Week 3 Anna's Date: After Lunch

Looking at the kiosk Anna shook her head. "I feel silly doing this. The fuck do I know about cheerleaders?"

"Don't pretend we never watched them practice after school." Laura laughed from behind her, as Candy giggled. Anna turned to look at them, barely able to make out the blonde clinging to one of Laura's arms past the redhead's big wings.

Anna rolled her eyes and turned back to the machine, they didn't have to be so obvious about it. It wasn't like they could see past her broad form to the screen anyways. "You didn't have to share a locker room with them, that was the worst part of using the school gym." The gossip about everyone else made it clear they had no problem talking shit about her as well when she wasn't around. Though they had learned real fast not to bad mouth Laura or Candy where she could hear it.

"I thought cheerleading would be fun." Candy laughed. "But they were their own group and not very welcoming. Or very nice."

Laura snorted. "They'd have welcomed you with open arms if they knew you could afford to buy the school if you wanted."

Shrugging Candy looked sad again. "I never wanted the money, I'd rather have my parents back."

While Laura tried to console their blonde friend Anna continued to work on her outfit. If it's not broke don't fix it, she thought. Speaking of fixing. "Hey Candy, you want to spend the night with me and Laura?"

"Yes, yes yes!" Came the excited reply, no longer sounding sad. Anna nodded in satisfaction, a private date might have been nice after the romantic morning but she couldn't leave Candy like this. Maybe things would have gone different after high school if they'd included her then. Maybe Laura wouldn't have been so quick to abandon a throuple. Not that they knew what Candy wanted back then, but could have beens didn't require logic.

"Cool, I think I'm done with this shit." Anna finalized her creation. "Lets go hang out at Laura's place after we confront the giant in her lair."

Laura nodded while cradling the giggling blonde in her arms. "Sounds good to me."

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"Well that was a lot of fun." Kim had zero regrets from cumming her brains out right there in front of everyone. Tracy had edged her well and timed that last push masterfully. Carla was her one and only but Tracy could top her any day far as she was concerned.

Carla nodded with a grin. She knew Kim loved playing with others and was glad to see what looked like a burying of the hatchet, though she was a bit shocked Kim had come up with the idea on her own as well. Maybe she'd been back talking about Tracy with Stacy on the way to the pub? That was a good thought, if she'd been on that track to get them involved in the orgy. "What about you Evy? Did watching Tracy walk the girls get you hot and bothered? Did you wish she had a third leash?" She winked at the green haired woman who blushed.

Evelyn might be wearing dominatrix gear, but she was a long way now from intimidating her own cast. Intimidated on her own right by the facts of being on the receiving end of sex and not just watching others. "Um, no? I mean watching Kim crawl, and cum like that, was hot yes. But crawl for Tracy? No." The elven woman shuddered. "I don't think I trust her that far yet."

The redhead hugged the green haired woman to her as they walked together. "Hey no worries! Bondage is all about trust. You have to be able to give yourself completely in the moment, and that means knowing in your heart the other person is going to catch you. Not that letting Tracy lead me on a leash was all that deep though, I don't think I'd trust her to truss me up at this point either. But that's besides the point, what does the idea of a collar about your neck held by someone you do trust do to you? Eh?" Looking deep into the blushing woman's green eyes she saw the only answer she needed.

"I, um. I don't know." Evelyn sputtered.

Carla swooped in from the other side to save the elf before she burned a hole in the floor. "Don't worry about it Evy, no one's putting you on the spot here, but maybe I should hand you Kim's leash so you can see how you like being on this end first, Hmmmm?"

"Oh yes, do that!" Kim enthused. "Are you going to make me crawl too Mistress Evelyn?"

The green haired elf rushed away through the Gryphon marked door as if she was on fire with a squeak. Carla shared a knowing look with her wife. "I think Evy likes it."

"I think we'll have a collar on her yet."

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Penny held Tracy in a princess carry without any effort. Her engineer did weigh more than expected for a Faunus, no human, of her size normally would but it was nothing to the robotic woman. The teal haired woman had her non metallic arm about Penny's neck in a casual sort of way and turned to give her a smile and kiss on the lips that Penny quite enjoyed. "Thanks for getting the room set up while we were at lunch Penny." Tracy told her.

"Quit moving!" Misty hissed at them as she worked on painting the young engineering student and her assistant. Tracy had insisted that Penny counted so had to be included in her portrait. At least she was fully dressed as well for once. "I can't get this right if you're going to keep squirming about."

Gabriella, who sat at the sketch covered desk's chair thought the painting was coming along quite well despite Misty's protests to the subjects of it. She was tempted to reach out and calm her lovers irritation but was also hesitant to do so. She was starting to think that cancelling out Misty's strong emotions too much might be detrimental to the young woman. Best to save it for need with a melt down she decided. Besides, she liked how feisty she got when painting. More full of life than when hiding in her cloak from the world.

She looked over to the bed where Susan and Stacy were lying. The small pink haired woman laying fully on top of Susan, using her breasts as pillows. Tracy had insisted they come with after lunch when Misty asked her about the painting. Gabriella wondered how the young painter was planning to show of a duality of the cat girl in the next. As complex as Tracy was she had the tendency to be very much her all the time at full volume. And unapologetically so.

As Susan lay cuddling the pink haired girl to her she felt the familiar, somewhat pleasant, ache in her breasts again. She hoped the painting wouldn't take too long so the twins could take care of her before it got much worse. That would make for a hell of a painting she thought, laughing while Stacy bounced with her mirth.

Stacy had no complaints though. She thought this felt nice. Like being hugged by mom again.