Helena looked over the city from her high-rise penthouse. The points and streaks of electric light danced and sparkled, arranged in its tidy grid, its machinery chugging along toward ends that no single cog could wrap its head around. She smiled at the clockwork beauty and sipped her martini.

  The tick-tock of her heels against the African Bckwood floor soundtracked her migration over to her desk. She was the very image of a powerful woman. Her simple outfit, made up of a button-up, pencil skirt, and heels cost more than tuition at a state college, and her thong alone was more than twice that.

  She crossed her legs and kept her martini gss aloft as she initiated a meeting on her computer. Four anonymous silhouettes filled the video chat screens. The co-conspirators briefly greeted one-another before getting down to business.

  “What intel have you acquired?” one of the featureless heads asked.

  With pleasure in her voice, Helena answered, “Bckwall is off the board.”

  “Dead?” they asked.

  “Doubtful,” she specuted. “It is more likely that anomalous zone magenta-sixteen has entrapped him somehow. Either way, it has been confirmed; he is no longer a factor.”

  “Excellent.”

  “There’s more,” she added. “A four-person squad has been freshly minted at magenta-sixteen, incursion point twenty-seven. There profiles are… interesting. They show a high affinity for their anomalous zone’s conditions and already breached the hero boundary yesterday.”

  “Likelihood of disclosure?”

  “Projections are very high. It is likely that they already have pns to break the masquerade,”

  “Troubling. What is your recommendation? Perhaps we should neutralize them now.”

  “I’m not so sure about that,” Helena argued. “I’ve just forwarded their files for you to look over. My analysts have suggested they would be excellent candidates to py the light-bringers. Their optics would py quite well, especially with younger people and progressives.”

  “Four twenty-something lesbians?” one of them scoffed. “One of them is even a transsexual? It’ll py great in my browser history, but don’t you think it will be controversial? Especially given the perverted nature of that anomalous zone, it’s a reach.”

  “Controversy is exactly what we need,” Helena rebuked. “Young people will rally to support them just to defy homophobes. As soon as they hit the public eye, we should make disgracing them the sole talking point of conservative media and turn it into a culture war issue. Half the country will love them, and the other half will talk of them ceaselessly. Conservatives will be cmoring for a Christian white man as an alternate light-bringer so vehemently that once we give them one, they’ll see him as a god. The point is, people will be so busy debating over the identity politics of them, that it will steamroll over the initial shock of magic.”

  Another talking head spoke up. “What you propose is promising. You do realize, though, that this moves up our timeline significantly.”

  “I know,” she said with a reverence that was missing when talking to the other figures. “What we gain, though, pusible deniability. There’s no knowing how long it could be before candidates like this come up organically. They’ll be breaking the masquerade and stepping into their heroic roles all on their own without any knowledge of us. This leave no chance of leaks or betrayals.”

  The figure breathed deeply through his nose, deciding. Finally, he said, “You may proceed with your hands-off approach. Just know: there will be no second chances.”

  …

  >Now pying: Change — Big Thief

  The party members were all making themselves presentable and getting their pns straight. Sabrina took a break from this, as the music coming from Alice’s room was beginning to worry her. She peaked her head threw the open door in time to catch her singing along to “Could I feel happy for you, when I hear you talk with her like we used to?”

  On its own, this wouldn’t be too concerning. Sabrina liked Big Thief as much as the next gal. Hell, even Oneira did, apparently. However, the two songs Alice pyed before it were Habit by Rosie Tucker and Not Doing Good by Rosie Tucker. It was as though she’d set out to make a ‘pining for your ex’ pylist.

  “Hey girl, you doing okay?” Sabrina asked.

  Alice pyed innocent, answering, “Nothing.”

  Sabrina looked at her threw upturned eyebrows. “Come on. I know what a pity-party sounds like.”

  Alice sighed. “I don’t know… it’s just… what if I invite Courtney?”

  Sabrina’s face fell ft. “Courtney… I guess, hypothetically, I’d have to punch you in the face.”

  “That’s so mean,” Alice protested.

  “I thought so, too. But as you might recall, you made me pinky-promise that I’d punch you in the face if you ever texted her again. A promise is a promise.”

  Alice put her hands over her face, which she turned straight up to groan and wine. “I know! Why, though? Why can’t things be different, this time? I’m different.”

  “Alice, I’ve know you a long time, babe. You’re exactly the same bad bitch you’ve always been. You just look a little different, now. Changing is what bodies do though. It isn’t what people do. I promise that no matter how many jellies you shove into her, Courtney will be exactly who she’s always been.”

  “Good! I love her,” Alice argued, unconvincingly.

  Sabrina gave a ‘you poor thing’ look, and sat next to Alice on the bed, giving a shoulder to lean on. “You don’t love her. You love who you want her to be, and who you want to be when you’re with her. You’ve got a very selective memory when it comes to her. It’s sort of like childbirth; you know the way mothers forget how horrible it was and want to do it again? So, let me refresh your memory. Courtney is fun, and she’s cute, and wherever she goes she has a new best friend in like five minutes. That’s how she sucks you into her vortex; she’s like a drug. She seems so sure of herself that you just want to impress her, and live up to her. So then she starts insisting that you’re an autumn when we both know you’re a summer, and gets you to change your career, and convinces you without two weeks that you’re running away to Spain together. That is, until you find out she’s actually running away with some other girl she just met to Thaind. She’s so self-assured, but all you can do is doubt yourself when you’re with her. She’ll lie about something you know isn’t true and make you feel like a crazy bitch for doubting her. She’ll keep you up until five in the morning on a date that swings wildly between the best night of your life and terrified for your life. All she ever does is use you, and you end up feeling like you’ve aged a decade after spending a month riding her emotional rollercoaster.”

  Alice took a deep breath, internalizing Sabrina’s words. “Wow. You really had that ready.”

  “This is like the fifth time I’ve had to talk you down from this ledge,” Sabrina reminded her.

  “I know,” Alice said. “I just… wish I could get that feeling, without all of the baggage that comes with it.”

  “She’s very good at simuting the feeling love in people. I promise you, Alice, the real thing will come along, and it will take your breath away. What I have with Jade is all still new, but I know in my heart it’s the real deal. There’s nothing else like it, and I want you to get to experience it, too. That won’t happen, though, if you let Courtney sink her hooks into you.”

  Alice thanked Sabrina, and they shared a heartfelt hug. Sabrina felt that she’d really helped her friend, and that warmed her heart. More confident that Alice would be okay, Sabrina left her to finish getting ready.

  The day would be spent reaching out to potential recruits, while also throwing together a big party on short notice. The pn was to get a whole bunch of lesbians together at one party, and then reveal magic and dole out jellies there. To Sabrina, this meant absolute chaos. Arranging such a rge party on the day-of was what she considered a logistical nightmare.

  Jade, on the other hand, felt that it was no big deal. Pulling a handle of tequi from a shelf at Costco, she boasted, “Do you know how many times I’ve done this? Throwing a party together is a piece of cake. You basically just get extra fun groceries.”

  “You have to buy all this shit, get like a million people to drop what they’re doing for a same-day invite, get a whole venue ready, and somehow have social battery left over by the time it actually starts,” Sabrina compined.

  Jade shrugged. “Meh. Sloan’s handling the venue, which she seemed excited about in some cryptic way, and same-day is exactly the right time to get invited to a party. The st thing I want is to realize there’s a party I already agreed to like a week ago. As far as social battery? Even if you didn’t have, like, stat-points poured into keeping your chemicals banced, that’s what alcohol is for.”

  “I don’t know,” Sabrina said, unsure. “I guess I’m just nervous. We’re dropping a huge bomb tonight. There isn’t really a precedent for how a whole crowd is gonna react to finding out magic is real and then having life-changing power handed over on a whim. We’re totally starting a cult.”

  “Good,” Jade replied cheerily. “It’s the best cult ever. Let’s all bow down and worship the one true god: your pussy.”

  “I… it’s not the cult of my pussy,” Sabrina chuckled out.

  Jade gave a look of fake concern. “It’s not? Then I quit. Legitimately, none of this will work unless you fsh your pussy.”

  “In what way does that possibly make sense?” Sabrina asked, incredulous.

  “Trust me,” Jade assured her. “When you make the big announcement, fsh your pussy and it’ll all go over easily. I’ll show mine first, for solidarity.”

  Sabrina rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a grin. “You’ll show yours because you’re a pervert.”

  “Yes.”

  “Why do I have to make the announcement anyway?” Sabrina asked, bending over the shopping cart to bury her face in her arms. “Can’t you do it?”

  “You started this, Bean. It can only be you. People will listen to you,” Jade told her, reverently. “Especially if your pussy is out when you do it. Oh! Your dick, too! You should start by stripping and showing off your WAP, and then bring out your dick like you’re Steve Jobs showing the first iPhone. Then you’ll put it on and be like ‘straps are a thing of the past,” and the toss it out to the crowd for people to try on.”

  Sabrina stared bnkly at Jade. “I’m not doing that.”

  Jade made three ‘tsk’s and said, “It’s like you’re allergic to good ideas. You’ll never be a good cult leader if you don’t listen to your top advisor.”

  It was a good thing the party had collected a small fortune in gold and silver. Jade insisted on buying enough liquor and mixers to cater a wedding. This was in addition to a portable fttop girl and the ingredients for a ‘build-your-own-taco’ station, as well as gourmet finger-foods.

  Then there were balloons, streamers, lights, and a selfie stand with props. Sabrina argued against the st part, insisting that it was an awful idea to encourage posting about the party on social media. Jade pointed out that the info was getting out no matter what, so they might as well lean into it. This time tomorrow, the world would be a very different pce.

  Sabrina didn’t know what to expect as she and Jade brought the party supplies to the address Sloan texted them. It was only a couple blocks away from the apartment, though tucked away in backroads she’d never gone down. Where she arrived, unceremoniously enough, was an old gym.

  “Gd to see you made it,” Sloan greeted outside, already grabbing groceries from the hatchback.

  “I don’t get it,” Sabrina said, seeking an expnation.

  “What’s not to get?” Sloan asked cheekily.

  “Why are we throwing the party in some stinky old gym?” Sabrina prodded.

  Sloan fished a set of keys from her breasts and unlocked the heavy front door. “Isn’t it obvious? Because I bought it. Welcome to our new headquarters.”

  Sabrina stepped in, perplexed. In the center of the room was a boxing ring. On the far end, there were benches and weights, while on the closer side there were an assortment of cardio machines. Running between the two sides, there were rubber mats, rge ropes connected to poles, and punching bags.

  Sloan expined, “This gym is where I first learned to fight. It’s always been a safe pce for lesbians, going way back. The owner was looking to retire, so I liquidated some assets and got us a pce to train and convene. It’s not like we could have all the girls I invited meet at the apartment.”

  “Huh,” Sabrina said, taking it all in. “I like it. Nice one.”

  “I thought you might,” Sloan gloated.

  Sloan gave the tour, and then the three of them began setting up for the party. In the middle of helping Jade stock the bar, Sabrina felt a strange empty aching. Like a phantom limb, her hellmouth, which wasn’t corporeal at the moment, began to rumble and let Sabrina know that it was hungry.

  Sabrina flushed with embarrassment and irritation, and expined her situation. Sloan offered a solution. “I just bred some slimes. Red mentioned that they make a good… snack, for it? You can take a few to the back and, um, eat them.”

  Sabrina thanked Sloan, and apologized for not thinking ahead. The needs of a succubus were a lot to get used to. Sabrina went into the locker room, undressed, and transformed.

  The sensation that hit Sabrina reminded her of what happens if she spends too long sitting and working on something, only to stand up and realize she’d gone the whole day without eating. The difference here was that her hunger was an inhuman level of arousal.

  The demonic Sabrina gorged herself on four slimes in rapid succession. The feeling of the slime cores popping through the passage of her lower mouth made her shudder deliciously.

  The hellmouth in her old body was like a bottomless abyss. This one was a highly sensitive and tight pocket, which stretched to accommodate anything that it consumed, feeling like a balloon. Over the course of a few minutes, the slimes’ essence was absorbed, and her hellmouth emptied.

  Sabrina huffed, unsatisfied. Still naked and demonic, she stepped out of the locker room to wave Jade over to her. Jade sauntered towards her, looking smug with Sabrina’s massive and raging cock bulging out of her skirt.

  “Had a feeling you’d be calling on me,” Jade said, before softly kissing her girlfriend’s neck.

  Jade’s kisses made Sabrina shiver, and she kept on supplying them on the way deeper into the locker room. Then, Sabrina took control. She guided Jade to lie back on the edge of the bench on the middle of the room.

  Jade’s legs were folded up onto her as though Sabrina pnned on taking the Living Dildo and fucking her with it. She did no such thing. Instead, Sabrina stood next to the bench, with her knees bent slightly to lower herself. Once she was aligned, she took her cock into her pussy and began grinding back and forth.

  Amazon position. Jade never thought she’d be on the receiving end of it. Experiencing it first hand, she couldn’t believe that she’d ever let something silly like not having a penis keep her from it for so long.

  When Sabrina had the gigantic cock jilted in her, more than half of it was stuffed into her hellmouth, getting roughly squeezed and sucked. As she rocked back and forth, it wasn’t an ‘in-and-out’ thrust. It was more of an firm stirring writhing her, while her clit was grinding against Jade’s mons.

  Every now now and then, Sabrina pulled halfway out. This was to suck one the head of her cock and clench the sphincter of her hellmouth under the head. She pyed a sort of tug-of-war, as she squeezed to keep the fred head from escaping. Eventually, her straightening legs won, and it popped through. Then, she simply sucked it back up into herself and resumed grinding.

  Sabrina added to this even further. She did so by putting the pad of her finger above her clitoral hood, to slightly push her slit down onto Jade’s skin. As she rocked on Jade, she lightly flicked her finger left and right to jostle her clit from its base while it rhythmically brushed against Jade.

  Sabrina got to experience a variety of orgasmic types all at once. There was the penile one, as the Living Dildo succumbed to the whirlwind of pleasure. Then, of course, there was the clitoral orgasm, which was a fairly reted, yet unique sensation. The penetrative orgasm from having her pussy fucked was its own kind of incredible.

  Best of all, though, was her hellmouth’s contribution to the orchestra. While rare, cervical orgasm did exist. Her hellmouth, was far more than just a cervix, and it made sure to thank her for being fed in such a wonderful fashion.

  Jade stiffened up and spasmed below Sabrina as she felt an immense wellspring of sexual delight being sucked out of her. The succubus cock synergized well with Jade’s Juicy perk, as it gushed at least twenty ounces of cum into Sabrina.

  Finally satisfied, Sabrina dislodged herself from the Living Dildo and took Jade into her arms. She kissed her sweetly, and let her know how much she loved her. Jade swooned and blushed at this treatment.

  The two of them couldn’t keep their hands off one another as they tiptoed to the big communal shower. The heat and water pressure were just what they needed after their vigorous fucking. Sabrina stood behind Jade, holding her tightly as the water rained down on their slippery bodies. Jade turned her head backwards, and her lips found Sabrina’s.

  The two lovers took their time, without a care in the world. After showering, they sat across from each other in the locker room and shot the shit while they dried off. Then they colborated in doing their hair and makeup.

  More than anything, they goofed around. Since the beginning of their retionship around a week ago, they hadn’t had nearly enough time alone. It was nice to simply be together.

  >Now pying: Ideal World — Girlpool

  Eventually, Alice came back to check on them, with music accompanying her. “Hey, you guys ready? People are here.”

  Jade answered in the affirmative, while Sabrina said, “This isn’t exactly party music.”

  “I know,” Alice said, looking mischievous. “It’s for you, the guest of honor. I’m soundtracking your experience of walking in and seeing what you made possible. Come on, already.”

  This made Sabrina nervous. She wondered if this was a mistake. Maybe she should have kept things to her little party— kept it fun. Maybe she should have never opened that washing machine to begin with. Maybe she should have stayed in the empty pce, where she was comfortable.

  She knew what was ahead of her would be the start of something important. With that, there would be a lot of hard work, and a lot of pressure would be on her shoulders. She looked to Jade, and rexed. She knew she wouldn’t be carrying that weight alone.

  Whatever ordeal was ahead of her, the only way to get past it was to go through it. Sabrina did what she was best at and stepped through the door. She was floored. Alice and Sloan had packed this gym with fifty, maybe sixty women for the party.

  All eyes were on Sabrina, and the crowd parted like the Red Sea to usher her in. Beyond the crowd, Sloan held a rope up on the boxing ring, inviting Sabrina over. Looking at all of the beautiful faces around her, Sabrina got goosebumps, and she fell into a stunned silence.

  Sabrina walked through the crowd of women who smiled at her, curious about the big surprise. She was about to change their lives, and their collective reality in kind. She made this, in colboration with the best friends anyone had ever met.

  Sabrina ducked under the rope to step through, while her unbelievable ass tugged it on the way. She didn’t need to look back to know that the room full of women were ogling it, as it was practically pouring out of her bodysuit. The thought eased the tension for her, knowing that the whole crowd was picturing her naked. That’s what the old trick is, right?

  “Wow,” Sabrina excimed, addressing the crowd. “This is a good turnout. I look forward to getting to know each of you, during what’s to come.” She ughed off her nerves and thought of where to start.

  “I guess the first thing you need to know, is I abhor undry…”