Kink Counseling

“So are you eventually going to stop pussyfooting and explain the real reason that we’re here? I enjoy talking about the food I miss back home as much as I’m sure the rest of y’all do, but I doubt that’s the point of you choosing us.” Felicia pushed.

She, Stella, and Maeve had stayed in the Dining Hall after lunch at Luna’s request, the Latina gathering them all up.

“No. That was just an icebreaker.” Luna agreed. “I chose you three because it’d be good for you all to talk. You’re the ones most serious about a relationship with him.”

“What about Aubrey?” Felicia pointed out. “As much as I hate her, she’s as serious about him as I think is possible.”

“Or Hazel?” Stella added.

“Hazel’s doing her own thing. Whatever she’s planning with Dick and Hel isn’t the style any of us want.”

“And-”

“And I wasn’t confident in Aubrey’s ability to share.” Luna cut off her blonde friend.

“And you think I can?”

“I think you’re able to better than her.”

Felicia was pacified by the compliment, trapped not wanting to be helpful but wanting to prove her superiority.

Everything Luna said was true, though it wasn't her full reasoning. Today was the space in between Maeve’s time as a guest on the date yesterday and her own time alone with him. So she’d tried to arrange for the older but less experienced woman to hear the perspectives and desires of her lovesick friends.

“So… what exactly should we talk about first?” Stella asked.

Felicia took over, wondering the same thing. “Is this a ‘what to do after the show’ talk, or a ‘what we’ve noticed he likes in bed’ talk?”

“Whatever. I’m not really part of this.” Luna shrugged. “I’ll only be talking if things get stilted or awkward.”

“I do think that plans for after the show are better saved for when more of us are here.” Maeve pointed out. She’d started to guide the conversation where Luna was hoping it’d go, though the Latina wasn’t sure if her lover knew that.

“So that leaves…” Stella turned pink.

“Only if you both are comfortable with that.” The therapist assured everyone. “But if that’s what we decide, may I have permission to use one of my TFs on you both? It is called intimate insights, and gives me visions similar to what I believe Genet has described of her own powers. If I choose to concentrate on one of you, I see your fantasies.” She brought out her phone, and showed the others the relevant member of her transformation list:

• Intimate Insights: Maeve is great at reading people under normal conditions. Maeve will gain a sense of the Master and her fellow contestants’ fantasies and fetishes. Helping them achieve these, whether through advice or participation, will bring her extreme pleasure. (Empathy)

“I, uh. Sure? That might be easier than if I was talking about them myself. Just maybe… ask before you describe something you’re seeing?”

“Of course.”

“As long as you don’t tell Dick.” Felicia stipulated.

“As you wish, but why not? Surely as your… you prefer the term boyfriend?” Seeing Felicia nod, Maeve continued. “Surely your boyfriend would be the most important person to be aware of what you wanted?”

“Don’t you understand how embarrassing that’d be? Either he'd panic when he heard everything and go ‘no, I can’t do that. I’m afraid to hurt you or do anything remotely interesting without magic or you dragging me along’ or he’d get all smug and hot while he actually decides to do all that stuff.”

“And are both of those equally bad?” The therapist pressed. “I can understand the rejection being upsetting, if unlikely. But why would him choosing to indulge you become a problem?”

“I, uh… shut up.” The blonde sputtered.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s- it’s fine. God. I’m sorry, I’m doing the thing with Ata again.”

“I am not hurt.” Maeve assured her. “Merely confused, and wishing to better understand why you find it so distressing for your own sake. You deserve to be more confident in your desires.”

“I am confident in my desires!”

“Enough to share them with who you love most?”

Felicia didn’t respond.

“May I look for the type of thing you’re worried about sharing with him?”

Felicia slowly nodded, and Maeve’s eyes went white.

She saw the blonde in a stone room much like the Stone Cottage’s bedroom. Her hands were chained to the wall. Her clothes were torn and turned into rags that covered bits of her, but revealed virtually everything important. She was on makeshift bedding, a clump of blankets and mismatched pillows under her. The focus of the fantasy expanded, and showed Maeve the cell door on the wall behind her viewpoint. This was a dungeon, like in the fantasy stories she and her friends played in. She was a prisoner, though possibly one of greater value if someone had thrown whatever pillows they could find in here.

Maeve watched the vision of Felicia as her prisoner self heard the lock on her cell being opened. The door creaked, and Richard entered. Though this was a Richard in literal shining armor, a knight with a scowl on his face.

“Princess. Your trial approaches with each passing day. Your witchcraft was seen by far too many eyes to evade justice, least of all mine. Would it not be better to confess, and so face your end with honor? It is not too late to redeem yourself in the eyes of the gods, this kingdom, and your noble father.”

The fantasy Felicia rose to her feet in an instant, stumbling over a pillow as she backed towards the wall. “I have nothing to confess, save my interest in medicine. I want to live, so I may use what knowledge my father rejects in service of the people. Any supposed confessions can only be taken by force.”

“If that is what it takes for you to give word of your deeds, then so be it.” Maeve watched as he strode towards the smaller girl, his armor fading with each step. By the time he pinned her against the wall the paladin was gone, Richard having shifted into a nude, snarling figure with an erect member and glistening muscles. Felicia must have studied those closely. Maeve thought, her own desires betraying her as they reminded her of how well the fantasy man’s arms matched what she saw last night.

As the vision continued and grew more aggressive, Maeve let it slip away. She looked across the table to the blonde out of concern. Taking Felicia’s hand, she asked: “Do you feel that you deserve to be hurt?”

Stella quietly scooted away from both of them.

“No? Of course not.”

“Is it more about a power differential?”

Felicia said nothing.

“May I continue my theory?”

The blonde grudgingly nodded.

“As we’ve discussed you’ve grown up with a need to compete, fight, and win. Do you think that the type of thing you just let me see could be born from a desire to not need to win all the time?”

“For the record, I have no idea what you saw.” Felicia tried to dodge the question.

"So if you were to assume I saw the average thing you would be prone to avoid sharing with him, is my second supposition true?”

“...Shut up.”

“I’m taking that as a yes then, unless you openly tell me otherwise. Would you consider telling Richard what inspires your fantasies, even if you don’t share the fantasies themselves?”

“Are you kidding?!” Felicia recoiled. “That’d be even worse than telling him about whatever gross shit you saw!”

“What I saw,” Maeve calmly reminded her, “was from your own mind, with your permission.”

“And?”

“If what I saw was representative, then I understand where you might have unease around telling him. But I still think that trying to explain the underlying motives would be for the best. Richard being unaware of what you want will not stop you from wanting it, and you may not have to work as hard with magic or ‘dragging him along’ to make him fulfill what you need if he knows what you’re looking for. He doesn’t necessarily need to know what specific roles you’ve imagined him in, only what you’re looking for from him. Richard wants to make you happy. Don’t let your insecurities get in his way.” Maeve tried to give the best advice she could while they were both dancing around any specifics in front of the others.

“God. Damn it, you’re probably right. I still don’t like it.”

“Besides,” Maeve leaned across the table as she licked her lips. “How seriously would it be a problem if he was too eager to fulfill your requests?”

Felicia went scarlet, pulling her hand away. The reclaimed hand started to reach for her horns, then her chest, then settled somewhere under the table. “Thank you. I don’t get why you’re helping me though. This is supposed to be a competition.”

“Outside of the challenges, there’s nothing forcing us to treat it as one. Luna and I both want the best for everyone, and to me that includes being comfortable with both him and their own needs. I’ve… struggled with the same sort of internal conflict recently.”

“Well thanks, I guess.”

“Of course.”

Luna suddenly moaned. At her clear embarrassment, everyone did their best to ignore it. It was harder to ignore the dozen or so little whimpers afterward, but Stella decided to help by speaking up for the first time in a while.

“Do you think you’d be able to use your insight thing to help with something I’ve been thinking about?” The pinkette asked.

“Sure. Is there anything you’d like to tell me before I look?”

Stella paused, then shook her head.

“I may have questions afterwards, then.” Maeve tried to concentrate again as she looked to the woman next to her, her eyes going white again.

The vision placed them in the Master’s bedroom. Richard was on the bed. Stella was not.

Their master was lying naked on his back, with a grey skinned woman on top of him. She looked like a facsimile of a gargoyle, sculpted with abs, large breasts, and jet black hair. She was riding Richard in the cowgirl position, gyrating her hips to make the man quiver.

Maeve tried to look for Stella, using what control she had over her transformation to pan around the room. As she let the perspective rotate, it became clear that Stella was nowhere to be found.

She did learn one thing, though. As she let the metaphorical camera shift closer to the bed, she saw that the gargoyle woman’s face bore a faint resemblance to Ava. Her brown eyes in particular made the rest of the similarities more clear, her other features distorted by both lust and the monstrous transformation.

Why is she here instead of Stella?

Maeve slipped out of the vision.

“Do you know what I saw?” Maeve asked the brown-haired woman

Stella shook her head. “Y-y-you can explain it if you want.”

“I saw him with another woman. I’m not going to share who, as I don’t think that’s either of our rights to share. But she had undergone some major physical transformation and had taken control of him."

Stella’s mouth formed an ‘O’ as she realized who it must have been.

“Do you have any reasons you’d already be aware of that you wouldn’t be present in your fantasy?” Maeve asked, again concerned about what she’d seen.

“Well, it kind of sounds bad to say… and I gave you a really intense one…”

“Does that mean you would have been present in something less intense?”

“Yeah?” Stella asked uncertainly.

Luna tried to focus through her own distractions and help her friend. “Stars, if you’re not comfortable with this we can stop. Maeve of all people wouldn’t try to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, I asked for her help.” Stella removed her cardigan. “I don’t think it’s something bad, it’s just a… shortcut for me I think?”

“A shortcut?” Maeve asked. She started reaching for Stella, but Luna intercepted her. The Latina wrapped her in a backwards hug that both constrained the therapist and helped suppress Cuddle Therapist. “Would you mind elaborating on that”

“Well-”

Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by a ding from Felicia’s phone. Then four more came before the blonde was able to open her notifications. “Shit. Ava’s upset about something. I need to go check on her, but y’all let me know if something’s on fire.” She quickly dumped her lunch tray and hustled out of the room.

“You were saying something about a shortcut?” Maeve tried to prompt Stella back.

“Right. I really like him. Like, I kind of might have confessed my love to him when we were on the beach together, sort of like him?” Her words came out all at once, like it’d been pushed down a flight of stairs. “I trust him. I definitely trust him and I know that I should trust him but even though I know I should trust him and I really want him to, the idea scares me a little.”

“Is it a cuckquean sort of thing?” Luna asked.

“No? I don’t think so. There’s things we’ve done together and other things I can imagine us doing together, but every time I imagine us going all the way I just hear his belt and-” She stopped, tugging at her sleeve.

“May I give you a hug?” Maeve asked. Stella nodded, and so after Luna let her go the therapist embraced Stella in a firm, supportive hug. She held the younger woman there as she felt her shoulder dampen.

“I thought I’d be better, after what Helena showed me. He’s gone. He never even touched me like that but… I don’t know why this keeps happening.”

“Healing isn’t instant. Just removing the source of trauma or knowing that it can’t hurt you rarely stops the trauma from presenting itself. That can take dedicated, disciplined work with a counselor. I can try to help you with it, but I want to warn you that it could take years to completely overcome your abuse, if it ever happens.

“As far as the sex, Richard would understand if you never wanted to go that far. Sex is a deeply intimate and personal act. I’m sure he cares about you and would respect your needs.”

“But I want to go that far.” Stella protested as she pulled herself out of the hug. “I want him to be my first and to do everything a couple would do, I just… hear his belt and…” She trailed off.

“Alright.” Maeve tried to think. “I guess I’d start off by giving the same advice I did for Felicia. Tell him what matters to you. Explain that you want him, but present the barriers that you’ve found. And if you decide to take that step, then my best suggestion would be to do what the contestant in my vision did and set the pace and tone yourself.”

“I’m scared…”

“Yes. That’s natural. You probably will be until it’s happened. But having the chance to set the tone will at least give you a sense of control. It can be entirely in your hands, if that’s what you need.”

“I can try to prep him for that talk a little, if you want.” Luna offered.

“Thank you both.”

Maeve nodded, feeling a warm stirring that she tried to ignore. Both Felicia and Stella would get what they wanted. Felicia could be the captured princess, the damsel in distress. Stella could take the place of the gargoyle-Ava. All three of them could be filled as they longed for.

The therapist turned to Luna. “And how about you?

“I’m fine, I’ve already got a great sex life with him. I can get what I want when I want. And trust me, the sex has been really great with him.” Luna’s eyes widened at that last part, like she hadn’t meant to let it come out.

“And what about your relationship with him?”

“I’m his best friend.” Luna shrugged. “We-” her breath hitched. “We’re best friends, and now we have really great sex. Literally magical sex. What more could I want?” The last part came out like a whine.

“Guys,” Stella warned. “I think you should look at me.”

Maeve ignored her “Is that really all you want your relationship with him to be?”

“Yes!”

“Last night you told him that he was the one I could be serious with, and that you’d be there for me the rest of the time. What did you mean?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Luna tried to dismiss the question.

Maeve’s eyes went white for the third time.

Luna was harder to use insights on. Her thoughts seemed to drift more, and as Maeve had seen last time, her lover’s tastes were less unified than most people’s. Intimate insights couldn’t just select one fantasy for her, and so Maeve found herself at the banks of a coursing river. Show me something she wants from him.

The vision placed her in the Master’s bedroom, as the two were having sex. Raucous, intense sex. She watched him cum, shooting his seed into the Latina, and then kept going like nothing had happened. She kept moaning, quivering with each of his thrusts. She-

The scene changed. They were in the Pomegranate Suite, and now she was riding him. He pulled her closer and-

The scene changed. They were in his office. Both of them were in his chair, rutting into each other as-

The scene changed. They were back in his bedroom. But Maeve could see herself there with them, like last night. She was riding Luna’s face while Richard rutted into her. In the real world, Maeve could feel herself growing wet.

The scene changed. Luna was on top of her, both women grinding against each other. Richard was standing next to the bed, fingering them both as he decided which of them to enter first.

“Guys, be careful! You need to snap out of it and look at me!” She heard Stella warn.

The scene changed. It wasn’t Maeve riding Luna’s face anymore but Stella. Maeve and Richard were-

The scene changed. All four of them were in a tangle of limbs and plump flesh. Someone moaned, and it was impossible to tell who. Fingers were exploring, hips were thrusting. Someone was-

Someone grabbed her shoulder, and the river of fantasies slipped away. But Maeve still felt like her head was swimming, overcome in a haze of lust. Stella. She’s the one Luna had named as who she’d want if there were no consequences.

Next to her, Luna had a similar hazy look as she stared back at who she’d plotted to help develop the fantasies of.

“She’s still on your mind then?” Maeve asked.

“Huh?”

“Stella. You had interest in her during our Q&A. You couldn’t stop your fantasies from reaching out to her.”

“This is…” Luna looked over to Stella uncertainty, her chest heaving with a need she was trying to ignore. “This is Mores, isn’t it?”

“What’s that?” Stella asked in confusion.

Luna made eye contact with her friend and tried to concentrate. “Mores and Fuckways. It was a TF I bought for her because of her anxiety. It gives her a kink for things that are taboo, or in violation of social norms. She was hesitant about it because she was worried it’d do too much to control her.”

“And it might be.” Maeve quietly agreed. “But even with it controlling me, I’m free. Now you’re the one trying to hold yourself back. It’s not like you even have to do anything wrong to indulge yourself. There’s nothing wrong with looking, is there?”

Stella was watching Luna’s gaze waver.

From her eyes, to Maeve, then to her chest before coming back to Maeve. Her best friend was flush, overcome with whatever lustful thoughts she’d been trying to ignore for the past two years.

“You can just watch, if that’s what you're comfortable with. Watch her as Richard lets her dreams come true. And while that’s happening, the two of us can take things seriously.” In the last three words, Maeve slipped her hand under the back of Luna’s shirt.

A dam broke with that touch. Luna climbed onto Maeve’s lap, spreading her legs to grind on Maeve’s skirt. Maeve began whimpering as Luna took her top off and all of the Latina’s own clothes melted away in the middle of the Dining Hall. Then Stella watched as the two began kissing, their moans filling the dining hall as they groped each other.

In a panic, the brunette fled. Her cardigan was left abandoned next to the lovers as she burst out of the room.

***

“Take another deep breath.” Felicia reminded her. She’d found the two of them in the Pomegranate Cottage, Ava playing video games while Felicia sat on the bed next to her.

Stella tried to obey, following along as the doctor modeled the stabilizing breath. “I… I know it’s my fault with my TF, but I didn’t like how she was talking about me at the end there.”

“It’s not your fault. You can’t control your transformation.”

“Technically, she can.” Ava pointed out. “It’s based on a combination of eye contact and physical presence, right?”

“You’re not helping.” Felicia tried to cut her off.

“Wait, I want to hear her out.”

“Well, you can always try upgrading it, it worked for the other one you didn’t like.” Ava suggested. “And if you don’t upgrade it, you can still control its trigger. Tell the others: ‘I need you to look at me’ and explain why, so it's actually a concern on their minds. And if they’re doing something where they can’t look at you, maybe experiment with being present but impossible to see to find out how that affects people?”

Stella nodded.

Felicia had another point. “And as much as it sucks what she did… it may not be entirely Maeve’s fault either. Hearth Warmer is intense, like unbelievably so. When I got swept up in it I was so horny even Aubrey grabbing my horns was enough to get me off. When Maeve is back to normal she’s probably going to feel terrible, and will probably want to apologize to you as soon as she can. We’re both friends with her, so it wouldn’t hurt to hear her out.”

“But you don’t have to accept her apology if you don’t want to.” Ava reminded.

“Thank you, both of you. S-should I go somewhere else then, just so you guys don’t get affected by Hearth Warmer again?”

Ava shrugged. “I’m pretty resistant. I took it for four hours yesterday, and I barely felt any more horny than Felicia does normally”

The blonde elbowed her, and in response the gym rat gave her a teasing noogie that was careful to avoid her horns.

“Hey, knock it off!” Ava released her, and Felicia tried to offer her own assurances. “If either of you notice me acting funny, just tell me and I’ll work it off in the bathtub. I need to milk myself later anyways.”

“That… every time things start to feel normal...” Stella quietly commented.

“It’s weird, everything is a little. But just pick somewhere to sit.” Ava told her. “No matter what anyone else does, the three of us will always have each other like in the beginning.”

Stella nodded before sitting next to the athlete, and Ava unpaused the game.