AnimeCon Harem Bonus: 18 and Up, pt 9 (Patreon)

Emily didn’t need to be told twice. The petite-figured Latina in the skimpy remains of her Akane Kurokawa outfit closed in on Stephanie right away, and without further ado the two girls were necking, letting out tiny cute Mmph noises amid the wet smacking of lips and unsteady breathing. Brian’s Darkmask bodysuit pants grew increasingly uncomfortable at the sight, but he found he couldn’t look away from the intertwined pair as their hands started to roam across each other’s bodies.

What have I unleashed? Brian wondered with a weak grin.

It was increasingly hard to tell who the actual bad influence was, and Brian was forced to reflect on some of the previous encounters he’d found Stephanie entangled in and wonder if Kelly had really been the one to blame. Maybe the shy and innocent image Stephanie had in their minds really just enabled the pink-haired girl to get away with more than they thought.

Well… it’s not as if Emily isn’t EAGER for it, though, Brian thought, taking a step closer so that he could rest a hand on each of the girl’s bottoms.

Emily had risen up onto her tip-toes to match Stephanie’s slight height advantage and was gripping either side of the other girl’s face as they french kissed, mouths open to greedily explore each others affection and glistening tongues tangling between them. One of the girls—it might have been Stephanie—moaned into the other’s mouth, and Emily’s hands strained to reach around and grab up and fondle as much of Steph’s voluptuous ass as she could hold. Likewise uncaring of where her groping hand was delving, Stephanie’s fingers were inside Emily’s yukata, sliding it down off of the girl’s shoulders and beginning to undress her.

“—Nice!” One of a pair of guys crossing the upper level in the distance called over, giving them an enthusiastic thumbs up.

“Alright, alright, let go of my girlfriend,” Brian grumbled with an uneasy laugh as he gently separated the two girls. He wasn’t exactly sure which of them his comment was directed at, and Stephanie and Emily seemed too dazed to even register his words.

“Uhhh,” Emily wet her lips. “That…”

“Yes!” Stephanie nodded, seeming to agree to Emily’s half-spoken sentiment. “It was! It’s definitely… you know.”

“Yeah,” Emily said in a breathless voice, beginning to readjust her costume. “It… uh. Yeah.”

“You guys are driving me crazy,” Brian shook his head in amusement. “C’mon, let’s see if we can find the Komari mart bag—should have those two things we bought from Crissy in it.”

“Right. Right!” Emily nodded quickly, setting off ahead of them. “C’mon, let’s go!”

“Emily…” Brian barely kept from laughing. “The atrium’s that way.”

“Yeah—totally knew that,” Emily blustered, spinning on her heel and changing directions. “Duh. I was just messin’ with you—atrium’s this way, guys.”

Sharing a smile with Stephanie, Brian offered her his hand. Together, they followed after Emily’s footsteps as the girl trotted somewhat unsteadily across the upper concourse. The Order of the Sovereign Swords had set up shop in one of the larger venues, an enormous open-air auditorium with a several-stories-tall ceiling feature of intricate glass and steel. The room’s lights had been dimmed and the skylights had long since fallen dark, but with the light pollution of the cityscape all around the convention center the stars weren’t going to be visible.

Two older men were seated inside, apparent guardians watching over the room to prevent the Order’s collection of LARP weapons and props from wandering off after hours.

The first one had rich dark skin looked to be somewhere in his forties—bald, but sporting a full beard—and dressed in a saffron shirt with a plaid-patterned green-and-brown greatkilt. In contrast, the other man wore the sinister black trappings of a plague doctor, complete with wide-brimmed leather hat and distinctive beaked mask. Between them, there was a fake campfire—a fire ring of foam stones and logs built around a light and a fan that blew upwards to shake ‘flames’ that were scraps of red and orange cloth. It looked surprisingly real, and Brian would have done a double-take at first glance at an open flame indoors if not the telltale extension cord crossing the floor to power it.

“Who goes there?” The black gentleman in the greatkilt rose to his feet with the aid of a knotty blackthorn walking stick.

“Hi, I’m Emily?” Emily called. “I’m a friend of Rebecca’s, and I left a bag in here. Is it cool if I grab it real quick?”

“Hold,” The man warned. “What’s the password?”

“Um,” Emily paused. “If Rebecca set the password, it’s ‘Prince Charming.’”

“As you say...” the man exchanged a glance with his companion’s unreadable glass-eyed plague doctor mask. “What’s the full password?”

“Princely Paws Char Baby Butterstuff Ming Dynasty,” Emily recited. “Uh, either that, or that but with fluffy-pants added in somewhere after ‘butterstuff.’ Or, fluffy-lumpkin, fluffy-tummy, fluffy-pantaloons, fluffy-butt, fluffy-belly, fluffy-britches… one of those variations, depending on her mood?”

“Aye, that’ll do,” the black man nodded, settling heavily back into his chair. “It was pantaloons, this time. You’re a friend of Rebecca’s, are you?”

“I am!” Emily answered. “I mean… I hope I still am. We came to the con together—she drove me here and everything, but then we had this disagreement over this… mutual friend of ours? Well, not a mutual friend anymore, not after she—uh. I think right now Rebecca’s disappointed with me, and I’m frustrated with her, and… it’s all complicated now.”

“Hoh boy,” the man grunted. “Said you left your purse here? Mogrith and I moved all the personal items off to the side when we cleaned up for the night.”

“Not a purse, it’s like… a grocery bag?” Emily explained. “Err, like a plastic shopping bag, but with a special stencil on it? Full of a bunch of random junk.”

“Think I know just the one you mean,” Mogrith said. A graying beard was visible beneath his mask, and the sense of age gave his historical outfit a sense of gravitas. “Way back against the wall over there, beneath that empty table with the tablecloth.”

“Thanks, guys!” Emily hurried over towards the indicated table.

“Any message you want us to pass on to Rebecca, or are you gonna sort things out with her for yourself?” The man in the greatkilt called over as he gazed into the ‘fire.’

“Uhhh, no,” Emily shook her head. “Definitely gonna sort things out. Probably tomorrow. I mean, I was angry and probably a little stupid, but I totally stand by everything I said to her. Rebecca’s just so damned stubborn about people...”

“Well, o’course she’s stubborn—she’s one of my nieces, you know.”

“Really?” Emily perked up with interest. “Are you dumb civil war Uncle, or lousy mechanic Uncle?”

“Hah!” Laughter barked out from beneath Mogrith’s mask.

“Dumb historical reenactor Uncle,” the first man corrected in an amused drawl. “Tiberias Aloysius Murphy of the Seventh Texas infantry, at your service. She’s damned right ‘bout Phil being a lousy mechanic. Rebecca doesn’t have many friends... so, that probably makes you the girl who can’t climb trees?”

“Okay—first of all, I didn’t fall out of that tree, I jumped!” Emily angrily turned, narrowing her eyes. “I climbed up the damn thing just fine! If everyone hadn’t been—”

“Yep. She’s the one,” the man turned to his friend, who gave a grave nod of his leather-beaked mask. “Had that look about her.”

“Geez, so you’re a civil war veteran?” Emily griped, flipping back the cloth from the tabletop and grabbing the Komari-mart bag beneath as soon as she spotted it. “How damned old even are you, old man?”

“Funny girl,” the man grunted. “Say, wasn’t there a great many stories Rebecca had about her feisty little friend? Got switched around one night, let herself into a stranger’s tent the next campsite over?”

“That—that didn’t ever happen,” Emily replied in a flat, deadpan voice. “Bye, dumb civil war Uncle. Bye, Mogrith.”

“Wait—Emily? That’s it, you must be Emily?” the first man snapped his fingers. “Fought a bramble bush and lost, twice—Rebecca had to lift you out? You’re the girl who dropped breakfast for twenty people right down into a fire pit? Thought stinging nettles were called singing nettles?”

“What? No,” Emily retorted. “I’m not Emily. I’m a different friend. My name’s… uh… it’s Kelly.”

“...Kelly?” Stephanie giggled.

“Were you able to find the bag… Kelly?” Brian asked with an amused look.

“Yes,” Emily bit out, making a face at him. “I found it,”

“Awesome, thanks, Kelly,” Brian accepted the bag from the glowering girl.

“Thank you both for your help!” Stephanie gave the two men a wave.

“Mmhmm,” Rebecca’s swarthy uncle grumbled.

“Have yourselves a nice night,” Mogrith called back.

“Hey—Kelly, what’s the rush?” Brian chuckled, watching as Emily made a beeline for the exit. “Don’t you wanna—”

“‘Kay-thanks-bye!” Emily yelled back, trotting quickly out of the atrium.

“Take care, Emily and friends,” the black man dismissed them with a wave.

Brian gave the two older men a last thoughtful glance before following Emily out. Although Emily and Rebecca both had invited him to LARP practices and outings in the past, because of Chloe he’d never made time for them. Now that he was no longer accommodating her, he felt interested in trying everything out. Glancing beside him at the shy grin Stephanie was offering, it was as if she was having the exact same thoughts, and he couldn’t help but raise their held hands up so that he could kiss the back of her hand.

“Br-Brian…” Stephanie blushed.

“Kissing your hand does something for you?” Brian gave her a wry smile. “Even after what you and Emmie just—”

“It does!” Stephanie insisted, hopping up to give him a peck on the lips. “It really does. They both do. I, I love you guys...”

Looking extraordinarily pleased, she gave him another quick kiss, and then she stayed close and gave him a long, lingering one. Her lips were sweet and eager, and as they opened for a taste of him he could feel her uncontrollable smile. As if to prove they were sharing the same frame of mind and were on the same wavelength, they withdrew simultaneously, and likewise then leaned in for another parting kiss. Then another. And another.

“Hey, these are really cool—” They overheard Emily observe as the girl dug through the Komari-mart bag. “You got color-coded gag-bits for your harem? Pink and red; Stephanie and Kelly?”

“She had blue ones for sale too, you know…” Brian teased. “I don’t have a harem, though.”

“Really?” Emily perked up. “A blue one? How much were they?”

“You want me to buy you one tomorrow?” Brian asked.

“Uhh… yeah,” Emily blinked. “If—well, uh, would you make me wear it?”

“I could just make you wear one of these ones here,” Brian pointed out.

“No way!” Emily shook her head. “These are Stephanie’s and Kelly’s—Brian, I couldn’t.”

“What do you think, Steph?” Brian gave Stephanie’s hand an encouraging squeeze.

“You can wear mine, Emily—please,” Stephanie said. “If you want to. I haven’t tried it on yet or anything, so it’s perfectly clean.”

“Like that even matters at this point,” Emily rolled her eyes. “Uh. Are you really cool with it, though?”

“Of course!” Stephanie assured her. “I’ll wear Kelly’s.”

“You’ll wear Kelly’s?” Emily asked. “You mean, you’re gonna wear one with me?”

“I am!” Stephanie decided. “We’re both going around without underwear together, aren’t we? Kelly won’t mind if I wear hers—I think she’d want me to.”

“She—yeah, she would,” Emily agreed with a grin. “This is like, fuck, this is hot, though. We can wear these into the rave—we can be Brian’s slaves. His pets!”

“You’re not slaves, or pets,” Brian sighed. “We’re all, uh—we’re equals. Even with this… unconventional relationship. Okay? I don’t want to ever treat you like you’re anything less than—”

“Fuck outta here with that Chloe shit,” Emily scoffed, pulling the pink ball-gag the whole way out of the box and holding it up for a better look. “I’m gonna put this on, and—no, wait, you’re going to put this on me. Then, I stop being Emily you argue with about this and I become Emily your fuck-toy slut, alright?

“If my costume slips down a bit and my tits come free—I’m not gonna fix it. If my fuckin’ saliva just runs down my face from the gag, down my chest, I’m not gonna do anything about it. You want me to go somewhere, or do something, or stop doing something? Don’t use your words, ‘cause I’m not gonna listen. Use your hands. Your hands, on my body. I want to just be completely in your hands tonight, Brian.”

“I’m… not totally against that kind of play,” Brian admitted with a reluctant smile. “Actually. But, do you really want to jump right into this so soon in our relationship? It seems kinda…”

“I know, yeah,” Emily conceded with a grin. “It’s all… this is all a lot. I know. But like, where else can we do stuff like this? Brian… I’m not waiting ‘till the whole next damn AnimeCon.”

“Same!” Stephanie chimed in with a furious blush. “I’m the same. I want to do this too, to do this tonight. I want to… to be your fuck-toy slut.”

“Just listen to you,” Brian remarked, trying to stifle a surprising surge of arousal at hearing filthy words coming out of the normally shy pink-haired girl with the adorably cute face. “I’ve gotta get you away from Emily and Kelly, they’ve been a terrible influence.”

“I’ve been a terrible influence?!” Emily smacked his shoulder. “Seriously? Seriously?! My lips were innocent! Innocent!”

“Yeah? Well, now they’re not,” Brian said, regarding Emily with an even look and stepping closer. “Right?”

“Uh, yeah,” Emily fidgeted with her bangs and looked up at him with a nervous smile. “I guess they’re not, anymore?”

Looking over his longtime friend, Brian reached up and traced a hand down her cheek, letting his fingertips gently slide down her throat. Emily hesitated, opening her mouth as if to say something, to joke, to make some witty retort, or simply to hear the sound of her own comforting banter— and then closed it, instead wetting her lips with her tongue. She rocked towards Brian slightly so that her neck filled his hand, her soft skin pressing into his palm, and gazed up at him with an anxious look of excitement.

Oh fuck, Brian thought, feeling his heart race again.

He knew he’d been repressing his dominant tendencies so hard and for so long that they’d nearly become warped, inverted. Expressing his desires in any fashion had been terrifying for a while, but these girls right now seemed more than adept at drawing them out from him. The mild frustration of their typical back-and-forth exchanges, the playful arguments him and Emily always had— he wasn’t feeling them present in the air between them right now.

Swallowing back a bit of tension, Brian realized that what he was feeling was turned on. Emily was more than willing, she was eager, she wanted to be submissive and obedient to him, was dying for it, was impatiently waiting for him to take control. Stephanie also seemed excited to have some raunchy fun, but with Emily this was something deeper, some extremely sexual aspect of their relationship she’d been desperately craving to explore.

“Kiss me,” Brian commanded, steeling his nerves. “And then... I’ll lay out our ground rules.”

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/// Don't really have any excuse for why this is so many days late. Fell into a major depressive funk, and that's that. Weaned myself off caffeine again so that it'd have more of an effect when I need it, made the last few trips back and forth to the storage unit separating my furniture and my ex's. Once all my stuff was home I reorganized, sorted, repacked things.

Lost a bit of weight, put on a bit of muscle. Felt like I was swimming in the sweatshirt I'd been wearing all winter, pulled out some of my old clothes for a better fit. Going to start walking a few miles today and keep at it for a few weeks so that I'm hopefully doing jogs or actual running early March.

RE:TT next. Tomorrow or day after.