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Under ordinary circumstances, Veronica and Pavlos would have found it strange for Club Fantasy to have a honeymoon suite. However, given they had just emerged from a timeless limbo in which they’d indulged in copious empathic lovemaking, all in bodies conjured for them by the magic of the club itself – the same magic which had corrupted their friends into insatiable hedonists – strange no longer meant quite the same thing it had done when the night began.

Taking up the entire top floor of the club, the suite was accessible only by lift, the doors of which opened into a sprawling lounge. A pair of huge curved sofas flanked a long, low obsidian table, the top polished to a mirror shine in which the diamonds of the magnificent chandelier overhead were reflected like captured starlight. At the far end was a plush loveseat made from the same white leather of the sofas, and the whole ensemble sat upon an enormous grey rug. Floor-to-ceiling windows ran along the sides of the room, but the walls on both ends were opaque and bore a slew of large framed photographs, all depicting stunning men and women in various states of undress. The biggest – its frame as tall as Pavlos and hanging on the far wall – was of Phoenix herself posing stark naked.

The couple were not surprised to notice there was no television present. After all, even outside of Club Fantasy any occupants of a honeymoon suite generally had other things on their minds, but in this suite especially depravity was the sole purpose of the room. Perhaps that was why the opposite wall bore an archway rather than a door, through which the vast, inviting bed was proudly visible from all points of the lounge, as if to remind any guests that they were present for one reason, and one reason only. The closest thing to an approximation of privacy were the curtains of crushed velvet hanging above the head of the bed, though even from a distance the couple could see these were purely decorative. There was no concealing lust in Club Fantasy: if the bed was in use, it would be for everybody to witness. And with Phoenix’s photo hanging directly above the archway, thereby forcing anybody entering to pass beneath her orgasmic naked figure, stepping over the bedroom’s threshold was a guaranteed catalyst for the entrant’s arousal.

Just as Pavlos had predicted, thanks to the time-bending nature of the void, they arrived at the suite before their friends. Even so, they weren’t the first ones there.

The woman leaning against the side of the bedroom’s archway was truly stunning. Clad in black stockings and an elegant garter belt her voluptuous body was on full display. Strawberry blonde hair glowed in the pink light of the bedroom, though the patch of exposed pubic hair was several shades darker. Massaging her hefty tits as she watched them enter, she surveyed them with sultry eyes while a smile plucked at her juicy lips.

‘Hey there,’ she greeted them. ‘It’s nice to finally meet you both. I’m Lena.’

At the start of the night, Vander would have respectfully averted his gaze from Lena’s bare body. Now Veronica ogled her tits and fought the urge to run over to worship them. Besides, she could hardly judge – she was only wearing her nightie from the void, which did little to conceal her own breasts, while Pavlos stood in just his boxers.

‘The pleasure is ours,’ Pavlos said, noticing his fiancée’s distraction.

With great effort, Veronica raised her gaze to Lena’s face. ‘You’re the reason we’re here, aren’t you? Why we got the invite, I mean. There never was any competition. It was just your way of getting us here.’

Lena’s smile widened. ‘Guilty as charged. As co-owner of the club it’s my job to seek out the people who deserve to experience its magic. Seek them out, then lure them here. Even if that means spinning a few false truths. Once the club has had its wicked way I always like to take a look what fiendish new transformations it has conjured up for our guests of honour. I hope you don’t mind the intrusion.’

‘Not at all,’ Pavlos said. ‘In fact,’ he continued, a hungry edge entering his tone, ‘if you get that pretty ass on the bed we’ll show you how glad we are that you’re here.’

Lena’s tits bounced temptingly as her enchanting laugh filled the room. ‘I’m sure you would, handsome. And I promise we’ll get to that soon enough. But there’s something we have to deal with first.’

‘What?’ the couple asked together.

Lena pointed a finger towards the lift. ‘Them.’

When the doors slid open half a dozen of their transformed friends spilled out. Parting around Veronica and Pavlos like a stream around a boulder, they made for the sofas. There was no recognition in their eyes, no understanding of who the slut and the stud before them actually were, but they smiled as they passed by nonetheless.

The sounds of kissing drew Veronica’s gaze to the two figures still in the lift. Eli and Garrett were making out so passionately they hadn’t noticed the lift stop or the other occupants exit. Nor did they notice when the doors closed and the lift began its descent to pick up the next batch.

It took several more trips to deposit everyone in the honeymoon suite (Eli and Garrett only emerged with the last group after Veronica managed to coax them out of one another’s arms long enough to reach the sofa) but eventually they were all in attendance. A handful of the congregation greeted Lena warmly, and as they took their seats they watched the gathering with knowing smiles as if they knew something the others didn’t.

Once in position, the group composed a lewd scene.

On the righthand sofa, Kiara and Lulu sat closest to the loveseat. With her dark lingerie and the blonde kneeling naked on the floor between her legs, the Asian beauty seemed to be the one in control. Yet upon closer inspection Veronica spotted the small black remote in Kiara’s hand and Lulu’s strained frown as something vibrated against the leather beneath her. Beside them, neither Daisy nor Jayden made any attempt to hide their mutual masturbation, and even as the materials over their crotches undulated gently they engaged in friendly conversation with the next couple along. Manuel contributed little to the discussion, focused instead on massaging Penny’s fat tits through her racy lingerie while she explained how they had left Autumn strapped to a sybian turned up to maximum. Next along, Eli and Garrett were still refusing to draw breath, and beyond them Jia and Lika were doing their best to stifle their groans. Both women were now dressed in skimpy schoolgirl outfits and were flanking Joss at the end of the sofa, where it was painfully obvious where Joss’s hands were and what they were doing; the only real question was how many fingers he was using to do it.

The sofa on the left was a much chattier affair, though no less depraved. Eden and Dee were dressed in sheer lace nighties, the latter cosying up to her tattooed lover to impart one lovebite after another across her neck while Eden herself was chatting away to Alina and Anton. The busty ebony beauty lounged in stockings and nothing else, allowing Skye – her voluptuous figure wrapped in a purple silk bathrobe – to suckle dotingly on her bare tits. Anton loomed overhead in a crisp suit with one hand tangled in Alina’s and the other idly groping Skye’s ass whenever it lingered close enough. Further down, Lola was straddling Mick’s lap with her legs looped around his back, the rhythmic rocking of her hips leaving no question what she was doing there as she eagerly described the night’s events to Adira. The gorgeous blonde listened with fascination, her eyes twinkling as she no doubt took notes of new positions to try with Kristof once they were behind closed doors again. Kristof himself was turned in the other direction to talk with Charles, but even so both his and Adira’s hands were constantly teasing one another’s turn-on spots, resulting in their sentences being punctuated more by soft gasps and whimpers than commas or full stops. Of Sarah there was no sign – though the soft, wet noises drifting up from behind the sofa at Charles’s feet heavily implied her lips were too busy to contribute to the conversation anyway. And further along still a group of five was split into two separate discussions: Kali and Jade ranking the rest of the congregation in order of most fuckable, while Troy, Eliza and Kate placed bets on who was going to panic most once things got underway.

Finally there was Emily and Scarlit, who had skipped the sofas in favour of the rug at the far end of the table. On this Scarlit was lying flat, her torso supported on her elbows. Emily lay atop her, arms coiled around to grope Scarlit’s tits and strap-on buried in the ebony beauty’s wet sex. Their fucking was tastefully subtle, Emily’s hips barely even moving with each gentle thrust, but it nonetheless drew the eye of several attendees who watched with envy as Scarlit’s pleasure came out in quiet sighs.

Veronica and Pavlos watched with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. In truth, sending out the call had been an accident – a side effect of their first mind-bending climax in the void.

So it came as a surprise when Lena gestured for them to claim the loveseat.

‘You mean it’s for us?’ Veronica asked. ‘We thought it was yours.’

Lena smiled. ‘Of course it’s yours. This is the honeymoon suite, and though you’re not technically married yet I think we can make an exception. Whenever a new group joins the Fantasy Family, it’s tradition for the leaders of that group to reveal the truth to their friends. That’s what me and my wife Demi did, and Phoenix, and others before and since.

‘As you already know there are other places like the club out there, and normally one or two guests are chosen to wield a particular item – a kind of conduit for that location’s power. Club Fantasy is a little different. Phoenix was the one who bought it to life, so it answers only to her. But you two were still chosen. It’s how you could access the limbo you just left – we call it the Sinscape, since sin is the only thing that matters in there. And because you were chosen you have a degree of power over those the club has transformed.’ She gestured to the group. ‘Without a want for any better word, within these walls they are your playthings. You can mould their realities however you please. Including reviving their old ones. All it takes is a snap of your fingers.’ She gave them a wink. ‘Trust me, this is the fun bit.’

Again she indicated the loveseat, and this time the couple took it. Nestled amongst the cushions they turned to one another.

‘Ready?’ Veronica asked, raising one hand with thumb and middle finger pressed together.

Mirroring her, Pavlos nodded. ‘As I’ll ever be.’

Snap.

Just as it had in the Sinscape a wave of energy rolled through the room to wash over the gathered deviants. In its wake silence reigned, oppressive and deafening.

Then chaos ruled louder still.

No longer compelled to stifle her pleasure, Lydia gave a sharp groan as the vibrations of her hidden toy smothered her initial shock. This balance was briefly interrupted as Kendall realised what she was holding and promptly tossed away the remote, only for Lena to snatch it from the air double the vibration speed with a wicked grin. Beside them Juliet had seemingly dropped into autopilot, her eyes bulging even as her hand continued stroking Declan’s she-cock. Apparently unable to stop she apologised profusely even as Declan stared at her through fluttering lids as his cry of shock died in his throat. Next along, Pippa’s hand recoiled from Manuel’s hefty cock and tried to spring up, but with his huge arms looped around her she had nowhere to go and was forced to listen to the hushed words he breathed into her ear. Whatever they were, they worked, for when she looked at him again most of the panic had melted into quiet longing, and despite the lingering tension in her body she allowed him to hold her close. Their gay neighbours parted lips only for a moment as Elliott stared in startled disbelief at the handsome man before him, but then Gabby was holding him by the cheeks, assuring him this was okay, and they were making out even more hungrily than before. And at the far end, Jessie, Lee and Jo were all shouting across one another as they frantically apologised over and over. The latter was wiping her fingers incessantly on the closest pillow, while Jessie and Lee were curled up as they attempted to hide as much of their bare flesh as possible.

As before, the sofa on the left was the loudest of the two. Ethan erupted with such blind panic he sent Danny tumbling off the sofa, both men babbling their astonishment as they took in their curves and tits and long silky hair. Beside them Alina and Anton were relishing the scene, yet when Seth jerked away they responded with tender reassurance. With a gentle hand Alina guided him back in to lean against her bosom, and though Anton’s hands had eased away he still stroked the transformed man’s hair soothingly. Neither London nor Maddie shared Seth’s newfound calm. Their united shriek briefly cut across everybody else, and in the blink of an eye London was suddenly curled under the lip of the table with her knees tucked against her chest, while Maddie had snatched up a nearby cushion to conceal the rigid consequences of London’s former position across her lap. Nearby, Ashley and Kenzo were even closer than before, albeit in a far less sensual manner, for they had chosen to still their roving hands by embracing tightly like a pair of cowards locked in a haunted house as they spewed apologies for what they’d done together over the past several hours. The judder of something hitting the back of the sofa did not distract them. Nor did the shrill eek that rose up from the same region. Nor even Charles’s devilish laugh as he stared down at the unseen culprit. All of which were similarly lost on the final few, what with Justin being very vocal in his shock at coming to his senses with both balls and breasts, Kelsey cackling like a lunatic as she watched the madness unfold, and the trio of Eliza, Kate and Troy keenly analysing each and every reaction.

And last of all were Emily and Scarlit. Unsurprisingly, they didn’t so much as falter in their gentle lovemaking, Scarlit’s soft sighs persisting under the cacophony of shrieks and cries and wails. The only difference was that rather than drawing the attention of horny voyeurs, they were now the ones watching their friends react to the truth they both already knew.

Sat at the head of the bedlam, Veronica had to admit Lena was right: this was fun. Still, if left to their own devices the group could take hours to settle down themselves. So, after a little while longer savouring the fallout, the couple decided to skip to the end.

Another snap of their fingers drew all eyes to them. Quiet returned, albeit laced by the occasional sigh or groan as the group processed their lingering pleasure.

‘Thank you all for coming,’ Pavlos said. ‘We understand you’ve all had a very… energetic night, however we’ve gathered you here because it is important for you to understand the truth about what has happened to us all this evening.’

‘As you have all discovered by now, Club Fantasy is much more than most people realise,’ Veronica continued, her warm smile calming the more agitated members. ‘Yes, it is a place of mischief and lust, but at its heart the club also yearns to fulfil the deepest desires of its guests. Or rather, those guests who deserve it.’ She gestured to Lena, who gave a little wave. ‘I am assured by our friend Lena here that the club chose us all for our own reasons. It wanted everybody here – not just me and Pavlos – and the invitation we received was merely a catalyst to have us invite you all along for the night too. And now we’re here, the club has granted us the honour of exploring the lives we always wished we could lead.’

‘I’m sorry, but what the fuck are you talking about?’ Declan asked. Now that Juliet had managed to remove her hand from Declan’s womanhood his panic had finally found a voice – albeit in Daisy’s sultry tones. ‘I mean, I’m a chick. I have tits.’ He pointed at Juliet, who withered from the accusing finger. ‘She fucked me. I’ve never craved anything like this in my entire life!’

‘You call that a problem?’ Maddie was still clutching the cushion to her crotch. Her hysteria was so intense she even managed to make Mick’s deep voice sound shrill and feminine. ‘At least you have tits. The club stole mine!’ She turned on Veronica and Pavlos with wild eyes. ‘Please, give me my old body back. Please, you have to. Please, please, please!’

Her desperate wailing was cut off by a triumphant cry.

‘Ha! I win!’ Kate gloated at Troy and Eliza. ‘You both have to sub for me for a night.’

Lena sniggered. ‘Which of course means you’ll order them to fuck your brains out.’

Kate shrugged, still grinning. ‘Hey, good subs have to do as they’re told.’

Stifling her own grin, Veronica redirected the conversation back to the handsome stud who was currently hyperventilating. ‘Please, Maddie, don’t reject this body so quickly. I promise, it’s better suited to you than you might think. After all, haven’t you always wanted to be a good friend to London? To make her feel seen and valued and special?’

‘Of course,’ Maddie said, looking down at the woman in question who was still cowering beneath the lip of the table.

‘And London, hasn’t a little part of you always wished you could experience the attention Maddie gets from all the guys? To learn what it feels like to meet some hot hunk and have him show you what true pleasure feels like?’

‘Maybe,’ came London’s grudging reply.

‘So you see, Maddie, the club transformed London into a hot little slut, and it turned you into the perfect man to make that new slut feel special.’

Maddie’s uncertainty was still written across her brow, but it was softer than before. ‘I… I guess that makes sense,’ she admitted.

Now Pavlos turned to face Declan, his eyes hard as he addressed the shallow womaniser in the busty trans beauty’s body. ‘That said, sometimes the club likes to exploit the irony of its guests desires. After all, for a guy like you, the fantasy of fucking all day and night until you collapse with exhaustion, just to do it again the next day – well, that’s pretty much the only aspiration you have in life. So that’s exactly the reality the club gave you. Except this time you are the hot nympho being ploughed by her stud, while Juliet gets to be a better man than you ever were.’

Pavlos’s sharp gaze dared Declan to respond. He did not.

‘So… what now?’ At first nobody could tell who had spoken. Then Veronica noticed dainty black fingers curl over the back of the sofa just in front of Charles. These were followed by the top half of a head, the wide eyes swimming with uncertainty. Veronica guessed Spencer was keeping his lower face hidden to conceal the sticky evidence that would highlight what he had been using it for. ‘No matter how good this new body feels, I still know it isn’t mine.’

‘Of course it’s yours,’ Pavlos assured him. ‘The club doesn’t just transform our bodies. It bends reality too. As far as anybody beyond this room knows, you are Sarah. You always have been and you always will be. The club is simply offering you the chance to experience what that reality might look and feel like. It’s up to you if you accept it.’

Veronica held up a hand to stop her lover going further. ‘Pavlos is right, but we’re getting ahead of ourselves. For now, the only decision you have to make is what new realities you wish to explore next.’

‘Not for very long though. Look.’ Everybody followed Elliott’s pointing finger through the windows. Though the night sky was still a tapestry of stars, a little of the blackness had softened into deep indigo as the first shades of dawn began seeping over the horizon. Elliott was visibly crestfallen and he held Gabby a little tighter, as if terrified she would fade away along with the stars. ‘We’re only here for the night. In a few hours we’ll have to leave.’

Though most of the group was staring out the window, Pippa spotted the conspiratorial smirk that passed between Veronica and Pavlos. ‘What are you two smiling at?’

‘Well,’ Veronica said, struggling to bite back a burst of laughter as they all looked at her with bemused faces.

Fortunately, Pavlos was more composed. ‘In our new reality, we’re not actually here just for one night. We’re here for the whole week. And since you’re all our guests, that means so are you.’ He caught Elliott’s eye. The young man looked giddy as a child on Christmas Day. ‘Think that will be enough time for you?’

By way of answer, Elliott immediately began making out with his friend-turned-fuckbuddy once again. Any further conversation was lost on them as they slumped down onto the sofa and blithely ignored the astonished stares of their audience.

‘But what about the rest of us?’ Seth asked. Still nestled on Alina’s chest as his two black lovers caressed his curves through his bathrobe, his nerves remained audible. ‘Clearly some of us are happy to go with the flow of club’s magic, but I don’t know if I have the confidence to stay like this or to…’ He paused, glanced up at Alina and Anton. ‘To do the things the club wants us to do. Especially not for a whole week.’

Veronica’s heart melted as his eyes dropped, the guilt over letting down his doting lovers written on his face.

‘But you won’t be doing it alone,’ she said softly. ‘You’ll have Skye.’

Frowning, Seth opened his mouth to ask what she meant. But before he could do so Veronica and Pavlos had once again snapped their fingers to a send another shudder of magic through the room.

The atmosphere changed instantly. Tensed muscles relaxed, blushes of embarrassment faded, furrowed brows smoothed over. Quiet sighs resumed as hands slipped back into underwear, and though the overt depravity of the initial gathering did not resume, neither was did the shock or panic. Veronica could almost see the anxiety draining from their bodies, not to mention the subsequent arousal which came swirling in to replace it.

Still looking at the buxom blonde, Veronica noted that Seth had raised a hand to squeeze Alina’s fat tits. ‘For the next week, this is who you are. Seth and Skye sharing the same body. You aren’t separate anymore. You are the best parts of one another blended into something new and beautiful.’ Veronica paused, trying to think of a suitable description. Then she smiled. ‘You’re a butterfly. What came before was your cocoon. Now you’re free to fly. And that goes for the rest of you too,’ she added, addressing the group as a whole.

For several long moments the gathering simply stared at them expectantly. Then Pavlos broke the silence.

‘Well, what are you waiting for? This whole club is bursting with other transformations to experience. Not to mention all the other places it can take you: Lake Fantasy, Fantasy Resort, Fantasy Manor, Metamorphose Casino – the list goes on. Are you going to sit here gawping all week? Or are you going to get the fuck out of here before I start turning you all into brainless sissies?’

Springing up from the sofas, the collective thundered towards the lift. In truth, several individuals were visibly excited by the latter proposition (Eliza, Troy and Jade had to physically drag Kate away, otherwise she would’ve thrown herself at Pavlos’s feet begging for it), and Veronica made a mental note of whom she would be able to sissify later in the week.

Several individuals lingered behind. Predictably, neither Eli nor Garrett had heard the eviction threat and remained locked in their hungry kisses even as their roving hands started tugging off one another’s clothes. Nearby, Emily and Scarlit were still making slow, sensual love. And finally there was Lola and Mick. The bull had finally allowed the cushion to slip away and the sight of his still rigid cock had enticed Lola out from beneath the table. Now her neck bulged with his girth, salacious slurping filling the room and frothy drool dribbling down the shaft as the petite blonde rapidly pushed him towards climax.

And there was one more guest still present too.

‘So,’ Lena said. Turning in the direction of her voice they found that she had retreated into the bedroom where she was lounging on the covers with a smirk. ‘It looks like my pretty ass is on your bed. Whatever will happen next?’

Glancing across at one another, the couple shared a wicked grin.

‘Oh, we have a few ideas,’ Veronica said, slotting her hand into Pavlos’s.

With that they were striding beneath Phoenix’s towering portrait and into the bedroom, Lena giggling as they came. A heartbeat later those giggles melted into groans, and from that point on whenever their remaining guests peered through the open archway the scenes they witnessed within were nothing less than hedonism in motion…

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That first night began the week with a bang which simply did not stop. The erotic energy which had taken root during their initial transformations continued to grow, spreading inexorably into every crack and crevice of their souls – and of course bringing to life all the depraved fantasies hidden therein.

In the following days, Veronica and Pavlos experienced what it meant to be Club Fantasy royalty. For although the club itself still answered to Phoenix, for the duration of their stay their power was equal to her own and soon enough the honeymoon suite became the beating heart of their group’s ongoing sensuality. As king and queen of their own erotic empire, the suite became their palace in which they regularly staged lavish orgies attended not only by their transformed friends but many members of the wider Fantasy Family too. Though Lena was the first Club Fantasy veteran to grace their bedsheets, it was not long before Veronica and Pavlos had completely lost track of how many more joined that list, and as the days wore on they steadily found their place amongst the ranks of avid eroticists.

While the honeymoon suite serving as their throne room, the couple regularly explored the pleasures of much further flung locations. As Lena explained to them between the howls of ecstasy on that first night, Club Fantasy sat at the heart of a web of similarly deviant venues. Most of these were touched by a similar magic to the club itself, though others – like Metamorphose – were fuelled by their own uniquely sordid energy. Such sites had to be approved by the Fantasy Family before being integrated into the club’s sordid nexus, but the net result was that the transformed patrons now had access to locations all over the globe, and by extension a truly infinite variety of possible new realities to explore.

It is said that God created the world in seven days. Club Fantasy, by contrast, can conjure up half a multiverse of new realities before the Lord has even got His socks on. So it was little surprise that just one night beneath its roof was enough to convert the entire group into the club’s newest batch of amoral acolytes.

Lust became their addiction. Sin became a religion. And whenever they thought they had experienced true orgasmia, something even more erotic was thrown their way.

After learning the truth about how she had transformed in the first place, Eden’s week revolved entirely around discovering just how far she could push the magic of her tattoos. The club, of course, was happy to supply them in abundance, allowing Eden to not only warp her body into orgasmic new forms by smothering herself in more and more ink, but also to experiment with how they could affect others too. With Dee as her first test subject she honed the practice into a science in less than a day, and from that point on she became the sole provider of a kind of pleasure unlike anything else in the club. By handpicking which tattoos she applied to her lovers Eden was able to influence their moods, their arousal, even their desires, effectively reducing them to puppets whose strings she could pull however she pleased. This ability inevitably fuelled an insatiable dominant streak, and by the end of the week she was regularly sending out her tattoo-twisted subs to bring back unsuspecting guests from the club to corrupt in the same way. Even so, through it all Dee remained her favourite, and though Eden was happy for her first sub to play around there was nowhere either of them preferred Dee to be than facedown in Eden’s loins.

From the moment Harrison first sank inside her, Sarah knew it was true what people said about going black. Seemingly keen on fulfilling her desire to never go back, the club provided her with a bottle of aftershave capable of transforming any wearer into massive black gods devoted only to her, which Sarah immediately put to merciless use. Though she never once shifted bodies, Sarah lost count of how many unsuspecting individuals crossed her path only to be warped into her next plaything. In a truly foolish move she even used it on Phoenix, though that was a mistake she made only once, for by the time the effects wore off the bullified club owner had fucked Sarah into oblivion. Drooling and babbling, she was unable to resist when Phoenix gathered at least half the Fantasy Family and doused them in the magic spray, after which they collectively ‘punished’ her for her transgression.

Out of the whole group, it was difficult to say whether Adira and Kristof changed the most or the least. Physically speaking, neither of them made any changes, opting instead to methodically investigate every possible pleasure their transformed bodies could provide. Over time, this developed one of the group’s most intensely passionate bonds, for while their friends hopped from body to body in order to keep things exciting Adira and Kristof developed an encyclopaedic knowledge of their lover’s erotic triggers, thus charging every second together with devilish potential.

And yet while their bodies remained static, their minds were constantly in flux. Like Sarah, the duo awoke after that first night to find a magical fragrance waiting on their bedside table. In their case, however, each spritz contained an entirely new psyche. A shy bookworm, a confident seductress, an anal whore; a dumb jock, a suave womaniser, a savage Dominant. With the spray at their disposal the hedonistic pair found themselves tumbling down an endless rabbit hole of personality-warping possibilities – one which was only made even more addictive once the power of Adira’s bracelet finally came to fruition. It was as they shared an explosive orgasm beside one of Fantasy Resort’s pools that they first swapped bodies. From there the mischievous bracelet developed a habit of switching them when they least expected it, and when combined with the equally unpredictable personalities imparted by the spray it became impossible to tell where Adira ended and Kristof began.

As passionate as her first fuck with Manuel had been, Penny soon discovered that the persona the club had granted her was more complex than she first realised. And while her time in Manuel’s arms was always more sensual than she could ever hope to describe, the hours she spent with Autumn was possibly even more orgasmic still. The busty bimbo was forever eager to satisfy Manuel, which in turn meant she was just as keen to please anybody her sugar daddy invited into the bedroom too, but whenever he was absent Penny let her wicked streak flare and pushed Autumn’s obedience to extremes. With Manuel’s full authority she would transform Autumn into a plethora of different forms: whiny femboys, snivelling nerds, brainless gym bros – always male, and therefore always devoid of the fat tits, tight sex and swooping curves around which Autumn’s whole life revolved. In this state Autumn was eternally desperate to regain her old body, including following any order Penny gave without complaint or hesitation. By the time the week was up, Penny had taken to her new role of wicked step-sugar mummy with such relish she couldn’t imagine ever giving it up.

Despite Seth’s initial apprehension about his new body, Skye’s confidence gradually began to build. In the first two days she refused to leave Alina and Anton’s penthouse, preferring instead to tentatively discover her newfound desires within their amorous embrace. The lascivious couple were only too happy to guide her, though they could not deny the pride with which they watched Skye slip out onto the dancefloor on the third day in search of a fresh lover. As chance would have it, amongst the thronging dancers she came across Joss as he hunted for the exact same prize. This serendipitous encounter climaxed beneath writhing bedsheets, after which Skye’s addiction to big black cock was sealed just like Sarah’s. With the success of her first self-chosen hookup Skye’s acceptance of her new life was complete, and soon enough she and Joss were regular fuck buddies who would seize every opportunity to fuck like rutting animals, whether that was in the shadowy recesses of a Club Fantasy VIP booth or a bright sunlit villa of Fantasy Resort. And though she regularly shifted bodies when playing with others, when it came to Joss he and he alone had access to her original transformation. As far as Skye was concerned, nobody fucked her better than him, and there was something special about keeping that level of ecstasy exclusively for the body the club he’d first gifted her with.

Eli and Garrett’s bond was one of two halves.

For his part, now he was openly out to all his friends Eli was hungry to explore as many gay experiences as possible. As a result, he cycled through an almost frightening sequence of gay personas ranging from burly leather daddies to cum-addicted femboys and everything in between. Gabby was not as devoted to her masculine form and so was happy to switch genders whenever the whim took her, consequently garnering her a reputation as a blank canvas who, if you crossed paths with her, would allow you to select any transformation you wished for her and let you make sordid art with her horny new body.

However, after each long day of shameless eroticism, both deviants would retire to a quaint little cabin at Lake Fantasy. Here they always took the same two forms: Eli an adorable twink with a naturally submissive disposition, and Garrett an athletic top with a cock almost the length of his sub’s forearm. In these bodies they would catch up on the day’s events, Garrett gently fingering his boy’s hole through the open ass of his comfy grey onesie, while Eli dotingly worshipped the man’s incredible cock soft and slow and sensual. Under the cabin’s warm lamplight they would listen to the sounds of the night outside, then retreat to bed where Garrett would make passionate use of Eli’s well-fingered ass before they drifted to sleep in each other’s arms, their dreams full of ideas for what new bodies they could explore the next day.

In contrast to the achillean lovers, Lola and Mick hardly saw each other all week. As it turned out, life as Mick was actually much more thrilling than Maddie first thought, and rather than give him up she chose to embrace him completely. Roaming through the halls aimlessly, Mick would allow the club to guide him to wherever depravity was underway. Upon arriving he would watch for a while, stroking the cock he now lived to use until it was twitching with the need to join in. Then he would dive into the fray, plunging it into any hole that came near no matter who its owner was, only moving on when his temporary amours were drooling into the bedsheets. And on those rare occasions where there was nobody for Mick to fuck, Maddie was forever welcome in Phoenix’s chamber, where the club owner took great pleasure providing her with the ‘girly time’ she had promised when they first met.

As for Lola, she chose the opposite approach. Rather than wander in search of pleasure she set up shop in the club’s billiards room, where she would wait patient as a spider for some unsuspecting fly to buzz into her web. Keen to assist her, the club would guide random guests away from the dancefloor and into her lair, and with the help of a steady supply of temporary tattoos provided to her by Eden Lola would take her time corrupting them, carefully moulding them into vessels of shameless sin and then exploiting the raging libido of her new creations for her own gain. Inevitably she often wound up adding more ink to her own figure too, driving her arousal into the stratosphere, but even that wasn’t enough to satisfy her slutty hunger. Every morning her victim would wake up back in their own bed, all memory of the night before reduced to an orgasmic blur, unaware that while they were sleeping Lola had already moved on to fresh prey.

To everybody’s surprise, not only did Declan slowly accept his life as Daisy, but she and Jayden were the only couple who remained exclusive despite constant offers to join the abundant group fuckfests hosted across the club and beyond. In truth, there was perhaps a little more Daisy than Declan present when her blended persona settled, the trans beauty’s shyness taking much of the edge off Declan’s cocky bravado. Even so, barely a day went by where she didn’t thank Veronica and Pavlos for inviting her to the club despite her formerly selfish ways, since without that invitation she would never have fallen in love. Because there was no denying that the bond she and Jayden shared was nothing short of true adoration. Their intimacy was constant – little surprise given that, true to their word, they went completely without clothes for the remainder of the week – and while they did sample different bodies on occasion, these rarely lasted longer than a few hours before they were back to making euphoric love in their original transformations. In the end, their devotion to one another became so well-known that the chance to watch their sensuous bond in action would regularly draw in voyeurs who would sit and masturbate to the sounds of their pleasure for hours at a time.

Exactly what Kali’s life as Phoenix’s assistant might have looked like ultimately became an intriguing ‘what if’ scenario. The reason for this was that although the club had shown her where Kelsey’s life would have led if she had accepted the position, it had also led her into Eliza’s intoxicating embrace in the process. As one of the Fantasy Family’s resident reality-twisters, it was widely known that anybody who entered Eliza’s bedroom did not emerge the same, and Kali was no exception. After just one night with the powerful woman Kali found herself hopelessly addicted to the unique thrill of fucking by Eliza’s side, and from that point on a truly shameless friendship began to grow between them. Kali was never quite sure whether the brunette nympho kept her around out of genuine affection or purely as a willing plaything to mould and corrupt however she pleased, but in truth she didn’t really care. After all, when your bitchy bestie could conjure black gods, gorgeous sapphic bombshells, or busty ebony trans stunners boasting the hottest assets of the two, all with just a wave of her hand, then you simply never question the details of your friendship. Pretty soon it was if they had always been together, Kali shadowing Eliza everywhere she went, and on the rare occasion the more seasoned slut went off alone, Kali was invariably left in the company of Troy, who was unsurprisingly keen to relive their first night together no matter what body Kali found herself in that day.

Jade’s transformation had lit a fire in her unlike anything she’d ever thought possible. Though Justin had once believed his libido to be insurmountable, it paled in comparison to the force of nature he’d become as Jade. In the days that followed the trans goddess was never found with any less than three lovers in her presence – often many more, earning her the title of the group’s orgy organiser – and within a day she had already accumulated an entourage of trans sluts just as depraved as she. What’s more, Jade’s ability to attract adoring acolytes wherever she went soon bought her to the attention of Grant Foster, who was only too happy to offer her the chance to strip at one of his infamous clubs. The proposal came with no strings attached, but if she enjoyed the role then he assured her she would be welcome to join up as one of his dancers on a permanent basis. And so it was that each night, after her performance, Jade and her corruptive collective would prowl through Club Fantasy in search of cute guys or girls to sweep off their feet and transform into a greedy cis slut, who they would proceed to stuff full of their perfect she-cocks on beds buried in the money Jade had earned from her stint on Grant’s stage.

When it came to role reversals, Lulu and Kiara were immediately the poster children for how dramatically the club could turn the tables between two individuals. For all her previous nymphomaniacal energy, Lulu unexpectedly found herself descending into an abyss of desperate subservience from which she knew there was no escaping. As they continued streaming their sordid bedroom exploits to an ever-growing audience, more and more of her will to take the lead was stripped away, as if exhibitionism was the chink in her armour through which Kiara could manipulate Lulu to her own ends. After watching Lulu endlessly swallow her strap-on deep, it was perhaps inevitable that Kiara eventually decided to make the shift to a masculine body, as whom she went by the name of Kian. If anything, this only drove the Asian slut even more wild. From dawn till dusk Lulu would spend almost every waking minute with Kian’s seed decorating her cheeks and lips and neck and tits, even wearing the pearly streaks as badges of honour when they went down to the club together. Needless to say, by the end of the week their dynamic as insatiable Dominant and malleable submissive had been thoroughly cemented no matter what body Kendall donned to take control.

While Joss was happy to spend his time hammering Skye into every mattress they came across, Jia and Lika spread their wings together rather than alone. Infamously inseparable, the sensual couple feel deeper in love with each passing day, and while their former relationship was built on affection alone, this new bond blended lust, love and carnal longing in a corruptive cocktail that quickly earned them a reputation as some of the most passionate lovers amongst the group. In the end, Jia found that she had struck gold on her very first try, for though she experimented several times with other transformations none of them could hold a candle to the intoxicating euphoria of the body she had first fucked her feminised boyfriend in. Lika was much more willing to switch things up, apparently eager to determine exactly which body Jia could extract the most pleasure from. Even so, all of Lika’s subsequent forms were female, their sapphic fuckfests clearly more addictive than anything from their old life, and it was not unusual to walk into their shared apartment to find the equivalent of half a wardrobe littering the floor – everything from floaty summer dresses to wicked latex catsuits to enormous fur coats – atop which the couple would be reclined as Jia hissed sinful promises into her girlfriend’s ear.

For all the sordid realities offered by Club Fantasy, there wasn’t a single one which could convince Emily to part with her rediscovered body. After years of yearning for this lost life she point blank refused to give it up again and as such became one of a the rare few who remained in the same body for the whole week. Scarlit, in contrast, had spent those years constantly returning to the same body, so once presented with the chance to comb through the club’s plethora of alternative corruptions she leapt at it with uninhibited glee. Yet whereas the gulf between control and submission grew ever wider for the likes of Kiara and Lulu, for Emily and Scarlit that chasm progressively shrank. This was all down to Eliza, who would visit them regularly while leaving Kali and Troy to fuck themselves silly in her absence. With her reality-warping powers at full strength within the club’s walls, she took great pleasure in manipulating their personalities with all the quiet skill of a master potter shaping her clay. Thanks to Eliza’s tampering, both Emily and Scarlit developed psyches of two halves: one side ruthlessly Dominant, the other simperingly submissive. It was impossible to say which side would manifest at any given time, only that whenever they were in Eliza’s presence the urge to submit would overcome them both and they would spend hours thereafter worshipping their deviant Mistress.

As for Veronica and Pavlos, their week was measured in months rather than days.

Time in Club Fantasy was a fickle thing at the best of times, and with the ability to travel all across the globe in a single step it was possible to stretch a single day significantly beyond its natural length purely by accident. However, with the Sinscape at their disposal the passage of time simply ceased to matter to the club’s chosen couple.

Each morning they would awake in the bed of the honeymoon suite. Upon stepping outside they frequently found the lounge littered with bodies – some sleeping, some kissing, some fucking, all naked – through which they would pick their way towards the lift. Once or twice they managed to make the journey without being tugged down into the embrace of their horny guests, but whether fresh from bed or sweaty from fucking they would subsequently go on to traverse the club and its interconnected locations in search of depravity.

Their friends, of course, were always delighted to have them join in. After all, thanks to their link with the club both Veronica and Pavlos were undoubtedly the most passionate lovers the group had to offer. Their empathic abilities allowed them to feel the sensations of their bedroom companions, and as such they knew their transformed friends better than they knew themselves. In their presence no turn-on could be hidden, no fantasy kept secret, and while the more ruthless members of the group could fuck their lovers’ brains out, Veronica and Pavlos possessed the unique ability to fuck people right down to their soul.

Only after a long day of sinful sensuality would they return to their suite. Yet every time the lift opened they emerged not into the body-strewn lounge, but into the Sinscape. The void always took a different form: a large frothing jacuzzi with ice buckets full of wine bottles lining the edges; a fully-equipped sex dungeon bathed in red light; a luxurious candlelit bathroom with a deep tub, large shower and rose petals sprinkled across the grey tiles and soft shag rug. Each time the scene was perfect to satisfy their current fantasies, though as their desires shifted so too would the Sinscape, reforming around them to satisfy whatever new needs arose. In the endless, timeless space, they could make love almost indefinitely. Thirst and hunger were inconsequential. Sleep and exhaustion were foreign concepts. Stamina had no limit. They could simply fuck, basking in the pleasures of their friends in the outside world and burning through every deviant urge until nothing remained.

Then, after drifting into a sleep alive with impish dreams, they would awake the next morning in the bed of the honeymoon suite, ready to do things all over again.

Neither Veronica or Pavlos was ever quite sure how long they spent in the Sinscape, though according to Lena each visit equated to at least a month in real time, if not longer.

But even the Sinscape could not arrest the hands of time indefinitely, and eventually the group’s final night in Club Fantasy was upon them. Veronica couldn’t deny the pang of disappointment that curled around her heart as she and Pavlos sent out the call to summon their friends once again. It felt like a lifetime ago that they had done so the first time. And given how many different bodies she had tried out during the week, in a way it was. Many lifetimes in fact.

So why did it feel like no time at all?

It seemed Pavlos shared the sentiment. ‘I guess time really does fly when you’re having fun,’ he said as their friends filtered in. ‘Even if that fun is had in an infinite void outside of time and space where you’re constantly drowning in the sensations of all your transformed friends who are out in the real world fucking like animals in bodies moulded for them by a magic club.’ He paused. Frowned. ‘You know, I’m pretty sure that’s a sentence nobody has ever said before.’

Veronica leaned into him with a laugh, looping her arm around his waist and letting her hand come to rest on the crown of his hip.

The final seating arrangement was a twisted reflection of that first gathering.

Once again, Kiara and Lulu sat closest to the loveseat. Except this time Kiara was Kian, his hulking frame clad in pressed trousers and a crisp shirt unbuttoned down to his navel, while Lulu wore only a gleaming chastity belt against which the contents of her holes could be heard buzzing loudly. Her face was crumpled with ecstasy, though the spider gag wedged between her teeth prevented her from doing anything but drool as Kian slid his fingers into her open mouth. Beside them, Daisy and Jayden eyed Lulu’s plight with obvious enjoyment as they whispered between themselves, though Veronica noticed Daisy flush as her man mentioned how cute she would look in a chastity cage just loud enough to be heard by their neighbours, Manuel and Penny. This time the couple had invited Autumn along, albeit in the most humiliating fashion. Wrists cuffed in a spreader bar which also clamped around her neck to keep her arms raised, each hand bearing a tray of champagne glasses, and her dignity barely concealed by a set of skimpy black underwear edged with white lace reminiscent of a French maid’s uniform, Autumn contrasted starkly with her Master and Mistress who were dressed fit for a ball. Next along, Eli and Garrett had seemingly been vomited on by a Pride flag. Rainbow glitter on their cheeks and garish multi-coloured crop tops clinging tight to their slender bodies – not to mention the fishnet stockings studded with more kaleidoscopic glitter – they had gone all out in their pursuit of flamboyant effeminacy. As well as subtlety they had also done away with any sense of decorum, for both their shorts were around their ankles as Eli openly rode his man to the tune of Jia and Lika’s giggling encouragement. In Joss’s absence the lesbian lovers were lounging cat-like on the sofa, nubile bodies pressed close together as they looked up at Eli with big, hypnotic eyes. 

On the opposite sofa, Eden’s matching black sports bra and shorts did little to conceal her copious tattoos, and as she chatted with the next couple along her finger trailed between Dee’s shoulder blades, following the path of the serpentine dragon which stretched the length of her spine. Eden’s plaything was sitting beside her in an identical outfit – albeit pink rather than blank – and though she hid it well Veronica could see the suppressed lust in her eyes. This time Alina and Anton were absent, though Skye was not alone. Nor was she remotely shy. Swaddled in the same purple bathrobe, the blonde beauty was shamelessly sucking Joss’s goliath cock as the bull led most of the conversation with Eden. Occasionally pull away to speak, but mostly her head bobbed in an incessant rhythm as Joss tangled his fingers through her hair to help her swallow him deep. Further down, Lola was lying across Mick’s lap with the skirt of her schoolgirl outfit bunched above her hips and no panties to her name. The conversation she was sharing with Adira was much the same as it had been a week earlier, however her giddy babbling was now regularly punctuated by the sharp crack of Mick’s hand coming down hard on her bare ass or the shrill gasps that signalled the invasion of one or more holes with a probing fingertip. Even as she listened intently, the rise and fall of Adira’s hand never faltered as she toyed with Kristof’s sex. Kristof was returning the favour, and with the trousers of their matching Fantasy Manor pyjamas around their ankles their mutual masturbation was on show for all to see. Nearby, Sarah was similarly shameless, bending over the back of the sofa with her bare tits swinging as Harrison ploughed her hard from behind. And at the end of the sofa bets were once again being placed, albeit this time on how long Kate would last with her face clamped between Kali’s thighs before passing out. Kali herself was wearing identical lingerie to her mentor, Eliza – specifically a racy lace ensemble of bra and open crotch panties – and her lids fluttered as Kate gorged on her sex. Beside them Jade was verbally degrading her trans lover with all the filthy words she knew pushed Kate’s buttons, while Eliza and Troy were whispering similarly sordid encouragement to Kali, urging her to grind ever harder against Kate’s face.

Then there came Emily and Scarlit, like unchanging sentinels. Again they had positioned themselves at the far end of the table. Again Scarlit was lying flat on the rug holding herself up on her elbows. Again Emily fondled Scarlit’s tits as her strap-on slid in and out of her lover’s dripping slit. If Veronica hadn’t seen them so many times since, she could have easily believed that they had not moved all week and were still making love with the same tasteful subtlety and quiet sighs as when the group first disbanded.

Tonight it did not take a magical snap to draw the room’s attention. Instead all heads turned to Veronica and Pavlos as they took their place on the loveseat.

‘Thank you all for joining us again tonight,’ Pavlos said. ‘We hope you have all had a truly unforgettable week. I know I have. If nothing else, I can safely say that when I sent out the invitations to my bachelorette party, this is not how I expected things to go.’

Soft chuckles rippled through the gathering.

‘Unfortunately though, all good things come to an end, and tomorrow we will be leaving the club.’

Perhaps if their transformations had occurred at a different, more isolated location, this announcement would have resulted in more downcast faces. But after a week in the company of the Fantasy Family, everybody knew this wasn’t the end. Phoenix, Lena, Eliza and so many more besides were all living proof that they didn’t have to leave their new lives behind.

Still, the atmosphere as Veronica continued was sombre.

‘That means everybody has a choice to make. Each of us has three options. First, you can leave the club in a body of your choosing. Doing this will make the reality of that body permanent and will erase your old one for everybody beyond these walls. The Fantasy Family will remember who you used to be, but nobody else. Second, you may leave as yourselves but take one persona with you in the form of the item that caused that transformation. This way your old lives will remain intact, but you will be able to assume your chosen persona whenever you please outside of the club.’

At this Joss raised his hand. Veronica had to stifle a laugh as she took in the sight of the broad hunk waiting patiently to speak even as Skye’s salacious slobbering danced through the air. ‘Yes, Joss?’

‘Does the persona we choose have to come from the club? I know I’m not the only one who was transformed elsewhere, but I’m assuming we’re permitted to choose bodies acquired outside of Club Fantasy, right?’

Pavlos nodded. ‘Yes, that’s allowed. The club transported you to those other locations, so any transformations experienced there are fair game too.’

‘And what about the third option?’ Penny asked, one hand looped over the back of the sofa to softly grope Autumn’s ass.

Though Veronica opened her mouth to reply it was Emily who answered.

‘The third option is a life of regret. Trust me, I’ve lived it.’ As she spoke she slowed her thrusting to almost nothing and simply held Scarlit closer, as if even speaking about the past might snatch her lover away again. ‘Your memories of the club will fade, but you’ll never truly forget them. You’ll wake up every morning knowing you left something important behind, something perfect, only you won’t know what it was you gave up. All you’ll know is that a piece of you is missing and finding it again will take a miracle.’ Leaning down she placed a loving kiss on the crown of Scarlit’s head. ‘I’ve got my miracle right here. But I don’t recommend rolling the dice hoping for one of your own.’

Then Emily was thrusting sensually again, and Veronica knew at least one mind was already made up.

Pavlos surveyed the group with his deep, kind eyes. ‘Given the potential consequences of each option, we’re sure you can understand that this is a decision you must make without any magical meddling.’

‘Exactly,’ Veronica nodded. ‘So, until you make your choice, your minds will no longer be affected by the club. We know how liberating the club’s touch can be, but this has to be your choice and your choice alone.’

Raising their hands as one, Veronica and Pavlos snapped their fingers. As before the air shivered, disturbed by the wave of magic that washed through the large room. In a single breath the betrothed couple and all their guests felt their transformed personas fade away, leaving them truly themselves again for the first time since they arrived. Only the existing members of the Fantasy Family were unaffected, though even they could not suppress a shudder as the wave of energy tugged at their identities.

After a week of the club’s magic filling his soul, Vander felt hollow without it. The slight sag in Perri’s broad, muscular shoulders told him she was experiencing the same sensation. Cautious not to show how drained they felt, the couple leaned surreptitiously on one another.

Even so, the response from the rest of the group drew a smile across their faces. There was no panic, no recoiling from partners or startled shrieks as the reality of what they had become dawned. A few feminine hands slowed their stroking, a few masculine gazes shifted away from tits or curves, but on the whole the atmosphere was one of contented acceptance.

‘All that is left for us to say is thank you. Thank you for being with us this week. Me and Perri could not have asked for better friends to share our time at Club Fantasy with, and we trust you will each make the decision that is right for you.’

Then a smirk twisted Perri’s lips and she crossed her muscular arms. ‘Now I suggest you all get the fuck out of here before I start turning you into brainless sissies.’

This time her threat was rewarded by several soft groans as individuals who had faced that fate were reminded of those hedonistic hours at Pavlos’s mercy. Nevertheless, within several minutes the last batch of guests had disappeared into the lift and the couple were left alone in the sprawling suite.

For several minutes they sat in silence. Memories of the week weaved through Vander’s mind and he slipped his slender arms around Perri’s manly frame, savouring the closeness. Embracing him in return, Perri planted soft kisses on his brow, and for that brief moment Vander felt as if they were back in the Sinscape. This was the first time they’d ever been alone in the honeymoon suite as even on that first night Lena was waiting for them. But the Sinscape had always been just them and in those long, passionate visits Vander had connected with his spouse-to-be on the deep, soulful level he’d always wished for.

Perhaps that was why she could read him so easily now.

‘What’s on your mind, beautiful?’

Not so long ago, being called beautiful would have felt strange to Vander. Now it was a warm embrace around his heart.

‘This place, it’s… it’s amazing. It’s changed both our lives in ways I never realised I needed. It’s shown me that there is so much more beauty in our love than I could see, that we have so many wonderful friends there to support us. All that was true before, but the club has shown me how much I was missing. I will never forget that, and I’ll always be grateful for it, more than anything.’

‘But?’

He sighed, trying to find the words. ‘But… as hot as it all is – all the transformations and the orgies and the fetishes and fantasies bought to life – the most special part for me was being with you in the Sinscape. When the club first took us there, I was all set on being your husband. Now I long for a life as your wife, and when I imagine the future I see us visiting that place whenever the whim takes us. Just us and our love.’ Vander had to hold back the tremble in his voice. ‘But that’s the one thing we can’t take with us.’

Perri held him tighter and planted another kiss on his head. She said nothing, because there was nothing to say. Instead she simply cradled Vander in her strong, comforting arms and allowed the quiet to wash over them like a gentle tide.

Eventually Perri rose to her feet. Turning, she offered Vander her hand. ‘Come on, baby. I may not be able to give you the Sinscape, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do my best to take your mind off things. After all, it’s our last night – we should make the most of it.’

Taking her hand with a smile, Vander allowed her to lead him around the loveseat and towards the bedroom. But they both stopped abruptly when their eyes fell to the bed.

There, sat in the very centre, was a small red cushion. Atop it, a pair of gold rings. And propped against the front was a slip of white card.

Though he couldn’t say why, the sight made Vander’s heart skip. He had grown used to the club’s knack of conjuring items from thin air, but something about this felt different. Approaching the bed with a united frown, Vander felt Perri’s grip on his hand tighten as a few short lines of text became visible on the card.

Picking it up, Perri held it close for them both to read:

A parting gift for the happy couple.

The club wants you to have these.

Phoenix xo

It wasn’t hard to tell which ring was for who. Plucking them both from the cushion, Perri passed the larger one to Vander. With Vander’s ring held delicately between the thumb and index finger of her right hand, she held out her left and waited for him to do the same.

Vander’s heart was thumping as he met Perri’s eyes. ‘I love you, handsome.’

‘I love you too,’ she smiled back.

Then, slipping the rings into place as they did so, the couple leaned in to share a slow, deep kiss.

When they parted, Vander kept his eyes closed for a moment. Only when the warmth of Perri’s lips faded from his own did he open them – and beamed.

Perri’s grinning face was framed by familiar darkness. The deep grey background shifted sluggishly. Vander could hear the soft crackle of the fireplace somewhere behind him and as he span around he found warm light bathing their little island of suspended reality. The Sinscape had taken on the same form as their first visit and Vander could practically feel the bed beckoning them in. Even their attire was the same as before, with Vander in a white lace nightie and Perri in just her boxers.

But it wasn’t Perri who dragged the lithe beauty down onto the bed. It wasn’t Vander who giggled as the powerful stud’s hands started to rove. From that point on there was only Veronica, Pavlos, and their own little eternity of lust…

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The VIP lounge was buzzing with activity. The soft lights played over smiling faces, some of whom had arrived in the same room a week ago, others created by the club in the days since. Given that the wedding was set for the following week there was little need for goodbyes, which was fortunate since everybody was far too busy excitably discussing what the future held anyway.  

‘Phoenix offered me a job!’ Eden gushed to Veronica and Pavlos. ‘I’m going to be a doorwoman! Well, kind of. She said that normally the club deals with any troublemakers – you know, someone starts getting leary, they wander into the wrong backroom and bang, they’re an airhead bimbo. But now I can sort them out with these.’ She brandished a sheaf of temporary tattoos with a giddy grin. ‘If there’s anybody who needs teaching a lesson in manners, Phoenix has given me full authority to be a very ruthless teacher.’

Beside her, Dee laughed girlishly. They made an odd pair – one naturally voluptuous without a single tattoo, the other boasting silicone curves and more ink than skin – but the affection between them was palpable.

‘Can you tell she’s excited?’ Dee said, her arm hooked loosely around Eden’s waist. ‘I don’t think Phoenix knows what she’s started. Give it a few days without someone getting rowdy and innocent guests will start vanishing from the dancefloor just so my girl can have somebody to corrupt.’

Eden smirked. ‘Not at all, babe. That’s what you’ll be here for.’

‘Phoenix gave me a job too,’ Dee explained, giving an exasperated smile as Eden’s hand closed over her plump ass. ‘I’m working her personal bar. Obviously the club doesn’t actually need bar staff–’ She emphasised her point by nodding to the blood red cocktail which had appeared on the bar shortly after they arrived – ‘but she says she likes the personal touch. The bar is only open to the Fantasy Family and their guests, so nobody will be any trouble. And if our new doorwoman here doesn’t have anybody to put in their place…’

‘Then I’ll always know where to find somebody who already knows hers,’ Eden finished.

‘Well, if she ever forgets, we’d be happy to remind her,’ Penny said as she joined them.

As always, Manuel was on her arm. It was the first time all week that Veronica had seen either of them in casual wear, though the hard nubs of Penny’s nipples pressing through her t-shirt suggested she hadn’t bothered with any underwear. In truth, Veronica suspected the couple had simply thrown on the closest acceptable outfit to see everybody of, and afterwards they’d head straight back to their apartment to continue wherever they’d left off.

Not that Veronica could blame them, of course. As Penny had already explained, being in a throuple with Manuel and Autumn was about as different from her old life as a single divorcee as it was possible to get. Not only did Manuel adore her right down to her bones, but their ditzy bimbo had come to love the thrill of having two owners rather than one. Even now, Veronica knew Autumn was strapped spreadeagled to the bed, vibrating dildos sheathed in her ass and pussy, headphones pouring orgasmic groans directly into her ears, and every fibre of her soul desperate to feel their hands on her needy body once again.

As the conversation shifted to how exactly Penny and Manuel would go about putting Dee in her place, Veronica and Pavlos moved on.

They hadn’t made it more than a few steps when Elliott almost tackled to them to the floor.

‘We must have done something right,’ Veronica laughed as he hugged them both tight.

‘Or this is the least threatening kidnapping in history,’ Pavlos replied.

Ignoring them, Elliott squeezed tighter. ‘I don’t think I ever said thank you. Without this place I don’t know if I would ever have accepted who I really am. And without you guys inviting your antisocial loner friend, I never would have come here in the first place. So really, thank you.’

Finally letting them go, Elliott’s smile scrunched his cheeks up into his eyes. The sight made Veronica’s heart swell: before this week, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him happy.

‘It’s nice to see you smiling,’ Pavlos said.

‘Well, I’ll definitely be doing a lot more of it from now on. Lena put me in contact with some other guys the club has helped come to terms with their sexualities, and she’s promised they’ll show me all the things I’ve been missing. Plus, thanks to the club I now have two bodies to play with rather than one.’ He patted his pocket proudly where Eli’s tapered gold earrings peeked over the top. ‘Oh, and then there’s the new gig at Lake Fantasy.’

‘New gig?’ Pavlos asked.

Nodding excitedly, Elliott pointed to Gabby. The young woman was stood near the bar chatting with London, Mick, Adira and Kristof. ‘It was Gabby’s idea. We fell in love with that place this week, but according to Lena every winter its always empty. I guess nobody wants to stay at a lake when its frozen over and you’re stuck indoors thanks to the snow. So rather than leave the lake deserted, Gabby offered to be a seasonal groundskeeper over winter.’ Elliott flushed a little. ‘Or rather, Garrett did.’

Veronica raised an eyebrow. ‘Would we be correct to assume he won’t be spending the winter there alone?’

Elliott bit his lip, one hand rising to toy with the earrings through his pocket. ‘Maybe.’

Just then, Gabby herself beckoned the three of them over. ‘Oh, Veronica, you have to hear this,’ she said when they reached the bar. ‘Go on, Adira, tell them what you just told me.’

Given that the buxom blonde had remained in the same body all week, the impish gleam in her eye was very familiar. ‘We’re setting up a hypnotherapy practice.’

Next to her, Kristof chuckled. ‘Don’t you mean a mind control practice?’

Adira slapped him playfully before continuing, her whole body buzzing with excitement. ‘Ignore him. It’s not mind control, not really. It’s just a way of expanding the horizons of my patients. Here, look.’

A small handbag barely larger than a purse sat on the bar beside Adira. Popping it open she slipped her hand inside – then her wrist, then her forearm, then everything up to the shoulder. If the bag’s opening was any bigger she might have fallen in completely. By rights she should have been rooting around the shelves beneath the bar, but when she removed her hand she was holding a glass jar filled with pink wax. An unused wick stuck from the stop of the candle.

‘Remember those perfumes we’ve been using to change psyches all week? This thing is made of the same stuff just in wax form. I’m going to specialise my practice in people with sexual anxiety, just like I had before I came here. All I’ll have to do is burn a few of these during our session, and I’ll melt all their nerves without them even realising I’m doing it. Then if they want to thank me for my help… well, every job has to have a few perks, right?’

‘And you’re in on this?’ Pavlos asked Kristof.

The athletic man shrugged. ‘Whether she wants to admit she’ll be fucking with people’s mind or not–’ For this he got another slap, but continued anyway– ‘she’s not the only one who felt lost and anxious about sex before this. Besides, if she’s busy mindfucking–’ Adira’s raised fist prompted Kristof to correct himself quickly. ‘Sorry, expanding the horizons of her clients, she’s going to need a receptionist to keep track of her appointments.’ He shrugged again. ‘Doesn’t sound like a bad job if you ask me.’

‘Hang on a minute.’ Mick was frowning, and despite his roguish masculine features Veronica could still see echoes of Maddie in his expression. ‘You mean you’re leaving as Adira and you’re taking the perfumes too, isn’t that cheating?’

Never one to miss a trick, London answered before the blonde could do so. ‘Nah, not cheating. Just bending the rules. The perfume – and therefore those candles – don’t cause a physical transformation. They alter your mind, but your body remains the same. And I’ll bet the effects are temporary too. Which means not only will your patients keep coming back whenever the nerves start returning again, but those candles don’t count as a true transformation. Am I right?’

Adira simply grinned.

‘Sneaky,’ Mick admitted. ‘Well, while you’re doing very unprofessional things with your patients, now that I’ve signed on with Limitless I’ll be using this big cock on a squealing little slut and getting paid for it.’ With a grin he seized his crotch and massaged it slowly.

London laughed. ‘You know, for a guy who was desperate to get his tits and pussy back at the start of the week, you’ve really gone native.’

Mick pulled a face of mock affront. ‘Says the antisocial bookworm who just took a job as one of Grant Foster’s girls. Girl, you even packed Lola’s lingerie so you can strut about in her body as well as your own. From now on you’re going to be spending your nights grinding against poles both on stage and in bed, and you’re criticising me for becoming a porn model? Maybe I fucked out more of your brains than I realised this week.’

Leaving the besties turned fuck buddies to squabble while Pavlos and Adira discussed her new business venture further, Veronica moved on.

A little way down the bar, Jia, Lee, Jo and Jade were chatting together. As she drew closer their conversation gave Veronica déjà vu.

‘Just wait until I’ve got a needy slut squealing on the end of my cock,’ Jade was saying, thrusting into thin air as she mimed spanking the whore in question. ‘Limitless are going to have a new star model once I hit the screen, I guarantee it. Especially now Korra has agreed to let me pound Kate until she breaks for my first scene.’

‘Dream on,’ Jia said, her blazing red hair almost glowing in the bar’s lights. ‘I’m sure you’ll have plenty of fans, but once me and Lika drop our first scene you’ll be begging to play with the real stars.’

Jade snorted. ‘Oh really? And what about Lee?’ she asked, gesturing to Jia’s boyfriend. ‘Does he not count? Or was it just that he couldn’t decide whether he preferred having a cock or a cunt and decided to pack Lika to keep his options open?’

Though her words were barbed there was no malice in Jade’s voice. On the contrary, she eyed both Lee’s athletic physique and Jia’s sultry curves with an edge of hunger in her expression, clearly hoping the offer to play with any version of the couple onscreen was a genuine one. 

In the end it was Jo who answered. A gold chain was looped around her wrist as a bracelet. During the week she had learned that Joss only came out to play when she slipped the chain around her neck. Still, she enjoyed keeping the chain somewhere visible on her person, for it served as a constant reminder to anybody who knew the truth of the magic it held that she could unleash her inner bull at a moment’s notice.

‘I know you wouldn’t understand anything about true love, Jade, but as it happens Jia adores Lee no matter what body he’s in. Besides, you’re one to talk about indecisiveness. You haven’t actually signed on to Limitless, have you? Just like you haven’t signed on to perform at Grant’s clubs. You just want to be a freelancer who can switch from one to the other when the whim suits you. Tell me again, what was that you said about keeping your options open?’

Jade immediately began spluttering some excuse or another, but Veronica’s attention had shifted elsewhere before she could hear it.

The remaining members of the group were all arranged on a cluster of sofas. Joining them, Veronica took a seat beside Sarah as she addressed the others excitedly.

‘I want to see all of you there. Seriously, it’s going to be incredible, and just wait until you see all the equipment we’re going to have.’

‘What’s this?’ Veronica asked.

Noticing her for the first time, Sarah span around and seized her hands. ‘Our gym! Me, Harrison and Carolina are opening our own gym.’

Nearby, Emily raised an eyebrow. ‘If by gym you mean sex club, then sure.’

Sarah waved the comment away. ‘Semantics. People will still get fit, won’t they? Doesn’t really matter if they can’t remember how they’re losing the weight.’ In response to Veronica’s questioning look Sarah ploughed on enthusiastically. ‘Our gym will be like this place. Everybody knows Club Fantasy is the wildest night around, but if you ask anybody who’s been here what actually happened it’s all just a drunken blur. Obviously, that’s the club’s way of keeping its magic under wraps, and Fantasy Gym will be the same. While you’re inside you’ll be thrown into whichever body the gym wants to give you. After that our friendly staff–’ Sarah pointed to herself – ‘get to put you through your paces, so to speak. Then when you leave your ‘workout’ will just become a blur.’

‘Like I said: sex club.’ Emily was only half-listening to the discussion. The rest of her focus was on Scarlit, who was lying with her head in Emily’s lap. Veronica’s friend stroked her lover’s hair fondly, smiling as she did so.

Veronica doubted either woman would be showing their faces in Fantasy Gym. Emily had already explained they would not be getting involved with Limitless, or Grant Foster, or any of the other orgasmic opportunities available to them. As far as Emily was concerned, every day she’d spent away from Scarlit was an unforgivable sin, and she was determined to spend all the days from now on atoning for them by providing Scarlit with sins of the unforgettable kind instead. There was nothing either woman wanted more than to spend the rest of their lives together, so that’s exactly what they intended to do. No modelling or stripping. No fucking every lover they could lay their hands on. Just the life of passion they had very nearly missed out on.

As Veronica watched, Emily closed her eyes and sighed happily. Veronica smiled: she was pretty sure she knew whose the next wedding would be.

It was Kian’s gruff voice that drew Veronica back into the conversation. ‘Well I for one think it sounds like a great idea. Rest assured, me and Lulu will be regular visitors, won’t we babe?’

Lulu didn’t reply directly. She couldn’t – the bright red ball gag saw to that. Like everybody else her attire was casual, composed of a faded t-shirt and cropped leggings. But the obedient sub now followed every order her Master gave to the letter, so when he’d told her to open wide and buckled the gag into place before the came down to the lounge, she had obliged without question. Now she simply nodded meekly from her position kneeling on the floor between his knees.

Chuckling, Kian patted her head. The broad bull was a far cry from the dainty blonde who had walked into the honeymoon suite a week earlier, though Veronica knew they hadn’t seen the last of Kiara for two reasons. First, while the thrill of masculinity was one Kendall found clearly intoxicating, she had openly stated that she loved being eaten out by her pet fat too much to give up her femininity forever. And second, when Veronica and Pavlos finally left the Sinscape last night Kian had been waiting for them with a request: could the club keep Kiara’s body just for him, like it had for Scarlit over the years? That way he could leave in his preferred male body, but any time he and Lulu visited the club a fresh stick of Subtle Seduction would be waiting to set Kiara free.

Using the final few wisps of the club’s magic still lingering in their souls, Veronica and Pavlos had been happy to grant Kian’s wish.

‘And what about you three?’ Veronica asked the trio sat on the opposite sofa. ‘Will you be going to Fantasy Gym?’

Daisy and Juliet were coiled up in the corner of the sofa kissing softly. The voluptuous trans stunner was on the bottom with her slender cis amour laid out atop her. Both their hands were roving over one another, and this did not stop as they parted lips to reply.

‘I don’t see why not,’ Daisy said. ‘Maybe it will distract this hot little thing long enough for me to fuck her instead of the other way around.’

‘Hey, I’m not that needy to be Jayden,’ Juliet complained.

‘Oh, really, what was it you said last night? ‘I’ll leave as myself, Daisy, but I think I’ll probably wear Jayden most of the time once we’ve left’.’ Daisy’s imitation of her lover was not flattering, but her voice softened as she continued. ‘You don’t get it yet, do you? I don’t want Jayden. I just want you. Whatever body you’re in.’ Then a sly smirk edged over her face. ‘And I have to say, I’ve become quite partial to fucking this tight pussy of yours.’

With that they were kissing again, Daisy’s hand having disappeared down the front of Juliet’s jeans.

The final occupant of the sofa, Skye, picked up where they left off. ‘I’ll definitely be going. Sarah says they’re opening in the city, so it’s not too far from Anton and Alina’s apartment. They’ve given me a key, so I can crash with them whenever I like.’

‘Are you and them…?’ Veronica trailed off, allowing the implication to finish the question.

Skye shook her head. ‘No. At least not like Penny is with Manuel and Autumn. I guess we’re like friends with benefits. Same with me and Joss. And hopefully I’ll be able to find others to meet up with regularly too. I guess…’ She paused, trying to find the right words. Then she smiled. ‘I guess before the club I was so focused on finding ‘the One’ I never thought about the alternative. That maybe there isn’t just one person out there for me. Maybe I can be loved by multiple people in multiple different ways. Alina, Anton, Joss, and whoever else comes along next who I connect with. They’re all my One. I think I like that.’

Veronica liked that too. Skye had explained about Seth’s breakup during the week, and Veronica’s heart had broken knowing her friend had gone through such torment in silence. Now the true contentment in Skye’s voice healed the pieces together again.

Slowly but surely, the group began to dwindle. Their friends left in twos and threes until Veronica and Pavlos found themselves alone.

But they knew better than to leave just yet. Not with the familiar cocktail still sitting unclaimed on the bar. And just as they’d expected, no sooner had the trio disappeared through the door than the sound of clicking heels met their ears.

Phoenix was wearing the same sequined black dress as when they first met. Just as before, it cupped her plump tits into enticing cleavage and hugged her stunning curves tight enough to make both bride and groom salivate. She eyed them with the same cunning smile, only now the expression made vastly more sense.

But this time Phoenix was not alone.

Kali had obviously dressed to impress. Her crisp white blouse was complimented by a dark pinstripe skirt which descended to her knees, and her short heels were polished to a mirror gleam. However, what had started out looking professional was now anything but. Only half her blouse was still tucked in, the rest hanging out from her crumpled skirt. Unbuttoned down to her midriff, one shoulder had been tugged off to expose her sheer white lingerie, and livid lovebites trailed down from her neck to her breast. Her tights were more ladder than nylon, her hair was wild and dishevelled, and the bright red lipstick she had no doubt applied to perfection was smeared all across her cheeks and chin.

When contrasted with Phoenix’s pristine appearance, it was clear who had been serving whom.

Veronica’s questioning frown was answered by Phoenix’s devilish chuckle. ‘Oh, me and Eliza worked out a little arrangement. Kali is all hers in the evenings, but by day she belongs to me. When she turned the role of my assistant down the first time I knew she’d be back eventually, and there’s no way I was letting her slip through my fingers a second time. As you can see, her first day on the job is going very well indeed.’

These last words were laced with sordid implications. Kali bit her lip and squirmed where she stood, apparently already deep enough under Phoenix’s thrall that just the mention of their time together was enough to turn her on.

Claiming the cocktail, Phoenix sipped it appreciatively. ‘I trust you and your guests all enjoyed your stay?’

The couple nodded.

‘Absolutely. We can’t thank you enough for everything you’ve done for us,’ Pavlos said.

‘You don’t have to. You’re here because you deserve to be. All of you. Joining the Fantasy Family is an honour, but it’s who you were in your old lives that earned you that honour. Me, Lena, all our friends, we simply helped you reach your potential. If anybody deserves thanks, it’s you. Without people like you this club would be like any other.’ Raising her glass, she tilted it in their direction. ‘Special souls like yours are what keeps the magic alive.’

Veronica and Pavlos didn’t know what to say. But Phoenix wasn’t finished.

‘Which is exactly why I’m going to be making some adjustments to your wedding.’ Snapping her fingers she held out her free hand. In response Kali fumbled in her pocket and produced a slip of card which she passed to Phoenix, who in turn passed it to Veronica.

The message was written in an elegant hand:

You are cordially invited to the wedding of Veronica and Pavlos.

We would love for you to join us for our big day at Fantasy Resort.

Travel arrangements will be made on your behalf.

A thousand questions rushed through Veronica’s mind, but before she could voice any of them Phoenix held up a silencing hand.

‘While you were busy in the Sinscape last night, I took the liberty of making a little tweak to your new reality. In this timeline all your friends and family received one of these invitations months ago. And no, don’t worry, the resort won’t be turning your loved ones into mindless hedonists once they arrive. Well, at least not unless they already know about the magic it holds,’ she corrected, unable to suppress a smirk. ‘Everything is in hand. In fact, I’m handling it personally. You don’t have to worry about a thing. Like I said, we want to thank you. And I can think of no better way than giving you the perfect wedding you both deserve.’

Unable to express her gratitude any other way, Veronica flung herself at Phoenix and hugged her tight. Fighting back elated tears she only pulled back in order to kiss the wonderful woman passionately on the lips.

Only when she could no longer go without air did Veronica stop. Even the usually perfectly composed Phoenix was left panting, her stunning tits heaving as Veronica pressed their brows together.

‘Thank you. I don’t know how we’ll ever be able to repay you.’

The amusement was plain in Phoenix’s voice. ‘Oh, don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll think of something.’

With that the busty blonde extricated herself gently from Veronica’s embrace and snapped her fingers at Kali. ‘Come on, newbie, it’s time we got back to work. I still have dozens of flights to arrange and I always focus best with a pretty face between my thighs.’ Casting them a sly wink she finished her drink. ‘Safe journey, lovebirds. I’ll see you at the altar.’

Then they were alone again. Veronica tangled her fingers in Pavlos’s. Despite his newfound masculinity he still wore the engagement ring Vander had proposed with, which had expanded to fit his thicker fingers. Now the diamond once again rested on Veronica’s skin, this time accompanied by the magic gold of his Sinscape ring.

‘So, what now?’ she asked. ‘I always thought Club Fantasy would just be a fun night and then things would go back to normality. But I don’t think normality is even a thing anymore, and I have no idea what comes next.’

Pavlos’s eyes sparkled as he squeezed her hand. ‘How exciting,’ he breathed.

Though Veronica hadn’t thought it possible to love him more, in that moment somehow she did. Because Pavlos was right: it was the uncertainty that made life so special. In the end, she supposed that’s all living really was – just one unknown after another strung together into this weird, wonderful thing people called life. Nobody ever knew where their story was going, not really. But even when heading into uncharted waters you could hope and you could dream. And maybe that’s what being alive was all about. Hoping. Dreaming. Loving.

As she stared into Pavlos’s eyes, Veronica silently thanked the club for choosing them. Squeezing his hand back, she stretched up to kiss him affectionately on the tip of the nose. Despite his masculine body, his happy smile was just as adorable as Perri’s ever had been.

‘Come on, baby, let’s go,’ she said. ‘I might not know what comes next, but there’s nobody I’d rather share it with than you.’

A moment later the VIP lounge was empty and still, as it would remain until the next group of guests arrived to taste the magical pleasures waiting for them within Club Fantasy’s erotic embrace…

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Thanks for reading!

Well, that was a wild ride. In the end, Club Fantasy finished up as the longest Fantasy Universe series I have ever written, and part of me is actually amazed I managed to finish it in time for release. As I write this in mid-July I have spent the past two weeks editing the massive 250 page first draft, which in turn has taken me near enough a full year to get written. Granted there were periods when I was unable to work on this series due to real life commitments, but even so it has taken up pretty much all of my spare time since late April/early May, at which point I had only written about half of the chapters I had planned. There were times when I thought I would have to cut one or two chapters to hit the August deadline, so I’m extremely pleased that it didn’t come to that.

As always, my thanks go to Mara Mischief for the original inspiration provided by her Mischief Manor miniseries. None of Fantasy Universe would exist without that series, and I will always be indebted to Mara for giving me her blessing to put my own spin on the concept. Additionally, I would like to offer my thanks to Papa Dragon as well. Papa doesn’t produce as much content as he used to, however in the past he has kindly designed the promotional images for Fantasy Resort and Fantasy Manor, as well as other standalone stories. While this year I opted to create those promo images myself, I took direct inspiration from his work, and so I feel it is only fair to thank him for that.

In the interest of transparency, I will say that I do have some very loose plans for at least one more Fantasy Universe series, maybe more. Having said that, these are very much in their infancy, and I can say for certain that I have no intention of releasing one next summer. Real life commitments would make doing so effectively impossible, and I simply refuse to put any more pressure on myself than that which I know will be coming over the next 6-12 months. Quite apart from that, as much as I do enjoy writing longform content and I am extremely pleased with how this series turned out, I am very much looking forward to diving into some shorter stories once again. At present I only have a single story in my backlog awaiting publication, so for the foreseeable future I shall be focused on building that back up before even considering a longer series. There is the possibility I would do a few standalone Fantasy Universe pieces in the meantime, but I don’t have solid plans for any of those at present.

Regardless of how long it takes me to return to Fantasy Universe, I shall continue to deliver a steady stream of sordid smut in the meantime. Which brings me to my updated release schedule. As of next week, I’ll be back to one story per week for the most part. Halloween and Christmas may see one or two extra thrown into the mix, but other than that I’ll be releasing on a purely weekly basis.

And now all that’s left to say is that I truly hope you’ve enjoyed your time in Club Fantasy. It has been a genuine pleasure guiding you through the stories of the happy couple and their friends. And if you ever pass by, be sure to pay Phoenix and her corruptive club a visit. You never know what new pleasures might be waiting for you inside…

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Image galleries and associated models (in order of appearance):

Lena Paul – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/hot-milf-lena-paul-fondles-her-big-tits-before-sexual-intercourse-98675843/

Collage:

• Upper left: Coco Lovelock, Kenna James & Oliver Flynn – https://www.pornhat.com/albums/47304/fuckhole/
• Upper middle: Lily Starfire & Victor Ray – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/ebony-stripper-lily-starfire-exposes-her-big-tits-and-gets-nailed-from-behind-16079399/
• Upper right: Jessy Dubai & Colby Jansen – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/transsensual-featuring-colby-jansen-jessy-dubai-porn-pics-47558777/
• Centre left: Leana Lovings & Maximo Garcia – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/nerdy-brunette-getting-dominated-and-fucked-hard-in-the-theatre-43380821/
• Centre: Emily Willis, Angela White & Kira Noir (foreground); Markus Dupree, Rob Piper, Eric John, Alex Mack, Jason Moody & Isiah Maxwell (background) – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/busty-pornstar-angela-white-her-kinky-friends-get-fucked-in-a-bondage-orgy-99726780/
• Centre right: Destiny Mira & Vince Karter – https://www.pornhat.com/albums/128822/family-cheaters-3-episode-3-family-lies/
• Lower left: Canela Skin & Alberto Blanco – https://www.pornhat.com/albums/50806/summer-dress-sensation/
• Lower middle: Drew Dixon & Tayler Tash – https://www.boyspornpics.com/gallery/img1789837-taylors-pov-of-drew-worsh.html
• Lower right: Maitland Ward, Aubrey Kate, Destiny Cruz & Pierce Paris – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/maitland-ward-watches-her-students-aubrey-kate-destiny-cruz-get-ass-fucked-62319220/

Bonnie Rotten & Riley Reid – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/lesbian-riley-reid-sucks-and-fucks-a-tattooed-slut-bonnie-rottens-strapon-73682614/

Sarah Banks & Slim Poke – https://www.pornhat.com/albums/16448/naughty-girlfriend-deepthroat-and-fucks-a-huge-cock/

Adira Allure & Markus Dupree – https://www.pornhat.com/albums/30213/she-wants-to-know/

Lexi Luna & Brad Newman – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/milf-secretary-lexi-luna-gets-laid-by-a-handsome-intern-on-her-office-chair-92047204/

Skye Blue & Jason Luv – https://www.pornhat.com/albums/8930/bbc-to-go/

Austin Young & Mr. Armstrong (aka Alex Killian) – https://www.boyspornpics.com/gallery/img439336-austin-can-t-resist-putti.html

Lola Fae & Nathan Bronson – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/sexy-babe-lola-fae-has-wild-sex-with-a-hunky-man-after-facesitting-him-69264961/

Daisy Taylor & Amone Bane – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/trans-angels-performed-by-amone-bane-daisy-taylor-porn-pics-72336631/

Jax Slayher, Skylar Vox, Pressure & Gabbie Carter – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/naturally-busty-teens-gabbie-carter-skylar-vox-get-fucked-by-2-black-bulls-10463497/

Jade Venus, Vanessa Vega, Eva Maxim & Jessy Dubai – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/trans-angels-featuring-eva-maxim-jade-venus-jessy-dubai-porn-pics-25849241/

Lulu Chu & Dan Damage – https://www.pornpics.com/galleries/vixen-performed-by-dan-damage-lulu-chu-naked-xxx-83562704/

Jia Lissa & Gizelle Blanco – https://www.pornhat.com/albums/116526/hungry-jia-licks-every-inch-of-sweet-gizelles-body/

Eliza Ibarra, Ariana Marie & Emily Willis – https://www.pornhat.com/albums/58887/driver/

Veronica Leal & Raul Costa – https://www.pornhat.com/albums/32274/september-2020-fantasy-of-the-month/

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Phoenix Marie – https://cdni.pornpics.com/1280/7/300/54868619/54868619_004_f4e6.jpg