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Four girls, James, Shelby and Ranboo had all opened their mailbox one fateful morning having received an invitation! Where to, you may ask? Well, they wondered so, too, as they peeled open the envelope to unfold the pink letter – “Dear [Niki/Ranboo/Shelby/James],” it addressed the individuals separately meanwhile holding the same text beneath their names, aside from the woman I had failed to mention, Niki who had gotten a note the day earlier for consent and a friendly check-in.
“I request we all gather by Niki for a sleepover this afternoon! Nothing much, I just don’t like the thought of being alone and stranded in the ocean due to an origin power I was gifted, all while others are capable of surviving the dry Earth beneath us.
The dress code is pyjamas, I sure hope none of you sleep naked. Two camping tents and a number of blankets and pillows will be provided, so any additional items may not be needed, but are not prohibited by any means.
Thanks, Clem.” She had written with a bubbly handwriting style, somewhat messily scribbled down out of excitement about who may show up despite it being planned with such short notice. Clementine had a fun night when she was to run around and slot them into all the girls’ mailboxes, but that was already over and done with since it was now the morning after! She woke up with a stretch and thought back to last night, already exciting herself all over again with just that idea in her head.
James was rather sceptical about the letter, thinking perhaps it was a prank. That was, until he met up with Shubble and Ranboo at the Pub to learn it was for real. Clementine had arrived to their raised meeting place in the sky with a smile on her brightened face as three sets of eyes set on her. You see, despite Clementines rather useless origin that provided her abilities of an Avian, she managed well to gain popularity by hosting events such as these, she was beloved by all even if she had a playfully rude dynamic with a select few.
It was a lovely morning, the four land walking girls sat around at the bar table with the older Elytrian who was known as Phil Minecraft, or alternatively Clementine Minecrafts father. He cooked them up a splendid breakfast that consisted of eggs, bacon and toast to be loosely strung on plates and arranged differently by each woman on their individual bar stool. Ranboo had arranged theirs into an organised sandwich with the help of a fork and knife, Clem had already started chowing down on the meal without utensils and others were neatly chopping their food into bits to get down more easily. James seemed to be eyeing of Clem the whole time, which she playfully acknowledged; “Cat got your tongue?” She said in reference to James’ Feline origin.
The table had a laugh about the comment, making James blush at the thought of them all laughing at him. “Seriously, girl, is there something you wanna say?” Clem kindly changed the tone of her voice to gesture the table to quiet down, James nodded. “You’ve never invited me to these sorts of things.”
Hearing that made the table turn their collective gaze to Clementine – there wasn’t any hateful reason behind that other than the two not being as close. “Seeing that you’re newer around here means I haven’t had many chances to! Plus, sometimes I worry you’re not much of a party girl. That’s why I thought this would be a good opportunity to get to know you!” The words gained a noisy ‘awe’ out of the spectators of this conversation, James feeling a small amount of comfort prickle up inside of her paranoid head seeing that it wasn’t something that Clementine had against him.
You see, James has never fit in with either male or female, rather he was for both or none. She worries that her transgender identity isn’t taken as seriously considering that she decided to stick with her given name instead of the typical change that others exhibit. Paired with her use of he/him pronouns along with the she/her pronouns can only add to that worry!
There was also the issue of James’ body dysmorphia, he was arguably the chubbiest member in the Origins SMP and being a stranger to some people upped her anxiety around being the odd one out.
Clementine was physically bright, being a natural blonde just had that affect. But she made sure to represent the fact with her interactions, too, unless Clem is close enough with a friend to understand that they can handle some playful banter. She hadn’t a clue with the Feline, only hoping that this sleepover wouldn’t taint his perception on Clem, seeing that the average cat is horribly afraid of bodies of water and that would be just where they would be camping overnight to accompany the Merling woman, Niki Nihachu.
Whether it was obvious, or not, Clementine had always put in a lot of thought for the events she planned, sometimes asking subtle questions to gauge who may or may not be available on what days, or even gathering people for surprise events aimed at one member of the Origins SMP to appreciate them on their own, not for any purpose on some days. Clementine was a loud girl who liked to spread positivity, being raised with a brother who was practically the opposite of her was a push to do more and more every single day to highlight their differences! Not in that of a resentful way, but it serves as a way for the girl to notice how far she’s come compared to her agoraphobic brother she enjoys to visit and provide for.
Each day, she hopes maybe it can come out of its shell and join the parties too, Clem tries to pressure it by writing newsletters of what its missing out on by holing up inside of its home on its own. But Wilbur is far too stuck in that hiding spot that it calls a home.
Philza worries about his son equally as much, seeing that he had to watch Wilbur slowly become more anxious and lonelier over the years, months, weeks, days. He would be the one to glide over the lands and take notes for the newsletters Clementine would then take the time to create for her brother. But today wasn’t about it, despite how it was always in the back of her mind rolling about like a dog in mud that she would wash off in the form of visiting and attempting to extend a wing of optimism to its Phantom, torn wings. “Clem?” Shubble called, the table laughing when she was pulled back into reality.
“Gee, what’re you thinking about that’s got your head that far in the clouds?” Words laughed from Ranboos Enderian lips, “We all get that you’re a daydreamer, but…”
Laughter filled the Pub, Clementine couldn’t help but join in, despite the jokes being directed at herself. Ranboo and her had been on the SMP for a lengthy time, they were likely some of the older members about in that aspect, so they certainly had the time to get to know each other. That’s why the two can happily make those remarks in jest.
Shubble was noticeably quiet, aside from when it had called Clementines nickname. Clem took care to that and had sneakily dragged Shubble aside for a brief check-in to gauge if she was still in the right place to attend the sleepover, they exchanged a display of upward thumbs and headed back to help clean what was majorly Clementines mess of breakfast, Phil waved off as he flew off through the large opening in the wall for doing so and left the girls to clean after themselves. Ranboo was sat at the side because of their Enderian origin-induced allergy to water, she took the time to try help by organising the things on the bar table but was told a few times over to sit back down by what felt like dismissive words from her friends but were based on more care than they could interpret.
“Ah! All done!” Shubble announced as it brushed off its hands, “Finally...” Said the Enderian with a bored drawl of their tone, making Shelby laugh. “You’ll laugh at anything, huh?” James teased, which Shelby denied through laughter. “I knew it.”
All the girls crowded around for a few more laughs, before they all went their separate ways for their own individual reasons – James being the only one remaining up there due to his fear of heights. He always needed someone to assist him in getting down from the Pub, since it was raised from the ground and left a crater in its parting from the Earth. In the time it took James to agonise over the distance beneath her foot and the surface, Niki had swum up from a stream and into a tank that was off to the side. “Hello!” Her Merling voice echoed out in the water and bounced against the glass walls.
James was alerted by the voice and took a sharp turn toward her, then jumped ridiculously high from the wooden floor beneath herself and nearly fell to what he was already so terrified of. “Oh my! I didn’t mean to scare you…” Niki reverted into the tank with a frown, watching the Felines movement closely as she made her way back onto either paw and let out a hefty sigh. “It’s, er. It’s fine.”
He hesitantly approached the water-filled tank to peek at the Merling, someone James had never met before. “Are you feeling okay? You don’t have to pretend it’s fine, I’ll admit it, I made a bad first impression.” Her voice rung against the glass and created a sound effect that had James’ fur rising.
There was a nod between them both. “Oh, good then.” Niki said so with relief gushing directly out of her heart. “I hope you never feel like you have to hide anything from me, stranger! Say, what is your name?” The wrinkled hand of the Merling met with the glass, displaying what the affect of being underwater had on her human side. “James. I’m James Marriott.” She beamed, “What a wonderful name for such a wonderful lady like yourself!”
A smile crept between James’ lips and poked out through her fluffy facial hair. “You think so?”
“Oh, of course,” Niki spun in her tank, something of pure happiness. “miss Clementine told me all about you, and now I’d just love to get to know you more! I can’t wait to spend time with you tonight!”
James let out an overjoyed hum, “Yeah. I just hope the weather is going to support our tents, haha.” He awkwardly sputtered as he imagined what horrid things may happen by going outside of his usual routine. “I’m sure Clementine took that same worry and adapted it into her plan. She has been planning this one for a good few days, but that is only as far as I know. You would have to ask her yourself!” Optimism sung out of Nikitas voice as she pounced up to the top of the tank to get a better look at the Feline. “It was nice meeting you!” They exchanged a smile before James anxiously attempted at conquering the height on her lonesome.
Even though it increased her heart rate over James’ resting heart rate, once she set either paw on the grass beneath the final ladder, James felt an intense sensation of pride in his actions resulting in a glad pounce and loud squeal to let the air out of her panicked lungs.
Niki had took notice of this noise and cheered alongside him, shooting a gilled arm out of the body of water before her head poked up to speak more clearly. “You did really great!” Nikita took the role as an ignorant cheerleader who was clueless to what she was cheering for, she was just happy to raise her voice and make James feel seen in his struggles.
“Thanks, hah.” James fell to her knees and collapsed into the ground to give herself a moment of rest, “Afraid of heights?” Asked the Merling with an empathetic tone, she lowered herself into the water to take in a breath of what was her substitute for oxygen – seeing that she had lungs fit for the ocean. “Is it that obvious?”
Off in a cave was where purple particles dissipated – the only traces of an Enderian teleportation leaving as her long skirt swished below her and hit their ankles when they came to a halt in their walking. Ranboo had struck gold! She pulled an iron pickaxe from her inventory to carefully remove it from the stone without making any dent or mere scratches in the material. “Perfect!” Ranboo started to chitter to themself out of joy – a sound reminiscent of her Enderman ancestors.
She had plans to create matching golden bracelets to gift to everyone at the sleepover, but once she had returned home with the item, Ranboo realised she may need proper measurements of the crowds wrists rather than basing it off of a visual memory of them all, even worse than how she usually compares to her own skinny wrist. That wouldn’t work here, not when there were so many opposing body types to Ranboos own lanky Enderian one. It isn’t as if they’re unhealthy, at least not in Endermen standards.
This just limited their view in some moments – now they were stranded and had to somehow find a way to discover the others wrist size without being weird, or estimation. She tapped her chin as her purple eyes zoned out of the splayed out, raw gold on the bench ahead of Ranboo and into dreamland. Clementine would be an easy one, since they’re basically roommates and they could easily sneak in and check for an accurate sizing depending on any loose clothing, preferably a shirt or other article of fabric for the girls torso.
“Hmmm…” Ranboo pondered, now lowering their hand to tap her bony, extended fingers on the bench and hear the tap with each hit. What about contacting a neighbour? There were two who came to mind due to their Phantom origin; Shubble and Wilbur.
As she went between the two in her mind, she begun on their way out the door and toward their housing. Typically, Ranboo would go for the quick route of teleportation. But now was when they wanted the time to think of who would be a better option for this, considering if they would either agree to practically breaking and entering.
They stopped before Wilburs door. It was less likely to agree, but would be more acceptant of the concept when she presented it to it. Wilbur would be the first Phantom she’d bother, if she was to receive a rejection, Shubble was begrudgingly the second option. Yes, it would be upsetting to reveal their surprise plans, but perhaps they could gauge if Shubble was bringing anything along too and not have to feel like the odd one out! They brought a fist to Wilburs door and knocked a total of three times before a head stuck out from the door and gave Ranboo a shock. “Haha. Scared you.”
Ranboo exhaled. “Yeah, you really did!” They tried to maintain a playful demeanour to match that of Wilburs rather monotone playfulness, “Uh. So, what do you want?” Wilbur put in bluntly, they asked to step inside as they peered over their shoulder and Wilbur did so with concern. “Are you okay? Is someone after you, or something?” It closed the door behind them. “No, no,” Ranboo plopped down on the couch and reached for the dim lamp to flick it on. Wilbur has enhanced eyesight from its origin, so they had to turn on the light themself or else Ranboo would feel like she’s talking to herself. “I have a plan. A… Devious one, you could say. Hear me out.” Wilbur raised a brow. “Do tell.”
The Phantom wasn’t often one to take a seat, but to express its interest, it had sat down with wide eyes set on Ranboos. Theirs darted aside, as not to trigger anything of her Enderman descendance. “I want you to break into a few girls houses and steal a long-sleeve shirt, or jacket, or uh, whatever else.” Wilbur leaned back with an awkward laughter.
“Yeah, yeah, it sounds bad out of context. Listen. I’m making bracelets, but I don’t want to ruin the surprise. If you could get Niki, James and Shelbys wrist measurements in less of a creepy way, I would appreciate that.” It faded out of visibility and stood to appear again in front of them. “Why should I?” Ranboo fiddled with her fingers nervously. “You… Um, can get a shiny bracelet, too?” She put on a smile to convince it the bribe was worth its time, making Wilbur erupt in laughter. “Yeah, I can help you. I was only joking about that, but if you want to make me a bracelet, I certainly wouldn’t be opposed to it.” Wilbur sat back in its seat with a smug look on its face, Ranboo rolled her eyes.
“Thanks, Wilbur!” She blipped forward to wrap her arms around the socially anxious Phantom who stiffened up at the touch. “Yep… Aha.” Wilbur politely pushed Ranboo off of itself. “I always love a good surprise, toward other people, of course.” Wilbur grinned. “I’ll see what I can do. Have I got a deadline, Mx. Live?”
With a brief hum of consideration, Ranboo realised that the letter they received didn’t have an exact time on it. “…Three O’clock? If that’s achievable.” They were suspicious of their very word.
“Understood. I best get on to that now, then.” Before had taken its path toward the front door, it stopped. “And Ranboo, where should I meet you? At yours?” Its eyes set on the Enderian once more. “At my house, yes.” Wilbur acknowledged the reply by shooting a quick sound back and headed out the door, leaving it open for Ranboo to exit its home. She did so with grace, taking care to close the door properly behind herself.
Wilbur had gone transparent in order to sneak off to find its first victim, of sorts. Niki Nihachu, who was peacefully singing a sirens song from the depth of the lake as she combed through her hair. Such a thing couldn't deceive Wilbur, not when it was already struggling through agoraphobia for this task he was assigned by such a polite Enderian it has known since as early as the beginning of the Origins SMP. It stood beneath a tree before revealing its semi-solid form for Niki to bob over the water to greet so joyously. "Hiiiii Will!"
It couldn't help but smile at her joy, something was so contagious about Nihachu. "How may I help you, sir?" She said with a playful salute. "Hehe. I just want a hug." Niki opened her arms to Wilbur in an instant, happy that she could be of assistance with even the smallest of tasks. Wilbur had snuck a feel over her wrist while going in for the hug to determine the Merling had a slim sized wrist, compared to her chubbier upper arm. It made her look like some sort of cartoon character if Wilbur really put its focus on that aspect of her, which hadn't happened up until now! "Anything else?" Asked the kind voice as she dipped her mouth under the water to take in a breath and part from Wilburs arms.
"That's all, thank you." They exchanged a smile between one another, "Why, thank you, too! My arms are open to you for more hugs whenever it is needed of me." Niki had pounced up to give him a slight splash and a peck on the cheek. "I'll keep that in mind, but I better be off."
As soon as the sweet moment happened, it had ended. Although it still had Wilburs heart swelling to that of a mesmerised and adoring memory of the Merling. It went invisible, as not to be bothered by the overhead sunlight and went on his way to share some more sneaky hugs and hold the size of the womens wrists in nothing more than his head.
When it visited the other Phantom on the server, it found her holed up in a dimly lit kitchen room where she was knitting together a blanket under a small lamp. She looked like a little old grandma, all cosied up in her seat. "Boo." Wilbur mumbled once it had grown near enough to give Shelby a jolt of shock and toss its knitting materials on accident. "W- Wilbur!" It sighed, "You... You could have gotten one of us seriously hurt." Seeing how she turned her nose made Wilbur chuckle to itself. "Oh yeah? Is that right?" Shelby only rolled its eyes in response. "What do you want?" She shifted the topic with the snide mutter of her words, Wilbur following her change with the request of a hug. "What are you trying to do... Are you.. Planning something..?" It shook its head no, "Only want a hug. It's what friends do." Shelby considered its request. "Well..." Wilbur was idly staring, waiting for consent. "Aw, get over here. I could never deny a hug!"
Two down, now there was only James Marriott left on the roster. This was the one it was leaving until last, purposefully so. It needed the time to plan out just how it could perform this without disturbing their already not-so-nice dynamic. You see, the last time James and it had spoken was when James was breaking up with it. This was apart of the reason it couldn't dare leave the house anymore, it couldn't bare to see that woman it had fallen in love with who had abandoned it with the remaining affection running through its miserable head, Wilbur could never get over him.
Just spotting James prancing through the grass and collecting materials had made Wilburs heart unable to handle much more. She couldn't see it standing right there, but she was the only one in its eyes. Wilbur considered cowering out and leaving the task incomplete, it could perhaps just guesstimate James' wrist size anyway. It had known her long enough, felt her enough times to perhaps be accurate in his estimation.
What it decided to do instead would be drastic, but perhaps necessary. It needed closure, it NEEDED James. So, before Wilbur went on with its devious plans, it trekked toward Ranboo and Clementines near houses to take the turn toward Ranboos door, without knocking, it merely phased through the wall to make an entrance. "Ranboo." Wilbur said so quietly, alerting the sharp Enderian senses to turn toward the sound. "Oh, Wilbur. Have you done it all already?" It shook its head no again, biting down on its bottom lip as Wilbur took a second to consider just how to lay this on Ranboo without making itself out to be suspicious. "I couldn't."
"What? Why?" Ranboo questioned with a concerned stare, the eye contact that it typically avoided was forgotten by a worry for their friend. "Oh... Is this about? Ah... You know."
"Listen. I've helped you out, now may I ask of one favour? Just to get us even." Wilbur was staring directly back into the Enderians eyes and not aggravating them in the slightest. "Anything." A smiled crept onto Wilburs lips, a cruel and plotting one that went unbeknownst to the women who were all preparing themselves for a wonderful sleepover.
"Y- You want me to do WHAT?" The sun had passed midday. "Are you serious?!" Ranboos pupils had shrunken like that of a cats, the mismatched red and green looking especially more prominent now. "I am NOT going to drug my friend." She crossed her arms over her chest.
Wilbur held a cold glare toward those mismatched eyes which were averting from its gaze. "Oh, but Ranboo..." It stepped nearer, pulling a bottle of water from its inventory as a threat toward the Enderian and flicking the cap opened. "You don't. Have a choice." Its words were dragged out to have a more threatening affect on Ranboo, which surprisingly worked as she begun to plead with either hands raised to her front in defence. "Agh... C- Come on, don't do this. Please..."
"Don't you even understand how TOUGH this is on ME?" Wilbur enunciated its words, still glaring directly up to the red and green eyes that were frantically glancing about to avoid the sight. "I'll help you, jus- just don't hurt me! Okay?!"
They each fell silent, Wilbur backing away. "Good." A smile curled up on its lips to make it appear manic to a fretful Ranboo who had backed themself into the stone walls. "See? How easy was that?" The Phantom was euphoric; to have someone help it reach as little as some closure! Surely nothing could go wrong, not with the water bottle at hand. It laughed, the noise echoing against the stone to disturb Ranboo and have her backing away further towards the door. That was when Wilbur went invisible and got behind her, "Where do you think you're running to?" She screamed out when Wilbur return to his semi-solid state behind her. "N- Nowhere! Ahaha..."
"Splendid. You've work to do, after all. I'll give you the rough measurements of everyones wrists," Wilbur shoved Ranboo back from the door. "all I need from you is to make James' into a piece of chewy jewellery. It's as simple as that! It will have an aphrodisiac I provide inserted in it like that of a catnip toy!" It chuckled, "Get to work."
They each went their seperate ways again, Wilbur having left to grab an aphrodisiac it had been experimenting at creating for hours, days, weeks, even.
Clementine had met with Niki and started to pitch tents while Nihachu ducked up every so often with a cheerleader statement to lift the girls spirits when she was struggling to figure out the thing. Despite how often Philza used to take out her, Wilbur and Technoblade out camping when they were all young boys, she had never learnt since her head was in the clouds and she recently claimed her role as a female, seeing that Clem fit the description of gender dysphoria, felt more comfortable that way and simply never fell into the role as a male anyway.
Everyone around her was supportive in this change, some even seeing the signs when it was brought up and having a deeper understanding. Her transition had sparked something in James Marriott to feel comfortable socially transitioning as well, which made her feel so sweet that she was an inspiration to another transgender girl! Not only that, but she wasn't the only one? She wasn't the odd one out? It was a comfort to see James become his true self, even just by the addition of a set of stereotypically feminine pronouns and what Clementine could assume as a breast implants, weight gain or shaped under clothing. It felt natural for Clementines mind to wander to James' transition, seeing that her orientation had shifted to that of trans-loving-trans without much more consideration than that alone.
It wasn't like she was the only queer woman on the server, either. Shelby had come out as asexual, and she even uses 'it' pronouns alongside the set of 'she' pronouns. Niki was somewhat shyly pansexual, always minimising her microlabel to 'bisexuality' because she worried that people wouldn't understand. Ranboo, who was a trans-neutral who is currently identifying as a girl, who was often shifting what pronouns, gendered terminology and such they used while they were experimenting with their gender.
And who knows? Maybe someone else out there is deep in the closet like Clementine was all that time ago? She was the kind who wasn't even aware of it until she had started on the non-binary route and had a big talk to her father about it. Nihachu was another person who was great to talk to about this topic, surprisingly enough.
That is only a surprising fact because Nihachu is presumably Assigned Female At Birth, or perhaps she was a stealth trans woman? Who knows. Merlings may have different way of determining their gender, seeing that Nihachu is the only one within the origins who is accepted in going around without trousers or underwear on. It isn't like Clementine, or anyone else for that matter, had noticed any genitals on the fish either. So perhaps she was a secret third sex that Clementine hadn't acknowledged.
Shelby was the next girl to arrive, she had a freshly finished blanket that it had been working on for a while and decided now was the perfect time to rush to bring it to completion and display it to its friends! Clementine and Niki cheered as she held it just above the grass with her hands up to the sky.
Ranboo and Wilbur met for a final time, putting their mutual favours to a close as Wilbur took the chewlery from Ranboo to insert the aphrodisiac carefully through a poked hole in the thing, some drizzling down the sides for Wilbur to lick up. It knew the drug didn't affect it, seeing that it was already devoted to the cat girl it had once lost, and never would again. Wilbur nodded to Ranboo and turned to make its way toward the Pube ladder and ghost its way up by phasing through the thing and all the way up with ease.
There, it found James. He was peacefully baking up some treats, when Wilbur slowly yet surely positioned a blindfold above the womans head to quickly tie it over his eyes and give him a terrible shock. "WH- What are you-?!"
Its hand wrapped around, one caressing his belly and one on his throat. "Relax." Wilbur whispered sensually, making James groan. "The fuck do you want, freak?"
"Oh, darling, you know exactly who I want." It tugged James away from the oven and pressed her back to the bar counter, she was now facing Wilbur with a lack of sight. "WHAT THE HELL." She blurted in what James could only assume was her ex boyfriends direction. "I have a gift for you." She pawed in the direction its voice came from to try shove Wilbur away, but that action was disabled by Wilbur.
"Keep it. I don't want your garbage." James hissed, trying to bring distance between them, but his back was stuck against the counter. "But darling, I think you will really like this one. Remember all of your chewlery? You would always get through those things far too quick... Hehe. Guess what." James ears perked up, signalling his interest even when she was so against this Phantom who had her pinned. "Y- You... No."
Wilbur kept pushing, "Darliiing, come on, not even just a try? Hmmm?" This was it, James huffed. "Fine! But why the blindfold?!" Wilbur shushed the Feline as it put the lace around his neck, grasping at the chewy addition on the necklace to place it between his plump lips. "Don't worry about it, you'll have less to worry about in just a minute... My darling. You will finally be all mine."
"Where's James?" The clock struck three o'clock, the sun leaning toward the falling side to make it look later than it truly was. You can blame that one on the weather. Ranboo felt guilty that they knew the exact answer to the question raised, their head fell to the bracelets. Only four laid in her palm, she clenched the items in a fist. "She probably couldn't make it, or shes getting ready? Dunno." Shelby replied, laughing along with her friends. "You're right, we DON'T know. Could be just about anything holding him up. Maybe he needs some help?" Clementine was thinking furiously, all of said thoughts falling out of her head to be considered by the group.
"Nah, we should give her a few minutes longer before we decide on something like that." Came of Ranboos mouth, a lie for certain, but they had to blend in. Ranboo felt ridden with guilt like untreated lice coating her every cell, crawling on her skin to provide the ache and paranoia that was the concern for just what Wilbur intended to do. "Mmmh... I hope he hasn't backed out on us, I thought he was a cutie..." Niki mumbled to earn a gasp from her friends, then a huge "Oooooh~" in that of a teasing tone.
James let out a loud growl as he dragged his claws down Wilburs shirt, holding on for dear life as his legs trembled and he struggled to stand upright any longer. "W- Wilbur... I missed you~" Her cock had grown erect soon after the aphrodisiac seeped in through her teeth through the chewlery and impacted James on a hormonal level. Wilbur nudged its leg forward to brush against the erection, leaning in to whisper sweet nothings of praise and worship into her ear, James was desperately rutting against its thigh with either legs wrapping around it. She was aching, a sudden heat cycle consuming her very body.
It was only that this one was the inverse of her typical cycle, seeing that she was Assigned Male At Birth. Due to her Hormone Replacement Therapy, she was falling to a more submissive role and was now ALREADY turning around to poke her ass into Wilburs sight, wiggling his hips to attract the Phantom. "James, James, James," It ran its hands up his back only to wrap around and embrace James and run its hands up his shirt to grope him. "what am I going to do with you? You're just irresistible." He was heard purring as Wilbur placed kissed into the chub on his neck. "Please, please... Wilbur, pleeeease..!!" Wilbur felt him wriggling his hips some more against its hardening bulge. "Breed me! Make my cunt aaaaall yours~ Want you s- so bad, NEED you!!!"
"Okay, I am getting worried." Nihachu said, "I think I will check in at the Pube and see if James is there, otherwise she may have just skipped out on us and we can go on like normal." The group nodded, a collective agreement to the wise choice lead Niki up the water from above to swim right into the accessible tank made for her usage. That was where she found them, James and Wilbur. They looked rather happy, which was particularly odd if she thought back to what Clementine had briefly mentioned about him.
For context, Wilbur had gone through Niki and gotten bored when she later rejected it, and was now maybe doing the same with the adorable Feline James as they hosted a makeout session right before the Merlings eyes. Wilburs eyes locked with hers, staring deeply as it made James moan out by feeling over his so-called cunt which was, in reality, his throbbing cock.
"James!?" Nihachu shouted out from the tank, she knew she already had Wilburs attention but now needed to let poor James become aware to whatever tactic Wilbur was setting him through now. "James!" The second call had caught his attention, making him blush to think they had an audience. "Wait, w- wait- Um, sorry-" James shuffled to distance himself from Wilbur, removing the blind fokd from off his eyes. That was when Wilbur approached the tank with a silent, intimidating glare into her eyes before slamming a fist to the glass and grabbing her with a bloodied fist to drag Niki toward itself and therefore make her gasp once she was impaled by the shards of glass beneath herself. "What are you doing?!" Niki only held her breath as James came toward the scene to scold it, but was pulled in for another passionate kiss to cause a conflict in James.
There laid his friend, bleeding out with the water speeding her blood flow. But God, he was SO horny. "She was trying to come between us. Why don't you and I show Miss Nihachu just why she could never do such a thing~?" Right when James thought she understood what it meant, she was positioned before Nihachu so that the Merling was at crotch height with Wilburs hand over her bulge to have her riled up all over again.
She had rolled her eyes and fallen backward into Wilburs arms, basically forgetting Nikis current crisis until Wilbur unclothed his cock and nudged him toward Nikis lips as she panted out pained breaths. "P- Please, do not do this..." Niki sobbed with her tear filled eyes up on James, not his eyes but on his small penis.
How had it come to this? James was stuck between a Merling and a hard place, an erection poking into his bare, hairy ass. "Wait-" Before James could object or consent to anything, her hips were thrusted forward by Wilburs as Nihachu made a gargling sound, her mouth drying out of any breath as James only naturally started thrusting in and out of those lips beneath her to get what she sorely needed, an orgasm. Wilbur praised her every thrust with not only verbal praise, but what felt like physical praise, too, based on how needy she was growing. The message of 'Nihachu was slain by JamesDoesMining' prompted the other girls to panic, trying to understand what had happened. They were all sat around Nikis spawnpoint, waiting for when she popped up from under the water to give them an explanation.
Wilbur was circling a finger over James' rim to have her thrusting more eagerly into what was now the cold remains of the Merling. It wasn't long before James was growing uncomfortable by the cold, dry sensation that enveloped her and those eager thrusts came to a halt. "What's wrong, my darling?" The Phantom queried as it leaned around to peak at her eyes. "Can't handle it~?" James shook her head no. "N- No good." She stammered out through the disappointed sense of coming down from an orgasm. "No good? Why don't I show you better, then?"
A handful was taken of James hair to drag her toward the balcony where she was bent over a fence post to stare down at the land beneath the Pube as Wilbur started to finger lubricant into James' ass hole. "I'm gonna take care of my darling so well, don't you worry." Wilbur kissed the words into James ear which tickled the thing to flick down. "No!" She whined, "No? Darling, what-"
"Put it in me NOW, s- show that rotten Merling who owns my cunt~" There was no denying it now, Wilbur was ruthlessly attracted to James and just HAD to abide by her demand by lathering some lube onto its cock to press the tip to her hole and slowly stretch her open to have James mewling to the sky.
Feeling his man press deep inside of his bowels, not even fully inside yet, was enough to have his leg kicking at the floor beneath them since it felt it was hitting the ONE spot that James had neglected masturbating. James wrapped either arms over the balcony fence with his head rested on the post, legs shaking wildly as Wilbur pulled away only to stretch his hole all over again and repeat the process. "Moooore. MORE." His voice echoed down to anyone on the surface to hear, Wilbur obliged by picking up the pace inside of him then grasping a handful of James' hair to pull his head back into the correct spot to press its lips against his.
James couldn't hold it in anymore, not when her orgasm was building up from the repeated hitting of Wilbur into her prostate and external factors that aroused her further. She stained the wood beneath her with splurts of white as she whined into Wilburs lips.
To save its breath and prolong this sex, Wilbur pulled out to weakly grab its darling off the floor to carry him to the grass on the opposite balcony; where it got right to the point. Or rather, the shaft. Wilburs hand tortured over James' half-hard penis to have his legs shaking harder than earlier and gasps of moans escaping her parted lips. "Can't wait to breed you, darling. But we wouldn't want to rush this moment, would we~?" The Phantom teased as its merciless hand had her still shaken and stumbling over her begs. "What was that?"
Her legs closed around Wilburs hand with a clap sound, "FILL ME ALREADY. Give me your kittens!!!" A chuckle emrged from Wilbur when it realised how much power it had over James who was begging with not only her words, but every erratic motion of her hips.
And God, those hips were convincing. Each squirm drove Wilbur nearer to her hole, which turned to grinding until he eventually slammed inside with a wicked grin plastered on its knowing, evil mug. "I'll fill you to the brim, make your taint leak with kittens~" James arched into the thrusting movement, her hole throbbing when Wilbur only moved faster to feel more and more of that tightness that clung around it perfectly. James was MADE for its cock buried inside of his guts to breed him whenever need be. It grabbed his love handles to angle James the best way to precisely hit his prostate and send shockwaves or euphoria tingling through the Feline, making James' eyes roll back and her moans howl out to the sky. "I will always be here to fill your hole, only me," Wilbur increased its slamming movements.
"no one will ever love you the same way I do, I promise. I will always work to prove myself to you, tonight and forevermore." Its voice grew more faint as its balls contracted. Wilbur attempted to hold it off, but was soon to feed every drop inside of James' hole and make her squeal out in joy.
It had put an end to the torturous and endless cycles that were her heat cycles. Wilbur was her saviour, her lover. Her one and only. Wilbur would be taking advantage of the aphrodisiacs affect on James' origin, just imagining how it could sneak that substance into meals to have James needing it every second of every day. Wilburs cock hardened up once more and it pulled out to frot against its girlfriend, taking out the remainder of its hard-on on the already over stimulated cat girl who was shaking his head side to side and clawing at the grass beneath them, marking the grass and dirt to remember their sex each time they were to revisit the Pube. "M- Mmh- Wilbur, Wilbur! Wiiiiilbur!!!" James was growing weaker by the second.
Wilbur grabbed the chewlery necklace on his neck to place the soothing chew toy between her teeth and watch as she drooled around the toy. "Hehe. So adorable." Spurts of cream were released onto Wilburs cock the longer it frotted against its girlfriends cock, watching her legs try to block the overwhelming sensations even when James' legs would be spread aside by Wilburs hands no matter how many times she tried to stop that from happening.
Wilburs hips were rubbing against James' belly with more passionate strokes, Wilbur was relentlessly enjoying itself AND that delicious sight beneath it that it could finally claim as its own again. Wilbur gritted its teeth as it came on James' hairy belly and pulled away to let James catch a breath. "Very good... So good for me."
Behind the duo stood a crowd, Clementine at the centre and bringing their presence to Wilburs attention by the sound of her diamond sword unsheathing from her inventory, Wilbur remained in front of its girlfriend to keep anyone else from seeing him nude, a hand reaching down to cover its genitals from view. "C- Clementine! What are you doing here?" Wilbur laughed softly, embarrassed to be caught in such an intimate moment. "Don't act like you don't KNOW what you did."
Its eyes narrowed, "What I did? Sorry, but as far as I know, I haven't done anything!" In full honesty, the thought of Nihachu had entirely blanked from its mind. "YOU KILLED NIKI. And, you're TAKING ADVANTAGE of James AND you threatened Ranboo!" Shelby had an enraged look flaring up in its eyes, she was the one to step forward and grab Wilbur by its only remaining article of clothing, its shirt, only for it to go ghost and escape from its grasp. There was a collective sigh, but they all dropped that issue for a later date and moved toward James, Niki poking out of the water tank to make sure everything was going alright.
Lots of the water had drained from the tank, meaning Niki had less ability to see around the Pube. James was sat there, naked and afraid. She worried that perhaps he would be the one to cop the violent plans they had against Wilbur, but instead, they all supported him. Shelby wrapped its blanket around him, rubbing his shoulder. "Are you okay?" Came from all the girls in their own different phrasing, more queries that were filled with care and concern which overwhelmed James in a far less positive way than Wilbur had. "Girls!!!" Nihachu called from the tank, gaining everyones attention. "You should all leave, has James not been through enough today? Let me have a talk with him." Nods came from the crowd, which was soon to disappear down the ladder with the plan of finding Wilbur and holding it accountable.
"James..." Niki put on a more kind tone now, "Can we have a talk?" James wrapped the blanket around himself some more to hide his nudity before cautiously standing to approach Nihachu. Silence. "Listen, I'm-"
"Do not apologise." She interrupted with her eyes set on his. "It is not your fault that Wilbur drugged you. I only want to know if you are okay, after all of that."
James plopped down on the ground, knees on the glass shards from the previously punched glass. "Wait... Wilbur did what..??" His eyes were widened with confusion. "Oh, I am so sorry. Should I explain?"
"Please do." Said James. That was the night that Nihachu and James were able to bond over shared negative experience with Wilbur as a boyfriend, James slowly came down from the aphrodisiac and was able to contribute progressively more to the conversation. Despite James' aversion to the water, he offered a hug and struggled through it when Nihachu gladly wrapped either arms around the Feline.
Her fur raised, but perhaps exposure therapy was just what she needed. And Niki was a welcoming place to recover from not only aquaphobia, but even meeting Wilbur and connecting the way they did.
The sleepover was pushed to a later date, understandably so.