Try to use the pass for a threesome

Even with the mid-afternoon slow-down, there’s a lot of people here. Your brain is sent pondering when a guy in a particularly impressive Last Fantasy 7 cosplay walks by. Like most Last Fantasy characters, he’s got hip, unbalanced clothing and a gigantic sword, probably a very thin and delicate plastic piece. He must be Cirrus, the main fighter in the game. It strikes you that technically the pass doesn’t specify the gender or sex of the cosplayers you have access to.

However, you’re not gay or bi (as far as you know), so you’re not sure how this knowledge is going to help you. The cosplayer is very fit and, as far as you can tell as another guy, attractive, but it’s not like you want to do anything with him.

Then you see, coming from the hallway in the other direction, another cosplayer, this time a girl with a great representation of the main character from Last Fantasy 13, Thunder, complete with her signature light purple hair and short skirt.

The two are, coincidentally, about to cross directly in front of you, so you call out to them and ask them to stop for a moment. Since it seems that the pass mostly works by the rules of photos (well, mostly; some of what you’ve done with it has been decidedly beyond the scope of photos, such as the contest prizes) you wonder if you could find the pass’s equivalent to asking two people to pose for you. They stop, and also notice each other, a slight nod of respect for the quality of the costume from each to the other.

“Do you have time for a quick fuck?” you ask Thunder.

She shrugs. “Sure, I guess.”

Then you turn to the guy. “Would you have time to assist me in fucking her?” you ask nervously. Technically, this isn’t about access to him, so who knows if it’s going to work. For a second or two he looks at you as if confused. You worry that you’ve broken whatever magic is powering the pass.

Then he shrugs, as well. “You want to ‘ship’ the characters, right?” He gestures to Thunder with the hilt of his huge sword. “What did you have in mind?”

“Could you step together, please?” you ask. In the regular world, taking a mixed photo like this can be a lot of fun; mixing series and franchises can have interesting results. “And why don’t you start by massaging her tits?” you ask Cirrus. He looks down at the cleavage of her medium breasts inside of her white, mostly unbuttoned shirt and it’s odd because he’s both indifferent but at the same time extremely interested in them. His hands reach up and start to rub their curves over her shirt. Then, his hands still pressing and squeezing slightly, he looks back to you, waiting for further instruction.

You’re still not sure how this “photo session” is going to work, so you figure it’s time to go for broke. “Why don’t you kiss, hard, and while kissing begin undressing each other?” This earns you a glare from both of them.

“Why the fuck are you asking us to kiss, dude?” Thunder asks, and you hold up your hand apologetically. Apparently in this situation, the magic only translates either your sexual actions or your requests that would not be part of a regular photo request. Your request for them to “kiss” wasn’t translated. At least, that’s what you think happened, but for all you know it’s just a hiccup in the pass’s power.

“Sorry, sorry! Hmm, how about,” you ask Cirrus, “you just take off her bottoms and start to eat her out?”

They both nod, mollified, as he pulls down her short skirt and panties, exposing her muff to the world. Her trimmed pussy hair is also purple: talk about commitment to the character! She scuttles over to a bench, steps out of the clothes at her ankles, and spreads her legs far apart and high in the air as he bends down and starts going to town on her. She grabs his head to hold him there as her breathing grows ragged.

It’s amazing to watch, almost like you’re directing your own porno. Except who said you just have to watch? You step up to Thunder, open your pants, and put your hardening dick in front of her face. She rolls her eyes, then her mouth starts sucking on your dick and licking it back and forth.

An audience has started to form. Ship pictures can be pretty popular, and it seems like this one is no exception. “Awesome job!” you hear a girl yell out to the two cosplayers, which ears a thumbs up from Cirrus, his head still down at Thunder’s groin, and a peace sign from Lightning.

“Would anyone want to give a blowjob to my friend here?” you ask the audience. Your question seems to simply go above the heads of the regular attendees, but most of the cosplayers shake their heads. One geeky girl in glasses and kitten ears raises her hand hesitantly, her face reddening quickly in embarrassment as you point to Cirrus. She steps up to him, carefully removes his pants, then leans down to start sucking him off. He shifts a bit to let her have a better position.

Thunder’s got some good skill, but after a few minutes she grunts in annoyance. You look down. The geeky girl’s attempts are apparently well-received by Cirrus because he’s slowed down his pussy eating.

“Okay,” you say. “New plan! Thanks, kid,” you say to the girl and she puts her glasses back on and returns to the audience. She's smiling, was that out of relief or out of satisfaction? You look down for your first glance at the guy’s junk and it is impressive, certainly. Maybe she was relishing the chance to be in “a photo” with this guy? Does she like him? Anyways, what to do next?

“Okay, Cirrus, I want you on your back on the bench. Thunder, sit on his cock.” There’s a bit of shuffling between the two and what remains of their costumes, but, soon enough, Thunder, still in her white shirt, is bouncing up and down with the guy’s cock in her pussy. Someone in the audience claps, and you’re suddenly jealous; you want to sample that pussy yourself. Unless…

“Hey, Thunder! Time to move to the backdoor.”

This earns you a burning glare, but someone in the audience says, “Come on, do it! It’ll be fun!” You wonder what it is they think they’re seeing. Without a word she pulls up and off of Cirrus’s impressive dick, moves herself forward slightly, and starts back down, stopping at the tip. His dick is slick with her juice, but it still takes a minute or two before she’s slowly pushed it up her ass to the base. She sits there quietly and moves her feet on the ground for better leverage.

You take the opportunity to lift up on her shirt, which rises, pulling her tits with them. She raises her arms to help. There’s no bra, so you stop momentarily to appreciate her pretty under-boobs before slowly pulling enough up for an epic titty drop as her areolas and nipples slide into view and her tits wobble. They're maybe a C-cup in size, but have a great curve to them even if they do sag a bit more than you personally prefer. She starts back up the dick but Cirrus, it seems, is a bit impatient, and he starts moving on his own into her. Soon the two of them find a good rhythm and while she still seems a bit put out you’d swear she also seems even more satisfied than before.

You step up to her, positioning your cock just right, standing between both of their legs. She realizes your intention only slightly before you enter her, her initial protestation lost in a high-pitched squeak, followed by a deep moan.

“Fuck you, you can’t do that to me,” she breathes. “I’ve never had this. Oh, GOD… I’ve never… I’ve never felt so full.” Her glare is mixed with longing. “Fuck me!” she demands.

You move inside of her all the way, and it is tight. Then you can feel Cirrus move, which is distinctly odd. You pull back out as he’s moving back in, and soon enough you’ve both found good timing, one always going in when the other is pulling out. Thunder is now uttering an almost-constant, low and shaky moan, punctuated by the occasional order of, “Fuck me!” and “Push it in deeper, damn you!”