The fairly bitchy-one

{if rabbitfriend3=1}{else}Ryan knew that his friends had a way of riling him up deep down, but he still needed something familiar to cling to and to put fresh topics in his mind; anything to stop himself from thinking about anyone or at worst, himself. He'd long figured by now, that the only thing strange he had gotten recently was an amulet apparently lent to him, but the thought of dropping it anywhere gave him an intense fear in his heart, and if he himself were to gift it away, both outcomes would have him think of himself as a sucker to give away such transcendental power; potentially like some sort of hard-candy-golem that would be at risk of being annihilated by this world's insects within a week.

Perhaps the fate of a previous user or two that vanished.

Ryan thought of his friend that was now causing him to suffer from being scared of his own thoughts 'that fat piggy bastard....'. He just shrugged off his grudge before checking his PC stashed in his bag and entering the private Karaoke lounge the girls were meeting him in.

Rachel was the first to greet him with a beaming smile, teasing the two others by giddily joking "See, I told you that he'd be 10-minutes late; remember the bet you both so owe me later", already starting the night by betting over something so minor. She slid close to Ryan with a deceptive look and immediately passed him the microphone; goading him to go first and feeling some anticipation linking it to more bets she had.

"S-sure, can I just get some work done when it isn't my turn" He proposed, trying to set up his PC in a place that could power it.

"No! We're here to have fun, so no work; maybe fish around online if anyone around is DTF though" Monica interjected, not seeing Ryan as a free spirit.

"Fuck, you're a spineless wagie every hour of the fucking day? Think that demon boss of yours is going to use you as more than a dog? fuck-no!" Chelsea took the easy opportunity to insult and deride.

Rachel had them pause in contemplation, posing the wager "Sure, but only if you sing this first and get a better score than me.", putting the Karoke machine onto 'Fairy queen by Tami Stronach'; an extremely girly song that brought up even more of the fantasy that Ryan was long since sick of himself for stewing in.

He grabbed the mic and gulped in acceptance.

"If I could be a fairy queen~...." Ryan started, deep down thanking that he wouldn't be thinking much if he was singing.

"...reveal the hidden secrets of the mind~" Yet the girls' eyes trained on him in amusement was interrupting his focus, briefly grabbing at his thoughts between words.

"...see the darkest blue the mystery that's part of you~" Chelsea's eyes were obviously mocking Ryan for begging this low, Monica just thought it was funny for a guy to be doing this, and Rachel smirked, confident in her bets.

"....I could hear what words don't tell~" Their looks showed just how bitchy each of them were, Chelsea the most up front and obnoxious, Monica being overly free and careless, and Monica focused mostly on herself yet acting subtly; being only fairly bitchy in most circumstances.

Ryan rushed to finish the song with his cheeks burning and the machine failing to pick up half the lyrics he mumbled over "....I'd take a walk behind the scene - Where the puppet acting plays that never ends - I'd p-p-pull their strings to set them free - They'd play their parts most perfectly~". He was huffing in embarrassment and focusing on Rachel at the song's end, trying to focus his attention squarely on the lyrics, yet being pulled off guard by her look of victory.

His mind and voice worked together, saying "Fair queen!!(3x)", and likewise the world flickered as he got a pitiful score of a 40% failure. In his heart he seethed in despair adding ' no fuck please, oh not a fuckin' fairy, or at least not another monarch or some other royal' {endif}

{if rabbitfriend3=1} "You think I'm in the mood to make bet with a dumb-ba!-" Ryan ranted embarrassed to be caught with his pants down, yet barely stopped himself from leaving a less than flattering approximation for his most relatively mild friend.

Rachel just shot him a glib smile, "I bet you could be" she winked. "You me go check out this place's karaoke room; winner gets to keep your girlfriend out of this"

The color drain out of his face and he followed her to the bar's side room, secretly texting the girls to pile inside next to her.

Distracted by the presence of changes he made within the room, Ryan unfortunately failed to Rachael immediately.

"This isn't fucking fair!" He shouted to her victorious face.

"oh don't set all my bets fair/ you agreed to the terms" she argued with a widely stretching smile from her sarcasm.

"Fair!-fair!?- Sure you're the queen of fair; the greatest old fairy queen of fair!" He ranted more forcefully and overtly for his mind to process. The truth was he was still hung up on his girl, and didn't want any of the infidelity to get in the way, also he felt her wounding towards take shape in his mind at the same time.{endif}

"Womp-Womp, that was a try, I suppose, but let's think about what I've getting when I beat you. {if rabbitfriend3=1} The winner gets to decide if this is secret{else}You wanted a couple hours of 'work' {endif}right?" she teased, setting a small tiara down and picking up the limply dropped mic.

{if rabbitfriend3=1} In a brutal encour, she played again to over state her victory.{endif}

Her voice was utterly magical, it somehow didn't even take her less than a quarter of the song to have beaten his score through point bonuses, then go to the punishment/ reward phase of the bet; her hand seizing his cock under the table as a plaything.

Ryan looked at his (perhaps previously) sluttiest friend for any help out of this trend; she just gave him a thumbs up, and Chelsea gritted her teeth to have Ryan get any pleasure for being a failure{if horsefriend2=1} not be from herself{endif}; the pair quietly whispered "we gave Rachel our names for the room", implying Fae trickery and bets kept them staying as opposed to at least giving him privacy.

When he was hard enough, Rachel revealed her fat pantyless ass under her skirt and sunk herself down on his lap. Her magical tightness gripped him roughly, only making her high notes higher as her walls rippled to the beat, as she slid herself down balls deep. The way her fat ass clapped and her skirt blew upward at her descent was some how more awe inspiring than her small wings fluttering about sending magical sparks around like glittering constellations.

The dim room was suddenly lit beautifully, nearby reflections on the room's reflective wall mirrors showed Rachel secretly drooling as she sang, her face and chest blushing redder at her every bounce; each of which nearly shaking her tits out of her tight tube top. Ryan tried to meet her with his own thrusts, but was far too mesmerized as her cunt took him with grace and speed.

She only got faster the deeper into the song she went, even starting to shake her ass more teasingly enough to signal for gropes onto such soft mounds of thickness. Even in his grip, her ass became a blur as she repeated the last lines 'fairy-queen'; yet at the very end crashed herself down on him; shaking as she finished the last high-note and her upper half folded onto the table. Such a tight cunt trembling at a peak like that, after a fucking as she was, had more than milked Ryan's load out, which was filling her snatch and left dripping down her thighs.

Rachel slid back to her seat, noting a score of 95%; limited a bit from sexual disruptions. Monica was the first to cheer in pure amazement at the song and the sex. {if horsefriend2=1}Chelsea neighed in jealousy at his performance{else}Chelsea was quick to mock the bet's loser, who even failed at being any significant dead-weight when he could've been more disruptive during Rachel's try.{endif}