May As Well Go Along

"What's the plan then?" you ask.

With a giggle of enjoyment, Selena goes digging through the materials on her bed again. After a few moments of rooting about, she manages to extract a small wooden game board and two decks of cards. The board, based on the design of the magic circle painted in the middle, looks to be designed for a smaller scale version of Summoning Battle. "You mentioned Artie played," you say, "You too?"

"A little," Selena admits, placing the board down on the cleared off coffee table, "but I'm not too good at it... which we can use!"

At your indication via raised eyebrows that she should continue, she adds, "Well, I DO want to get better, so maybe SOMEONE could coach me while playing against you and if we sweeten the stakes for winning and losing that might get some lips to loosen..."

You think you have the idea of where she is going with this... and while it is a flawed plan (especially if Artie decides to just "nope" out of the whole thing) you have not been able to think of anything better so far. "Sure," you reply, I'll roll with it."

Selena lets out a happy squeal and rushes over to hug you which feels quite nice and warm... except for the part where the top of her head bonks against the butt of your chin, making you momentarily see stars. You hear her let out a soft "owie" but she does not let go and soon enough you can focus again on her deceptively shapely body pressing against your own. "Thank you so much for being willing to do this for Mana and Artie," she says as she nuzzles her cheek against your chest.

A smirk comes to your lips as you wrap your arms around her and then goose both her butt cheeks with your hands. She squeaks in surprise and looks up into your eyes as you gaze back and reply, "Hey, if this works I get to pop your cherry too. So it's not like I'm being TOTALLY noble here."

Selena lightly shakes her head. "Most guys I've known would just try to find ways to break my or Mana's curse on its own," she sighs, "Or try to find some way to get both of us by themselves. And if that worked, I'D be okay with it but... y'know... I want it to be special for BOTH of us."

"And not many guys are that considerate when the prospect of their own dick getting wet is on the line?" you ask.

She chuckles before resting her cheek on your chest again, almost as if the two of you were slow dancing to music audible only to yourselves. Though it is still a bit of a lewd slow dance, given your hands are still on her ass and unconsciously follow the lifelines there with the occasional stroke and squeeze. "I..." Selena hesitantly states before letting out a soft purr at a particularly well placed brush of your forefinger, "I... I think... I... cangiveyouablowjob!"

You are startled out of the moment by how quickly she spews that last part out and you look down at her again in surprise. Her cheeks are deeply crimson and she takes a step back from you, breaking your grip on her hindquarters, as she babbles, "Well I mean, I still gotta put things in my mouth to eat and stuff and I actually swallowed a hot dog whole once on a bet and nothing happened so maybe... I..."

Her pace slows down as she looks away from you, once more playing with one of her pony tails with her hand. "It's just... you convinced your friends to pitch in and you're willing to go along with my stupid plan so it feels like you should get SOMETHING for it all..."

A chuckle escapes your lips as you place your hands on her shoulders, lean in, and give her a brief kiss on the lips. "Only if you really want to," you reply.

Selena hums at the kiss but she still seems to be having trouble looking at you. "I do... kinda... maybe..." she says in a tone of voice that doubts her own answer as she places a hand on your chest and rubs her fingertips over your right peck, "I mean... I could try..."

"How about this?" you suggest, "If the plan doesn't work, I'll take a rain-check on that offer for another time. If it does... well... there's a good chance you might end up doing it as a part of the festivities anyway."

The blonde in your arms gives you a shy smile, still blushing lightly. "Deal."

Briefly looking over your shoulder at the jacket on the wall, you add, "Though thinking about it, maybe we should make sure we're in a place with cushions or something. If you're wrong I'm not sure your room needs another new coat hanger."

Selena snorts before breaking out in laughter, stopping only when she leans in to kiss you again. Your tongues slowly stroke each other as she melts into your arms once again, your hands staying north of the border this time as you make out. Suddenly, she breaks the kiss and looks at you with wide eyes. "Snacks!" she exclaims.

"Wha--?"

"We usually have snacks when we're studying!" Selena adds frantically as she once again pushes you away, "And it was my turn to get them! I gotta hit up the Snack Shop! It's only a few buildings over so I'll be RIGHT BACK!"

Before you can either object or encourage her, Selena dashes out the door, leaving you alone.

You shake your head, chuckling to yourself before flopping down onto the couch. You cannot go out into the hall, since Professor Dove has not indicated it is okay yet, so you are left to yourself and your thoughts. Though it is not too long before you are surprised by a soft, hesitant knock at the door and a stuttering voice calling out your name.

Blinking in surprise, you stand up and open said door to see a familiar, emaciated figure standing there. "Artie? Where's Mana? Selena said she'd be walking back with you."

"S-Se-Selena b-b-b-bumped into u-u-us on the w-w-w-way," the smaller Pegasus boy explains, examining his own shoes nervously, "A-And M-M-Mana decided to go w-w-w-with her f-f-for a s-s-snack run. S-Said w-w-we could h-h-have a l-l-l-l-little guy talk t-t-t-t-time."

While this is not your room, Artie IS an intended guest, so you step aside to let him enter. He does so and makes his way to the coffee table, sitting down cross-legged next to it on the floor. You stop yourself from suggesting he sit on the couch since, again, it is not yours, but the fact that Artie defaults to sitting on the floor instead of making himself more comfortable makes you feel oddly sad inside.

You sit down on the opposite end of the coffee table and consider your options for starting a conversation. It could be Summoning Battle (since the board is RIGHT THERE on the table between you), asking more about his relationship with Selena and Mana (maybe to get him more in the mood to talk about his potential feelings for her before the plan goes into action), or just try to learn more about him in general.