2.33 – Paint

Some lewdness

"Make us snacks!"

Anemone demanded again, now having finished the most awkward dinner of Maple's life. Emma was as unfazed as Anemone, but Maple had taken significant psychic damage. Poor Leon appeared to be a hardened veteran when it came to such things. He answered while collecting all the dishes.

"How about I whip up a batch of my famous candied nuts?"

"Yess! You're gonna love his nuts."

"Yeah?"

Anemone nodded, eyes wide with excitement.

"They're the best. If my dumb brother is good for one thing, it's cooking."

Emma waggled a finger at the rude half-elf, then wrote on her chalkboard, holding it up for Leon to read when she was done.

Thank you for the meal. It was very delicious.

Emma slapped her belly, looking satisfied, and Maple said her thanks too. Leon answered while carrying dishes to the kitchen.

"You're very welcome. It's nice cooking for those who appreciate it."

"I appreciate it. I said you were good at it."

Anemone protested and got no response. Emma received a half-pout from her before she switched beats entirely.

"So, why are you here so late? We already did it today, didn't we?"

She said it with what sounded like genuine confusion that they might do it twice in a day. The complete lack of expectation that they'd be there for anything else made Maple feel a tinge of guilt, but what else did one get up to at nearly midnight?

"Well, if once was enough for you, then we could come back some other time."

"Of course not! You have to stay the whole night if that's how it is. I have a thing tomorrow, but it's in the evening so it should be fine. Come on."

Anemone waved an arm and led them up the stairs. Maple, in all honesty, did not hold high expectations for the state of Anemone's room, but found it to be surprisingly clean.

There was the obligatory chair dedicated to half-clean clothing, some mild clutter on the shelves and dresser, but overall it wasn't bad. Their own room was in a worse state with the jugs of milk they had to sell soon™ taking up most of the floor space.

One shelf in the room that caught Maple's eye held a variety of trinkets. Leather-bound books, candles, a mortar and pestle, various crystals, the skull of some small animal...

"My witch stuff."

Anemone noticed her staring at it. Her body language seemed to welcome their perusal, so Maple did, politely, without touching any of the objects. Emma joined her, and while they were distracted with that, Anemone removed her clothes and jumped onto the bed. Maple turned to find her entirely nude and shameless.

"Witch, and not [Witch]?"

"Yeah. I'm not a 'real' one."

She said it dismissively, and Maple decided there were better things to focus on. So did Emma, waving around her paints for Anemone to see and giving Maple the side-eye, indicating she should explain.

"So, we're actually here with a particular plan. Em had this idea to paint you with her body paints—"

"I'm in!"

"—like clothes or something, and then—"

"I'm in!"

"—we take you outside, and you're naked, technically, but you have the paint on."

"I'm in—wait, that's...Do you think I'm ready for that?"

Anemone brought a hand low and casually rubbed herself. She did it idly, but Maple watched, unable to focus her eyes on anything else. What lay before her was their blank canvas.

And, she wasn't sure she should think this way, but also—her meal. She wanted to get her off and release the delicious energy locked within. Everything else was the seasoning, optional, and she was still nervous about actually doing their plan.

"Uh. Are you? It is pretty risky, so if you don't want to it's totally cool."

"No, I want to. Let's do it. Hehehe."

An almost manic laugh came from her. Maple held a hand out for a brush, but Emma slipped beneath her shirt first. She pulled it off in what would have been one smooth motion, but it snagged gently on a wing.

The bumps beneath her shirt had gone unnoticed, and Maple had nearly forgotten they were there herself. She cleared her throat, feeling oddly exposed.

"I'm growing wings now, by the way."

It was the first time showing her wings to anyone besides Emma and Sasha, and they'd been bloody then. Now they were a pristine, somewhat off-white, and still looked rather silly from being so small. Anemone's face revealed only mild interest.

"Oh, cool. I thought you were human?"

"Uh, half."

Anemone nodded in that slow way which showed she totally wanted to hear all about Maple's family tree. One encountered every type of creature in Syber, and wings, thankfully, just weren't that noteworthy.

Maple grabbed a brush and joined Anemone and Emma on the bed. She grabbed the green paint to start with, matching the half-elf's emerald hair. Anemone squirmed as Maple ran the brush down her thigh.

"It tickles."

Emma went right for a nipple with her brush. Maple joined in on the other one.

"Yeah? Does this tickle too? No cumming until we're outside though."

A tiny moan escaped from Anemone. Teasing her was so much fun, especially with Emma there. Maple shared a glance with her and saw the feeling was mutual.

Her blue cutie. Maple paused from painting Anemone and used her brush to tickle Emma's nose. The paint didn't stick, but it had the intended effect of making Emma's face light up in silent laughter.

Then, she counter-attacked. Emma extended her brush toward Maple's face, leaving behind a wet blob of blue paint on her nose. Maple exclaimed, laughing.

"No fair!"

Emma made an 'oops' gesture, and attacked again. This time she left behind a longer stroke on Maple's cheek. Anemone, seeing things had devolved past the point of pleasuring her, sat up.

"Hey, give me one too."

Then it was their turn to gang up against Maple. Emma 'pinned' her using her body while Maple pretended to struggle. The brush strokes tickled, but also felt good. Her pants were yoinked by Emma and the pleasure continued.

They teased her with dry brushes—besides a lingering amount of blue paint. Anemone finally reached for a bottle, but Emma stopped her.

Let's paint her like a bee.

"A bee? Okay, but can we paint her wings?"

Maple blushed slightly as Anemone examined her canvas in full. Emma nodded fractionally, waiting for Maple's answer.

"Um, should be fine? I wonder if feather dye is a thing. That could be cool, huh?"

"It is. Wanna make each feather a different color?"

She asked Emma, who nodded, and Maple resigned to being made into a bee with colorful feathers.

"But I'm not getting naked outside, that's just you—"

A brush running down a feather made her cut off suddenly. She felt it. A sensation more erotic than even her most sensitive human parts. She tried not to show it.

"W-wow, uh, they're still more sensitive than I thought. Maybe let's not paint them, actually. I just got them, so..."

The words came out shaky and unnatural. Anemone stopped, but Emma must have sensed some of what Maple felt.

Feels good?

"No..."

The lie heated Maple's face. Anemone poked a feather inquisitively, and slowly ran her finger down it.

"Do feathers even have nerves?"

"Mine do, apparently—"

The finger came back up, gently parting each barb before letting it flick back into place. The sensation was amazing. Better than her other parts. How confusing a feeling.

No longer fully human.

These were no innocent bird's wings, but an erogel's. An urge to cover them formed in the back of her mind for later. They were naughty parts made for pleasure, not something to flaunt publicly like some exhibitionist seeking a cheap thrill.

Maple closed her eyes and leaned back, gently coaxing them to continue. She let out an occasional pleasure-filled sound and drew near to cumming. From her wings.

Just before she could reach that release, Anemone stopped with a pout.

"If I can't cum then neither can you!"

Her voice was so loud. Maple sighed and sat up on the bed. She grabbed a brush and bottle of paint.

"Fine, let's hurry up before it's too late."

They painted with fervor. Maple, a black and yellow bee with feathered wings in an assortment of colors. And Anemone, with green 'shorts' and a blue 'shirt'. There were little doodles too, like the blue heart on Maple's bum.

"Is that good? Let's go!"

Anemone twisted in front the full height mirror against the wall. The 'clothes' weren't very convincing at all. Her nipples were quite obvious, the curves of her butt and hips on full display, but she was technically covered. Maple nodded.

"Looks good, uh, good enough. Let me just put my clothes back on."

Anemone's paint might fool someone in the dark, at least. From a good distance away.

But that risk and thrill was the entire point of it, as Maple understood these things. Admittedly, part of her didn't understand. They were about to do something insane. Anemone was. Maple hastily put her clothes back on, skipping the underwear.

Anemone bounced impatiently from foot to foot at the door, naked save for the paint and some shoes she'd thrown on. Was she just going to walk past her brother-in-law like that?

Apparently so. She took off down the stairs as soon as Maple finally finished getting ready. Emma followed her with a grin and Maple slapped her butt as she passed. She had her sexy form on, her features exaggerated and blown-up even more than usual.

"Bubble butt."

Maple smiled. She was the last one out of the room, heart fluttering with nerves, but just horny enough to ignore any trepidation. She hadn't quite made it all the way down the stairs when Leon called out.

"You're just in time for the—nuts..."

He choked on his words and trailed off, plastering a forced smile onto his face. In his hand was a paper cone full of candied nuts, the sweet aroma of which filled the downstairs.

"Pervert! Don't look, stupid brother!"

Anemone shouted merrily and continued to the front door without stopping. She opened it, then slammed it behind her. A wild and naked Anemone now on the loose in the city.

She had to have felt some embarrassment. Maple's own face was bright red, on Anemone's behalf, and because of the responsibility she shared in the situation becoming what it had. She felt like apologizing to Leon.

Emma raised her arms in delight and hurried over to grab Leon's nuts. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as thanks, and then hurried to the door. Leon stared straight ahead, professional smile still on his face.

"You're welcome. I hope you enjoy them."

Maple blinked a few times, trying to get over her own shock and shame. Her head stayed down while she fast-walked to the door. Leon called out, more than a tinge of worry in his voice.

"Look out for her. Please."