Twelve.
There's a moan in the back closet, and Zelda seems to retch and understand her own plight.
Eleven.
The mushrooms flow endlessly, and with some hesitation, Samus takes one and sees a vision of Zelda in a Garden of Eden.
Ten.
Peach is sipping tea and trying to ignore the moans and screams of the girls next door; she's disappointed that she can't join, that she will never be touched like that.
Nine.
Samus's fingers feel like the delicate plumes of a dove's wings, until they sink into her flesh, and with a new scream, she sees what her dominatrix really is.
Eight.
Marth throws up when he walks in on them, lips entwined, fingers where they are not supposed to be and Samus happily flips him off with a cunt stained finger.
Seven.
It's more of a rest day as Zelda leans on a window pane to pay attention to the drifting snow outside, arms crossed over her chest, perched in a leather recliner in the expansive library, "Christmas is almost here," she tells a Samus who is sprawled seductively on the floor.
Six.
"I want you to stop," Zelda is serious; Samus just sneers at her, and wants to back hand her and take a bite out of her 'special' brownies.
Five.
She takes another bite out of her mushroom, (the satisfaction is so grand) only to see Zelda being cast out of her Garden of Eden; "I'm sorry," she tells the confines of her dark room.
Four.
Samus knows the perfect gift.
Three.
It's the Eve of Christmas and Samus is preparing to go out; Zelda pesters about where she is going, but all Samus can say is to look under the Christmas tree.
Two.
Zelda is excited that Samus actually got her something, so with harsh disdain, she forces herself to wait; however, Samus never came home.
One.
She opens the present the next morning, only to find a ticket for Samus's rehab; she cries over them when the police department calls.
Zero.
(happy new year)
The whole college was a buzzed when the story came out; prominent student is killed during a drug shootout, trafficking in mushrooms.
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