You can’t help but to look around and smile as you feel the alcohol settle into your stomach like a comfortable ball of warmth. Sure Mike is being his loud abrasive self but he had come to your party after-all and the girls didn’t seem to mind him, so what the heck…
You grin at Paphia and she smiles back, giving you a lascivious wink. From over her shoulder Lily watches you, running the tip of her tongue around the opening in her beer can lazily and locks your eyes in a long meaningful gaze. Her painted fingertips run down her the length of her silken silvery hair and across her heavy tits, coming to rest over her nipples where they protrude visibly through her shimmering blue top.
“Oh yeah baby…” grunts Mike bopping over to the dancing figure of Ariella amongst the music and flashing lights, “Ooooh, Daddy like!”
Ariella treats him to a dazzling smile as she tosses her inhumanly long main of blue hair and spins lightly on her feet, swaying her deliciously feminine body to the beat. Her full lush ass stretches the yellow hot-pants to their limits as she rolls her hips sensually and her glorious rack bounces as she plays her hands above her head like a belly-dancer to the lively melody.
Yeah, this was good… THAT was good! The warm glow in your stomach spreads itself like molasses through the rest of your body, making your skin tingle and you smile again as a faint sheen of sweat appears on your brow. You snake an arm around Paphia’s tiny waist and feel the warmth of her soft body press up against yours, did her breaths seem to be coming a bit fast?
“Oh yeah Ba…aaaaAAAUURGH!!” Mikes crooning turns into a shriek that drowns out the music as he plants both hands over his balls and collapses as though kicked squarely in them.
Releasing Paphia you rush to him and kneel over him as he writhes about on your floor in clear discomfort.
“Mike! Mike, you OK man?” you cry over the music, reaching down to take his shoulder.
“Auurgh! Go fuck yourself!” he snarls through the pain before rolling away from you, hands tearing at his belt as he curls up into a ball, “Fucking Pixie… *groan* …flying bitch took the wrong shot… fucking confused me…”
“Mike, I – oooh….” Your voices fades off in horror as Mike manages the tear his belt off and yank his pants open in a single desperate move.
You don’t see much but what you do sends a shiver up your spine, Mike had opened his pants just in time to see the very tip of his penis recede into his abdomen which was now as smooth and anatomically correct as a Ken dolls. Even his balls were gone, receded too you would guess, and all that was left was a smooth blemish free stretch of skin from the bottom of his belly to the fork of his hairy legs.
Mike just bellows like an enraged bull and, shoving you aside, hobbles for the door pulling his pants back up from around his knees.
“Fucking… urg… fuckin’ luck charm! Fuckin Faerie bitches…I shoulda known…” He growls pushing past the flushed shocked form of Lily and turns in the doorway silhouetted by the bright light of the hall behind him.
“…fuckin' asshole.” He growls back through the door at you and slams it closed. You sit helpless and confused on the floor, your head full of the pounding music and your eyes dazzled by the flashes of colored light trying to figure out what was happening…
Did it matter? The warm comforting glow that had spread throughout your body was beginning to thrum in time with the party music from the crystal and it felt good… you giggle and then begin to laugh sitting cross-legged in the middle of what had been Mike and Ariella’s dance floor. You stagger, wavering a little, to your feet and look up at the girls giggling as the warmth in your body becomes more of a heat…
Paphia is looking back at the door after Mike suspiciously but the attention of the other two is now fixed firmly on you.
Ariella looks a bit anxious about what has just happened, her big doe eyes are wide and her little hands clenched tightly together under her spectacular trembling cleavage but her hips still sway almost unconsciously to the music as her pale crystal-blue eyes track yours nervously.
Lily doesn’t seem concerned over Mike’s outburst at all; she stands proudly before you running a long fingernail down over her puckered red lips thoughtfully as she stares up at you with eyes bright with hunger and promise.
Paphia turns back from the door, her face a study in wary suspicion.
“Careful girls, I think something strange is… Oh!”
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