welcoming softness of
the other's, and they'd become lost in their own little world, one where they
could only feel their lover's hands holding them close, the scent of their
cologne (“or perfume, as it might be in your case!” her mother always quickly
added), and the heat of their body, so close to yours its hard to tell where
one began and the other ended.
How she actuallyfell in love was something straight out of the many
pornographic videos she'd watched, or one of the many brazen, shamelessly
smutty novels and stories she'd read in print or on the internet; no ball, no
fancy dresses, no hours upon hours of courtship and innocent acts, just an
awkward conversation about if they'd ever been kissed that quickly led to them
furiously, sloppily making out, loosening dresses and taking off bras while
Lonnie ground herself on Jane's bare thigh, her panties stretched out between
her ankles.
Their kiss was farfrom chaste, no hesitation as they moved their lips against
each other, opened them and eagerly welcomed the other's tongue, warm, wet, and
all-too ready to explore the inside of the other's mouth, getting to know their
unique taste before they blended so well it was hard to tell who was in whose
mouth by that alone. The distance between them was non-existent, only enough
space between them so they could press their breasts against the other, get the
luxurious silk of Lonnie's dress caressing her pink tips till they were swollen
and stiff, the downy cotton of Jane's dress doing the same to hers. Neither
cared much for how wet their palms were getting, Jane too focused on how
completely soaked in warm, wet arousal her panties were, Lonnie leaking and
gushing all over her thigh till it was covered slick, rivulets dripping down to
a fast-growing dark spot on the bedspread below them.
About the only things that were the same from her mother's description was that
they were lost in their own little world, one where Jane could only feel
Lonnie's hands were firmly gripping her shoulders for support while she
desperately clutched fistfuls of her sheets to keep them steady, smell Lonnie's
deodorant working overtime to try to mask the ever stronger scent of her sweat,
the mingling of their shampoos' scents—one fierce and spicy, the other mild and
gentle—and feel the heat of her body, from her skin and especially from her
soaking wet folds.
No matter how much her mother espoused the former as the most perfect scenario
every girl should aspire for, Jane really rather preferred the latter.
Lonnie pulled away, a thick string of spit between her lips and Jane's. “Fuck,
Jane...” she moaned in between her shallow, needy pants. “Finger me…
please!”She whimpered as she raised her hips up from Jane's thigh, hot arousal
dripping from her slit, her inner thighs covered with it.
Jane frowned. “ A-are you sure?  I don't think I'm very-- ”
Lonnie wrenched one of her hands off Jane's shoulder and grabbed her wrist with
it. She gently pulled it between her legs, then looked up at Jane with
pleading, desperate eyes, her lips trembling.
Jane could feel the heat from Lonnie's folds, feel her warm arousal dripping
down onto her hand. She gulped, put her trembling fingers to Lonnie's slit, and
started rubbing up and down her length.
She shivered in pleasure. “Yes...~” Lonnie moaned. “Just like that...” She
whimpered as she brought her other hand back up to Jane's shoulder.
Jane bit her lip; she thought of  warning Lonnie,  before she decided to just
keep doing it, quickening her pace ,  her fingers fast  growing slick and
dripping wet with her arousal,  eventually settling into a steady tempo that
seemed to work best for Lonnie.
She started panting even faster, moaning and whimpering as she gushed all over
Jane's hand. “C-clit!” She whispered.
Jane let go of her bedspread, brought her other hand between Lonnie's legs,
circled her fingers around her swollen, throbbing clit .
Lonnie shrieked again, her whole body stiffening for a moment. “T-there!” She
whispered breathlessly. “D-don't stop…!”
Jane didn't, her dripping wet fingers gliding up and down Lonnie's slit, her
other hand still playing with clit, more and more of Lonnie's arousal pouring
down her palm and dripping onto her bed, the fingers on her shoulders digging
in deeper until finally, she came.
If the privacy spell hadn't been active, Lonnie's scream would have probably
alerted everyone within the  one block radius, at the least .  Jane  reeled
from the sheer volume,  but  thankfully, Lonnie could only do it for so long,
quickly  quiet ing  down to shallow pants and quiet whimpers as she  trembled
and gushed all over Jane's hand.
Lonnie's orgasm started to fade; she sucked in a breath,  leaned to the side
and collapsed on the  space  beside Jane. “That was  wicked ...” She moaned, a
dreamy, far-off look in her eyes.
J ane looked at her hand, soaking wet, clear, warm  arousal dripping from her
fingers and her palm, and slowly making its way down her wrist.
Lonnie spent a few moments trying her breathing back to normal. “Just give me a
few minutes…” She mumbled. “Then, it'll be your turn...~” She giggled.
If Jane's cheeks still weren't completely red, she would have blushed. “Um…
actually… could we do something... differentfor me?” She asked.
Lonnie rolled onto her back and looked up at Jane with interest, silently
saying, “I'm listening…”
Jane looked away. “It's um… it's… really weird, and reallykinky, and I'm
totally cool if you say no--”
“I'm game,” Lonnie said.
Jane blinked. “… Y-you are…?”
“On one condition...” Her lips parted and her eyes moseyed on over to Jane's
soaking wet hand.
Jane blinked. “Oh, um, sure… should I just…?” She trailed away and just lowered
her hand into Lonnie's mouth.
She wasted no time, her tongue eagerly lashing at Jane's fingers before she
wrapped her lips around them and started licking and sucking, moaning and
giggling, before swallowing with much more noise than was necessary. Jane felt
herself getting aroused all over again as she dipped each finger into Lonnie's
mouth in turn, held her palm up to her lips, before she finally pulled back her
hand, clean of arousal but now dripping with warm saliva.
L onnie slowly  licked  her lips as Jane pulled  her hand  away, a  sly look in
her eyes. “Just let me know if you want some next time; I taste  pretty damn
good,  if I do say so myself ...” She purred.
Jane nodded as she got off the bed. “I… okay...” She slowly started towards her
closet, before she stopped, grabbed one of her pillows, and handed it to
Lonnie.
“What's this for?” Lonnie asked.
“It's for, um… if you get... bored, since I might be a while...” Jane replied,
before she looked away.
“… You sure about that, Jane?” Lonnie asked.
Jane nodded. “It's not the first time I've done that with it...”
Lonnie's eyes widened, before she chuckled. “Goodness, that is  so fucking  hot
.”
Jane quickly fled to her closet while Lonnie contemplated whether or not to use
the pillow. She turned on the light, locked the door behind her, and ventured
past the racks of clothes on either side and the odd piles of things left in
the space between, to the very back. She carefully peeled off the poster for
the boyband she didn't really listen to, and dug into her secret stash.
Before Auradon Prep was a school, it was a castle, and with it came the usual
amenities: numerous bedrooms for family, distinguished visitors, and staff;
vast storerooms for treasures and everyday supplies; and of course, no shortage
of secret entrances and escape tunnels for getting out in a hurry or discretely
moving about. Most of them had already been collapsed or filled in, but some of
them were simply walled off, and with some know-how and a lot of patient
digging, you could  open up a very convenient niche for storing things you'd
rather people didn't know you owned.
Jane stored all of her erotic novels and pornographic magazines here, along
with the racier, more daring, and far less conservative outfits she owned, but
the one that took up the most space and was by far the most important thing to
hide from the adults was her Trunk (capital T intended).
She sucked in a breath, looked over her shoulder  to make sure the door was
still locked and secured , then  she undid the numerous combination locks  on
it . Mechanism after mechanism clicked and disengaged, before Jane pulled the
metal  padlocks  off and let  them  fall to the floor with dull thuds. She  put
both her hands on the lid,  and lifted .
The most obvious contents would have been her sex toy s —vibrators, dildos, and
a few more specialized  devices— accessories  to those toys like  suction cups,
tape,  and the occasional clamp ; and lots  and lots  of bottles of lube,
water or silicone based. Digging a little deeper under that, however, you'd
find cuffs  and ties , a spreader bar, and different types of gags from rings
to silky soft cloths, and even  deeper  than that, a box.
It was a simple, nondescript, hard cardboard box with a soft velvet lining in a
deep, sensual red. Jane had only ever opened it once, and that was to see if
all of the contents were in there as promised. She'd never even used them once,
vividly remembering how she had measured herself three times to make sure that
it would absolutely be to her size, no need to put it on and see if it actually
fits.
But now, it was finally time to use it.
… Or was it? Jane frowned as she stared at the box, still inside the trunk with
the toys and bondage equipment brushed to the side. Lonnie had said she was
game for whatever it was that Jane wanted to do, but would she cross her line
with this? There was a very good chance that she'd ruin the mood, make the
aftermath of Lonnie's intense orgasm awkward and unpleasant, and Jane
absolutely didnot want to be the one who had marred an otherwise amazing night.
And there was also the fact that she might have grown a little fatter or a
little thinner since she'd bought it, and they wouldn't fit her any longer.
She sighed, and was about to close the lid and leave the box down there once
more. Then, her eyes just happened to graze on one of the covers of her erotic
novels. It was on the very top of the pile for a reason—it was her favourite,
the one that had introduced her to a verydifferent world than the ones of busty
heroines with dashing, muscularly built studs, or two extremely attractive
women just having passionate, clothes-ripping but otherwise vanilla sex, and
its cover was what she had in mind when she ordered the package in the first
place.
One of the character's words echoed in her head, who they were forgotten, but
that they lead the heroine into this brand new world, and Jane went along with
her:
“My dear, how will you ever know if you don't try?”
Jane removed her hands from the lid and pulled out the box. There was no dust
on it, no damage, that trunk was far too sturdy and the tunnel weatherproof.
Its contents were still fresh, looking exactly like they had that night so long
ago when she first smuggled it into her room. She dearly hoped it would still
fit her as she set it down on a nearby shelf, turned around to face the body-
length mirror on the back of the door, and started stripping.
The whole thing still fit her perfectly, which was about the only good thing
about the situation. How Lonnie would react was still up in the air, and she
would get in serious trouble whatever happened as she had to use magic to clean
herself up, cool down her arousal quite a bit, and fix her hair and apply some
make-up.
But, if all went well, no one but them would ever know.
Jane tugged and fitted, until everything was in place, not a wrinkle to be
seen, what little fabric there was covering what was meant to be covered, and
all was perfectly symmetrical. Then, she slowly turned around and looked at
herself in the mirror.
The crowning feature of her outfit would be the bustier, baby blue with snow
white frills, her breasts covered just enough to be decent, while still showing
off the tops, and her vastly improved cleavage. Next to that would have been
her thong, the same baby blue and snow white but in intricately woven lace,
just opaque enough to hide her skin, but transparent enough to tease—from the
front, at least, since the back of it left very little to the imagination. She
wore a collar around her neck, with a bowtie up front; they were both pink, the
same shade as the streaks in her hair, the same shade as the lipstick she now
wore.
Jane sucked in a breath, and looked herself square in the eyes. “You can do
this,” she said quietly. “You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen in my
life. And you're going to go out there, seduce Lonnie, and have some
moreamazing sex.”
With one last check to see if her hair was the right level of fixed but
slightly disheveled she needed it to be, she unlocked the door, and opened it
enough to peer out.
She could hear the sounds of the game from earlier filtering in, see Lonnie
sitting cross-legged on her bed with her “special” pillow on her lap, and her
controller back in her hands. She cheered as she seemed to slay a particularly
difficult monster with yet another epic combo.
Jane cleared her throat.
Lonnie paused her game and turned to her. “Hey Jane! Ready to show me what it
is you wanted to do?”
Fear rooted Jane to the floor. “Close the door,”it said. “It's all going to go
terribly.”
She sucked in a breath. “Promise you won't freak out…?” She asked.
Lonnie smiled in amusement, but quickly put on a serious face as she crossed
her heart.
Jane slowly opened the door and stepped out just as carefully, hoping to high
hell that she wouldn't trip in these heels.
The controller fell out of Lonnie's hands. Her jaw fell, her eyes widened. Jane
was very aware that her gaze was firmly locked on her, following her every
movement.
Jane blushed but kept her head high, didn't look away, bow, or scamper away.
“Do you like it…?” She asked.
Lonnie put her jaw back into place and grinned. “Loveit.”
Jane blinked in surprise, before her lips slowly spread out into their own
grin.
Lonnie tossed her controller to the side along with the pillow; Jane was rather
pleased to note she wasn't wearing underwear anymore. “So, how exactly are we
doing this?” She asked as she shifted about and faced Jane.
“First, with a really important discussion,” Jane said as she walked up and sat
on the edge of her bed. “Do you know what BDSM is?”
Lonnie nodded. “You mean when people dress up in tight leather clothes, tie
each other up, and someone whips them until they get off?”
“Well, yes, that's one of the more popularly known kinds, but it's really more
about, well, power and control.”
“That dom/sub thing?”
“Yes. Dominants get to order their submissives around, make them do whatever it
is they please, and submissives do their best to obey—well, within the terms of
their agreement and limits, anyway.”
“Lost here, Jane,” Lonnie said. “Mind explaining for me?” She smiled.
Jane sucked in a breath. “It's going to be a long conversation, you sure?”
“Hey, if it involves you being in that outfit, I'm allfor it.”
Jane smiled, then frowned. “I'm going to be up front with you: I want to turn
you into my own personal sex slave for a while, do horrible, naughty things to
you like force you to strip, pose for me, use sex toys on you, spank you… among
other things.”
Lonnie smiled playfully and leaned in. “To be honest, Jane, that sounds
reallyfucking hot.”
Jane blushed, and grinned. “You're going to need a safeword—code for 'Stop.'
Mine's 'teacup.'”
***** Chapter 3 *****
“Safeword?” Jane asked as she set a smaller box of sex toys and other related
accessories on her bedside table.
“'Honour,'” Lonnie replied with a mischievous smile on her face.
“And you're sureyou can say that without me mistaking it for something else?”
Jane continued as she double checked the contents, especially the lube.
“Prettysure about that.”
“And you're still sureyou want me to just do whatever I want with you?” Jane
asked as she closed the box. “Because I'm not going to do anything too extreme,
but believe me, things might get reallyweird or uncomfortable at some point.”
“That's what the safeword is for, isn't it?”
“Yes, but generally, you don't want to be using it in the first place.”
Lonnie playfully rolled her eyes. “Look, Jane, we're best friends: if something
does go wrong, we can both just pretend that tonight never happened. Well,
everything after me grinding on your lap and that kickass orgasm, at least—not
gonna forget thatanytime soon,” she chuckled.
Jane blushed. “Alright. So are you--”
Lonnie shot her a look.
Jane winced. “… Right.” She took deep breaths and let them out slowly, relaxing
herself, before she stood up a little prouder than usual, and the look in her
eyes changed from nervous and uncertain to steely yet sensual.
She strode towards Lonnie with slow, deliberate steps, letting her heels sink
into her plush carpeting and putting more sway into her hips than was
necessary. The effect would have been better if her floors were hard enough to
hear them clack, but from the way Lonnie was eagerly following her with her
eyes, using the extra inches she had on her for her pleasure, Jane figured she
had nothing to worry about.
She  put herself right up to Lonnie,  barely any space  between them.  “ Now
that we're ready to begin...” she purred as her hand slowly made its way up to
her chest. “Strip.” She grabbed one of the flaps of Lonnie's dress. “ And do it
s lowly...” she purred as she pulled it just a little off her shoulder.
Lonnie blushed, and giggled. “As you wish, Jane—I mean, mistress.”
Jane purs ed  her lip and g ave  Lonnie her hardest, steeliest look. Whether
she was pretending or not,  it made her  than a little intimidated and nervous.
“You're new to this, so I'll let that go once.” Jane leaned in just a little
bit closer, a bit of her teeth flashing. “But if you do that again, there
willbe consequences, and they'll be anything but pleasant.”
Lonnie  gulped . “I, uh...  yes, mistress.”
Jane smirked. “Good—at least you learn quickly...” The look on her face
softened. “Too much?” She whispered.
“No, keep going!” Lonnie whispered back. “I'm not gonna lie, that was pretty
hot!”
Jane smiled, her eyes shining before  they grew  steely once more. “ Enough
wasting my time — strip . And for  your sake,  please,  make it good,”  she
said  before  she spun on her heel, strode over to her bed,  and perched
herself on one of the posts, arms crossed over her chest and an expectant,
stern  look on her face.
Lonnie pulled the flaps of her dress loose, and shrugged them off,  shoulders
and the straps of her bra were bared.  She kept on slipping them down,
revealing more and more skin, Jane eagerly watching, struggling between keeping
her steely facade with how much she was enjoying the show. Her dress fall past
her elbows, before she pulled it back up and bunched up  in front of her
breasts.
S he smiled at Jane.
Jane chuckled. “Tease. Keep going...”
“Yes, mistress,” Lonnie hummed, turning around slowly as she let the dress fall
lower and lower.
Jane sucked in a breath as she saw Lonnie's white cotton bra and her breasts
nestled within. She bit her lip at the sight her stomach, flat and well-toned
from all that exercise. When the dress fell off completely, showing off
Lonnie's matching panties, her thick and muscular thighs, and the noticeable
gap between them, she felt a bead of sweat form on her head as her throat
started to feel rather dry.
Lonnie picked her dress off the floor with her foot. “Like what you see,
mistress?” She asked as she tossed it to the side.
“Very much!” Jane squeaked. She paused for a few moments to regain her
composure. “Now, let's see more of that exquisite body of yours—bra, off.”
Lonnie nodded. She reached behind her back, fiddling with the clasp off her bra
before she unsnapped it. It came loose, straps falling right off and the cups
coming with them before her hands grabbed them and held them up. She tossed
Jane a teasing smile over her shoulder, before she pulled her bra away with one
outstretched hand, and let it fall to the floor.
Jane  hummed with approval. “H ow  far can you bend ?”  She asked.
Lonnie chuckled. “The better question, mistress, is 'How far do you want me
to'?”
“Touching the floor without bending your knees?”
Lonnie smirked. “ Easy. ”  She  spread her legs,  raised her hands high up into
the air,  and bent forward  at the waist till her fingertips were sunk into the
carpet, and  her rear  was pushed out and on display , the fabric of her
panties clinging  onto  her toned cheeks.
She brushed handfuls of her hair to one side,  then  looked back at Jane. She
couldn't help but giggle as she saw her wide-eyed, open-mouthed expression,
complete with a bit of drool  running off the side of her lip.
“Should I take my panties off, mistress?” Lonnie asked.
“… Yes.” Jane replied. “Please, take your time...”
Lonnie smirked, bent upward at a more comfortable angle, and slipped her
fingers into the band of her panties. She slowly pulled them, revealing just a
little bit more of her rear with each second, teasingly pulling it back up
whenever she came close to exposing her more intimate parts, letting it stretch
and hang between her thighs for a while before she finally let it drop down to
her feet.
Jane blushed and stared at those firm, well-toned cheeks and the pink lips
between her legs; her mind flooded with all manner of thoughts and suggestions
about what to do to them, all farmore naughty and depraved than simply having
Lonnie grind and pleasure herself on her thigh once again.
She felt her face heating up, even hotter and faster than earlier when it was
actually happening. She may have leaked all over her thigh and her bed, let
Jane touch it and pleasure her to climax, but there was just something
intenselyintimate about actually getting to see it, know that she was free to
do most anything she wanted to Lonnie besides…
“Like what you see, mistress...?” Lonnie asked again, a lot less confident and
cheeks burning a birght red.
Jane bit her lip and quietly sucked in a breath. “Verymuch… now, stand up, and
let me get a good look at all of you. Don't hide anything from me now,” she
purred as she strode towards her.
Lonnie obeyed, grinning as she bent back up and turned around to face Jane,
hands clasped behind her back, chest thrust out to better show off her
breasts—perky, not the most impressive pair, but wonderful all the same to
Jane.
She resisted the urge to grin back, putting on a look of serious concentration
as she slowly circled around Lonnie, studying every inch of her toned,
muscular, naked body. “And here I was thinking you couldn't get any sexier than
when your in your swimsuit…” she said with a chuckle.
Lonnie blushed even harder. “Yeah, I, uh, noticed how much you liked me in it,
mistress...” she mumbled.
Jane stopped for a moment, before pursed her lip. “Hmm, what to do, what to
do…?” She said to herself as she came back around to Lonnie's front. “So many
things I can do to you and this stunning body of yours...” she reached out and
grabbed her chin, gently coaxing her to look her in the eyes.
“Should I lay you down on my bed, put those pretty pink lips of yours between
my legs, and see if kissing isn't the only thing you can do well...?”
Her fingers brushed her chin, slowly making their way down to her chest. “Or
should I play with your breasts? Squeeze them, tease them, lick them, suck
them, see if I can make you cum from just that?” Jane continued as her finger
made lazy circles around each mound.
 She brought her finger    down    to    her stomach and around her waist as
she    strode    behind Lonnie once more   . “Maybe I should just focus on this
fine   rear    of yours? Goodness knows you've done so much    work    to get
them...”
She brought both her hands to Lonnie's rear, tracing the curve of each cheek.
“Mmm, so shapely...”
Her fingers slowly sank into the warm flesh.
Lonnie whimpered, a shiver running down her spine, a familiar heat growing
between her legs.
“… And yet, still so soft...”
She leaned forward, resting her chin on Lonnie's shoulder, fingers running up
and down the curve of her rear. “Tell me, Lonnie: have you ever been spanked
before?”
Lonnie shook her head. “No, mistress.”
Smack.
It was just a light, experimental slap, nothing too hard, barely any redness to
the skin of Lonnie's rear, the noise more from Jane cupping her fingers than
anything else. But still, she yelped, jumping a little bit in surprise.
Jane frowned. “Did I hurt you…?”
Lonnie sheepishly looked at her. “Not in a bad way, mistress.”
The frown disappeared, replaced by a mischievous, excited smile. “Want me to do
it again?”
Lonnie bit her lip and nodded. She turned away in a mix of nervousness and
excitement as Jane reared her hand back again.
Smack! Smack!
A slap to each cheek, not much harder than earlier, but leaving a much more
noticeable mark on Lonnie's rump, alongside earning a much louder yelp from
her. Jane gently rubbed the sore spots, she hissed and whimpered.
“Too much?” Jane asked.
Lonnie quickly shook her head.
“You don't have to do anything you don't want to just because I want it,
Lonnie,” Jane said as she kept on rubbing.
Lonnie reached behind her and grabbed Jane's wrist, bringing her hand off her
rear and between her legs. Jane felt a familiar heat coming from her folds, and
quitea bit of wetness as she pressed her fingers up to it.
Jane chuckled. “Well, in that case then… let's get you in a better position for
this~.”
She lead Lonnie back to her bed, laying her down on her stomach, a pillow to
rest her head on and a second one to raise her rear up into the air.
“Comfortable?” Jane asked as she stood beside her. “Because when I'm done with
you, you're definitelynot going to be able to sleep on your back for a
longwhile.”
Lonnie threw her a smile and a thumbs up.
Jane smiled back. “Brace yourself, then.”
She turned her head back and clutched the pillow in her hands.
Jane turned her eyes back to Lonnie's rear, a little pink, but still mostly its
usual creamy, brown. She laid both hands on it, gently running her fingers up
and down its fine curve, before she spanked both cheeks at once.
She grinned as she heard a satisfying smack, and a sharp cry from Lonnie.
“Oh, I can't wait to hear you when I get serious...” Jane purred, before she
reared her hand back and started spanking her again and again.
Lonnie squirmed and yelped with each hit, wilder and louder as her skin began
to get covered all over in pink welts. Her fingers sank deeper into the pillow,
nails digging into the cover and stretching it out.
Jane suddenly stopped and sank both her fingers into Lonnie's ass, eagerly
squeezing and playing with them. “Enjoying yourself…?” She purred.
Lonnie let out a pained whimper, and a moan that sounded vaguely like “Yes.”
Jane let go, slipping her fingers down between her legs and onto her folds.
“Soaking wet...” she chuckled as she rubbed up and down her length, feeling her
hand get coated slick in her hot arousal once more.
She lowered her fingers even further to her clit, the little nub of flesh now
swollen and red, begging for attention. Jane slowly rubbed around it in
circles, Lonnie squirmed and moaned, burying her face in the pillow, her voice
barely muffled. Jane brought her other hand to her folds, getting her other
fingers dripping wet before she slipped one in, and started pumping it in and
out of her.
Lonnie pulled her mouth out of the pillow. “Yes...”she moaned. “Don't
stop—please!” She whimpered as she gushed and leaked all over Jane's palm.
She quickened her pace, adding another finger, adjusting her speed till she
found the tempo that drove Lonnie wild, made her writhe the most and moan the
loudest, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm--
--Then she stopped, calmly pulling her dripping hands away.
Lonnie looked back, panic replacing the lust in her eyes. “Jane…?” she
whimpered.
“Not yet~” She purred as she brought her fingers to her lips.
Lonnie could only watch and whimper as Jane sucked and licked her fingers
clean.
“Mmmf...” Jane shivered and moaned at the taste of Lonnie's arousal. “Even
betterthan I expected… and to think, earlier you just let this gush all over my
thigh than all over my tongue… what a waste...”
Lonnie frowned in worry.
Jane chuckled as she reached down and undid the straps of her heels. “Don't
worry, I won't hold that against you,” she said as she climbed onto the bed
with her. “This time, at least.”
She knelt between one of Lonnie's legs, shifting and leaning down till she was
sure she could comfortably put her face right up to her rear, it skin still
glowing bright pink. Lonnie saw her readying her hand, buried her face back
into the pillow, and braced herself.
SMACK!
Lonnie nearly screamed, writhing much more violently than earlier, the new welt
on her rear glowing a bright red. Jane frowned, and gently rubbed the freshly
spanked area, Lonnie hissed and squirmed.
“Was thattoo much?”
“A little...” Lonnie mumbled. “But don't stop—please…!”
Jane nodded, reared her hand back, and smacked her other cheek—not quite as
powerful as the first, but still leaving a stinging, red mark. Lonnie's breath
hitched, before she let out a long, satisfied moan.
“Better?” Jane asked.
“Fuck yes...”Lonnie hissed before she started to pant.
Jane grinned, and aimed her next strike, on the skin that was still pink or
brown.
The sounds of loud, powerful smacks filled the air, beaten only by the sound of
Lonnie's cries and whimpers with each strike. She buried her face into her
pillow to muffle her screams—even then, they could easily be heard. Every
handful of strikes, Jane grabbed her ass, caressing the stinging red skin,
squeezing her firm cheeks, her fingers straying down to her folds from time to
time, feeling just how wetshe was, her arousal pouring down her inner thighs
and soaking the pillow and the sheets below.
Jane spanked Lonnie's rear a few more times, making sure both sides were
glowing red all over with fresh, stinging welts, before she grabbed them, sank
her fingers in deep, and pulled them apart. She dove in and pressed her face
right up Lonnie's folds, coating her lips with her arousal before she pressed
her tongue to them.
She went slowly—deliberately, teasingly, painfully slowly, tongue flat on her
folds as it slid up her length, Lonnie squirming, whimpering, and begging as
she leaked all over it. Jane pulled back, licking her lips, moaning and
shivering as she relished Lonnie's taste, before she dove back in, eager for
more.
Lonnie started panting faster and faster. Her fingers ripped open the pillow's
cushions, she let go clutched at stuffing instead. She lifted her face up,
voice shaking and barely audible as she whispered, “Jane… please…!”
Jane pulled away, smiling to herself as Lonnie's hot arousal dripped down her
lips. She took her time moving down to Lonnie's clit, taking it into her mouth.
She gently sucked at it, the tip of her tongue just barely lapping at it,
sending huge shocks of pleasure running up Lonnie's spine, quickly pushing her
over the edge.
She came, much, muchharder than before, mind going blank, toes curling, wave
upon wave of pleasure running up her spine, arousal gushing and pouring from
her folds and all over Jane's waiting mouth. As her orgasm began to fade, she
let out a long, happy moan, her whole body going limp, and a verysatisfied look
coming over her face.
Jane let go of her rear and licked the arousal off her lips, wiping off the
rest on her palm. “Up for another round?”
Lonnie just let out a little, quiet noise, something that sounded kind of like
“No.”
Jane nodded and climbed off the bed. She spent the next few minutes helping
turn Lonnie over on her side to a more comfortable sleeping position, fetching
her several bottles water from her mini-fridge and helping her drink them,
before she pulled out a bottle of lotion and applied a generous layer of it all
over her rear.
Lonnie squirmed, hissed, and tensed up at first, before she let out a long,
happy sigh and relaxed.
“Anything else you need? Blanket? Extra pillows? Maybe a warm bath?” Jane asked
as she gently massaged the lotion into her skin.
“Nuh uh...” Lonnie muttered.
Jane  finished up,  stepped off the bed, and gave  Lonnie a  kiss on the cheek.
She blushed and giggled, her lips turning up into a smile. “We should do this a
lotmore often,” she murmured.
Jane smiled back. “Definitely.”
Lonnie fell asleep soon after, completely drained and extremelysatisfied.
However, Jane found that she couldn't say the same for herself; fantastic as
everything earlier, it just wasn't enough, and she wasn't about to wake Lonnie
up and force her into another round of hot, kinky sex her sake.
She sighed as she realized she'd just have to wait for the weekend—they
couldn't do this again tomorrow night, lest people get suspicious, they start
falling asleep in class, and someone might find out inadvertently. Maybe she'd
use that time think of all the things she wanted to try out with Lonnie now,
find out exactly what were those cupcakes of Mal's, try to get the recipe from
her to make them herself, replace the ones they'd stolen and have the rest on
hand for her own use.
A verywicked thought suddenly crossed Janes mind. Normally, she would have
shoved it right out and been horrified with herself for ever thinkingof it, but
she was in a verywicked mood then...
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
     I uh… things got really dark and kinky with this chapter, so warnings
     for Sexual Coercion, Blackmail, and Pet Play. I'm assuming since the
     plot of this is “Cupcakes that make people want to have sex with
     other people,” most of you will probably be fine with the first two,
     apologies for those bothered by the third.
Mal's evening of post-sex cuddling with Evie lasted for all of two hours, cut
fartoo short by the ringing of her phone.
It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't in her pants, left in a heap on the
floor several feet away from her, where it would was impossible to reach for
them without leaving the warmth and comfort of Evie's bed, and Evie herself.
She debated not answering and letting whoever was calling give up or decide to
try again at a less ungodly hour, but the ring tone she'd chosen was an
insistent, annoying, and loud alarm that only got worse the longer you ignored
it. Evie waking up and shooting her a dirty, annoyed look was the final bit of
motivation she needed to answer it.
Mal sighed and reluctantly untangled her limbs from her best friend—or possibly
girlfriend, she wasn't too sure what her heart was telling her now that her
libido had had its say in things—stumbled out of bed, and fished out her phone
from her pants.
“Who's calling?” Evie asked.
Mal looked at the screen. “Jane,” she replied, before she answered. “Hello,
you've reached Mal, it's 1 o' clock in the morning, and you have betterhave a
damn good reason for calling me.”
“Mal!”Jane cried. “Oh thank goodness—you've got to help me!”
Mal frowned. “With what?” Evie gestured for her to put her on speaker, and she
did.
“Oh, Mal, I'm really sorry, Lonnie and I took two of those cupcakes you made,
and she ate one of them! She was fine a few hours ago, but now she's acting
really--”
Evie frowned. “'Really' what…?”
Mal looked at her screen. “… She hung up...”
“… Or something happened to her.” Evie climbed out of her bed and headed to her
closet. “Get dressed, we're going to rescue Jane!”
Mal smiled nervously. “'Rescue' is over-exaggerating, don't you think? I'm sure
they can probably sort this out by themselves, like we did!”
Evie shot her a dirty look. “Mal, this is JANE we're talking about!” She yelled
as she tossed Mal a spare shirt and her jogging pants. “How do you think she's
going to react to Lonnie suddenly wanting to do her, badly? I can't even
imagine where she might be right now, or how she managed to make that call...”
“Maybe she's fine, and she just ran out of batteries?” Mal offered lamely.
Evie glared at her as she took off her clothes—all were lousy with the smell of
sex. Mal sheepishly looked down, and changed out out of her own suspect-
smelling clothes.
“Get your knockout spells loaded, in case we might need them,” Evie said as she
headed out the door in a tank top and pajama pants.
Mal did as she followed her out.
Evie started heading down the hall leading to Jane's room. Mal followed her,
before her eyes widened in realization and she headed down the opposite
direction.
“Mal, where are you going?!” Evie cried.
“Heading back to the kitchen!”
Evie scowled and lowered her voice. “Are those cupcakes really more important
than our friends?” She hissed.
“Yes, when they're in the fridge and we risk someone else finding them, and
repeating this whole fiasco nine more times!” Mal snapped back.
Evie's face fell in realization. “Right...”
They agreed to meet up again just outside Jane's room, before Mal bolted for
the kitchen. This late at night, it was abandoned, and the cupcakes were still
in the fridge, if now missing three out of a dozen—the one Evie ate, the one
Jane took, and the one Lonnie ate, too. Mal pulled it out and laid it on the
counter, hands hovering over it as she started chanting a spell:
“From these dim halls and moonlit night/ to my room, take these away!”
Green clouds of magic swirled around the tray, before it turned into a wisp of
smoke and rocketed out of the kitchen, roaring through the air to her and
Evie's room. That problem solved, she made for Jane's room.
The hallway leading up to it was always quiet, but tonight, that silence was
loaded with unease and worry. Even if there were only storage rooms for
seasonal decorations and unusual, rarely used props and supplies on either side
of Mal, it was starting to feel like anything could come jumping out of them.
She reached Jane's room, the only door that was painted a distinct baby blue
with pink trimming. There was no light pouring in from under it, nor was there
any sound to be heard. Mal looked up at Evie waiting on the side, and exchanged
uneasy looks.
“I haven't heard a single thing.” Evie said. “I knocked, but no one answer. You
want to try?”
Mal did. No response. She tried twice more, the silence getting more ominous
each time.
“Let's call them, maybe they're not in the room anymore,” Mal said as she
pulled out her phone. Having left her own in their room, Evie could only watch
as she called Jane and Lonnie in turn, listening to their phones ring faintly
from behind the door, until the calls timed out, and the uneasy silence
returned.
Mal put her phone back into her pocket, and hesitantly reached over for the
door knob. She touched it like it were white hot or it might suddenly burst
into flames at any moment, before she wrapped her fingers around, and carefully
turned it open.
Jane's door did not creak, but its well-oiled hinges not making a single noise
only made the pitch black darkness that greeted them all the more sinister.
“Oh, sure, door just happensto be unlocked, it's pitch black inside, and Jane
or Lonnie haven't answered to our knocks or calls even once; this isn't ominous
and foreboding at all,”Mal grumbled as she stood in the open doorway of Jane's
room...
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In hindsight, that the lights were disabled earlier should have been their
first clue that it was a trap.
Mal herself had led many a victim into one such setup by turning out the lights
or blinding them in some way; somehow, they always chose to go further in than
turn around and leave or wait for their vision to come back, a trait she had
always assigned to stupidity and her clear intellectual superiority over them…
… Until she fell for it herself, at least.
She groaned as her senses started rushing back into her like water gushing out
of an open dam; for all its advantages in safety and side-effects, knockout/
sleep spells wore off very quickly. She slowly opened her eyes, then squeezed
them shut as too bright light poured down from above.
Evie whimpered—from the sound of it, she was right next to her. “Ugh... Mal,
what happened?”
“We fell for a setup, is what...” Mal grumbled, her eyes still closed.
“Yeah, sorry about that, guys, but I wanted to make sure you two wouldn't do
anything… troublesome, before we had a chance to talk,” a familiar voice said.
Mal forced eyes open. The pain was intense, but she had to confirm that she'd
heard right. The lingerie underneath the bathrobe threw her off, but she only
knew one student who wore that much baby blue with the pink highlights.
“Jane…?”
Jane smiled and nodded her head. “Water?” She asked as she pulled a bottle of
water from her robe's pockets, opened it, and held it out to her.
Mal was about to reach for it, before she realized her hands were cuffed behind
her back, the chain looping between the supporting rods of the chair she was
sitting on. She quickly realized her legs were tied, too, on the legs by
leather straps.
“I didn't make them too tight, did I?” Jane asked. “Because I will definitely
loosen them if they're uncomfortable.”
Mal scowled. “Enough for us to get the fuck out of here?”
Jane smirked. “Not that loose.” She held the bottle to Evie. “Water?”
“Yes, please,” she replied.
Mal watched in a mixture of disgust and betrayal as Evie eagerly drank, Jane
holding the bottle up to her lips and tilting it for her.
She let out a happy sigh as Jane pulled it away. “Thanks.”
Mal groaned. “Seriously, E?”
Evie shot her a look back. “Those magically-enhanced orgasms earlier took a lot
of me, alright?”
“So those cupcakes wereenchanted,” Jane said.
“Well,duh?!It's not like regular cupcakes make people suddenly, inexplicably
horny after they eat them!”
“Aren't you worried about my mom finding out?”
“Hah! Like she's not going to learn about you luring us to your room and taking
us hostage, too?” Mal shot back.
Jane just smiled. Mal and Evie watched as she reached into her bathrobe and
pulled out her phone from her other pocket. She calmly stopped recording, and
played it back a few seconds earlier.
“… -riously, E?”
“Those magically-enhanced orgasms took a lot out of me, alright?”
“So those cupcakeswere enchanted.”
“Well,duh?!It's not likeregular cupcakes make people suddenly, inexplicably
horny after they eat them!”
Jane paused the playback. “That's about all she'll need or want to hear, trust
me.”
Mal turned even paler than usual.
Evie whistled. “Nice one.”
Mal glared at her. “Whose side are you on?!” She yelled as she started
struggling against her bonds.
“Yours, but you gotta admit, she got you goodwith that hustle!” Evie replied.
“Girls, girls, please!” Jane cried. “I'm notgoing to send it to my mom—in fact,
I'll even delete it! … Ifyou guys are willing to do something for me in
exchange.”
Mal groaned and stopped struggling. “Well, it's not like we've got much of a
choice, do we?”
Jane ignored her. “As you both know, Lonnie ate one of those cupcakes, and it
made her plenty horny. We've solved thatproblem, but now I'm the one who's all
hot and bothered, but she's all tuckered out,” she gestured behind her.
Mal and Evie leaned to the side to see Lonnie curled up on Jane's bed, sound
asleep, completely naked, and her rear covered in slowly fading, hand-shaped
welts of red and pink.
“So now, I need you two to help me get some relief of my own.”
“There is no way I am letting you spank me.” Mal growled.
“Oh, don't worry, I've got verydifferent kinks in mind for you two...” Jane
said as she reached between them and opened the box on the table behind them.
Mal and Evie stared as she pulled out two sets of collars and animal ear
headbands, the blue one in the shape of floppy dog ears, the purple one in the
shape of cat ears.
“… Did you seriously buy collars and ears for—you know what, never mind, I do
not want to know, at all,” Mal said.
Evie whistled. “I never would have thought you were such a kinky bitch, Jane.”
Jane chuckled. “Well, you know what they say: it's always the quiet ones. Now
let's get the both of you collared, like proper pets.”
Mal reluctantly held still while Jane tied the collar around her neck and put
the headband on her. She resisted the urge to make any more sarcastic comments
at her, but scowled the whole time, the corners of her mouth turning down
sharply while she was fixing her hair to hide the plastic band.
“Not too tight?” Jane asked.
Mal tried to say something sarcastic, but it only came out as a series of
annoyed meows. Her eyes widened in shock, before they sapped down to the collar
around her neck, then back up at Jane.
“Oh, did I forget to mention that they're enchantedcollars?” She smiled
mischievously. “My bad...~”
Mal hissed and bared her fangs. The magic in the collars wasn't as powerful as
that spell at the Tourney field, but if she going to be forced to speak cat,
might as well.
“You scratch me or bite me, kitty, Iswearyou willvery much live to regret it,”
Jane growled.
Mal shrank back into her chair. She gulped, and let out a submissive mewl.
Jane smiled at her. “Well, at least you learn fast!”
Evie gave Jane little trouble after that. She stepped back and put her hands to
her hips, admiring her work. “You know, I always did think you guys would look
socute with those on!” She sighed. “Goodness,I wish I could just take photos of
you both now.”
Mal shot her a look that screamed, “Don't you dare.”
Jane smiled. “Relax, kitty: if the two of you please me well enough, we can
forget everything about this night ever happened, and my mom neverneeds to know
about your cupcakes, what it did to Lonnie, nor what we're about to do
together. And as a little incentive and insurance...”
She leaned between them once more, and pulled out one last item from the box on
the table.
Both their eyes widened. Mal's lips clamped shut while Evie licked hers.
“… I've got a special treat for the both of you!” Jane sang as she showed off
an untouched lust cupcake. “Enjoy~” She said as she broke it neatly in half and
held it up to their faces.
Evie wasted no time digging in, shamelessly eating right out of Jane's palm,
moaning in delight as she got another taste of its warm, thick fudge, the sweet
and justa little spicy frosting, and the rich strawberry filling within. She
shivered as she chewed, swallowing it slowly, and letting out a long, happy
sigh before licked every last stray crumb and bit of cream off of Jane's hand.
Mal just stared at her half, its filling oozing temptingly towards her while
cold sweat poured down her skin.
“What's the matter, kitty?” Jane teased. “Aren't you hungry? I hear these
cupcakes are verygood...” she hummed as she brought it right up to her lips,
smearing a dab of strawberry cream on them.
Mal let out a strangled mewl for mercy. The delicious scent of chocolate,
strawberry, sugar, and the cinnamon was flooding her nose with each breath she
took, rapidly wearing down her resistance, making it harder and harder to keep
her mouth shut, her tongue from licking that dab off.
Jane narrowed her eyes at Mal. “Alright, kitty, I'll admit: I like it when my
pets are a little bit naughty and feisty, but you? You're just being
disobedient.You eat this cupcake right now, or I'm sending that recording to my
mom right now.”
Mal gulped, and stared, eyes open wide with worry, skin paler than usual, her
knees quivering as much as her bonds would let her.
“Don't believe me...?” Jane asked as she reached into her robe again, and
pulled out her phone.
Mal shot forward and took a bite of the cupcake. A small taste of it was all
she got, but that was all that was needed for the flavours to explode all over
her tongue, the magic to surge into her system, her hijacked brain and taste-
buds demanding one thing:
More.
She tried to keep herself from chewing, but her body was moving on instinct
now. She swallowed, squirming and whimpering as she felt heat surge down her
throat, to her stomach, till it settled between her legs, repeating itself over
and over again until she had eaten the entire half of that cupcake, the heat
felt like a raging fire, and a new wet stain was growing on her purple dragon-
print panties.
“That's a good girl!” Jane sang, petting her on the head. “I knew you'd come
through eventually.” She narrowed her eyes. “Don't think this means you're
getting out of your punishment, though.”
“Mew…?” Mal asked, giving Jane her best puppy dog eyes—or kitten, as the case
may be.
Jane cupped Mal's chin, tilted her head to look her in the eyes. “I'm afraid
that won't work on me anymore, kitty...” she let her fingers trail off as she
sauntered behind her.
Mal felt her chair get tilted back, turned, and set back down so she she was
facing Evie, Jane doing the same to her till they were both facing each other
and still chained and bound to their chairs.
“… So you just sit right there and sufferwhile I give my little doggy here a
reward for being such a good girl,” Jane said as she leaned down and rested her
chin on Evie's shoulder. She turned her face to hers with one hand, grinning at
Mal before she started closing the distance between them, her other hand slowly
trailing down Evie's chest, lifting up her shirt and making little circles
around her bare stomach.
Mal gave Evie a pleading, desperate look. Evie replied with quick a glance that
said, “I'm sorry.” before she turned back to Jane and eagerly met her lips with
her own.
Mal watched in a mixture of anger and jealousy as they made out, feeling her
face heat up as the fire between her legs worsened; it didn't help that they
were so shameless about it, moaning and giggling as they sucked and nibbled on
each others' lips, before mouths parted, tongues inched into the others', and
started exploring the insides of their mouths.
Mal whined and squirmed as they pulled away, tongues still playing with each
other, a thick trail of drool between their lips before it fell down onto
Evie's shirt.
Jane giggled as she wiped her mouth with her fingers. “Don't worry, kitty;
you'll get your turn eventually,” she said as she strutted around to Evie's
front. “In the meantime, you just sit there, watch, and think back about what
being such a bad kitty got you.”
Mal frowned as Jane climbed onto Evie's lap, blocking her view of everything
but the back of her robe and the bottom half of Evie's legs.
Jane leaned in for another kiss, before she stopped. “Oh, almost forgot--” she
shrugged off her robe, raised her hips, and slid down her panties, rear
exposed, her wet lips on display.
“So you have something pretty to look at—I'm not a completesadist.” Jane said
as she looked over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out at Mal before she
returned her attention to Evie.
As they locked lips once more, the sounds of their giggling and their kissing
filled the room, and her hands and feet still very much bound and useless, Mal
realized she was going to be in for a very, verylong night.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Evie and Jane had only made out for what was probably a few minutes or less,
but as the cliché went, it felt like hours for Mal. Hours she spent squirming
and struggling vainly against her bindings, whining pathetically as she felt
the heat between her legs grow to a raging fire, the mess from her sopping wet
panties spreading to her pants. She alternately cursed Jane for feeding her the
cupcakes and strapping into this seat, and reluctantly admitted to herself that
watching her make-out with her maybe-kinda-sorta-girlfriend was
seriouslyturning her on.
Finally, Jane pulled away, gasping for breath, before she giggled to herself.
“Well…!” she said as she climbed off Evie, her panties hanging between her
legs, arousal dripping down her thighs. “That was… wow...”
She wiped the drool dripping down her lips with the back of her hand.
Mal couldn't help but make a disappointed mewl.
Jane turned to her, and the dazed expression on her face turned back to the
evil grin from earlier. “Wish you could have been me, kitty? Or just jealous
that you couldn't be a part of it…?” she leered.
Mal looked away, and kept quiet. Not that it helped, with the way she squirmed
and fidgeted at the mere thought.
Jane giggled. “Oh, don't you worry, Mal: you'll get yours as soon as I'm done
with Evie here—right, Evie?” she said as she leaned towards her.
The cheery, taunting grin on her face disappeared as soon as she noticed that
Evie wasn't doing the same.
Jane untied the magical collar from Evie's neck. “What's wrong...?” she asked
as she lent her ear.
Mal watched them whisper into each others' ears, her painful horniness
temporarily forgotten as she wondered just what the hell those two were talking
about—and more so, why Evie had her Negotiation Face on.
“Fine, fine...” Jane said as she put Evie's collar back on. “But only because
you've been such an obedient pet, alright?”
Evie beamed.
Jane picked up her discarded bathrobe, pulled out a small ring of keys from an
inner pocket, and went about freeing Evie from her bindings. As she rubbed her
wrists and stretched her legs, Jane walked around and did the same to Mal,
loosening the straps on her ankles.
“Don't you daretouch yourself, or I've got an even worse punishment for you,
alright?” she whispered as she slipped the key into her cuffs.
Mal made a little mewl that promised she wouldn't.
“Good!” Jane turned the lock.
Click. The cuffs fell off, and Mal surprised the both of them with how quickly
her hands flew to her front and almost reached between her legs, stopping just
short and shaking in the air like they'd crashed into some invisible barrier.
She looked at Jane apologetically, Jane shot her an annoyed look in return.
“You know what, on second thought--”
Click. The cuffs went back on.
“--these can stay on, just for a little insurance.”
Evie suppressed a giggle. Mal glared at her, up until she began to undress,
lifting her shirt up to start. Then, her eyes were focused on examining every
new inch of smooth, flawless, mocha skin she revealed.
“Good news for you, kitty: thanks to Evie here, you can get your relief faster
than I'd planned you to,” Jane said as she put her hands on Mal's shoulders,
before she pushed her off.
Mal flailed as she fell, landing on the carpet on her knees with her hands on
the floor between them. She looked up and saw Evie slipping out of her pants,
the fabric soaked dark with her arousal.
Jane giggled as she knelt down with her and rested her chin on Mal's shoulder.
“All youhave to do is put that tongue of yours to good use~”
Evie slipped her fingers into the band of her underwear, and pulled them down
slowly. She let out a little yelp as she exposed her folds to the air, before
she let out a low, pleased rumble and stepped closer to Mal, stopping just
short of her.
Mal bit her lip as Evie spread her legs, watching her arousal dripping down
from her folds, so close to her face she could see each drop trickling down her
thighs; she sucked in a sharp breath, her sweet, intoxicating aroma flooded her
nose, sent shivers down her spine.
“Well...?” Jane asked as she leaned back. “What are you waiting for...?”
Mal hesitated.
It wasn't the first time she had ever eaten out Evie while someone else was
watching—hell, she'd done muchmore depraved stuff with even more people, even
bigger audiences, and infinitelyworse settings. But she was always the one in
charge, or the one in control of what she did and what happened to her at, and
she wasn't entirely sure how she felt about finding the roles reversed.
Evie let out a little whimper.
Jane frowned. “You hear that, Mal? You betterbe eating her out before she makes
that noise again, or you'llbe the one begging and pleading pretty soon...”
Mal made a little noise of panic, and brought her face between Evie's legs,
tongue lapping at her folds.
Evie squealed, holding onto the back of Mal's head for support, gently
threading her fingers through her hair.
Jane hummed. “Close...” she pushed Mal further in, burying her nose in Evie's
bush, pressing her mouth right up to her pussy, smearing her arousal all over
her lips and cheeks. “… butnot quite.”
Mal hesitated again, and felt Jane glaring holes in the back of her head soon
after. “I orderedyou to eat herout, notteaseher. All that fun we've had earlier
has made you plenty worked up already, hasn't it Evie?”
Evie let out a pained whine of agreement.
Jane leaned back into Mal's ear. “Get to it,” she hissed.
Mal obeyed, pressing her tongue right up to Evie's folds, running it up and
down her length, toying with her clit, all while trying to remember all the
strokes and techniques she loved, figure out what she could do to please her
without the use of her hands.
Evie moaned and whined, legs shaking, mouth falling open in a pant. She
tightened her grip on Mal, holding her down and keeping her mouth pressed right
up against her folds. She let out a low, throaty rumble, one Mal hoped was of
pleasure.
Jane pulled away, giggling as she smelled the ever stronger scent of Evie's
arousal in the air, watched it pour down her thighs and dribble down Mal's
chin. “That's it… make her cum hard for me now...~” she hummed.
'Or else,'Mal finished in her head. She kept on lavishing attention on her
pussy, keeping Evie whimpering, moaning, and trembling, until finally, she
came.
Evie she let a long, loud howl of pleasure, tightening her grip on Mal's hair
as her arousal gushed all over her lips and tongue. Mal tried to keep on
pleasing her, but it quickly became obvious that it was just too much; she
pulled her tongue back into her mouth, the rest dripping down her cheeks and
chin, splattering and soaking her shirt.
Evie gasped for air as her orgasm faded; her fingers loosened their grip on
Mal, hair and she stepped back. Her legs wobbled and shook, her thighs were
dripping wet with her arousal; Jane and Mal watched as she kept herself
standing for about two seconds more before she crumpled onto the floor, limp
and verysatisfied.
Jane tried to pull her up, before it became clear that Evie was far too heavy
for her to manage; instead, she dragged her somewhere more comfortable, where
she curled up into a ball and promptly passed out.
Mal shot her a dirty look as she walked up.
“Don't worry,” Jane said. “I'll take care of her later, after I take care of
you.”
Mal's expression instantly changed, now eager and excited. If she had a tail,
it would have been wagging.
Jane smiled. “Hands,” she said, and Mal raised them up.
Click. The cuffs came off, and were set aside.
“On all fours, kitty,” Jane said as she walked around behind Mal. “Show me
exactly just how wet you are right now...”
Mal did as she was told, raising her hips up and clawing her pants down.
Jane snickered.
Mal was confused for a moment, before she realized all too late at what just
happened.
“I'm sorry, but are those little baby dragons on your panties…?” Jane asked,
all her efforts now concentrated in trying not to laugh.
Mal hissed and blushed, keeping her gaze firmly on the carpet and away from
Jane.
“Oh, you are definitelykeeping those on...” Jane said, slipping back into her
dominant voice. “And as a matter of fact, I've got an idea… wait here.”
Mal let out an angry yowl of protest.
Jane ignored that. She lowered herself down to the floor and tugged at Mal's
panties, moving aside the soaked strip of fabric between her legs, revealing
her dripping wet folds. “In the meantime, you have my permission to play with
yourself,” she said as she stood back up. “But whatever you do, don'tcum, and
don'tlook behind you—I want this to be a surprise...~”
Mal made a little affirmative noise before she quickly slipped a hand between
her legs, hissing as she felt her fingers on her folds. She closed her eyes and
purred in delight as she slowly rubbed up and down its length, her arousal
soaking her fingers, quickly dripping down her hands; it was only a temporary
relief, and one that'd only make the burning between her legs even worse later,
but she'd take what she could get.
A short time later, she felt Jane's hand grab her wrist. “That's enough of
that, kitty,” she said as she pulled it away. “You ready for that surprise I
mentioned...?”
“Meow,” Mal said, raising her hips up for whatever she was planning to do.
Jane moved and shifted about behind her. Mal wondered what she was doing, until
she felt something hard and thick press up against her folds, before it parted
her lips and slipped inside of her. Mal's eyes widened, her fingers clutched
the carpet threads as she felt it sink in deeper, her inner walls tighten
around it.
“I'm not Ben, but I don't think you really care right now, do you, Mal?” Jane
asked as she bucked her hips, driving the strap-on deeper inside of her.
Mal yelped, shivers running down her spine. She whimpered as Jane pulled back,
her arousal dripping down her folds and all over the toy.
She wasn't wasn't using a particularly large or fancy strap-on, average in
every way, but it didn't really matter as Mal felt its head brush up against a
particular, tiny spot inside of her, an act that made her scream in pleasure.
Jane stopped and giggled. “Oh? Did I find your g-spot already? Better make
sure...”
Mal tried to protest, but as the toy hit that same spot once more, she could
only moan and gasp. She bit her lip as as Jane kept going at that one spot,
muffled yelps filling the air as she got closer and closer to orgasm…
… But of course Jane couldn't let it end so soon.
She stopped just before she reached her limit, using that keen sense of fairy
empathy she had to make her suffer. Mal gasped, sweat pouring down her body, an
even bigger mess dripping down her thighs and onto the floor; she looked back
at Jane with a desperate, pleading expression, but she only smiled back at her.
“Who's a horny little kitty?” Jane asked as she lowered her down to the floor,
flat on her stomach.
“Meow...” Mal muttered.
“And who'sgoing to promise to be a good girl and obey every single one of my
orders from now on…?” Jane asked as she started grinding her hips.
Mal mewled and gasped as she found her g-spot once more. “M-meow...” she
whispered.
Jane kept on hitting that spot, over and over again, making Mal moan and squirm
as she drove her back to the very brink of an orgasm. “And who'sgoing to make
me more of those cupcakes whenever I want~?”
“MEOW!” Mal howled.
She paused. Jane grinned. She tried to take it back, but it was too little, too
late.
Everything went white for a moment as she came, her brainshut-down by the
intense waves of pleasure surging and spreading all throughout her body. Her
toes curled, her folds gushed, her inner walls spasmed and tightened around
Jane's strap-on as she kept on grinding, keeping her orgasm going, her folds
gushing and growing the gigantic mess they were making. And as her orgasm faded
away and sense trickled back in little by little, Mal's head slumped the floor,
cheek against the plush carpeting.
She panted for breath, sweat pouring down her face, feeling exhausted, used,
yet still verysatisfied.
She was vaguely aware of Jane pulling out and crawling beside. “Good kitty...~”
she whispered as she brushed her hair aside, and planted a soft kiss on her
cheek.
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The rest of the night was a blur—flashes of images, vague recollections of
sensations, little muddled sounds that she could barely make out. As Jane
explained later, the only thing she did to Mal while she was zoned out was give
her water, and after she had passed out from exhaustion, she took the collar
off of her, cleaned her up some, and like she did with Lonnie and Evie, changed
her into clothes that weren't soaked or stank of sex then hauled her off
somewhere comfortable to sleep.
She woke up the following morning in darkness, Jane's blackout curtains
shutting out all light from outside. She tried to move, couldn't, and realized
she was in the middle of a tangled mess of limbs and hair, the filling in the
passed-out lady sandwich crammed onto Jane's bed. It was far, fartoo small for
three people, especially if you were the smallest of them and the last put in,
stuffed into whatever space was left.
“Nnnghh…” she grumbled, trying to get an arm out from under someone's chest and
failing. “Evie, Lonnie, get off'a me...”
Evie kept on sleeping peacefully, Lonnie muttered “S'not a war going on...”
before she went straight back to dreamland.
Mal kept on struggling, to no avail. Eventually, she just resigned herself to
her fate, unable to do anything but stare up at the canopy of Jane's bed, blow
stray strands of hair off her lips, and reflect on the series of bad decisions
that had lead to this moment.
Her salvation came when Jane stepped back into her room with a tray full of
goodies. “Good morning everyone~!” she sang, sunnier and happier than Mal had
ever seen her. “Breakfast?”
The aromatic medley of freshly roasted oats, steaming hot rice porridge, and
sliced fruits wafted in the air and woke up the others. Lonnie nearly bolted
out of bed, swiftly untangling herself from the mess before she ran for a seat
at Jane's table; Evie gracefully sat up and kept a lady-like level of
restraint, all while looking better than anyone should be after a night of of
wild, depraved sex.
“Don't worry about classes today, guys,” Jane said as she set down the tray and
passed out bowls and plates of food. “I told my mom you're all waytoo sick to
go after a mishap with some cupcakes last night...” she chuckled to herself.
“You lied to your mom?” Lonnie asked, incredulous and impressed.
“Yup! She bought it hook, line, and sinker; I didn't have a horrific panic
attack; AND I even managed to convince her not to send the nurse over and just
have me take care of all of you!” She paused. “So if anyone comes by you should
all pretend to be sick but not TOO sick that they think you should go to the
infirmary...” she muttered.
Evie chuckled as she got up out of bed. “We know the protocol Jane, don't
worry.”
Mal rolled her eyes and landed back on the bed with a thump. She curled up into
a ball, determined to shut out everything and everyone, and sulk. When she
caught a whiff of a familiar sweet, fruity scent just beside her, however, she
couldn't help but investigate.
Jane smiled as she set down a large bottle of orange juice and an even bigger
bowl of strawberries. “For being such a good pet last night...” she muttered
sheepishly.
Mal looked at her, then at the food. She took a huge swig of the OJ before she
curled up with the bowl, facing away from Jane's eyes.
Jane just chuckled and joined the others at the table.
After breakfast was done and cleaned up, Jane and Lonnie resumed their gaming
marathon where they'd left of last night, Evie went off to the closet to peruse
the secret stash of depraved delights and erotic literature there, while Mal
slept the day away, exhausted, pissed off, but glad that the night of
enchanted-pastry-induced madness was finally over.
Meanwhile, the rest of the lust cupcakes sat on Mal's bedside table,
unprotected and unattended…
Chapter End Notes
     With thanks to Ea4g's prodding, this story is finally done. I
     apologize to all you folks for the wait, and hope it's decent, at the
     very least. Thank you for your support with this depraved, kinky,
     morally questionable endeavour of mine.
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