A knocking at the door

“Hey, are you nearly done in there?”

The muffled sound of a voice came from the outside, just a little impatient to use the portapotty.

“Ah, yeah just give me a minute!”

I replied, hastily stuffing Rachel into her clothes as I pierced her with the spines. The sensation of her soul pouring out through my fingertips felt almost calming, but also a little saddening, like I was speeding down inside while the barely suppressed mania of a spiritual satanic sugar high left me.

As Rachel filled I wondered about her, and the sides of her I’d seen tonight. When I’d met her weeks ago just as boring Alex, a friend of Jimmy, she’d seemed so disinterested in me. Pleasant enough, but in both of us it had seemed as if there was a distance, a certain almost dismissive attitude defined by the massive gulfs in the way we presented ourselves.

Rachel was a rebellious girl, who seemed to challenge the world while having as much fun as possible, defiant in spite of the looks ordinary people gave her, or maybe seeking out those reactions of disapproval and taking pleasure in them. She was a world away from me, with my normcore style and a face that, while not ugly, was so ordinary that it couldn’t be said I elicited any real reaction from people by looks alone.

But now…

I flipped open Heather’s compact mirror, admiring the face of the girl in the reflection. Glossy pink lips and a small, cute nose, with big eyes, enhanced even further by make-up I was impressed had remained so intact. A face framed by light pink hair, cotton candy colors like some kind of anime girl brought to life.

Nothing about “me” now was boring.

I blew a kiss at my reflection with a small giggle as I slid the compact into my side bag and lifted Rachel’s arm up on my shoulder just in time for her to start to stir.

“Hey, hey. Rachel? Are you okay?”

Our faces were close as I supported her, opening the doors to the portapotty as we stumbled out, an impatient man with bags under his eyes and a very runny nose bounding inside after us.

“Ughh… Heather? What happened?”

She seemed a little dazed, the dual pleasures of the **** and her own orgasm suffusing her body and making her pleasantly relaxed, yet failing to abate her confusion.

“We were just dancing for so long, and then you said something about ‘needing to take care of something’ and disappeared. I was worried and followed along, and when I caught up to you, I found you passed out in the portapotty… I was really worried, okay! You need to stay hydrated.”

I handed her a water bottle as she drank it down, my eyes just a little transfixed by a bead of water shining as it rolled down her chin.

“Ahh… I’m sorry Heather… I didn’t mean to worry you.”

I could see a sadness about her she was trying to suppress now, one she was mainly successful at keeping to herself.

“I just haven’t been myself tonight really, but now I totally am…”

She was thoughtful, with a let down expression. I could tell if the real Heather had heard this, she would be very confused, but I knew Rachel was upset she’d lost the skinwalker inside her.

My heart stings a little seeing this actually… she seemed so happy to have me inside her. Maybe later I’ll have to let her know where I went, and we can get together again? Rachel is the only girl I’ve met who might ever be cool with this whole thing.

Then again…

I thought about what had happened in the memory editor, the strange new power I seemed to have developed.

The power to affect deep memories… could I give Heather the same kind of fetishes as Rachel?

The idea of having two sexy girls craving that I wear them stirred deep desire in me, and I could feel an illicit excitement whirl around my heart as I stowed the idea away for later.

By now, Rachel had recovered enough to stand of her own accord, and we made our way back to the main area of the rave. Checking my phone, I could see a lot of time had passed, and we were reaching that point of the night where people’s intoxication grew much more obvious, wild eyes and slack jaws abounding, as the pulsing music seemed to reach harder crescendos and the hypnotic effects of the night reached their pitch.

“Where do you want to go? I wanna make up for my disappearing act earlier, so we can do anything you want to!”

Rachel shouted close to me, struggling to be heard over the music. Glancing around the space, I could see what appeared to be a VIP area set in a raised area overlooking the dancefloor, filled with beautiful women, rich looking guys and even a few celebrities I recognized who lived in the city.

I bet two girls as pretty as us would have no problem getting in there… and I guess Heather is some kind of internet celebrity in her own right, so it’s even more likely.

Heather’s memories told me Gareth would be finishing DJing around now at one of the side stages too.

He seemed like a cool guy, and… mhmm…

I licked my lips as I remembered what “I’d” done with him earlier that night, vivid memories of riding him and crying out as I orgasmed, before going for another round.

Sex with Gareth, and then sex and **** with Rachel a few hours later? Heather really is a bad girl…