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Found Inspiration	By : chroniclyflaming Category: Dragon Ball Z > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1643 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Prompt: Marron, the Fanfiction Writer
(Bear with me, this is a little strange. Probably because it was inspired by a weird dream I had when I was whacked out on cold medicine.)
Marron has been writing fanfiction even since she was a teenager because it's a fun hobby. It turns out she's also a big yaoi fan and when she finds out about Goten and Trunks' relationship, she starts writing stories about them. Trunks and Goten eventually find out and Marron is really embarrassed about it. However, it turns out that they're both flattered by it and/or get off on the idea of erotic stuff about them circulating the internet. And so, they start giving her writing tips and tell her lots of juicy details about what they get up to in the bedroom so that her stories are as realistic as possible.
Meanwhile, Bra is jealous that Marron is spending more time with her idiot brother and his idiot boyfriend than with her. Eventually, she figures out why Marron is spending so much time with them and is pissed off and maybe a little freaked out. She somehow convinces Trunks to tell her the webpage where Marron posted her stories. However, when Bra visits that website, she discovers that Marron is a big yuri fan too. She has been writing stories about Pan and Bra, as well as some stuff involving all three of them together. Bra really enjoys these stories if you catch my drift and then...
It's up to whoever fills this what direction they take it. I was thinking something involving Pan and Bra tag-teaming Marron, in addition to the obvious Goten/Trunks stuff. And if you want to write about some bizarre orgy involving all five of them, feel free if you think you can pull it off.

The fill:

Though the girls love us we're so

Into you incredibly we'd love to see you terribly

We'd love to hate you but we don't have no choice

Come be our wa ha ha ha

Honey, honey three four one time once more

Give us a kiss and maybe we can go out

It's hard to miss you when you follow us about

Henrietta, The Fratillis

They nearly broke down the front door to the small island home in their effort to find the blonde girl. Thankfully, avoiding Juuhachigou’s rage, Krillin opened up and let them inside. Besides Goten, Trunks was nearly seething. The normally perfectly combed hair stuck up in odd places, and his left eye hadn’t stopped twitching since they’d opened that webpage.

“What’s wrong?” The older man had always been like an uncle to them both, and had even given them advice with their relationship. But this, this couldn’t be shared with him.

“Nothing. Everything. Everything in the world!” Trunks flailed out, nearly knocking a fist into Oolong.

“We need to talk to Marron,” Goten explained. “Can we see her Uncle Krillin?”

“Yeah, sure. She’s in her room. Should I go—“

“No. Oh no. We need to speak to her privately.”

The short, retired fighter seemed to emotionally extract himself from the problem. Like Goten’s Dad, only with less empty blinking and this wasn’t Krillin’s usual stance on thing. But now he just heaved a sigh and the next words exchanged were only to tell them to stop stomping up the stairs.

Trunks, without even knocking, opened Marron’s door and ran right into the room. “Caught! Red-handed!”

Goten had to look over the purple-haired man’s shoulder to see the blonde at her computer. Looking shocked and flustered as she hid her browser window. “I didn’t invite you up here!”

An accusing finger was shoved in her direction. “Oh, I think you did. You invited us when you began writing about us!”

“Oh. Oh.” Then Marron just waited. “So. I just wrote about…you?”

“ME. And Goten. Together.”

“Sometimes, it’s arguable solo.” Goten threw in. “Like the phone sex story.”

“Yeah. Or that one where I faxed you pictures of my genitals.”

“Plus the webcam one.”

She still had one hand on the keyboard. “So…you two are pissed? And it’s just you two that are angry?”

“Of course! We didn’t tell anyone about that. Not, you know, our families.” Trunks shuddered after that last word.

“Okay then. Sorry?” Marron shrugged. “What, you want me to take down the stories?”

“No, no.” Goten’s boyfriend waved a hand. “We don’t want that. That, exactly. Um. Not too happy you did this without our permission. Yeah, sure. But why us? No, wait, I know.”

The Son boy talked over Trunk’s ramblings. “How did you come up with that one where we’re in the bathroom, with the holes? And how did you know Trunks is so flexible?”

“Just my imagination. Plus, Roshi has lots of inspiration around here.”

“You know how some famous artists had patricians? To give them money, in return for more art? Because really, that stuff is actually art. The way you described the bite marks on his ass…”

“Yeah. He loves that stuff.” Goten nodded, and then plopped down on the floor by the computer. “He likes reading about us having rough sex. Doesn’t much like doing it though.”

“Goten-shut up. Wait. Can you work that into a different fic?”

Marron pursed a pink, chapsticked mouth. Eyes narrowed. Looking not unlike her mom when she would look at Krillin doing something funny or endearing. Only she was looking at the screen, not the cute boy who was going on about how many links he had to email her, how many ideas he had, how many pictures he’d taken of them for inspiration.

“Okay, gimme a second to grab my storyboard thing to get everything organized.”

Her room looked so normal too. Not someone some writer should live in, let alone a smutty one. There weren’t even any of those long clove cigarettes. And the dramatic view of the ocean was obscured by an overgrown frond. The posters could have been on anyone’s walls, the clothes all put away, nothing creepy out. Even the books were either textbooks or boring novels found in any bookstore. All the porn was downstairs, or hidden.

Goten turned back and found Trunks at Marron’s small shoulder, pointing to the screen and adding details.

“Close the door, Goten,” Marron commanded without a backwards glance.

At first, it hadn’t bothered her in the least. She’d felt sorry for Marron, for having to deal with them. One of them was bad enough, (and they’d both gotten even more insufferable since they’d exchanged promise rings or whatever the hell they did) but having both of them hanging had to be stressful. You felt for the family, too. They were probably eating Marron’s family out of house and home.

Bra sent a flower wreath with a note expressing pity (and paid for with her mother’s credit card), and continued on with her life. She had school and friends and her crazy Mom that complained constantly about Trunks’ disappearance, when she’d look up from her soldier iron or keyboard to notice her whiny worshipper was missing. Even her Dad, when he too realized that the lilac head of hair that was usually around to be for attention was lacking.

The youngest Briefs considered herself rather blasé to family. They all seemed to be messes, in their own way, and either they stifled or ignored her. Since the time when she’d been five, and her arguing parents hadn’t noticed her wandering off onto a freeway, Bra had basically known and accepted that she was on her own when it came to her parents—despite her father’s protectiveness that went out the window when Uncle Goku was around, or Bulma did something to irritate him. And after pushing her older brother down the stairs, down escalators, down elevator shafts, throwing out his favorite and hideous clothes more times than she could count, Bra could care less about his opinions on things. They’d never been close siblings.

And Marron, well, she was a nice girl, and probably the sanest person Bra knew. But she wasn’t selfish enough to completely hog the blonde’s attention, and obviously she pitied the teenage boys, and she deserved to be left alone rather than calling up and reamed for not coming over anymore.

A week passed.

A fact that was only noticed when Pan scratched at her face, yelling and panicking, and Bra thought, ‘Hah, it would be hilarious if Marron was here to watch this. Too bad I’ve barely seen her in week.’

‘…a week? An entire week?’

Behind the scarf that had been hanging in her face, Pan was paler than usual.“This wasn’t funny! You know how I feel about skyscrapers!”

Bra pulled Pan up from where she’d been dangling the brunette over the side of the building. “A week?” she asked herself. “Crap. She’s been stuck with them an entire week?”

“I’ve told you a million times about the time my folks left me up here to fight some monster, and forgot I existed!”

“Shut up, Pan. I’m thinking.”

“’bout what?”

“Have you seen Marron much?”

The younger girl thought on that, dark eyes surprised. Reminding Bra of Uncle Goku, and that idiot Goten. “Nope. Not really.”

“That is strange.”

Now, why would anyone choose the boys over them? Well, her, anyway? Pan sometimes was just like her uncle, but less thoughtful. But with better hair. But Marron wasn’t some dumb fighter, which was all you could get from those two. Or had she taken up fighting? Neither of her parents had ever encouraged that. And Marron was the good-girl-type that hated to disappoint her parents. Bra kept her thoughts to herself.

Pan patted down her clothes. “Well? Why don’t we go see them?”

“Right, for once.”

“Hey.”

But the Son girl took her books for with the smallest smile. Despite her complaints to the contrary, she really did seem to have a thing for the whole knights-in-shining armor that her parents seemed to have passed on. She was giving Bra those soft cow eyes, but for once didn’t seem to tell the blue-haired girl to take her arm to complete whatever weird fantasy was going through that silly head. Whatever kept her whining about being a ‘proper gentlewoman to the princess.’ At least she wasn’t holding her hand, which always led to one of them fighting over who got to lead the other through the sidewalks, and ended with someone hitting a telephone pole hard enough to knock it down.

On the tiny Island though, Marron seemed too preoccupied for conversation—with them. Every third word was directed at the boys, who laughed at every inside joke that was exchanged. Smarmy smugness dripped from their everyone word and glance. If she didn’t know that her brother was cripplingly homosexual, and Goten too trusting and open to cheat on Trunks, and Marron much too smart to get that involved with those two chucklefucks, Bra would have thought they were together.

She gave them suspicious looks over the cups of coffee the Son teenager had made and passed around, and had to constantly pull her hand away from Pan’s.

“So. What were you two doing?” There was a creepy smile on her brother’s face, one of paternal happiness.

“You two have been hanging out together, a lot.”

Marron raised that pair of perfect, sunny brows slowly. Knowingly. “Oh. Have you?”

“Like you three are able to talk about that,” Bra spat. Those weird bastards. All content and acting so mature. They were the worst.

Pan was making this idiotic face. “We’re just…you know. Friends. Not anything more. Sure, we’ve been spending time together. More time. But, we did miss you.”

“Shut up, Pan.” The blue-haired and best dressed girl in the room nearly slammed her cup down. “These three clearly don’t want us here?”

“Huh?”

“C’mon. We don’t need this.” The younger girl went willingly, though on principle Bra had to drag her out by her handkerchief.

The last she saw of them before she slammed the door was Marron looking at the two morons, and shrugging. “Dunno. Maybe they want more time alone?”

Then she was pulling Pan through the house, seething, while the brunette girl waved goodbye politely to Marron’s folks. As usual, Juuhachigou was distantly amused, pretty and not in the down-to-Earth, approachable way Marron was, and looked much too young to be the mother to a teenager. Krillin just waved back, still noseless and with his daughter’s large eyes, if in a different shade. The two people responsible for Marron’s existence. Bra felt a little guilty about stomping through their house and maybe breaking a door. They deserved better than that.

She switched hands to continue dragging Pan along. “Those idiots.”

“Hey. They’re friends, is all. We’re all just…” The black-haired girl sighed. “Friends.”

“You keep using that word. Okay. So, they are insane. What do we do?”

She shrugged. “What can we do?”

“Stop them!”

“Sure. Okay. We can do that. Whatever you want, Your Highness.”

“Usually, when people say that, they’re being sarcastic,” Bra muttered, the thin skeleton of a plan trying to form. “And stop grabbing my hand.”

Yet, despite the myriad plans that grew and had to be twisted into shape, she ended up settling into her oldest fallback, and spying on her brother. Everything he said over the phone seemed to be in code (what the hell was a ‘fic’?), and he left nothing around the room that could easily give away what he was doing over at Kame Island. She’d never seen him so happy, and knew nothing good would come of whatever he and Goten and Marron were plotting.

The day she finally learned the truth, as harsh and disturbing as it was, Pan there to witness everything.

She had a bright green yo-yo that for the life of her couldn’t get to ‘walk the dog,’ to her endless grief. “My Grandpa can do it, no sweat.

“I can get it to sleep, but nothing else.

“It’s something with the fingers. Maybe mine are too small?”

Bra pulled her head out of Trunks’ desk drawer to yell over her shoulders, “Would you help me here?”

“Wha—okay. But I don’t think you’re going to find anything. Isn’t Capsule Corp good about burning important paperwork?”

“Have you been watching the news, again.”

“Ma-aybe.” The coyness might have been more effective if she hadn’t just been trying to loop the yo-yo, and hit herself in the eye instead.

Aside from some pathetic carvings in the wood (his name and Goten’s in hearts), the bottom of his chair held no information. She was knocking the sides of his desk and listening for an hollowness while wondering if she should start pulling books off the shelf, while Pan just stood there, staring.

“Why don’t you check his computer?”

She nearly hit her head before remembering that she was under a short desk. “You think I haven’t thought of that? Of course I tried to look at his computer, but even my brother isn’t stupid enough not to have it password locked.”

But Pan had that hero-look in her dark eyes, and started turning the computer on. Now Bra had to deal with the sound of tapping at the keyboard, and the other girl going, ‘Hmm. Hmmmm. Hmmmmmm. Hm,’ every few seconds. That, and the Son teenager occasionally nudging her with her knees since she couldn’t sit still for anything. Probably because of all the candy Uncle Goku gave her.

“Watch it,” Bra grumbled, flinching from a jean-covered leg that nearly took out one of her eyes.

“Sorry.” A friendly, if somewhat smudged hand reached under the desk to pat her head. “You can rest your head on my lap. Maybe I can hand-feed you snacks?”

As much as she enjoyed being indulged, she wanted to stick to some dignity and her rage. Besides, the last time they’d done that, they’d been walked in on by Trunks. As though he was the paragon of normal with his creepy writings and weird imitations of the future version of himself’s clothes hanging in the closet.

“Oh. There it is.”

“What—“ This time, she forgot about the desk thing and soundly whopped her head on the heavy wood. She brushed off the hands rubbing at her head and no doubt messing up her hair. “What was it?”

“’King Trunks.’”

“Now, that’s just sad. Okay.” Bra shoved Pan partially off the chair, ignoring the suggestions that she sit in the other girl’s lap. “Recent histories…”

Also sad: he hadn’t even erased his browser history. That either confidence or stupidity would be his downfall.

“Hah. Look at this crazy bullshit! ‘King Trunks’ indeed. Oh, and his ‘servant Goten.’ ‘Male bride.’ Um. What’s ‘m-preg’?”

Pan’s eyes were getting bigger and bigger. It was nice to see such a normal reaction. Then she ruined that by looking all embarrassed and staring down towards her shoes. “Dunno.”

Such a bad liar.

Well, they’d just have to see about that—was that her name on the screen? “Why is my name there? Oh. Oh god. What—me. And you. And Marron.“

The R-rating in red looked like blood. Her eyes kept glancing up towards the naked pictures of Goten, depicted as an angel, at the top of the screen. At Trunks wearing devil horns, but not on his head. Then back towards her own name, and the ones of her friends. Back towards the disgusting pictures. Back down towards the stories, and there were so many of them.

“Yeah. Hey. There’s been more stuff added.”

Bra turned on Pan, like a wounded, furious animal. Nearly shaking, with her hair beginning to do that annoying spiky and blonde thing, like she’d been struck by lightning. The briefest fantasy of strangling her with that yo-yo popped into her mind. “You knew about this entire time!?”

“Uh, yeah? I Google your name and it came up. Wow. You look weird with your eyes changing green. And now back to blue.”

“Why would you—nevermind. And does Marron know you know?”

“Now back to green. Nope. I don’t think so. Since I never mentioned it.”

“Why didn’t you ever mention it? How could you just pretend it doesn’t exist? You never thought to say, hey, Marron, what’s with the porn you’re writing about us? Never?”

“I dunno.” She tugged at the bottom of her t-shirt. “I didn’t really…um, mind. Still, green, by the way. It looks go with your hair, though.”

“But the principle of it! What? What?” Bra turned back to her friend. “What do you mean, you didn’t mind? You do understand what this stuff is, right? Have you even read any of it?”

“Of course I have!”

“And you don’t mind!? You don’t mind Marron writing horrifying stories about our imaginary sex life? In stark detail about…” Bra looked back at the screen. “What’s that, scissoring?”

Pan got this dazed look that ended when older girl snapped her fingers in that pale face.

“Are you listening?”

“Of course I am. Your voice can’t be ignored. Your royal command.”

Bra’s face went slack. All those comments, my god, all those comments. She’d thought that Pan was just joking, being deadpan, or just nice, or stupid. But no, not her. She wasn’t the dumb one. She had just been very painfully, weirdly honest and upfront, ‘hey, wanna go out with me?’ and Bra just saying yes and thinking that she’d been very literal. That school dance, fuck, the prom too, being each other’s dates in the name of feminism and spending the night dancing mostly with each other.

Kicking those guys’ asses who’d called them ‘lesbians.’ But maybe they really hadn’t been insulting them, just as they’d said, they’d honestly been complimenting them non-sarcastically when they’d applauded them for being so honest and discarding the hetero-normal. A reverse hate crime. When her Grandmother had sighed over them, and said that she’d wanted great-grandkids, but, oh, it was okay, because there was adoption out there, that hadn’t been purely crazy talk. Her Father giving her a long sigh, during the holidays that had involved goddamn mistletoe and an-apparently-un-ironic kiss (no wonder it had lasted so long!), and saying that at least Pan wasn’t a completely weakling, even if she was a Son.

That time Trunks had hugged her before coming out to their parents about dating Goten, perhaps the first hug they’d exchanged that hadn’t involved slapping on a ‘Kick Me’ sign. “I’m so glad I’m not alone in the family.” And maybe he’d meant about being the only gay kid in the family, not the only sibling.

When Chi-Chi had learned of her gay son, and gotten really into PFLAG, and had given significant looks to Bra when giving a speech about tolerance. How many pamphlets she’d gotten.

That bizarre time Marron had told her that she understood and accepted her, and was maybe curious herself, and it wasn’t like Kame House didn’t have its share of gay porn too, and plus, her uncle was gay, and her Dad had dated her mom and her gay uncle years and years ago, and Bra, Bra, why are you freaking out over hearing this?

There seemed to be a cruel irony here that she deserved: she was the stupidest person in the group.

But are you, Bra, are you--? She could be dumb and deaf and blind, but did that mean she hadn’t enjoyed doing that stuff with Pan, that her heart hadn’t jumped to her throat when hearing that Marron was ‘curious’? That she didn’t appreciate more than the fashion sense of Juuhachigou when she saw the older woman in a bathing suit? What type of porn exactly did she veer towards? Did she want to pretend that she still didn’t have those pamphlets?

But are you into this?

All flushed, terrified, Pan sputtered out, “You want to read some of it?”

She’d kept a pure, strong, never spoken of love for the older girl. One that she’d always considered to be hidden, and untouched, since really, when had Bra ever shown much interest in her? The only time she really seemed to pay attention to Pan’s body was to say something like, ‘that’s the dumbest t-shirt I’ve ever seen. And I’ve looked at your Uncle Goten’s clothes.’

It wasn’t so bad though. Bra would indulge her occasionally in a slow dance and in hand-holding. No one had ever told her how to woo another girl, especially from another girl’s perspective. All her attempts at asking her out were always accepted, and never went how she wanted. All their friends and family seemed to know about her crush. Every song on the radio was about her, but it wasn’t so bad.

And then, then…

Marron was really an angel. A genius angel. And sure, Bra seemed to be more into her, sexually, than Pan, but that didn’t mean the blonde couldn’t be a saint that could be forgiven such things. There was nothing crueler than a love triangle, all the romance book seemed to indicate.

It was clandestine, despite everything she did to make it otherwise. A literal princess.

So the first time they truly ended up kissing, no more misunderstandings, Pan had to ruin everything by nearly passing during it. Then all she could do was lie on the bed, frozen, stomach clenched like she was going to vomit. That didn’t happen in the songs.

“Now, I’m not an expert at this, like Marron is.” A small white finger tapped her nose. “But I don’t think that’s supposed to happen.”

Marron giggled, eyes narrowed, golden hair untied and falling into her face. Sweetly beautiful, with a pink flush to her face. A soft smile. No wonder Bra was so into her.

“Of course. All I know is from those stories that this kid over here wrote.” She pointed a thumb at Marron.

“But isn’t that enough?” Goten asked, looking creepily like Grandpa with his hair spiked up and in an orange gi. He was paler and skinnier and younger, but still, it was messed up to have him here. Grandpa Goku, though, he wouldn’t even understand what was going on, if he really was here. Let alone flexed and mugged for the camera. While sucking on Trunks’ dick.

The oldest Briefs kid meanwhile had a pad of legal yellow paper out, and was scribbling notes. His blue eyes were unfocused behind the smudges glasses. Normally, Pan got along with Trunks, liked spending time with him to see the hints of Bra that he shared. But right now she had to agree with the blue-haired girl that he looked like a crazy nerd.

Her Uncle though, kept giving him big adoring looks that Pan felt cold seeing; her own face must have totally matched his every time she would look at Bra. They at least had each other, were totally upfront about their emotions, dating, in love, and would spend the rest of their lives together in bliss, with their families support.

Goten pulled away, with spit hanging off his chin. “Hey, Trunks, get a picture of me sucking myself off!”

Immediately, the other half-Saiyan was grabbing his camera. “Let me get the flash working.”

Marron turned her attentions towards them. “Make sure to get one from every angle.”

Pan had to smile, and pat Bra’s shoulder, as the princess shuddered. “It’s okay. Um. Can I kiss you back?”

“Anything to keep from watching those two. Three.”

She would have set them afire to have a chance to be so close to Bra. It wasn’t hard to ignore the others, even when Marron grabbed the camera from Trunks and began pointing it at them, instead. Though the commands were harder to dismiss. “C’mon. Kiss her harder. Take her shirt off. How do I zoom in? Where’s the video camera?”

“Over here.” Goten handed it over. “Hey, Trunks, want me to stay dressed like this?”

“Yes. God yes.”

“I wonder,” Bra asked, into the other girl’s collarbone, making her break out in goosebumps. “If other siblings ever do this.”

“Dunno,” Marron said over her shoulder, adjusting the video recorder and looking very professional. “I’m an only child.”

“Me too.”

“Gohan and I definitely have never done anything like this,” Uncle Goten assured them all. Still on his back, legs in the air, cock nearly resting on his chin. “I mean, once I walked in on him and Videl having sex, and they had cameras set up, and were dressed up and all, but they didn’t invite me to that.”

The youngest Briefs child just stared at him. “I did not invite you. Or Trunks.”

“But Marron did. Plus, we’re her guests.” Trunks was still snapping pictures of Goten, from all angles.

“Well,” the blonde girl said. “This house is full of porn; it seemed fitting.”

“No wonder you’re such a pervert.”

Marron gave an enigmatic smile behind the wavy blonde hair falling into her face.

“Weirdo.” Bra said, trying for usual cattiness, like they were at the mall, rather than on a bed, kissing her friend while her brother messed around with his boyfriend who was that friend’s uncle. The blue-haired goddess was always so composed. Pan sighed, and did her best not to squirm or freak out about taking her shirt off. With all these people here. And their cameras. Not at all like the scoliosis tests they’d done at high school.

The painted red fingernails weren’t shy in the least, removing her too-girlish undergarment that’s name sounded all the more meaningful, like she was wearing part of her love. Thank Kami for Bulma and her penchant for weird names. The blue head descended onto her chest, teasing and light, the pink tongue sliding out to lap at a lighter pink nipple, once, twice, three, four.

“Hey, Goten, you want to help draw a picture of these two?”

“Ugh. Not really. I’m cool with drawing me and Trunks doing weird stuff, but I don’t want to see my niece that way.”

“Speaking of which,” Bra added, mouth still too close to Pan, “What the hell is ‘m-preg’?”

“I thought you read the stories?” Marron asked, focusing the camera between the other girl’s pale legs, visible under the skirt.

Bra had to shove the prodding object away. “Sure I did. For the girl stuff. I’m not reading about my brother getting tea-bagged.”

“I’ve never considered writing that before.” The blonde sounded thoughtful.

“And you’re not posting those pictures at that site. At least not the ones of me and Pan. Do whatever you want to my brother and his retarded boyfriend.”

They were assured by her, “Oh, I will.”

Pan was trying not to rip the comforter. Or yell. Downstairs gaped below them, full of possible people. Marron’s mom didn’t even have any ki, and the Son girl had a hard time sensing low energy. There was a nightmarish idea of being walked in by her Mom and Dad. Or by Grandma and Grandpa. Or by Bra and Trunks’ family.

“Hey. Since we’re talking about the stories.” From the sloppy sound, Goten had pulled Trunks’ penis out of his mouth. “How come I’m always on bottom. And how come I was the one to get pregnant?”

“What?”

Marron shrugged, and very casually slid a hand craftily up Pan’s leg, making her nearly yelp and vibrate on the bed. Never had she been so aware of the feel of the jean’s zipper against her underwear. “I just write what Trunks tells me to write. Then I cash the paycheck.”

At the sensation of fingers sliding down her pants, Bra pushed upward to cover her mouth. As always, she was taking charge, and stifling her, biting down the struggling tongue, soothing any pain by licking her lips and the inside of her cheeks. Then her teeth, as she nearly writhed about on the bed, like a dying fish.

They always had to team up, and torture her. But this time, Pan thought she had the last laugh. Though right now she couldn’t exactly literally laugh. Or blink rightly. Gently, Bra adjusted her limbs as Marron gave her clitoris a squeeze between her fingers that made her squeak.

“Well,” Bra ran her fingers over her friend’s darker hair. Disturbingly like her Mom would when she had a fever, or was trying to fake one to avoid going to school. “At least we don’t have to hear anything more about those two.”

But they were still talking. “Next time. You’re the one that gets pregnant.”

“Fine. So long as I still get to wear a sword.”

“Hey.” Pan opened her eyes. “Can I wear a sword too?”

“Oh god.” The blue-haired girl actually recoiled. “Not in the bedroom.”

“You can wear a strap-on, though,” Marron offered.

“Okay, okay, fine.” Goten was nearly yelling, pulling his clothes off. “You can be on top. No, I’m not going to keep the gi on. And I’m getting a haircut, do you hear me?

“Fine. You can keep dressing like Future Trunks. And go ahead and keep the crown.”

Bra just stared at them, face slack with displeasure. “This is your fault. For bringing this here.”

“I also brought this,” the pale girl said, gesturing towards Pan, before pulling off the dark-haired girl’s jeans.

The Briefs girl glared at her, eyes narrowed, even as she considered the half-naked teen on the bed. Behind her, Goten was complaining about the foreplay, that he just wanted to get this done with so he could get home because it was pot roast night. And he was sick of being prodded by him and Marron, and didn’t want to listen to Bra keep complaining. “That’s still not good enough.”

“…you want me to wear the strap-on?”

“No more pictures.” Her voice was steady and solid. Like Bulma, on Halloween when they were all small and being dragged around to another house, and another one because Bra out so much of the candy and her mom didn’t want to buy anymore of it, only for them to come home and half of their bags stolen by Vegeta. “No more stories.”

Pan looked up at her, confused. What had happened to the reading off, both aloud and silent, from Marron’s webpage, while she slid a hand up her skirt. Until she realized fully what she was doing, and read off the screen something about ‘chair sex,’ that made her jump out of the room, and drag Pan to her own room to search for the website and masturbate in front of her friend. Thus sort of fulfilling the third story posted there, where Pan walked in on her playing with herself, and helped out.

She scratched her stomach, suddenly cold in just her bra, despite the warm temperature. The older girl was digging for something under her bed. “I thought you liked them? At least, the ones with us.”

“I’m serious. Take them down. What if our parents find that?”

“I guess they’ll be freaked out,” Pan answered. “Though Grandma would be happy because your families rich. And she thinks Marron is nice.”

“Yeah.” Goten said, around the hand trying to cover his mouth, or choke him. “They all think Marron is normal.”

Bra ignored them. “Just promise me, no more of this.”

Marron went digging through a box full of magazines and movies, before grabbing the pad of paper and the pen. “I cannot promise that. I have a lot more material now.”

Pan watched Bra quietly seethed. “…so, can I wear that strap-on?”
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