Goth Girl OC Sleepover (Patreon)

A big crossover event a year in the making! I asked people for goth girl OC’s or to make one on https://picrew.me/ja/image_maker/443478. As usual, I got stuck for a few months and circled back randomly to finish it tonight. I fit as many as I could reasonably do in there, with a single generated goth girl of my own just to act as the host and round out the numbers. I may have to put together another post just to share the pics of the donated characters.

Also tried to have a little bit for everyone in there, and lay out who’s where right away so people can skip as they like or go hunt down their OC. There’s some playful sexy wrestling, some magical transformation stuff, and just some lesbian makeup makeout stuff!

Thanks to everybody who dropped in their goth GF.

Rose was a regular at most gothic hangouts. She could be a bit moody, but that let her fit right in at those sorts of places. Her dyed hair and thick makeup helped her meet a lot of other goths, emos, metalheads, edgelords and edgeladies wherever she went. She tried to keep a similar air about her in all things she did. That was why when she planned a party at her place, the invitations went out to only the darkest, moodiest, and most pierced friends she knew.

Her fellow goths had trickled in. The party started late and Rose openly offered for everyone to sleep over. They had sorted themselves out pretty quickly as one or another offered ideas of what to do.

The ladies had the whole house at their disposal, but the gaggle of goths naturally found their way to the basement. A sample of cheap and easy snacks were left out for them to pick at, but they slowly started conversations and split off into their own activities.

Misty Douglas and Black Becky ended up checking her makeup, only to be joined by Creme. It so happened that the French mime knew a thing or two about applying makeup and it became a whole thing of its own.

Rose had started talking about curses and magic, which held the interest of a few other guests. She had set up a table by the couch where she could dabble in her amateur arcana with Violet Valentine and Valarie variously watching or helping.

Betty, Willow Everdark, and Andromeda had settled in and staked their claim by the tv and its video games. They had swapped places throughout a fighting/party game before sitting back to watch Andi playing Hell’s Razor. She had beaten the game before and had already landed a few S-ranks on the early levels.

“Ha! Eat that, skelebitch!” the chubby goth laughed.

She wore a tiny pair of jean shorts compared to her wide hips, leaving much of her lightly freckled thighs and belly exposed. Her black shirt with the bottom half cut off similarly teased a generous helping of underboob. Her messy black mullet rested against the back of her choker, and had a streak of pink dyed into the lower back behind her ears. Makeup, piercings, and more freckles decorated her face with thin black rings through her nose and ears. The bra-less bulges at the tips of her breasts suggested there were even more piercings waiting beneath her clothes.

Her demon-hunter character delivered another heavy-hitting combo on the hordes of undead before they grabbed one of the larger ones. Harold VanHell spun it around before he whipped back and suplexed it into pieces on the stone floor of the haunted church.

“That one would probably work in real life,” Betty pointed out as she munched on some popcorn nearby.

She was a very pale girl, thin but curvy with her cheeks speckled with freckles. Bleached blonde hair hung over one eye, with the darker brown curls making up the two thirds of a neapolitan ice cream. She wore shorts and a striped purple tank top, exposing the many tattoos across her arms and shoulders. Ghosts, spiders and cobwebs made up a spooky little arrangement while a mix of tatted flowers and leaves made a fine resting place for a crucifix necklace.

“You mean suplexing a skeleton? Skeletons aren’t real,” Andi explained dismissively.

Betty furrowed her brow in confusion. “Skeletons are… real…”

“I get what she means,” Willow backed Andi up. “Or what you both mean, I guess…”

Willow Everdark had very long hair down past her hips, pooling on the couch around her legs. It was largely black with some light purple tips dyed near her temples. She wore a metal-wrapped vial on a chain around her neck, indicative of a bottle of blood. She fiddled with her fingerless gloves as a nervous tic. Even now she was still getting comfortable with the crowd of what amounted to little more than strangers. Even with her skittish nature and the billowy black and purple dress she wore, there was clearly much more to the shaggy emo. Any time her long sleeves rolled back, it showed the definition of her lean and athletic muscles and hinted at the abs and small but tight chest underneath. Any discussion about metal or other hardcore music easily baited her into the discussion as well.

“I mean the move. It may not blow up a whole skeleton, but I’ve done a suplex on somebody. Sucks ass to have one put on ya.”

“Noooo way,” Andi scoffed. “You suplexed a bitch?”

“The biggest bitch. Dumbass track girl started talking a lot of smack and I called her out. Rented a ring at the gym and it was soooo fun taking her down a peg.”

Betty cracked into a wicked, self-satisfied smile at the memory.

“Oh. So you wrestle? I do a little boxing myself,” Willow offered up. She leaned in curiously as another of her hot button topics arose naturally.

“Nothing official. I just get into a lot of scraps and watch it on TV. So I pick up on things pretty quick on how to beat a loudmouth’s ass.”

Her amber eyes lit up with a coyly pleased expression.

“I could show you a few things if you wanted.”

“Oh, dude! You gotta!” Andi encouraged them, pausing her game to turn and watch.

“Oh… uhhhh, sure? If it won’t make anybody mad. It’s not like I could show you how to box in a place like this…”

Willow trailed off and rubbed her upper arm. “Just because I couldn’t fit my gloves in my purse…”

“This’ll be good,” Andi said, tossing her controller aside.

She pushed the couch back a few more feet to give Betty and Willow room, always happy to play devil’s advocate. She sat down on said couch and started picking at the popcorn herself as they got themselves set up.

“Okay… so? How do we do this?” Willow asked.

“Like this! Onetwothree Ding ding!” Andi blurted.

Willow panicked and tensed up from the pressure, but Betty leapt right into action. She immediately tackled the fit goth to the floor and got on top of her back. She yanked Willow around until she was sitting on her back, pulling on her chin. Willow squealed and flailed around uselessly.

“Oh shit! Betty beatin’ ass already! Lot of promise from the rookie fighter already!” Andromeda commented from her spot on the couch.

She bounced up to her knees, excited by the private show. Betty was more than glad to show off. She had gotten into a fight with a preppy girl at school not too long ago and had been quietly hooked on a fighting fetish ever since. She hadn’t been that turned on sice she’d hooked up with the lead guitarist for Aggressive Adjective.

The squealing tall girl was a great outlet for it as she bounced her thick ass on Willow’s back, putting even more discomfort into it as her perky little tits bounced in her top. The taller goth just gagged and reached ahead of her to grab onto anything to help her escape.

“T-time out,” she gagged, struggling hard enough that Betty just had to let go to let her flop onto her face.

“Tap out? No way. Not yet at least! Not til I give you the Betty Buster!”

Her mind raced to think of what exactly that was. She was just caught up in the moment and it wasn’t like she was athletic enough to do any fancy holds. She got up and dragged Willow up by the hair, the dazed and wincing goth boxer stumbling up after her. Betty drove a knee up into Willow crotch, getting a huge, howling squeal out of her as she doubled over. The tall girl cupped her aching crotch and Betty felt a tingling like she wanted to do the same. She grinned and took a handful of the long dark hair and turned quickly, whirling her around in a few quick circles. Willow’s hair and dress flowed around like an obsidian blur.

“Hell yea! Betty’s takin’ Willow for a ride out there, folks! Will’s seein’ more stars than an astrologist right about now! We got ourselves an old fashioned ass kickin’!” Andi narrated as she grinned wider, the chubby goth getting more fired up as they went on.

Betty finally let go of Willow, sending the taller girl flying into the sofa. She crashed into a mess of lanky limbs, eyes rolling in dizzied spirals as she slid back off the couch. Andi hooted and clapped on the flashy move, even if it left Betty a little dizzy herself. She shook it off and brushed some hair out of her eyes before she sat on the couch where Willow had crash landed a moment ago. She wrapped her pale legs around Willow’s neck, squeezing it in a sitting head scissor. Willow gasped and struggled again, too overwhelmed to do much about the already poor positioning. Betty just grinned and squeezed her legs periodically, not enough to knock her out but enough to keep her trapped and struggling. It gave her more time to grind against the back of her head, quietly getting off on her one-sided beatdown.

“Mmf… give up yet, stretch?” Betty boasted. She stretched out before flexing one pale and tattooed arm proudly to really show off without putting in too much effort like a tryhard.

“I do… I gi-!”

Betty gave another flex of her legs, cutting off Willow’s surrender to keep things going. Andromeda finally got pumped enough by the show that she was no longer content with just watching.

“And here comes Andi rushing the ring like a meteor out of nowhere to clean house!” she announced herself, acapellaing a guitar solo as she jumped to her feet on the couch.

“WHAT?! Wait, hold on!” Betty yelped, too late to stop the chubby goth.

Andi leapt onto Betty, crashing into her and bringing them both crashing down on top of Willow. The taller guest huffed noisily as Betty landed her plump ass on her stomach, just for Andi’s to land over her face. She blushed from the heavy facesitting as the two thick girls crushed her until her eyes started rolling back in her head from the smell of the eager girls.

Betty scrambled trying to get away from what turned from a dominating session to a brawl, but Andi grabbed her in a hug from behind. She pulled her back into a chokehold, a firm arm squeezing her neck while her even thicker legs went around her waist. Andi’s ankles locked together, meeting at Betty’s crotch while she coughed and gagged. The grinding of the big girl’s heels against her groin didn’t do anything to cool down her already built up arousal.

“St-stop… quit it… just a sec…” Betty sputtered.

She couldn’t bring her mouth to fully close, the thrilling fight still turning her on. She flailed at the air and pulled at Andi’s arms before squeezing it a bit tighter than she meant to.

“Relax! I’m not gonna knock you out or nothin’! Just enough to squeeze the fight out of ya! Not like Willow’s complaining about the view down there, right?”

Andi laughed and wiggled her hips, grinding her wide behind against the thinner girl’s face. Willow could not, in fact, complain with that much booty covering her nose and mouth. Her muffled protests went ignored as she just went limp beneath her. Betty wasn’t far behind, if for entirely different reasons. She couldn’t struggle against Andi’s hold without grinding her crotch against her heels, and having her head trapped and resting between her huge tits… with the pierced nips grinding against her cheeks…

“C’mon and say it, bitch. You give?” Andi purred playfully in Betty’s ear.

Betty gawked and shuddered, surprised to find herself trembling as an orgasm rushed through her. The crotch of her panties soaked as she shook on top of both of the other girls. The surprising creaming of her shorts made her crumble into Andi’s grasp, and the big girl whistled like she was impressed.

“Dang. Didn’t know my finisher was that hardcore. Or maybe you two just ain’t in my league yet!”

The chubby goth grinned proudly and let go of her hold. Betty just groaned listlessly and rolled over to bury her face between her tits, trying to hide her blush. Hiding in the thick bust really just made it worse…

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While they had their assorted fun, Rose was hosting a group at a small table.Valarie and Violet sat with her as she shuffled a set of cards.

“I picked these up as a little shop at the mall. I’d never seen it before, and it wasn’t there when I went back, so y’know… they must be EXTRA exclusive and trendy or somethin’.”

Becky was one of several girls with multicolored hair to make her stand out at the party. The short girl’s shoulder-length brown hair had a blonde streak dyed around her forehead over one eye. She wore heavy eye makeup with a stud in one nostril, as if all attempts to distract from her freckled cheeks. She wore a choker with several necklace-like chains hanging from it, dangling out over the slim girl’s beat up purple hoodie.

Triangulated around the table, her guests watched her shuffle. Val was extremely tall, her blackish purple skin standing out against her similarly long and blood red hair. Her plain black dress ran the full length of her body from neck to ankle, but it clung to her rather bony body to highlight how skinny she was apart from some juicy breasts.

Violet was a bit older than the others, which mostly showed in her plumper figure and huge watermelon tits. She wore a lot of tight black leather, from her thigh-high boots to her spiked collar. Her black hair was tied back in a loose bun and she wore a cleavage-baring top that met with the edge of her tight black shorts. Her light skin ensured that between it and her dark lipstick and clothing, there wasn’t a speck of color on her beyond her surprisingly warm smile.

“So what does it do? It’s just tarot?” Violet pried, leaning in to try and peak at the shifting cards.

“Sort of. They’re different than usual, and they said they’re full of arcane power. Or somethin’...”

“They’re definitely that…” Val mused, narrowing her gold-colored eyes at the deck. She was genuinely picking up magic vibes, but she couldn’t pinpoint what exactly.

“Well let’s find out. It says to draw one per person, so Val…” the short showoff chimed.

She flipped one of the cards and set it out. It depicted a vague humanoid shape, its only clear features the huge bust of its silhouette. It stood among a number of cows holding a pitchfork. Rose grimaced at it in confusion and checked the manual that came with the deck.

“It’s uh… the Dairy Farmer. It represents fertility and popularity.”

“Oh…” Violet pursed her black lips thoughtfully.

“That’s good, I guess. Not so sure on the fertility part though.”

“Maybe it means like prosperous,” Rose offered. “Like with good fortune or money?”

Val stared with wide-eyed interest at Violet. “I don’t think your deck is that complicated.”

She pointed at Val, who only then noticed the sound of creaking leather. She looked down to see her already large breasts had started to grow even bigger. The pale flesh overflowed from her corset-like top before they simply burst out of it, exposing her huge rack and hard pink nipples. Her fair cheeks blushed as she cupped her arms around her chest. She tried to hold back their growth, or at least keep them from knocking shit over, but she felt a rush of pleasant heat run through her chest. She gasped as they had not only gone to nearly twice their original size, but were twice as sensitive as well. Her cheeks flushed darker red as she started breathing heavier.

“Oh… ok… this is new… ooh… mooooo~!”

Violet’s eyes fluttered as just holding her breasts was a stimulating experience. Her heart raced, and even that subtle vibration seemed to make her overgrown boobs wobble even more. Her hands wandered on their own, every little tickle and brush sending mind-numbing pleasure straight into her brain. It quickly overcame any modesty she had as more moans and moos escaped her dark lips. She slumped forward, and it didn’t take much for her blossoming boobs to slap against the tabletop. While her light touches were an alluring shock, the light impact of the gravity of her new jugs was like an earthquake to her senses. She let out a shrill cry as her cheeks went beet red, her nipples dragging over the smooth surface. Her whole body shook as the erect nips felt like a pair of clits attached to her chest. She let out a wordless gurgle as her eyes rolled back in her head, cumming hard enough to stain the front of her shorts and collapse to her side.

Val and Rose watched her in quiet surprise. “Is she… is she dead?” the hoodie goth asked.

“What?! No!” Valarie insisted. “She orgasmed herself unconscious.”

“So you’ve seen that kind of thing before? Says a lot about your sex life…” Rose muttered.

Val gave her a frown, but she held up her hands.

“Hey, I mean, congrats if true. Good for you, girl.”

Valarie pursed her lips and tapped her fingers together. She leaned over the dumbstruck, cumstruck Violet, her curiosity getting the best of her.

“It looks like it’ll wear off before too long, and she’ll be fine. So…”

She folded her hands, hunching her towering height over to get a closer look at the deck.

“What does my reading say?” she asked, stifling a perverted grin as best she could. She certainly wouldn’t mind getting some extra cup sizes herself.

Rose shrugged and dealt another card. It contained a wisp of pink smoke that was taking the shape of a shapely nude woman.

“That’s uh… The Spirit Sensuality.”

“Does it say what it does?” Val pressed. “Maybe something about tits?” she added, revealing her hand a bit.

“A little bit. It says it represents the presence of a wandering sex spirit… like a succubus, a horny guardian angel or… a sex elemental?”

Val hummed and nodded. “I knew someone who used them as excuses too. Too bad it’s…”

Val’s eyes widened and she suddenly stiffened back up. A purple aura glowed around her as the dark-skinned goth started to unbutton her dress without batting an eye.

“Is uh… is it getting warm in here?” she asked.

“Not… really,” Rose muttered, blushing as Val stripped her dress off over her head.

Her scrawny body and round, perky tits were exposed beyond just her panties. Even then, her dark red bush grew past the crotch of her panties. Val didn’t even flinch as she casually started rubbing her crotch and one of her breasts.

“Weird. I really shouldn’t have dressed in layers,” she said as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

“You didn’t. You’re just kind of naked,” Rose pointed out, staring at the sight.

“Ah. Weird,” Valarie shrugged.

She still continued rubbing herself as the aura amplified her urges without her even noticing. Rose certainly noticed, watching with fascination as her long, dark fingers dipped under her panties. Val shuddered as they reached between her pussy lips and brushed against her clit.

“Now it feels like a chill… hope I’m not catching something,” the dark goth pondered.

“No… just masturbating. In the middle of the party,” Rose stated plainly, awkwardly shuffling the cards to keep her own hands busy. Val didn’t need any help with where to place her hands.

“Oh. That would NNF~! …explain it. Should I stop?” Val slumped a bit as she sighed, grinding her crotch against her fingers shamelessly. Whatever the cursed cards did had clearly taken care of any silly things like dignity or even full awareness of her lewd behavior.

“Uh… you do you. I’m not gonna yuck your yum. A party’s a party, right?” Rose shrugged with her usual bratty edge but moody indifference in a delicate balance of pretentiousness.

“That’s the spirit. Or whatever spirit this is,” Val chuckled with a lazy smile.

She spread her long scrawny legs out and added another finger to her slit. She moaned loud enough to get some of the other party goers looking their way at all the noise. Rose hunched down into her hoodie, feeling embarrassed where Val couldn’t. Her fingering and arousal grew intense enough that there was a steady squishing noise with every thrust. Val squeezed one of her breasts tightly and bit her lip as she squirted hard, coating her hand in her sexual juices. She hummed and rode out her orgasm, amplified in place of any dignity by the mysterious curse. She withdrew her cummy hand, running it up her chest before the aura suddenly faded away. Val blinked blankly at nothing before looking down at herself, breaking into a bright red blush against her dark cheeks.

“Oh my… er… I think somebody put cum on my hands,” she excused, trying to piece things together with her jumbled memory and post-orgasmic thoughts.

“Uh huh. Good for you,” Rose said dismissively.

She really didn’t care, eager to see what horny curse SHE would get stuck with. She flipped another card and saw a rather cutesy cartoon turtle in a tophat doing a little dance. She checked her booklet again.

“Hm… the Tapdancing Turtle represents… joy, safety, comfort, and new income entering your life soon.”

The freckled goth frowned at her adorable fortune.

“I mean, good, I guess, but I was kinda hopin’ for another ‘gives you an orgasm’ card…”

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Misty, Creme and Black Becky  were settled into front of a wide mirror, shoulder to shoulder as they touched up their various dark makeup and flashy eyeshadow. The two paler girls had quickly started taking notes from Creme as the French clown skillfully (and in great bulk) adjusted her face paint. While she had spared her usual jester’s outfit, she still had a loose shirt and pants of her usual black and white colors. She wore her black clown nose and had red diamonds painted under her painted white face compared to her otherwise peachy flesh and black outlines of her lips and eyes. Her dark blue hair was tied back in twintails to mimic the shape of her usual jester cap that she’d left at home.

She currently had BB by the chin, holding the light-skinned elf steady as she applied another layer of black lipstick. BB’s black hair hung over one eye, the back half tied up in a tight bundle of braids to expose her pointed ears. She had piercing green eyes and cross-shaped earrings pierced into her lobes, dressed in a low pink top and some black skinny jeans. Flowers were tattooed over her cleavage in a mix of her elven and gothic culture.

“So what brand’s this aga-?” BB started to ask, but the clowngirl pushed up on her chin to quiet her question. She clicked her tongue scoldingly and wagged a finger.

“Fermez la bouche,” she warned, making sure she quieted down before going on to methodically working on her makeup.

“She speaks English, right? She found the party after all,” Misty Douglas asked.

The thick goth with a baggy shirt and a short, lacy skirt was bent over the table in front of her mirror, trying out some rouge that Creme had offered. She was very curvy, her thick hips and big bust both used effectively on her roller derby team. Her bleach blonde hair had a pair of short, upturned pigtails lined with spikes, and dark eyeliner circled her red contacts. She swept some of her light hair from her face to keep her makeup from getting into it.

BB gave a vaguely affirmative grunt, clearly cowed into obeying the gently dominant jester. She had to admit she got a shiver when Creme brushed her thumb beneath her lip to clean up the slightest of smudges left over from her handiwork.

“Voila! Le maquillage ne coule pas quand tu t'embrasses,” she explained proudly, finally releasing BB from staring into her smile.

“Did you catch any of that?” the elf asked Misty, assuming that Creme would be no help in explaining herself.

“I think I failed my French class,” the blonde shrugged. “But I think there was something about French kissing in there?”

“Why would you only know that word?” BB questioned, but Creme interrupted their line of questioning.

She grabbed BB by the hair and pulled her in, locking lips with the elven goth and forcing a deep kiss onto her. She slid her tongue out between both their lips, tonguing the inside of her mouth. BB tensed up in shock, just to start moaning when the pleasure of it all sank in. She relaxed and ran her arms around Creme’s neck, letting the sexual tension of their makeup session turn into a makeout session. They kissed and sucked on each other for the better part of a minute while Misty watched wide-eyed before the clown slowly drew back. A string of saliva ran between their tongues for a moment before snapping at its peak.

“Tu vois?” Creme tapped her lips and even rubbed her finger over her own. She smacked her lips and revealed that both of their makeup was entirely without so much as a smudge or a smear.

“Ohhhh. It’s the kind that doesn’t run, I guess,” BB noted.

“I hear she works at a sex circus, so I guess you’d need to, huh?” Misty said, furrowing her brow thoughtfully.

“That might actually be kind of handy. Mine gets real smudgy sometimes. Especially when I’m going down on somebody…”

Creme’s eyes lit up like she was struck by inspiration. She snapped for Misty’s attention as she slid behind BB, sliding her hands underneath the belly of her top. She lifted it up to expose her perky tits and the thorny vine tattoo that led from her stomach down under her pants.

“Ah, oui? Montre-moi, s'il vous plaît!” she offered to Misty.

The blonde grinned, picking up the implication enough to follow through with her. She crawled over on all fours towards BB like a curvy jungle cat.

“I getcha. Let me show you what I mean.”

“Wait a sec… are you two fucking with me?” BB gasped, her nipples getting hard from the attention and the cool air of the basement.

Creme nibbled on her pointed ear, getting another gasp and moan out of her.

“I think that’s exactly what we are doing,” Creme purred into her ear in accented English.

Right on cue, Misty locked her lips around one of BB’s hardened nipples. She moaned and arched her back, thrusting them further into her face. Misty let slip a perverted, slightly sadistic giggle as she sucked on her tit, tonguing the flesh in her mouth and pursing her lips. With a long, firm sucking, she popped her mouth back off and left a perfect lipstick mark around BB’s areola. The elf moaned and shuddered, feeling soaking wet already as the waxy sensation lingered and subtly tickled her skin.

“See what I mean? Sticks everywhere,” Misty chuckled.

She planted a few more kisses over BB’s body, working her way slowly down. Black lipstick was left behind like tiny footprints marking her trail towards BB’s hips. Creme stayed behind her, holding her steady and reaching around her to start to caress her breasts. Her fingers teased her nipples, pinching or brushing them to keep her teased to a constant peak of arousal. BB moaned and shivered as all the teasing had her panties soaked, unable to keep her eyes fully open at the mind-melting arousal.

Becky just lifted her hips when Misty started to pull at her jeans. She let her strip her down, tugging her sticky wet thong off along with her pants. As soon as they were off, BB spread her legs wide open to leave herself at her fellow goths’ mercy. Misty leaned in between her legs, resting her plump tits on both of BB’s thighs. She tongued at her navel, teasingly avoiding reaching her pussy a few moments longer before she planted another midnight kiss right above it.

“Tasty little thing… well I marked you, so now you’re allll mine,” the blond cooed proudly.

“Et moi.”

“Yea. Hers too, I guess.”

Misty shrugged it off and plunged herself face-first into the elf’s pussy. BB immediately shouted with pleasure, closing her thighs around Misty’s head to squeeze her tightly. Her hips bucked to grind against her intruding tongue, welcoming and working with it before relaxing back against Creme. The French goth clown cradled her head against her own plump breasts, stroking BB’s hair and ears with one hand while the other toyed with her breasts. It grew slowly rougher, slapping and pinching the flesh of her breast as she grew too horny to care about the erotic pain. BB’s mouth hung open, drooling down her chin and onto her bare breasts. Sure enough, the makeup didn’t run from that either as she became a sloppy, horny mess.

“Oh god… oh fuck… FFFF’BB TAL SORA~!”

Misty’s tongue flexed and flicked firmly against the elf’s thickened clit, aggressively abusing its sensitivity. BB suddenly bucked upright, grabbing Misty’s hair and pulling the thick roller derby goth deeper between her legs. She gripped her stubby pigtails to hold her there, steering her subtly to whatever position gave her an ounce more pleasure. Misty gasped and sputtered before settling into it herself, smearing her own lipstick and eyeliner around as the elf squirted over her face. BB broke into a string of elvish curses and praises as she rode her out, finishing her orgasm and falling back into Creme’s arms.

“So when I speak another language, it’s obnoxious. When you do it, it’s sexy?” the clown pointed out to them.

She tutted, shaking her head towards Misty. The blonde came up gasping for air, licking her lips with all of her makeup running down her eyes and mouth.

“And see what I mean? That’s what you get with the cheaper stuff.”

Misty checked the mirror with what looked like obsidian tears streaking down her face to a sloppy smear of lipstick like warrior face paint.

“I dunno. I kinda like it like that,” the blonde said proudly.

There was a series of grunts, moans and crashes about the party that got them to look up. Rose came trotting over as they stared at the rest of the gothic girls.

“What the hell was that!?” Misty asked, looking stunned.

“Well… we accidentally did some magic. Violet got some giant titties, half the girls started wrestling…”

“Without ME!?” BB suddenly perked up, looking offended.

“Annnnd I think half of the people here had orgasms within the last couple minutes.”

The girls all seemed to soak that in for a moment as their short host stuffed her hands awkwardly into her hoodie pockets.

“And what about ze other half of ze guests?” Creme asked with a coy smile.

“I mean hell. Party’s not over yet, right?” Rose offered with a smirk crossing her freckled face.

The assortment of sexy goths hooted and laughed as they hurried up to join the others for the rest of their sexy, sleepless sleepover.