I don't want anybody else, when I think about you I touch myself

“Mary… will you marry me?” Nick knelt in front of Mary on one knee, presenting her with a ring. But all she could focus on was the look of adoration and love in his eyes. The rest of the world had no meaning in that moment, it was just the two of them.

Mary’s heart leapt from her chest. “Yes! Oh, yes!” She cried, overwhelmed with emotion. “I’ve never wanted anything more!”

Finally, she could marry him. It was her heart’s desire.

Nick rose to his feet and took her by the hand. His face burned with passion.

He leaned down and whispered into her ear. “Then that means you’re officially my wife.”

Mary froze. “…H-Huh?” She looked into his eyes and he smirked.

“Now we don’t have to hold ourselves back… we can finally do what we’ve always wanted.” Nick grabbed her by the arms and pushed her down, and she suddenly realized she was in a bedroom, with a soft feather bed beneath her.

“Wait!” Mary cried, not sure what was going on. Why was he being so aggressive with her?

“I’m not going to wait any longer!” Nick growled. He grabbed her flannel shirt and pulled it free of the knot, baring her enhanced boobs to the world. The round and perky orbs that signified her youthful sex appeal bounced high on her chest, and she moved to cover them, only to find that Nick had pinned down her hands.

“Don’t struggle,” Nick whispered softly into her ear, kissing her collar. “Don’t you want this too? We’ve been waiting for so long, and now we can finally do what we always wanted, from the moment we saw each other.”

It was then that Mary realized her denim shorts had been torn away without her noticing. Her honeypot was exposed, dripping with lecherous anticipation as Nick hovered on top of her, his throbbing shaft burning hot against her nethers. He pulled back, pushing his head against her lower lips, and then-

“Ahn!” Mary woke up arching her back, feeling a surge of pleasure rush through her. Nick was still heavy on top of her, but she didn’t feel any pain. Her first time was supposed to hurt, wasn’t it? So why didn’t it… why didn’t she…

…

Wait, why did she feel so empty down there? Where had Nick’s penis gone?

She cautiously cracked open her eyes, only to see the sun streaming in from the window. Then she glanced down.

Nick wasn’t on top of her. It was Mimi. The white girl was clinging to her tightly and using her breasts like pillows.

“M-Mimi!” Mary struggled to push the slime girl off of her, but she just felt the stickiness of her pale flesh. Finally after enough pushing Mimi woke up, and rolled off of the farmgirl. Mary slumped back in bed and caught her breath, staring up at the ceiling.

So it was just a dream… Nick and I… we didn’t get married, and… we aren’t… She bit her lip. We aren’t starting a family…

Knowing that caused Mary to feel a great sense of loss.

“I’m sorry,” Mimi apologized, rubbing her eyes. “I know you said I could hug you, but-”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it,” Mary said, smiling. While she had been unsure about allowing another woman to embrace her in her sleep, compared to how many people had been on Nick’s bed during the movie night, it didn’t really matter at this point. “Did you sleep well?”

Mimi nodded.

“Did you have a good dream?” Mary remembered her own dream, and felt a twang between her legs that she banished by clenching her thighs together.

Mimi stared at her. “Dream… a dream… something like that…”

She looked down and shook her head. “I don’t remember my dreams.”

Mary frowned. It could be that Mimi didn’t dream at all, given her dubious nature as a plant. But it could also be the case that she simply, honestly, couldn’t remember her dreams.

“That’s fine for now,” Mary said, placing her hand over Mimi’s, ignoring the slimy sensation. “I’m sure that someday you’ll have a very good dream.”

Mimi nodded, and to Mary’s eyes, she looked almost glum.

“What did you dream about?”

The question stabbed Mary in the chest.

“Um… uhum, well…” Mary started to flounder, not sure what to tell the slime girl. She couldn’t lie, because that would be a sin. But she also didn’t feel comfortable telling her about her incredibly sexual dream. That seemed even worse.

“Just… you know, a dream about married life…” That wasn’t technically a lie, so she was safe. Hopefully Mimi would drop the topic.

But unfortunately for Mary, the slime girl latched onto something else completely. “Marriage…” She echoed, staring blankly at the redhead. “Tell me… what is ‘marriage’? I’ve heard of it… I saw it in that movie… but what is it?”

Mary swallowed. This poor girl… she really didn’t know anything, did she?

“Marriage is a wonderful thing,” Mary answered, brushing her hair out of her eyes. She stared blissfully off into the distance. “When a man and a woman love each other very much… more than anyone else in the entire world… they take a vow before God and promise him that they will always care for and love each other, that they will always put each other’s needs and happiness before their own. They become a single person then, mind, body, and soul, and are united together for all time in perfect bliss.”

Mary clasped her hands together over her heart and sighed, imagining once more her dream of marrying Nick. A large ceremony with all her friends and family in attendance, the beautiful chapel, the gorgeous dress… Nick’s erection tenting the front of his tuxedo… him pushing her down and ripping that gorgeous dress to tatters just to get to her that much faster… taking her right there in front of God and everyone she knew…

“Ah!” It took a second to snap out of that fantasy, and she quickly shook her head. Her libido was making it impossible to even carry out simple conversations! “S-Sorry, I was… distracted… where were we?”

Mimi stared at her. “Marriage,” she reminded the redhead. “You were talking about marriage.”

“Ahem, yes, that’s right.” Mary cleared her throat, hoping the hotness in her cheeks (and other areas) would fade. “Marriage… marriage is the culmination. The ultimate end to any loving relationship, and the beginning of a new life. Not as one individual, but as two, a couple united for the purpose of procreation.”

Mimi nodded. “I see. Then does that mean two women cannot get married?”

Mary nearly choked. “Wh-What?!”

“If the purpose of marriage is procreation, then is it acceptable for a woman to marry another woman? Or would that be wrong?”

“That’s, um… w-well, some people say it’s not, but me, personally, I don’t have a problem with it…” Mary stammered, trying to keep the conversation from going in an odd direction. “Procreation doesn't need to always be the end goal of marriage. If two people love each other and want to swear their hearts to one another, it shouldn’t matter what gender they are, don’t you think?”

“So what about two men? Can they get married too?”

“Err, um… y-yes, that’s fine as well, I suppose.”

“But what about three people?”

“GEE, WOULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME?” Mary grabbed Mimi and dragged her off the bed. “I’D SAY WE NEED TO GET BREAKFAST!”

Mary hadn’t expected a few questions from Mimi to make her get this hot under the collar. She sat a fair distance away from the other girls. She needed some time for herself, to cool off. Being around Mimi and answering all her questions would just make her feel even weirder.

She gazed down the table at the other girls. Dani, Gina, and Dawn were all sitting around Mimi and chatting with her, and it looked like she was absorbing everything they had to say like a sponge. The only other woman sitting near Mary was Carly, who had taken one look at the slime girl and sat as far away from her as possible. She was looking in the other direction, eating her food in peace.

Mary squinted. She didn’t know what costume Carly was wearing today (though she never did) and was just grateful it was modest. Another schoolgirl uniform of some kind, judging by the clothes she saw in Kim’s room. It reminded her of a sailor’s uniform. The cosplayer had grown out her hair to her shoulders and returned it to its natural brown, and a yellow ribbon held her bangs in place.

She’s so beautiful… Nick didn’t hesitate at all to sleep with her, did he? Mary bit her lip, remembering how Carly had boasted to all of them how much fun the two had together, even as far back as their date night. Nick hadn’t made his attraction to Carly subtle in the least.

Would he want to do that stuff with me, too? She wondered, remembering how passionate he’d been in his dream. She clenched her thighs together. It’s not like I don’t have those urges. I do. But it’s not right! Doing those sorts of things before you’re married…that’s a sin, isn’t it?

Mary’s greatest fear was giving into the urges plaguing her body. She’d been able to control herself before now, but her most recent transformation had started eating away at her self-restraint. It felt like she was struck by those feelings every day now. Her dreams had grown more and more lascivious as the week progressed, to the point where they’d started to leak into her waking thoughts. She had to do something to address them, or else she might explode.

“Hey there red, how are you feeling?”

Mary gasped, nearly jumping a foot in the air at the French accent from behind her. She whirled around in her seat to see Rose smiling at her, tray in hand. The blonde wore a blue sweater and leggings, an outfit Mary much preferred to the slinky red dress she used to wear, flaunting her boobs to everyone.

“I’m, uh… okay?” What kind of answer was she looking for? Or was she just making small talk? Mary wasn’t good with Rose’s flirty personality. Especially not when the blonde set down her tray right next to Mary’s, clearly intent on chatting her up even more.

“That’s good to hear. I’m doing fine myself,” the actress tittered. “Although I can see why Kim got overwhelmed working I that job… they had me posing for photos all day!”

“Oh, that’s right!” It had almost slipped Mary’s mind. “Thanks for that, by the way. Kim really needed that break.”

“Not a problem, ask me any time!” Rose smiled mischievously. “I actually made a pretty penny in BP, if you can believe it.”

“Wh-What? Really?” Mary asked, surprised. Although she really shouldn’t have been. She remembered watching Rose show off her body for Nick and her, along with Mimi and Kim. Putting herself on display so easily… Mary could never do something like that in a million years.

“It was pretty great. I got a whole 1000 BP thanks to a certain someone’s lingerie purchases.” Rose glanced across the table. Her eyes landed on Dani, who jumped a little in her seat and quickly hid her face.

Dani: 5600 BP – 2000 BP = 3600 BP

Rose: 1000 BP + 1000 BP = 2000 BP

Dani bought lingerie? Mary couldn’t believe it. She was a lesbian, right? So what reason would she have to buy sexy underwear?

…For Nick’s sake, maybe?

Mary glanced down at her own body. Maybe I should buy some too… just in case. She certainly had the figure for it now. But the thought of wearing underwear like the ones she saw in the shop…

No, I just can’t do it! That would be like saying “I’m preparing myself to get fucked by a guy!” That’s too embarrassing!

Rose stared thoughtfully at Mary’s face and tapped her chin. “…Mary, did something good happen?”

Mary flinched a little. “Wh-What? Why?”

“Oh, no reason, you’ve just got this kind of… glow about you, I guess. One of those things you get a feel for if you’ve been around enough pretty people in love.”

“I’m, uh…” Mary would never deny her feelings of love for Nick. But she didn’t like them being the focus of breakfast conversation, either.

“Did you have a really nice dream or something? Is that it?” Rose tittered.

Mary gulped and nodded sheepishly.

“Aww, that’s so cute! Actually, last night I-oh, look! There’s Nick!” Rose hopped up from her seat and flounced over to Nick as he entered the banquet hall, practically throwing herself into his arms.

“Hey there, mon compagnon,” she cooed, kissing him on each cheek. Nick responded with a roll of his eyes, gently pushing some space between the two of them.

“Yes, I get it, good morning,” he replied with a good-natured chuckle that Rose returned. Mary watched them joke around together enviously from her seat.

She’s so forward… I wish I could joke around with Nick like that again. Mary sadly recalled her days back in college. They had shared jokes and played around just like Rose was doing. Though it wasn’t as sexually charged, of course. Back then, I used to get along with him so well. Even with my feelings for him. But now, everything’s changed.

Now Mary and her feelings… they just weren’t enough.

She also noticed that Nick had come down alone. Which meant Kim had already gone back to her “part time” job.

Mary sighed and shook her head. Well, at least she got a break for yesterday. Hopefully things will be better for her. If only she wouldn’t work as hard, then she’d be fine.

“Good morning.”

Mary jumped again as another girl sat down on the other side of her. It was Dakota!

Why am I so distracted today?! She questioned. Everyone kept sneaking up on her.

Dakota seemed to be in a good mood. Almost unnervingly-so. She smiled at Mary like they were friends, and her golden eyes were shining brightly.

Mary had a bad feeling about this.

“G-Good morning,” Mary mumbled, forcing a smile to her face. “Sleep well?”

“Oh, like a dream,” Dakota purred, her lips curling up in a smile. “What about you?”

Mary flinched a little at that word “dream”.

Does she know? No way she could know… but the way she’s looking at me… Dakota was eyeing Mary up like she was a delicious steak. Mary squirmed in her seat, wishing she was anywhere but here. But she didn’t have the courage to do something as rude as just getting up and leaving.

“How are you handling your transformation?” Dakota asked, propping up her cheek with her hand. “You know. The one about your… libido.”

Mary gulped and felt another surge of pleasure shoot through her body. She clutched her silverware.

“Mine’s pretty difficult to manage myself,” Dakota admitted. Mary remembered that she wasn't the only woman who got a transformation that made her hornier. “But I’m able to hold on. Just one more night, after all.”

Oh… that’s right, she’s after me. Her night with Nick is tomorrow. Mary was so frazzled she couldn’t even remember the order.

“So do me a favor and don’t wear him out too much, okay?” Dakota winked, chuckling a little.

Mary turned red.

“I-I wouldn’t!” She protested. “Nick and I… we wouldn’t do things like that! Not until we get married!”

That was way too loud. She looked around the room and saw everyone was staring at her. She met Nick’s eyes and he blushed, looking down at his lap.

Mary wanted to die. She wanted to melt into a puddle like Mimi and disappear.

Dakota took a long sip from her glass of water. “…Feeling a little worked up, are we?”

“I…” Mary didn’t even know how to respond to that. She sank down deeper into her chair, absolutely humiliated.

Dakota sighed and shook her head. “Look, Mary, I understand. You’re in a tough place right now. You want to be with Nick, but you can’t, because of your beliefs.”

What did Dakota know? She wasn’t even religious. She could have Nick whenever she wanted, and she was pitying her?

Mary couldn’t help the bitterness welling up in her chest.

“I can handle things myself,” she replied snappishly. “I’m happy to wait.”

But the warmth in her loins told a different story.

“I respect that a lot, you know.” Dakota leaned back in her seat as Mary stared at her in amazement.

“Y-You do?”

“Yup,” Dakota nodded. “Wanting to wait until marriage… even given the rules of this show, even when you’re afflicted with that transformation… it’s admirable. But you know, there’s other stuff you can do to take the edge off.”

“You mean m-m-mast-err, touching myself? No, thank you, that’s wrong.” Mary shook her head adamantly.

“Wow, that’s pretty drastic. But no, not what I’m talking about,” Dakota said, shaking her head. But she admired that, like her, Mary didn’t want to spoil herself for Nick by masturbating. Out of everyone, you may just be my favorite, Mary.

She licked her lips.

“You believe that sex is a sacred act between husband and wife, correct?” Dakota asked, keeping her voice low so as not to draw any more attention to their conversation. Even Carly who was sitting a seat or two away couldn’t hear, if she’d been listening.

Mary nodded.

“But there are other forms of intimacy that are possible, you know. If Nick really is ‘the one’.”

Mary gulped. “You mean…”

“Anal sex.”

Mary slapped the table, rendering Dakota’s work at discretion pointless.

“That is another sin!” She growled. “I will have no such-”

“Fine. Well, what about oral sex then?”

Mary blanched. “O-Oral? What’s that?”

Dakota couldn’t believe her ears. “Are you kidding me right now?” She muttered under her breath. “Oral sex, you know, like a blowjob?” She mimed a blowjob for Mary.

Mary felt sick to her stomach. “Putting a man’s… that in my mouth? That’s…”

“Well, fine, if you don’t want to do that, then what about hand stuff? Or putting those boobs of yours to work?” Dakota suggested. “Look, all I’m saying is that it’s more than possible to satisfy Nick, and satisfy yourself, without ever doing that one little thing.”

Mary gulped.

“That… no, I cannot.” She rejected the idea completely, no matter how much her body urged her to do so. “According to the book of Genesis, to spill a man’s seed without the intention of procreating is wicked in the lord’s sight.”

“Ah, the Sin of Onan, yes,” Dakota smirked, startling Mary. Someone else here had read the Bible? And it was Dakota, of all people?

“That’s the story where Judah has sex with his son’s widowed wife thinking she’s a prostitute and then conceived a child with her, right?”

Mary blanched. “Well, err… p-parts of Genesis are no longer seen as canon per the church, so… b-but still! Leviticus 15:1-18 is very clear about a man’s… d-discharges. It is unclean!”

“Ah, but you just said the Old Testament need not always be followed. So there’s no problem then!” Dakota cheered, her eyes shining mirthfully. “Go and spill his seed however you please.”

“B-But… no, I just can’t!” Mary could accept the fact that there was nothing technically wrong with bringing Nick to orgasm with her hands. Or even with her mouth. Dakota was correct, the Bible never directly condemned oral sex in any passage that she’d ever read.

Mary’s objection was much more personal than that. The thought of Nick’s seed ending up anywhere but inside her womb made her feel nauseous.

“What about you, then?”

Mary stared at her.

“…Me?”

“You might not be willing to touch him, but would you object to him touching you? Say, if he wanted to bring you pleasure… down there?”

Mary bit her lip, imagining how good it would feel, Nick touching and caressing her vagina. But she had to be strong.

“Penetration… b-being penetrated, even by a finger, before marriage… it’s…”

“Forget that, then. What if he just… licks you?” Dakota suggest, running her tongue across her lips. “Until it’s your turn to… discharge.”

Mary gulped. That… that had to be sinful, right?

And yet her mind was having trouble calling back any passages that would agree with her.

“I’m not saying you have to,” Dakota shrugged, leaning back and giving Mary some space. “But listen. Consider this theory and tell me if it makes sense. God created man in His image, correct?”

Mary nodded.

“And Eve was created from the rib of the first man, Adam. Her parts were different from Adam’s, but you can’t argue that they weren’t both created in God’s design, can you?”

“No, of course not.” Mary shook her head adamantly. “Men and women have the bodies they do because He intended it to be so.”

Dakota’s eyes glowed with triumph. “Do you know what the clitoris is?”

Mary turned red. Such vulgar words while eating! But she nodded, glancing down at her crotch instinctively.

“Some say it’s the source of a great deal of pleasure for women… one of the most sensitive, erotic spots on the human body.” Dakota’s voice carried a deep, sensual timbre that made Mary’s legs shake. “So in other words… you could argue… no, you must argue that God created us women with a clitoris… so that we could feel pleasure.”

Mary gulped. She slowly nodded her head, embarrassed but unable to find fault in Dakota’s logic.

“So wouldn’t you agree that denying yourself pleasure as a woman is an affront to the purpose God created you for?”

That didn’t sound totally right to Mary. But the ache between her legs was too loud for her to think clearly.

“Mary.” Dakota snapped her fingers in front of Mary’s face, drawing her out of her haze. Mary gulped and her eyes refocused on the pale girl in front of her.

“Y-Yes?” She asked weakly.

“I want to make an arrangement with you. About tomorrow.” Dakota’s voice was as soft as silk. She looked serious, and Mary tensed up.

“What…” She swallowed, her heard pounding in her chest.

“What sort of… arrangement?”