AN: Looks like I'm shaking off some of the rust I've accumulated from not posting anything in so long. Feels nice.
So, I had originally intended to post this as one big chapter, but I decided to release this part as is for a couple of reasons. The first is that the only update I've been able to put out for the last couple of months was for Ship-Shape, which is one of my most niche stories. Granted, the numbers its pulling suggest that it isn't going to stay very niche, but it still feels a little unfair to the people who don't read it. Gigant is also niche on paper, but I know a lot of people have been asking for more of it, so it feels like more of a crowd-pleasing update.
The other is that, as usual, my plans for the chapter just ended up making for a much longer chapter than I'd intended. I think I can do the rest of what I'd planned in a single update, but it'd probably have taken me a lot longer to release the one big chapter. And this was always supposed to be a filler arc anyway, so now you can just enjoy to help tide you over while I try to find the time to write the rest of it. And also, also, I feel like I haven't put out any Sunacoln for a while, and my soul demanded that I rectify that.
Guest: I don't think I really have a voice in mind myself. Just something kind of...computery. So I suppose that's as good of a frame of reference as any.
Mr. Haziq: Glad to hear it. That was my intention. And Loricoln supremacy, obviously.
ReadersCantRead: You're welcome. I don't need much of an excuse to write Loricoln, but its good to know other people are enjoying it too.
SonicMax: I've crowdsourced an opinion on this, and the consensus seems to be that "cute and horny" is a pretty good descriptor for my body of work as a whole. Not entirely sure how to feel about that, but I think I'm pleased. So thank you.
Lori was stirred from her slumber as a pleasant tingling began to reverberate throughout her body. There was a temptation to simply lay there, enjoying the sensation without any further thought as to why she was feeling this way, but when a sudden jolt of pleasure forced her to bite down on her lip to keep from crying aloud, the responsible, and decidedly less fun part of her brain stepped in, intent on getting to the bottom of this. To that end, she gripped the sides of her mattress, pushed herself upright, and opened her eyes.
The sight that awaited her was a slightly tussled mop of blonde hair, thoroughly burrowed into her cleavage. Based on the size difference between them, she initially identified the interloper as Lola, perhaps seeking solace from a nightmare or something, but then she noticed the telltale sunglasses perched atop her guest's head, and with that crucial bit of information, memories of what had proceeded her nap rushed back.
"Leni?" She asked, still groggy from her sudden awakening.
"Hi, Lori!" Came the younger girl's muffled reply. There was a slight tugging sensation, and then, with an audible pop, Leni's smiling face freed itself from its pillowy prison.
"Huh," said the fashionista. "So that's what it's like to be Linky."
"How...long have you been home?" Lori inquired, still trying to get her bearings.
"Just for a little bit," came Leni's reply. A glance toward the window, and the still bright and sunny afternoon outside seemed to corroborate the assertion. "Don't worry, I took care of things with Linky so you could keep relaxing."
"Oh. So…the…" Lori paused to take a calming breath. "Other girls, are...here. Great."
"Ya huh!" Leni nodded affirmatively. "I gave everyone their numbers and sent the first group in. I figured you wouldn't mind, since you already had your fun with Linky."
"W-what!?" Lori cleared her throat, trying to ignore the sudden burning in her cheeks. "What...makes you say that?"
"Because," said Leni, holding one arm up, which clearly demonstrated the height difference between the two sisters. "You're still kinda big. That means you had Linky time, obviously."
"...Well played," Lori admitted, sheepishly. "Sorry. Didn't mean to cut the line, it just...kinda happened."
"Aw, don't worry Lori!" Leni giggled, throwing her arms around the older girl's waist and hugging her tight. "I'd have done the same thing if I was the one to stay home. It's Linky!"
"He's...kinda irresistible, isn't he?" Said Lori, her lips quirking upward as she envisioned the smiling face of her adorable little brother."
"...Which," She continued, sighing heavily. "Is why I should probably get out there. Someone should be keeping the peace. Make sure everyone's playing nice, especially with Lincoln's arm the way it is."
She made to rise, but found herself struggling against Leni's grip.
"It's fine, Lori." Leni insisted, holding her in place. "He's with Luna right now."
"And?" Lori prompted.
"And...Sam," Leni admitted. "But Luna promised they were gonna just hang out and freeze."
"Chill, Leni" Lori corrected her, absentmindedly.
"Right! Like a cucumber!"
Lori opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a tired, little sigh.
"Well then, what am I supposed to do?" She asked. "Sit here and not worry about Lincoln? Do you know me at all?"
"...I think I know you pretty well," said Leni, her eyes lowering as her voice dropped a few octaves.
Lori frowned, confused. "Meaning...wh—AH!"
Lori squeaked in surprise, her back arching as a set of slender fingers traced their way down her form, before abruptly sliding down her flank. The next thing she knew, she was on her back, staring up at the ceiling as Leni slowly, and purposefully climbed atop her.
"Meaning, that I can help you relax a bit," Leni murmured, as she lowered her head and pressed her lips against Lori's.
Lincoln Loud's room was a sea of tranquility. This was in stark contrast to its usual status as a common epicenter for whatever chicanery had most recently enveloped the Loud House, so much so that a passer-by might have been tempted to drop whatever they were doing and check with Lisa for reassurance that they hadn't inadvertently been transported to one of those crazy, backward dimensions where hot snow fell up. But reassured they would be (plus or minus any holdover embarrassment they might have suffered due to the tongue-lashing Lisa would have given them for the unscheduled disturbance of her work), and all that would be left to do would be to stand there, quietly marveling at the calming melodies that emanated from the room.
Inside, Luna sat atop Lincoln's bed. Grasped in her hands was not her guitar, but rather a simple lute, whose strings she daintily plucked with a surgeon's precision. Next to her, Lincoln reclined upon his bed, his eyes growing progressively heavier as he fell deeper and deeper under the spell woven by his sister's enchanting song. On this rare occasion, peace, and serenity ruled this tiny portion of the Loud House—
"This! Sucks!"
—except for when they didn't.
Letting out a soft sigh as she ceased her playing, Luna turned and directed a pointed look at her fuming girlfriend, who was sitting on Lincoln's opposite side.
"You missed your cue, Sam", She said. The blonde, one eye noticeably twitching in irritation, raised the small triangle that was clutched in one hand—
Ting!
—and struck it, with an aggressiveness that was in no way passive.
"Thanks, babe," Luna said, nodding in approval, before resuming her work, the air once again filled with the lilting melody of her lute.
"You know," Sam said, peevishly, "This isn't exactly what I had in mind when you said you wanted us to help Lincoln relax."
"Little bro's still got a busted arm," Luna replied, her song unwavering even as she split her attention between her instrument and her beau. "What were you expecting him to be able to do?"
"I could...show him a few things," said Sam, her voice growing husky as she fluttered her eyelashes at the now red-faced boy. "Totally hands-free—"
"Triangle, Sam!" Luna barked, sharply cutting off the blonde.
Ting!
"Happy?" Sam grumbled, glowering at her instrument, one which seemed suspiciously adept at keeping her own hands occupied.
"Happier," Luna responded, as she returned to her luting.
Sam let out a loud huff of annoyance, and slouched down, sinking deeper into the bedding. She crossed her arms under her breasts and cranked up her frown to eleven. In a matter of moments, she'd managed to go from being merely irate, to Full Angry Girlfriend Mode, an ancient technique that was only to be used in the most dire, or petty of circumstances. However, before she could unleash the full power of her rapidly unbridling wrath, she felt something brush against her arm. The sensation returned a second time, and then a third, clumsy fumbling, swiping motions, not unlike those of a cat demanding the attention it, as a minor deity, was due from lesser creatures (i.e., literally everything else in existence). Her curiosity piqued, Sam redirected her attention in the direction of the disturbance.
It was Lincoln. Which shouldn't have come as much of a surprise, given that he was the only other person in the room. The Loud boy was seemingly trying to grab onto her. The problem, however, was that Sam was sitting on the side with his bad arm, forcing Lincoln to reach across his body with his good arm to get her attention, which was clearly proving difficult. She watched out of the corner of her eye as Lincoln continued, as discretely as he could manage, to make contact with her, but no matter how emphatically he flailed in her direction, he always came up just a bit short. It was just so...Lincoln, of him. Realizing that her frown was now marred by the edges of her lips rebelliously quirking upwards against her will, Sam let out a small sigh of defeat and shuffled a little closer to Lincoln. And finally, her pale-haired partner was able to properly procure purchase upon her person.
"S-Sam," Lincoln wheezed, clearly fatigued from his Sisyphean ordeal, and out of politeness, the older girl patiently waited until he could catch his breath and continue. Until at least, he spoke again. Two simple words. "I'm...sorry..."
The damn broke, and what little distance remained between them vanished as Sam slid over and wrapped one arm around the boy, pulling him into a side hug—
—only to relent slightly as Lincoln let out a sharp, pained noise. Caught up in the moment as she was, she'd immediately forgotten about his arm. Maybe Luna was onto something.
"Sorry," She muttered, flushing in embarrassment as she adjusted her grip on Lincoln and pulled him closer slowly, and with considerably more care than before. "And also, I'm...also, sorry, Linc."
"For...what?" He asked, cocking his head to the side, clearly confused. "You guys are the ones taking the time to hang out with me."
"Yeah," She admitted, giving his good side an affectionate squeeze. "But...that should be enough. It's been a while since the three of us have gotten to spend time together. Feels like you're always off with Leni, or Lori these days. Or that black-haired hottie."
"You mean Luc—" He stopped abruptly, and now it was his turn to blush. "O-oh. Maggie. Duh."
"Can't say I blame you," Sam giggled. "A girl like that probably gives you all kinds of distractions, right?"
"But I! I mean, she! That is to say, we—"
"Dude, chill!" She kindly, but firmly interjected. Then, just to make sure things were abundantly clear between them, she lowered her head and placed a quick, chaste kiss on Lincoln's freckled cheek, taking great satisfaction in the crimson aura that was radiating from the affected area as she pulled her lips away. The freckled Louds were definitely the cutest.
"All things considered," She continued, slinking down into the bedding, and gently dragging Lincoln down beside her. "I'm a pretty lucky girl. So, how about the two of us just sit here, and enjoy our girlfriend's awesome music?"
"Um...about that," Said Lincoln, swallowing nervously. "Now, I'm pretty limited by this arm of mine, but...there might be something I can do for you."
"Oh?" Sam made to face Lincoln, but before she could, he leaned in close, and the sensation of his breath against her left her momentarily dazed as a pleasant tingle emanated through her. So pleasant, in fact, that she very nearly missed what he said next."
"Here's the deal," He said, lowering his voice, as he began to whisper sweet somethings into her ear."
It wasn't until she finished the latest section of her song, that Luna noticed Lincoln and Sam huddled together. Her initial response was to be pleased because if Lincoln was able to work his charms on Sam, that meant it was less likely that Luna would be left in the dog house for daring to put her foot down vis-à-vis her girlfriend's...appetites. But then she saw the enormous grin Sam was sporting, and suddenly every instinct she had was screaming at Luna to get out of dodge. Fast.
"Deal!" Sam announced, emphatically nodding her head in agreement. As if possessed of a will of their own, Luna could feel her fingers recede from her lute strings, one arm sliding away as it frantically searched for her case.
"But you leave me out of it," Lincoln said, eyeing Sam critically. "Right?"
"Yes! Deal! Double Deal!"
At this point, Luna abandoned all pretense of nonchalance and hopped up on her haunches, fully prepared to leave her precious instrument behind and leap for the door. She wasn't anywhere near fast enough, and before she could even get her balance back, Sam pulled Lincoln into a passionate kiss.
"Fffffffffuuuuuu—" Luna hissed, equal parts turned on, and dismayed as she began to connect the dots, before a blinding white light filled the room.
Time dragged on as Luna dealt with the momentary blindness and dizziness that tended to accompany such assaults on the senses. But when her faculties returned to her, she found that she was now staring at an extremely attractive, and extremely naked, feminine torso. One, which, as it happened, sat about as high as her brother's bed, despite the profoundly alluring lower body attached to said torso firmly resting upon the ground next to said bed. Swallowing nervously, Luna slowly craned her head upward, and found the gigantic, grinning face of her girlfriend staring down at her, the girl's gargantuan frame barely finding just enough space to squeeze into the room.
"Remember the deal, Sam," Lincoln called out, as he worked his good limbs to slide himself to the far end of his bed, clearly trying to give the blonde giantess a wide berth. "Have fun, just leave me out of it!"
"YOU GOT IT, LITTLE DUDE!" Sam boomed in delight as her enormous hand descended toward Luna.
Lincoln let out a sigh of relief as the room was quickly filled with the panicked screaming being produced by Luna's powerful, rockstar lungs. Which didn't last long, as it was quickly replaced by an entirely different, far more pleasant set of noises. And as he shuffled over, to make sure he could give the girls the maximum amount of room his limited living space could provide, he made a mental note to consult Luna about giving his room a thorough soundproofing.
...After Sam was done having her fun, obviously.