2.12 – Nutter

Lewd chapter. Exhibitionism, spanking. Daydreamed exhibitionism inside of a fictional story, but one does cum and hide it while sitting on a bench in a public square (no one notices). One of them accidentally wets herself at the end (that's as detailed as it gets).

Maple headed off toward the dirt seller. Alone, now. She almost breathed a sigh of relief at that. How many hours did it take to buy a pot? Remind her to never go shopping with Emma again.

Not really. She'd just been a little cranky and not mentally prepared for it to take that long. She would expect it next time, and it hadn't been that bad. It was great that Emma got the pot she wanted—and at a real steal. Maple cared about both the plant and Emma, and really planned on getting the best dirt.

She got to the plaza the shop was near. There were benches, carts selling things, even a fountain, and—was that Anemone? Bright green wasn't a common hair color, so Maple looked twice and saw that it was her indeed.

What a coincidence. She hadn't seen her since the Cum Race, and now she could see what she'd wanted while she was away, and just catch up in general; she was a potential friend.

Anemone was sitting on a bench with her back nearly turned to Maple, and Maple squinted at her before taking a step. Anemone's eyes were closed, but her face was scrunched up with some kind of focus. She was smiling—or, smirking?

What was she doing? Maple watched from afar for a minute until Anemone trembled slightly, and a cloud of prana burst out of her. As if—

As if she'd just had an orgasm?

Anemone opened her eyes, made her face neutral, and glanced around her. She didn't spot Maple, and after a few breaths, she closed her eyes again. Maple went and sat next to her.

"Anemone? Um...what are you doing?"

"What, I'm not doing any—ah, ancestors. You scared me. Maple! You're back!"

Anemone jumped with panic, but then her face turned excited. She hugged Maple with one arm, and Maple awkwardly returned it. They didn't know each other that well. They'd only had sex onstage with a live audience that one time—

"Yeah, I'm back. Sasha said you came by while I was gone?"

"I got a new class I wanted to tell you about! It's amazing."

"Oh yeah?"

Anemone sounded so excited about it, and Maple noticed her eyes were glossy. She'd definitely came just a minute ago—right there in public, sitting on a bench. Maple suspected this new class was to blame.

"You remember the C—that race we were in?"

"...How could I forget?"

"Well, ever since then...I couldn't stop thinking about it, right—because it'd been so much fun. After several days of this, I got the [Daydreamer] class. And then, watch this..."

Anemone intertwined her fingers with Maple's and whispered a Skill into her ear.

"[Lewd Daydream]."

Reality split into two—or no, she was inside of a daydream. It was similar to a lucid dream in vividness, but she was still aware of her body in a diminished way. Maple copied Anemone and closed her eyes to make it easier to focus.

The world looked the same inside the daydream. They sat on the bench in the plaza, and there were even simulated people walking by. But Maple felt a lot more skin against her and looked over. She spoke inside the daydream.

"Uh, what, why are you naked? You're in pub—"

"It has to be lewd to work. And come on, you do it too. It's just a daydream."

Anemone made Maple's clothes vanish in an instant, in the same way they'd once done in Sasha's lucid dream.

"What the heck, you can't just—"

Anemone was already touching herself. She smirked at Maple. Maple covered herself with her arms, and then made her clothes return. She scooted a foot away from the pervert, and Anemone kept going at it. She seemed to like that Maple was watching.

And she did watch, just a bit, as her face heated up in both the daydream and reality. It was so sudden, but Anemone's nipples were hard little pebbles, and she fingered herself in a way that emphasized the sounds coming out of her.

A hot and wet, horny half-elf was right next to Maple—but she was doing this in public! Even if it was just a daydream. Maple steeled herself.

"You can't just do that here. What are you thinking?"

"It's not like anyone can see me, and it's—mm—not real. You sure you don't want to join in? I can make the people passing by watch if you want."

"Why would I want that?"

Maple glanced at said people. They weren't real, but—jeez. Something inside of Anemone had really awoken from that Cum Race. Broken, even. Had that been Maple's fault? She'd been the one to say she had an exhibitionism fetish, and then had Emma act on that. Maple would take responsibility, as a concerned friend.

"And no, it's still wrong. You shouldn't be doing this. You're going to get into trouble."

"Lame. Come on, try it at least."

Anemone removed Maple's clothes again. Maple focused and had to clash her willpower against Anemone's to get them back. Anemone eventually gave up, and Maple shook her head.

"You little pervert, stop that. Jeez."

What was she even supposed to do in this scenario? Oh! She'd phone a friend.

"Theraaaa, there's this weird half-elf I kinda know, and she's masturbating next to me inside of a [Lewd Daydream], and she keeps removing my clothes and trying to get me to join, and she's doing this in public! What do I do?"

She sent the full context with that run-on sentence so that Thera had a good idea of exactly what was going on. Even so.

"What in nine hells have you gotten yourself into this time? How? Before I'd met you, I'd never even..."

"Don't ask me, she's the one who's doing it! What am I supposed to do? I can't just leave her like this, right?"

Their shared mental space was quiet for a bit, and Anemone moaned next to her to get her attention. Her mouth opened in an erotic gasp when Maple looked at her. She seemed to be enjoying herself. Maple licked her lips. Thera better have a good idea quick.

"Well, if it were you provoking me...have you considered spanking her? You know, put her in her place for being such a naughty—"

"What the heck, are you serious? Wait, are you serious? That might be fun—no, I mean. No, should I? Would that work?"

"I don't know, try it and tell me how it goes?"

Maple bit her lip and examined her—patient? She had to correct this behavior, right? Before it went too far. Right. It made sense.

"Listen, you. You need to stop, and if you remove my clothes one more time then you're really going to reg—"

Anemone made Maple's clothes disappear, and openly stared at her body with such a slutty look on her face—Maple grabbed her ear and didn't bother forming her clothes again.

"Alright, that's it. Bend over my lap."

"What are you going to—ow. Okay, I'm going."

The daydream wasn't as vivid as one of Sasha's lucid dreams, but it still felt almost like reality. Now, she felt Anemone's stomach against her thighs, the underside of her boobs pressing against one.

Anemone spread her legs apart automatically once she was in position, and Maple put a hand on her butt. She squeezed gently, getting a nice feel, because—well, why wouldn't she? It didn't seem like Anemone was sure what was coming next.

"You're being very naughty right now, and this is for your own good."

"What's for my own—ah!"

Maple spanked her. The first one was light, testing. Anemone turned her head to try and look at Maple—she really did seem surprised! But Maple didn't relent. She spanked her again, harder.

"Ow—stop it, what are you doing? No wait. Don't stop."

Anemone moved a hand underneath herself to continue touching herself. She was so wet, she was such a naughty pervert—Maple spanked her again, and got a moan in response. Usually it was her in Anemone's position. This was nice, too. She sent a thought to Thera, with a mental snapshot of current events.

"I don't think this is helping matters."

"Looks fun. Wish I were there."

"We can play tonight."

Maple wasn't much better, was she? She had a single moment of self reflection, and then groped Anemone with her other hand. She kneaded her breast and nipple, and then spanked her again. Anemone was already close, and Maple had let her touch herself.

"Maple, I'm going to—mm—"

"Nope. You're not allowed to. This is your punishment."

Maple quickly changed the daydream so that Anemone's arms were behind her back, and handcuffed. She looked back toward Maple, in shock again, and Maple spanked her. Both cheeks had a red glow to them.

"No, I can break these cuffs—"

"You can't break those cuffs."

Belief played a large part in how much control one person had over the other inside of a shared mental space like this, and Maple figured she had more experience with that than Anemone.

"Hnnnghhh—"

Anemone struggled against the handcuffs. Maple had one more trick to try, just in case, and sent a thought to Thera with a visualization of what she needed.

"Quick, lend me some of your infinite willpower."

"Uh, okay. Will that even work?"

She wasn't sure that it would, but Anemone squirmed fruitlessly in Maple's lap, unable to break or remove the handcuffs. Maple laughed. She had complete control over her, and slapped her butt again.

"Hahaha, see? You're powerless here. If you apologize, then maybe I'll get you off."

"I'm sorry—let me cum, please."

Maple spread her open with her thumb, and stroked teasingly. She was really getting into it.

"What are you sorry for? You need to learn your lesson."

"For...for being a naughty pervert?"

"For being such a naughty slut, right here in front of everyone. Say it and apologize to them."

Maple made some of the daydream bystanders come over and stare at Anemone disapprovingly. They frowned and shook their heads at her. Anemone stared back at them, eyes wide, and squirmed against Maple, trying to get her to touch her. Maple pinched one of her nipples and spanked her repeatedly until she cried out.

"Ahh—I'm sorry for being such a naughty slut and doing this right here in front of everyone. I'm such a perverted naughty slut—please, I'm sorry everyone."

"Good girl."

Maple pet her head and let her other hand rest on her bare bottom. She gave her a moment to catch her breath, and stroked a thumb down to her clit. She pulled the hood back, and waited there.

"I guess I can reward you now. What was it you wanted me to do?"

"Maple, please. I want to cum, not—not be teased like this."

"That's too bad. You should have considered that before being such a pervert, huh? Tell me what you want exactly. Beg for it."

"I want you to touch my clit, and—finger me. Play with my nipples, too. I'm begging you to make me cum."

What was this sensation going through Maple? She felt powerful—in control. Aroused, yes. Anemone was literally begging her to please her. Maple slowly circled her clit with her thumb. Her other hand ran her fingers through Anemone's hair.

"Wow, so many requests. And what, just right here in front of everyone, like some kind of pervert?"

"Y-yes. Finger me and make me cum right here in front of everyone. Because I'm a slutty pervert, please."

Anemone squirmed and shuddered against Maple's hand. She became more excited from Maple mentioning the fake people watching. Maple spread her open with two fingers, and then slipped one in. She pushed it in all the way to her knuckle.

"Wow, you're so wet from this. Is your horny pussy enjoying it that much?"

"Yes, I love it, please touch me more. My horny pussy is—mm—"

Anemone desperately rocked her hips back and forth and squeezed around Maple's finger. Maple pushed the other one in and immediately fingered her hard and fast while her thumb played with her clit. She moved her other hand back to her breasts and pulled on her stiff nipples.

"Fine, cum for me then, you little—"

"Ohhnnnmm—I'm cumming already, and everyone is watching—oh no."

Maple quickly activated [Telepathic Orgasms]—she wanted to feel this one. Anemone had been getting off to all of it. The onlookers, the punishment Maple doled out, even the fact it was Maple specifically seemed to be a source of pleasure for her.

Anemone's wet pussy squirted and made a mess all over Maple's hand. That was the last thing Maple felt there before the daydream ended and she found herself back in reality. Anemone shook against her, and was having trouble hiding her orgasm. Maple looked around worriedly, face burning up.

No one seemed to be looking at them, luckily, but Anemone's problem became clear when Maple looked down. Anemone's pants were damp. She'd lost control and wet herself. She tried to hide it with her hands, still panting, her orgasm hardly over. She looked at Maple and stood up.

"Uh—I've gotta go! Let's do this again sometime!"

She ran off.