Step we gaily, on we go

Things were getting really hectic the morning of the wedding. Everyone was kind of split between having too many things to do, and not having enough things to do, leading them to kind of wander around in confusion and uncertainty.

Mary, though? Mary was hard at work in one of the time-dilated kitchens, putting the finishing touches on her wedding cake. Which was exactly where Dakota found her. Dakota was all dressed up for the wedding, wearing the midnight blue dress she’d picked out to compliment her pale complexion. She looked like a fright, filled with plenty of intimidation to throw the redhead off.

“Well now. I would think most brides would be psyching themselves up for their big day, taking care to look all pretty and nice,” the dark-haired girl said with a smirk. “Not breaking their backs baking a massive cake.”

Mary was so startled she almost tripped into the cake, nearly ruining hours of hard work.

“D-Dakota!” She exclaimed, whirling around with her eyes wide. “What are you doing here?! And… wait, those are my-!”

Dakota was holding the bottle pink pills she’d bought for Mary, the HyperOvium Max. With a smirk, she lifted the bottle up and gave it a shake.

“Still almost full… I’ve gotta say, Mary, I’m disappointed. How many of these have you taken, anyway?”

“J-just a few!” She stammered. “Why is that any of your business?”

“Because I’m concerned about you,” Dakota crooned, stalking closer to the redhead. “After all… today’s your wedding. Have you even taken one today?”

Mary gulped, her eyes shooting to the bottle of pills. She shook her head slowly. “N-no…”

Dakota’s lips curled up into a smile. “Well… don’t you want to be prepared for what will happen between you and Nick tonight? After all, those excuses you used to use are about to go up in smoke. ‘We can’t do it yet, we’re not married’ or ‘I’m saving myself for my husband’ or my favorite, ‘it’s going to feel so much better when we’re husband and wife!’ …please, Mary, you’re more excited for this than I am!”

“Yeah, so… so what?” Mary demanded. “Is there anything wrong with that?”

Dakota blinked. “…No, not at all. I’m just curious… do you know for sure that Nick is okay with this? Having a kid, I mean. It’s a big commitment to make, even bigger than marriage. Are you sure he’s ready for that?”

“He… he said he was…” Mary stammered. “He knows what I want…”

The dark-haired girl immediately brightened up at that. “Well, alright then!” She said cheerfully. “This should be just fine!”

She unscrewed the lid of the bottle and shook a pill out into her palm. She held out her hand to Mary like she was offering a dog a treat. “Would you like one?”

Mary felt her mouth start to water. “Y-yes, please,” she stammered, reaching out to take the pill from Dakota. But Dakota tore it away, holding the pill just out of her reach.

“Not quite…” She smirked, shaking her head. “We have some things we need to discuss first. Like that performance last night… Rose on the stripper pole… and your friends, Kim and Holly? Now Holly I can believe, she and Morgana are a couple of perverts, but Kim? Now even that one caught me off guard…”

“So what?” Mary asked, staring warily at the other woman, not sure where she was going with this. “What does that matter?”

“Were you watching?” Dakota asked, narrowing her golden eyes. “Did you like what you saw? Those girls going up onstage, dancing their hearts out, showing off to everyone? Rubbing their femininity in their faces? Being the center of attention?”

Mary backed away, feeling very put off by Dakota’s words. Then she bumped into the counter and realized there was nowhere to go.

Without a route of escape, she was **** to address Dakota’s statements at their source.

“I… I did…” She admitted, holding her head in shame. Her face blossomed the color of strawberries. “It looked so hot… so exciting… Nick… he seemed so… impassioned. He’s never… he’s never looked at me that way before…”

Nick had always gazed upon her with heartfelt, loving expressions. Which was great. She wanted to be loved by him more than anything. But the raw desire she witnessed in his eyes that night, as he stared at Rose shaking her boobs and ass in his face, was something else entirely.

Something she wanted badly.

“But… but still, doing something like that in public… with everybody watching…” She scratched her arm and shifted from one foot to the other. It just seemed so… so wrong.

And yet she couldn’t help but feel a stirring in her loins as she contemplated it. Her libido was raging out of control, and being this close to the release she’d been chasing for so long certainly wasn’t helping matters.

After tonight, everything would change. She’d no longer be a virgin. And with any luck, she’d be a mother-to-be.

Mary swallowed as Dakota approached her.

“Well… I’ll leave it up to you to decide what you want to do,” Dakota said calmly, leaning in and pressing her lips against the farm girl, removing her transformation. She stepped away and licked her lips as Mary’s clothes disappeared. “Enjoy the wedding.”

Nick was actually surprised at how normal the day was going. Oh, certainly, it was incredibly hectic; after all, he’d be getting married this afternoon! But other than that, the girls seemed to be going about their lives and actually enjoying a bit of the stressful environment.

With one obvious exception.

“Ow…” Kim groaned, massaging her sore muscles.

“You okay?” Nick asked. He’d come to the baths for a quick soak in the hot spring before the wedding started, and was surprised to see Kim there. He didn’t even react to seeing her naked now; after last night, she’d made it clear that she wanted to show off.

“Just sore,” she grumbled. “Sure, the beds in the villa were comfortable… but when we woke up, Dani came over and practically dragged me back to the hotel…”

“Oh, yeah… today’s your workout day, huh?” Nick winced. “She really made you go so early in the morning?”

Kim glared bitterly at him. “Of course she did,” she scowled. “What did you expect? It’s not like we’ll have any time later, we have the wedding to get to.”

“Oh… yeah. I guess that makes sense… wait, are you going to be alright?” Nick just thought of something. “Don’t you have to work every day? Will you be able to make it in time?”

Kim shook her head. “Today’s different. I spoke to Sylvia about it last night, and she worked something out with my boss. Apparently, as long as I wear something special to the wedding, it counts as advertising, so they’ll chock it up to my hours served for the day.”

She smiled a little. “And, as a bonus, that means I won’t have to be wearing a schoolgirl uniform. How cool is that? I know you’d hate to have someone who looked barely legal in your wedding photos… assuming something like that would still happen.”

“Yeah, that would be just awful,” Nick said sarcastically. “That would make… what? Three people?”

They shared a laugh at Holly and Dawn’s expense.

“No, but for real, are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Nick asked cautiously. “I mean, not wearing a schoolgirl uniform is one thing, but are you going to be, like, standing next to Mary in underwear or something like that?”

Kim shook her head and rose out of the water. She was completely unfazed by Nick seeing her naked body at this point. “No, it’s not gonna be that skimpy. It felt almost like Sylvia was looking for a loophole to let me wear a dress.”

Nick raised his eyebrow. “Really? That sure doesn’t sound like her…”

“I’ll go show you.” Kim walked out of the hot spring and headed back into the changing room. She emerged a few minutes later wearing the article of clothing picked out for her.

Nick was surprised at what he saw. She was wearing a long, flowing negligee that looked like it belonged on some pinup model and not the hardworking girl he knew Kim to be. He’d gotten so used to seeing her in almost nothing or a skimpy schoolgirl outfit that the sight of her in something designed to be seductive and alluring actually caught him off-guard.

The garment was white and gold, which Nick feared might cause some clashes with Mary’s wedding dress (not that he’d seen it). It cupped her chest nicely, pushing her handfuls of breast flesh together to make a nice line of cleavage that carried all the way down to the translucent skirt, which clung loosely to her slender frame and fluttered around her ankles. If he squinted, he could just barely see the lines of her panties, but the hot spring was filled with steam; he wondered how blatant her exposure would be in regular lighting.

“Well… I’d say you like it quite a bit,” Kim chuckled, glancing down at the water. Nick followed her eyes and realized that a part of him had risen up to break the surface.

“S-sorry!” He stammered, quickly covering himself. It was what he got for sitting in the shallower part of the water.

“Well, I’d love to come join you and maybe take care of that,” Kim said, trying to be more bold like her other self had been. Like she’d been, last night. “But my time in the hot spring is almost up. And besides… I don’t want to spoil you for Mary.”

She winked and giggled, and flounced back inside. Nick slumped back into the water and sighed. The warm hot spring wasn’t doing much for his swelling.

Kim poked her head back inside. “Oh, one more thing. I almost forgot, but you did remember to write your wedding vows, right?”

Even in underwear she was still on the ball.

Nick’s mind went blank.

I knew I was forgetting something!

While Nick began to hastily form his vows in the hot spring, the other girls were getting prepared for the wedding.

“Hmm…” Carly checked out her appearance in the mirror. “I don’t know what show it’s from… but it looks nice enough, anyway.”

Her dress would certainly be one of the fanciest at the wedding. Rather than a traditional bridesmaid dress, Carly’s transformation compelled her to wear something that looked like it came out of an isekai anime. The skirt was long and red and flared out at the end, and stopped at a lacy white brassier that covered what it needed to cover while still giving her girls plenty of room to breathe. The strings holding her dress up looked liable to snap at any second, but she figured they’d hold; her outfits had proven to be surprisingly durable. For her hair, she’d let it grow long and returned it to its original brown coloring, figuring there would be enough black-haired girls at the wedding already.

Hmm… or maybe I should go with blonde… there aren’t many blondes in Nick’s harem, she mused, stroking her chin thoughtfully. “Marley, what do you think? Should I go with blonde?”

She turned to look at her sister, who had just gotten changed herself. She did a double-take.

“…Dang, sis, I forgot you really do look nice when you try,” Carly whistled, nodding appreciatively.

Mary had given the girls a lot of leeway to pick out their bridesmaid dresses, since she wasn’t much one for color coordination. She just didn’t want them to wear white, if possible. So without her usual colors, Marley went with a soft pink, wearing a dress that looked very similar to the one Carly had on, though slightly less revealing. She still showed some cleavage (it was kind of hard not to with boobs this large) but compared to her sister it was a very modest amount. And with her demure smile, she looked every bit the good girl that Carly was the seductress.

“You… don’t think it looks weird?” Marley asked, playing with her hair self-consciously. “I mean… I’ve never dressed up for a wedding before, so…”

Her heart was pounding in her chest. Technically, this would be the first time Marley ever wore a dress. Heck; outside of the cosplay debacle the other night, she hadn’t worn anything other than some sweatpants and Mary’s sweater. All those past outfits had been implanted memories.

She was really rocking it for a first time, though.

“You look great,” Carly assured her.

Marley beamed at her sister. “Thanks. You do too. Nick’s gonna definitely have second thoughts about this wedding.”

The two girls shared a laugh at the absurdity of that thought. But it put another idea in Carly’s head, one she just couldn’t shake.

“Hey, uh… do you think Dani’s gonna be there?” She asked lamely.

Dumb question.

Marley stared blankly at her sister.

“…Do I think the groom’s best woman is gonna be there or not? Uh… yeah, I’ll take a shot and say she will be,” Marley said, rolling her eyes. “What’s the matter with you? You’ve been weird all morning.”

“No, it’s nothing, just… it’s going to be awkward, that’s all,” Carly said, her face heating up. “Look, last night… I messed up real bad. And I don’t know how to fix it.”

Marley sighed and shook her head. “Look, Carly, this is just like what happened last time. It’s not going to kill you to have a conversation with her.

Carly scowled. Marley didn’t know that. “It might!”

A knock on the door made both sisters jump.

Carly hid behind her dresser. “If that’s Dani, tell her I’m not here!”

“Oh, yeah, like that’s going to work. I’m in the room.” Marley rolled her eyes and went to go answer the door.

Indeed, it was Dani standing at the door. And she looked quite different. Instead of the girly clothes Sylvia practically **** onto her curvy figure, she was wearing shorts. Very tight jean shorts that cut off well above her thigh, but shorts. And for a top she wore a flannel shirt tied off under her massive breasts, which seemed one inhale away from bursting free. Marley couldn’t see the faintest trace of underwear, and on the girl’s feet, she wore a set of cowboy boots.

“Hi there!” She said, bouncing into the room. “Is Carly here?”

Dawn had a very hectic night last night. At least, she thought she did.

She couldn’t remember most of it. But she’d woken up alone in a strange bed, which was never a good sign.

“Come on, Dawn!” Rose burst into the room with a smirk on her face. She was dressed to impress, wearing her blue bridesmaid dress. It was the kind of outfit that suited her perfectly, unlike the red garments she’d worn last night. Her strapless dress showed off her cleavage nicely, while preserving enough modesty to give her a classy vibe that clashed with her general demeanor.

Her face was glowing.

“…You look good,” Dawn said, raising her eyebrow. “Have fun last night?”

…And the classy vibe was gone, because Rose turned bright red, remembering her strip tease. And on top of that, all the fantasies Morgana had shoved into her head.

“Err, that… yes! It was very nice! Now then, back to the topic at hand, you’ve been sleeping all morning! And you need to get ready!” **** to change the topic, Rose nodded to the table. Dawn’s dress was sitting on it.

She sighed and got changed. Rose was right.

“I didn’t do anything weird last night, did I?” Dawn asked, sliding her tail carefully through the slit cut in to make room for it.

Rose batted her eyelashes innocently. “Weird? Oh, no, not that I know of,” she said, shaking her head.

Dawn scowled. She didn’t like the sound of that.

“Well… what do you think? Like it?”

Dawn would have liked to wear her old prom dress (which still fit her) but Mary had said no white. Since most of her clothes were white, she’d picked out one of her favorite colors instead. She wore a dress that was a vibrant green color, which went nicely with her brown eyes. She tried to not emphasize her scant chest very much, but she didn’t have many options to go with. She pinned up her ponytail to keep it from dangling down behind her, exposing her neckline instead.

“Well? Is she dressed yet?”

Dawn turned to the door, and recoiled in surprise. Rose hadn’t been the only one to come check in on her. The other girls staying at the villa had come along as well, and they were excited to see her.

Holly burst into the room first, bouncing onto the bed. Her eyes were shining and Dawn gasped. The girl… she was gorgeous.

The pixie girl in front of her looked nothing like the horned up pervert she’d gotten to know. She looked elegant and classy in her pink dress, like a little porcelain doll. The only trace of her lascivious nature was the collar wrapped around her throat, and as she looked innocently up at Dawn with her clear brown eyes, it was easy enough to forget even that.

Then she smiled and licked her lips, and that feeling evaporated in an instant.

“I can’t wait to see what you look like in a wedding dress, Dawn,” Holly said, drooling. “Imagining Nick undressing you, running his tongue up that flat chest of yours…”

Rose bonked her on the head.

“Um… you… you look nice…”

Dawn turned to her other guest, and was pleasantly surprised. Like Holly, Morgana’s clothes gave her off a completely different feel than her usual self. It was the first time Dawn had seen her wearing something that wasn’t black. Her dress was a deep violet, hugging her curvy figure. A slit up the side gave her legs some room to breathe, and her strapless top showed off a modest amount of her cleavage. While Mary had nixed black dresses, Morgana’s was still lined with black, and she wore a choker around her throat with a pendent that stood out nicely against her pale skin.

And unlike Holly, Morgana didn’t ruin the effect when she opened her mouth.

“Thank you,” Dawn replied. “You look nice as well.”

“It’s not black… but it’ll do,” Morgana said, tugging on her top. It kept slipping down her chest. She knew she should have gone for a topless version.

“…Speaking of black…” Dawn had a sinking feeling. “What did Gina do?” She couldn’t imagine that girl wearing anything suitable for a wedding if it killed her.

The other women looked at each other, and then giggled.

“Actually, Sylvia dragged her all the way to the villa,” Rose informed her. “She’s sulking in one of the rooms right now. Want to go see her?”

There was an old saying that went “curiosity killed the cat”. But Dawn was only part-cat, so she would only be, like, half-killed.

She would risk it.

Dawn followed the other women into the next room, where Gina fumed in her seat.

Immediately the vet burst out laughing.

Not allowed to wear a black dress, Gina’s gown was bright gold. And to conceal her tattoos, her dress was practically a bodystocking. Its sleeves were so long they went over her wristbands. Gina might not have brushed her hair (and probably wouldn’t) but she actually looked respectable. No matter how much she might have hated it. Her eyes were hollow and empty.

“…At least it’s not pink,” she spat bitterly.

That just made Dawn laugh harder.

“Come now my girls!” Sylvia strolled into the room with an amused grin on her face. “The wedding is about to begin… and your presence is requested.”

With a tap of her cane, the women were brought back to the hotel.

“Come on, teach, why do you have to be so anal about this?”

“Watch your tongue young lady!” Amelia Campbell’s stern words cut through the empty classroom. “And get off that desk right now!”

The blonde instructor wasn’t playing around. She was in a foul mood, and Vivian Carrington’s sass wasn’t helping matters. She didn’t have the patience to deal with the rebellious heiress’s disrespect.

She crossed her arms and glared down at the brunette making a mockery of her prestigious institution’s uniform.

“Those sunglasses! And you call that a skirt?! It’s practically a belt! And your blouse… button that up right now! Where is your vest?!”

Vivian blew a raspberry in response. “That tacky thing? Sorry Amy, not happening. I only put on a vest while wearing heels.”

Amelia glanced down. “…You’re wearing heels right now. Which is another infraction.”

Vivian rolled her eyes behind her sunglasses. Her teacher had no sense of fashion. “Did you really have to shove me into detention though? I didn’t think they even DID detention anymore.”

“Hmph!” Amelia pushed her glasses up her nose. “Here at St. Isabelle’s Finishing School, we have a certain standard of decency to maintain, young lady! Do you think you’ll become a respectable woman acting and looking the way you do?”

Vivian shrugged.

“…Well, you’ll never find a respectable husband that way,” Amelia sniffed.

Vivian shrugged again.

“I’m hot. Not gonna be a problem.” She curled up her lips into a smirk. “What about you, teach? That why you’re in such a bad mood? Been a while for you?”

Amelia’s eye twitched. It had, in fact, but that was none of Vivian’s business, and it wasn’t the reason for her foul mood. She’d just gotten back in contact with her wayward step-son the other day, and had been thrilled to hear that things were turning around for him.

Since then, he’d rejected all her calls. Amelia was not someone who liked being ignored.

We may be an ocean apart, but I’m still that boy’s step-mother! She seethed. The least he could do is give me a call back.

Amelia sighed. “I understand that girls your age think you’ve got it all figured out with your ‘ClikCloks’ and your ‘Instant Grahams’ and what have you, but believe me, you won’t be young forever. You need to put some serious consideration into your future, Vivian, that’s all I’m trying to tell you.”

With the girl’s sunglasses on, Amelia couldn’t really see if her words had any impact.

Then Vivian bobbed her head, like she was waking up from a nap. “…Whoa, sorry. I was busy thinking about how my family has more money than yours. Were you saying something?”

The veins on Amelia’s forehead began to throb.

Vivian rolled on her desk, cackling in amusement at the professor’s frustration. When she finally looked up, Amelia was gone.

She took off her sunglasses and rubbed her eyes, taking another look.

“…Teach? You there?”

No response.

“So, uh… can I go now, or…?”