A transplant

As you choose how to proceed, two emotions dominate.

The first is curiosity. The second, in smaller degree, is jealousy (but only a little, you swear).

Now, you've had your share of crushes, and false starts, and heartbreak. You're far from some asocial, kissless shmuck with no game. But Sully and Indigo? Man. Their relationship has been nothing but intense. Breakups and makeups, blowups and lovemaking and confessions.

What is it even like to be in a relationship like that? To feel that way about another human being? To have somebody as hot and wonderful feel that way about you, in even the slightest degree?

But you don't need to wonder anymore, do you? With the power you wield, what's stopping you from finding out firsthand? Even if just for a day, you could step into Sully's shoes... and maybe even sneak a peek under Indigo's dress, and a whole lot more besides, while you're at it.

You stiffen at the thought - and like that, your choice is made for you.

You rise. “Both of you stand," you say, motioning them to move like a conductor preparing his orchestra.

The pair stand as directed.

You assume an officious air and address Sully. “The main problem is that you and Indigo aren’t that good a match. Your commitment, your attraction, that’s all working fine as far as I can tell," you say. "Basically we’re looking at a relationship with a pair of bad kidneys. Fortunately, we can fix that with a transplant.”

Sully nods intelligently as if he understands anything you're saying. "That's good, right?"

Indy purses her lips, wary. “A transplant?”

You turn to her. “Indigo. Would you say that Sully's the reason you don’t want the relationship to continue?”

Sully grows nervous. “Hey buddy, what are you talking about?”

“Well. In a sense, yes,” says Indigo. “But if the relationship had someone else in it besides us, we would be having a totally different conversation right now. If it was 'us' having the conversation at all.”

You bow your head, pretending to consider her answer with care. Then, at once, you snap back up and clap your hands. “That's it. I have an idea for a donor. First, though, we need to get messy. Both of you will need to undress.”

The request scandalizes Indy. “What? Why?”

Sully rejects the notion, throwing his hands up. “I’m not stripping in front of you, Chase. We’re not that kind of friends!"

You give a long-suffering sigh. “I can’t very well perform surgery on my relationship with your clothes in the way, now can I?”

Indy narrows her eyes at you. “Can't or won't?”

“The same reason most surgeons won't operate on a clothed patient,” you explain, evading her gaze and inventing an explanation that doesn't include the phrase smooth, supple body. “The parts I need to get at are underneath your clothes.”

Indigo remains uncomfortable but hesitantly assents. “Do we need to undress completely, or…”

“Completely.” You take the moment to look over Indy again, head to toe.

Her face - intelligent eyes, high cheekbones, soft cheeks, and hair, short-cropped; her expression one of indecision. Her complexion is like fresh-ground coffee. And Indigo's agile, lissome build - narrowed waist, and toned limbs from countless hours spent practicing and performing cheers.

And soon, you'll know exactly how Sully feels when he gets to run his hands all over her.

Indigo kicks off her shoes and unzips her little black dress. Unenthusiastically, she begins shimmying out of it.

Sully finally blows a gasket. He marches up to you, fist in your face, blocking the best part of the show. “Dude! You can’t use our relationship for this!”

You don't flinch, your power filling you with vile, intoxicating confidence. “Do you want what you have with Indigo to die, or do you want it to live? Those are your options. If you don’t care what happens to it, walk out. If you do, you best start stripping.”

Sully withers beneath your glare. He scowls nastily at you, but you've already defeated him in his mind. All his anger and hostility deflate from him, leaving him weak. With no other recourse, Sully reluctantly pulls his shirt over his head and begins unbuckling his belt.

You stand back and observe - Indy, not Sully, that is. In seconds, your friends both stand in front of you, naked.

Indigo is a sight to behold. She covers her breasts with one arm and tucks her other hand between her dark thighs. Her eyes shift anywhere other than your face. But nothing she can do can hide her graceful, feminine figure, or the vast expanse of exposed skin.

Her unmistakably female hips. Her long, supple legs. Her perfectly rounded, cute shoulders. Her rich, smooth skin. How does it taste, you wonder?

Sully loudly clears his throat. "Now what?" Covering his own parts, he glares petulantly at you, like a child **** to eat vegetables. He has broad shoulders and a predominant chest. Powerful muscles on a built frame from years of high school football. The man could crush you like a grape if he tried, but it'll never come to that. He loves Indy too much to try.

Even if he did, you're the one with the power here, not him. Not anymore.

With a sharp grin, excited at the prospect of getting Indy to yourself, you step in close. The couple flinches at the sudden invasion of their personal space. “Don't look at me, I need you to look at each other," you say. Without asking permission, you take Sully's shoulder with one hand and Indy's with the other and turn them inwards.

They go stiff at your touch, but end up doing as you ask.

“Now," you announce, "drop your arms, and take in the sight of your partner.”

“Is this really necessary?” asks Indigo, **** not to expose herself even more than she already is.

“Would I ask if it wasn't?"

"I don't know. Would you?" asks Sully, with a scowl. The conflict makes Indigo tighten her arms around herself.

You don't rise to the bait. Soon, what Sully has will be yours. You can be patient. “The sooner you as I say, the sooner we save this relationship."

Sullivan, seeing Indy’s anguish, clenches his jaw and does the chivalrous thing by going first. He drops his arms to his sides. You instantly see one reason why he was so **** - despite the situation, Sully sports a rapidly swelling semi. Given he has his hot cheerleader girlfriend stripped and exposed right in front of him, it makes sense.

“Just do what he says,” Sully tells his girlfriend, in a calm, even tone totally at odds with the anger simmering in his eyes. “I promise it’ll be over soon.”

"That's what I'm worried about," says Indy, anxiously glancing at you. Determining there's no hope that you'll look anywhere other than at her. She sucks in a deep breath and, all at once, uncovers her body and forces her arms straight to her sides.

You soak in the sight. Indigo's perfectly teardrop-shaped breasts, smaller but sexier than you expected, are bare and capped with deep black nipples. What you would do with those... Mmnh.

Sully, that son of a bitch, to think he's been keeping Indy all to himself, all this time.

“Quit creeping on my girl, Chase!" warns your best friend, the muscles in his neck straining. "If you don't start this transplant, or whatever, in the next five seconds, I don't give a damn, I'm laying you out."

Indy actually appears to appreciate him leaping to her defense, which makes you a little mad yourself. "Hey. Watch Indy, not me, idiot," you say, pointing Sully to her. "You know what you're supposed to do. You're the one holding this up. Now, look at her. Check her out."

Gradually the situation cools off, and Sully and Indigo try to fix their gazes on one another’s bare bodies.

“Let yourselves feel your attraction to each other. Really think about what you like about each other’s bodies," you say, coaching them on what they need to do. "Let yourselves feel it. Go on. This is the critical point.”

Their eyes roam over one another. You leave them at it for a few minutes. Over time, their focus on each other’s bodies and mutual state of undress has the predictable effect for a couple as physically active and attracted to one another as Sully and Indy plainly are.

Sully grows hard as a rock. Indy’s expression grows less composed, and her nipples thicken and erect.

"Now, let those feelings fill you up," you say. "Touch each other."

They both look at you in shock.

"It's my relationship," you remind them, "so I can decide when and how you express it, correct? Even sexually?"

Sully grumbles unhappily, but Indy is more reasonable. "No, that makes sense," she says.

"Then it's time to get sexual," you say. "I need every feeling you have for each other - physical or otherwise - right on the surface if this is going to work"

To your surprise, it's Indy who moves first. She eliminates the space between herself and Sully, pulling him into a deep kiss. One hand goes to his shoulder the other grips his cock. Sully groans in unanticipated pleasure and reaches around to grope Indy's ass, pulling her bodily to himself. Once he's got Indy flush against him, he mauls one of her tits with his hand as they continue kissing.

"God you're hot," mumbles Sully. "How can you tell me you don't want this?"

"It's not that simple, baby," Indy manages when she's not pushing her tongue down Sully's throat.

"I don't care what you say. I love you."

The two continue going at it, hot and heavy, but at your direction, no further. You let them run hot for a few minutes just to be sure you're not letting one ounce of passion go unrealized.

Your eagerness and arousal build. Man - what is going through Sully's head right now? To be so distracted by Indy? She's hot, yeah, but is she that hot in his eyes?

Far after the couple's become more interested in each other than the planned procedure, you act. “Everything you two feel toward one another right now, at this moment, I claim,” you declare. “Indigo, that includes your overall attraction to Sully. And Sully, that includes your overall attraction to Indy.”

Indy jumps out of Sully's embrace as if shocked. “Oh!”

Sully's left deprived and wanting, and looks over at you with dumb surprise on his face. “Huh?”

This is the moment. Can you do this? Better to act than think. You want to know how it feels to be in love. To be crazy about a girl worth being crazy about, rather than an unobtainable friend, fictional waifu, or famous chick.

“All of Sully’s feelings for Indy that I just claimed... I now take them away and add them to mine!"