Mabifica prompt by barton-agentoflove
The Haunted Videotape
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"I'm telling you, babe! This movie is legendary!" Mabel said, elbowing a frowning Pacifica in the shoulder.
The blonde beauty rolled her eyes, and sighing, replied, "Mabel, you say that about all your movies… Plus, this is "Dream Boy High 2: Totally a Sequel!" She sneered, reading the label, "—I mean what kind of title is that, anyway?"
Smiling, Mabel poked the cheek of her rival-turned-girlfriend, "Oh, you'll learn to love it!"
"That's what you always say!"
Ignoring her beau, Mabel popped in the old cassette tape; Pacifica's logic continuing to be a mute point between their relationship.
When the tape began playing, Mabel snuggled in with Pacifica on the couch. The blonde reluctantly wrapped her arms around the younger girl, allowing Mabel to tuck her head into the soft warmth of her breasts. It was a tender spot for Pacifica, and Mabel took full advantage.
A moment passed, and Pacifica felt the soft breathing of the brunette within her arms. Exhaling a content sigh of her own, the blonde settled in for a pleasant night, and a horrible movie.
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"—And then I said, 'I also think it's radical!'—"
"Oh, good one bro, good one."
"Hey Craz?"
"Yeah, Zyler?"
"You think those girls are asleep out there?"
"Hmm… yeah looks like it. Why, bro?"
"Heh, wanna have some fun?"
On screen, two colorful and radical-looking young men laugh darkly, before the power cuts, eliminating the glowing neons of the 80s flick.
Pacifica woke to the feeling of something… slimy. Her eyes fluttering open, the blonde gapped in shock, when the very-close-face of Mabel was busy licking the bare exposure of her breasts.
"Mabel! What are you doing!"
The brunette looked up, and Pacifica saw a glimmer in her eyes. Something… sinister, yet—
"Ohhh!"
The blonde moaned when Mabel's tongue swirled around the tip of her nipples. "Oh, Mabel, that's—!"
"Ahh!"
Mabel bit down—hard, and Pacifica buckled under her. The blonde's body was suddenly wet with a mixture of sweat and something else… She didn't understand what was happening, but the miasma of touch and pleasure was an addictive drug, and Pacifica laid herself waste against its onslaught.
This felt… right. Without thinking, Pacifica's body moved of its own accord, spreading her legs, and allowing Mabel to rub against her crotch.
God she was wet! It all felt so good!
"You like that, bro?"
Pacifica mumbled in response—some mixture of moan and pant—but when the omnious tone of Mabel's voice had grown deeper, more masculine, Pacifica awoke in a rush of panicked feelings.
"Mabel?" She tried to sit up, but her body wouldn't let her. While watching helplessly, her arms wrapped around Mabel's ass and squeezed hard. Pacifica wanted to scream, but another sound came out, one equally as masculine as Mabel's own.
"Oh you know it! Harder Zyler!"
Zyler—?!
"Okay Craz, here comes the fun part, bro!"
Pacifica cried out as Mabel's tongue found her womanhood, and suddenly, regardless of the situation—the change in their voices, the obvious need for Mabel's touch, and her own arousal dripping in pleasure—Pacifica allowed herself to breathe... and open herself up for Mabel to eat her alive.
Body, soul, and flesh.
