Your old church

You're not entirely sure why, but... you thought of your old church. It was a odd part of your early childhood, one that was purely dictated by your family. You never went because you wanted to, but rather because your parents decided it was something that would benefit you. At no point, at least early on, were you directly opposed to the place; it just always felt very strange to you. It was never one of those bible thumper, 'do this or you'll spend life in eternal damnation' type establishments, but it still always felt weird being taught you were supposed to listen to this stranger in the sky you'd never meet to do things that not even him directly, but his followers wrote down years ago. Maybe it was the direct comparison of the fact Charles was saying you'd been being watched by him and his... 'scientists' or whatever organization he was a part of. Although, he certainly didn't seem like a god... at least not a 'Christian' one.

Nonetheless, not able to think of anything better when put on the spot like this, the mental image began forming; albeit fairly poorly. You hadn't been in years, but... you did remember some of the main aspects. A big central area that connected various recreational buildings, from a little kitchen area, two separate sanctuaries, some different multipurpose rooms and even a kitchen you remembered exploring from time to time during boring sermons when you could slip away without being seen.

With that mental image forming, Charles asks, almost on queue, "Got a place in mind, have you?" Nodding in response to his question, he proceeds with a warm, "Alrighty then! I'll be opening the door now. The light's gonna be a bit blinding at first, but just will yourself and walk on through, understand?"

Giving him another one of the countless nods you've provided today, the man grasps the glimmering silver handle, and steps backward, his momentum bringing the grand doors with him. A powerful white light pours into the room, consuming your vision entirely.

"Remember, lad," you hear Charles speak up as you close your eyes in the shower of light. "Don't overthink things. It's that simple, you hear?"

Unable to see anything around you or confirm your surroundings, you take a step forward and begin walking towards the light...

...

...

What. The. Fuck.

You look around, bewildered as you find yourself sitting on the edge of a fountain. THE fountain. The one in the courtyard of your family's old church. This... didn't make sense. There's NO reason you'd be here if it weren't for some major event, and even then it's unli...

Squinting, you notice a sign, propped just beside the entrance of the main sanctuary. A short, foldable blackboard like sign that had chalk words and drawings of intricate white roses and vines decorating it.

[ Welcome to the wedding of

Brianna and Nichole

Galatians 5:22-23 ]

Nichole...

Nichole? Why did that name feel so familiar? As you struggle to pinpoint the memory of that name, you're not given the chance to figure it out on your own. Instead, an excited gasp comes from the opposite end of the courtyard. You could hear the heels clacking against the bricked courtyard before you even managed to turn your body towards the noise, and... WHOMP!

A pair of arms wrap around you, and an oddly familiar face's cheek is pressed against your own. It's only as the woman pulls back from the hug, and starts looking over your clothes that you recognize her. The asian girl's hair was cut short, but not nearly as short as when you last saw her. She was dressed in a modest coat, covering her arms up to her shoulders, leaving only just enough space to reveal her collarbone, before a gentle yellow sundress covered the majority of the rest of her frame; only cut off with room to reveal a pair of flowery sandle-like heels.

"John! Or, should I say Mr. Doe?" Nicole lets out a tiny laugh, plopping herself down right beside you, "Bri and I were just talking about where we think the tables for the buffet line would go best. I was saying we should put them near the door of the MPR, so it's easier for people to pop in and grab something to eat, and not feel like they HAVE to eat inside, but Bri was saying the back of the room would make it easier for the cooks!"

As the woman continues talking about wedding plans, the shock of the situation is... well. Now that you think about it, not nearly as much as you'd expected. Nicole was an old roommate from college that you used to hang out with. She'd always been a lesbian, which kept you two from getting close in any romantic sense; but you honestly just liked being friends with her. Sadly, halfway through the schoolyear she'd ended up transferring to another college that matched her dreams of becoming an artist a lot better, and, you two simply just fell out of touch. The stark contrast of your previously bland lifestyle to... whatever this was, was welcome! You did miss hanging out with Nichole, but... does this mean that the weird vision or... whatever it was had actually happened? No, that's insane, it's probably ju-

"OH!!"

Nichole excitedly exclaims, tapping your shoulder. You must've zoned out. Hopping up from her seat, you watch confused as the short haired asian turns around in front of you. Bending over, she begins hiking up her dress. Dumbfounded, you watch as more and more of her legs are exposed. Before too long, her butt is exposed to the cold spring breeze, no panties in sight as her petite backside wiggles excitedly. The head of a buttplug peeks between her relatively flat cheeks; a glittering gem in the shape of a heart inlaid in the center of the toy; the color of the jewel seeming to change between shades of orange and magenta as it moves. Despite the black... tape? That seemed to be covering her crotch, the view was enough to make your face turn red in a matter of seconds.

"What do you thiiink! Bri-bri got it for me to wear today! It's soooo cute, I think it's gonna match my dress perfectly, too!"