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"Baiken, what the fuck are you doing?"
The samurai took a thirty-second hit of her bong before replying. "We're smoking that SV-1 Command Class Six Forbidden Spells Backyard Evil pack, the kinda shit you can only find walking the lowest decks of a Zepp warship. They watered this shit with the blood of 36 Megadeth-class Gears."
Bridget stared at her like she was speaking moon language. She'd walked in to the unmistakable smell of skunk weed, only to find Baiken and Elphelt on the couch together passing the bong around. At least, she assumed they'd been passing it around; Elphelt had an expression on her face like her brain was in the Backyard.
"I get it, okay, you got some strong weed."
Baiken dropped the bong into her cleavage so she could reach for her sword, unsheathing it halfway. "Calling this shit 'strong weed' is an insult to my bloodline, kid. We're smoking Zato-1's sleep paralysis demon."
Bridget rolled her eyes. "Alright, fine, you're high on fucking-- all the Ki Magic on God's green earth sprinkled into your bong. Elphelt, babe,are you alright? This stuff isn't too strong for you? I know it's your first time."
Elphelt turned her head at about one degree every five seconds, and when she made eye contact with Bridget, it was obvious why. The girl's corneas were a deeper shade of pink than her outfit, barely visible from behind her droopy eyelids.
When she spoke, it was the voice of a tortoise. "You two... are really hot."
Bridget felt her eyes widen at that declaration, earning a bemused snort from Baiken. "...Thank you?"
The samurai re-sheathed her sword and passed Bridget the bong from betwixt her breasts. "Look, kid, you invite me to smoke the fuck up and this is what you're getting. She's right about that, though, I bet your pussy feels like Biscoff butter."
Bridget looked down at the bong, then back up at Baiken. "You know I haven't gotten bottom surgery like you have, right?"
Baiken leaned over in a way that made her breasts fall out of her top. Bridget and Elphelt had both been friends with her long enough to accept that as a normal occurrence, albeit a very enjoyable one. "Yeah, and that ain't gonna stop me from making those cute little cheeks of yours clap, girl. Now take a fat hit of those Sequoia Banshee Boogers and start having a good time."
Bridget looked down at the bong again. She'd hit it a few times while she was on the road, but she knew Baiken's shit would hit different. Still, Elphelt seemed to be having a good time with it, good enough to drop that not-so-subtle hint that she was attracted to her at least. It couldn't hurt to try, right?
Now that the bugs had stopped attacking her, Bridget felt like she was in heaven. Her body had no weight to it, yet she was still as solid as ever. She could reach out and touch the couch, or Elphelt's hair, or Baiken's breasts, and they would most definitely be touching, and she would feel that touch ten times as intensely as she did normally, but the actual act of moving her limbs took no effort and induced no friction.
It made feeling up the two beautiful women next to her all the easier. At first, Baiken had cut the more tempting figure; her breasts were enough to get anyone's head turning, while the rest of her body had the toned musculature of a lifelong warrior; the gal was sporting a bona-fide six-pack under that robe of hers.
But despite that 'Positive Bonus pack' coursing through her bloodstream, Baiken was still a little cool to the touch. She wasn't shutting Bridget out; she was more than open to embracing the blonde, reciprocating the gentle kisses she was pressing to her lips, and feeling up each other's curves. Baiken was just more used to being the untamed warrior; she was a dire-wolf who'd accepted Bridget into her pack, and had come to sit by the fire.
Elphelt, in comparison, was like a newborn puppy. The weed turned her into an absolute cuddle-fiend; she greedily nuzzled into both girls, at one point pinning Bridget underneath her on the couch and kissing her for what felt like five hours. It gave the yo-yo master plenty of time to appreciate everything about the aspiring rockstar: her off-white hair, the smell of strawberries that followed her everywhere, the cute little voices she made when Bridget nibbled her lower lip. The blonde grew especially fond of her butt; it seemed to fit her hands perfectly, and Elphelt always made the cutest little whimpers when she gave it a smack.
She made an especially loud one when she felt Baiken's lips press up against her panties.
Bridget looked over to see that the samurai had knelt down and positioned her head right up against the point where their crotches were touching each other, only to gasp as she felt Baiken's wandering tongue rub up against her tights.
"S-sorry for leaving you outta the loop there, Baiken..." Bridget managed.
"Don't sweat it Bridge, I know I don't do the lovey-dovey shit too well. I much prefer to get right into the action, and watching the two of you like this... Mmh~"
The tone with which Baiken hummed said more about her libido than a thousand verses could. Bridget felt herself stiffen against Elphelt. "You wanna slip out of these panties, El?"
The Valentine sister nodded, her voice still lethargic. "Mhm, I want you both to get me pregnant."
Bridget felt herself throb at that request, even if it was rather irresponsible. She looked over to Baiken, but that only made it worse; the samurai had casually slipped out of her robe and was busy fixing an 8-inch strap-on to her front. She needed out of these tights now.
Lucky for her, Elphelt was just lucid enough to notice her erection. "Need some help with that?"
Bridget almost laughed at her tone of voice, so flat and earnestly helpful for such a sultry question. "Of course babe, please."
El still moved like a sloth, tugging the elastic of Bridget's tights inch by smooth black inch, just far enough for her girlcock to snap free. It was reasonably sized, with a slight upward curve and a tapered tip. Elphelt treated it like the most precious thing in the world. She ground herself against it, pressing more intoxicated smooches to Bridget's lips, only to break them off as she felt Baiken slap that freshly-lubricated strap against her ass.
"Mmh, took you long enough..."Elphelt muttered.
Baiken responded to that barb with a spank. "You try getting this thing on with one arm while stoned out of your fucking mind. You ready to double-team her, Bridge?"
Bridget responded with an affirmative moan, slipping herself inside without another word.
Fuck, this felt good. The weight of both her lovers on top of her, the warmth and the wetness, the faces Elphelt was making, it was all just heavenly. She fell into a rhythm with it, half following Baiken's pace, half negotiating her own. Her hands wandered all over Elphelt's body: Hair, arms, mouth, breasts, back, tummy, it didn't matter, all of her was beautiful. It was almost enough to give her the jitters again.
They went on like that for a while, Bridget and Elphelt both making the cutest little moans and sighs, while Baiken was silent save for the occasional grunt. Taking a strap that large up her ass must have hurt, but El seemed to be into it, constantly begging Baiken to go harder and faster, requests the Samurai was all too happy to oblige.
Bridget felt her shudder, and watched her throw her head back to moan. It started as an airy, breathy thing, before solidifying into a high-pitched squeal, made even louder by Baiken pulling her head back. Bridget just kept thrusting through it, lost in the throws of her own mind and the unbearable tension in her gock, until she felt Elphelt tap her on the shoulder.
"Break time, break time, too much!"
She and Baiken understood immediately, both of them pulling out so Elphelt could collapse at Bridget's side, panting like a dog.
Bridget tried to soothe her, scritching her head. "You good?"
The Gear gal nodded, nuzzling into her for warmth. "Mhh, just got... frazzled. Too much stimulation. It was... really really really fucking good though."
Baiken joined in on giving her headpats, standing beside the couch with her strap jutting out from her crotch. "Take as long as you need, hon."
Elphelt let out a little hum, throwing one arm up in the air. "Come and cuddle?"
The samurai rolled her eyes, but did in fact come to cuddle, laying down on the couch on Bridget's other side. "How can I say no to that face?"
Bridget now found herself sandwiched between two of the most beautiful women on Earth. Her head was even pressed between their breasts, and she could look up and see the two of them casually but enthusiastically kissing one another. She felt her head swim as the blood rushed to her loins.
"God... you two are both so pretty..." She said with a sigh.
Baiken looked down at her, past her love-struck dopey face and down towards her plush thighs, and the length sticking out between them. "You don't gotta say it out loud, you know."
Baiken's tone made her blush even harder, her gock throbbing without her input. "B-but it's true, I could stay here forever, you're so soft and warm and hot and-"
Baiken shut her up with a kiss, aggressive and needy, invading her mouth with her tongue. Bridget was all too happy to capitulate to it, shutting her eyes and letting the samurai take her in.
Elphelt, meanwhile, wriggled her way out from under the two of them, getting off the couch altogether and popping a squat by Bridget's crotch. The blonde let out a puppy's whimper when her lover took her in her mouth; Elphelt went slow and steady, not wanting to overstimulate her, probably still a bit tired from her own orgasm. It still felt like heaven to Bridget, all of it was heavenly, the cannabis in her system letting her drink it all in, without reservation.
She broke off Baiken's kiss with a cry, finding herself laying on top of the samurai, her cock in Elphelt's mouth, that strap pressing against her ass. "Oh fuck..."
Baiken growled like a tiger. "Mmh, too high to cum, sweetheart?"
Bridget let out a confused, semi-affirmative mewl. She wanted to cum, and maybe she would have, Elphelt's mouth felt so perfect, but no matter how tense she got down there, the chord just wouldn't fucking snap.
Baiken understood all of this immediately. "Want me to help push you over the edge? My strap is still good for it."
Bridget felt herself rouse back to some level of human comprehension at that. "Yes, yes please, fuck yes!"
The samurai shut up that begging immediately, hefting Bridget up with her one arm and slowly guiding that plastic cock inside. It took a couple tries, Bridget being on top made it a bit awkward, as did Elphelt being glued to her cock. But once that tight little hole was wrapped around Baiken's cock, it was like a switch flipped in Bridget's brain.
No more thinking, only puppy mode now.
It took less than a minute for her to cum. Baiken barely even had to thrust; one moment it was those same breathy moans and gasps, the next Bridget had her back arched, a few droplets of watery transfemme cum filling Elphelt's mouth.
Baiken pulled out of her fairly quickly, but Elphelt lingered for a few moments longer, slurping down as much cum as she could get out of Bridget's cock. Once she did finally pop off, the Gear girl didn't even wipe her lips; she just climbed on top of Baiken, nuzzling up next to a thoroughly exhausted Bridget, the two of them spooning each other like a pair of puppies.
The samurai sighed, resigning herself to the fate of having these two pass out on top of her. "We have to start smoking together more often."
Bridget had enough lucidity left for one last giggle before she fell asleep in the embrace of her lovers.