The Club, The Day After Ikonik's Concert

A lukewarm sensation squeezed itself from Sparkle Specialist's divine cheeks, freeing itself from the damp whereabouts of its creation place, fulfilling the last seconds of its short, pleasurable lifespan. As it escaped the bounds of Sparkle's gentle mouth, another sensation began to form in the very confines of its predecessor. Fumes as light and rosy as Brite Bomber's smile slowly traversed up and into the air, slowly repeating itself every few seconds. Around her, the dance floor slowed, the lights glared curiously, and the music had reached an indescribable level of divinity. The powerful, dominant vibrations of the speakers lulled themselves into a restful state comparable to the winds made by a hummingbird. Just as the feeling had begun, it had ended. And it would begin again, for as long as Sparkle Specialist wanted.

Just as her last breath finished, the world swung back from its bewildering haze, and entered a strange period of zen. The music stopped, the chatter ceased, and people cleared the dance floor, the silence alarming.

In the midst of the silence, Sparkle Specialist leaned to her right and lightly whispered to Disco Diva. "Ikonik's kinda cute."

Several murmurs rocked through the crowd like an epidemic of sound, but it quickly cleared up as Sparkle walked onto the empty dance floor.

"C'mon! Let's make this boy feel welcome!" She exclaimed, breaking the ice of silence.

And with her grand notation, DJ Yonder started up the music, the dance floor lit up brighter than ever before, and slowly, the chatter became louder to its norm. Couples began making their way back on the dance floor, sexual or seductive, their moves returned the Club to its norm.

Ikonik was overwhelmed by the Club's vibrancy, the lights and sounds were beyond expectations. Stacks of speakers laced the walls beside the DJ, with a compelling feeling of hype being emitted from DJ Yonder's stationary facial expression. Everyone in the Club had smiles larger than the size of Carbide's ego, which in other words, was impossibly large. The Dance floor glowed like the stars among the sky, with the meteor being...Sparkle Specialist.

The girl's light grip was comforting like a mother to a newborn; her smile was golden, and lit up Ikonik's spirit like wildfire. Her camisole was decorated with unique tiles that reflected countless colours, her breasts, to Ikonik, kind of like little disco balls. But he shouldn't've been staring there anyways. As he observed Sparkle's appearance, he could sense her smile. Ikonik wasn't going to lie to himself, but, he'd never seen anyone so colourful, so cheerful, so sparkly.

"Say," Sparkle interrupted his surprising period of zen within the Club. "Right now...it's not really the best time to y'know, get to know each other. Would you mind staying after everybody else leaves?" She added a wink. Ikonik had no idea what she was hinting towards. "Uhh, sure! It'll be a blank slate!"

"Sure."

The rest of the night passed quickly, with Ikonik wandering around the Club and 'learning' about different 'lifestyles'. To put it simply, he was a curious child inside a young adult's body. The boy would go around asking questions, taking shots, getting laughed at, and given the occasional glare. As the hours ticked by, the Club began to empty, and eventually, at 12:00, the most drunk of the partiers were shunned away. Ikonik peered around the eerily empty club, looking for the nice girl that talked to him earlier. "Hello?" He called out amongst the dull music.

"Hi~!" Sparkle Specialist exclaimed, making Ikonik flinch.

"H-Hey there. How you're doing?" That was a corny intro.

"Great! I'm doing even better when I saw you!"

Ikonik was suddenly taken back by Sparkle performing the Kiss Kiss emote. Struggling to find words, he managed to muster out an "Uh—wow, thanks!". He tried to think of something positive to throw back. "Also, your outfit looks great! Did you make it yourself?"

"Yes, thank you very much." She grinned smugly.

"You're welcome cutie!" Why did he have to say that? He gulped nervously, hiding his embarrassed expression behind his mask.

Sparkle was on even ground as well, nervous in front of the '1,000,000 vBuck' skin. She shook her thoughts out of her head. It was about time. Inching closer, she pressed herself against Ikonik, doing what she did to...many people to say the least.

"W-what are you doing?" His eyes widened to a rather scared tone, but he did not dare resist. He was her guest, after all.

"Shhh…."

Still pressing against him, Sparkle laid a finger against her lips, gesturing towards Ikonik shushing. He nodded, looking around nervously. The girl kept on inching closer towards him, Ikonik beginning to feel her light breaths. Ikonik couldn't help but stare into her colourful...cheery...lustful eyes. No. He backed away in vain, hitting a pillar behind him around the same size as himself.

"Uhh…"

"Shh….." Sparkle pressed harder against Ikonik, nose-to-nose. His heavy, nervous breaths made her smile, as she reached downwards. Her hand hungrily reached deep into Ikonik's trousers, basking in his warmth. Slowly, she began to stroke his growing cock, grinning into his eyes. Several minutes passed, Sparkle still stroking. It was quite...girthy, a little more than 7 inches, in fact.

The girl stopped. Ikonik looked into her eyes for a moment. "I—"

"This...is a welcoming gift to our beloved Island." She said, winking.

Ikonik was at a loss for words. Yeah sure, he was going to have a concert soon, but wasn't Sparkles also a talented performer as well? Everyone seemed to think so highly of her for something. Dancing? Singing? THIS? He wasn't the type of guy to do this. He was popular. He was just a kid doing his thing. Yeah, sure, he needed to relax after a night full of loud music but…

Before Ikonik could contest in any way, he staggered into the pillar, feeling sudden warmth behind his cock. A staggery breath escaped his mouth.

"J-jesus…" He winced.

"Mmm…" Sparkle Specialist moaned happily.

The moment Sparkles thrusted her mouth onto Ikonik's unsuspecting, innocent, virgin cock, her saliva instantly spread over it with glee. Her beautiful eyes were squeezed tight full of flavour, something that'd never happened to the girl in all the 'fun' nights she'd had. Normally, such acts would be a chore. This...was a treat.

"Ohhhh...SHIT!"

Sparkles took a breather. "It's only been two minutes. Come on. You can do better. You wouldn't want it to end so soon…" A wry smile came across her face before finishing the sentence. Right on cue, a drop of precum landed on Sparkle Specialist's arm. It was quite...satisfactory, to say the least. "...now would you?"

Ikonik let out a frustrated grunt. Sparkle Specialist's teasing was getting annoying. Despite there being nobody in the Club, he still felt humiliated. Sparkles was trying to establish dominance; he knew it.

The Club, 1 hour and 30 minutes earlier...

Ikonik shuffled between Blue Squire and Moniker, feeling squished in front of the bartender. He just wanted to order, but most people were either drunk, or douchebags. Moniker gave him a threatening gaze, and didn't dare bother to budge. Ikonik let out a sigh, but his spirit was conveniently lifted once more. Blue Squire nodded silently, and moved away to take his order.

"Just a slurp."

"As usual." The bartender chuckled, and handed the squire his drink, pulling in 15 vBucks. "And you, boy?" He gestured towards Ikonik.

"Oh! No, he—"

"I'm ordering." Moniker grumbled, disdainfully requesting another shot. "Not a little squat like you."

Ikonik ignored the comment, and patiently awaited for his turn. He had something to prove. The bartender hesitantly served Moniker, like a concerned father paying to a gang of thugs for 'protection' from their own glass breaking. When the time came for Ikonik to order, he gleefully ordered a compact chug jug, sliding a nice 100 vBucks over the counter, grinning satirically towards Moniker.

Moniker pinned him to a wall, moving a couple away. "Oy. You tryin' to flex here?"

"Here we go again…" Sparkles said under a sigh, rolling her eyes. "Let's see if Ikonik's the guy everyone says he is."

A faint chuckle escaped Ikonik's mask, adding fuel to Moniker's rage engine. The man threw a punch at his face, barely leaving a bruise.

"That's all? Oh sorry, I shouldn't've expected much for a guy with a name that is the word for a name 'cause their parents abandoned them."

Ikonik spun around, giving Moniker a much-enjoyed crescent kick.

—FLASHBACK TO BE COMPLETED

If Sparkle Specialist's sex was a gift, then Ikonik'd better use the receipt. It was about time he did. Gripping the girl's unsuspecting head and started shoving his cock down her throat like he'd never reach his climax. Of course, his cock responded by happily spewing out drops of semen, the gap between each drop getting shorter by the minute.

Several minutes passed. Sparkles's mouth began to ache. Slobber had smeared her lips, filled her mouth, and had wet her camisole. Almost all of the pleasure had been, quite literally, sucked out of her; the blowjob was beginning to be a burden. Nevertheless, she dared not falter.

—TO BE COMPLETED