A Rough Morning

A head splitting throb awoke John. His mouth felt dry and his lips had a slight metallic taste to them as he licked his sore lips to wet them. John’s eyes slowly fluttered open to stare up at an unfamiliar ceiling. A fan installed in the roof slowly spun in circles, circulating a heavy stench that John couldn’t quite identify throughout the room. Soft sheets and plush pillows told him he was in a bedroom.

‘... Right… I was at Emelia’s,’ John grimaced as his mind strained to recall where he was and why he was there. He could remember arriving… drinking with Red… talking with Sam… Frank and Vanessa arriving… then nothing. ‘Did I pass out during the shots? Something has to have happened after, right?’ John frowned, feeling like an entire portion of his memory had been surgically removed from his brain. Of course, he’d heard that people could forget things after a night of heavy drinking, but the fact that he could recall absolutely nothing past that point was both startling and a little scary.

John winced as he sat up in bed to help get his bearings. He squinted through sleep deprived eyes around the bedroom, though his vision was a little hazy. A faint light trickled through the white curtains, cast across several pictures on the light pink wall. The figures were mostly a blur, but John was pretty sure he could make out Emelia and Jayden in one of them. ‘Oh no…’ John sighed as he connected dots across the gaps in his memory.

Sure enough, as his eyes drifted across the queen sized bed, he found a familiar mane of brown hair curled up at his waist. But she wasn’t alone. Three other girls were curled up under the sheets around him, and several more lay haphazardly across the floor hugging each other or various pillows they’d snagged from the bed. Many of them he couldn’t even name. Not a single girl had a shred of clothing on their person, but varying amounts of sweat, femcum, and fat globs of semen coated their bare bodies. As John saw this, he finally connected the heavy air in the room to the thick smell of copious amounts of cum.

“The fuuuuck,” John groaned as he surveyed the room. But doubt quickly fell over him as he did a double-take around the room. ‘There’s no way I could have done this all by myself… right?’ John questioned as he took in the absurd volume of semen in the room. ‘Surely one guy couldn’t do all this…’ But looking around the room only confirmed that he was the only male present. “The fuck?” he muttered again. He wasn’t sure which was worse: the fact that he’d (presumably) fucked so many girls last night and couldn’t remember a single thing or the fact that it’d happened at all, effectively tossing his oath to never fuck non-Abyssals out the window for it to be continuously run over in traffic.

He racked his brain for answers, but the void in his memories provided none. Still groggy and very much in pain from the splitting headache, John turned to the blonde on his left side and shook her roughly until she began to stir. “Red,” he said in a hoarse but hushed voice. “What the fucking hell happened last night?”

“Wha-?” the blonde moaned as she rolled over to face him.

John blinked.

The blonde rubbed her eyes sleepily and blinked before her eyes focused on John.

The blonde was not his kind and wonderful girlfriend whom he cherished dearly, it was the self-obsessed and bitchy bully which he despised, Vanessa Hawthorne. There was a good minute’s silence as they wordlessly stared at one another, sharing a mutual astonishment as their brains slowly caught up with the implications of what had transpired.

Her sharp but undeniably beautiful features too often curled in a demeaning sneer seemed uncharacteristically innocent and frail now. Her blonde hair was splattered with his spunk, and a thick glob had been dribbling down her chin from the corner of her mouth, drying while she slept. Her lips slowly opened and closed as she tasted him on her lips, all the while her eyes stared up at him with a wide and awe filled expression.

Why’d she have to look at him? He didn’t want to look at her. He wanted to go and find the nearest bundle of rope and hang himself before the shame killed him. Slowly, John’s hand moved to pinch the bridge of his nose as he cast his eyes downwards. He’d literally just fucked his childhood bully, a person whom he loathed and would never even touch should they have been the last two people on earth. His one saving grace was that he couldn’t remember it happening. Maybe he could pretend like it never happened?

Even as the thought crossed his mind, he sighed in defeat. The image of her shocked face was already permanently ingrained in the back of his mind and he’d surely be haunted by it for the rest of his years — if he lived that long.

Any second now Vanessa would surely explode. She’d shriek his ears off, likely claim **** and get the police and a well-paid lawyer involved. With the money he could grind himself and, if he was lucky, the Brighton’s backing, he might be able to survive it but it would nonetheless be a huge hassle.

But not so much as a murmur came from Vanessa’s lips, let alone a scream. Slowly, John opened one eye again. She’d sat up in bed now, her eyes slowly drifting across the room. John had to have been mistaken because he could have sworn something akin to reverence played across her face as her eyes scanned the room.

Unable to resist looking over her supple body in the low light of the morning, John had to admit she truly was a pretty girl. The curves to her body were nothing extraordinary, but her time cheerleading had shaped her thin body well while her luxurious lifestyle gave her pale flesh a warm glow. Really, if she wasn’t a nightmare to deal with, she would have been a girl John would gladly fuck.

Their eyes soon met once again. There was a little more colour in her usually cold eyes now and a slight blush creeped on her face as she looked at him sheepishly. “I… uhm…” she seemed to be struggling with words as much as he was. “I-I need to go…”

Vanessa quickly averted her gaze and pushed the bedsheets away to stand up. As she did, thick globs of cum oozed from her well-fucked cunt, making a wet splat on the carpet. They both stared dumbly at it for a few seconds, Vanessa’s cheeks slowly turning an even brighter crimson before she realised she was still dripping and quickly swiped the nearest pair of panties to plug the leak. John was pretty sure they were Red’s, actually, but found that the lump in his throat rendered him unable to speak up. Instead, he watched her gather her clothes in dumbfounded silence.

Vanessa didn’t dare spare him a glance as she changed, equally silent. She hurried towards the door now fully dressed, where she paused. Her eyes took one last look around the room while she breathed in the heavy musk in the room, before quickly turning tail, unlocking the door.

“Uh, Vanessa,” John managed to finally speak, causing the girl to jump like a startled cat.

She slowly turned around again, reluctantly meeting his gaze. “Y-yes?”

Where was the bitch queen he’d grown to loathe? Who the fuck was this shy, nervous wreck before him? Now that they were actually talking, he didn’t really know what to say. Part of John had meant to say something cruel, to rub it in that her holiness had slept with a lowly “pathetic little beta” like him, but much to his own surprise, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything of the sort. ‘I’m not a spiteful bitch like her,’ he sighed almost regretfully before speaking up. “Y-you may want to clean your face before you go.

“O-oh, right” she laughed sheepishly before rushing to the ensuite bathroom. John heard the sound of running water for several seconds as she scrubbed his dried jizz from her face. No sooner had it ceased than she darted through the room, disappearing into the first floor hallway. The door slowly swung behind her, make a light click as it closed shut once again.

Then the achievements flooded in.

Achievement Unlocked: It’s party time!
Participate in an orgy. It’s only taken you a month to get this far; I’m wet just thinking about what you’ll be like years down the line.
+1 Charisma
+3 Libido

Cum Stud
Ejeculate over 100 times in one night. Well, here come the absurd libido gains. In my defence I thought you’d only unlock these at a time when they’re effectively obsolete. The sad part is you don’t even remember how you did it.
+5 Libido

Cumming in buckets.
Expel over 1000 mL of semen within the span of a few hours. W-wait a second… is this the right branch?
+5 Libido

Achievement Unlocked: Strange Bedfellows
Sleep with a person you at one point had less than -100 RP with.
+2 Charisma

Achievement Unlocked: Mending Bridges
Turn a relationship of -100 RP or less into something positive. But, Vanessa Hawthorne… damn kid you really grow a pair when you’re tanked. I’m not sure who’s more shocked here: you or her.
+3 Charisma

Achievement Unlocked: Justice Served
Fuck over your high school bullies. Several things could have unlocked this achievement, but cucking Frank and literally boning Vanessa… I truly don’t think I’ve ever been more proud of someone than I am with you now. If only you remembered the look on Frank’s face last night as you snake charmed his girl right in front of him.
+3 Stat Points

Well, at least someone was happy with the night’s outcome, but John couldn’t muster up anything close to her enthusiasm. He sat on the bed for another minute, not knowing what to think or do with himself, until his mind reminded him in the form of a painful throb that he was still severely hungover and dehydrated.

John groggily swung his feet off the bed and tried his best not to step on anyone as he staggered over to the ensuite bathroom. Three more girls lay curled up together. They and the wall behind them were all plastered in John’s gunk. An extremely unpleasant smell rose from the toilet which John just flushed without daring to look, before ambling over to the empty shower. Cold water soon cascaded over John, causing him to let out a shiver of relief as he felt the sweat, grime, and femcum wash from his body. He basked in it for a good few minutes, occasionally taking large gulps of shower water as he slowly rehydrated before the urge to piss finally motivated him to turn off the flow and step out.

There was only one fluffy, white towel hanging from the nearby rack, and while John felt uncomfortable using it without Emelia’s permission, he had no other options. After drying himself he stepped up to the mirror hanging above the sink. The expression that stared back at him was one of lingering bewilderment and disbelief at what the evidence claimed transpired last night. He shook his head and opened the bathroom cupboard, quickly finding a box of painkillers and gulping two down in one go.

Behind him, the bathroom door creaked open. “Oh, well that’s just great,” the voice of Samantha sighed. John turned to see her step inside looking like she’d just risen from a grave, naked as the day she was born. Her face was pale while her hair was strewn all over the place. The make-up around her eyes had washed down her face in tear-like patterns while the decorative blood around her lips had mixed with her lipstick and John’s semen, creating the effect of an unbecoming pink splatter around her mouth. Her body, however, was an intricate balance of toned muscle and scarce amounts of fat in the right places, especially from her waist down; years of track and field training had gloriously carved her ass and legs without being obscenely muscular

“Hey! Eyes above the neck, buddy,” Sam croaked as she marched forward and snatched the towel from his shoulder to cover herself. “Last night has to have been the biggest mistake of my life; Elsie is going to strangle me if she finds out I slept with you,” there was a slight pause as Sam noticed the girls sleeping blissfully in the bathtub. “Well done, by the way, I dunno what sorcery you pulled to get so many girls to strip for you, but you sure left a fucking impression; there’s enough cum in that room to paint a fucking wall — are those painkillers? Gimme.”

John obliged, passing her two pills and stepping aside to give Sam access to the sink. She quickly downed them before sticking her face underneath the tap and started scrubbing with the towel.

“I don’t remember anything past the first round of shots… you?” John said as he passed her two pills.

“Oh? You want to have a conversation?” Sam asked hoarsely, a weak smile playing on her lips despite the splitting pain in her head. “Fuck outta here! Get dressed and let me fucking clean up first!”

“Oh, uh, right…” John sheepishly made for the exit, only know registering that he was just standing there naked in front of a girl he hardly knew. Then again, the time for modesty was well past.

John closed the bathroom door behind him as he left and was surprised to find nobody else had roused yet. Red slept contently snuggled up to Emelia on the bed, while the girls whom John couldn’t name didn’t show any signs of waking up in the next year. He found himself shaking his head once again as he searched for his clothes among the mess of women’s undergarments strewn haphazardly across the ground.

Sam stepped back out briefly to collect her clothes before hurrying back into the bathroom, without so much as a glance or word John’s way. But when John heard the sound of the shower begin to run again, he knew he’d be waiting for a bit. ‘Time to wake the slugabed up,’ he decided, giving his girlfriend a firm but gentle shake.

“Mmm?” she groaned, before she groaned again louder. “Fuuuck… it feels like someone’s taken a hammer to my head.”

Without opening her eyes, she slowly sat up in the bed while holding her forehead. “Whe-” Red paused as her delicate nose sniffed the air before she let out a spluttering cough. “My oh my, it reeks of your ejeculate in here, darling. How many ti-” again, Red paused as her blue eyes fluttered open and she took her first look around the room. “Oh,” she hummed in surprise before her gaze drifted to John. “You’re satisfied, I take it?”

John’s head continued to ache as he groaned in reply. “Is this what satisfaction feels like?”

Red let out a light chuckle before wincing and rubbing her forehead again. “It’s a shame, though,” she sighed. “It seems last night was quite extraordinary, yet I remember none of it.”

“Neither,” John agreed.

Red gently ran her fingers through Emelia’s luscious brown hair, speckled with dry semen. “Well, it seems you gave the birthday girl quite the present,” she mused before she gestured towards the bathroom. “And who’s in the shower?”

“Sam.”

“Quite the troupe, then,” Red commented.

“Vanessa was here before, too.”

“Oh my.”

“Are you suggesting you didn’t plan that?” John shot her an accusing glance.

Red began twirling one of her golden locks coyly around one finger. “Whatever are you talking about, darling?”

John made his disbelief clear to her with a slight shake of his head before a sudden buzz from his pocket startled them both. “The fuck calls this early in the morning?” John muttered under his breath as he fumbled in his pocket for the ignore button. He didn’t want to disturb any of the sleeping girls. But seconds after he’d pulled his hand from his pocket, his ringtone began to play again.

He growled in irritation as he pulled out the phone, his headache feeding an irrational loathing for whoever the fuck was on the other end. “What?!” he snapped having not checked the caller ID.

“John?” a familiar Warden’s voice spoke. “S-sorry, I didn’t know it would be a bad time.”

“Oh shit, Moira,” John sighed and tried to calm himself. He gave Red a look that said ‘wait here’ before stepping out into the hallway. “No, don’t apologise, it’s my bad… hangover; it’s just been a rough morning. What is it?”

“I need you near Mitchum Park, there’s been a **** and the Order wants you here...”

“Is it something directly to do with me or is this just work?” John sighed, not exactly feeling like his brain was functional enough to do much of anything right now.

“Work.”

“Then can it be someone else? I can hardly hear myself think, Moira,” John groaned.

“Please, John?” Moira persisted. “My understanding is Father wants to give you more experience. Think of it as an opportunity to prove yourself once again. I can have Reginald bring you something to cure your hangover”

“An Abyssal something?”

“Of course.”

“You should have opened with that,” John lightly chuckled. “Make it two, Red needs one as well.”

“Okay, thank you so much,” Moira laughed happily. “Where are you?”

“Oh, uh… I’m still at Emelia’s,” John replied.

“You stayed over?” the Warden’s voice stiffened.

“Uh, yeah,” John’s eyes flickered towards Emelia’s bedroom door and he determined to never tell Moira what had transpired in that room. She’d probably try and purge the devil from him or something. Well, come to think of it, he was due for a purging anyway so maybe it would be a good thing. “Don’t worry about it, I just passed out, but get me that anti-hangover magic hoo-hah and I’ll be fine.”

“...Okay, then,” Moira said in a manner that said she didn’t quite believe him. “I’ll see you soon”

“Right,” John said in parting before the line closed, leaving him wondering why she was so keen for him to take the job.

He stepped back into the room to find that Red and Sam had traded places. The bizarre girl sat on the bed with her arms crossed and a deep frown creasing her face. “So…” she began. “Don’t you dare tell me that this happened by accident,” Sam gestured around the room. “What sorcery caused this?”

John took another look around the room, grimacing at the sight of his own cum splattered everywhere. “In all honesty, I truly don’t know,” he admitted. “I hardly remember anything from last night.”

Sam gave him a funny look before pressing, “But you know something.”

“I don’t,” John tapped his knuckles lightly against his skull. “Seriously though, I’ll gladly compare notes if you remember anything; I have a lot of blank to fill.”

Sam sighed in defeat. “Everything's a blur. I mean, you’d think something like this would stick in your mind. Does your girlfriend remember anything? Who, by the way, seems to be taking this all in stride.”

“Yeah, uh… she swings,” John shrugged. “And no, she doesn’t remember much either.”

Sam nodded as if she expected the answer. “And you swear you’re being straight with me? You really have no clue what caused this?”

“Believe me, I would love to know,” he replied with a light laugh.

Sam placed one hand on her chin, quietly humming to herself as she tried to think of an explanation. “One person forgetting the night I can understand, but three? No way is it just a coincidence. Someone or something has made us forget…”

‘Damn, she really is paranoid,’ John mused as Red stepped out of the bathroom, now showered and dressed. At the same time his phone buzzed in his pocket. It was Reginald, texting him like an uber driver to let John know he was outside.

Red had probably already guessed that Moira’s call was business related, as she carefully stepped across the room towards the door.

“Anyway, as much as I’d love to chat about conspiracies with you, I really need to get to work,” John explained quickly as he opened the door.

“The fuck?” Sam exclaimed, clear irritation seeping into her voice. “You’re not seriously gonna just run away are you?! At the very least you owe it to Emelia to clean up after yourself!”

“I know, I know,” John replied guiltily. “Look, I promise I’ll come back later today, but this thing at work is urgent.”

Sam crossed her arms and shot him a scathing look. “Uh-huh.”

“Would you like my number?” John offered. “That way you can bug me over the phone about it until I come back.”

“No need,” Sam replied steadily. “I already have it.”

“What?”

“Elsie and I looked it up on the school registry; Frank was hunting you down and we wanted to warn you, but you never pick up,” the girl explained.

“...Right,” John sighed, recalling he had missed a few calls during the Vulpis incident. “Well… In any case, I’ll be back later today.”