Chapter 59: We Need to Talk

Kelly listened patiently to the hushed whispers and rustling of clothes as Brian and Stephanie put on attire for a morning outing, and she strained her ears not-so-patiently each time the two seemed to get distracted from getting ready to make out. Which happened frequently, and consisted of tense silence, heavy breathing, small, almost inaudible wet noises, and an occasional gasp from Stephanie.

When they finally left, with the reliable click of the door’s automatic lock engaging behind them, Kelly threw back the covers and sat up.

“Love you too, Steph…” Kelly murmured into the now silent room.

It wasn’t that she was feeling shy at the pink-haired cutie’s blatant admission of her feelings, although she certainly was feeling shy. She’d refused to get up because there were a lot of other things on her mind right now, things they’d decided they weren’t going to share with Brian right now. Kelly didn’t want to interrupt the lovey-dovey atmosphere between Brian and Stephanie with it.

Normally I’d be like, gagging at that cutesy stuff, Kelly arranged the errant locks of hair that’d fallen down across her face. But like, wow. It’s totally different when you’re like, neck-deep in all of it, I guess. When you’re really FEELING it. It’s still all sickening saccharine sweet, but instead of obnoxious, it’s like… it’s like a really fucking tasty looking cake. I can’t diss it, because they both already cut me a slice, and… yeah, I really want to eat it. Fuck me. ‘Kelly Baby?’

Kelly smiled to herself. She felt great. Definitely a little too great.

Unlike Stephanie who was apparently able to blissfully overlook a lot of unusual details, Kelly found herself very hung up on them. The nagging feeling that she’d forgotten to remove her makeup last night didn’t match up with how clean her face felt this morning. She knew she’d passed out without brushing her teeth last night, but working her tongue and breathing carefully into her hand—there was no hint of morning breath. In fact, her mouth felt fantastic and fresh, as if she’d already completed her morning routine.

Lotta pretty big discrepancies all around, Kelly thought with a frown, dabbing a pair of fingertips between her legs.

She didn’t feel nasty with cum and sweat and secretions like she’d been fucked senseless last night. Despite having not wiped herself down there after the sex, she felt perfectly clean. Point for the magic cum theory, I guess. My body maybe… absorbed all of the mess? Or something? I mean, that stuff was EVERYWHERE.

Kicking the covers away from her feet, Kelly marveled at herself in awe for a moment. Her skin practically glowed, so perfectly smooth and flawless and pampered that she couldn’t help but draw each shapely leg up for closer inspection. Haven’t shaved my legs since… what, Thursday morning? So, this should feel like sandpaper grit. Instead, I’m squeaky clean. Do I… do I even have hair follicles down here anymore?

With a growing sense of unease, Kelly checked her armpits—they were equally bare, baby-smooth as if hair had never begun to grow there during puberty.

Okay. Yeah, NICE. Alarming, but… fuck, yeah this is awesome, Kelly decided. She wanted to burst into laughter at her good fortune, but even the benevolent changes terrified her a little. Guess I’m probably... bald now, from the neck down? Even my old actual hair got replaced with this luscious red hair. New life, new me?

“That freaky future thing wasn’t a fucking dream,” Kelly muttered to herself. It all felt crazy, though. No one would ever believe she could get psychic heads-ups or messages or whatever from her future self. No one except maybe Stephanie, who seemed to have her own fucking impossible magic mind powers, and that was just as crazy. Maybe more crazy.

Climbing out of bed and striding over towards the mirror, Kelly flicked on the lightswitch there, glancing towards Emily to make sure she hadn’t disturbed her. Kelly really wanted to freak the fuck out right now about all of this, but at the same time the idea of spending a future with Brian and Stephanie had a strange calming effect. It wasn’t some idealistic fuck it, why not stab in the dark with them anymore, she’d witnessed a glimpse of this future. That happiness she sensed was way too fucking real, and Kelly wasn’t sure it was something she was capable of letting go of.

Okay, okay, get a grip, Kelly admonished herself, planting both hands on the vanity and leaning in to peer at her reflection in the mirror.

The Kelly she saw there looked absolutely fucking outstanding, like she’d spent an entire afternoon preening and primping and carefully touching herself up, styling her hair just right, and practicing the right faces to make for the cameras before a big show. Not like she’d rolled out of bed after a night of shagging, humiliating herself by guzzling up spilled semen, and then shagged some more until she passed out like some kind of junkie.

Smiling at herself in the mirror was now potent, the effect had her feeling pangs of attraction and arousal for herself. Closer examination confirmed every detail had been accounted for—her eyes looked bright and sharp, her lashes impressed. Her brows looked killer, neither running unkempt nor with the lines too exaggeratedly smooth—they were just the way she liked them. The tiny little facial blemishes she was intimately familiar with working to conceal had apparently taken a holiday, and pores? Pores, what fucking pores?

“Yeah, what the actual fuck,” Kelly wondered in a breathless voice, hefting her large breasts. “Even you two look better today, somehow. God damn.”

Touching herself all over—strictly for science, of course—revealed some of the more subtle changes she’d have never thought to look for. Her fingernails were now all uniform, cuticles even in length and with no hints of hangnails. Maybe Brian’s not into long nails? I mean, I never really was either. The palms of her hands seemed healthier somehow, less lined, but she still had fingerprints. You know things are getting pretty fucking out there when you think that maybe you might still have fingerprints, and maybe you won’t, hah…

Between her breasts, her bellybutton, the sloping musculature of her thighs and then the swell of her ass, behind her knees, feeling up her calves—Kelly groped and touched and kneaded herself to find everything felt a little amazing. Sensitive, supple, and altogether gorgeous all over. Wait what the fuck?!

Kelly stared down at herself in shock and then awkwardly climbed partway up on the counter so that she could see the bare skin below her abdomen, just inside where her panty-line would be. There was nothing there.

“Did you… did you just laser-remove my shitty Ravaged Cassettes tattoo?” Kelly demanded, completely unsure of who or what she was even addressing as she ran her fingers over the naked and unexpectedly very empty spot. “Fuck, when did…? I mean yeah, thank you, oh my God, but…”

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Emily’s consciousness had been adrift in the flow of a placid blue river. The calm waters had been sleepily sluicing throughout her slumber, uninterrupted by thoughts or disturbance of any kind... when she suddenly felt lips upon hers. Soft, warm, and pillowy lips. Silken flesh—Emily instinctively suckled on those gentle lips in a dreamlike state, slowly kissing back and letting the pleasant sensation seep into her consciousness for several long moments. Emily’s eyelashes fluttered as she began to rouse, and when her eyes finally opened, she saw that it was Kelly waking her up with this impossibly succulent kiss. Still not completely awake, the Latina looked up at the other girl with a dazed expression of confusion.

Uhhh is this a fucking dream? Emily wondered as she tried to blink herself awake. Because, it feels like it should be a fucking weird dream.

She remembered bits of last night as if they were still happening, while this current situation with the brilliant red-haired beauty quietly watching her felt... askew from all previous impressions. Also, Kelly had humongous, perfectly-shaped breasts hanging right there almost in her face in an incredibly distracting way. Completely naked and out in the open, the pale circles of Kelly’s areolas formed enticing halos around nipples that were already stiffened into protruding pink points.

Okay, quit staring. Swallowing uneasily and working to sit up upon the bed, Emily covered her face and tried not to groan. She wasn’t a morning person, and whatever was going on—she wasn’t ready for it at all.

“Uhhh?” Emily began.

“Good morning, Kitten,” Kelly said, quirking her expression into a small grin. “We need to talk.”

“I’m not talk,” Emily grunted out, rubbing her face. “I’m mean, I mean—ugghh, what time is it?”

“You’re not actually groggy,” Kelly began in a low voice. “I know you’re probably falling into some state of mind where you think you are, think you should be, out of habit or whatever, but you’re probably not. You’re—hey, look at me—you’re not actually feeling sleepy or tired at all, are you? If you stop and think about it for a second, you’re gonna realize you actually feel fucking fantastic, like you’re full of energy and about to have a great day. Am I right? Because you got fucked last night.”

“I got fucked last night,” Emily repeated in a slight stupor as she tried to make sense of what this chick was trying to convey to her. “I… okay yeah. I did. Brian and I. We did it. I do feel pretty good. Uh, yeah, is that what it’s like, what this is like, after a really kickass—”

“No, it isn’t,” Kelly shook her head. “Not like this.”

“No?”

“I… Emily, get up, please,” Kelly said, rising up off the bed herself. “C’mon, up.”

Where’s Brian and Stephanie?

The situation seemed weird, surreal, and between the surprise sensual wakeup that they definitely needed to address and Kelly’s odd tone of voice, Emily found herself rustling the covers back with clumsy kicks of her feet and awkwardly clambering off the bed after the girl. Realizing that she was just as naked as Kelly was… it was different. Not mortifying as it should have been, there wasn’t enough shame to drive her to cover herself up, or anything. Instead, there were just mild ripples of self-consciousness spreading across the surface of her water, and that was it. At Kelly’s outstretched hand, Emily allowed herself to be guided over to stand in front of the vanity mirror.

Oh, right, Emily gave her reflection a sheepish smile. Blue. That’s ME, now.

The bright shock of blue hair was daring and actually pretty snazzy looking, and she shook her shaggy bangs with a tilt of her head and simply admired how strangely great her pixie cut looked this morning. She almost hadn’t recognized herself in the mirror.

I look... pretty okay today? Despite being placed side-by-side with the taller and much more bodacious Kelly, Emily didn’t feel like an absolute nothing. Contemplating her own appearance with a slowly growing smile, she instead felt… good about herself.

“Don’t know how much time we have, so—first of all,” Kelly swiped a pill off the counter and picked up one of the hotel room’s cups already prepared with water. “Sure Choice tablet. The day-after pill.”

“Ah, shit—right,” Emily accepted the pill with an embarrassed smile. “Yeah, thanks! Really.”

Jesus. Completely like wouldn’t have even thought about it for a bit! Emily frantically tossed back the pill and chased it down with a large swallow of water. All that last night…

Each memory seemed more obscenely pornographic than the last, and Emily felt her entire body flush with warmth as a trickle of blue seemed to tickle down her body in ways that made her shiver. That hadn’t just been sex—she’d been fucked, royally and exquisitely fucked, brutally pounded, she’d been slamming up and down on Brian’s gigantic cock like a helpless—

“No idea if that pill’s gonna work at all, actually,” Kelly interrupted with a stare.

“You—what?” Emily sputtered with a blush. “Umm—”

“Spunk was literally spurting out of you last night like a fountain. He pumped you so full of cum it was coming out in a puddle,” Kelly recounted. “Steph and I were snuffling our faces through it like greedy little piglets... Uh, but anyways, yeah, if it’s his cum? Who knows if Sure Choice can do anything about it. Do you remember much of last night?”

“Y-yeah, but like, a day after pill would still probably—”

“Do you feel weird at all?” Kelly asked. “Like something’s different?”

“Yeah, a little?” Emily mumbled out, sending an uneasy glance back at herself in the mirror. “I mean I guess I kinda—”

“Like you don’t have blemishes, your face isn’t oily at all, and you woke up with perfect hair?” Kelly pointed out. “Do you feel, like, refreshed? Full of energy, just fuckin’ rearing to go today? Like you already brushed your teeth, even though you didn’t? Because I feel this way, and I’m pretty sure it’s ‘cause of all that magic cum.”

“Magic cum,” Emily echoed with a blank look.

“Yeah, magic cum,” Kelly said. “Brian has magic cum. Spit. Fluids, whatever. Brian magic. First our hair goes colors, then… well, there’s more and more. You with me so far?”

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“Magic cum,” Emily repeated with the same blank look.

“I—yeah, fuck. C’mon, Emily,” Kelly growled in apparent frustration, giving Emily an annoyed look. “Pretty damn sure you’re a lot more alert and awake then you think you are right now. Magic cum. Brian’s magic kisses. All the crazy shit and colors and feelings?”

“Uhh, okay,” Emily shrank back. “Yeah, it’s been—it’s weird. Crazy. Totally crazy.”

“I’m—look, sorry,” Kelly took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Don’t mean to be short with you. Trying not to be all freaked out about this. Really, really want us to like, hit it off and be cool. I’m actually sorry if it seemed like I was talking down to you or anything last night, while all of that was going on. I was just—it’s all weird, and I wanted to feel more in control, and I was acting like I’m used to acting. Don’t mean to seem condescending or intimidate you or, or—any of that. Alright? I’m trying to—”

“It’s cool, hey, it’s cool!” Emily reassured her as quickly as she could. “Uhh, you totes don’t have to, like—”

“Stephanie has magic mental powers,” Kelly blurted out in agitation. “You found that out last night at some point. Right? From what she said, it was like you were… up to speed on that, with her.”

“Yeah, she, uh—empathy. Empathic,” Emily stammered. “She’s empathic. I swear to God she connects emotions, it’s—”

“Yeah, okay, good,” Kelly cut her off. “Right when I was... passing out last night, my future self told me my special power is getting messages from her in the future. It was, uh, well she was pretty fucking convincing. I’m convinced. So, I have magic mental powers, too.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” Emily couldn’t help but step in and grab Kelly’s hands. “You get future—what all did she say? How does it work? Will I—”

“Okay, good,” Kelly seemed to let out a breath of relief. “You believe me. You believe me, right?”

“Yes, I believe you!” Emily promised, struggling to contain her incredible excitement. “I mean, after fucking everything all that’s happened in the past day or so—”

Kelly pulled her into an abrupt hug, and Emily was too flabbergasted and off guard to do anything but feel herself squeezed up against the taller girl’s luscious breasts. There was a definite sense that Kelly was struggling to cope with a lot of things all at once, and although embracing another girl while they were both nude still felt super weird, Emily put her arms around Kelly in what she hoped was a reassuring manner. She had absolutely no idea what to think about their relationship with how bizarre everything had become… but, Kelly seemed to be making a genuine effort to connect to her.

“We’re close friends, in the future,” Kelly revealed. “I think. Future me didn’t, uh, have time I guess to spell out every little thing, but I got this gist that you were who she went to, to help think through weird charm magic stuff.”

“We’re... close friends, in the future?” Emily tried to sound convinced.

It wasn’t that she disliked Kelly, just… that they seemed like they were on very different wavelengths, and she didn’t imagine they would ever have much of anything in common. Emily didn’t have any friends that acted like Kelly, every girl who gave off a similar vibe that sprung to mind was a bully from high school like Lauren, or a mortal enemy who played at being friends, like Chloe. There was just such a massive gulf between their personalities that Emily really couldn’t imagine herself and Kelly ever becoming close.

“Yeah,” Kelly let out a small laugh. “Sounds crazy, right?”

“Umm,” Emily responded with her own nervous laugh. “I mean no offense, kinda, yeah? But—”

“I wouldn’t have ever been friends with you before,” Kelly admitted. “Or have fallen in love, for real fallen in love, with Stephanie. It’s all different, now. Everything’s crazy and changing and—uh, a bunch of bad stuff’s about to happen. I want you to know that I’ve got your back.”

“Bad stuff, what bad stuff?” Emily asked in alarm.

“She wasn’t allowed to say,” Kelly shrugged in vexation. “If future moi said too much, our timeline and hers become… incompatible, or something?”

Uhhh, then doesn’t basically gimp the whole point of getting future knowledge? Emily couldn’t help but think with a weak smile. With just those few words, her mind was already racing through everything Kelly had said, trying to connect it all and figure out how this worked. Yeah, total advance knowledge is broken and OP as fuck, but if things are nerfed like this, how much information are we going to be able to actually even use?

“What did future you say?” Emily finally asked.

“It was mostly just a heads up about the power,” Kelly said. “Okay… no, that’s not true. I think… that maybe she was mostly showing me Stephanie.”

“Showing you Stephanie?” Emily leaned back slightly so that she could see Kelly’s expression. “Why?”

“Because I’m in love with Stephanie,” Kelly said, sounding a little shocked herself. “Like. I could feel it. No games, no playing around, I was completely and totally in fucking love with her. Oh, I loved Brian and probably the rest of you too, but Stephanie was, um. My everything.

“There aren’t really words to describe it. But, like. When I felt it, when I knew it, now I know I need it, that I’ll do anything—and I mean anything—to make sure I have it. That she has it, that we have it.”

A small tremor could be felt through Kelly’s body through their embrace, and Emily’s eyes went wide as Kelly began to sound emotional.

“Future me wanted me to see that,” Kelly continued. “Knew that I’ve gotta like, subconsciously defy people telling me what to do—so, she didn’t. She’s a crafty bitch. I mean, I already know what was about to happen if things just played out normally from here. I’d have always kept one foot on the ground. Held back a whole bunch of myself, always left myself a path out. Gotten more and more… anxious and tense and uncomfortable with things, the closer everyone got to me. At some point, I’d have just fucking fucked it all up.

“I know I can’t just fucking fix all my shit on my own, and I can’t like, force myself to trust you guys. But for what I felt, for that future with you guys, for Stephanie… I’m gonna put in all of my fucking effort, okay? If I ever come across the wrong way, or if I bother you, or if you get vibes like I’m better than you, or shit like that—say the fucking word, and I will do anything to prove myself for you. For this.”

“Kelly…” Emily froze, having no idea what to say.

“Part of it’s magic, probably,” Kelly shrugged with another helpless laugh. “I guess. Charm magic. Doesn’t matter. Different dosages, or—I dunno, maybe it affects us differently, ‘cause of each of our individual magic color... stuff?

“When I saw you yesterday, it was just like—huh, cool. Friend of Brian’s, better look out for her a bit. That’s as far as my interest went, really. Now, it’s like—I don’t fucking know. There’s this sense of solidarity, that’s maybe from getting fucked full of magic and maybe just fucking mind game stuff from the future. I dunno. I know I started getting real overprotective of Steph throughout yesterday as the day went on, too. I’m all...”

“Okay. Okay, let’s… talk about all this,” Emily suggested, carefully separating herself from Kelly’s hug and taking a step back so that they could speak eye to eye. “Brian has magic charm powers. He maybe, probably, doesn’t even realize he does, and it’s doing stuff to us. We each have colors. It… spruces us up physically a bit? Maybe gives us magic powers.”

“Right,” Kelly nodded.

Kelly’s honey-brown eyes were wet but she wasn’t exactly crying—it looked like she was going through a massive ordeal, but with determination and grit. Like she just needed to sniffle her nose clear, take a deep breath and then power on through any and every obstacle. It evoked a sense of sincerity from deep inside Emily, because she could sense Kelly’s incredible discomfort. Kelly was sharing an extraordinarily intimate moment with her, she was forcing herself to open up and somewhat blindly include Emily in her trust.

“And, you really love us?” Emily tried not to sound like she was in disbelief.

“I think I will, yeah,” when Kelly met her gaze, the eye contact seemed to pull upon things from deep inside of Emily.

“Uhh. Is that—is that why you woke me up like that?” Emily asked with a weak smile.

“Nah,” Kelly gave her a half-hearted smile. “Not really. I was already gonna wake you up anyways, and you’re hot, so…”

“You think I’m hot?” Emily decided to pretend her heartbeat wasn’t suddenly racing.

“Yeah, definitely. I was bi before the charm stuff already,” Kelly explained. “I maybe wouldn’t have thought of you as my type before all of this, but… with the circumstances and shit? It’s like the more I see, the more I feel like you’re right in my strike zone, somethin’ I wanna, uh. Get with. If that’s not your thing, if it’s not cool—I’m totally prepared to back off a little and give you whatever space you need. I want to make this work.”

“No, I—uhh,” Emily wet her lips and made a face. “It’s just. Sudden. You know? I don’t even—um, you kissed me last night, too. Right before… you pushed me down on Brian’s, uh. When that all happened.”

“Yeah,” Kelly said with a cautious expression. “I did.”

“Was it—was I, am I… appealing? Like that?” Emily struggled to say. She felt like an idiot. “In that way?”

“Yes,” Kelly answered.

“...Really?” Emily asked.

“Emily… not tryin’ to pressure you into a rush decision or anything,” Kelly let out a small sigh, casually sliding her hands down across her magnificent chest. “But, your antsy little expression’s kinda turnin’ me on, so… if you don’t want me to start trying to make you feel weird and curious about this—tell me to back off a bit sooner rather than later. Okay?”

Emily wasn’t able to tear her eyes away from the lush curvature of Kelly’s breasts.

Those large, pert, and shapely swells were slightly flushed, and those nipples were standing out more than ever. Kelly slightly arched her back, and it seemed like those twin caps of perfect flesh were then straining forward towards Emily. Just begging to be touched, toyed and played with between eagerly exploring fingertips or maybe even lips and teeth. The sparkling blue drip that had been steadily leaking out from her mind sprung several new rivulets that dribbled down her body in an ambiguous way, forcing her to shift her weight from one foot to the other.

“Uhhhm,” Emily let out a nervous laugh.

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