"Darling, you're going to *love* this," Eleanor's voice crackled through the phone, sugar-coated and sharp as a razor. Sophie twirled a lock of her dark hair around one finger, already imagining the script, something sophisticated, probably period drama, maybe even Oscar bait. "Is it Scorsese?" she breathed, pressing the phone closer to her ear, her red lips parting in anticipation.
Eleanor's laugh was a staccato burst of static. "Better. It's *interactive* cinema, darling. Cutting-edge. You'll be the love interest in *Shantae. The half Genie Heroine.*... adaptation of that smash-hit platformer. And your co-star?" A pause, ripe with mischief. "Shantae, herself. A 2D femme fatale with *dimensions*."
Sophie's manicured nails dug into her thigh. "You want me to... to *romance* a cartoon?" The word tasted absurd, sticky-sweet like spoiled candy. She could already picture the headlines: *Has Sophie Maes Jumped the Shark?*
But Eleanor's voice dropped, velvet and venom. "Think of the demographics. Toon-human romance is *booming*. And she's *gorgeous*... sultry ink lines, curves that defy physics. You'll *ache* to touch her."
A shudder ran down Sophie's spine, half-revulsion, half something else, something that pooled low in her belly, warm and treacherous. She imagined those cartoon fingers, ink colored but somehow *real*, tracing the dip of her waist. "What if... what if she's... *sloppy*?" Sophie whispered, but her breath hitched.
Eleanor's grin was audible. "Oh, sweetheart. You've never been *stretched* by a toon, have you?" The line went dead, leaving Sophie staring at her reflection in the gold-framed mirror, cheeks flushed, lips bitten raw, and between her thighs, a slick, undeniable heat.
(Some time later.)
The limo door opens to a soundstage buzzing with technicolor chaos, flashing lights, animated birds flying in mid-air, and a cluster of toon women lounging near a craft services table piled with donuts that visibly *squish* when grabbed. Sophie steps out, her silver sandals clicking against the concrete floor. "Which one of these... *illustrations* is supposed to be my co-star?" she mutters, eyeing a curvy figure in harem pants who's currently stretching her arm three feet to snag a latte.
Sophie walks around to try to find her co-star and love interest. Maybe she should ask. Sophie walks up to the light green ink smooth skin young toon woman. "Um, hello? You wouldn't happen to be Shantae? I'm supposed to be working with her." The toon woman stops mid-bite into a donut, her pink anime eyes blinking. "Hah! Me? Nah, sweet cheeks," she replies, her voice dripping with playful mischief. "Name's Rottytops. Shantae's the one with the tiara and the 'heroic' stick up her..."
Before she can finish, the blonde toon in the tube top appears beside Sophie with a whoosh of air, her cape fluttering. "Ohmygosh, you're Sophie Maes!" she squeals, her purple eyes shimmering like glitter. "I'm Sky! Big fan... your *Nightfall* monologue had me *weeping*!" Sophie barely has time to register the compliment before Sky's gloved hand are fluttering near her own, as if afraid to touch.
A throat clears, low, smoky, deliberate. Sophie turns to see the pirate-hatted toon lounging against a prop crate, her crossed legs stretching impossibly long. "Looking for *half-genie trash*?" Risky Boots purrs, tilting her head so the skull on her hat catches the light. "She's in makeup. Again." Her red eyes flicker over Sophie's plunging neckline. "Though *you* might be the real distraction."
Sophie feels it then, the shift in the air, a prickle of awareness. Behind her, a voice, honey-warm and lilting: "Oh wow, you're... *here*." Turning, Sophie meets wide blue ink eyes, a flush darkening tan cheeks. Shantae stands frozen, mid-step, her ponytail swaying as if caught in a breeze only she feels. The gold hoop between her breasts glints, and Sophie suddenly understands why ink can feel so *alive*.
"Sophie Maes," Sophie says, extending her hand, too formal, too stiff, but she can't stop herself. Shantae's fingers are smooth and warm, the lines of her animated skin shifting subtly under Sophie's touch, like watercolor meeting flesh. "You're..." *Smaller than I thought*, she almost says, but stops. No. Not smaller. *Delicate*. The kind of delicate that makes her throat tighten.
Rottytops' giggle is a record scratch. "Look at her," she croons, nudging Sky. "Like a puppy who just got belly rubbed for the first time." Shantae's blush deepens, her free hand fluttering to her chest, but she doesn't let go of Sophie's fingers.
Sky groans, flicking Rottytops' forehead. "Quit it. She's *nervous*."
Behind them, Risky exhales smoke from an unlit cigar, her gaze sliding down Sophie's spine like fingers. "Nervous?" she drawls. "Oh, honey. That's not *nervous*." Her voice drops, velvet and knowing. "That's hunger." Sophie feels it then, the weight of that stare, not just on her ass, but on the way her breath stutters when Shantae finally, *finally* squeezes her hand back.
(Later.)
Inside the air-conditioned trailer, script pages flutter under Sky's excited fingers as she leans over Sophie's shoulder. "Ooooh, page 47...that's the *rescue* scene!" Her gloved hand flutter, mimicking swordplay. "You're tied up in Risky's dungeon, and Shantae has to..."
"Sky," Shantae hisses, her cheeks flushing ink-dark as she snatches the script away.
Risky stretches across the table, her fingers tracing the storyboard's edge where Sophie is drawn, wrists bound in glowing chains. "Mmm. *My* favorite part." She licks her lips, slow. "The way you beg."
Shantae's ponytail whips as she slams the script shut. "This isn't... it's not *normal*!" Her voice cracks, cartoon hearts popping unbidden above her head. "I've fought pirates! Curses! But this..." Her eyes flick to Sophie's mouth. "This is *different*."
Sophie tilts her head. "What's wrong?" The question is syrup-slow, deliberate.
Rottytops snorts, leaning back with her hands behind her head. "Oh honey, our lil' genie here's got *stage fright*." She winks at Sophie. "See, in the games? Zero lesbians. Zip. Nada." Her grin widens as Shantae's blush spreads down her neck. "Even though *some* fans," she drawls, tapping Sky's bouncing chest with a finger, "keep drawing me *all over* this one..."
Sky's glove squeak as she folds her arms. "Ugh! And don't get me *started* on the Risky-Shantae shippers!" Her eyes narrow. "As if *I'd* let this zombie grope me!"
Risky's laugh is smoke-thick. She stretches, the skull on her hat tilting. "Please. If *I* wanted her," she purrs, nodding at Shantae, "you really think I'd let her *top*?"
Shantae makes a sound like a deflating balloon. "WE AREN'T..." Her hands clench, ink lines trembling. "None of us are... *doing* that!" She whirls to Sophie, eyes wide. "B-but I *promise* I'll nail our kiss scene!" The last word squeaks out as her ponytail lifts, caught in an invisible wind.
Sophie feels it then, the shift in the air, electric. She steps closer, watching how Shantae's pupils dilate, how her breath hitches when Sophie's manicured nail traces the gold hoop between her breasts. "Hmm." Sophie's thumb brushes the toon's collarbone, relishing the shudder it earns. "You sure about that?"
Shantae opens her mouth, *to protest? to plead?* but Sophie doesn't wait. She curls her fingers around the hoop and *yanks*, pulling Shantae into a kiss that's all teeth and heat. Human lips crush against animated softness, and Shantae makes a noise like a record skipping, her hands fluttering before they settle on Sophie's waist, gripping hard enough to wrinkle silk.
Rottytops whistles, her pink eyes morphing into spinning hearts as she leans in, propping her chin on Sky's shoulder. "Damn. That's *hotter* than the fanfics." Sky's jaw unhinges with a literal *thud*, her glove sliding off her hand as she gapes.
Risky exhales through her nose, slow, deliberate, her tongue dragging over her lower lip. "Mine next," she murmurs, and it's not a request.
The kiss breaks with a slick *pop*, Shantae's lips stretching cartoonishly before snapping back into place. Sophie wipes her thumb over her own mouth, smearing red lipstick, and grins. "Good practice," she purrs, watching the way Shantae's chest heaves, how her gold hoop trembles with each breath. Behind them, Sky finally remembers to pick her jaw off the floor.
Then Risky moves, fast, fluid, fingers curling into Sophie's pink dress like claws. "Enough warm-ups," she growls, hauling Sophie across the table by the fabric. The silk strains, Sophie's gasp muffled against Risky's mouth, the kiss all heat and hunger. The pirate tastes like gunpowder and something metallic, her tongue tracing Sophie's teeth before she pulls back, smirking. "Better," she murmurs, releasing Sophie just as Rottytops vaults onto the table.
The zombie toon lands in Sophie's lap with a bounce, her smooth fingers framing Sophie's face before their mouths crash together. Rottytops kisses like she's starving, lips parted, tongue sliding against Sophie's with a wet, eager sound. When she pulls back, Sophie's lipstick is smudged beyond repair, her dress rumpled, her thighs slick beneath the silk. Rottytops grins, her pink eyes flickering to Sky. "Your turn," she sing-songs, fingers hooking into Sky's tube top.
Sky barely has time to yelp before Rottytops yanks her forward, her smooth digits slipping between Sky's bouncing breasts, dragging her across the table. Their mouths meet messily, Sky's surprised squeak swallowed by Sophie's moan as Rottytops guides Sky's lips to Sophie's. The kiss is clumsy at first, Sky's gloved hand fluttering, Sophie's nails digging into Sky's hips, before melting into something deeper, wetter. Sophie can feel Sky's pulse racing where their thighs press together, the way Sky's breath hitches when Sophie bites her lower lip.
Rottytops watches, her pink eyes swirling into hearts, fingers drumming against Sky's back. "See?" she murmurs, voice thick with amusement. "Not so scary."
Sky pulls back just enough to glare, her cheeks flushed, her tube top askew. "Shut *up*," she huffs, but her lips are already parting again, leaning back into Sophie's warmth. Shantae's soft gasp rings through the trailer, her ink-dark blush spreading down her neck.
Risky just lights her cigar, exhales smoke, and grins. "Told you," she drawls. "Hunger."
The knock at the trailer door is sharp, sudden, Shantae jerks away from the table like she's been burned, her ponytail bouncing as she scrambles to answer it. The woman on the other side doesn't meet her eyes, just thrusts five thick scripts into her hands with a mumbled, "Revised pages. Producers want them memorized by lunch." The door clicks shut, and Shantae stands frozen, the stack of papers trembling in her grip.
Sophie plucks one from the pile, flipping it open to a dog-eared page. Her throat goes dry. "Oh," she breathes, the word dripping like honey off a knife. The script details, in explicit, clinical precision, how Sophie's character will be bent over the pirate ship's helm, Risky's fingers tangled in her hair while Shantae kneels between her thighs, Sky's gloved hand pinning her wrists, Rottytops' laughter echoing as she....
A chorus of metallic *pops* fills the trailer as all four toons' eyes rocket out of their sockets, hovering mid-air like grotesque party balloons. Rottytops' jaw unhinges with a *clang*, hitting the floor. Sky's glove falls off again. Risky's cigar drops, smoldering on the script pages.
Shantae makes a sound like a broken kazoo. "Th-that's *impossible*!" she squeaks, her ponytail standing straight up. "I... we can't...*none of us* have ever...!"
Sophie traces the script's margin notes with one manicured nail, her pulse thrumming where Risky's teeth had marked her neck moments ago. "Mm. 'Scene 89: Genie's *Bottled* Lust,'" she reads aloud, slow, savoring each syllable. Her thumb brushes over the storyboard sketch, Shantae's ink-dark fingers gripping her hips, their bodies pressed so close the lines blur. "Looks like *someone*," she murmurs, leaning in until her breath ghosts over Shantae's parted lips, "wants to see you *stretch*."
Behind them, Risky snatches her cigar off the burning script, ashes drifting onto Sky's discarded glove. "Told you," she repeats, smirk widening as Rottytops' hovering eyes spin into lurid pink hearts. "Hunger's the *least* of it."
Sky whimpers, her cheeks flushing violet. "I... I need to *faint*," she announces, then promptly collapses into Rottytops' arms, her tube top sliding dangerously low. The zombie toon grins, catching her with one hand while the other creeps toward Sophie's waistband.
Shantae's fingers twitch, ink lines rippling under Sophie's touch. "But... but the *kissing* was supposed to be our *big* scene," she whispers, voice cracking.
Sophie smirks, her thumb tracing Shantae's lower lip. "Oh honey," she murmurs, breath hot against the toon's mouth. "Looks like the *big kiss* scene is now the *big sex* scene."
Rottytops' pink eyes morph into spinning hearts, her grin stretching wider than physics should allow. "Fuck *yes*," she purrs, bouncing on the couch cushions.
Risky tilts Sophie's chin up with one slim finger, her smirk dripping with wicked promise. "Agreed," she growls, leaning in until their lips almost brush. "Unless you'd rather *chicken* out?"
Sky's blush spreads down her neck like spilled ink. "N-no way! That's... that's *inappropriate*!" But her hips shift, thighs pressing together, as her internal monologue screams *DO IT DO IT DO IT* in neon pink letters across her brain.
Shantae's hands flutter up like startled birds, her ink-dark eyes darting between Sophie and the locked trailer door. "B-but we *can't*... what if someone *hears*?" The protest trembles in her throat even as her animated skin ripples with suppressed desire, her gold hoop trembling between her heaving breasts.
Rottytops' grin is all teeth as she slinks closer, her light green fingers trailing up Sophie's thigh. "Oh please, *everyone* knows what happens in trailers stays in trailers," she purrs, her voice thick with mischief. Her other hand slides around Sky's waist, pulling the blonde toon flush against Sophie's back, eliciting a muffled squeak. "Isn't that right, birdie?"
Risky exhales a lazy plume of smoke, her fingertip still tilting Sophie's chin up. "Afraid you'll *squeak*, half-pint?" she taunts, her thumb brushing the human's lower lip. Sophie can taste the gunpowder on her skin, sharp and metallic.
Sky's internal monologue is a screaming neon sign, *JUST SAY YES YOU IDIOT* but what tumbles out is a strangled, "Th-that's *not* the point!" Her gloved hand clutch Sophie's shoulder, though whether to push or pull is anyone's guess.
The five women, one human and four 2D toons, sit back down and read the scripts new scenes. Rottytops pouts as she reads hers. "Hey! How come Shantae gets *two* sex scenes with Sophie? That's not fair!"
Sky nervously pipes up, "B-besides, isn't it kinda crazy? All of us here, Risky, Shantae, Rottytops, and me... none of us have ever... with a human before..." Her words trail off into a squeak as her gloved hand flutter anxiously in her lap.
Risky takes a long drag from her cigar, blowing smoke rings that morph into hearts before dissipating. "Exactly why I'm looking forward to this," she purrs, her red eyes gleaming with mischief as her gaze lingers on Sophie's exposed midriff. "All talk, no action until now, hm?"
Rottytops crosses her arms, her pink eyes narrowing. "Hey! Like *you're* one to talk, Ms. 'I-Can-Conquer-Anything-Except-A-Human's-Panties'!"
Shantae's hands tremble as she flips through the script pages, her ink-dark blush spreading down her neck. "T-two scenes?!" she squeaks, her voice cracking. "I can't... I mean, how..." Her ponytail springs upright as if electrified, her gold hoop quivering between her breasts.
Sky pats her shoulder sympathetically, though her own cheeks are flushed violet. "It's okay, we'll... we'll go in order! Just like the script! Y-you don't have to do the first one yet!"
Risky stretches lazily, her long legs draping over Sophie's lap. "Fine by me," she drawls, tapping the script with her cigar. "Fourth scene's *mine* anyway."
Sophie arches a brow, her manicured fingers tracing Risky's thigh. "Oh? And what *exactly* does the second scene entail?"
Sky's glove squeaks as she flips to the page, her eyes widening. "Uh. It's... it's *your* scene with *me*," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rottytops grins, her pink eyes swirling into hearts. "Ooooh, birdie's *first* time~" she sing-songs, earning a half-hearted swat from Sky.
Sophie leans in, her lips brushing Sky's ear, relishing the way the toon shivers. "Well then," she murmurs, her breath warm against Sky's flushed skin. "Shall we... *rehearse*?" Sky's reply is a strangled whimper as Sophie's fingers glide up her thigh, the silk of her tube top straining against her bouncing chest. Behind them, Shantae covers her face with her hands, her ponytail swaying like a metronome set to the frantic rhythm of her pulse.
As Sky and Sophie read their lines before they practice in front of the other three. Risky, Shantae and Rottytops sit down to watch them. Shantae is in the middle of Risky and Rottytops as Rottytops whispers to her. "Come on, Shanny. You *know* you want to watch Sophie rehearse~"
Shantae flushes ink-dark, her ponytail bouncing as she shifts. "I... it's just *acting*!" she hisses, but her blue anime eyes dart toward Sophie's plunging neckline anyway.
Sky smiles with her gloved hand on Sophie's shoulder and waves around with her bare hand. "And this is my hatchery! It ain't much, but it's home... well, for my birds anyway." Sophie's smirk deepens as she runs her fingers over the edge of a fake wooden perch, her nails scraping just enough to make Sky's breath hitch. "How... *quaint*," Sophie murmurs, her voice dripping with faux innocence as she leans in, letting her breath ghost over Sky's neck. "Do you train them yourself, or do they just... *obey*?"
Rottytops snorts from the couch, her pink eyes narrowing into sly crescents. "Oh, she *trains* them alright," she drawls, kicking her legs up onto Risky's lap. "Just like she's about to train *you*." Shantae's hands fly to her mouth, her ink-dark cheeks flushing as Sky sputters, her tube top straining with each flustered breath.
Risky just exhales smoke, her crimson gaze locked on the way Sophie's thumb traces slow circles over Sky's wrist. "Cut the shit, birdie," she purrs. "You're already *sweating*."
Sophie's fingers trail up Sky's arm, her touch light but deliberate, savoring the way the toon's skin ripples under her fingertips like water disturbed by a stone. "Tell me, Sky," she whispers, lips brushing the shell of Sky's ear, "do your birds ever... *misbehave*?"
Sky's glove squeaks as her fingers twitch, her free hand clutching at the fabric of her tight pants. "I... uh... *sometimes*," she stammers, her voice cracking.
Behind them, Shantae's ponytail springs upright like a startled cat's tail, her blue eyes widening into shimmering saucers. "O-oh wow," she breathes, her gold hoop trembling between her breasts.
Risky flicks ash onto the floor, her smirk widening as Rottytops leans forward, her pink eyes swirling into lurid hearts. "Damn," the zombie toon mutters, propping her chin on her hands. "And they say *I* don't know how to flirt."
Sky clears her throat, her gloved hand tightening on Sophie's shoulder as she forces herself back into character. "Sophie," she murmurs, voice trembling only slightly, "does... does any of this help you remember?" Her bare hand gestures around the makeshift set, the wooden perch wobbling under her touch.
Sophie exhales, her breath warm against Sky's collarbone as she scans the room with deliberate slowness. "No," she admits softly, her fingers trailing down Sky's arm in a way that makes the toon's ink ripple. "It's all just... blank." The scripted sadness in her voice is undercut by the way her thumb brushes Sky's pulse point, feeling the frantic flutter beneath animated skin.
Sky swallows hard, her bouncy mid-C cups pressing against Sophie's D-cups as she leans in. "We'll help you," she promises, her voice husky. "Even my zombie-brained friend..." Rottytops throws a donut at her head, "will help you remember." Sophie's lips curl into a smile, her fingers tangling with Sky's. "Thank you," she murmurs, just before her heel catches on the uneven floorboards.
The fall is artful, deliberate, Sophie's body arching backward, Sky's arms instinctively wrapping around her waist. Their lips meet in a collision of warmth and breath, Sophie's peach skin flush against Sky's ink-dark curves. The script called for a kiss, but not like this, not with Sophie's tongue sliding against Sky's, not with their breasts pressed so tightly together that Sky can feel the human's heartbeat through the thin fabric of her dress.
Behind them, Shantae makes a sound like a deflating balloon, her ponytail springing upright as Risky exhales a plume of smoke. "Well," the pirate drawls, her crimson gaze locked on the way Sophie's fingers tangle in Sky's hair. "That's one way to *memorize* your lines."
Sky jerks back with a gasp, her gloved hand flying to her lips, the ink-dark flush spreading down her neck like spilled wine. "I... we... that wasn't...!" she stammers, her bouncy chest heaving.
Sophie licks her own lips, slow, savoring the lingering taste of Sky's strawberry gloss. "Apologies," she murmurs, not sounding sorry at all. "Got carried away." Their eyes meet, Sky's blown-wide pupils swallowing the purple of her irises, and Sophie doesn't wait for the script's cue before pulling her back in, this time with teeth.
The trailer's bed creaks as Sophie sinks onto it, the pink dress pooling around her waist like molten candy. Sky's glove hits the floor with a muffled thump as Sophie arches a brow. "Well?" she purrs, trailing a nail down her own sternum. "Going to *take* me, or just stand there like a startled pigeon?"
Sky's tube top hits the ground before the last syllable fades, her animated skin rippling with the effort of keeping up with human speed. "Y-yes," she breatzes, her voice cracking as her tight white pants slide down ink-dark thighs. "God, *yes*."
Shantae's gold hoop trembles between her breasts as she watches Sky straddle Sophie, their bodies aligning with a slick, shuddering press of skin to ink. "Oh wow," she whispers, her ponytail swaying like a hypnotist's pendulum.
Risky's cigar glows as she leans back, her smirk sharp enough to cut. "Told you," she murmurs to no one, her red eyes reflecting the way Sky's back arches, the way Sophie's nails dig into animated hips. "Hunger's the *least* of it."
Sky pushes Sophie down onto the mattress with surprising strength for an animated woman, her ink-dark fingers trembling against Sophie's bare shoulders. "Keep your legs *just* like that," she murmurs, breath hitching as she slides the pink dress down Sophie's hips in one fluid motion, revealing smooth peach skin and the scandalous black lace clinging to Sophie's thighs. Sophie's breath catches when Sky's fingers hooks into the waistband..."Fuck, you're so beautiful. " Before peeling the panties down with a slow, deliberate drag that makes Sophie's thighs twitch.
The first brush of Sky's animated lips against Sophie's left nipple steals the oxygen from her lungs, not just warmth, but a *texture*, like silk dipped in honey, the way Sky's mouth conforms perfectly before sucking hard enough to pull a ragged moan from Sophie's throat. "Oh *god*..." Sophie arches off the bed, fingers tangling in Sky's now free blonde ink hair as the toon's tongue flicks over her areola in quick, practiced circles. "Your *mouth*... it's like..." Sky hums against her breast, the vibration traveling straight to Sophie's clit, and suddenly she understands why humans whisper about toons in dressing rooms.
Shantae makes a choked noise from the corner, her gold hoop trembling between her heaving breasts as Sky switches sides, her lips leaving Sophie's left nipple wet and achingly hard. "S-Sky, you're..." Shantae's voice cracks as Sophie's hips jerk involuntarily, her D-cups swaying with each ragged breath. Sky doesn't answer, too busy tracing the underside of Sophie's breast with her teeth, her animated skin rippling with every hungry pull.
Risky exhales a slow stream of smoke, her crimson gaze locked on the way Sophie's back bows off the mattress when Sky bites down, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make Sophie's thighs clamp around nothing, her cunt pulsing with the kind of empty ache that borders on agony. "Now this is a show." Risky purrs, flicking ash onto the floor as Sky's mouth moves lower, her lips trailing fire down Sophie's sternum. "She'll *ruin* you for humans." Rottytops' grin is all teeth, her pink eyes swirling into hearts as Sophie's fingers twist in the sheets, her body singing with the impossible heat of ink on skin.
Sky blushes as she pushes Sophie's legs wider apart, her ink-dark thighs trembling against Sophie's peach skin. "I...I've never..." Sky's voice cracks, her purple eyes shimmering with nervous anticipation as she hovers over Sophie's wetness, their heat mingling in the charged air between them.
Sophie arches up, her lips brushing Sky's ear as she murmurs, "Neither have I, darling. Not like this." The admission sends a visible ripple through Sky's animated skin, her outline flickering like candlelight before steadying.
Their first press together is electric, not friction, not yet, just the unbearable, liquid heat of Sky's ink-slick folds against Sophie's swollen lips, neither moving, both trembling. Sky whimpers into Sophie's mouth, her kiss clumsy with awe. "Oh wow," she breathes against Sophie's lips, her voice trembling like her thighs. "You're so... warm." Sophie's answering moan is muffled by Sky's tongue as their hips finally, *finally* rock together, a slow grind that makes Sky's animated skin ripple violently, her outline blurring at the edges like smudged watercolor.
Behind them, Shantae's gold hoop clatters against her chest as she clutches it, her ponytail standing upright. "Oh wow," she whispers, her blue eyes wide and unblinking. "Sky's *glowing*." And she is, pulsing with a soft, pinkish light where their bodies meet, her ink shimmering with each thrust as if lit from within.
Sophie gasps as Sky's pussy seals tight against hers on the next grind, the sudden suction pulling a broken cry from her throat. Sky's answering moan is high, reedy, her fingers digging into Sophie's hips hard enough to leave temporary marks in her skin.
"Oh fuck...*fuck*, Sophie," Sky pants between frantic thrusts, her voice wavering like a skipping record, "your *heat*, it's... I can't..."
Sophie whimpers as Sky's whole body ripples violently, the toon's outline blurring at the edges when their clits finally align perfectly. "Tell me," Sophie demands through clenched teeth, dragging her nails down Sky's back just to watch the ink swirl under her touch, "tell me you're close too."
Sky's laughter is giddy, breathless, her hips stuttering as she grinds down harder. "*So* close, but... god, Soph, you should *see* yourself," she gasps, her voice cracking on a particularly rough thrust that makes Sophie's vision whiten at the edges, "all flushed and *desperate* for me..."
The first wave hits Sophie like a lightning strike, no buildup, just *impact* her back arching off the bed as her thighs clamp around Sky's waist involuntarily. "Sky...*Sky*..." she sobs, her fingers scrabbling against animated skin gone liquid-hot and vibrating under her touch. Sky's answering cry is muffled against Sophie's neck as her body locks up, the unmistakable sensation of *pressure* building where their bodies meet before, with a wet, shuddering gasp, Sky *pulses* against her, the flood of ink-warm slickness so sudden and *deep* that Sophie's second orgasm punches through her with a silent scream.
Behind them, Shantae makes a strangled noise, her ponytail standing rigid as Risky exhales a slow, appreciative plume of smoke. "Well," the pirate murmurs, her crimson gaze locked on the way Sky's entire body flickers like a faulty neon sign, "that's one way to *christen* a trailer."
Sophie barely hears her, too busy gasping as Sky collapses bonelessly atop her, their sweat-slick skin sticking together in ways that should be impossible for a 2D toon. Sky's breath hitches when Sophie's fingers card through her hair, not just touching, but *sinking into* the ink-dark strands like they're made of liquid shadow. "Did you just..." Sophie starts, then stops, her voice hoarse as she becomes acutely aware of the unfamiliar *fullness* between her thighs.
Sky's grin is dopey, dazed, her purple eyes half-lidded as she nuzzles Sophie's collarbone. "Mmm. Surprise," she slurs, her voice thick with post-orgasm bliss, "toon *magic*." She punctuates it with a lazy roll of her hips that makes Sophie jerk, the sensation of ink-warm wetness *moving* inside her stealing the breath from her lungs.
Rottytops' giggle is pure mischief as she bounces onto the bed, the mattress jostling under her weight. "Aw, look at you two...*glazed* like donuts." She waggles Sophie's script between slim fingers. "But playtime's over, sweet cheeks. My turn to *rehearse*."
Sky stretches with an exaggerated groan, her mid-C cups bouncing as she arches backward, her animated spine curving like a bowstring. "Ugh, *fine*," she whines, spinning into a sudden mini tornado, ink-dark limbs blurring, sheets flying, before screeching to a halt, fully dressed, her tube top suspiciously *clean*. She plops onto the couch beside Shantae, whose gold hoop is still vibrating faintly.
Sophie stays sprawled naked, the script pressed into her limp fingers as Rottytops straddles her thighs, the zombie toon's cold hands framing Sophie's flushed face. "Now," Rottytops purrs, her pink eyes swirling into hearts, "let's see if *you* can make *me* glow." Her grin is all teeth as she leans down, her breath minty with cartoonish freshness. "Page forty-two, darling. The *kiss* scene."
Shantae's fingers twist in the hem of her harem pants, her ponytail twitching with every ragged breath. "Sky," she whispers, barely audible over the rustle of Rottytops' fingers skimming Sophie's ribs, "what was it *like*?"
Sky's answering sigh is dreamy, her ink-dark fingers tracing lazy circles on her own thigh where Sophie's nails had dug in. "Like... when you stretch your arm *too* far," she murmurs, watching Rottytops' mouth hover inches from Sophie's, "that second before it snaps back? That *ache*?" Shantae swallows hard, her gold hoop trembling against her collarbone.
Rottytops and Sophie pretend to walk into a room. Rottytops gestures to nothing in particular. "And this is my... uh... totally real bed. I've traveled around a lot with my brothers. Maybe something I collected can help get your memories back." Rottytops bends over as her black shorts with ripped off legs, hugs her curvy ass.
Sophie runs a hand through her dark brown hair, "Oh... I was remembering something while I was with Shantae and Sky."
Rottytops' jaw hits the ground with a loud thud sound effect, her pink eyes bulging out of her skull on springs. "Wait, wait, *wait*! Are you saying what I *think* you're saying?"
Sophie nods, biting her lower lip. "Yeah. Sex... seems to help bring my memories back."
Rottytops' shock melts into a slow, wicked grin as she wraps her arms around Sophie's neck, pulling her close. "Well, sugar," she murmurs, her breath cool and minty against Sophie's lips, "let *me* help too." The kiss isn't gentle, it's hungry, Rottytops' teeth nipping at Sophie's lower lip before her tongue delves deep, tasting every gasp.
Sophie moans into the kiss, her hands sliding down Rottytops' back to grip the curve of her ass, the zombie toon's shorts impossibly soft under her fingers. Rottytops hums against her mouth, pressing their bodies flush, her cold skin sending shivers down Sophie's spine as their hips grind together.
Shantae watches, transfixed, her ponytail twitching like a metronome. Sky leans in, her lips brushing Shantae's ear. "See?" she whispers, her voice thick with amusement. "Told you humans *melt*."
Shantae swallows hard, her gold hoop trembling against her collarbone as Rottytops pulls back just enough to murmur, "Let's see how much you *remember* by morning," before dragging Sophie toward the bed with a laugh that curls like smoke.
Rottytops' fingers hook into her own waistband, her grin widening as Sophie's breath hitches. "Eyes on the prize, sugar," she purrs, peeling down her black shorts in one fluid motion. Next goes her shirt, her bouncy, animated B-cup breasts jiggling free with a cartoonish *boing* that makes Sky snort into her hand. Sophie's mouth goes dry at the sight of Rottytops' ink-dark skin gleaming under the trailer's lights, her curves defying physics in ways that shouldn't be possible outside of a sketchbook.
"Keep standing," Rottytops orders, sinking to her knees with a wink, her cold hands sliding up Sophie's thighs to part them. "Unless you *want* to collapse." Sophie barely manages a shaky nod before Rottytops' tongue, longer than any human's, textured like wet velvet, darts out to lick a stripe from her clit to her entrance, the sudden *heat* of it stealing Sophie's balance. She stumbles back against the bedframe, her fingers scrabbling for purchase as Rottytops' tongue *flicks* inside her with a precision that shouldn't exist outside of fantasy.
"Fuck...*fuck*," Sophie gasps, her thighs trembling as Rottytops hums against her, the vibration traveling straight to her spine. Rottytops' hands grip Sophie's hips hard enough to leave temporary ink-smudges, her tongue fucking deeper with each thrust, the wet, rhythmic sounds drowning out Sky's whispered "Oh *wow*" and Shantae's gold hoop clattering to the floor.
Shantae scrambles to catch it, her bouncy B-cups nearly spilling free from her red bra as she fumbles. Sky swoops in, gloved fingers snagging the hoop mid-air with a cartoonish *twang*. "Got it!" Sky grins, dangling the gold ring like a prize as Shantae's blush darkens to violet.
Risky exhales a plume of smoke, her smirk sharp enough to cut glass. "Careful, hero," she drawls, "your *heroics* are showing."
Rottytops moans around Sophie's clit, her pink eyes rolling back as Sophie's fingers twist in her short green hair, pulling hard. The first spurt of clear fluid hits Rottytops' tongue like lightning, her pupils dilate, her animated throat working greedily as she swallows, then *groans*, the sound vibrating against Sophie's oversensitive flesh. Sophie arches with a shattered cry, her orgasm ripping through her so violently her vision whites out at the edges.
"Tastes like..." Rottytops pants, licking her lips with a tongue that stretches obscenely long, "...like champagne and cherries." She grins up at Sophie, whose legs give out, sending her collapsing onto the bed in a boneless heap. Shantae makes a strangled noise, her gold hoop clutched to her chest like a shield, her ponytail twitching like a live wire.
Sky's glove hovers near her own mouth, her purple eyes wide. "Oh wow," she breathes, "you *drank* her."
Rottytops' grin is all teeth as she crawls up Sophie's trembling body, her cold fingers tracing the human's collarbone. "Better," she purrs, pressing their foreheads together, "I *sipped* her." Sophie's gasp is muffled by Rottytops' mouth crashing onto hers, the taste of her own arousal sharp and startling on those animated lips. The zombie toon's hips grind down hard, their wetness mingling in a way that makes Sophie's toes curl, Rottytops' pussy isn't just slick, it *vibrates*, the subtle hum against Sophie's clit pulling a broken whimper from her throat.
"Look at you," Rottytops murmurs against Sophie's lips, her thumbs circling Sophie's nipples with impossible precision, "all *human* and *needy*." She punctuates it with a roll of her hips that sends Sophie's back arching off the bed, her legs locking around Rottytops' waist instinctively. The toon's laughter is dark, delighted, her breath minty-cool as she nips Sophie's lower lip. "Guess what, sugar? You're *stuck* now."
Sophie's moan is half-protest, half-pleasure as Rottytops' pussy seals tight against hers, the suction undeniable, the heat *wrong* in the best way, like ice burning.
Shantae's gold hoop hits the floor again with a clatter, her whisper trembling. "Her *eyes*..."
Rottytops' pupils have dilated into swirling pink hearts, her outline flickering at the edges like a corrupted film reel as she grinds harder, faster, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that sends the trailer's curtains fluttering. Sophie claws at Rottytops' back, her nails sinking into ink-dark skin that *gives* like wet clay, the sensation of being both inside and outside the toon at once tearing a sob from her chest.
"Come *on*," Rottytops growls, her voice glitching into static as her fingers tighten on Sophie's breasts, "show me how *human* you break." The first spurt hits Rottytops' vibrating folds like a live wire, her whole body seizing as Sophie's climax rips through them both, Rottytops' moan is a record scratch, her back bowing violently, her inky slickness flooding Sophie in pulses that feel *alive*, squirming deep like liquid lightning.
Behind them, Sky's glove flies off with a *pop*, her animated fingers stretching to catch Shantae's wobbling knees. "Whoa there, hero," Sky giggles, her free hand fanning her own flushed face, "you gonna *melt* or what?" Shantae's whimper is answer enough, her gold hoop rolling forgotten under the bed as Rottytops collapses atop Sophie, their sweat-slick skin sticking in ways that defy dimension.
"See," Rottytops pants against Sophie's collarbone, her tongue flicking out to trace the human's pulse point, "toons *know* how to worship." Sophie's fingers twitch in Rottytops' green hair, still clutching fistfuls like she's afraid the zombie might dissolve into ink between her thighs. "Sky was right," Rottytops murmurs, her voice hoarse, lips shining, "you *do* taste like..."
"...peppermint and rebellion?" Risky finishes from the couch, her smirk sharp enough to cut glass as she stands up. "Adorable." Her boots click against the floor of the trailer, each step measured, deliberate, until she's looming over the tangled duo. "My turn."
Rottytops' groan is theatrical as she plants one last kiss on Sophie's lips, deep, claiming, her teeth catching Sophie's lower lip just shy of pain, before spinning into a dizzying tornado. Spinning in place before coalescing back into her fully-dressed form on the couch beside Shantae, whose ponytail has gone completely rigid. "Knock 'em dead, Risky," Rottytops croons, kicking her feet up on the coffee table. "Or *alive*. Whatever."
Risky's laugh is smoke-dark as she hooks two fingers under Sophie's chin, tilting her face up. "Oh darling," she murmurs, thumb swiping the smear of Rottytops' lipstick off Sophie's mouth, "you have *no* idea what's coming." Sophie's breath hitches, not from fear, but the way Risky's fingers *crackles* with static where it touches her skin, like live wires dancing over her jawline.
Risky puts her bare hands on her curvy hips as she throws her head back with a loud evil laugh. "Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho! You pathetic little princess!" she sneers, her D-cup breasts bouncing with each mocking chuckle, the physics-defying jiggle making her skull bikini top strain dangerously.
Sophie grips the imaginary bars of her cell, her knuckles white as she glares up at the pirate queen. "They'll come for me, Risky! Shantae and Sky and Rottytops, they won't let you get away with this!" Her voice wavers just enough to betray the heat pooling between her thighs as Risky's thigh-high boots creak with each deliberate step closer.
Risky's smirk is a blade in the dim light as she leans down, her skull bikini top pressing against Sophie's fingers. "Oh darling," she purrs, her breath smelling of rum and lightning, "by the time your little *heroes* arrive?" Her smooth hand trails down Sophie's side, the smooth skin catching on every shiver. "You'll be dripping my name from those pretty lips." Sophie's gasp is half-protest, half-prayer as Risky's fingers squeeze her hip. "And this pussy?" Risky's whisper is a live wire down Sophie's spine. "It'll be *mine*."
Behind them, Shantae's squeak is cartoonishly high-pitched, her gold hoop, which she got back, rattling against her collarbone as she clutches the script with ink-smeared fingers. "That's... that's not in the *lines*," she stammers, her ponytail twitching like a metronome set to 'panic'.
Risky doesn't even glance back, her red eyes locked on Sophie's parted lips. "Neither is *this*," she murmurs before sealing their mouths together, the kiss less a meeting and more a *claiming*, her tongue mapping Sophie's teeth like territory to be conquered.
Sky's glove hits the floor with a wet slap, her own tongue lolling as Rottytops wolf-whistles, her pink eyes swirling into hearts. "Damn, Risky," she drawls, fanning herself with a script page, "save some *domination* for the rest of us." Sophie's moan is swallowed whole by Risky's mouth, her fingers scrabbling uselessly at the pirate's shoulders as her hips jerk forward, only for Risky to pull back with a smirk, leaving Sophie gasping, swaying, *ruined*. "And..." Risky declares, licking Sophie's lipstick off her teeth. "*That's* how you villain, darling."
Sophie blinks slowly, her lips swollen, her thighs slick. "Why... why did you call me *pincers*?" she breathes, her voice hoarse, her fingers twitching against the bedsheet.
Risky's chuckle vibrates through the mattress as she looks down at the gorgeous human starlet. "*Princess*, you sweet, oblivious thing," she purrs, her fingers tracing Sophie's collarbone like a treasure map. "Sophie of the Desire Kingdom, heir to the throne of *hunger* itself. Your magic?" Risky's teeth graze Sophie's earlobe. "It drips from your cunt like honey, and whoever *tastes* it..." Her hand slides lower, cupping Sophie wet naked pussy. "...owns every whim in the world."
Sophie's gasp is theatrical, her back arching off the bed. "*Desire* magic?" she whispers, her eyes wide, her pulse hammering against Risky's palm. "But... but that's impossible!"
Risky's laughter is dark velvet as she peels off her skull bikini with a *snap*, her D-cup breasts bouncing free, the animated nipples already pebbled. "Oh, princess," she coos, her hands trailing down her own waist, her hips, the delicious V of her thighs. "The only thing *impossible* here..." She Pulls down her tight pirate pants. "...is you resisting me."
The cell door creaks open, or seems to, Risky's fingers flickering with cartoonish illusion as she straddles Sophie's hips, her naked skin gleaming like wet ink under the dim lights. Sophie whimpers, her thighs spreading instinctively as Risky's weight settles, her cartoon pussy already glistening, the scent of salt and ozone thick in the air. "Tell me, *princess*," Risky murmurs, grinding down slow, her smirk widening at Sophie's choked gasp. "How does it feel?" Her teeth catch Sophie's lower lip. "To be *claimed* by your own magic?"
Behind them, Shantae's script bursts into flames, her gold hoop rolling away as Sky frantically fans the smoke with her glove. Rottytops just grins, stretching her arms behind her head with a contented sigh. "Best. Rehearsal. Ever."
Sophie's fingers clutch at Risky's thighs as the pirate queen slides up her body, the friction of ink-slick skin against human flesh leaving goosebumps in its wake. "Wait..." Sophie gasps, but Risky's knee presses between her breasts, silencing her with the weight of anticipation.
"You wanted to know what makes us different?" Risky purrs, her voice dripping with dark amusement as she hovers over Sophie's face, her light purple pussy glistening like wet acrylic. "Lick. And learn." The first touch of Sophie's tongue is tentative, the taste startling, not flesh, but something electric, like licking a battery dipped in honey. Risky's moan crackles through the air like static, her hips jerking forward instinctively.
"Fuck...*yes*," Risky hisses, her fingers tangling in Sophie's hair as she grinds down, the swell of her ass jiggling with each movement. Sophie's nails dig into Risky's thighs, her tongue delving deeper, chasing the impossible slickness that coats her lips. The vibrations start low, a hum that travels from Risky's core to Sophie's mouth, the sensation like swallowing lightning.
Behind them, Shantae's knees buckle with an audible *sproing*, her eyes swirling into heart-shaped pupils as Sky barely catches her. "I... I think I need to lie down," Shantae whimpers, her voice glitching.
Rottytops just winks, stretching her arm across the room to retrieve a water bottle. "Drink up, hero," she chuckles, tossing it at Sky's head. "You're gonna need it."
Sky catches the bottle with a pout, her glove squeaking against the plastic. "Rotty!" she huffs, twisting the cap off with exaggerated care. "You know Shantae gets dehydrated when she's *flustered*." She lifts the bottle to Shantae's trembling lips, tilting it gently. "Slow sips, okay? Humans don't *bounce* back like we do."
Risky's fingers tighten in Sophie's hair, her hips stuttering forward with a wet *smack*. "F-fuck," she stammers, her voice crackling with static, "your *tongue*..." Sophie's response is muffled, her lips sealed tight around Risky's clit as she flicks faster, the tip of her tongue tracing frantic circles until Risky's thighs quake. The pirate queen's eyes cross, her pupils dilating into jagged stars as her back arches violently. "Oh *fuck*, I'm..."
Sophie's throat works greedily as Risky's climax hits, not a trickle, but a flood of electric-clear ink that bursts against her tongue, crackling like champagne bubbles laced with lightning. She swallows convulsively, the taste exploding across her senses, salt and ozone and something *alive*, wriggling down her throat like liquid fire. Risky's scream is pure distortion, her body flickering between dimensions as she collapses forward, her forehead thudding against the headboard with a cartoonish *boing*.
Sky's glove claps over Shantae's eyes just as Rottytops stretches her neck to peer over their shoulders. "Damn," Rotty breathes, her grin widening as Sophie licks her lips, dazed. "That's *one* way to learn toon anatomy."
Risky recovers fast, too fast, her pupils sharpening back to crimson slits as she pushes off the headboard with a growl. "Not *nearly* done with you, princess," she rasps, her voice still crackling with leftover static. Before Sophie can gasp, Risky pushes her onto her back, sliding down her body with liquid grace, her light purple hands pressing Sophie's shoulders into the mattress. The moment Risky's curvy animated hips slot between Sophie's shapely thighs, the human actress arches with a whimper, Risky's pussy isn't just warm, it's *alive*, the outer lips vibrating faintly against Sophie's own as if charged.
"First time," Risky mutters, almost to herself, her smirk faltering for a heartbeat as she rocks forward experimentally. Her breath hitches, real, unguarded, and Sophie feels it everywhere, the way Risky's thighs tremble, the way her slickness spills heavier, hotter, as if her body is learning human wetness by *osmosis*. "Fuck," Risky hisses, her nails digging into Sophie's shoulders, "you're *softer* than I..."
The rest is lost in a moan as Sophie rolls her hips up, grinding their clits together in a slow, filthy circle. Risky's eyes snap wide, her jaw dropping with a soundless gasp before she snarls and *thrusts*, her animated pussy sealing tight against Sophie's in a suction that pulls a scream from both of them. Behind them, Shantae's choked sob is muffled by Sky's glove.
"Fuck...*fuck*... you feel like *home*," Risky pants, her voice cracking on the last word as she pistons her hips, her outer lips stretching with each snap forward to keep their clits locked in a slick, vibrating seal. The bed rattles against the wall, the headboard knocking in time with Risky's frantic pace. Sophie claws at the sheets, her back arching off the mattress as Risky's D-cup breasts bounce inches from her face, each jiggle accompanied by a cartoonish *boing* that echoes in her skull. "Come *on*, princess," Risky growls, her fingers digging into Sophie's thighs hard enough to bruise, "show me that pretty little *human* climax..."
Sophie's scream is raw, unfiltered, her body bowing as her orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her clear cum squirting between their grinding pussies to slide down Risky's thighs in shimmering rivulets. The pirate queen's laugh is guttural, triumphant, her thrusts turning erratic as she chases her own release. "That's it...*take* it," Risky snarls, her eyes rolling back as her animated cunt clenches rhythmically around Sophie's, the suction pulling another broken moan from the human's lips.
Risky's climax hits with a thunderclap of wet static, her clear ink flooding Sophie's womb in hot, electric pulses that make the actress's toes curl. The pirate's hips stutter, her thighs trembling as she rides out the aftershocks, her pussy still twitching against Sophie's oversensitive flesh. "Fuck...*fuck*," Risky slurs, collapsing forward to brace herself on shaking arms, her sweat-slick forehead pressing against Sophie's.
Behind them, Shantae's gold hoop clatters to the floor again as her knees finally give out, her eyes swirling into spirals. "I... I think I left the stove on," she whimpers, before face-planting into Sky's lap with a muffled *fwump*.
Rottytops just grins, stretching her arm across the room to snag a cigarette from Risky's discarded coat. "And *that*, ladies," she draws, lighting it with a snap of her fingers, "is why humans are *fun*."
Risky smirks, adjusting her skull bikini with a theatrical flourish. "Mmm, princess," she murmurs, tracing Sophie's flushed cheek with a fingertip, "you taste like *victory*." Then, in a blink, she's on her feet, spinning in a whirlwind of ink and fabric, her laughter crackling like static. When the mini tornado dissipates, she's fully dressed again, her pirate coat swaying as she saunters to the couch, hips rolling with every step.
Shantae's gulp is audible, her fingers fumbling with the gold hoop between her breasts. "I, uh..." Her voice squeaks, and she clears her throat, cheeks darkening. "I guess it's… my turn?"
Sophie licks her lips, still tasting ozone and salt, her thighs pressing together reflexively. "You *guess*?" she breathes, arching a brow. Shantae's answering whimper is half-laugh, half-panic as she steps forward, her harem pants whispering against her thighs.
Behind them, Sky's glove squeaks against the couch cushions as she leans forward. "Shantae," she stage-whispers, "your *ponytail* is vibrating."
Rottytops exhales a smoke ring shaped like a heart. "Aw, look," she coos, nudging Risky's shoulder. "Baby's first *human*."
Shantae's squeak is muffled by Sophie's fingers curling around her wrist, pulling her closer. "Relax," Sophie murmurs, guiding Shantae's trembling hand to her waist. "I don't *bite*."
Shantae's breath hitches, her palm hovering over Sophie's hip like she's afraid to press down. "You… you sure?" she whispers, her eyes darting to Sophie's lips.
Sophie's grin is slow, deliberate. "Only one way to find out."
Shantae takes a breath and goes into acting mode, as she smiles softly at Sophie. "Sophie, it's alright now." she says, placing her animated hand gently on Sophie's shoulder. "You're safe here. Risky will never hurt you again." Her blue ink eyes shimmer with earnest sincerity, the way they always do in the game's heartfelt cutscenes. "Me and my friends... we'll *always* protect you. No matter what."
Sophie exhales shakily, part acting, part something far more real, as she leans into Shantae's touch. "God, Shantae..." Her voice cracks, fingers curling into the toon's loose harem pants. "I don't know what I'd do without you." Then, before Shantae can deliver her next scripted line, Sophie surges forward, crushing their mouths together in a kiss that tastes like desperation and cherry lip gloss.
Shantae's gasp is muffled, her ponytail bouncing as Sophie's hands slide up her waist, fingers finding the gold hoop between her breasts. "S-Sophie...?" The script flutters forgotten to the floor as Sophie tugs, the red ink bra unraveling with a *snick* of toon physics, Shantae's bouncy B-cups springing free with an almost audible *boing*. "W-wait, we're supposed to... *ohhh*..." The protest dies into a whimper as Sophie's thumbs circle her animated nipples, the sensation crackling up Shantae's spine like licking a live wire.
"You saved me," Sophie murmurs against Shantae's throat, her teeth grazing the ink-dark skin there. "Now let me thank you." Her fingers hook into the waistband of Shantae's harem pants, peeling them down with a slow, deliberate drag that makes the toon's knees wobble. The red fabric pools at Shantae's ankles just as Sophie's tongue flicks over one peaked nipple, and Shantae's entire body *vibrates*, her cartoon pussy glistening under the trailer's fluorescent lights. "H-holy *genie*...!" she squeaks, her voice glitching into a higher pitch as Sophie drops to her knees.
Sophie's hands grip Shantae's hips, spinning her around with a force that sends her ponytail whipping against Sophie's cheek. "You're *so* fucking pretty," Sophie breathes, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the curve of Shantae's ass, each one leaving a faint shimmer where her lipstick smudges the ink.
Shantae's gasp echoes through the trailer as Sophie's tongue traces the crease between her cheeks, slow and exploratory, the taste unexpectedly sweet, like sugar-dusted fruit. "Sophie, *wait*, I've never..." Shantae's protest dissolves into a moan so high-pitched it nearly shatters the lightbulbs overhead, her eyes morphing into pulsing pink hearts mid-sentence.
The first press of Sophie's tongue against Shantae's tight, fluttering asshole sends the toon lurching forward, her palms slapping against the trailer wall with a cartoonish *smack*. "Oh *fuck*," Shantae whimpers, her voice cracking as Sophie's tongue delves deeper, circling the quivering rim before spearing inside. The sensation is electric, Shantae's body clenches around Sophie's tongue in rhythmic pulses, each contraction sending tiny sparks skittering across Sophie's lips.
Behind them, Rottytops whistles low, stretching her neck to peer over Sophie's shoulder. "Damn, hero," she chuckles, flicking ash from her cigarette. "Looks like *someone* just unlocked a new achievement."
Sophie groans against Shantae's ass, the vibrations making the toon's thighs quake. She's never done this before, never even *considered* it, but Shantae's responding whines are intoxicating, each one higher, more desperate than the last. "Tell me," Sophie murmurs, dragging her tongue up the seam of Shantae's ass before swirling around the twitching rim. "How does it *feel*?"
Shantae's fingers scrabble against the wall, her breath hitching in staccato bursts. "L-like...*ohhh*... like you're rewiring my *spine*," she gasps, her voice distorting as Sophie's tongue presses deeper, fucking into her with slow, deliberate thrusts. The heat is unreal, pulsing around Sophie's tongue in wet, rhythmic clenches, and Shantae's hips jerk back involuntarily, her ass cheeks jiggling against Sophie's lips with every movement.
Sky claps her hands over her mouth, her glove squeaking. "Shantae! You're... your *ponytail* is *glowing*!"
Rottytops cackles, stretching her arm to poke Shantae's trembling thigh. "Yeah, and her *ears* are steaming. Classic."
Sophie doesn't stop, doesn't even slow, she curls her tongue just *so*, and Shantae's entire body locks up, her moan shattering into static as her asshole clenches tight around Sophie's tongue. The taste shifts suddenly, sweet to electric, and Sophie pulls back just enough to watch Shantae's clear ink spill over her own thighs in shimmering rivulets, her pussy pulsing in time with the contractions around Sophie's tongue.
Shantae's knees give out entirely, her body slumping forward with a wet *fwump* against the trailer wall, her breath coming in shaky, glitched-out pants. Sophie licks her lips, tasting ozone and sugar, and leans forward to whisper against the small of Shantae's back: "So how was I gorgeous ?"
Shantae's responding whimper is muffled against the wallpaper, but the way her tailbone arches, presenting herself even *more*, is answer enough.
Behind them, Rottytops stretches her neck obscenely long to drape over Sophie's shoulder, her grin sharp as a switchblade. "Damn, hero," she purrs, blowing smoke rings that morph into tiny hearts midair, "who knew *Hollywood* had such a talented tongue?" Sophie doesn't answer, too busy tracing the quivering furl of Shantae's asshole with the very tip of her tongue, savoring the way the toon's thighs tremble when she flicks just *so*.
Shantae whimpers, her fingers clawing at the trailer wall like she's trying to climb it, her ponytail vibrating fast enough to blur. "Sophie...*ohhh*...your *mouth*," she gasps, her voice glitching between octaves as Sophie drags her tongue up in one long, wet stripe, pausing to nip at the plush curve of Shantae's ass. The toon's entire body jerks, her animated skin flushing a deeper shade of ink where Sophie's teeth graze.
Then, in a burst of toon-speed movement, Shantae spins around, her eyes wide with cartoon hearts, her hands framing Sophie's face. "Sophie," she breathes, her voice honey-warm and shaking, "I need..." Before she can finish, she *moves*, pushing Sophie backward onto the bed with enough force to bounce the mattress springs. Shantae's lips crash into Sophie's, her animated mouth impossibly soft yet electric, her tongue tasting like sugar and ozone as it slides against Sophie's own.
Shantae's hips slot between Sophie's thighs with a precision that feels scripted by the gods, her animated pussy pressing flush against Sophie's in a slick, vibrating seal that makes both women gasp into each other's mouths. Shantae's eyes bulge comically, popping out of her head on tiny springs before snapping back into place with an audible *boing*. "Ohhhh *wow*," she whimpers, her voice cracking as she grinds down experimentally, her outer lips sliding along Sophie's fuller ones. "You're so *warm*... like sunlight made *liquid*..."
Sophie arches beneath her, her fingers digging into Shantae's waist hard enough to leave temporary indents in the ink. "Fuck...your *hips*," she gasps, watching Shantae's belly roll in hypnotic waves as she begins a slow, undulating rhythm, part belly dance, part obscene puppetry. "How are you *doing* that?"
Shantae's laughter is breathless, her ponytail bouncing with each thrust. "T-toon physics," she stammers, her B-cups jiggling against Sophie's chest with every downward snap of her hips, each bounce punctuated by cartoonish *boing* sounds that shouldn't be erotic but somehow are. "Ohhh *genie*... Sophie, I..." Her words dissolve into static as Sophie's hands slide up to cup her breasts, thumbs circling her peaked nipples with just enough pressure to make Shantae's entire body *vibrate*, her pussy clenching rhythmically around Sophie's clit.
Behind them, Rottytops wolf-whistles, stretching her neck to drape over Sky's shoulder. "Damn, Shantae," she cackles, blowing a smoke ring that morphs into a winking emoji midair. "Who knew *heroes* could ride like that?" Shantae doesn't answer, too busy whimpering as Sophie bucks up against her, their combined wetness smearing in glistening streaks across both their thighs. The trailer fills with the sound of slick skin meeting animated ink, punctuated by Shantae's increasingly high-pitched gasps, each one distorting like a tape being stretched too far.
Sophie's breath comes in ragged bursts, her thighs trembling as Shantae's thrusts grow frantic, the toon's small frame pistoning with improbable strength. "I can't...*oh god*... I can't go back to men," Sophie chokes out, her nails raking down Shantae's spine hard enough to leave shimmering trails in the ink. "Not after *this*... not after *you*..." Shantae's answering moan is half-laugh, half-sob as her hips stutter, her animated pussy sealing airtight to Sophie's just as both women crest.
Sophie comes first with a scream that cracks like glass, her head thrashing back against the mattress as her clear cum squirts between their pressed lips in hot pulses. Shantae grinds down harder with each spasm, her breath hitching as she watches Sophie's thighs glisten, until her own climax hits like a thunderclap. "*JACKPOT*!" Shantae shrieks, her pupils morphing into spinning slot machine cherries as her back arches impossibly. Clear ink floods Sophie's womb in thick, electric spurts that make her toes curl against the sheets.
Behind them, Risky's cigarette drops from her lips as Sky claps both hands over her mouth. "Holy *shit*,"
Rottytops breathes, her elongated neck twisting to peer between Sophie's shaking thighs. "That's... that's gotta be a new record." Shantae collapses forward with a wet *fwump*, her spent body flattening cartoonishly against Sophie's chest before popping back to shape with an audible *boing*.
Sophie's fingers twitch against Shantae's damp waist, her womb still fluttering around phantom pulses of ink. The toon's ponytail lies limp across Sophie's collarbone, its usual bounce reduced to exhausted tremors. "*Mmph*," Shantae mumbles into Sophie's cleavage, her voice muffled and staticky. "*Five stars*. Would... would get knocked up by you again." Sophie's laugh comes out ragged, her hips still jerking with aftershocks as Shantae's cum trickles down her inner thighs, joining the barely-dried evidence of Sky, Rottytops, and Risky's earlier visits.
Three sharp knocks rattle the trailer door. "*Ten minutes*, ladies," barks a PA's voice, followed by the unmistakable squeak of sensible shoes retreating.
Shantae yelps, her limbs elongating cartoonishly as she scrambles upright, only for her ankle to catch in her discarded harem pants, sending her spinning into a mini cyclone of red fabric and purple hair. "*Whoopwhoopwhoop*..." The tornado resolves with a *pop*, revealing Shantae fully dressed, albeit with her tiara askew and her bra hoop hooked around one ear. Sophie blinks at the physics-defying transformation, her own dress still pooled around her waist. "Showoff," she murmurs, thumbing a smear of ink from her lower lip.
"*Me?*" Shantae's hands fly to her hips, her ponytail bouncing indignantly. "You're the one who...*ah!*..." Her protest cuts off as Sophie tugs her closer by the gold bra ring, using it to reel her in like a fish on a line. Their mouths crash together, Shantae's lips tasting of ozone and cherry chapstick, Sophie's fingers twisting in the toon's waistband hard enough to leave temporary creases in the ink. When they break apart, Shantae's eyes have morphed into wobbly pink spirals. "*Guh*," she articulates brilliantly.
Sophie smirks, smoothing her dress down over sticky thighs. "Save the *guh* for the cameras, gorgeous." Outside, Rottytops' cackle echoes through the lot, followed by Sky's squeaky attempt at a wolf whistle. Shantae's blush darkens to violet, her fingers fumbling with her crooked tiara. Sophie leans in, her breath hot against the toon's pointed ear. "Unless," she murmurs, catching Shantae's earlobe between her teeth, "you'd rather stay here and *rewrite* the script?" Shantae's resulting squeak makes the trailer lights flicker.