Death is not an escape, but there are others (DeliciousLust x Penny)

[Penny]

The last thing Meg Thomas remembered was hugging her knees and staring into the fire. The transition was abrupt, but at the same, not sudden; like Meg had been doing something to get here from there, but she just couldn't remember what. It was impossible to tell how long the move had taken - for that matter, she had no idea how long she'd been captive in this surreal dreamscape. She had the vaguest sense it had been a long time - maybe a very long time - but the night never ended, she never seemed to hunger or thirst, and her memories were so foggy and disjointed that she couldn't begin to figure out how much time had actually passed. It didn't really matter; whatever controlled this place was only really interested in its bloodsports. Everything in between was just the waiting lobby.

Meg looked around and was surprised to see what looked like a residential neighborhood. Most of the environments she'd found herself in had been in or around the woods. Buildings were weird and confusing: the wrong size, doors and windows in the wrong places, seemingly useless for any practical task, as if they were built by something that had seen buildings but didn't really understand what they were for. This, though, looked like actual street. Was she back in the real world? She looked over her shoulder and saw the road end in a brick wall and a familiar-looking metal gate. No, then - this was another trial. But maybe this place had been plucked intact from the real world. Maybe there was something she could find here, something unfamiliar to whatever twisted entity was holding, something she could use to truly escape.

If nothing else, maybe there'd be some clothes. Meg was looking rough after her last trial. Her hoodie was torn almost in half, her shirt and pants were heavy with mud and blood, and she only had one shoe - the other one had come off in deep, sucking swamp muck. She wasn't just filthy; she had so many layers of filth over so many wounds that she was getting seriously concerned about infection. Meg had no idea she could even get infected here, but she didn't want to find out. She turned towards the closest house and crept forward, easing herself over a flat section of its white picket fence, and wondered if any of the others had made it. She remembered Feng Min sitting beside her at the campfire, and felt a funny pang in her chest, both hoping she was and wasn't here.

 

[DeliciousLust]

It was perhaps strange that Feng Min found some purpose ever since she started the trials. Before, she had come from a place of obligation, confusion and chaos when it came to her personal mental space. There was so much on her shoulders that she found herself without purpose, wandering from one bad habit to another until she could find some direction to cling on to. At the very least, she would at least drown her sorrows in alcohol and other vices as she distanced herself from her everyday fame and daily goals. Then, the Entity cursed her and took her away from life as she knew it but solved her problems indirectly at the same time. In the trials, she felt strangely reinvigorated as everything she knew was stripped away from her and she was given only one goal, to survive. It was the sort of adrenaline she felt when she competed in e-sports where the stakes were higher and she felt personal investment to win. After all, her soul was on the line.

Much like Meg, Feng Min found herself rather confused when she found herself on the night streets of the desolate neighbourhood. There was a part of her that wondered if she had finally finished the trials once and for all, dropped back into the toils of her daily life and perhaps left to compete in a lesser sport. Despite her competitive nature, there was a part of her that felt a touch weary and had begun growing with each trial. She had been at this for a very long time that she lost count of the matches she had participated in. There were faces that would face in time, they would sometimes reappear and some were permanently replaced. It was hard to keep track of them, safe for a few. By instinct, she ducked down and slowly made her way to a car, trying the handle. To her surprise, the handle didn't even budge and she quickly realized that it was a hollow simulacrum of the real thing. The imposing towers that flanked the familiar gates out of this plane could be seen in the distance. She wasn't in the clear yet.

The familiarity of the streets and the false sensation of safety in seeing the houses almost crept some despair into her that she wouldn't see a way out anytime soon. However, she fought to keep that doubt out of her head and emboldened herself with her competitive spirit. She was going to make it out of here, like the last trial and the many before it. Her clothes were covered in parts of mud and blood. Some of it had dried enough to almost cake a layer over her shirt and skirt. There was even some swamp water was still soaking the soles of her sneakers. She felt gross and wanted to remedy as soon as possible. There should be some clothes around here, right? She kept her profile down as she followed the white fence. It was perhaps all too easy for someone to spot her head of blue hair if she didn't put extra effort in keeping hidden. Her eyes lit up when she saw a spot of red from Meg's hoody right across the street. Was it her? Meg? She fought hard to not just cry out in the joy of seeing her once more. Despite the false comfort of these streets, at least Meg was real and quite capable. She looked about for any signs of anyone else before waving her over.

 

[Penny]

Meg was crouched by a bush, ready to rush for the house's front door when she saw a flash of electric blue hair and a waving arm. Feng! Meg felt a thrill run through her, both comforting and sickening. Feng was a trustworthy ally, and it made Meg feel better to know she was at her back, but she couldn't help but fear she'd see her torn apart before the match was over. She'd seen Feng die more times than she could remember - literally, given the way her memories seem to blend together - and Feng had seen the same from her. Meg resisted the urge to call out to Feng; instead, she looked back and forth, her mud-caked braids slithering over her shoulders like ropes, before hopping the picket fence again and quickly crossing the street to meet her.

"Feng!" Meg whispered as she joined her behind the fence. Meg smiled, then let her eyes trace down Feng's body before resuming eye contact. "Ugh, you look like I feel. Did you see anyone else yet? Or...the killer?"

Meg looked over her shoulder, gazing down the street. The only movement was swirling red and blue police lights further along the block. "I've never been here before. Maybe there's something new."

 

[DeliciousLust]

While Meg's presence didn't guarantee anything, Feng certainly felt that they had a better chance of seeing things through. She almost felt like touching her, perhaps hold her hand, in feeling something real and comforting. However, it was perhaps too soon for that without knowing if they were in the clear or anywhere safe for that matter. It would have been lousy to know if they were close to some creepy basement without even knowing it. That wasn't a place she wanted to find herself in anytime soon. When Meg approached her close enough, she tugged away the string that held her surgical mask which would have been otherwise white save for the drawn toothy maw and the spray of blood on it. She flashed her a reassuring smile with a slight air of cockiness that put up a brave front for herself and her companion.

"Meg! It is you! It's so good to see you again!" She said in lightly accented English before putting the mask back into place. Her eyes darted around the streets once more to see if anyone could catch their whispering before regarding Meg once more. She gave a sad shake of her head before answering her question. "No, you're the first person I have seen here," which wasn't entirely unfortunate. She would have hated to find someone else, to only see them running away from the killer and leading them directly to her while she was working on a generator. At least, that meant some reprieve for now and they could talk comfortably.

"It almost looks like home..." She murmured as she followed's Meg's gaze. The red and blue police lights would have been a beacon of hope if Feng didn't know that this place wasn't entirely real. "But nothing is real, I tried the cars...but there must be something we could use around here. Maybe tools...or a key?"

Her gaze looked at Meg and trailed down her body, quickly spotting the missing shoe on her foot. It almost made her smile if she forgot that it might not be entirely appropriate. That at least gave her an idea as she took off her sneakers and discarded them to a corner behind some tall grass. Walking without her shoes at least felt better than constantly feeling soggy swamp water on her soles. "...Maybe some clothes, I feel more gross than I look, let's get looking inside one of these homes?"

 

[Penny]

Meg couldn't help but smile as Feng pulled off her shoes. She was tempted to do the same - the uneven feeling of walking with only one shoe was maddening - but decided against it. She didn't want to take the risk of walking over broken glass or something like that in her socks. Anyway, she could tell Feng had a better reason for tossing the shoes away than Meg did; for all of her complaints, at least Meg's feet were dry.

"If we're going to find anything, it'll be in there," Meg agreed. She rose slightly to take another look around, and seeing nothing, moved for the house's front entrance. As she ascended the porch steps, she looked back at Feng, making sure she was following close behind.

"Stay close to me, okay? I don't want to lose you." Meg only intended to say it as a purely practical phrase, but her voice hitched on the last word, and she realized she actually meant it much more than she'd thought. Running, screaming, dying, over and over and over - Meg was pretty good at compartmentalizing her problems, but she had to admit it was getting harder to find reasons to keep going. At first, it had been simple fear pushing her to escape; then, after the first few times she'd died, she'd focused on everything waiting for her back in the real world. Now, though, the real world just felt so far away and long ago. What did she have left to live for? Maybe it was the people here that she needed to see again, even if just one more time, for one more day. People like Feng.

Meg sputtered for a moment, looking uncharacteristically helpless, before she shook it off. "Just...stay close," she said, stepping into the house. The doorway was empty, and now that she looked closer, there was no glass in any of the windows. Once she got inside the house, it was more obviously unreal: far too small and bizarrely laid out. Still, a staircase leading up to the second floor offered hope. Meg tested the steps in case they creaked, but they were rock solid. Climbing them, she ended up in a short hallway, with another open doorway leading into a bedroom. The closet door was half-open, and lo and behold, she saw clothes hanging inside.

 

[DeliciousLust]

Feng was likely feeling a combination of cocky and carelessness when it came to her choice to ditch both pairs of shoes, leaving her in only some white socks that have been stained with a combination of swamp water and mud. Her eager and competitive spirit made her rather sure that she was going to survive this one like her other trials but perhaps that how clouded the number of times she had died in the back of her mind. She had forgotten the time when that white-masked killer had killed her without even taking her to the hook, the last thing she heard was his heavy breathing under his stoic mask before she blacked out. It wasn't something she thought that was even possible in the trials. Every time she thought she had this 'game' figured out, it seemed that something new was thrown her way. This was something new, once more, that's for sure. At least, it gave her some reason to keep her mind to the objective then wonder about such things like hopelessness in the endless cycle they found themselves in. That said, it wasn't like she didn't learn a few things of her own.

When they neared the house's entrance, she almost wanted to wander ahead of Meg, she knew her way around that she could move quickly while remaining stealthy. However, something Meg said made her pause and she raised her brows as she questioned both its meaning and the tone Feng though she heard. Maybe it was her imagination? Why would Meg need her so close? They could find each other easily enough if things went south and Feng was rather sure she would see her at the end of this as they escaped together. Perhaps, it was a plan to repair a generator together? Two minds were better than one, even without that point-dexter to boss them around. "Yeah, yeah, Meg. Don't worry," she told her in a rather dismissive tone as she reassured her in a perky carefree tone. She didn't have anything to worry about, really. At least, that's what she told herself. "You will never lose me. I don't lose, I win!"

As they made their way upstairs, Feng had her mind on the objective momentarily as they searched around the second floor. Would there be any sort of generators found here? Straying from Meg's warning, she did wander away slightly but kept in her sights as she surveyed each room. They lacked things that would make a house really, such as personal touches and the like. It almost seemed like a model home out of a catalogue, if it was created by some deranged mind that had a twisted upbringing. However, the clothes did draw her attention, seeing the half-opened closet. She crept closer to the finding and placed a hand on Meg's shoulder as she made her way beside her. "Huh? Did you find some phat loot?" She asked questioningly.

On her gaming instinct, she began rummaging through the closet on instinct hoping to find something. At first, her mind didn't focus so much the articles of clothing in front of her, trying to see if there were familiar objects like a toolbox or a medikit...maybe even a key! She soon realized that nothing was found in the closet, which perplexed her at first, being conditioned that items of value would be found anywhere that could be searched. It was often buried in junk. "Who wears this?" She finally said when she took notice of the clothes. Among them was white transparent lace negligee, stockings, thongs, intimate bras, even latex outfits!

She yanked a long red latex glove and couldn't help but let out a giggle at the ridiculousness of it all. "What sort of place is this? Is this person a big perv or something?"

 

[Penny]

"You will never lose me. I don't lose, I win!"

Meg laughed a bit, surprising herself, but an uneasy feeling remained after the laughter was gone. "I hope so," she said quietly.

She raised an eyebrow at the "phat loot" question, only guessing at what Feng was talking about. Was that a gaming phrase or a Chinese one? Meg opened her mouth, about to make a quick, dryly smart-assed comment, but her voice caught when Feng put her hand on her shoulder. It was just a small touch, over in a second, but something about it was...comforting. How long had it been since Meg had felt real human touch? Not long, but every time had been anticipating, accompanying, or alleviating extreme pain: lifting someone off of a hook, or trying to hold someone's hemorrhaging injury long enough to get them back on their feet, or being hefted onto a giant's shoulder for transport to her death. She couldn't remember the last time someone had touched her socially, one human being to another, and the sensation remained well after Feng was gone.

She followed Feng to the closet, but knew she'd just get in her way if she tried to search it at the same time, so she hung back. Stepping out, she glanced over the banister down at the first floor again, looking for any sign of other people. No one. Hearing Feng's voice, she stepped into the room and saw her pull a latex glove out of the closet, giggling. It was a surreal scene - Feng, dirty and bloody, standing in the funhouse version of a bedroom while marveling at pristine fetish gear. Confused, Meg stepped closer, gently guiding Feng out of the way with a hand on her side to make room.

Meg was barely an adult when her mother got sick - the expensive kind of sick. Meg had never had the money for lacy underwear, let alone this kind of stuff, and she'd never had a relationship worthy of it anyway - she'd never had more than four dates with the same man, and she always felt like she was with them out of desperation rather than passion. Despite her inexperience, though, something just felt sleazy about these, rather than playful. The lingerie and negligee gave way to latex bodysuits, bondage harnesses, and hanging gimp masks. Tucked in a corner was a 60s or 70s era nurse's outfit that looked innocent at first, but on closer inspection had an almost nonexistent skirt and buttonless cleavage plunging to the xiphoid process...and couldn't possibly fit Meg. Damn. Reaching past the clothes, Meg found something hung in the back of the closet like its pièce de résistance - a simple pair of white common panties. It had little red images of something - roses or hearts or the like - but Meg couldn't see what because it was thoroughly splashed with crimson blood.

"Whoever it is, they've got some serious hangups," Meg said, looking over at Feng. She let her eyes trace down Feng's body again and frowned. Her clothes were as bad as Meg's, and Meg's were pretty fucking bad. If they didn't come apart at the seams the next time Meg broke into a sprint, they'd infect her myriad half-healed wounds with tetanus. This wasn't just vanity - Meg's clothes were on the verge of being dangerous, such that she'd literally be better off naked. At least these would be better than that.

Meg reached into the closet and tried to find something that would at least protect her from brambles and not restrict her movements. After a second's search, she pulled out a wire hanger bearing a red lace babydoll, panties, and stockings all in red lace. Trying to ignore the feeling of her cheeks blushing, she held the hanger up to herself. It seemed to be in her size.

"Well, w-what do you think?" she asked, nervously meeting Feng's eyes. "Is it my color?"

 

[DeliciousLust]

The collection of clothing meant for both intimate and provocative uses was a bit strange to Feng too, considering her attention was mainly on competition and whatever her parents had nagged her to do. Sure, she might have seen her share of such clothes in some video games, especially those with shameless sex appeal in mind. She had never seen nor touched such outfits in real life. Now before a treasure trove of such articles of clothing, it felt more silly than real to her. Without much consideration of the outfit nor the would-be owner of this peculiar collection, she gave the latex glove a quick whirl before dropping it on the ground. "Maybe some model? Or someone with a really sexy life," she gave a nonchalant shrug at the question.

Her gaze when followed Meg's own as she looked at her body, rather more at the clothes she was wearing at the moment. Not that it was time to be concerned with their looks nor trading fashion advice, Feng had to admit that she looked rather lousy at the moment and felt even more so in the inside. Her clothes were grimy, they probably were even made up of more parts mud and blood than actual fabric. There were blotches of gore and mud that had hardened at this point. Despite not really saying anything after Meg's quick analysis of their situation, it seemed that Feng's mind might have met at the same place. What perhaps shocked her next was Meg's decision to partake in borrowing the articles of clothing before her.

"What?! Really?!" She blurted out in her surprise without even much consideration of anything else around her. If there were close to danger, they might have sensed it by now at the very least. Feng always liked to think she had some sort of sixth-sense and it certainly paid off in saving her skin more than a few times during the trials. However, she did give the outfit another look and gave it some serious consideration. Red was a pretty good colour for the athletic red-head, she had to admit. It made her wonder how she would look in it and if she would do the outfit justice. Now that she thought about it, she never had seen Meg in anything less than athletic, the change would be good for her...

There was a blush that slowly crept up to her cheeks before she stammered out a response. "Epic skin! It will look very good on you!"

Her mind quickly tried to think fast and she quickly thought about matching her wisdom. Impetuous as before, she quickly undid the buttons of her shirt, having grown sick and tired of her current outfit. She tossed her shirt and cardigan to the ground, just as unceremoniously as she did with the glove earlier. Underneath, she wore a simple white bra that had none of the frills of anything in the collection before them. It seemed that underneath all of Feng's clothes, she was a pretty impressive figure, perky at the very least. She yanked off her mask and tossed it to the ground. Most noticeable, her shoulder had been bandaged with some old rags she had found in her haste and the wound had long disappeared several trials ago. "My turn!" She declared as she shuffled through the racks in a fury to find something similar.

Much to her luck, she managed to find a similar outfit consisting of a blue lace bra with matching panties, garter belt and lace-top stockings. It looked expensive judging by the trim and the diamond inserts, like a showgirl or something from a Victoria Secrets runway. She grinned triumphantly, pleased she managed to find something useable and just as sexy as Meg's outfit. Placing it in front of her, she looked to Meg eagerly for her feedback. "How about this? Blue is my colour, no?"

 

[Penny]

Meg quickly turned her head away at Feng's shocked reaction, cheeks burning brighter in embarrassment and shame. She'd never been sexually confident, but that hurt worse than almost any humiliation she'd ever had. Meg had so few people she could trust in this world, and while she was sure Feng was still an ally, the thought of losing her as a friend upset Meg to a degree that she herself found surprising. Her existence was already a nightmarish carousel of death and pain, so why was it such a big deal if Feng thought of her as a freak?

"Epic skin! It will look very good on you!"

"Uh - really?" Meg looked back at Feng. Was she trying to make Meg feel better? No, it seemed genuine. The blush on her cheeks and the stammer in her voice seemed heartfelt, even vulnerable. Relief washed over Meg like a cool wave, so intense she chuckled involuntarily. "Thank you."

Despite the reinforcement, Meg was reluctant to start taking off her clothes. Thankfully, Feng took the initiative and pulled off her own shirt instead, stripping down to her bra. Meg stared, then caught herself staring and averted her eyes, but couldn't help herself from glancing back at Feng's body as she moved. It wasn't just the killer figure that had been hiding under those clothes, though Meg had definitely noticed that. But if anything, Meg was looking for the opposite: the milky, pale skin, untouched by sunlight; the scrapes and cuts and bruises, testaments to Feng's survival when one of lesser willpower would have died; the plain, utilitarian bra that had nothing to prove. The blemishes. The vulnerabilities. The things that Feng kept secret, but was now revealing to Meg. She trusted Meg with them.

And then Feng held up the blue outfit, and Meg began staring for completely different reasons. It looked luxurious and naughty and looked nothing like what Feng usually wore, which meant it was perfect. Just imagining Feng in it made Meg's heart race.

"Oh, yeah," Meg said with a nervous laugh, nodding. "That - that looks great. That's going to be amazing with your hair."

And your body. Meg smiled dumbly for a moment, then took a deep breath. "Well, I guess - I guess there's no time like the present..."

Meg felt heat spreading across her cheeks again. She wanted to leave to another room to change, but it felt unfair - Feng had been secure enough to take off her shirt, so why shouldn't Meg? Though Meg wouldn't stop with her shirt. She'd undressed in front of other women before, obviously - she'd spent more than her share of time in locker rooms, after all - but Feng felt different. This was scary. And yet, at the same time, a part of her wanted Feng to see. Meg hung the lingerie on the closet door, then started to undress.

First was the hoodie. A sword across Meg's back had almost torn it in half, and Meg could probably have finished the job by flexing her arms if she'd wanted. Once piled on the floor, its shape was almost unrecognizable. The oversized T-shirt was next, and Meg was surprised by how good it felt to take it off - it was so stiffened by sweat, blood, mud, and myriad other substances that the open air on her sensitive flesh felt luxurious in comparison. She kicked off her remaining shoe - what a relief to be balanced again!, followed by pulling off her grungy socks. The sweat pants weren't as bad as the T-shirt, but her legs still felt good once they were finally free.

This left Meg in a sports bra and boyshorts, both black. There was no chance she'd keep them; Meg felt disgusted even thinking about how long she'd been wearing them. Nonetheless, her stomach churned and she had to force herself to remove them; also nonetheless, her hands and nerves quivered with excitement, and she glanced at Feng, making eye contact before she started. The sports bra had almost completely given out after endless exercise and sweat, and had been half-severed in the back by the same sword strike that had damaged her hoodie; nonetheless, it bound her tightly enough that Feng could only really appreciate Meg's generous breasts after she pulled it off. Meg's cheeks burned almost as red as the waiting lingerie as she bent over and slid the boyshorts off her hips, down her thick, strong thighs, and finally off her legs entirely, adding them to the pile of discarded clothing. And there she was, standing fully naked in a stranger's bedroom in a surreal nightmare world. Meg had a damn good figure herself: athletic, but curved in all the right places.

"Well. Ha ha. Finally. G-good riddance. Ha ha." Meg thought her heart was going to explode out of her chest, then turned to grab the wire hanger with the red lingerie. She would just die of embarrassment if Feng said anything. She would also die of embarrassment if Feng didn't say anything.

 

[DeliciousLust]

Strangely enough, Feng perhaps felt more at ease showing more of herself to Meg than her imaging what Meg looked underneath her dirty and bloodied clothes. They had been through an endless number of trials together that she had completely lost count which one they were on at the moment. While in the real world, they might have passed each other without a second glance, Feng would like to think that they forged something together when it came to a relationship. She was certain there was at least a friendship there, acquaintances didn't risk their lives rescuing strangers when they could have been reasonably selfish in such a circumstance. It was all too easy to become jaded and hardened, losing all touch of humanity and only focused on the objective. While there were times that Feng almost fell to such dangerous thoughts, it was her bond with others and survivors such as Meg that kept her human. Perhaps that was separated the survivors to the killers.

Feng giggled when she received Meg's approval and looked down at the outfit held against her body a few times. If she was on the fence about her choice, Meg easily convinced her otherwise. She smiled broadly and gave Meg a few nods in agreement, hinting another gaming reference. "You think so? Yeah! Well, blue is rare too."

She replaced the hanger with the lingerie set back on the rack as she decided to undo the bandages on her arm. It didn't serve much of a purpose, considering she wasn't injured anymore and it was going to be unsightly with her new outfit. As she worked the clumsy knots of her bandages, her eyes slowly strayed away from the task and she looked to Meg as she undressed. It didn't take too long for Feng to be distracted by her intended task as each article left Meg. She certainly wasn't doing in a suggestive matter but it easily grabbed Feng's curiosity as it returned to the forefront of the mind. It seemed what Meg would look like underneath wasn't going to be a mystery any longer. Thankfully, Feng remembered to breathe as her eyes were on her: each part of her outfit that no longer served its purpose and each lovely curve that Meg reveal under all those layers that she laboured to bring with her to each trial they suffered. It wasn't left much to the imagination, Meg could be a real beauty if she chose to be.

The embarrassment of her stare probably didn't catch up to her until Meg finally spoke to her and Feng realized that she might have been looking at her friend inappropriately! They were merely changing outfits and this wasn't a show! She quickly looked down and she went back to removing her bandages, this time being less careful about it as she yanked down the rags rather than bother trying to delicate. Time was of the essence and here she was looking at Meg like a perv!

"Ah...yeah, good riddances! Hah hah!" Feng could only echo back as she was at a loss of what to say before the red-hair athletic beauty before her. Her eyes were averted and she turned her back to her as she finally removed those old bandages successfully.

"Now! My turn!" She announced proudly as she turned around, emboldened with her next task at hand. At the very least, she could sense some discomfort in the room and very obligated to rectify it. It seemed only right that she was to match Meg in her boldness. Feng couldn't let herself be outdone, even if it was in embarrassment.

She hastily moved to undo the back button of her skirt to loosen it enough that it felt to the floor easily, dropping around her ankles. Underneath, she wore generic white panties that matched the bra she had on. She was trading up, at the very least. Lifting up her left foot, which exposed an unsightly brown patch of mud on the sole of her sock, she yanked it off and followed suit with the other foot. The socks alone were better than the soggy shoes she discarded earlier but it still felt like she was in the swamps. She reached behind her and undid her bra before shaking it loose from her like it was parasitic bug she wanted to lose. Finally, she hooked the waistband of her panties and dropped them off in the same place as her skirt. With a victorious finish, she kicked off the removed clothes and didn't really care where they went as they scattered on the floor. They were old news now! While Feng did hide rounded hips and full perky breasts under her outfit, she seemed to have hidden more than that. Her pert nipples were each pierced with a silver barbell piercing and the hood of her clit had a similar piercing worn vertically. There were rather unexpected piercings for her to wear and might have been the envy of the bratty Nea. Ever since Feng took a personal break from the Laser Bears, she admittedly had a bit of a wild streak. She almost forgot that some of the evidence was still on her body.

Feng found herself gasping in embarrassment and quickly pulled the outfit she found earlier to press against her body, this time to cover herself rather than imagining what she might look with it. "Uhm...I guess we...change? Now?"

 

[Penny]

Meg was too embarrassed to even look Feng in the eyes after she finished stripping down, and fully intended to change into the lingerie while staring at the wall - but also lacked the nerve not to look at what scared her so badly. When she spoke, her eyes moved of their own accord and landed on Feng's, and before Meg could even stopped herself she realized Feng had been staring at her - like a perv. Immediately, she looked away, but the damage was done. Meg's heart stopped, then surged, beating as fast as after any sprint. Was it her imagination? Was Feng just watching her casually? Or was there an interest there, a desire? Meg's hands shook, sending ripples through the lingerie in her grasp. That was fear and embarrassment doing that, yes, but something else, too - a quivering excitement, a tension running up and down her body, raising goosebumps on her skin and stoking a heat between her legs.

Meg wanted to look away when Feng was undressing. It felt wrong to watch, like a betrayal of her trust, but she just wasn't strong enough to stop. That confidence, that energy, the way she tossed her old clothes aside without a second thought. How did she even do it? Meg watched that shake as Feng's bra was removed so intently, she couldn't possibly miss the surprise reveal of her twin nipple piercings, and Meg's eyes widened in surprise. She hadn't expected that, not from Feng. How common were nipple piercings in China, anyway? She was doubly surprised to see her genital metal. Now that couldn't be common. This was a side of Feng that Meg had never seen or even suspected.

Feng's gasp broke Meg out of her intense focus. She looked back up at Feng's face with an expression mixing shock and guilt. "Uh, yeah! Change! We change now." Meg could barely think straight, but getting some clothes on - if only barely - was a good first step. As she put on the babydoll, Meg couldn't stop thinking of the sight of Feng's piercings. Meg had only ever had her ears pierced, in middle school, by her "cool" friend in a higher grade with a safety pin, ice cube, and lack of common sense. She wondered what had inspired Feng to get them done. She wondered if anyone else in the trials knew about them.

One thing was for sure, this lingerie sure didn't provide much support. Running was going to be that much more unpleasant for the foreseeable future. There were smaller annoyances, too: Meg's nipples were clearly visible through the translucent material, and the fit was just slightly off, so that the material shifted and stimulated her nipples with each movement, stiffening them. Or maybe that meant the fit was just right. She didn't really know how this worked.

In any case, that was definitely why she was poking through, and no one could prove otherwise.

She pulled on the stockings next, the snug, smooth material sliding only slowly up her legs. She looked over at Feng again. She had to say something. "So, I, uh...I really like your piercings. I've never...um. What was it like getting them?"

 

[DeliciousLust]

Feng leg out a slow breath of relief as they both mutually decided to get to changing into their newfound outfits. It would give them some buffer from the tension. Her head couldn't help but run through what had just happened a few moments ago with her staring at her nude body and how she so carelessly flashed her own body in the same way, forgetting that there were some certain secrets that even Feng made herself unaware of. However, her mind did manage to reason that perhaps Meg didn't notice her looking at her in such a way, in a manner that might be taken as one of interest, or that she actually might have missed looking at her piercings. It was night time and there was barely any power in the neighbourhood as it was practically plunged into darkness. Then her mind started to mercifully wander off to more pressing topics, power...generators. Shouldn't they be doing generators right about now? And shouldn't there be at least one done by now? Maybe it was only the two of them here and nobody else was dropped into this trial. Sometimes the trials were cruel in more ways than one, giving the survivors a harder run with fewer people.

Her mind settling down on an objective perhaps was one of the few things that kept her preoccupied and focused on dressing up. It was tempting to have her eyes wander off toward Meg again but she might have been pushing her luck already. She slipped on the stockings and panties easily enough, which the panties proved to be more cheeky than she imagined, not quite a thong but reveal enough of her butt with a lace trim. Next, she put on her bra, which fortunately was exactly her size while purposefully giving her an extra lift to make more cleavage of her full breasts. That was a lucky find on her part. Not quite a hatch key but she was willing to take any small miracles that were pushed her way at the moment. Putting on the garter belt was a bit of a challenge, considering she never really wore such a thing before, it was far too old-fashioned and frilly for her tastes. That was obvious enough, given the undergarments she was more than willing to part with earlier. She fiddled with the straps and the buckles until it comfortably linked with her stockings.

"Aha!" she claimed triumphantly when she managed to make the outfit work, decked out in an outfit was a made of fanciful lace with subtle rhinestone and diamond inserts. She looked over to Meg with a triumphant grin that probably only lasted until she got a good eyeful of what Meg wearing with her outfit. While their outfits didn't leave much to the imagination, Meg was showing her fair share as Feng's eyes couldn't help but wander down to the translucent material and what it was showcasing. While Feng was wearing blue, her cheeks were showing red.

"Uhm...you look good..." she stammered before she barely collected herself to consider the question that was posed to her. Her hands unconsciously when to the bra cups hugged her breasts and her fingers brushing against the rhinestones, inadvertently over her nipples behind them. Part of her kind of wished she recalled, as she likely got them when she was too drunk to remember. The last thing Feng wanted was to be seen as a washout by Meg. It was almost better to be seen as a perv. Almost. "Thank you, Meg. It was very hurtful...painful? I'm still getting used to them. Bit comfortable now...sometimes."

Feng quickly flashed her awkward smile as she decided to change the topic something else on her body, her new outfit. She was slowly back away from the closet door where there was a mirror on the other side. There was a visible crack that made the reflection less than perfect but it gave Feng a good enough idea of what she looked like. "Ooooh, very nice, no?"

Feng giggled and looked at Meg for her opinion, making a conscious attempt of looking at her directly in the eyes than anywhere else. She arched her back and placed her hands on her head, perhaps her geeky attempt of posing like a glamour or pin-up model. One leg bent forward to add to the intended effect. "I look pretty good too, I think!"

 

[Penny]

Meg didn't know why she pulled on the stockings before the panties, leaving her most vulnerable parts exposed the longest. Being seen by Feng in that way was still embarrassing, but a part of her wanted to explore that embarrassment, and she couldn't help but feel disappointed that Feng busied herself with her own lingerie rather than steal another look. These panties were an outright thong, with a lacy red triangle in front and almost nothing in back. She was technically covered, but pretty much only that.

Again, she tried not to stare as Feng dressed, but didn't have the strength to stop herself. Her eyes lingered on the way Feng's blue panties hugged her full hips, then watched those pierced nipples disappear inside those studded cups. She bit her lower lip, jealous of how the bra perfectly fit Feng's breasts and gave them some extra oomph for good measure. Even watching her put on the garter belt captivated Meg. Strangely, that was probably the most interesting of all: watching Feng fiddle with the straps and buckles, the slow understanding as she figured out how to connect it with her stockings. Meg watched the process of Feng learning how the garter belt work and, by the end, may have felt even more rewarded than Feng herself for having shared in the journey.

Meg was still staring at Feng's lingerie when the gamer looked over. Meg's eyes jumped up to meet Feng's with a guilty expression, then realized Feng's gaze hadn't climbed as high. Meg's blush intensified again, but she made no move to turn away or cover herself. Indeed, she all but froze, giving Feng ample time to look until she was satisfied. It was embarrassing. It was thrilling. It was deeply gratifying and she didn't want it to stop.

"Uhm...you look good..."

"Thanks," Meg said, but the word came out rushed and excited, a clumsy whisper riding on the breath Meg realized she'd been holding. What was going on? Meg had been naked with men before. They'd admired her curvaceous, athletic body, and she'd enjoyed that, but none of them had made her feel like this. Coming from them, their staring had been a compliment, but from Feng it seemed so much more significant, like it was filling a need deep inside herself - one that had been unfulfilled for so long, Meg had just figured it was the way life was supposed to feel.

Then again, she'd probably known Feng longer than any of those men. She tried to imagine putting her life in her hands, as she'd done with Feng in previous trials. She didn't think she could trust a single one with that. Feng was different. Feng meant much, much more to her.

"I look pretty good too, I think!"

"Good?" Meg, grateful for the excuse, took the opportunity to admire Feng's new outfit: the way the blue matched her hair and contrasted with her milky white skin, the way the bra lifted her breasts and deepened her cleavage, the way the panties accentuated the lines and curves of her waist and hips, the way the stockings hugged the shape of her legs. "Feng, you look amazing! It's like those were made for you! You're beautiful!"

She might have tipped her hand with that. Meg suddenly felt a flush of fear and tried to move on before Feng could unpack that statement. "How about me?" she asked, arching her hips and tracing her hands up her body until they were almost cupping her breasts. "What do you think, huh? Is it too much?"

She turned around, showing off her almost uncovered back and her muscular buttocks with practically nothing covered by the thong, and looked over her shoulder at Feng coquettishly. "It's too much, isn't it? I don't know if I can show this to the others. What will the boys say?"

 

[DeliciousLust]

Feng was a bit glad nothing came from her staring of Meg's body and her key assets. There was indeed a lot to take in and what she had done was perhaps added discomfort that her friend didn't need at the moment. They had a lot of other things to worry about, like flight and survival. She was rather sure that Meg might have caught on this time around, especially when she lifted her eyes back up to meet Meg looking back at her. Now she was beyond the benefit of the doubt of close calls and Feng berated herself for acting in such a manner. At the very least, she should have been more subtle about it. Idiot! Get your head in the game! Or more importantly, kept her thoughts on the objective.

"Feng, you look amazing! It's like those were made for you! You're beautiful!"

She kept her hands upon her head, giving a few alternate angles with her glamourous pose as she stood decked in rather elegant and exquisite lingerie. It was a lucky find indeed and the more time she spent in her newfound outfit, she found herself more confidently owning it. It was perhaps still less ideal than say, a new set of jeans and a fitting shirt to go along with it. Still, she found herself loving her lingerie set as everything fit her snugly while remaining comfortable. At the very least, she didn't have too many layers for the killer to grab on if she was on a chase. Her cheeks flared up once more when she was paid several compliments by Meg, perhaps embarrassing her more than her getting an eyeful of her body previously. Eventually, she dropped her hands that found their way to where her impressive cleavage was found and slowly slid down the sides of her bare waist in a graceful motion. She let out an anxious giggle before the looked to Meg with an earnest smile of appreciation at her kind words. At the very least, she was able to thank her for the compliment. "...Thank you..."

"How about me?"

Meg's distraction worked and Feng gave her two blinks before she followed Meg's hands, where her hands were going on her body. There was a good deal of red on her than subconsciously got her mind going with feelings of passion. While Meg's outfit wasn't as flashy or complex as Feng's, she had a lot to show as her eyes couldn't help but find their way to her bared breasts once more. She quickly looked upward once more to Meg to show that she was paying more attention to her question than her body. That didn't last long unfortunately as she found herself looking back down. Oh my, her butt... She couldn't help but think to herself as it was Meg's turn to get flirty.

What would the others say about Meg's outfit, or rather, their outfits? Feng loved her new look and especially loved seeing Meg in her new outfit. If anything, she had seen much more of her than she thought she would in a short amount of time. She was sure that might incite some inappropriate thoughts from some of the guys but there should be a good number of both sexes that nothing too brash should happen to them for their fashion choice. Questionable, sure, but not unreasonable. If they found themselves sick of their clothes, they would surely do the same, right? Either way, Feng was more than willing to stand up for Meg if any of them disapproved for any reason.

"Maybe but you look great! Very hot!" She enthusiastically voiced approval with some quick words as she nodded in approval of her choice as she smiled at her to cast away any doubts she may have had.

Feng stepped closer so that she was standing right behind her as if shielding anyone who might have been looking at Meg from the outside and that absolutely marvellous butt. Or block a hit. She wrapped her arms around her waist and pulled her a little closer in a protective hug to show that she had her back if anyone dared to hassle her for any reason. As a side effect, she brought herself closer to her as she brushed up against her. In her own way, she made her sentiments known with "I will totally tank for you."

 

[Penny]

"I, uh...I don't know what that means," Meg said. "But thank you."

She reached back, trying to return the hug, but it was awkward getting her arms around someone behind her. Meg's hands blided on Feng's back, trying to find a good leverage point, until they accidentally slid down to grab her ass. "Uh, s-sorry," Meg stammered, then decided to quit she was ahead. She just wrapped her arms over Feng's, instead, and leaned back until she could feel Feng pressing into her back. The rhinestones on her bra were like pinpricks on Meg's skin, but she could feel the warmth of Feng's uncovered flesh as well. It felt good. Again, Meg was grateful to touch another person in a way that wasn't just about survival. When was the last time she'd let herself get this close to someone? Not since...before she left the real world. Even then she was deprived.

"It's, um..." Meg spoke softly. She was afraid of ruining the moment, but she had to say it. "It's hard for me to trust people. My...I never knew my father. He left me and my mother when I was just a baby. She had to work two jobs to support us. I only saw her a couple of hours a day when I was kid, so I've always relied on myself. I remember always just feeling angry underneath, even when nothing was happening, just waiting for it to come out. That's why I took up running. It made me feel strong, like I was in control. I got older, and things got better, but..."

Meg released a shuddering breath. "...but my mom got weaker and more tired, and I was going to go to college, but she got...sick, and she couldn't work anymore. And I could've gone, she told me to go, but I couldn't...not after everything. She needed...she needs me. So I stayed and worked so she could keep the house, and go to the doctor, and...but...now, I'm here. And I don't know how long I've been here, and I don't know how long she's been alone, or if she's even..."

Meg put her hands to her eyes, trying to keep it in. Finally, she turned around in Feng's grasp, face to face, and wrapped her arms around her back, squeezing her tight. "The point is I trust you," Meg said, her head on Feng's shoulder. She said the words fast, trying to get them out while she could still talk. "If I stay alive, it'll be with you. If I get out, if I can, it'll be with you. I'm so glad you're with me. When I'm with you, I feel...safe. I feel..."

Meg's eyes were clenched shut, but they couldn't stop the tears from coming out, trickling silently down her cheeks.

 

[DeliciousLust]

Feng couldn't help but smile sheepishly at Meg when she couldn't get her gaming lingo. After hugging her, it had her a bit concerned for a moment, making her wonder if she had overstepped her boundaries earlier. She had to admit that the affectionate human touch felt good with Meg closer to her and the warmth of her body gave her enough comfort to make her forget about that ordeal of trudging through the cold misty swamps for what seemed like an aeon ago. It made her forget they had an objective or a killer was on the loose. Her arms relaxed their hold on Meg as she didn't meet to keep her captive, Meg's touch on her butt was completely overlooked as she tried to accommodate her. When they finally settled in once more, Feng was relieved that Meg didn't find the gesture appalling and was more than happy to hold her once more. She knew that a moment like this wouldn't last very long, one way or another, but she savoured those few seconds as best she could.

"It's, um..."

"Mm?" Feng perked up at Meg's words as she spoke once more, giving her her full attention as she lifted her chin from resting on her elbow earlier. A part of her wondered why she was bringing this tale up until she dwelled deeper on her personal history and the ordeal she faced prior to the Trials. She couldn't do much to change the past but she found herself holding Meg closer to her as she felt her shuddering breath even against her body, hoping that she could somehow holdback that inner turmoil that began to surface. It made her wonder how her parents were doing back home, although she couldn't quite fathom the same sort of connection Meg has with her ailing mother. She pushed them aside for her love of games and competition, they also in-turn distanced themselves away from her as she lost herself in her new found world. I don't need them, she thought at the time. She found fans and fame with her success. However, that didn't last when she started losing. With her performance suffering, she found herself alone and nobody to rely on...

Her thoughts returned to the present when she released Meg from her hold when she felt her wanting to turn around. She looked at her, lost at first until they embraced once more. Meg has opened up to her in a way that showed far more intimacy than the fleeting flash of exposed bits and pierced parts. They had been so far from their homes than it was hard to think of what could even be left there. All of this time, Feng has admired her strength and physical prowess, strange that she would hide this part of her so well. Her expression softened when she mentioned that she would want to be with her. Feng's fluttered at the kind words from Meg, to be trusted and appreciated. She felt she could do anything with Meg and she would do anything for her in return. They didn't win often, but Meg had her back and she could rely on her. She deserved everything from her and her full support. It was unfortunate that she couldn't solve their problems but she could offer her comfort.

"Oh, Meg," Meg said in return as she hugged her back in return with a laboured breath, wanting to hold her forever. "You will always be with me. Alive and safe. You are very strong and will see your mother again."

 

[Penny]

"Thank you," Meg whispered, squeezing Feng tight. There was no good reason to believe her, of course; Feng had no way of knowing if Meg would get back to her mother or if it was even possible to escape this place. Even her promises to always be with Meg, however heartfelt they were, wouldn't mean much if whatever controlled this world wanted to separate them. And yet, at this moment, Meg believed her.

She'd never told anyone that. No one else at the campfire knew. Even back in the real world, she'd only revealed what she had to - telling her boss she couldn't stay late because her boss had a medical emergency, or the like. Certainly, she hadn't told the men in her life. Why would she? They were nothing more than physical comforts to her, even if she'd thought different at the time - certainly no one she'd trust with her fears and vulnerabilities. Not like Feng. Feng had saved Meg's life, watched her die, risked herself for her again and again. What did she had to hide from her?

"Thank you," she whispered again. It felt good to say it. "I don't know how you're so strong, so - so brave. It's so hard to hope, but...thank you. I..."

Meg leaned back, her breath shuddering, and looked into Feng's eyes. She was so different from her. A professional video game player, something Meg had never been interested in, from the other side of the world. Their worlds were so different, and if not for these trials, they'd never have known the other had existed. But now they were together and Meg was shocked at how much that meant to her. She just hadn't realized it until now.

Every instinct and better judgment in Meg's body was screaming at her not to do it. She was about to ruin everything, but she couldn't help herself. Closing her eyes, Meg leaned forward and put her lips to Feng's, kissing her.

 

[DeliciousLust]

Admittedly, Feng might have overpromised with her words of encouragement and she might have realized this after a beat. However, she did feel that she could almost do anything together with Meg and that both young women would have at least a good chance of overcoming this if they stayed together. She knew little about the greater forces that kept them in this cruel world or who were all of these killers truly were. Still, she felt confident enough in her heart to stand behind her words and wasn't going to take them back.

She raised her brows when Meg leaned away and she could see her beautiful face once more in the moonlit darkness. It surprised her to see her cheeks damp with tears, perhaps just realizing that had been crying earlier. She looked concerned and slightly hurt as she found herself emphasizing with the pain of uncertainty that Meg felt earlier. Meg had been through a lot prior to the Trials and her time here had tested her in more ways than one. It wasn't easy but Feng admired how she managed to stay mostly together despite their hardship. She didn't know if she could be as strong in her shoes. There was the temptation to wipe the tears away from her face but she didn't want to release Meg from her hold, perhaps in fear that she might slip away from her if she let go of her. Or worse, somebody might take her away. She didn't want Meg to be hurt in any way if she could help it, as impossible as may be.

Feng smiled sheepishly at the compliment and looked away with a tinge of bashfulness, maintaining some of the act that she was as brave and strong Meg saw her to be. And here she thought Meg was the stronger woman. She mustered a confident smile and gave a shrug of her shoulder with a nonchalant air about her. "Oh, well...I try my very best. Not my fault this game is too easy sometimes. You know, G.G.E.Z."

She would look back to Meg and give her a reassuring squeeze once more to catch her settling in and lean in for the kiss. Now, that surprised her and she could have easily ducked away if she wanted to. However, if Feng was honest with herself, it was something that felt right and natural. She watched her and slowly closed her eyes by the time their lips met. Her kiss was soft and tender, filled with sweet intent as she reassured her that this was welcomed and she felt the same way. One hand moved from the small of her back where it rested comfortably before, gliding upward and placing itself on her shoulder as she pulled her closer to her to deepen the kiss.

 

[Penny]

Words couldn't describe the relief Meg felt when Feng reciprocated the kiss. Pushing herself on Feng wasn't cool, but it was hard to feel too guilty next to the rush of joy she felt. Meg had been fighting and fearing for her life longer than she could even remember. Even at the campfire, she was looking over her shoulder, wondering if the killers would find her there and anticipating the next trial. But here, in this room, she was vulnerable. She'd exposed herself to Feng: first physically, then emotionally, and now sexually. Because this was definitely more than an innocent kiss: she could feel her heart pound, her nipples stiffen, a burning need within her legs. She needed to have Feng. More than that, she needed to give herself to her.

Feng pulled Meg closer and deepened the kiss, and Meg responded by slipping her tongue between their lips, briefly exploring the inside of her mouth before gliding over Feng's tongue and swirling around its tip. One hand grabbed the one that wasn't on Meg's shoulder, her fingertips tracing over the back of Feng's hand before interlacing their fingers. The other hand traced down Feng's spine until it reached the small of her back. Meg's fingertips examined the garter belt for a moment, running over the stone studs, before a couple slipped underneath the belt to tease the hidden flesh there. After that, it slipped lower, traveling diagonally to slide over Feng's hips before coming back to rest on the upper curve of one butt cheek. It wasn't an outright grab, but Feng definitely knew it was there.

Meg finally came up for air and broke the kiss, then chuckled softly. "I am...so glad you were okay with that," she said, her eyes meeting Feng's. "I'm sorry I didn't ask you first. You're special to me, Feng, and...I...I want to show you that."

Meg was blushing again, not all from embarrassment. She kissed Feng again, but this time on her jawline, leaving a trail of soft, feather-light kisses right up to where her jaw met her neck. From there, Meg's lips moved to Feng's ear, brushing against the lobe as she whispered: "How far do you want to go? We can stop anywhere you want...but I want to give you everything."

Meg's head was over Feng's shoulder by necessity. In this position, Feng had clear view of the bed.

 

[DeliciousLust]

As they kissed deeply, Feng tried to reciprocate the notion with her tongue as Meg danced around hers but perhaps settled for the intimate sensation that they were kissing in more ways than once. She gladly held her hand and gave her an affectionate squeeze that was a touch possessive. It was true that she didn't want to lose her and she didn't want this moment to end. All of the warmth and...shivers that Meg managed to produce out of her as her hands roam, crossing the border of what little clothing she already wore to the flesh underneath. Her breathing picked up and her temperature started to climb the longer they spent together like this. She didn't mind the hand that ended up on her butt and almost wished that she did make a grab. However, she was perhaps getting a bit greedy with everything she's been showered with already.

Feng was a touch dishearted when they broke the kiss and she felt a touch light-headed as she reminded herself that she did need air. It wasn't like she was the master athlete Meg was when it came to holding her breath. She couldn't help but giggle when she heard the pleasing laugh from Meg and was quick to shake her head. It was enough proof that some happiness could be found in this nightmare. Did she think she actually needed to apologize for something like that? It was wonderful and very welcomed, a gift from Meg. Something she didn't think was possible in the Trials and now she found herself hooked, in another fashioned. "No, no, no sorry. I loved it, I..."

She stopped herself short as she bit her lip looking at Meg with an embarrassed expression as red started mounting on her pale skin that greatly constructed the electric-blue tails she had at her side. Was love too much to say at the moment? Whatever she was feeling for Meg right now certainly felt that way at the moment. Perhaps she was still light-headed from the long kiss? She wasn't too sure. However, Meg had stolen the moment and any need for Feng to explain herself further as her kisses continued. Meg's whispered words, in the fashion she asked her was enough to send another shiver through her spine that couldn't be the chill already them.

Her brows raised at the view of the bed and she was quick to react as they had a meeting of the minds. She pressed her body against hers as she gave her another hug, sharing the warmth of their bodies before she released her. Her hand remained on hers, however, like a tightly bound lifeline that kept them together. Feng began to make her way to the bed with a gentle tug, letting out a giggle as she looked forward to them doing more than just sharing kisses. When she happened on the bed first with her lead, she was quick to notice the bed being littered with slash marks and some sprays of blood, some of the stuffing emerging from the mattress. It was indeed a grim reminder of where they were. However, that didn't need to be on their minds as she grabbed the nearby sheets and pulled them over the bed hastily to cover the evidence. She sat down first and pulled Meg over so that she could be sitting on her lap. "How far? I don't want to stop...and I do want everything from you..."

She laid their held hands on Meg's lap and she reached up with her other hand, brushing past her red braids that she always found cute before touching her cheek. Her fingers brushed against her cheek before her hand found its place there. She looked at Meg directly and smiled. "You are very beautiful Meg...very strong and very brave too, you know? I would like to give you everything too..."

With that, she lifted her head upwards to meet Meg with another kiss. This time, this one was more gentle and loving, not solely fuel by the growing need she was also feeling within her.

 

[Penny]

Meg carefully sat down on Feng's lap, careful to distribute her weight so that it wouldn't hurt the poor girl. Meg wasn't terribly large, but then, neither was Feng. Maybe she was being overcautious, but she didn't want to hurt her. If she could, she'd stop anyone from hurting her ever again. Once she was sitting, she tilted her head, guiding her cheek into Feng's palm and smiled shyly.

"Good," she whispered. "Don't hold back. Please. You can do anything you want with me."

Meg returned the kiss, soft but passionate. Her tongue returned to Feng's mouth, but was less overbearing this time, waiting for Feng's to meet hers. She released Feng's hand at last, leaving it in Meg's lap; after all, neither of them were going anywhere. One hand slipped around behind Feng, tracing over her lower back until it stopped on the skin between her garter belt and her panties. Meg's thumb slipped under the garter, probing at that skin again, while her fingertips reached lower, finding their way under the hem of the lacy underwear and teasing the skin of her waist. Slowly, almost covertly, they explored lower and lower until they felt the softer flesh of her buttock.

Meg's other hand was more active, first rising to hold the side of Feng's head. Her fingers burrowed into her hair, reaching behind Feng's ear to rub at her scalp. She'd never had the guts to mention it, but Meg had always been impressed by Feng's bright blue hair. Meg had dyed her own hair before, of course, but she couldn't imagine being bold enough to do it in such an unnatural, distinctive colour. She just wished she could have that sort of confidence...but she was feeling pretty confident right now.

Meg's hand slowly moved to the back of Feng's head, then slid down to her neck, her thumb playing over the sensitive skin of Feng's throat. It continued to her shoulder, then towards her chest, her fingertips tracing over Feng's clavicles. One fingertip slipped under Feng's bra strap as the hand continued down to cup her breast through the bra. Meg squeezed it gently, but firmly, feeling the bra's inset rhinestones poke into her palm, before her hand continued, sliding over Feng's ribs and feeling the subtle rise and fall under her fingers as its slid down her side to her hip, then onto her thigh. Curiously, Meg's fingers explored the straps attaching the garter belt to the stockings, feeling around the buckles and trying to discern how they were attached by touch alone. Finally, they slid up and down Feng's thighs, admiring the feel of the lace-top stockings, before rising up the way they came to rest on her shoulder, pulling Feng closer so Meg could feel their bodies press together. The warmth of Feng's body heat against hers was lovely, intoxicating, and Meg almost broke the kiss just so she could gasp for air.

 

[DeliciousLust]

With Meg's hand on her cheek, Feng looked back at her intently as they began to shed more of their reservations when it came to indulging in each other's company. She looked at Meg in a different light and it was clear that they weren't going to be able to go back to just merely being two strangers in this hellish game after this. If they were going to break down barriers, what reason was there to not go all the way? Feng wasn't too sure if they would have much time with each other or if they would have another reasonable opportunity, but they did now have now. She would have given a quick lick of her blue painted lips, which matched her hair, and gave her a sure nod at her offer.

Her eyes didn't want to quite leave sight of the lovely lady sitting on her lap at the moment but the kiss was enticing enough to have her slip her focus to elsewhere, savouring touching and tasting Meg. Her tongue eagerly joined her as they deepened the kiss, perhaps with the intent of holding onto her like her hand was at the moment. She would give her a small squeeze before allowing Meg's to slip from her grasp, knowing full well she had a good reason for this. Her hand found itself on her lap and she curiously stroked her thigh curiously before finding its way around, feeling the alternating silky sensation between Meg's stockings and thighs. She would straighten her back rigidly when she felt her the hand that managed to sneak past her barrier of boudoir clothes. However, this encouraged her to kiss her even deeper as her tongue probed more into Meg's mouth. If she was listening, Meg could perhaps hear a small purr coming from Feng as her hair was stroked.

One arm wrapped itself around Meg's waist to ensure that she would keep her place on her lap during this kiss as her free hand explored her lower half eagerly. She was more assertive now with her hand as she grasped her thighs and felt her admirably toned legs. Her hand would stroke upwards until stopping past her red stocking tops, feeling the lace patterns under her palm. She would slip her fingers into the tops of her stockings as she felt her own breast fondled, incidentally toying with her already sensitive pierced nipple underneath. Her lips would part slightly as she let out a quiet moan during their kiss. She reluctantly slipped her fingers out of her stockings, giving them a small tug to put them back in place. No, that wasn't going to be the target of her search as Meg looked very cute in them. Instead, she slipped between her thighs as she was reminded that all Meg was wearing was a thong to protect her decency and she eagerly tried to find her way to something more sensitive as she felt the surface of the thong's material on her fingers.

Meg was granted some mercy from her search as they broke from the kiss and Feng took a much-needed breather. She let out a small giggle before releasing a content sigh, leaning forward so that she could feel Meg breath as she brushed her ear on her chest and catch the scent of her body. Having her sit on her lap was a very romantic gesture and a move she perhaps saw in a movie once. However, Meg was perhaps right to have some concerns about sitting on her as Feng felt her leg getting a bit numb. But, Feng did have other ideas in mind as she flashed her a mischievous grin.

Feng gave Meg's thigh another stroke before stopping at her knee and her hand went behind her leg as she gently laid her down on the bed she was sitting on. She gave her a second to get comfortable before she climbed over Meg to straddle her between her legs, allowing the full grip of her butt as a side effect if she wished. Leaning forward, she renewed her kiss with Meg, this time more passionately and wanting. Her hand would stroke the back her head before finding itself on the back of her neck, her fingers idly playing with her lower scalp. She did find her braids rather adorable and didn't want to undo them, at least for now. Her other hand roamed her body freely as it returned its place between her legs as she gave the fabric of the thong a few teasing strokes and pushed it way upwards, over her sculpted stomach. Ultimately in her search, her hand would find itself on her breast but didn't quite intrude in what little barrier her babydoll would give her at the moment, fondling her eagerly before her thumb would find itself on her nipple to return the same favour.

 

[Penny]

Meg gave a soft, low, but long moan as Feng's hand explored her thigh, her legs parting slightly of their own accord as Feng's hand wandered north. There was no modesty or reluctance here; Meg only felt anticipation as Feng's fingers slipping out of her stocking and then to the surface of her thong. She was sure to show her approval, leaning further into the kiss and producing a pleased sound from somewhere in the back of her throat.

She couldn't help but feel frustrated when Feng broke off the kiss and the hand left the surface of her thong, but the anticipation remained. Meg knew it wasn't a matter of if, but when, and that Feng would get there in her own good time. And, after all, Meg was as interested in the journey as the destination. For now, she enjoyed the quietly comfortable feeling of Feng's head close to her chest. Meg used her grip on Feng's shoulder to hold her close again, resting her cheek against the side of Feng's head, her nose buried in that lovely, bright, confident blue hair. On impulse, Meg pressed her face into Feng's hair and kissed her on the scalp, her hand coming up from her shoulder to stroke her hair again. Maybe that was weird, but their whole lives were weird now. All that mattered is that it felt right.

"Oop," Meg said quietly as Feng guided her onto the bed. She couldn't keep the dumb grin off her face, eagerly waiting to see what came next. As Feng straddled her, Meg's hands first when to both thighs, slowly and almost greedily sliding up the material of the stockings until she hit skin. Her hands teased at the bare flesh of Feng's upper thigh, circling around back until they found her lovely round ass. Both hands explored it for a moment before giving her a firm squeeze, retreating slightly, and then slipping underneath her panties to grab at the skin beneath.

Each stroke of the back of Meg's head produced a little sigh of pleasure directly into the kiss, but the touch to her lower scalp brought about a louder, satisfied moan. Her body stiffened when Feng's hand finally returned to Meg's thong, her legs quivering, and even Feng's light teasing was enough to feel a dampness in the material. Fondling her breast produced a similar reaction, Meg's back arching slightly and a long moan of desire drifting out of her lips. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles, straining against the sheer material, and every time Feng touched one Meg would give a soft, involuntary squeak of pleasure, sensation jolting through her body.

"Yes," Meg whispered, her eyelids fluttering and giving Feng another dumb, almost punch-drunk grin. "Yes, like that. Just, careful, I'm very...sensitive there..."

 

[DeliciousLust]

"Mmm, oh!" Feng couldn't help but murmur in a reaction as she felt Meg's make her way behind her and slide past the cover her lingerie so that their skin could touch once more. She arched her back when she felt her ass squeezed to her liking and her body gave a small shiver at that rather frisky gesture. It was lovely to see her happy, especially if that grin she didn't even know that Meg was capable of was any evidence of what they were doing together. It perhaps wasn't the right place or time for something like this but Feng too was more concerned with what felt right at the moment. She wanted to be with Meg, comfort her and feel her in every way possible.

Her hands were testing the waters so to speak and it seemed Meg was ready for anything she had to offer. The temperature of her body, her adorable sounds of approval and the dampness between her legs. She gave a blink at the sensation of what she was feeling on her fingertips and feigned innocence. If she had to be honest, she was starting to feel similarity too under the confines of her cheeky panties. There was a sly smile that crept up on her lips as she looked at Meg questioningly. "Oh, sweaty?"

Feng wasn't going to relent on her teasing just yet as she shifted slightly from her position after her fingers left her thong and she placed her stocking-clad knee between her legs. She shuffled slightly on the bed until she placed herself right against Meg's tender area and gave some passive friction on her with each of her movements.

"Sensitive?" Feng would say with curious cant of her head, pretending that she had not understood the word as her friend was under her mercy. Leaning closer to her, she rested her own full bust atop of Meg's, pushing her impressive cleavage into view while the gem inserts of her bra would brush against Meg's breasts. She gave a suggestive lick of her lips as she eyed her intently. There were so many possibilities she could take this and it was her intent to savour them however she could, especially while they had this moment together. She would press against her more as she gave her another hungry kiss. This one wouldn't last very long as she had plans she wanted to enact. Naughty plans.

Feng wasn't going take advantage of Meg cruelly but she did have the advantage to exploit nevertheless. She straightened after her kiss and looked at Meg with intent in her eyes. Her hands went on stomach once more as her fingers tips brushed on the surface of her stomach, rather eager to unveil the prize underneath like it was a gift. This time, her hands went underneath her babydoll and rose upwards as she wanted to free Meg from it. She would gently help her out of the lacy top, as it would be a shame if Meg never had the chance to put it on again. Her eyes beheld her free bosom underneath and she was sure to heed her earlier warning while being a bit adventurous at the same time.

Both of her hands went to Meg's breasts and she was sure to be gentle as her fingers brushed around the nipple to hint what may be coming later. She then cupped her breasts in each hand, stroking each of undersides before giving them a small squeeze while avoiding her nipples. Her fingers got a little more ambitious and slowly near those hard nipples. She would lean closer and give a small lick of her tongue, inadvertently breathing with the heat of her breath. Feng would curiously look up at Meg to ensure that she wasn't hurting her with her attention. Once Meg got a moment to breathe, she would take that same nipple into her blue painted lips and attend to it with her tongue like before.

 

[Penny]

"Oh, sweaty?"

Meg gave a nervous chuckle, glancing away from Feng, not sure whether to be embarrassed or to beg for more. She'd have blushed, had she not already had a healthy flush across her cheeks. Feng's teasing felt strange, even uncomfortable, but at the same time Meg liked it. It was that vulnerability again; Meg always had to be in control, even back in the real world, even in bed. Giving that control over to someone she trusted was a new feeling, but a deeply gratifying one, even and especially when Feng exerted that power over her.

Meg's eyes returned to Feng's as she shifted position, pressing her thigh up between her legs. The thin material of the thong provided no protection against Feng's touch, and Meg moaned softly at the prolonged contact. Feng's every movement sent jolts of pleasure up Meg's body. For a moment, she tried to withstand it with grace, but failed. Slowly, but very obviously, Meg's hips began to shift, humping Feng's thigh as Meg's breaths deepened and her eyes fluttered. When Feng pressed herself against Meg, she gasped, her eyes popping open again. The stones of her bra jabbed into Meg's sensitive breasts with a dozen points that were just barely painful but much more pleasurable. Meg's hands slipped out of Feng's panties and wrapped around her back, holding her close as they kissed again, moaning loudly into Feng's mouth. Even as she did this, her hips rocked, grinding her crotch against Feng's thigh.

Meg gasped when Feng finally broke the kiss, surprised at how light-headed she felt. She was burning up. She met Feng's look of intent with an expression of desperate need. Not just to receive Feng's touch to but return in kind, to give Feng the type of pleasure Meg knew she deserved. She'd follow her lead for now, though. She giggled slightly as Feng's hands slid up her stomach, oddly ticklish, and helped Feng remove her top, letting it drop off the side the bed. Meg's breasts rose and fell with her heaving breasts, pink nipples still standing at rapt attention. Meg could only grin as Feng looked down at her.

"Go on," she whispered. "They're yours. I'm yours. Do whatever you - ahhhh," Meg moaned at Feng's first, feather-light touch to her nipples, then grit her teeth as her hands cupped the tissue and tortuously avoided those stiff, pleasurable nubs. Her breath was hot and fast, hissed between clenched teeth, but it wasn't painful. Intense, clearly, but Meg loved every second, and when Feng looked up at Meg she saw the redhead's eyes locked on her, both needy and appreciative.

Obviously, Feng had to shft back to bring her mouth level with Meg's chest. This separated her thigh from Meg's crotch - though she surely felt the damp spot it left behind - and had Meg's hands trailing up from her back to her head. When she finally took Meg's nipple into her mouth, those hands' fingers snaked through her blue hair and gripped her scalp. Meg's arched and she cried out in pleasure, legs bucking, then wrapping around behind Feng's back. Meg would give her enough room to switch between her breasts or explore the rest of her chest, but she wouldn't be going anywhere unless she deliberately extricated herself from her grip.

"Ohh, yes, yes," Meg stuttered almost deliriously, completely heedless to whatever dangers could be lurking in the trial, focused entirely on Feng's touch. "Don't stop, please. Oh, god. Oh, Feng..."