Harem Scarum Ch 09

Foreword

: This is a sequel to

A Different Kind of Sex Toy

(series page)

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Harem Scarum

Chapter 9: In the Sweltering Bosom of the Night

Early Sunday Morning (August 6)

Cassie slowly rolled over on her air mattress, doing her best to minimize the squeaking caused by the movement. Tara mumbled sleepily but didn't wake up, much to the relief of the redhead. Rose and Brandi also stirred slightly on the other side of the tent, where they were sleeping back to back, but soon subsided again, breathing deeply and quietly. Cassandra pulled down the zipper and crept out into the hot, muggy August night air, sealing it behind her lest insects invade the tent.

Frogs and crickets provided such a raucous chorus of calls that Cassie was surprised any of them were able to sleep through it. Then again, perhaps it wasn't really as loud as it seemed, just unfamiliar to a girl used to the night sounds of a city. Shanice had cajoled and whined about staying, pointing out that the storm had already passed and there was no need to leave, until finally the other women had given in to her wishes. In fact, the weather seemed to have driven off all the other people who had been enjoying the lake, leaving the harem ladies alone there. They'd taken advantage of the solitude by laying Shanice out on one of the picnic tables and treating her like birthday cake, at Brandi's suggestion. Whipped cream, icing, and various other sweet treats were placed on the recumbent girl and then licked off, followed by more direct oral stimulation.

Cassandra had experienced first-hand the pleasure from Shan's new attribute: delving into the woman's cavernous depths with her long canine tongue had startled them both with the intensity of the sensations. Shanice had wailed and screamed in delirious lust, and Cassie herself had whined and wriggled, her tail wagging so fast it was a blur. Any part of her that came in contact with Shan's vaginal lips or walls felt almost as sensitive as her clit, and even the residue of the pseudo-bimbofied girl's lust caused a pleasant tingling sensation on the skin. It had been somewhat off-putting for Cassandra, driving herself to a climax primarily by rubbing her face against the girl's giant, meaty labia, almost as if she'd been trying to squeeze her whole head inside. Her embarrassment had at least been short-lived, once the other ladies had provided similar scenes of debasement.

There hadn't been any chance to discuss things with Tara, nor to use the device again, so Cassie had left it in her car. She was sure the charge would have rebuilt given that it was the middle of the night, and she hated to waste an opportunity to push another girl further into the harem. After retrieving the remote, she tip-toed over to the tent where the other five girls were sleeping. She couldn't see who she was aiming at, obviously, but it didn't really matter. Only Shanice was on a cool-down, so anyone who could be targeted was going to get a new random trait. Cassandra activated the device, and once it was locked on, chose to diversify, getting a little extra thrill of not knowing for sure which of the four ladies she was changing. She chuckled quietly when she saw the words, "LIBIDO- NOCTURNAL" displayed.

The target's lust will rise and fall with the sun. Their base level of arousal will be highest at midnight and lowest at the noon hour. The target can still get turned on by normal stimuli during the day, although the intensity will be somewhat muted, and at night, even things that ordinarily would not be arousing to the target might become sexually fascinating until the next sunrise. If the target is asleep at night, they can expect very vivid wet dreams at a minimum.

Almost as soon as she was done reading the description, Cassie's sensitive ears detected a squelching noise and soft whimpers. She stifled a laugh with her free hand, certain that she was hearing one of the girls masturbating in her sleep, assuming she

was

still asleep. Presumably it was whomever had just been zapped, and although it was hard to be certain, the quiet whispers and whimpers sounded like Nikita's voice. Cassandra dallied long enough to confirm her suspicion by checking the other traits, then crept back to her car to hide the device once again. Returning to her tent, she carefully lowered herself back to the mattress and accepted Tara's reflexive snuggle, trying to fall back to sleep despite her renewed arousal.

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Nikita squirmed and whined, feeling feverish. She'd woken from strange dreams of running through treetops and diving into a hole in the trunk, only to find her fingers busily and noisily playing with her pussy. "Fuck!" she hissed quietly, surprised at how turned on she felt after spending the better part of the day fucking or being fucked. Bright moonlight was being filtered through the tent canopy, and she needed to feel it on her skin.

Carefully extricating herself from the pile of naked women, Nikita opened the flap and sighed with satisfaction when the first direct moonbeam fell on her face. Pausing only to reseal the tent opening, she ambled around the campground aimlessly, simply enjoying the quiet arousal she felt, sensually running her hands up and down her generous curves, as if she were rubbing the moonlight into her skin. When she passed near the other tent, Nikki could hear a faint whisper and a rhythmic squeaking noise, which suggested at least one of the ladies inside wasn't entirely satisfied yet. She was briefly confused when a muffled thumping noise joined the mix of sounds, but had to stifle a giggle when she saw the tent wall bulging in time to the noise: Cassie's tail was wagging and hitting the side.

Thinking of tails made Nikita pause. Ordinarily, she hated the fact that she was cursed to become a squirrel hybrid if she happened to eat an almond (and why did the cafeteria insist on putting them in green beans?). But for some reason, under the alluring light of the moon, the idea of growing a tail and climbing in the trees was suddenly fascinating and compelling. Nikki tried to deny her urges, but the soft sounds of pleasure coming from the tent served to egg her on, and she moved silently toward the picnic table that was still scattered with the detritus of their sexy cake-game. She had to open several of the plastic containers before she found what she was looking for: chopped nuts. She wasn't sure who'd brought them, and she'd scrupulously avoided risking eating any of the mixture before, but she could clearly detect the faint aroma of the dreaded almonds when she brought it close to her face. After another long hesitation, she abruptly tossed back her head and dumped part of the contents into her mouth.

The effect was not instantaneous, but in less than a minute, Nikita was clutching her stomach as the transformation started. It wasn't painful in the traditional sense, but the physical sensations were uncomfortable and unsettling, and she wondered if she'd ever get used to them. Then she chided herself for even contemplating the idea of transforming often enough for it to become routine.

As usual, her giant fluffy tail was the first and most noticeable change, and she luxuriated in the feel of its soft gray fur. Her arms and legs shifted, making it more natural for her to stand and run quadrupedally, although she could move around on just her hind legs if she needed to. Mentally berating herself for falling into the conceit that she had four legs, Nikita indulged herself by stretching out for a run. For the first time that she could recall, bounding over the ground in her monstrous form was exhilarating rather than humiliating or terrifying. She leapt onto the trunk of a pine tree on the perimeter of the campsite and easily pulled herself into the lowest branches, dozens of feet off the ground.

Nikita amused herself for a while by dashing and jumping from tree to tree, putting her squirrelly body through its paces, and only stopped when leaping from one branch to another caused the latter to snap, nearly dumping her out of the tree. Although she had the agility and acrobatic finesse appropriate to her hybrid form, she was still a tall woman with a fairly thick and muscular build, and apparently too massive for some of the brittle pines. She avoided the thinner branches from that point on, and cavorted until she was sweating and panting hard from the exertion.

Finding a comfortable spot in the spindly pines proved too difficult, so Nikki eventually abandoned them in favor of a live oak with a widely spread canopy. She laid herself out on a thick branch, tail waving in the air, and sighed with happiness. She spent a little time gnawing on a stick she'd found, carefully removing the bark and leaving it smooth and covered with saliva. She didn't feel comfortable pleasuring herself with her clawed digits, but thought the makeshift dildo would be a fine implement. She chittered with laughter and then moaned with lust as she drove the limber wand into her wet depths.

Sunday Morning (August 6)

Cassandra woke up shortly after sunrise, as she found it very hard to sleep late while camping. Tara was also awake, cuddled in her arms and sleepily suckling on a teat. Brandi and Rose were already up and about, judging by the indistinct voices coming from outside the tent. With a heavy sigh, Cassie said, "I guess we may as well get up and get moving."

Tara spit out the nipple she was enjoying and replied, "Or, and hear me out, we could have some more sex. Surely you packed a strap-on? I think that's what I want for breakfast."

"You're insatiable and incorrigible!" Cassie said with a laugh. "I love you!" Tara blushed bright red at the words, and feeling a sudden stab of anxiety and embarrassment, the redhead quickly amended, "It! I love it! I love that you're that way!" Mentally berating herself for the absurd backpedal, which could only serve to make things more awkward, she grinned sheepishly and said, "Let me just go grab my toy bag from the car and I'll give you the best breakfast I can."

Tara, whose blush was fading blotchily, smiled in response but said nothing. Rolling them gently onto their sides, Cassandra scrambled off the air mattress and made her way out of the tent. Once free of the confinement, she took a few deep breaths and shook herself, trying to regain composure. As she started the short walk back to her car, Cassie took note of who else was up. Rose and Salalai were doing pushups nearby, apparently as some kind of competition. Bonnie and Brandi had cleared away their cake snacks from the table and were trying to light a fire to cook a hot breakfast. Bonnie needled the former co-captain about the bacon she was about to cook, which made the blonde reply, with some exasperation, "No, it's not cannibalism if I eat bacon, you twat!" Chuckling, Cassandra looked around but didn't see the others, and assumed they were still asleep, or maybe quietly fooling around, in the other tent.

Reaching her car, Cassie grabbed her toy bag, then, after a moment of hesitation, picked up the clutch with the remote as well. She confirmed that it had enough power to implement another third-level trait, so she aimed it at Rose, who was the closest person, and triggered the device. Just at that moment, Vivian's voice tickled her ear as she said, "Good morning, bitch!" and delivered a stinging slap to her ass. Cassandra yelped in shock, dropping the device and her bag of toys, which spilled onto the ground. "Ooh, someone looks like she's about to have some fun!" the curvy brat teased, jabbing at one of the plastic cocks with her toe.

Cassie growled with irritation and fought down an urge to bite the other girl. She contented herself with yelling instead, saying, "For fuck's sake, Viv, don't sneak up on people like that!"

Laughing, Vivian replied, "Hey, I wasn't sneaking! Even if you couldn't hear my footsteps on the grass, I'd have figured your dog ears would pick up my giant tits and ass clapping!" She bobbed up and down a few times for emphasis, making her breasts bounce and slap together, as well as her butt. Cassandra rolled her eyes but didn't otherwise dignify the remark with a response, bending down to pick up her toys instead. Not wanting to risk having to answer any questions about the device, she crammed it back into the clutch without checking the screen, which indicated that the target had been intensified after no user input was detected.

Significant indirect sexual contact with the target's genitals (i.e., fluid ingestion, prolonged staring, etc.) will induce a suggestive hypnotic state in most people, allowing the target to give subsidiary targets orders of a sexual nature, primarily limited by strongly held taboos or other health and safety concerns.

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Salalai eagerly wolfed down the bacon and eggs Bonnie gave her, not even batting an eye at the fact the Brandi was spread out on the table and acting as a serving tray for their breakfast. She didn't quite understand what the former co-captain found so sexy about food play, but wasn't about to kink-shame her for it. Feeling a little naughty, she made it a point to trace the pieces of her thick-cut bacon along the woman's crease, hoping to collect some of her leaking juices as a kind of condiment. It wasn't hugely effective in that regard, although it made Brandi oink encouragingly.

"About time you sluts arrived!" Vivian teased, throwing a wadded-up napkin at Cassie and Tara as they approached the table, both looking flushed and reeking of recent sex. "Luckily your food is on a hot plate and still warm!" the girl teased, tweaking Brandi's nipple and making her squeal piggishly.

"I love bacon," Tara said quietly in rejoinder, "But I was feeling in the mood for some sausage this morning!" The ladies all laughed at the petite girl's wit, but then looked around in confusion when she asked, "Where's Nikita? Still asleep?" After a few moments of consultation, they realized no one had seen her since the night before.

Starting to get worried, Salalai took charge and said, "Let's holler and see if she answers. If not, we'll divide up and look for her." The girls wandered to the edges of the campground, yelling loudly, while Tara dashed off to the composting toilet just in case.

A minute or so later, Cassandra called out, "She's over this way!" Although there had been no audible response to their calls, they trusted that the redhead knew what she was talking about, and they rushed off to follow her. Sally noted that the dog-girl would move in one direction, then veer off at an angle to her original path, and wondered if she was actually tracking Nikita by scent. Before she had an answer to that question, though, she heard faint yells for help in the distance, and broke out into a flat run. Cassie and Rose arrived first, with Vivian and Shanice close behind. Salalai was surprised to find all four of them literally rolling on the ground with laughter, but when she glanced up at the old oak tree in the glade she understood, and nearly fell to the ground to join them.

Nikita was dangling from a branch, with probably ten to twelve feet between the ground and her lower extremities. That was slightly comical, despite the potential that she could hurt herself if her arms gave out. The part that was giving the girls fits, however, was the smooth stick projecting from the woman's sex, still shiny from recent use. Salalai couldn't understand why Nikki would have climbed a tree to masturbate with a branch when there were plenty of girls in the camp who'd have happily licked or fucked her to completion, but decided not to ask. After all, as she reminded herself, she didn't want to kink-shame anyone.

"Stop fucking around and help me outta this tree, you cunts!" Nikita yelled, trying to sound angry, but she seemed to be out of breath from the struggle to hold on, so her voice mostly conveyed fatigue and anxiety.

Salalai laughed once more and called out, "Hang in there, slut!" Looking at the girls on the ground, she said, "C'mon, let's try to catch her, unless one of you has a better idea." She was slightly confused at the hungry looks on the faces of the four prone girls, who were all staring up at her crotch rather than her face. Ordinarily that was flattering, but at the moment it was a little worrisome. After she adjusted her stance to close her legs a bit, though, the others shook off their apparent trance and responded as if nothing unusual had happened.

They moved under Nikita in case her grip finally failed, but couldn't convince her to let go. They were still arguing when the last three girls arrived, and after some arguments, they settled on a plan. Cassie, Rose, Salalai and Brandi, as the tallest and strongest girls, boosted Shanice and Vivian onto their shoulders. Bracing themselves against the tree trunk, Bonnie and Tara them clambered onto the shoulders of the uplifted ladies. The quartet on the bottom staggered closer to where Nikita was hanging, grunting with the effort, then straightened up as best they could. The outstretched arms of the girls on top were just long enough to reach Nikki's legs, which finally convinced her to let go. The added weight was too much, however, and the whole group collapsed in slow motion as their legs gave out.

Luckily, no one was hurt worse than a few scrapes and bruises from the landing. Whether by luck or quick thinking, Tara had grabbed the protruding end of Nikita's makeshift dildo on the way down, pulling it free as they tumbled, and sparing potential injuries thereby. Once everyone was certain that nobody was seriously harmed, apart perhaps from their dignities, the laughter started again, and it took quite some time for it to die down.

Sunday Mid-Day (August 6)

The tents were struck and packed, all the litter had been cleaned up, and the site was in as good a condition as they'd found it, possibly even better. A few new cars had arrived, and though they could have gotten away with more sexy shenanigans, the whole harem was feeling rather satisfied for the moment, so they limited themselves to a little teasing and groping, although in combination with their nudity, they were still attracting some slightly disapproving looks from the new campers.

Salalai, Shanice, and Nikita had already departed in one vehicle, while Brandi, Bonnie, Vivian, and Rose were almost ready to leave as well, once the latter woman returned from the toilets. Tara was snoozing in the passenger seat of Cassie's car, her breathing suggesting that she was taking an unexpected nap. The situation was ideal for reconnaissance, so Cassandra dug out the device once again. Shielding it with her body just in case, she pointed it toward Rose just as she was emerging from the outhouse. "Let's see what you got!" she muttered, bringing up the woman's profile.

Cassie frowned in confusion when she saw that Rose still only had the two traits she was familiar with. She reflexively shook the device, as if that would somehow jar the information loose, then quietly cursed at her silliness. She tried a second time, just in case, as Rose was climbing into the back seat of the other car, but with the same lack of success. Scowling, she stored the remote back in her clutch and started following her friends home, pondering the mystery obsessively.

It wasn't until they passed Salalai's car on the way home, who had apparently needed to stop for gas, that Cassandra suddenly realized what had likely happened. "Sally was right next to Rose when I tried to zap her. What if I accidentally hit her instead?" Cassie thought to herself.