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Submerged in the dreampool on Penacony, Sparkle found herself unable to relax. Unusual. The dreampool was meant to relax all, and send them to the magical dreamworld within. But still, she found a fire burning in her lower belly, as she thought about the person she was going into the dreamworld to meet.
Aventurine.
She closed her eyes momentarily, and his dual-toned gaze flashed across the back of her lids. Her eyes jerked open involuntarily, and in that same jolt, she realized what her problem was. She wanted him. Oh well. Carnal desires were nothing new to her many selves.
Sparkle slipped her hand below the dreampool's surface, and skirted her fingers under the hem of her yukata, across the skin on the inside of her thighs. Goosebumps prickled in her wake, and the Masked Fool tilted her head back and closed her eyes. She needed to pretend it was him, or she would never get off.
What would Aventurine do?
He was a cocky, teasing bastard. He knew he was attractive, and he used it to his advantage. He'd... hook a finger under the garter on her thigh, and drag it up, digging the red rope into the crevice of her thigh and groin. Then he'd tug, and force a little bit of friction to make her hiss in displeasure. After he got the reaction he wanted, he'd skirt a hand further up, and pull down the skimpy shorts she wore underneath her even skimpier yukata, revealing that she wore no underwear. He'd laugh, meanly, and lean down to kiss over her clit.
How was she meant to replicate a kiss with her fingers? Eh. She tapped her clit lightly and jolted at the light pressure - wow, she was more worked up than she thought.
Back to the immersion. She slipped two fingers between her folds, and parted them, not sure where her own slick stopped and the dreampool's silky fluid started. It made the glide easier as she slid two fingers into herself, so she wasn't complaining. He'd be mean about it, no doubt. Sparkle grumbled and leaned forward, doing her best to curl her two forefingers up to jab into her g-spot. When she finally shoved her hand far enough south, she gasped slightly. He'd curl the two fingers into her meanly, and when she lilted forward with the sudden pleasure, he'd push her back against whatever surface he was having his way with her on. Sparkle forced herself back against the edge of the dreampool, and hissed at the sharp pleasure.
Then, he'd soften up. He'd rub his thumb up against her clit and coax her closer and closer to the edge, mumbling promises to stay with her. She'd never believe them, but they helped her get to her peak, nonetheless. He'd lean down and smooth his other hand underneath the rough material of the garter, the silky smooth material of his gloves soothing the raw skin. Then, with a stroke of two fingers against her g-spot and a rub up the length of her pussy, she'd cum.
That was where the fantasy stopped, and Sparkle hissed in displeasure as she shook apart, all pretense of pretending to be her one-sided lover gone as she worked herself through it. Once she fell limp against the tub around her, she withdrew her fingers and pulled up her shorts. She'd deal with the stains later, she had an extra change of clothes. She was at a hotel. With a sigh, she let herself relax, and fell into the dream - she had a meeting, after all. She needed to discuss the destruction of Penacony with the IPC's representative.