Arc One: Fuck Anna in front of Erica (Learn about Active Dual Reality Manipulation)

"Hey," Erica breathed out as she threw open the door, "Sorry about that- got a bit held up." Then, without prompting, she nervously launched into an explanation, "I was cleaning and I winded up spilling Bleach all over myself and the bed. I was changing when you rang the doorbell and-"

Anna held up a hand, "Relax." She's smiled as she continued, "Don't worry about it. You're doing me a huge favor, you know? I don't mind having to wait a bit. Can I come in?"

"Oh. Oh, yeah. Of course." Still feeling off-balance, Erica moved to the side, making room for Anna to step around her. Once she did, Erica closed the door behind them, halting the cold draft wafting into the room. "Is it snowing?"

"Yeah. Well, actually, it's been coming and going for the last hour. It was snowing when I left my parents place, but it stopped by the time I got here. Do you mind if I'm wet?"

"Not at all. Just leave your clothes on the chair. I'll toss them in with my laundry a bit later."

Anna shrugged. Her carry-on handbag got tossed to the right side of the chair. Erica assumed that was where she was keeping her change of clothes and other necessities. Then Anna started to take off her winter clothes, starting with her hat, revealing what must have been the source of her latest fight with her parents. "You dyed your hair?"

Erica had met Anna's parents once before. They seemed nice enough, but they were very conservative. Neither of them was likely to approve of things like piercings, hair dyes, and other fashion choices that were unusual or socially questionable. It was too bad for them that Anna loved all those things and seemed to get a kick out of pushing the boundaries that her parents set for her.

"I intend to dress up as Black Cat for Halloween this year." Seeing Erica's blank look, Anna clarified, "You know- Black Cat? Felicia Hardy? The Spider-Man character?" The gloves came off next.

"I'm not a fan of the Spider-Man franchise. Wonder Woman is where it's at."

Anna scoffed, dumping the gloves and hat on the chair. As she unzipped her coat, she asserted, "The MCU is way better than the DC Universe."

Erica didn't know the difference between the two so she shrugged. "Maybe, but tastes vary. I remember watching the Wonder Woman cartoon growing up. I liked it."

Anna didn't have a response to that. A few seconds passed in silence as she wrestled her way free of the jacket and dumped it on the chair. Erica winced as a few droplets of freshly melted water slid off and onto the floor.

Doing her best to ignore it, Erica moved to pick up the clothes. "I'll take these to the bathroom. Would you like something to eat while you-" Erica's voice died in her throat. Anna hadn't stopped undressing.

You imagine that this was how a blind man felt upon being able to see for the first time- discovering a new aspect of the pink orb is overwhelming. It forces your mind to stretch in a way human minds weren't meant to, but somehow yours is capable of keeping up.

Perhaps this was something innate to you- perhaps this is why the entity had chosen you to get this power in the first place. Or perhaps this came as an added boon to your initial package, something to make using the orb easier. Or perhaps every human is capable of this, but don't need to actively do it. You can't know for sure, one way or the other.

Nonetheless, it took time to acclimate to new data streams and the first time is always the most overwhelming. Hands that had been pulling Anna's shirt over her head, staggering for just a second before continuing onward.

The thick sweater comes off, revealing her svelte form, but you don't get to enjoy your first glimpse of her undressed. Your mind is on the binary choices before you. Glance at Erica- see the surprise on her face. It won't last for long. You had until she recovers to make your choice.

At first, there is a temptation to say that the orb is offering a choice as to whether or not to affect Erica. That isn't accurate, however. The orb will affect Erica either way- the only question is how.

In both scenarios, the orb convinces both Erica and Anna that Anna took her own shirt off, and in both, it convinces Anna that the reason she took her shirt off is because it is wet and she doesn't want to get water all over Erica's things.

The orb would do to Anna what it did to Erica- feed her false narratives to get her to ignore what you're doing to her. That's the same as before and doesn't get you to blink an eye. What's different- and what's causing the difference in your experience- is the presence of an audience.

The orb can handle Erica in two ways. The first is by feeding her the same narrative that it's feeding Anna. A unified reality. Under this choice, Erica won't react at all. There isn't anything wrong, after all. Anna is just taking off her wet clothes so that Erica can take them all to dry together.

The second option the orb has by default is leaving Erica out of the loop. She'll see Anna stripping off her own volition, but she won't know why and will be free to react to it how she wants to.

Before you can decide, Erica comes to her senses and the orb chooses one at random. "Anna! What do you think you're doing?"

Anna sends her a blank look before raising an eyebrow. "Taking off my wet clothes," she responds in a voice that screams, 'No duh.'

"You can't just strip in my living room. Can't you change somewhere else?" Erica looks flushed, trying to look away but not entirely succeeding. Every few moments, her eyes would drift back to her friend and her flush would grow.

It probably didn't help her embarrassment that you hadn't stopped taking Anna's clothes off. Hands go around her to the top button of her jeans. With a pop, it comes loose.

"What's the big deal?" Anna defends her actions. "We change in front of each other all the time in the locker rooms. And besides, I don't want to spread water everywhere."

"Spread water? Anna, those clothes are completely dry." As you yank her pants to the ground, exposing a tanned ass covered by pink panties that match her bra, you can tell that Erica was right. These pants were dry. The panties, however, were about to be soaking wet.

Obligingly, Anna moved one foot up and then the other, stepping around the garment which you then toss at Erica. She nearly drops the pile she's currently holding but manages to tilt so that it lands on top of the mound.

"The pants are dark blue, so I guess I can't blame you for not noticing, but it's actually soaking wet. Don't worry, I brought a change of clothes. I can change right now if you want."

"It would make more sense if you changed in your room like a normal person," Erica said, shooting Anna a dirty look. She didn't appreciate getting jeans thrown at her. You wonder when Erica had cleaned up.

In a few seconds, you get your answer. She hadn't. "Actually, you haven't eaten yet, have you? The kitchens over there. Why don't you look through the fridge and find something to eat. I have to change your sheets."

"I can help. It seems wrong, making you do all the work," Anna's attempt to be helpful threatens to derail Erica's subversion. As much fun as that might be, you want to fuck her, so you decide to help your cousin out.

As Anna tries to leave, you place your hands around her hips and hold her in place. Your orb flashes and then, "Actually, your plan sounds like it might be for the best. I am hungry."

"Don't worry about it. You'll be staying here for a while. If you want to pay me back, you can take over some of the chores starting tomorrow."

"You got it, boss." Anna snaps into a mock salute.

"Right. See you in fifteen," Erica tries not to sound like she's in a hurry, but she doesn't entirely succeed. Or maybe she does- Anna doesn't seem to suspect anything. Perhaps your more sensitive because you know what Erica is trying to hide.

Either way, no more words are said before Erica hurries off to her room.

A quick block and a few gentle nudges stop Anna from reaching her bag and instead directs her towards the kitchen. Unlike the first few rationalizations which were clear-cut, this one is more jumbled.

There is an underlying sense that because she has a limited amount of clothing, she shouldn't risk spilling cooking ingredients on any of the ones she currently had. This mixes with a sense of amusement at Erica's overreaction and a desire to see what she'd do if Anna was still undressed when she got back. Together, they convince Anna not to dress up before heading to the kitchen.

Admire the view as you trail behind her.

Erica, for all her boons, didn't work out.

You knew this because you had a gym membership at Planet Fitness and had offered to sign her up for one too. She declined, saying that she didn't want to risk bulking up. The two of you argued a bit, and then you realized that convincing her to go to the gym was against your interests. Her gym fees would be coming out of your pockets. Consequently, you had let it go and the topic never came up again.

Over time, you had observed that Erica didn't need to work out either. She was one of those girls that could eat whatever they wanted and not get fat. Instead of getting a larger stomach, the fat went straight to either her ass or her breasts, making her even hotter. Genetics are unfair like that.

Anna is different. She reminds you of the cardio bunnies that you knew at the gym. Her calves, hamstrings, and glutes are chiseled to perfection. While you were undressing her, you had taken the chance to squeeze her ass. It barely sunk. The globe felt taut beneath your hands.

It didn't surprise you. You had suspected as much when you saw her, but it was nice to have it confirmed. With her, you have a foil for Erica- a choice between a voluptuous lover and a petite one. Of course, when given two choices, you had a habit of grabbing them both.

As Anna steps into the kitchen, your hand lashes out, smacking her on one panty clad cheek. It knocks Anna off-balance slightly, causing her to stumble forward. She manages to recover and brace herself for your follow up blow. This one didn't move her, but she still feels it.

She wonders what's happening- and the orb explains it to her. It had been too long since she ate- she is starting to get light-headed.

Anna hurries towards the fridge and pull's it open. Once she sees what's inside, her face falls.

Erica isn't a fan of leftovers. While there are plenty of fresh ingredients, nothing is pre-cooked. Anna stands there for a few more seconds, wondering whether she can order something instead of cooking.

You spank her again, even harder this time. She can’t wait for food to arrive. Cooking it is.

From the top shelf she takes out a carton of eggs, but spank number three nearly gets her to drop them. She manages to recover and grips the carton tighter, before hurrying towards the counter. In so doing, she dodges blow number four and you knock yourself off balance slightly.

It takes three seconds for you to recover- enough time for her to put the eggs down and start turning back towards the fridge. Her 'dodging' annoys you. You would rather she stay still. You can make her, but you don't.

Wait impatiently instead, watching as she gathers the rest of her materials. Anna's the type of cook that likes to assemble all her materials before she starts.

From the fridge she grabs a milk gallon, from the cabinet she gets sugar, and from the cupboard, she pulls out a loaf of bread. As she assembled her ingredients, you realize you recognize them. They make up the backbone of your college diet. She is making French Toast.

Confirming your suspicions, she pulls out a plain white mixing bowl- presumably to mix the ingredients- and sets a skillet to warm up on the stove so she can toast it after.

French Toast is perfect for you have in mind.

Every minute makes you more impatient. Eyes are fixed on her ass, urging her to hurry. It's a relief when she cracks the first egg. Your plan can get underway.

The two minutes in between your last spank and Anna cracking the egg had passed without any 'dizzyness' on her end and it had lulled her into a false sense of security. Your next spank sends the egg flying out of hand, causing it to splatter all over the marble tabletop.

Anna's mouth opens in surprise before she curses softly. "Fuck," she breathes out, eyes scanning the room for something with which to clean the mess. Her eyes land on a roll of Bounty Paper Towels, resting just out of reach. She tries to move towards it- and fails.

Unlike the last few times, you hadn't withdrawn your hand after spanking her. Instead, the spank turns into a grope, thoroughly massaging her rear while simultaneously holding her in place.

As soon as she stops trying to move, the grope turns into another spank, synchronizing with your orb. The reminder is sent- she is hungry and it is causing her to get dizzy. She needs to eat. She can clean up later.

Anna reaches for another egg. It is the signal you are waiting for. Sink to your knees and spread her ass cheeks apart with both hands. A thumb hooks around the midsection of her panties, dragging it along and exposing her cunt and butt.

The air brushes against her nether regions, drawing a light shiver from your beautiful companion. The reaction is mild. The one you draw as you bury your face between her legs is less mild and the moan she lets out as you start to lap at her isn't mild at all.

The sexual sound touches your core and causes your member to strain. It touches a primal part of you, urging you to speed up and finish so you can get to the good stuff.

Anna doesn't have a distinct taste- either good or bad. She's mildly sweet. You can stand to eat her out, but she's not good enough to make you enjoy the task. Nor is the task engrossing enough to move your mind from how your member throbs.

A few more laps and then pull back. It isn't enough foreplay- she's not even close to as wet as Erica had been- but it is all you can stand to do.

With more urgency than ever, you stand. Your hands stay where they are. Only your wrists reorient slightly to accommodate for the change in angle. Her ass stays spread, her glistening cunt stays exposed, and her panties stay pinned.

Glance over her shoulder. You are impressed that she had managed to continue working while you had been eating her out. From the looks of it, she had managed to get the sugar, eggs, and milk into the bowl. All she had to do now was dip the bread into the mixture and put it into the pan.

After another second of thought, you realize that perhaps it isn't so impressive. She had been mostly stable while going through those steps. As long as she managed to work through the haze of delirious pleasure you had put her in, she would be fine. "Then what about a real test of your work ethic, hmm?"

She doesn't reply. That's fine. You'd have the results regardless.

Line yourself up and thrust, stabbing into her. Anna doesn't feel like you expect. She is small- petite. Her hips are far narrower than your generously endowed cousin. Subsequently, you are expecting a tight fit- tighter than Erica at least.

Your expectations are upended when you manage to nearly bottom out in a single thrust, carrying her forward. Anna's loose. "Do you have a boyfriend?" you wonder. "Or are you a slut?"

Saying the words out loud sends a thrill up your spine. You had never dared to call any of your partners' sluts before. Having to worry about consent meant having to worry about keeping the other person happy. Calling a girl a slut seemed like a quick way to make her mad.

Once more, Anna doesn't reply. Can't reply. Her eyes roll black as a wave of pleasure catches her off guard. A guttural moan rips itself from her throat. She stops paying attention to the dish she's working on for just a second and nearly ruins it as a result.

She'd been trying to put the bread in when you thrust. The motion carried her forward, so instead of landing on the mixture, the bread hit the rim and pushed the bowl forward, tipping it precariously.

Anna's eyes came back into focus before widening in panic. Her hand lashes forwards, trying to save the dish- and she succeeds if only barely. The bowl stabilizes, Anna lets out a sigh of relief, and you pull back.

This time, she's cautious. You can see how it annoys her, but nevertheless, she inches the bread towards the bowl. It doesn't help. Timing is critical. When her hands are mere centimeters away from their destination, you thrust, launching her forward.

Once more, the bread strikes the bowl, causing it to dance in wild circles around the countertop, The mixture within had the consistency of sugary syrup. Globs flake off, making a mess, but more stay in than falls out.

Anna wants to save it, but can't. You don't stop thrusting this time.

Jackhammering into Anna is different from Erica. Part of it is how loose she is, part of it is the difference in position, but most of it is her weight. She's so light that you nearly lift her off her feet with every thrust, using her as a human cocksleeve.

One of Anna's hands grips the table corner stiffly enough that you can see her elbow strain as she leans on it, desperately trying to stabilize herself. In the other, she's still holding the piece of bread.

The flesh is slightly indented where she's holding it. A consequence of using far too much pressure. A glance tells you the knuckles are white on both her hands.

Astonishingly, she still tries to put the bread into the bowl. The orb explains it. Anna thinks that the reason her symptoms are getting worse is because she's getting hungrier. Stopping now- waiting or taking a break- isn't an option. The situation isn't going to get better until she makes food.

"Well, if this won't stop you, then how about this?" Stop thrusting and pull out. Your hands are getting tired anyway. You had never taken off her panties so you'd been keeping them pinned to the side all this time. Pull them off now, and help her step out of them. You'd still need to spread her ass cheeks, but you have a different solution for that problem.

One hand goes under her thigh and lifts so that her leg is horizontal, and then keeps lifting. Anna's flexible enough that you manage to get one of her legs on the table, spreading her. In fact, she manages to take this time to get the bread into the bowl, soaking one side and had been in the process of flipping it over when you thrust back in.

She's even looser in this new position, so you have no problem picking up speed and hammering her. The table shakes, Anna moans, and you pant. And still, Anna tries to keep working.

That ends when your hand, now free, knots itself through her silver hair and pulls her head back, making it impossible for her to see what she's doing.

Anna gives up on cooking at this point, resigning herself to waiting for Erica to ask for help. To her, it appears that the tremors have gotten so bad that she can't even move. And they get worse still as you push into her harder.

She convulses around your dick, but not nearly as hard as a woman on the verge of climax would. It frustrates you, so pull her head back harder. Anna's back arches so into an inverted 'c.'

Tilt her head slightly so that you can kiss her. She tastes like mint toothpaste. She contracts around you only slightly harder.

Feel your orgasm rise- and yet still no sign of hers. What were you doing wrong? Power feeds you the answer. You weren't doing anything wrong. It came down to the scenario that the two of you are engaged in.

With Erica, the orb had convinced her that she was horny. So horny that she forgot all about what she was supposed to be doing in favor of masturbating. It wouldn't be inaccurate that she was primed to orgasm, regardless of what you were doing.

With Anna, the orb had gone down a different route. For her, this isn't an enjoyable experience. It is a lot closer to being sick- having the flu, for instance- than it is to having sex.

The predominant feeling Anna has is hunger, pain, and a general feeling of being unwell. She's registering pleasure from what you're doing to her, but it's muted by the other feelings. Perhaps the results would have been better if Anna had been a masochist, but she isn't.

Ego mollified, but still not happy, you pull out seconds before you would cum and let go of Anna. She crumbles like a house of cards, sagging forward and coming to rest on the marble countertop. Ten seconds later, she decides holding herself up is too much work and goes a step further, sinking to the floor and resting there, half-collapsed.

Ignore her. Hands go to the bowl with the French Toast mixture in it. Scoop up the now soggy piece of bread and toss it in the garbage. Stroke yourself to climax in six smooth motions and direct the discharge into the bowl. Place it back and smooth it out using a spoon, leaving Anna with a slightly saltier mix for her toast.

Place it back and help Anna get back to her feet. Outside of a light spank on the ass, you don't interfere when she tries to go back to cooking. The skillet is more than warm enough now. It only takes a few seconds for her to dip the next piece of bread into the mix, and less than three minutes for both sides to be well toasted.

You smile and she grimaces as she takes a bite of her breakfast. “Must have added salt instead of sugar,” she rationalizes. Anna keeps eating regardless. She’s too hungry to do otherwise.

Edited as of 11/13/20

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