Tim tries to help Joy.

Dr. Maher couldn't understand what was happening to his former student. Hell, she didn't really understand what was happening herself. She recognized the sensations in her own body, but they didn't make any sense at all. Had she come down with some sort of sexy sickness? Was it an orgasmic medical condition?

Joy tried to keep calm as her heart rate doubled. There was no doubt that there was something inside her, but there was absolutely no way that that could have been the case. Truth be told, Joy was no stranger to... unorthodox contraptions used for personal satisfaction, but she would never taint one of her most important cosplayer by including one. So if she hadn't, then what exactly was fucking her? And more importantly, how the fuck was it fucking her?

Joy tried to catch her breath. Her eyelids were fluttering, and she could feel her knees knock.

"Joy?" Dr. Maher asked. "Joy, are you alright? You look as though you're freezing cold."

Joy wished that she was freezing cold. No, she was hot, and the thick layers of coats and sweaters didn't help her cool off at all, no sir. She was sweating bullets, and she couldn't understand why.

Marigold didn't dare look at Joy as she pushed the vibrator into the portal. She didn't know how she knew this, but a little voice in her head was telling her to ease it in and out of the portal- and of Joy- with a corkscrewing motion. She wanted to see whether it was making Joy feel as good as she hoped that it would, but she knew that that was far, far too dangerous. She couldn't risk getting caught with this device, as ridiculous a concept as it was. Marigold would just have to be content with the fact that she was doing a good deed for a good sister in need. That was enough.

"Joy, I'll lead you to the medic," Tim said, resting his hands on her shoulders. She hated that the first time he touched her so compassionately had to be in this situation, whatever this situation was.

"N-no," Joy muttered. "I'm fine." It was much too quiet for Dr. Maher to hear what she had said, but she knew that if she had been any louder, she wouldn't have been able to stop herself from moaning out loud in front of him. She had to keep quiet.

"The infirmary is this way," Dr. Maher said, pushing her gently from behind.

That only made things worse. Joy gasped, and her eyes rolled up into the back of her head. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuuuuuck," she squeaked under her breath. If this kept up, she was going to cum where she stood. That would be the ultimate embarrassment. She needed to stop this, or get away from Dr. Maher. She hated the idea of leaving him behind, but she hated the idea of him thinking of her as some sort of depraved, kinky pervert even more.

Well, that was exactly right, but she didn't want him thinking of her in that way.