Fast forward to the morning

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Minako floated through hazy, blissful world of oblivious dreams. She felt completely relaxed and satisfied, her exhausted body relishing all the more the chance to rest and sleep thanks to her earlier exertions. And all around her she felt herself wrapped up in something snug, warm, and soft, as if she was buried in downy pillows. She was dead to the world, deep in sleep, and whatever tiny bit of awareness that might trickle into her head between dreams of soft lips and exploring hands and licking tongues was very willing to let her drift through her slumbering heaven as long as possible.

So of course the phone had to ring.

As Minako came crashing back to reality, she let out a small cry of protest. As her eyes fluttered open, she was momentarily confused about where she was. Why was it so dark, and what was this vaguely pink obstruction in her face. As her mind traced its way back through the events of the previous day, she felt a blush growing on her face. The "pillows" she was surrounded by were in fact the bodies of her teammates...friends...lovers pressed up against her own. What she was partially blinded by was in fact Mitsuru's fantastic breasts, her face currently buried between the great orbs. She had a vague recollection of passing out somewhere in the midst of licking and sucking on the magnificent things (Mitsuru had proven very receptive to such treatment). If the warm space enveloping her left knee was any indication, Mitsuru had similarly fallen asleep while entwining her inner thighs around her lover and rubbing the younger girl's knee against her sensitive areas. As for Yukari, the hand on Minako's thigh and the ticklish sensation of breath on her butt and across her folds proved the girl hadn't gone far away.

If Temptation had its way, Minako would probably wake up like this a lot in her immediate future. And while she distinctly remembered this was a bad thing, Minako's semi-awake mind was straining to remember exactly why that was.

Another explosion of sound rocked smashed into her plain of awareness. Oh right. The phone.

Minako heard a pair of small gasps on either side of her. Her blush grew deeper as she realized that her friends were going to be greeted with an intensely close look at Minako's naked body as the first thing they would see upon returning to consciousness. Minako held her breath, feeling the eyes of the girls on her. The scrutiny lasted through three loud rings of the phone before Minako dared to say anything.

"Morning." She said in a tiny voice.

"....Morning." Came the dual reply. The three embarrassed women began to stir, gently untangling their limbs from the tight contact and slowly rose.

Minako scampered to the phone and hastily answered. Yukari and Mitsuru found themselves staring at her retreating form, her bouncing bottom almost hypnotic. Tearing their eyes away from the sight, the pair looked at each other and found themselves spellbound once again. Dim memories of the previous night flashed behind their sleepy eyes, memories full of what the pair had done to those naked bodies, things far more naughty and embarrassing than anything they had learned about in school. As their eyes finally met the pair blushed and quickly looked away. Without a word exchanged between them, they knew exactly what was going through the other's mind.

"Hello?" Minako croaked into the phone. "Eh? Its 5:00! But...yes, I know how a love hotel works! But we're not even showered or dressed yet! You can't just kick us out like this! Please! At least...half an hour? Okay. That's...okay. Arigato. We'll be there."

Yukari looked at Minako in totally agony. "Don't tell me we have to get up now."

"They're giving us thirty minutes to get out. We need to get showered and dressed!" Minako said.

"Come onnnnnn." Yukari said, collapsing back onto the bed. "We've had...what? An hour to rest? Maybe two?"

"Less than two." Mitsuru said, her head drooping.

"This...this is so you guy's fault! The shadow possession stuff I get, I'm not holding any grudges for that! But...but dammit, who uses Media like that, huh? Which one of you perverts came up with THAT little maneuver?"

Minako and Mitsuru blushed intensely. Media was a basic healing spell that effected the whole group. It turned out that in addition to its other properties, Media easily allowed one to recover from certain...vigorous activities one might put one's body through...activities that would otherwise strain the body and cause so much soreness that it would become hard to walk (let alone continue with said activities). In addition, it turned out that the energies invoked by Media could be...focused on certain parts of the body. Doing so caused a surge of adrenaline and hormones in those areas. In the case of erogenous zones, the effect was a more intense arousal and added sensitivity to another's touch. Given that all three girls had access to Personas with healing abilities who's mystic energies had been honed through the course of the year to incredible heights, their threesome had been far more daring and energetic than it otherwise might have been...after all, no matter how intense, painful or exhausting the lovemaking would get, the three of them could instantly recover with a snap of the finger.

"Not that it wasn't fun, but healing doesn't equal being well rested. Otherwise we could run amuck in Tartarus all the time and never get tired." Yukari muttered. "Seriously, which of you came up with that? What kind of perverted freak would want to use our powers like that?"

Minako and Mitsuru looked at each other, brows furrowed. Mitsuru coughed once. "Yukari...wasn't that your suggestion?"

Yukari blinked, then blushed. "Oh. Right."

The three paused. "Okay, just shut up!" Yukari blurted out.

"We didn't say-"

"Your thinking it, dammit! So stop right now!"

"....in any event." Mitsuru said, shaking her head. "Perhaps we should just call the front desk and rent the room for another day."

"Huh? Isn't that expensive? And what about school?"

"It is expensive, but I can afford the cost. Given our lack of rest, and our limited supply of clothes, I would rather call in sick. It neatly avoids a new round of humiliation, it will let us rest as long as we like, and...." Mitsuru blushed. "And it would allow us some leisure time to play with one another on our own volition. Assuming...that proposition appeals to everyone."

Eye contact was a difficult achievement this morning, but the nervous glances and blushing smiles the trio gave one another before casting their eyes back to their bare feet offered an embarrassed affirmation.

"Good, then-NO!" Mitsuru cried, as quite against her will she found herself rising to her feet, pushing her chest out and swaying her hips erotically as she moved. Minako and Yukari looked on in confusion, then found their own bodies acting of their own volition. The three moved into the bathroom in a naked conga line.

"....Humiliation it is." Mitsuru muttered glumly, walking under the spray of water, her actions no longer under her control. She began to soap herself up, then turned her attention to her naked partners. The next ten minutes were an embarrassing mix of rubbing, squeezing, and stroking as the trio explored one another's bodies once more. Despite being allowed a few licks, kisses and strokes of their intimate parts, the three were not permitted to go beyond teasing and arousing one another.

"I've been dreading this." Mitsuru noted as they emerged from the bathroom.

From Yukari's bag came a few tiny scraps of cloth and three pairs of high heels.

Like most girls her age, Yukari had occasionally struggled with a pair of jeans a little too small for her waist (or, more often, a pair that had become too small thanks to a lapse in a diet or a simple growth spurt). Here now she found herself going through a similar emotional rollercoaster of embarrassment, frustration, and grim determination as she pulled and yanked and wiggled her way into her bikini. Only her emotions were compounded by the **** desire to squeeze as much of her exposed body into the tiny thing, to hide even a little of her flesh from casual inspection. She'd been going through a phase, trying to mimic her mother's wardrobe on the beach (at the time she called it daring, now she called it slutty). So of course it was a thong, and no matter how she tried the thin material kept slipping between her butt cheeks to leave nothing of her backside to the imagination AND give her the uncomfortable (and humiliating) sensation of a wedgie as she walked. As she feared, the tiny top she wore barely contained her breasts. The twin orbs were pushed up and back, their immense girth being squeezed by the cloth, simultaneously exaggerating the size and promising to burst completely at any moment. To her fierce embarrassment, she found herself stuck in an awful catch 22. Her recently erect nipples were prominent and obvious beneath the thin fabric. But the material was so stretched over her orbs that she feared her breasts would slide one way or another to expose her nipples unless the erection was there to "anchor" the material around something.

Minako was in a similar state, save that her bikini and high heels were dark blue rather than the deep red of Yukari's suit. Mitsuru was even worse off, her butt and breasts so big the bikini would not even tie in place. It took some hastily applied safety pins on the corners of her outfit to get her covered.

The beat red trio drew in a breath, then walked out of their room on unsteady legs.

"So...how are we getting to school?" Minako asked.