Until Do Us Party

Content Warning: ****. Selfcest. Body Horror. Cronenberg Sex Monster

Jeremy Peaks shifted uncomfortably in line on the streets of New York. The line stretched around the block, and he'd been waiting for an hour. To say that he was a party person, wasn't much of a lie. No more than saying Santa Claus exists is a lie. It's more of a fabrication, a fanciful joke almost. At Seventeen he graduated catholic school, left his hometown and swore he'd do everything he'd always wanted to do but couldn't under his parent's regime. Four years later, and he hadn't done anything. He'd drunk a beer... last month... on his twenty-first birthday. He hated it, so he spent the rest of his party swigging coke while his friends got plastered, and he ended up driving them all home.

This was going to change. He was in New York for the week, he was crashing on his buddy's couch, and Y2K was just three months away. That meant it was time to live life to the max, because society was about to come crashing down around them. He had a savings fund and he wasn't going to die with it full!

The fresh faced twenty something, was wearing green cargo pants, and a sweater over a blue button-up. The collar of the bottom up was over the collar of the sweater, this was very important. His hair was jelled up into loose and limp spikes. He was wearing sketchers, and he looked very cool in them. He stood for his full hour in line with one leg cocked, a hand in his pocket and another at his side. So very very cool.

He had to be. This was the night. He was going to become a man. He was going to do ****, drink liquor and have sex with a woman, and this time he was keeping the lights on.

When it was finally his turn, and the Bouncer puffed out his chest just to let Jeremy know how unimpressed he was, our boy didn't sweat it. There were two girls behind him, he had estrogen to stir up. So he uttered the four coolest words you can at a club. "I'm on the list. "

The girls behind him tittered.

"Name?"

"Peaks."

"P...P...P ah, there you are. Welcome to H.H Mr. Peaks."

It worked! He was actually getting inside, he swelled and then did a very uncool thing for the sake of his ego. He turned to the girls behind him and said, "I know the DJ."

Despite this they swooned, and smiled. He liked these two. They were about his age, skinny, and wearing dresses. Plus Peaks had grown up in a small New England town which was the proud host of a grand total of 6 black people, so their Hispanic features made them as exotic to him as Venusians. "Think we can tag along?" The taller one asked, her voice was a low husk. She was the leader of the two, even Jeremy could tell.

Jeremy smiled, and looked at the bouncer. He tried to convey to the man that he was unlucky in love and doing this service for two girls would be huge for him. The bouncer once again was unimpressed. "Doesn't say you get a plus one, two, or three. Get inside or get out of line."

Well, that was final.

Jeremy looked to the two and shrugged, trying to hide his misery. He wanted to let them know it was their loss, but who was he kidding?

"Rufus you're letting these two foxes slip by" Another husky voice, this time coming from behind the bouncer. Leaned up against an entrance in a pair of black cargo pants, combat boots, and a fishnet tank top, was a black-haired, black-eyed, black-lipped woman smoking a cigarette. Jeremy nearly cacked his pants. She was so cool, and she was not wearing a bar. Nipples out in the open, in new york. His mom was right, this place really was a land of heathens! This woman blew a cloud of smoke into the night, and flicked the cigarette into the crowd. "Tell the boy your names, girls."

The leader smiled at the help and put a hand on her hip. "I'm Rose, and this is V..."

"Violet!" The girl quickly finished.

For a moment Rose was confused, but she hid it well. "Yep, Rose and Violet, our friend Daisy is on the inside."

"Can't keep her waiting then." The woman in black winked. "Master Peaks, be a gentleman and escort the ladies in will you? Make an entrance."

New York!

"I'd be happy to." He held his arms out and just like that he had two beautiful women walking him in. "Thanks for the help Ms..."

"Karen." The woman in black winked another time and as the girls passed spanked Violet and grabbed a handful of her ass. "Oh, fuck girl you got a juicy one!"

"Aaah!" The young woman shrieked curling into her best friend.

"What?" Rose, as pulling Violet along like a wounded soldier towards a helicopter.

"She grabbed my butt!"

"This is a rave babe, you're going to get fondled!"

"Oh!" Peaks disengaged with the two of them. "No, no I had no..."

"Relax dude." Rose held her friend's face between her hands. "You promised you would be cool."

"I am cool." Violet sighed. "She just grabbed me..."

"Good." Rose smiled. "It was a warm up for a guy then!" She grabbed Violet, and then Jeremy and now it was Rose who was walking the two into the club. The doors were opened to them, and inside was the pinkish hazy thumping and a hundred bodies moving as one rhythmic wave. "My children." Rose announced, taking a breath of the club like it was mountain air. "You entered as Virgins, but you're leaving here a MEN!"

---

Karen weaved through the backstage halls like a needle through fabric. Every corner, dent, and drunken sway she could predict. It was amazing! It wasn't like the studio, it was like she was the club. She knew exactly where her target was. "Babs!" She hid her hands behind her back so she could nervously pick at her nails. Wasn't that a funny little human trick? It made her feel better, even though she was destroying her paint job. So weird!

Babs ignored her for the traditional 10 seconds. Just to make sure Karen knew she was beneath the old star. Karen took this time to look reproachfully upon the woman's outfit. More fit for a cabaret or burlesque show than a modern club. She was wearing stockings, a boa, and of course, a corset that must have been made from NASA grade materials to keep the two globes she called breast high in the air. "Yes, Karen what is it?"

"Master has entered the building, along with two contestants."

"Fabulous, give them some time to mingle before the show starts." Babs lit up a cigarette, obviously held at a distance by a long black holder. Karen breathed in the toxic stench dreamily. It smelled like home. "You don't have anything better to do than huff my smoke?"

Karen dug her nails into her skin behind her back. "Well... I..."

"Spit it out."

"One of the girls used a fake name when talking with the master. It made me think of a transformation... if you think... if you like..."

"What is it?"

"We erase her name. She lied to the master so she doesn't deserve one, so we give her a new name depending on her rank. like Cum Bitch when she's at the bottom, and like... Queen or something if she's on the top."

Babs smiled and Karen thought she was going to cum on the spot. "Not bad, add it to the list and we'll see what the audience thinks."

---

"This is a bar, people get drunk at it."

"Thank you Mother Rose." Jeremy smiled, and rolled his eyes at Violet. "I'm not really a virgin." He whispered to her.

Violet blushed and looked away.

"Oh! Oh! I mean, it's cool that you are I just..."

Rose ordered a trio of drinks, and draped herself over her friend. "She's a good catholic girl, ya know?" She pulled a cross out of Violet's neckline. "So it's back door, or no door buddy!"

"Rose! Stop! You are so embarrassing." Violet was hiding her face. She then growled and pulled Rose away from the bar for a talking to.

While she did, three drinks landed in Jeremy's lap, and a blonde almost joined them. She stumbled to the place next to him. She was a short round face blonde, with huge blue eyes. It was a bad place for the look, but she was adorable. She was dressed in what looked like a fur lined cheerleading outfit. Her hair was in pigtails, with some well crafted bangs coming to a point between her brows. "Have you been to Disney World?"

Hell of an ice breaker. "Um... when I was eight?"

Fuck being on the list, fucking knowing the DJ. Disney World was where it was at. In an instant he knew this girl's panties were his. Her eyes got even bigger, her grin reached ear to ear, she nearly levitated into the air. "You have? That's so cool! What's it like, was it magical? Did you see the princesses?"

"Um yeah... it was really cool. The rides were great, thought I was too scared to go on Space Mountain."

"You should have gone with your mom, she would have kept you safe."

He laughed. "Yeah I guess so, must have thought I was too old for that."

"Sad." She tilted her head to the side. She reminded him of a dog. She really looked like she was taking him in, nor just admiring him like Rose. "Are you happy?"

He laughed at the absurd question. "Yeah, heh I'm feeling good. This place is awesome."

"I'm glad you like it..." She tilted her head again, and grabbed one of his hands in hers. "But are you happy, in life?"

This girl was on something. But there was something about her earnestness, that interested him. "Well... I guess I'd say no. At the moment!" He injected that in, like a ward against evil. "I just graduated, and haven't been in a relationship in a while. So... you know the transition points in life are tough."

She nodded, full of understanding. No... she was clueless. But the empathy was there. "Why do you think you came here and not Disney World?"

He smiled at that, this girl had a way of getting thosr out of him. Three girls in one night, confidence built! "I guess I was just tired of being a kid, and wanted to start being a man."

She smiled back at that. "And what's so bad about being a kid?" She put her hand on her hips.

Time slowed down, it was like in that new move... The Matrix. Jeremy was The One. He could see the path laid out before him, he knew how to get this girl in bed, or at least a semi clean alley way. "Well when you're a kid and you get your hair pulled it's annoying..." He took a step closer, looming over her short frame. "But when I pull your hair I..."

"Babe she liked the name idea!" Like an astroid killing the dinosaurs Karen swooped in from out of nowhere and kissed the blonde right on the lips.

"Oh my god really, she took it?" The blonde jumped up and down in the air. "You are so smart and creative, I knew she'd love it."

"Babe." Karen laid another kiss on pinkie. "Thank you so much for telling me to do it, you're my rock."

"You're going to be a host one day Pookie!" The blonde gushed.

Karen swooned. "Oh my gosh baby, you get me so horned up when you talk like that." And the two began to kiss, and dry hump right there on the bar.

A piece of Jeremey died at that moment, but he ignored it. The legends were true, women can have sex, and he was determined to make a study of this wild sample. Plus he had a strong sense that if he looked long enough, they'd pull him in to join.

This fantasy was interrupted by girl number four. How was anyone lonely in this city? “Excuse me.” The dark skinned beauty slipped to his side. “Can I use the phone?” She waved the bartender down.

Jeremy would never have recognized her without her park ranger hat. Luckily she was wearing it, the whole outfit actually, green jacket and all. “Ranger Nadine?”

She flinched at her name and gave a look of confusion for 3…2…1… “it’s you!” she had a wide smile. “Jeremy from the lake!”

“You remember me!”

“You tend to remember the lives you save, what are you doing here.” She blanched. “And where is here?”

His mouth fell slightly open. “H.H it’s a club.”

“This is a dream…” she visibly relaxed. “Wow I was just in my tower, and woke up here…”

“Not a dream…” Jeremy scooted the shots away from her.

“She woke up early!” On his other side the two lovers had disengaged. Pinkie was waving her hands over head.

Karen had a cooler head. “Ma’am I think you’ve been roofied.”

“I haven’t had anything to…”

“Loss of time, confusion, classic symptoms. We work for the club. Let’s take you to the manager's office while we get you some medical aid.”

Nadine held her hand out for the phone but the bartender was nowhere to be seen. “I need to call the station.”

Suddenly two bouncers were on her. “There’s a phone in the office.”

She was dragged away, but she was so confused by appearing in New York from Zion that she felt ****. She limply allowed them to handle her. “Can I come with?” Jeremy was already stepping after her.

“Good guy syndrome,” Pinkie whispered to her partner.

“No!” Karen grabbed him by the belt and pulled him back. “You’re here to party! We’ll take care of her.”

“She saved my life, I need to…”

“Find another way to reward her.” Karen told him.

“Yeah.” Pinkie cupped his crotch. “Girl like that has bound to have a few fantasies coming her way…” Jeremy suddenly had every fantasy he’d ever had of his favorite park ranger flood his mind. His dick uncoiled in an instant and filled the woman’s hand. “Thought so…”

“We don’t blame you for slipping it in her drink.” Karen winked at him. “She looks pretty hot out of her gourd huh?”

That shocked him into stillness. They thought he did it? No wonder they didn’t want him to come with.

New Yorks bounty must have also meant easy come easy go. Nadine, Pink, Black, Rose, and Violet were all gone and he was alone by the bar nursing the biggest erection he’d ever had.

——-

Rose and violet were not far away. The older of the two girls was expressing some birdlike tendencies by fluffing and picking at her charge's perm. “Violet,” she said, using the younger’s fake name she provided Jeremy earlier in the evening “My child, all you have to do is say the word, and he’s yours”

As she often did, Violet flinched at the very thought of having to pursue something she wanted, or even express her desire. “I don’t know… He’s so cool he’s friends with the DJ, and I’ve never even been in a place like this”

“He’s a virgin!” Rose threw her hands up in the air.

“he said he wasn’t.“

“A near virgin then “Rose crossed her arms “The point is whether he’s a virgin or Hugh Hefner, tonight is your night, and you’re getting who you want.”

Again, Violet shrunk away from having to pursue her desire. She was often this way. She was a comfortable follower. This had been their relationship for many years, and she had happily supplanted her evenings and free time for the benefit of the other. She does this all without complaint because she was a natural-born servant. Violet had always envied the confidence and the drive that Rose possessed. “This was a bad idea you should just go and have fun and I will sit at the bar”

This cowardly attempt at peace-making did not sit well with Rose. Though she was the undisputed leader of the pair, above all else Rose was Violet's friend. She had gone many years watching the woman live a bland passionless life, admiring Rose from the side lines.They were on the cusp of exciting new lives for themselves, she could not bear the thought of her dear friend, fading into the background. No. today was her night. It was a long time coming, but Violet had done so much for Rose. It was about time that she helped her friend earn a little confidence, and if that meant sleeping with the man that knew the DJ then that’s just what was going to happen. “I don’t want to **** you to do anything that you don’t want to do.“ Rose held her hand to her heart and the other to the sky as if she were swearing on the Bible. “So if you tell me that you don’t wanna sleep with that man, then I will just find someone for me to sleep with." She gave her a smart smirk. “Shouldn’t be too hard. “

Violet cringed and shuffled uncomfortably. He was pretty cool… If it were up to her, she would’ve thought he was cool by her self in the comfort of her own room. But Rose had done so much work getting them into the club in the first place that she couldn’t let her friend down now “OK! “She threw her hands up half in defeat and half a victory. “I want him.”

——-

“Will Jeremy Peakd get the fuck backstage!” it looked like his friend was abusing his speaker privileges. Despite the whirlwind start to the evening, the next 30 minutes of Jeremy's life were fairly standard. Which is to say that a party was going on and he was stuck sitting in a chair, nursing a drink and looking at everyone else have fun. It didn’t make much of a difference to him that the drink was alcoholic. He still felt like a loser.

Having **** but to heed the call Jeremy headed backstage. It wasn’t as easy as it sounded. The club was a maze of sweating, pulsing bodies, and these bodies were not satisfied, standing still or statuesque. They were a rolling, gyrating labyrinth, they moved and flowed like the waves at Jeremy, He was not fond of having his body dabbed with sweat. He was keento dodge as many of the moist rivers as he could. And with some effort, he made it, only having been slightly sprinkled by the perspiration of one, particularly energetic hula, hoop dancer.

Though he did not feel like he belonged backstage anymore than he felt he belonged on the dance floor; when Jeremy saw the contents of that privilege space, he felt at home. The main floor was filled with tourists, people who were trying to be hip or modern or cool, or youthful or sexy or predacious. Jeremy knew he was one of them. Then there were the vaunted few that lived in the rarefied air backstage, these people in their bucket hats, and fuzzy legwarmers were so cool so effortlessly, he imagined this is what Mount Olympus must’ve been like in the olden times. These were the gods of the scene, and they didn’t seem to take much more interest in life than those deities had. For the most part, they lounged against the wall or on a piece of furniture, their eyes littered with boredom, from their lips dangled cigarettes, or joints. they were so cool that they were absolutely bored with the mastery that their environment provided. When Jeremy entered, he stood there for maybe half a minute. he watched them them ignored him. They had no interest in who entered the room or who left. they had no interest in anything. That’s what he wanted to be. He wanted what they had, which was too much. They’ve seen too much, done too much , and all that was left to them was boredom the knowledge that they had done everything. That seemed so cool.

“There he is.” Jeremy was shook from a stupor by his best friend sauntering his way back stage. the DJ for tonight’s events was not among the pantheon of Gods content to sit hazy in the corners . Like Jeremy, he was a newcomer to the land of the immortals. This was his first big break, and he was breathing in the air and the liquor with all the joy of a newborn fawn exploring the meadows outside their house.

Jeremy had never seen him so happy . He had really gotten himself a show and in a really cool club. He got the sense that this is what life would be like now. All around him his friends would start accomplishing goals. They would get gigs and they would use their degrees and get jobs and insurance and retirement plans. They would have children and buy homes and be adults. They would grow bored of this life just as the gods smoking their joints here we’re bored of it. that is not what Jeremy wanted. They would grow bored of it because it was impractical because it wasn’t PTA meetings, because fun wouldn’t help with their career or their child’s future. They would grow bored of it, because it was superfluous, because it didn’t matter. Though to them, their life would be taking interesting new shades, Jeremy thought they were shades of grey. He didn’t want his life to be New Jersey. He wanted to be New York.

The friend did have a name, in fact, he had two. his stage name, and the name that he was going by tonight was plastered on posters, and on a sign outside the club. He was DJ DJ . The name was a crime against every other artist who never put any effort into coming up with something witty, creative or expressive. The truth was his friends name was DJ Derrick Jones. If ever, there was a more white bread name, Jeremy had never heard it. Though his own did provide stiff competition. They had not been friends since childhood. They had been friends since high school and managed to drift inside the same college together. Jeremy had been under the impression that college was for earning a degree while DJ knew that it was about having experiences and meeting people. Those people knew people who owned clubs, and those clubs needed DJs “what do you think? “

“This place is amazing! “Jeremy smacked his friend's hand and was pulled into a hug. DJ got his pat on the back for all that he had accomplished. Jeremy got a pat on the back because him being in a club at all seemed like a much more moon-landing-esque achievement.

“Have you struck out yet? “

Jeremy grinned gamely and held up his hand. “4 times.”

DJ mimed getting shot in the heart with an arrow “ouch!” He ruffled his friend’s hair. “Maybe some of my stardust will rub off on you… speaking of which.”

He gestured to a woman who was approaching them. Her hair was slightly disheveled, and even Jeremy could tell she’d just had sex. She was four foot something a tiny little lady, and her outfit was made of a material unidentifiable by Jeremy but it was black and shiny. “Who’s your friend DJ.” Her accent was heavenly.

“Roommate.” DJ grinned. “Listen, I’m about to go on stage, but keep eachother company yeah?”

“Oh!” Jeremy grabbed his friend by the shoulder. “Where’s the best place to watch from? I want to see your big debut!”

Dj rolled his eyes. “The best place, is right here, next to Preya.”

“But I can barely…”

“Next to Preya…” DJ ground out the words. At this point Jeremy didn’t need to be drawn a picture, but DJ did provide a visual aid with his fingers.

“Oh! Oh, got it, yeah sweet! Um, break a leg out there.”

“Ladies and gentlemen for the first time in this or any reality, prepare to get your ears finger blasted by the musical artistry of DJ DJ!”

There was a roar from the other side of the curtains. DJ grinned as turned on by that noise as Peaks was with his Park Ranger. “Hope they like me.” He stuck his tongue out, and ran on stage.

Jeremy’s heart was pumping for him. He was finally out there! "He’d made it.”

Preya looked up at her new friend. “Want a handy?”

——-

“Is she one of ours?” Babs pointed towards the short Indian girl swallowing the masters tongue and leading him into a dark hallway.

“Nope, she’s a contestant.” Karen said With a proud grin. "That’s all natural. Sometimes the universe gives us something to strive for.”

Babs scoffed. “There’s always room for improvement… is the ranger taken care of?”

“Yes.” The blonde assistant nodded. “She’s asleep in a booth, she’ll be woken up for the announcement. I have a bouncer making sure none of the npcs mess with her.”

“Good, is everyone here?”

“The twins just arrived.”

“Perfect. We’ll give the DJ a bit of time to warm up, let the master enjoy his hand job, and then we’ll get started. Until then Skylar get the twins to kiss, we need them questioning their relationship from the start, and Karen get Reyna out of the bathroom, we don’t want his first impression of her being covered in vomit she’ll never have a chance.”

The blonde tugged on her pigtail. “Um… I don’t think it’s enough time to make them want to kiss…”

“Skylar!” Karen hissed and shook her head.

Rightfully so, Babs had less than no interest in the question. “Fine then, you clean up the vomit, and Karen will get the kiss!” She kicked Skylar and sent the poor assistant stumbling out of the circle.

The blonde sobbed and ran out.

“Skylar!” Karen ran after her other half. “Skylar wait up!”

The blonde smooshed her face against a wall.

“She shouldn’t have hit you!”

Skylar sniffed. “Oh it’s not that. She’s just being firm… I feel bad for the twins.”

Karen bit her lip. “She shouldn’t have hit you.” Who cared about the humans? That hag had no right treating them like that.

“It’s fine, really.” She lifted up her shirt to reveal her perfect nipples highly erect. “I like when she hits me, that’s how I know she loves me.” Karen wasn’t sure about that. In fact she knew it was wrong.

“What’s wrong with the twins?”

“Are you going to make them kiss even if they don’t want it?”

“Of course.” Karen was so confused by her other half. At times she seemed so defective. “I’ll snap, make them kiss and make sure a camera gets it. Easy stuff.”

“Wouldn’t it be better if they wanted it though?”

Karen pet the blonde. “They will, they’ll want it eventually.”

“Babs just doesn’t seem like she cares about making sure everyone is happy…”

“Aww.” Karen kissed the blonde on the cheek. “You are so sweet, but you’re right she doesn’t care. She’s here for the smut, we all are. You too, you just haven’t gotten a taste of human misery yet, but I promise you’ll love it. But I think it’s sweet that you care about them.”

Skylar shook her head. “I don’t want to hurt anyone…”

“You do.” Karen hugged her. “It’s who you are, you’ve just been having me do all the dirty work so far, so you don’t know how much fun it is. But I’m giving you your first taste tonight. Make the twins kiss, and you’ll see what I’m talking about. We were made for this.”

“No.” Skylar buried her face in the mesh of her mate's top. “Don’t make me… I can convince them just let me have a few weeks.”

“We have minutes… baby. I….” Here is where a human couple would say I love you, but these two were only human passing. “…want to fuck you all the time, but we have to nail this season or they’ll get rid of us. Once we have our own show…” she spread her arms wide. “It’ll be nothing but happy endings, but we have to pay our dues and do the show that Babs wants. Okay?”

Skylar sniffed. “Okay…”

“Just one little kiss.”

“Mhm.”

“Great, I’m telling you you’ll love it. To know you have a person in your hands, and that their whole world is clay for you to mold and destroy… fuck. Do it fast, and I’ll let you lick my nipples before the show."

——-

“Oh man, oh man, oh man!” Jeremy must have done something right. Preya had pressed him against a wall and jerked him off like his sperm was venom she was trying to extract. He exploded, the heavy pitter patter of cream on the tile still rang in his ears. But she was so in the zone that she dropped to her knees and started to suck on his spermy dick.

She’d awoken a power in him he never knew he had. He was hard again, and the jizz hadn’t even coolEd. She was an animal, slurping on his and giggling as she did. She loved it. Jeremy had never dared to think of a woman as a slut, but Preya did send him reaching for synonyms.

Despite the great pleasure, he felt guilty. His mind was not entirely on Preya… or at all. He was using her and his guts were in knots, but his true lust was with Nadine. Her confused look, how out of it she seemed. He suddenly heartbreakingly realized the appeal of… of drugging a woman. To have her so addled and pliable, you didn’t even need charm… you could just… have her.

It was awful, he was well aware it was awful. He was really worried about her, but the fantasy was fun, and there was nothing wrong with a fantasy. He would never hurt anyone, let alone a woman. But the fantasy of dehumanizing her in such a way… well Preya wasn’t the only thing getting him so hard.

——-

“You guys are twins?”

Tori and Lauren looked to eachother. “I’m, yeah…”

“I can tell!” Skylar gulped. She could do this. She would convince them to kiss, convince them that they wanted to feel the warm embrace of ****. She wouldn’t hurt anyone. When she was made, they told her she was a Ripper, one of the mean ones… one of the evil ones. But she wasn’t. She wasn’t a Ripper, she was a princess. She was a friend and companion to the master, leading him to love and confidence. That’s what she wanted. That’s what she chose to be. “Can I get you drinks? On the house! I work here!”

**** never hurt.

“Um no thanks.” Tori tried out a kind smile. “Do you know about the show? We heard they were filming a show!”

“Yeah it’s about to start.” Skylar cleared her throat. She was yelling. What the DJ lacked in talent, he made up for in volume. “I wish I had a sister! Well I do actually… eh… no we were made out of the same stuff at the same time but she’s more like my lover, so…” she took a chug of her own drink. “But sisters are even better than lovers! I mean twins especially ya know? Probably know you better anyhow.”

“Are you ODing?” Laruren felt so uncomfortable watching this New York lesbian melt down. They’d done this to plenty of guys, but never a woman.

“No! No, I’m high on life!” She was sweating. “I’m just so like overwhelmed by the idea of sisterly love, and like being with someone who knows you so perfectly, and let’s face it there’s something forbidden and hot about fucking your sister, and the fact that she has your face, oh damn! You guys should kiss.”

“There it is.” Tori got up.

Lauren tossed a drink at Skylar. “You should have your head checked out, lez. You’re sick.” It was the 90’s.

“No no no no no!” They were getting up and walking in separate directions. “Stop!”

Skylar snapped her fingers.

Immediately the two were seized by an invisible ****. They froze in place and were turned around. “Aaah!” Laura screamed.

“What the hell?” Tori was jerking her body around try to find a way outof the grip.

“Calm down, calm down you two. It’s okay I’m not going to hurt you.” Skylar wiped her face with the fur hem of her shirt. Her heavily made up face smeared. “Let’s just talk, okay. I think if we just talk about how hot you two kissing would be. We’d all be okay with it.”

“You’re doing this?”

“Fuck!”

“Help!”

“Somebody help!”

“No no no shh shh shh.” Skylar was running between the two try to shush them. “I am the help! I am helping. Stop! Stop, you don’t want Babs to find out!”

“Fuck! She’s crazy! Someone save us!”

“AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaah mmpf!”

Laura’s moth was suddenly pressed to her sisters, one muffling the screams of the other.

Beside them was a panting manic Skylar.

“Just kiss!” She was lucky for the loud music. None of the contestants had heard and the NPCs weren’t going to snitch.

“Let’s us go!” Tori whimpered mealy it tears. It wasn’t a command anymore. She was begging.

Skylar had goosebumps. “Kiss.”

Laura broke first. She pressed her lips to her sister’s, like you would a skunks butt. Tori had **** but to return.

Skylar giggled, then bit her lip, but another giggle got out. She didn’t want to, it was so unprofessional, but it was so great. “Yeah…” she panted. “That’s good, kiss for the cameras, kiss your sister.”

She felt like she was going to explode. They were doing it! And they hated it, but she made them. She did this. She could make them do anything.

She snapped.

“You love it! You love kissing your sister!

Suddenly their hesitation stopped, Lauren really kissed Tori this time, and her twin gasped and kissed back. Their breathing went from panicked to pleasured. They licked eachother’s lips, and nibbled and giggled, and kissed. They kissed.

Mission accomplished Skylar! Break the spell, they’ll be plenty confused after this!

“You want her! This person you’re so close with! It’s wrong but you want it. You need it.”

Their kissing became more urgent. There squirmed more fiercely against Skylar hold. “Let us go!” Tori begged, but this time it wasn’t for freedom, it was for degeneracy.

Skylar obliged. The two were freed, and they came together. But they only hugged, and kissed of course. The shame was still too great, to touch their sister’s body…

Skylar snapped. “Don’t be shy you two have always been incestuous freaks.”

Lauren suddenly threw Tori against the bar. Tori panted and grinned, spreading her legs. Aggressively Lauren lifted her skirt up, and tore the panties down to Tori’s knees. She played her sister with the skill of an old lover. Her twin sputtered and whined and panted under the ****. “Ugh, yes sis! You know just how I like it!”

“It’s just how I like it, we’re the same.” Lauren husked. In her mind she had her twin had been attached at the vagina since college. They’d had boyfriends in high school but nothing felt right until they were fingering eachother under the blankets while their dad slept through Die Hard.

Skylar’s eyes were zig zagging over the display trying to absorb every detail. “Who’s the freak now Lauren?” Skylar had never been petty but it felt so good to throw that comment back at her.

Lauren looked down at her moaning sister and stiffened. She turned a shade of green. “Oh god, this is wrong.” She pulled away. “We’re sisters.”

Skylar kicked herself, it was like spooking a deer. "It’s okay, you’re not a lesbian. Your sister is the only one whose body can drive you as wild as it does.”

“Oh…” Lauren turned to her sister. “It’s… it’s true.”

“It is wrong though.” Tori moaned, and rubbed her lips. “That’s why we like it, right sis?”

Lauren’s mouth was dry. “Right… it’s not gay…”

“….we’re practically the same person.”

“It’s not gay…”

“…it’s ****.”

“Yeeeeah.” Lauren smiled.

Skylar snapped. “Besides, Lauren has a dick…”

Lauren looked down and sure enough, her vagina was gone replaced with a proud seven incher. She had no time to be horrified, her twin was hornified by the new asset and slid onto it happily. She groaned as she felt the inside of her first puss wrap around her dick. “Oh yeeah.”

“Yeah.” Skylar groaned as they watched the two hump against the bar. “Hard to get closer than that!”

“You’re so tight!”

“You’re so big!”

“I was born to fuck you!”

“I was born to fuck you!”

Skylar was drooling! They were so happy! She snapped! “More! More! Get closer! Love eachother more! Fuck harder!”

Lauren picked up the pace, her hips were a blur. Tori got wetter, her pussy grew deeper, shewas taking in, 8, 9, 10, 11 inches. Lauren kissed Tori and as they pulled away their lips peeled apart like two wads of gum.

“Fuck!” Tori cried. “I can feel your dick! My pussy! I feel like I’m fucking myself.”

“It’s twin thought!” Skylar cackled.

“Oh fuck I feel good!” Lauren cried. She adjusted her hips. “Here this should hit our g spot.”

“Oooh Fuck yes! You got it, you got it sis.”

They were melting into one another. Their limbs were sticking to one another. Their breasts were squished together and dripping to the floor.

“Ooooh Tori, did you really watch me shower after softball practice?”

“Nnnugh, you can see what I’m thinking about?” She burbled just barely able to pull her melted lips away from her sister’s neck. “That’s so embarrassing!”

“No, I look fucking hot in there! God I wish I could fuck that ass.”

“Webluh caaaaaaan.” Tori burbled.

Their sticky copulation stopped for a moment and though it appeared that their genitals were being glued together, Lauren managed to slip her dick out of her twin. Like a curious tentacle it reached under and behind its owner. It **** its way under her sagging underwear and up her ass.

Though Lauren was the exclusive giver and taker in this bizarre exchange, Tori moaned just as loud as her sister. “We’re fucking our ssssissster!” She slurred. A hand came down to play with her now empty pussy, but neither was entirely sure who it belonged to.

Lauren leg’s finally gave out and the sisters fell to the club floor with a splat.

They were a shapeless mountain of peachy goo. Slimey hair topping it all. Though they had been front to front, their combined form had two faces facing the same direction. Their two mouths had tansformed into a singular maw that would occasionally split into separate holes. Their breasts hung low on their form. They looked like udders hanging there over and concealing a vagina. There was an ass on either side, but one was currently getting stuffed by a long dick. Though Lauren was no longer able to buck her hips the dick was now more akin to a tentacle, moving in and out of the ass on its own strength and will. Though a great deal of the dick was stuffed inside the moist and amorphous insides of this monstrosity, a greater deal was coiled up before them like a garden those, resting between two sets of useless squirming legs. It the coming years it would fly out and drag a nearby victim into a gooey three way, but for today it remained happy to please itself, whoever that was.

“Wish mommy was here with us!” One part of the thing moaned.

“Wish daddy too!” Said the other with the same mouth.

“We blurb ub know what if feel ugh like when make us!”

The thought of reliving their conception seemed to excite the thing greatly because it shuddered and it’s mouths moaned and all twenty toes curled, and it’s great serpentine dick came in it’s own ass, and once that was full it pulled out and spayed into their air like some kind of celebration. Finally it ended the disgusting display by simply stuffing its great gullet with the phallus and sucking on it. It gulped and swallowed the seemingly never end spooge down, like a pleased animal from the teat of its mother.

The npcs were having a hell of a time ignoring… that. But they earned their keep. They laughed, and kiss and partied even as in the corner of their eyes the worst thing ever was taking place. If they sweated nervously no one would notice under the high lights.

“Skylar!!!!” A voice shrieked from the crowd. Almost no one. Karen pushed her way through some twinks. “What did you do?” She was horrified… this… this wasn’t sexy! This wasn’t fun!

But Skylar was absolutely ecstatic, manic is more like it. Her grin looked painful her eyes were watering. “Babe you were right! That was amazing! What a rush! I felt like a dog when it has a chew toy, and is just flinging it around in its mouth.” The blonde hugged her companion so tight and with such appreciation that Karen couldn’t help but hug back. Though she stood above Skylar and was free to gawk in horror at what she’d done… what Karen had made her do…

“So what do you think?” She was like a light bulb. Which made it so much worse. There was no hint of evil, or wrong doing oreven regret. “I bet the master won’t be able to look a way once he sees these two!”

Karen shoved her. Instantly regretted it. “Baby I’m sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do that.”

Skylar’s nipples stiffened, but she did look admonished. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Wrong?” Karen looked to the…thing. “We… we can’t present them like this… they need to be a pair.”

“Oh.” Skylar deflated somewhat at this. She’d completely forgotten about the eight raves between now and their final forms.

“You need to turn them back.” She said gently. Though she could tell it was like telling a kid to destroy their first sculpture. The thing looked like a child’s first sculpture.”

“Nmrghooooooooo!” To Karen’s surprise the thing has found enough lucidity in its scrambled mind to pull its fire hose cock out of its mouth a burble out a few words through the cascade of cum that came drooling out. “Together Lori…. Happy. Separate we… tortured. Bring mommy…. Bring…. Daddy make family… us… whole…. Together…. Fuuuuck.”

“Aww!” Skylar held her hand to her heart. “You were right Karen! I can make people happy this way.” She kissed her costar on her cheek. “So can i… get a taste of those nipples?”

“Baby you’re not understanding, these are Babs girls, she need them for the show.”

“They can still compete.”

“They can’t walk.”

“Maybe if I gave them more legs…”

“Turn them back.”

“I can’t.”

“Turn them back.”

“I can’t!”

“You have to.”

“They don’t want that.”

“So snap your fingers and make them want it.”

“Their souls are all smooshed together, I can’t separate them now.”

“Yeaaaaaay!” The thing slapped its dick around happily.

Karen wanted to die. “Fine. Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! Fine, okay. We have to hide them. We can do this. We’ll put them in your room. We’ll wait until the show is over then sell them to a collector, or find them a farm upstate or something.”

The creature tapped Karen on the shoulder with its dick. “Bring bleh mommy pfffft bring daddy.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Karen shrieked.

“But… they won’t get to meet their master…”

Karen grabbed and held Skylar’s head. “That’s right. That’s right baby, that’s why you can’t do this shit before the show starts. Now apologize to them.”

Skylar kicked the ground miserably. “I’m sorry guys, I stole the chance for you to be with your master. I’m sorry!”

“Who master?” Garbled the thing. “He… brother?”

Karen shook her head. “Forget it.”

Skylar hugged her other half. “I’m so sorry. I messed it up I didn’t mean to get us it’s in trouble.”

Karen took a deep breath. “Skylar there’s no one in the world I want to fuck more than you. If I lost your sweet pussy and your fat ass, I would cancel myself. I’ll do anything to protect you. But you have to promise me you’ll never do anything like this again.”

“I promise!” Skylar kisses the goth on the cheek. “Now that I see how upset it’s made you, I won’t do it again. Scouts honor.”

Karen smiled, knowing that it had been a lie. She hugged her other half, and silently mourned her partner. Her Skylar was dead, and she’d been the one to kill her.

——-

Jeremy stumbled onto the dance floor like a man who'd had his skeleton sucked out through his cock. That Preya... wow. He didn't care if it was sloppy seconds or... well with what he knew of his new short friend, he couldn't be sure he'd only gone second. Still DJ was a lifesaver. He felt more like a man already.

This absolutely pubescent feeling fell through the floor at the sight of a single woman.

He'd wandered onto the dance floor, DJ's loud beats were filling the club. He was so proud of his friend, he wanted to grin and smile at someone and say "I know him!"

Which is when he saw Barbara. The Ice Queen of his home town, the only girl to escape their highschool with her virginity, and his highschool sweethearts. Oh, what a bitter sweet sight. He had no right feeling sad, he'd dumped her. She'd been fine going to two separate schools, staying loyal to each other, and meeting during the breaks to... not fuck. Jeremy had conceived of college as an orgy during passing periods and could not stand another day not knowing what a vagina felt like. He broke it off, and because he was so hot damn sure he was a man, he did it in a very inelegant way. The word ‘bitch’ had been thrown around along with several synonyms for frigid.

"DJ." He growled, and gave his friend the finger. He'd invited her too...

Then Jeremy got a funny smile on his face. Maybe this was a sign.

The Club was fun, but was it a life? It smelled, it was hot, he had to wait an hour just to get in, admittedly the BJ was pretty great, but the most fun was just supporting his friend. The ackward girls, and crazy girls, and **** girls... it was a lot. It was too much. Maybe Jerermy had never become a man because... he was wrong about what it meant the whole time. He thought about his trip is Disney world, and that girl. His parents were not rich, but they still paid for a private school, and made sure he had at least one great vacation. What sacrifices did those two have to make for him? Those two had been adults.

He felt so stupid just for thinking all of that. Barbara always made him feel so introspective. Even on the dance floor of a club she was dressed in virginal white, though the dress was a bit daring. She'd gotten bold in her old age... he'd missed four years of her life. She probably had a boyfriend.

"I'm a man." He finally decided irrespective of ****, ****, or back room bj's. Barbara was just standing there, focused on DJ smiling faintly swaying to the music.

Why not?

He pushed through the dance floor, determined to talk to her. What would he say? Even he didn't know, but it was the talking that was important. He'd gotten within three feet of her, when...

"There you are!" Rose threw her arm around Jeremy, and Violet stepped right between him and his old flame.

"Hey." Violet coyly brushed some hair behind her ear, and looked oh so bashful.

"Ai, Chica you have to spell it out for these white boys, tell him." Rose nudged her a bit closer.

Violet gave her a dirty look, but when she finally addressed Jeremy it was softer. "Do you think..." She shook her head, like this was a cosmically silly gesture. She reminded him of Barbara, the shy girl thing. "Would you like to dance with me?"

"Miracles can happen folks! She did it!" Rose jumped for joy.

Jeremy laughed nervously, and gave Barbara another quick glance. It was four years... she'd moved on. Would he have traded his twelve college orgasms for another four years with her? Absolutely, but what's done was done. He took Violet by the hand, and led her to the center of the floor. "I'd be happy to dance with you, Violet."|

She beamed and took his lead. Together on the dance floor they did that good 1999 dancing. Hands in the air, hips moving, the good shit. "I should tell you, that's not my real name."

He smiled. "Yeah I figured. Rose and Violet, is a bit much."

"Her name really is Rose though." She blushed. "I thought it would be cool."

That charmed him, he loved the way she shook her hips. This woman had danced at something before, she was so much better than him. "It was mysterious, I'll give you that. So what's your real name?"

She spun around him. "It's a secret. You'll have to get it out of me."

"I think I'm up to the challenge."

Violet took him through several songs, and at some point even put his hands on her hips so he could feel her sway. She was a sweet girl.

A few songs in DJ chose to disrupt their rhythm by making an announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, I know we're all having a lot of fun, but I've got an introduction to make. Put your hands together for the Owner of H.H, Babs!"

The applause that followed this woman was earthshaking. It was like everyone knew this woman and adored her. She was an older woman, probably just 40 something, but with this crowd she might as well have been a dinosaur. She was wearing red high heels, fishnet stockings, and a corset that kept two breasts the size of human heads snuggly held just under her chin. Her hair was in the style of a flapper, and she had a headband with a feather to confirm that this had been the intention. she moved with an other worldly grace, definitely a dancer of some kind in her younger days. Jeremy was entranced. As she walked on stage Karen and Pinkie joined her. One on each side.

"Hello, hello, yes and welcome guests. To H.H and our night of Acronyms. You've all been listening to the musical mastery of DJ DJ, here at club H.H, me on the other hand am your M.C. People call me Babs, and I'd like to keep it that way. Now as your Host with the most, let me do the Polite thing and welcome you all to Harem Hotel: Until **** Do Us Party!"

A million spot lights turned on, and the dance floor was suddenly deserted. Almost deserted. It was just Jeremy and 13 other people. All girls, he noticed. Where had everyone else gone? He squited to see into the darkness of the club. He had the feeling that there was a crowd just on the edge of the light but he just couldn't make it out. He held Violet's hand to make sure she was still there. He looked around for Rose and spotted her, along with Barbara, Preya and Nadine... miraculously undrugged.

"Is there a Jeremy Peaks out on the dance floor tonight?"

"Right over there!" DJ announced from his place on stage. "That's my boy!" He scratched a record for effect.

"Yes he is," Babs smiled from her perch on stage. "Come up here Mr. Peaks you're our guest of honor."

Jeremy groaned with shame. What had DJ done? He reluctantly let go of Violet's hand, and got a weird feeling once he lost contact. It was so strange that he just stopped and stared back at her. He had the feeling of... what was this?

"This feels like the last time we'll see each other." She said to him, their eyes just making contact.

"That's how I feel." He laughed.

"It's just a club..."

"Yeah..." He didn't believe that. "...What's your name?"

She smiled coyly, and pushed him towards the stage. "I'll tell you when you get back."

So he went, up on stage. He was placed between Pinkie and Karen, and below Bab's boobs. "Thank you for joining us Mr. Peaks. Some of you might know this young man standing on the stage, other might have only met him tonight, but I'm excited to say that when this party comes to an end, you're all going to be worshiping him. That's right ladies and gentlemen." She turned towards DJ. "That's right, DJ you're in this too. Mr. Peaks here is your new master, and over the course of eight wild parties, the sixteen of you will become his harem!" She paused for confused gasps. "Now I'm sure you all have a lot of questions, and **** flailing you'd like to get out of the way, and that's just fine. That's what's tonight's all about, but first I'd be rude if I didn't answer the question of the audience's mind. Who are these two beautiful ladies next to me?"

"I'm Karen." Said the goth with a big grin. "If you need anything at all you just let me or my friend know, and we'll get it for ya! We're here to serve you and make sure your every need is tended to."|

The blonde spoke next, her energy absolutely electric. "Thats' right everyone. I'm here to make sure you're all as happy as can be. My name is Skylar...." She licked her lips. "... and I just know I'm going to have so much fun with all of you."

From his vantage point Jeremy spotted the goth react to what her friend of said. She broke character for the briefest of moments, and looked scared.

Scared of what?

Her eyes glanced to her friend, clearly taken aback by what she had said. 'I'm going to have so much fun with all of you.'

That's the moment Jeremy realized that this wasn't a game, or a theme night, or some prank by DJ. This was real.

He was afraid.