{Chapter 17: Heat}

I look around. I'm laying in a bed, cuddling Alex under a fluffy blanket. He's still asleep. I reach down and find that his tail is gone. What would he look like without the…blanket…Wait, I know this blanket!…But…how did we get in my room?!

When I touch him, his cock wakes up. I blush. Alex reaches up and touches my face in his sleep. I see him running, falling, the deal. And, somehow, what happened after he fell asleep. He’s only been a fairy for a few days, with no time to practice, yet the rate he learns and at which his power grows…it’s so high that it’s scary!

I realize I have to pee. My pussy feels like it’s on fire…if I don’t get out of bed, I’m going to end up raping Alex…Wait…what did Kanna say his name was in life? Oh, right…Noah.

He groans in his sleep. His cock shrinks and disappears. His hair lengthens, he grows boobs, and he gains curves. His jawline softens, and his glasses disappear. I blush harder. Wow…Alex is hot!

I pull my half of the blanket over her and crawl to the end of the bed. I’m still groggy, so when I slide off the bed onto my feet, I land on something. It shoots under the bed and I fall. I reach out to grab the door with my left hand and realize I’ll miss, so I hold my right forearm to my forehead so I don’t slam into the floor and break my nose. When I hit the floor, I struggle to hold it in. No…

I lay there whimpering for a few seconds. “Are you okay?”

I look up to see Vanilla in the doorway. Looking at her flips a switch inside me. No…I’m g-gonna p-pee m-m-my-self in f-front of Vanilla…

(≥≤) “Uhnnnnnn…Vanilla, p-p-please l-look away!”

“Why?”

I slide my hands under me and grab my pussy, which I see that Vanilla is also doing. I cross my ankles. “Uhnnn…please!”

Tears are streaming down my face. She just stares at me. (≥≤) Can’t hold it…much longer…

((≥o≤)(OoO) “Kyaaaa!”

I cry out as it explodes out of me, instantly soaking my panties and skirt. It streams out in torrents through my hands. Vanilla’s eyes widen and her hands fly to her mouth. Two minutes later, I’m empty. I’m laying in a puddle of pee that reaches to about three inches from Vanilla’s foot. My muscles relax, and I manage to turn my head just before I collapse in my own pee. My hair is soaked, and now I have pee on my cheek. (> O ) I start sobbing. ((╥_╥ ) “Chocola, it’s okay, I’ll go get a bath ready!”

I sniffle. “It’s not so much that I p-peed myself. It’s th-that you w-watched me do it! If you had seen it after I was done, it wouldn’t be so bad…but you saw the whole thing!”

A little more trickles out. Vanilla walks over. She sits on her knees and takes my head into her lap. I roll over so I’m looking up at her. Quietly, so as not to wake Noah, I ask, “Vanilla…?”

“Hm?”

“I know I’m soaked, but…can I sit in your lap so we can hug?”

She nods. I try to sit up but can’t. She helps me, then helps me turn to face her. “Actually…could you lean against the bed?”

“Umm…okay…”

I manage to turn myself around and scoot back against the bed. I sit on my knees like she is. She scoots toward me, then stands up. She moves so my legs are between hers. I blush because her pussy is a) level with my eyes, b) about four inches away, and c) her panties are dark and sticky. (≧≦) I look away. “V-vanilla…Your pussy being in my face isn’t helping…”

She sits down. I look at her. (\\★★//) She’s sitting on her knees, legs on either side of mine, and her pussy is nestled in the canyon where my legs press together. I hug her and snuggle into the hollow where her neck slopes into her left shoulder. “Vanilla…your panties are wet and sticky…your legs, too. Did watching me pee turn you on that much?”

“Well, I, uh…I…”

She blushes. Her panties get a little wetter. “Vanilla…if it made you happy…then it makes me happy.”

She gently disentangles from me and stands up. Thin strands of cum stretch out and break. I slicken a little. She sits back down where she was, but this time her legs are stretched out behind me. She scoots forward so she’s pressed against me, then wraps her legs around me. My skirt is all scrunched up, and her pussy is against mine. I can feel the heat. The pee soaking my panties quickly soaks hers. The cum mixes with it. “Ew, my panties feel gross now…”

“Mine too…”

I go back to cuddling her. “Uhnnn…Vanilla…you're warm.”

“The coldness of your wet panties is helping a little…”

“That’s why I wanted to cuddle.”

[10:26] [Alex] I wake up snuggled under a blanket. Chocola’s gone. My glasses, too. My hand is fixed. I register a burning between my legs and an extra weight on my chest. Wait…I’m female now?!

“That’s why I wanted to cuddle.”

My pussy feels like it’s burning. I am a ghost neko.

The blanket noiselessly falls through me. I crawl to the edge of the bed soundlessly. My tail reappears. I look down and freeze. Chocola is leaning against the bed with Vanilla in her lap. She’s hugging Vanilla with her face snuggled into the spot between Vanilla’s left shoulder and neck. Her ears are down and Vanilla is hugging her while stroking her hair. I lay down, head on my arms. I watch them, tail swishing.

[10:30] [Vanilla] I start shifting against Chocola’s mound. She opens. I rub faster. She starts moaning. “Uhnnn…Vanilla, quit it.”

[10:33] [Alex] The burning worsens. I realize I’m starting to glow a little.

[Vanilla] I keep going and start whimpering. A nonstop waterfall of my internal lubricant trickles out. After a few minutes, Chocola’s panties are covered in thick, creamy, milky white juice from my pussy. I realize that the puddle of pee is getting bigger. “Vanilla stop! It’s trickling out…my juices…”

She gives a massive shudder. “My panties feel so gross! Uhnnn…Vanilla-Ahhhh!”

She cries out as she explodes all over my pussy and her legs. The puddle reaches the door.

[10:41] [Alex] It crescendos in harmony with Chocola’s cry of pleasure. “Uhnnn…”

We all freeze. I stop breathing. They keep going. I breathe out a silent sigh of relief. Then, Vanilla cries out as she explodes. Even though she’s cumming, she keeps going. She completely soaks Chocola’s legs with her milk. She leans back, taking Chocola with her. She rolls them over, then starts rubbing her cum soaked panties all over Chocola’s stomach and boobs, still cumming. She cries out as she climaxes again. She lifts up and moves forward on her knees, still releasing floods of cum. She stops cumming and looks down. Chocola’s mouth is beneath her pussy. I start quietly whimpering.

Chocola makes the “hentai face.” Vanilla screams as she explodes a third time. Chocola grabs her upper legs and pulls her down so her pussy is against her mouth. The cum sprays all over her face. She tries to pull Chocola’s hands off of her, but she won’t let go. She pushes the bridge of her panties out of the way and starts gulping as her mouth fills and overflows with Vanilla’s cum. Chocola silently climaxes. Her cum sprays through her panties and soaks the side of the bed. Some of it flies up and lands on my left cheek. Vanilla screams as she climaxes a fourth and final time. Throughout this, my whimpers have been increasing in volume. They fall silent. But the burning is unbearable. I can’t help it anymore. “Uhnnn…!”

((⪎⪍) Tears stream down my face. I’m sobbing. They stiffen. Chocola peaks around Vanilla. Her eyes widen. “PERVERT!”

Vanilla slowly turns around. Her eyes widen and return to normal so fast I think I’ve imagined it. “Just how long have you been watching?” She says, voice wavering slightly.

It’s still getting worse. I’m glowing a little more now. “Since…just before Vanilla started shifting…the sound earlier…was me.”

Vanilla stands up and walks over to me. I look up, tears streaming like Niagara Falls. She raises her hand and turns so she can slap me as hard as possible. I start to feel feverish. My sobs are loud. Chocola is holding her ears flat against her head. I squeeze my eyes shut.

[11:01] [Vanilla] Just before I can bring my hand down on her exposed cheek, she lets out a wail that makes me fall to my knees. It keeps getting louder. I hold my ears down as tightly as possible, but it doesn’t do much. My eyes start streaming tears. Chocola is staring at Alex. Then, she pales. I look at Alex. She’s on her knees, holding her pussy. She’s glowing. She gets brighter as she gets louder. She’s sweating profusely. The room starts shaking. A glass cup on the nightstand floats up and explodes, showering Alex and the bed with broken glass. “Alex, I’m so-”

I start floating. One by one, all the non-breakable objects in the room start floating, including Chocola. The stuff on the dresser only floats about an inch. The bed, bedding, and furniture all stays. Alex starts floating, too. Her clothes start to turn white. She’s trying to look at me, but she’s unable to do so for long. Her clothes lose all color. Suddenly, silence. Chocola and I drop to the floor. We let go of our ears. Alex drops, landing on her feet on the bed. She’s flushed and soaked in sweat. She’s swaying. She reaches for me. She’s trying to look at me, but her eyes won’t focus. She stiffens, then falls backward and to the side, still holding her pussy. She lands in the broken glass. She’s no longer glowing, but her clothes are still white. Everything falls back where it was. “Alex!”

I run over and take her pulse from her wrist. The cum that was on her face is gone. I sigh. Chocola looks at me. “Is she…okay?”

“She’s breathing, and her pulse is steady.”

She’s breathing heavily. Her bangs are plastered to her forehead. When I go to brush them to the side, I yelp and snatch my hand away before I can touch her forehead. I cradle my fingers. I look at Chocola. “Chocola, a bucket of ice water and rags…Now!”

She dashes out. I hear her frantically banging around in the kitchen. She comes back with the bucket from the freezer’s ice maker—full of cold water from the sink—and some rags. She sets it on the floor next to me and goes to brush Alex’s hair off of her forehead. “Don’t! She’s burning up!”

She touches her forehead directly. She snatches her hand away to the side, so her bangs still get cleared away. “OW! Burning up is an understatement!”

“It explains what happened, though. Just not the floating-in-the-air part.”

“Judging from what people say about her being pissed off, it kinda does.”

I grab an ice cube and press it to her lips. She opens up and I drop it in. It quickly melts. She swallows. I dip a rag, fold it, and place it on her forehead. A few seconds later, it starts steaming and hissing. I scoop her up, despite the intense heat. I sit on the floor and pick the broken glass off her. Chocola dashes out with the ice bucket. About ten minutes later, she walks back in. “I filled the tub with cold water and the rest of the ice.”

Carefully, I stand up and carry her to the bathroom. Deciding that it would keep her cold while we change the water, I step into our ofuro and sit down without taking her clothes, or mine, off. The water is freezing. Alex, if you can hear me, I’m sorry…about everything…but especially this.

I feel her consciousness stir a little. I pinch her nose and cover her mouth. She seems to get what’s happening and squeezes her eyes shut tight. I dunk her, holding her there for about five seconds, then pull her back up and remove my hands. Cum streams off my clothes into the water. Blood leaks from a few small cuts on her arms, legs and back. She’s shivering. I feel her forehead. It’s starting to freeze. I try to stand up, but nothing happens. Faintly, I hear, Vanilla…it’s c-c-cold…it’s getting hard to think…

I can’t move!

I start to feel a warm sleepiness. Vanilla, no! Stay awake. Call Chocola!

In a small voice, I say “Choco…la…”

Alex thinks, CHOCOLA, HELP!

Alex slips back into her coma, and I look at the ceiling. As I drift off, I remember something Sora said a while back. Chocola had asked if there was a way to permanently kill a faerie inside Akihabara. Very few. Decapitation is certain death and hypothermia is another. However, we faeries have increased cold tolerances.

I close my eyes.

[11:36] [Chocola] Chocola, help.

I can tell she’s yelling, but it sounds like a whisper. I run to the bathroom. Both Alex and Vanilla’s lips are blue. I pull Alex out first, then Vanilla. Step one: remove from the cold environment.

I blush. I tug their shirts and bras off. Then, their skirts. I towel the exposed skin off. I run and grab two pairs of panties. I tug off Alex’s socks. I blush harder. I tug her panties off, then towel her and put a fresh pair on her. White, of course. I repeat with Vanilla, but give her pink panties. Step two: warm the victim.

Then, with a cloud of steam, both Alex and Vanilla’s clothes dry themselves. “Umm…okay then…”

I redress them, but leave Vanilla’s skirt off. I carry Alex to the bed, sweep all of the broken glass off, and lay her under the blanket. I get Vanilla, then put a fresh skirt on her before putting her in the bed. I turn the thermostat to 90, then strip down to my panties and bra and climb in bed with them. I scoot Alex and Vanilla to the middle of the bed, then lay on top, tucking the blanket under them. I hug them. As an afterthought, I feel Alex’s forehead. Icy. Vanilla’s is the same. At least she’s not burning up…

After half an hour, they’re no longer freezing. their lips are normal. Alex is still blushing a little. Poor Alex…Having to watch us while getting no relief herself…I wish I’d known before I called her a pervert…But I need to get out of bed…This heat is killing me.

The air is hot, but under the blanket, it’s an oven. I throw the blanket off the bed. I turn the thermostat back to 76. I look at Alex. Here we are again, you in a coma, and me taking care of you. Vanilla took care of us…now I’m taking care of her and Alex. Why is it always Alex who ends up comatose?

I reach out to touch Alex’s consciousness, but…something's off. I close my eyes and try again, focusing on the ever-present tug of familiarity and welcoming that her mentalscape gives off, expecting to see Alex’s dreamscape, or a memory, or Alex on a bed, but still wide awake, like people say they see when she’s deeply asleep. Instead, I see Alex passed out in a pitch-black void, sprawled on the floor like I was when I wet myself. Her presence is much weaker than usual. I walk over and pick her up. I carry her to my mentalscape and imagine a bed. I lay her in it, then tuck her in. So she’s actually comatose…Please Alex…I know you can pull through this!