Models: Korra Del Rio & Kate Zoha
The cabin looked like something out of a fairytale. With the front face bathed in warm noon sunlight the rest of the building sat under the shadow of the emerald forest canopy, walls thick with ivy while dense bushes clustered around the foundations like a verdant fur scarf around a 50s socialite’s neck. It was almost as if the building was bashful, peeking out shyly from the foliage but ready to retreat at any moment.
The impression was so strong that both Keira and Kacie trod carefully as they ascended onto the front decking so as not to frighten the cabin away.
‘Liam never mentioned this place,’ Keira said, running her hand along the smooth wooden railing. ‘Do you think it even belongs to the manor? Maybe we wandered off the grounds.’
Kacie shook her head. Backlit by sunlight the motion caused her auburn her to glow bright orange. ‘I doubt it. I’m pretty sure there’s nothing else in these woods for like a hundred miles. Maybe since we’re such a big group the owners just never mentioned it. They probably assumed we’d all be staying in the manor itself.’
Keira tried the door handle: unlocked. ‘Well then, it can’t hurt to take a look around, can it? We’ve got a whole week here and you know there’s gonna be an argument at some point. I for one wouldn’t mind somewhere to get away from the drama if that happens.’
Without waiting for an answer, Keira vanished inside, her long blonde plait streaking after her like the tail of a shooting star.
Kacie was straight after her. For one thing she was grateful for the chance of a break from the pulsing midday sun. But more importantly she had no intention of giving her friend any fuel with which to make snide remarks at her, and they’d been friends long enough for Kacie to know that staying outside while Keira went exploring would undoubtedly get her branded a chicken for at least the next month.
To call Kacie and Keira rivals would have been going too far. Unlike Chrissy and Jacques who were always trying to prove themselves superior to one another, Kacie and Keira shared a more restrained friendship. Both women took their hobby more seriously than many other members of the group and that dedication had fostered a mutual respect. At the same time, that respect was a mix of equal parts admiration and scrutiny; while they were eager to compliment one another on the impressive outfits they produced, they would also constantly be studying each garment for features they could add to their own future projects to make them bigger and better and more stunning. When combined with the fact that both women were always eager to dish out a little sarcastic banter at their friend’s expense, it wasn’t unusual for them to wind up in heated yet good-natured debates, which had led most of the group to laugh that they argued like an old married couple.
So far today they had managed to limit themselves to just the one argument: stick with the hiking group or go exploring by themselves. In the end Keira’s eagerness for the latter had won out and they had split off from the others a few hours earlier.
‘Well they definitely weren’t expecting visitors,’ Keira said, shrugging off her rucksack by the door.
Dropping her own bag beside it, Kacie could only agree. The cabin was more modern inside than the rustic exterior suggested, all white walls and glossy laminate flooring. But the furniture was hidden beneath clinical dustsheets while the lampshades had been removed from the wall lights to leave only the bare bulbs. Unlike the manor, which was rich with houseplants and wall-art, there was little décor.
But the space wasn’t entirely devoid of character.
‘Hey, check this out,’ Kacie said.
One wall was less a wall and more a giant, open display cabinet. Like an enormous wooden wine rack, the entire wall was formed of open-faced cubes aligned in a grid that reached from floor to ceiling. And within each one stood a sculpted figurine. Universally female, the little statuettes were no bigger than action figures, though they were gorgeously crafted with an exquisite attention to detail. The variety on show was equally impressive. While some were clearly part of matching sets, the overall collection included everything from elegant women in sweeping ballgowns to hypersexualised bimbos in string bikinis. There was even a naked submissive in cuffs and blindfold, a spider gag parting her lips.
‘Quite the collection,’ Keira mused, picking up one of the figurines. It was impressively lifelike, from the blonde highlights streaking through the dark hair, to the tiny gemstones studding the neon orange fishnet bra and high-waisted shorts hugging the sensual figure.
‘There’s no accounting for taste,’ Kacie added, lips pursed in obvious disapproval at the figure in her own hands. Wavy strawberry blonde hair brushed delicate shoulders, while the outfit was identical to that of Keira’s figurine except for the garish yellow colour. It certainly wasn’t the kind of figure she’d have on display.
As she placed her figurine back on its plinth, Kacie was sure it felt a little warmer than when she’d picked it up, the wood seemingly blossoming a soft heat through her palm. Odder still, that warmth remained even as she turned to follow Keira, who had sauntered off into the bedroom.
But all thought of the strange heat vanished as Kacie entered to find her friend braced against the headboard.
‘Is it just me, or is it really hot in here?’ Keira panted, her brow slick with sweat.
Hurrying over, Kacie was about to comfort her friend when Keira abruptly rose up, seized her by the wrists and pinned her against the wall.
‘What the fuck, Keira? What are you doing?’ Even as she spoke she could feel herself heating up, perspiration soon gleaming on her skin as if she was stood next to a furnace. Her thoughts were suddenly fuzzy, though she was lucid enough to understand that the heat was born of arousal, not temperature.
‘I… I’m sorry… I can’t think straight,’ Keira was saying, her body pressing up against Kacie’s. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m just so, so…’
‘Horny,’ Kacie finished for her. The closeness of their bodies was making her insides squirm.
‘Yes,’ Keira breathed. ‘I need… I need…’ She paused for a long moment. ‘I need this,’ she said at last, before abruptly closing the gap between them and kissing Kacie with a sensual moan.
The moment their lips touched the strange heat swept through them, washing away all rational thought and infusing every fibre of their bodies with overwhelming desire. Skin hot, insides churning and all concern over what was happening to them simply gone, the squirming women ground against one another as the wet sounds of their sparring lips danced through the bare room.
Kacie desperately craved the chance to grope her friend – to seize her tits and ass and thighs, to hear her groan with pleasure. But with her wrists still pinned to the wall she could only push her body forward while simultaneously looping one leg around Keira’s waist to pull her in closer.
Even lost in her own arousal she could sense the changes overcoming her body. But so long as the pleasure continued, the thought of transformation didn’t bother her in the slightest – especially because, deep down, she already knew who she was becoming.
Kacie’s suspicions were confirmed when the first streaks of hair – cast across her face by their frantic kissing – began paling from flaming orange to strawberry blonde. Fresh waves swirled through, reducing the overall length of her usually straight locks by several inches and settling into a playful bob.
Then, as if the floodgates had been opened, the rest of her body succumbed to erotic reformation.
From the outside, it looked like Kacie was being crushed. Dropping almost a foot in height in a matter of seconds, the orgasmic sensation was compounded by the heat of Keira’s lips following her descent, her agile tongue probing ever deeper as Kacie shrank down to her level. At the same time Kacie’s impressive rack rapidly deflated, her hefty tits regressing into miniature breasts that left her shirt suddenly baggy, but which came with the benefit of allowing her lover to press even closer against her. Elsewhere the same shrinkage was ravaging the rest of her body, her existing curves slimming to leave her lean and nubile – albeit with a plump, jiggling ass, which was the only feature that lost none of its original size.
Even as Keira’s lips crushed against her own, Kacie could feel her face shifting, softening, her aquiline features rounding into a cute yet impish appearance that sat somewhere between girl-next-door and manic pixie dream girl. Her moans changed too, rising by a few notes from her ordinarily sensual lilt into more strident cries undercut by notes of depraved giddiness.
Yet despite the euphoria of her physical transformation, perhaps the most erotic change was to her outfit. With her t-shirt and jeans now vastly too large, the manor’s magic reworked them into exactly the attire Kacie had been expecting. The neon yellow fishnet embraced the contours of her body from knee to navel, while the matching bra played over her sensitive nipples with even the slightest movement. The thin mesh was so sheer she might as well have been completely naked. As a result, there was nothing to block the ecstatic kiss of Keira’s skin on her own as their bodies pressed together.
Of course, that skin-to-skin contact was only possible because Keira’s clothes had likewise reformed. Though her fishnets ended halfway down her thighs, the bright orange mesh was just as thin and just as revealing. And what they revealed was a body transformed beyond recognition.
Her tight plait had both unravelled and darkened almost immediately, almost entirely infused with a deep brown bordering on black that brushed her nape and upper shoulders. While some blonde still remained at the tips to give her new hairstyle an ombre effect, that was certainly the only feature of her former appearance that had lasted through the transformation.
In contrast to her friend, Keira’s once flat chest had inflated by several cup sizes, her new rack stretching the fishnet bra and throbbing with arousal as they pressed against Kacie’s chest. Though she had always been a fitness fanatic her physique was now more toned than ever, with the ghost of abs across her midriff and a more defined strength in her limbs marking her out as the more athletic of the duo. Yet all that underlying strength was wrapped in smooth, supple skin and sweeping curves that collectively gave her the distinct air of a tigress: muscle and power lurking beneath hypnotic beauty.
Her facial features no longer bore any semblance to the woman she had been before. Cheekbones higher, nose narrower, perfectly trimmed brows arcing over eyes decorated with rosy shadow and sharp eyeliner, she was perfectly made up with blushed cheeks that were bright with highlighter and lips painted in sultry pink lipstick.
The new Keira was nothing short of seduction personified. Somehow despite – or perhaps because of – her skimpy attire she was more stunning than a princess in full royal regalia. Then again, there was no denying the aura of shameless depravity she exuded like an erotic perfume. Even her sleek earrings composed of strips of twinkling gems couldn’t mask the lust written into every line of her fiendishly fuckable figure.
By the time the manor’s magic started to wane, both women were the very image of the model figures they had been holding mere moments before. However, there were still one or two final changes to be made, all of which came in a sudden climax.
Kacie and Keira gave a united gasp as their groins flared with pleasure. In the same moment they felt their minds ripple like placid pools disturbed by hurled stones.
As the ripples spread Kacie felt her mind being carried away with them. In those last few seconds the wall of figurines appeared in her mind’s eye and she found herself struck by a whimsical thought: think how many other bodies there are to try.
Then the ripples were gone, the mental lake was smooth, and Kacie wasn’t Kacie anymore.
Not that Kate had any recollection of ever being Kacie in the first place, of course. Besides, even if any echoes of her old self were still lingering in her subconscious, she didn’t get the chance to dwell on them as familiar hands closed over her neck and ass simultaneously.
‘Mmmmh, what do we have here?’ Korra’s voice was close in her ear, the hunger in her words setting Kate’s insides squirming. ‘You never told me you packed this little number.’
Her own hand rising to clasp Korra’s, Kate giggled while rubbing her rump against her lover’s palm and crotch. ‘I thought I’d surprise you,’ she said in her light, singsong voice.
‘Funny, that’s exactly the thought I had in mind when I put mine on this morning. I guess both of us are horny sluts down to the core.’
Kate closed her eyes and savoured the erotic sensation of Korra’s orange-nailed fingers firmly groping her ass. ‘Do I look pretty, baby?’
The deviant grin was audible in Korra’s tone as she replied. ‘No. Not at all. Actually you look like a nympho whore desperate for a good fuck.’ Leaning in closer, her voice dropped to a sultry whisper that sent shudders down Kate’s spine. ‘Lucky for you, I’m here to satisfy that need.’
The bedroom was as unprepared for visitors as the rest of the cabin. As such, the mattress Korra drove Kate down onto was just that – a mattress – with no sheets, pillows or duvet in sight. Still, the depraved duo had little interest in their surroundings. During their salacious relationship they had indulged their desires everywhere they could get away with it, from masturbation at the back of buses to oral in the shadows of club dancefloors. They had even joined the mile-high club after splashing out on a first-class flight. As far as they were concerned, so long as they had access to one another’s erogenous zones the question of where they fucked didn’t matter in the slightest.
So, with Kate now on all fours on the stripped bed, Korra wasted no time getting better acquainted with her favourite of those zones: her girlfriend’s soft, squishy, stupendously spankable ass.
Looping one hand under Kate’s midriff to toy with her nipple through the mesh of her bra, Korra kneaded her tush with the other. ‘Oh fuck yes, now that’s an ass I could get lost in,’ she purred as Kate pulled aside her other cheek with a giddy giggle to expose her winking hole. ‘Especially in this outfit. Fuck, you look so hot like this it’s almost a shame to take it off.’
Kate shuddered delightedly in Korra’s arms. There were few things in life that bought her more joy than picking out naughty outfits with the sole intention of turning her girlfriend on. Half the fun was fantasising about what they would do together when Korra found her wearing said slutwear – the other half was fulfilling all those fantasies in person.
But Kate wasn’t the only one with such power. Korra was just as eager to push Kate’s buttons and she had equally few inhibitions. The net result of their combined depravity was that they lived their lives locked in an endless cycle of seduction and temptation – a cycle which formed the bedrock of their relationship. They shared a love of a particularly twisted kind: neither woman had ever met a lover capable of satisfying them so completely, though at the same time they tended to reject stereotypically romantic tendencies in favour of pleasure and passion instead.
Even their current situation was a prime example. They had booked a week at Fantasy Manor on the pretence of celebrating their five-year anniversary and had even decided to go for an ostensibly romantic morning hike together. In reality, however, it was now clear that they’d both had the same endgame in mind: they’d been looking for a place to fuck. Though Kate had originally planned to reveal her fishnet underwear in a picturesque forest glade or sunshine-bathed mountaintop, she wasn’t about to pass up an unused bed. With Korra out of the room she had stripped and waited for her girlfriend to find her, only for Korra to reveal she’d had the exact same idea. What was more, they’d even worn the same outfit. Happily, given that both women had an almost crippling weakness for fishnet-clad fucking, there was no look more fitting for their anniversary depravity.
‘Are you going to?’ Kate asked, her pretty face bright with hope. ‘Are you going to get lost in my hole, baby? Are you going to fill me up like the slut I am?’
‘Of course, princess. I’m going to use you until there’s no brains left behind that pretty face of yours.’ She gave a cold chuckle. ‘Then again, that shouldn’t take long – we both know you’re always desperate to be used. Isn’t that right?’
Kate’s teasing mask was already starting to slip. Brows knitted together and eyes wide and pleading, she nodded while rubbing her foot against Korra’s twitching crotch. ‘Yes. Yes, baby, I need you to make me your plaything.’ Despite the hunger yawning inside her, impish mischief danced across her face. ‘Although before that I think I want to play with your thing.’
Moving with surprising speed and strength for one so small, Kate drove Korra onto her back. By the time Korra caught her bearings Kate had already ripped a hole in the crotch of her sequin-studded fishnets, her slim body nestled between Korra’s legs.
Admittedly it was a shame to damage such erotic attire, but in Kate’s mind it was worth it for two reasons. First, making the fishnets crotchless would allow them to engage in all sorts of pleasures without Korra needing to remove them. And second, doing so set free the only thing hotter to Kate than the fishnets themselves: Korra’s perfect cock.
Though neither woman knew it, the burst of lust that had served as the climax of their now forgotten transformations had not simply been the catalyst that ushered in their new personas. Instead, the erotic throb in their nether regions had also marked the growth of their sensitive she-cocks.
While Korra’s womanhood was by no means gigantic, it was nonetheless more than enough to make Kate’s stomach flip as she imagined the thrill of it plunging inside her. But that desire was currently overruled by her need to taste it, so that’s exactly what she did.
The moment Kate wrapped her lips around her shaft Korra’s head fell back onto the bed, a low groan dancing on her lips. Kate had many sexual talents, but her blowjob skills were undoubtedly at the top of that list; Korra even had a theory that in another life her girlfriend had been a pornstar, because as far as she was concerned there was no other way to explain how Kate had become such a perfect little cocksucker.
‘Oh fuck,’ Korra groaned, paralysed by pleasure. ‘Fuck yes, princess, don’t stop. That feels so good. Mmmh…’ Her voice trailed off as her thoughts faded into a fog of orgasmia.
Sandwiched between Korra’s legs, Kate was just as high on arousal. Actions driven by instinct, she allowed her mind to wander while she savoured the taboo taste of Korra’s juicy dick.
It wasn’t unusual for Kate to lose herself whenever they fucked; Korra often poked fun at the completely unprompted ahegaos she pulled as her conscious mind simply switched off and she became a living sex doll for Korra to play with.
Even so, today felt undeniably different. The gradual loss of rational thought felt strangely foreign, almost as if she was going cockdumb for the very first time, and she had the odd sensation of her mind being more empty than normal even before she started succumbing to vapidity. In some ways it felt like there used to be more in her head – more intelligence, more thoughts, more worries – but they had somehow been drained away.
Not that it bothered her, for the longer she feasted on Korra’s cock the faster that empty space dwindled as her mind contracted. Blaming the sensation on the fact that they hadn’t made lust together for almost a full day, Kate was soon herself again, with her role as Korra’s servile slut the only thought on her mind.
Kate would have happily gone down on her girlfriend for hours. With her bobbing head set in an eager rhythm and her raised feet rocking happily back and forth behind her, she was in a state of playful bliss.
But Korra was slowly regaining her senses. While Kate’s tongue danced and twirled and pirouetted, each motion sending flares of pleasure through Korra’s insides, little by little she managed to muster the self-control first to lift her head, then to rise to her elbows, before finally pushing upright and bracing herself on her hands. Still shuddering she looked down at Kate hungrily, a devious smile creeping over her lips as their eyes met. As one hand caressed Kate’s strawberry blonde hair, the other rose to her own bra and pulled both tits free. Her glittery lids fluttered as she groped herself in an effort to release some of her arousal.
At last she gathered herself enough to lean in close to her beau. ‘Alright, slut. You’ve had your fun. Now it’s my turn.’
For Kate the world seemed to move in slow motion. A gleeful giggle passed her lips as Korra scooped her up in deceptively strong arms before immediately rolling her onto her back. A heartbeat later Kate’s foot was hooked over her girlfriend’s shoulder, Korra’s twinkling earring tickling the skin of Kate’s calf as her heel settled against Korra’s nape.
Korra made short work of Kate’s outfit, rending a much larger opening in the yellow netting than Kate had in hers. In doing so she revealed not only Kate’s diminutive dicklet but her bare ass too.
Given their utter lack of inhibitions, Korra was always prepared for an impromptu fuck. As such she never went anywhere without a dose of lube somewhere on her person, which today had been stashed in a small anklet pouch. Sliding the anklet off, she removed a sachet before tossing the pouch aside and lathering her already saliva-smeared shaft with the contents.
Then, wrapping one hand around Kate’s upper thigh and clamping the other around her free leg, Korra sank herself into the beaming blonde’s hungry hole.
For the first few seconds she held herself there, erotic sensation flooding every inch of her body. Her eyes rolled, her chest heaved, and her abs tensed as she let out a long, low groan.
When she opened her eyes, Korra found Kate wearing an expression of impish delight. ‘Do you like being in my ass, baby? Am I nice and hot and tight?’ She punctuated her final point by clenching harder around Korra’s dick, giggling naughtily as Korra inhaled sharply.
‘Fuck yes,’ she breathed, answering both questions at once. ‘I can’t remember the last time you were this tight. It’s like it’s your first time,’ she added, oblivious to the truth behind her words.
Kate donned an innocent expression, batting her lashes and staring up at her girlfriend with big, pure eyes. ‘Maybe you should be gentle with me. You wouldn’t want to break me.’
At that Korra’s lips peeled back in a sinister grin. ‘Actually, I was thinking the exact opposite.’
Kate had just long enough to realise she was about to have her brains fucked out before Korra’s grip tightened, her thrusts began, and she was pumping raw brain-draining pleasure through Kate’s slim, slutty figure.
The mask of faux innocence instantly crumbled as arousal consumed Kate’s mind. Of course, she’d known full well that Korra would never go easy on her – in five years of being together they had never indulged in anything that even resembled sensuality, preferring instead to fuck like animals. Even so, the orgasmic rush of Korra’s womanhood invading her hole drove Kate wild in record time and she realised with a kind of careless detachment that Korra was right: this did feel like her first time. For some strange reason she felt unaccustomed to the euphoria rushing through her insides – to the erotic ache of her stretching ass, to the sensitivity of her twitching dick, to the burning lust for more and more and more…
Quickly overwhelmed, it wasn’t long before Kate was as limp as Korra had been just a few minutes earlier. However, unlike her girlfriend, Kate was not so quick to recover. Instead all she could do was lay there groaning endlessly, powerless to resist as her brunette lover set about driving out every last thought thrust after magical thrust.
From that point on Kate and Korra happily surrendered to their own desires. Neither could remember the last time they were this horny, but when the sex was this hot they didn’t care to question their supercharged libido.
It took the better part of an hour before Kate managed to regain the power of speech, by which point Korra had railed her in over a dozen positions of increasing intensity, beginning with doggystyle so fast and deep it froze Kate’s face in an expression of stupid pleasure, and ending with the brainless blonde bent over the end of the bed, face forced into the mattress while Korra hammered her from behind.
When she finally did gather her senses, however, Kate infused their fuckfest with her own kind of wicked playfulness. After tempting Korra onto her back Kate lost track of how long she spent riding her, though rather than let her girlfriend cum in her ass whenever Korra was close to climax Kate would lift away, giggling as she watched the horny heartbreak swirling in Korra’s eyes as her orgasm faded. Then, before Korra could surge up and take control, Kate would drop down to suck her hard again, all while sliding her own little dick between Korra’s soft lips and using her girlfriend’s own lust to keep her docile.
After several cycles of this devious denial, Korra was a grunting mess. Her frantic panting set her tits bobbing, and her eyes flashed with an animal glint as she tried over and over to use Kate’s holes to achieve climax, only to be foiled every time. In this state she would do anything for release, so when Kate pressed her dainty feet against her face Korra began licking them without hesitation.
Kate’s ticklish squeals filled the room, though her attempt at humiliation quickly backfired. Distracted and having failed to consider the vulnerability of her position, her laughter devolved into whimpers when Korra abruptly folded Kate’s knees back down onto her chest and drove into her vulnerable ass in a single fluid motion, before taking the opportunity to extract all the pleasure she’d been denied from her wailing cocksleeve.
Kate and Korra weren’t like other couples. To call the sordid things they did together lovemaking was a complete mischaracterisation. They were hedonists at heart, bound first and foremost by their unyielding fascination with all things depraved. United in their hunger for pleasure, they enabled one another to explore the limits of desire without shame or judgement. And yet even when they were no more than objects of lust – even when Kate was a babbling cumdump, or Korra a savage Domme – there was still an erotic kind of love to their bond. An amour only true soulmates can share.
Eventually, after a period of cockdumb vacancy, clarity filtered into Kate’s thoughts. She found herself on all fours, knees bent beneath her and arms forward as Korra thrust in an inexorable rhythm while leaning low over Kate’s folded body.
Her brows knitting into a frown, Kate let out a trembling sigh.
‘You okay, princess?’ Korra’s voice was soft and sensitive. She was close enough for the warmth of her breath to play over Korra’s cheek and their hair flowed together like the currents of uniting mountain streams. ‘Do you need to stop?’
Even in her sex-addled state Kate knew it wasn’t an unreasonable question. After all, she had completely lost track of how long their lustmaking had gone on for. It seemed as though in this place their stamina had no limit – another thing they’d chosen not to question.
But stopping was the last thing on her mind.
‘No,’ she breathed, twisting around to meet Korra’s gaze. ‘I just need you. Only you. I love you.’
Holding her hips still Korra leaned down and pressed her lips to Kate’s. There was no softness in their kiss; it was deep and hard and naughty, their moans colliding and swirling around their mouths. When they finally separated both women savoured the lingering taste of the other.
‘I love you too,’ Korra said, a little breathless. ‘You sure you don’t want to go back to the manor?’
Kate shook her head. ‘There’s nowhere else I’d rather be than right here. With you. But…’
When she didn’t continue, Korra urged her gently. ‘But?’
This time when Kate looked up at her there was a familiar mischief in her eyes. ‘But I think I’ve teased you long enough. I want to feel your load inside me. I want you to fill me up again and again until my ass is oozing your cum. I want you to make me your living fleshlight.’
A similar mischief lit up Korra’s stunning features. ‘I’m sure that can be arranged.’
With her torso slung low over Kate’s back the busty brunette began to roll her hips once more. Closing her eyes, Kate basked in the pleasure of each driving thrust, her body tingling with such bliss she felt as if she were glowing with it. And as she descended further into the depths of lust her journey was guided by the sensual, seductive tones of the only woman that mattered.
‘That’s it, princess, give yourself to me,’ Korra purred. ‘Don’t think, just relax. You’re just a good little toy. What are you?’
Kate’s lips drew into a contented smile as she replied. ‘I’m just a good little toy…’
Thanks for reading!
This is the first chapter I wrote after I was forced to put this project on hold, and it’s up there amongst my favourites of the series. Undoubtedly a part of that is the fact that both Del Rio and Zoha are hot as fuck, but also I really love these characters. It’s always fun to write characters who simply live for pleasure and this chapter delivered that in spades for me. It was also great that both models are ones I’ve been wanting to include in this series for a while – Zoha is a bit newer to me, but Del Rio has been a favourite for a long time – and I’ve come to adore both of their work even more through writing this.
Also, I wanted to point out that if the title of this one rings a bell, it’s because I have actually used it before for a Gaypril story last year. I’ve mentioned before that I typically don’t like reusing story names, however for me coming up with a title is probably the hardest part of writing any story. I always find it difficult to come up with names that are both short and catchy while also giving a good idea of what the story is about. In this case I decided to let myself reuse the title because it felt like it really worked for the story, and also this is part of a series while the previous use was a standalone. The only time I would ever repeat the same title on two standalones was if I was putting out some kind of rewrite, but in this case I felt like the differentiation between series and standalone was enough for the repeat to be acceptable.
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