AnimeCon Harem 9: 9 pt 17 (Patreon)

/// This section's in continuity error until I can do a major edit or revision, apologize in advance! It can be hard to keep all of the characters in mind at once when I get into the zone and super-focused into specific characters' mindsets.

Stephanie decided to insist on fitting the condom onto him, and she took in the sight of his glistening dick with rapt attention. She felt more comfortable staring at the thing now, more familiar with it after having experienced it in some small amount. It represented his gender, it was the most intimate part of him and made to fit perfectly into her most intimate places and seemed to deserve some reverence for that.

It does seem less alien to me now, Stephanie thought as she broke the condom wrapper and took the strange rubbery latex ring out. I feel like I recognize it more, understand it in better ways. It’s not that it’s looking more handsome to me— I’m just understanding it more. But... it also just looks more and more handsome.

After a short moment of determining the correct orientation of the condom, she put it to Brian’s crown and carefully started to slip and roll the protective covering down his length. Pink flames of agitated excitement licked up through her as she got it on the whole way, and the notion that now they could fuck without any restraint at all appeared despite the obvious fact that forgetting the prophylactic earlier already hadn’t stopped them from acting with total disregard.

“I-it’s on,” Stephanie wet her lips. “I think?”

“Yeah,” Brian confirmed. “We’re good.”

“How do you want to…?” Stephanie’s eyes slowly climbed up his naked body to meet his gaze as distracting towers of fire rose up within her again.

He answered with lips and tongue and Stephanie swooned into him because that was always the right answer. Her mouth seemed to melt into his and it felt like she was venting brilliant pink plumes of excess lust out into him. At the same time, Brian’s desire continued to feed into her, explosively flammable feelings tinged with the excited inclinations of what he wanted to do to her, flavors of lust and aching need that lit her up inside with continuous little reactive bursts of emotion.

They tumbled down onto the bed like the collapse of a burning edifice— Brian atop her— and glowing embers danced up into the air on swirls of pink smoke. Hands found her breasts and grabbed them possessively, his every ungentle touch a backdraft rush of fresh air to her hungry fire, and Stephanie mewled and quivered into their kiss as he plucked at her nipples. She was fighting to get at least one of her legs out of the way so that she could open herself up to him, her hands were clawing at his back, and the pinch of his fingertips twining about the sensitive swollen nubs felt so good that it hurt and all she could think was that she wanted him squeeze them even harder, to tweak them, pull them, lavish them with the tactile attention they desperately craved.

Finally she managed to free herself enough to spread her thighs wide for him, and her hands scrabbled down to reach between them. They needed to be joined in every way, she absolutely needed him inside of her for this moment to be right, and as their kiss finally broke so that they could both gasp for breath, Stephanie managed to line up the rigid extension of him. Brian pushed inside her without hesitation and it was magic. She shuddered and her vaginal walls clamped down around him in response but still gave way as he inexorably slid deeper and deeper inside of her until she was completely molded around his shape.

“Auhhhh—!” Stephanie let out a sound as she let her tangle of pink hair flop back against the bed, and she rewarded Brian with a brilliant smile.

“Stephhh,” Brian let out a husky murmur that was the new most beautiful thing she’d ever heard.

They both paused for a moment to simply enjoy the feeling of being connected to one another, and then Brian reared back slightly, taking care to arrange Stephanie’s raised thigh in front of him while her other was trapped down beneath him. Their new position was sexier, more thrilling somehow, because facing Brian she could see what he was doing to her—and what she was doing to him—so she became both captive audience and total prisoner to their act of consummation.

Brian drew back with a tilt of his hips, pulling partway out of her, and then shoved himself back inside of her with a thrusting jerk that slapped across Stephanie’s senses like a blast wave of pleasure and satisfaction. She’d just made up her mind to speak up and tell him how amazing that felt because it was incredibly important that he knew how effective this particular angle and position and motion were— when Brian hauled back and drove himself home into her in another massive thrust that rocked both of their bodies. And again. And again.

Stephanie’s mouth fell open and she could only regard him with what must have been a stupefied look as he slammed into her over and over and over. It felt too good, it was too much all at once every single time, and the act was continuous. The blazing conflagration within her was stirring up into a maelstrom of flame that wreathed all of her senses, he was fucking her harder and harder, his body clapping against hers with the sheer force of it, and Brian wasn’t stopping.

The physical piledriving piston motion of him pounding into her forced her to spread both arms out across the bed for balance, it had her small breasts bouncing and her pink tresses swaying back and forth and it was pressing little gasps of pleasure out of her. The wildfire of color inside of her was growing more intense, was graduating into a roiling inferno of heat and hunger and Stephanie wasn’t sure she would ever be the same again after this.

“Bri— Bri——Bri—aaaaann——!———!————!”

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“Think I might’ve just made a kinda big discovery,” Kelly said, clawing a brush through her hair and then examining the tines. “This stuff doesn’t come out.”

Rebecca felt another tremble working its way down her body and she turned away from her friends. Her hands were already buried in the lap of her tunic, but if another wave of that coursed through her it would look less like she was sitting next to the lounger in a somewhat awkward position and more like she was—

Ohh no no no no stop stop STOP! Rebecca squealed to herself. Not fair! NOT FAIR! You, you GUYS. It’s—you’re—how do I stop um um RECEIVING?! What you are doing is PERSONAL and it’s just just just spilling out EVERYWHERE and please please please please—!

“What doesn’t come out?” Emily asked. “The color? Or the hair itself?”

“The hair itself,” Kelly answered. “Look, watch..”

The scene girl carefully portioned out an almost invisible single strand of brilliant red hair, twirled it around her fingers like dental floss, and then pulled it taut. The gathering of girls watched with interest as the hair pinched the skin of her fingers at the applied tension. The single strand refused to break, even after Kelly’s hands began to tremble from the amount of force she was trying to use.

Trying and failing to focus on what Kelly was doing—because it was surely really interesting if she could just pay attention—Rebecca gnawed on her lip and tensed her shoulders again. Another flash of pink heat boomed in her mind like a gout of fire, and then another, and no matter how much Rebecca mentally withdrew that firestorm just kept spreading and spreading.

“Yeah— nothing,” Kelly said, staring intently at the hair. “Pretty sure we can’t separate even a single hair of the new color stuff from our heads. Emily, there’s a little disposable lighter in my purse somewhere, can you—”

“On it!” Emily chirped, lunging forward to unzip the purse.

After a quick moment of rifling through jumbled cosmetics and junk, Emily found the lighter. She flicked it in her hand until a little flame appeared, and Rebecca let out a small noise at the sight.

“Rebecca?” Megan asked, putting a hand on her shoulder in concern. “Are you alright?”

“I’m okay!” Rebecca squeaked out in a small voice. “Just—need to visit the ladies room soon!”

What she actually needed to do in the privacy of a ladies room was in fact pull back the hanging edge of her tunic, shove down the viking trousers and the smallclothes she wore beneath and masturbate with wild abandon. Rebecca’s middle two fingers needed to issue frantic relief to this overwhelming pink feedback she was unintentionally receiving. Rampant arousal was issuing throughout the dreamscape forest like choking clouds of thick smoke, because Stephanie was getting fucked. Stephanie was getting fucked, and whatever her charm power was, it seemed to be throwing sensual secondhand signals through Rebecca’s body that were making her clammy with sweat.

“Well, fuck me,” Kelly murmured, holding out a strand of bright red hair to the open flame of the lighter. Nothing happened.

“Do you know the one thing that makes hair completely fireproof?” Kelly smirked, glancing at Emily.

“Uhhh. I don’t… think so?”

Kelly moved the lit lighter back and forth, drawing the flame across the hair, but there was no result. The single strand remained an unflinching persistent line even when held continuously through the little tongue of flame.

“Me either,” Kelly said. “It all burns. Hell, wet hair held up to a flame like this will still burn up in a split-second. Even the thickest human hair is like, one five-hundredth of an inch wide, so there’s no way it can stand up to open flame, like… ever.”

“What does this mean?” Emily asked, stunned. “Could it be the lighter’s just not… hot enough, or something?

“Hell if I know?” Kelly laughed. “Doesn’t explain why I can’t snap a hair with my fingers then, now does it? Wish we had a pair of scissors. Hey, maybe it’s just the red— you want to see if your blue burns?”

“Kinda?” Emily looked uncertain. “But, also kinda not? Like what if my thing is waterproof hair instead since I’m blue and water? We like, don’t even know if the special color hair even grows normally anymore or whatever. For all I know I could be stuck with damaged hair for forever.”

“I bet you’d just rub in Brian’s cum like shampoo, since it’s all magic,” Kelly suggested with a smirk. “Right? Really lather it in there, and—”

“Um um I’m going to go find a ladies room!” Rebecca exclaimed, squirming up to her feet.

The phantom sensation was rolling across her in a steady throb now, and Rebecca could almost physically feel Stephanie being fucked. The invasive pink flames had spread throughout vast swathes of the dreamscape forest and each tantalizing lick and lap of pink upon her naked branches was illuminating the rich browns of Rebecca’s native charm color and causing some sort of reaction.

Oh no no no no you stay away from my um, my—

“Uhh, okay,” Emily gave her a curious look. “You alright?”

“Gotta go, gotta go!” Rebecca called out in a small voice as she fled towards the hotel lobby. Surely there’s a public restroom SOMEWHERE here—there, there HAS to be!

The forest fire wasn’t burning her, and what it was transmitting through the oaken trunks and bared branches wasn’t heat—it was emotion, it was primal expressions of lust that were absolutely overpowering in their natural simplicity. The joy of really great sex strummed through Rebecca’s mind in a steadily increasing cadence she knew all too well, and she nearly stumbled as she threw open the hotel’s poolside door and escaped inside.

You—you you guys are going to be in so much trouble!! I’m—oh please please yesss no STOP STOP—I’m going to be, to be so cross with you both! When I get my finge—um, my hands on you! SO MUCH TROUBLE!

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/// What the hell, how does part 9 already have seventeen parts?! I've either been dragging this out, or I maybe need to go back through and do some trimming down to remove unnecessary sections. But later, because I feel like I'm in the zone here and want to get the rest of the way to Part 10 while all of this stuff is where it should be in mind.

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