Afterparty (Mdu) (Rated MA for mature audiences)

[Anonymous]

Let it never be said that Chica Characa didn’t try. She had tried to make that party interesting, she really had, but everyone but her and Devi seemed hell bent on being dreary wet blankets and not having a good time, so no matter how much alcohol she poured into herself, Chica hadn’t really been enjoying herself.

And she’s poured a lot of it down her gullet.

Sure there were perks, like Vaughan being there and that nice Alik guy who she’d made out with for a bit as a twisted but of revenge against…. Actually, come to think of it she couldn’t remember who that had been for.

The liquor that was now, she was sure of it, pumping through her veins blurred memory and made the world slosh about like she was at sea. Not that she’d ever been at sea mind, but she’d read about it.

As she swayed her way down a corridor in the early hours of the morning, Chica pondered. She pondered the day to come, the candidates’ free day, which would probably be spent resting at this rate. But she wasn’t tired just yet.

Men and women, military folk and cleaning and maintenance crew, scurried about the halls, shooting sidelong glances her way and giving the drunken candidate a wide berth.

[Anonymous]

Ever seen a drunk parrot? They tend to fly around aimlessly before conking sidewards. It doesn't take much for them to get drunk either. Just a few sips stolen from someone's glass and they became a spectacle.

Demya too was a cheap drunk. All it had taken was something green and bubbly and she'd been giggling and swaying about the room with little flowers falling from an assortment of body parts. She'd completely forgotten about Vaughan's allergies: she'd forgotten about almost everything other than the need to flutter and chirp.

Little white jasmine flowers trailed up her arm and she giggled like a schoolgirl. 'So pretty, why can't the humans take care of them too?' she asked the air in front of her.

Demya stumbled and flapped her wings a little then used some of her vines to hold herself up. Fly, home, nest.. oh pretty man, she thought, still smiling inanely. She chirped as the soldier walked passed, whipping him playfully with one of the jasmine tendrils.

'Hang on, I thought I came passed this... Party time!' Demya chirped.

[Anonymous]

Wide sweeps of her tail pushed Chica onwards, down seemingly endless corridors, until she turned a corner and paused. She had no clue where she was, but in front of her was a most interesting a site.

Breasts.

Just, there, all exposed and just begging for her to stare at them. So stare she did, for a good moment, smiling and giggling giddily as she did. It occurred to her that a naked girl in the corridors was odd, and that’s when her mind registered the feathers.

“Hey Demya,” she said a little slowly, her animosity towards the harpy drowned in a river of vodka, “What’s happenin?”

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Demya stood blinking at the naga for a few moments, trying to figure out what Chica was staring at. She continued staring and giggling before realising what was happening and looking up.

'Oh snakes!' Demya giggled, having completely forgotten her previous train of thought. 'Can I pet your snakes? I haven't seen any since - hic -... since forever!'

Demya leant forward and tumbled onto Chica, her arms wrapped around the girl for balance. 'Has anyone ever told you that you have - hic - pretty snakes, not like the icky brown ones. They bite and get stinggy. Green snakes are much more prettiful,' she said while looking up at Chica, smiling.

Demya's hand wandered up to the snakes, tickling them and stroking them in awe.

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Chica’s eyes remained firmly fixed on Demya’s boobs as the harpy spoke. She replied absent-mindedly, “Yeah…..sure….I guess.” There was no problem in her mind with people touching her hair, so long as they asked, just generally people were afraid of them biting.

She adjusted her height without thinking, rising up to be just a little taller than Demya, as was her way. It was nice to be taller than everyone, she thought. It made her feel powerful.

Demya tumbled into her, causing Chica to blink and lose her focus on the other girls breasts, due largely to the fact that they were now squashed against her own. Her hands went automatically to Demya’s waist as arms were thrown around her neck.

Her head didn’t pull back, leaving her looking down at Demya’s face just a few inches from her own as a foreign hand started stroking the back of her head.

“Thanks,” she responded as the snakes wriggled with glee at being played with, eagerly intertwining with Demya’s fingers and rubbing themselves on her hand. The tickling sensation was spread into Chica, giving her an odd tingling in her spine and making her giggle and smile brightly.

[Anonymous]

Demya pushed herself up a little higher, entirely focused on the snakes. 'They're so green and smooth. I like snakes, don't I, you little cuties,' she cooed.

She turned her face so she could look at Chica and say thankyou, brushing her lips against Chica's. 'Thank - you have soft lips,' she said, going cross-eyed to look at them. She grinned and bumped them with her own, giggling. 'They're really pretty too. Can I,' she giggled and bumped the lips again, 'can I kiss you?'

She blew on the naga's lips then hesitated before brushing her lips across Chica's, this time not moving back but closing her eyes.

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“D’aaw, thanks,” Chica mumbled, unused to getting compliments about her hair. She did think they were cute too, but not many others seemed to.

She’d been about to say something when Demya’s lips were suddenly touching hers, only briefly, catching Chica off guard. Her mind was unable to compute the fact that she’d just been almost sort of kissed by a girl.

By the third peck Chica’s mouth had opened and tried to reciprocate, only to find the other mouth gone before she could. She nodded at the question, a small blush giving a pink tinge to her cheeks.

As Demya’s lips again met her own, apparently soft and pretty, lips Chica paused, unsure, and then tilted her head to one side a little. Her mouth opened to suck on the other girl’s lower lip, then her tongue slid out and began sliding across Demya’s lips enticingly.

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Demya tried to watch Chica's tongue as it touched her lips, giving her even more of a cross-eyed appearance. It had been a very long time since she had kissed anyone so it took her a little while to register that she was meant to close her eyes.

Se nuzzled her lips closer into the kiss and trailed her own tongue over Chica's. She gave a slight chirp and fluttered her wings behind her. They stretched up before coming down over the vertical part of the other girl's tail.

Vines trailed about the two of them, locking them closer in a web of intoxicating jasmine. Her hand stopped petting the snakes and ran loosely down Chica's back and around her waste, the other still around the naga's neck for support.

[Anonymous]

As Demya’s tongue trailed along her own, Chica smiled, and began to suck on the other girls tongue. After a moment she plunged into the harpy’s mouth, tongue swirling around and her mouth sucking on Demya’s lips as they tongue-wrestled.

Her tailed flicked happily behind her, blissfully unaware of the vines encircling them.

One hand remained on Demya’s waist, but her right began to wander. It crept along her side and up, coming back to the girls front as it found purchase on a soft mound of flesh.

Her hand cupped Demya’s breast, not too firmly, and began to fondle it, her thumb and forefinger finding the nipple and beginning to tweak it gently, her own large breast pressing against the back of her hand.

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Demya broke the kiss and looked down when her breast was fondled. She couldn't help noticing just how large Chica's were by comparison. She was like, three sizes larger or more!

Demya pouted then went back to the kiss, wriggling her tongue between Chica's full, pouty lips. To Demya's alcohol-addled brain, this was more exciting than flying. Well, more exciting than flying around the ATC anyway. She no longer even registered the urge to fly or what her vines were doing.

Demya's vines were as much a part of her as her body and they were behaving much as her body was. They were snaking their way inside Chica's clothes and trailing across her body, little tendrils tickling and twisting around her skin. They made their way up, up, up until they were wrapped around Chica's breasts.

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Chica’s mouth gaped open stupidly, eyes shut, as Demya broke the kiss. Her eyes opened to see what the problem was, her hand still massaging the breast, and soon the mouth returned, a tongue worming its way into her mouth ever so pleasantly. She returned the favour with vigour.

In her miniskirt and orange halter top, there wasn’t a whole lot covering Chica, so when something began wriggling underneath her clothes she yelped before returning to the kissing.

The something, she soon figured, were vines. She vaguely remembered something about Demya and vines, so she rightly assumed that they were some sort of magic and her drunken mind accepted the fact that they seemed to be getting ready to undress her. Undress her, in a public hallway, with people walking by.

Words could not describe the sensation as the vines curled around her chest. Chica loved to have her boobs played with, so she showed her appreciation by kissing and fondling harder than before, grinning all the while.

[Anonymous]

Demya almost broke off the kiss again when she felt everything getting harder: the touching and the kissing. It made her want to crouch to the floor and furl her wings about the pair.

The vines ensnared themselves in the weaving of the cloth and started pushing holes in the fabric. The shirt finally gave way and fell to the floor along with a bundle of slithering vines, which spread out across the floor and up the walls.

Demya didn't need her eyes open to "see" what was happening. She could feel people trying to get around them and the shape of Chica's breasts without ever opening her eyes. They felt warm and happy as they twirled about Chica's soft chest.

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It didn’t matter that they were standing in the middle of a busy corridor, one that seemed to get busier with every minute that passed. It didn’t even matter that one of her favourite tops was being ruined. She didn’t care when it fell to the ground, exposing her breasts to the people walking by, many of whom didn’t hide their looking. Perhaps without the alcohol she would have cared, but as it was Chica was quite happy to do whatever Demya wanted right then and there.

For her part Chica’s other hand left Demya’s side and made its way up to her untouched breast, giving it the same treatment as her right as receiving. Her tail pulled around, the tip running along Demya’s inner thigh, exploring the soft feathers and experimenting with which way it could run along them and which way it couldn’t.

All the while her breasts were being squeezed and pulled, eliciting soft moans that were drowned in the kissing.

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Demya could feel a crowd treading on her lovely vines now and it was starting to irritate her. The vines curled around people's ankles and tripped them over. This was none of their business: nosy humans.

She tottered forward slightly and tried to move Chica towards the wall before using her wings as a shield. They brushed against Chica's tail and back as they went up, tickling her with their feathery goodness.

Demya chirped as she felt her breasts being fondled and continued trying to push Chica closer and closer to the wall. The movement of the vines about Chica's breasts intensified too, pinching the nipples as well as tickling the skin around them.

Demya fluffed her tail and lifted it up as she felt Chica's tail exploring her legs. It tickled to have them moved about by someone else. It made her giggle and kiss harder.

[Anonymous]

Chica let herself be guided, positively quivering with pleasure as the feathers touched her bare skin, until her back was pressed up against the wall.

As the vines began to pinch at her nipples Chica gasped. They were able to do things no pair of hands or mouth was able to, and it was becoming too much to bear.

Letting her hands fall off the soft breasts they were enjoying she began fiddling with her skirt, finding the buckle and managing to undo it. The Skirt began to fall, before it was torn off by the vines as her top had been, leaving her naked to the world. From the tricke running down her tail, it was quite clear what Chica wanted.

Her hands returned to Demya’s breasts while her tail moved upwards, searching for the opening that she knew the harpy possessed. Once she stumbled upon what she assumed was the right, and only, hole her tail began to trail gently along its length, not really knowing if there was a particular spot to aim for and just trying to judge by Demya’s reactions.

[Anonymous]

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Demya woke up the next day a few meters down the hallway from her room. Her wings were spread out at awkward angles and her head felt like Icky Vicky had knocked it against the wall again. Sour jerk. She felt her head just in case but nothing was broken. What had she done last night?

She rolled off her side and brushed herself off, feeling strangely chirpier than usual. For some strange reason she had the urge to go somewhere high and crow like a rooster. Whatever she'd done after having that green bubbly stuff, it must have been fun.