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Whenever you have the time, the broad plot points of how the story ends would be greatly appreciated.

Julie is possessed by the Id.
She’s made it so Wicker Creek is now under a ‘curse’ of sorts, making it impossible to wear clothing.
The citizens of WC are all under a ‘mass hypnosis’ as well, making them oblivious to the fact that they are all nude.
They still see Mark and James as such, but not themselves or one another.
The reason behind this is to increase the ‘potency’ of Mark and James’ already limitless Sacral Energy.
The boys’ libidos are going to be spiking at all times, making them the ultimate feast.
There were going to be many segments involving the boys and their naked classmates that were going to be very difficult on the boys.
Imagine being 16 and 13 and being able to see all your female classmates in the nude.
There were going to be many encounters with Julie as the Id and many more fights with Sacral Feeders.
More back and forth between Christine and Mark’s classmates (specifically Sam) as they vie for Mark’s affection.
Ultimately Mark ends up with Christine when all is said and done.
The moment they all realize they’ve been naked for several weeks/months was going to be a big moment, but sadly, you’ll have to use your imagination for that.
The Id is eventually exorcised from Julie, and the Ritual Sites are sealed off once more.
Everything returns to normal with Mark and James remaining nude.
Tanya and James form a relationship.
Christine and Mark form a relationship.
Emily takes Julie under her wing and they become Sorceresses Supremes.

While never officially documented or celebrated, the town of Wicker Creek acknowledges the ‘naked vigilantes’ who saved them from the strange glowing cryptids.
Wicker Creek remains a safe haven for women and girls.
It eventually becomes LAW that all males in Wicker Creek, whether permanent residents or not, MUST go naked at all times within the colony’s limits.

Could you please link the other parts

Sorry for the late reply NudeBaG, just wanted to say thank you so much for this wonderful story.

I'm sorry you couldn't end it the way you wanted to, especially those scenes of the boys seeing the girls naked in school which sounds amazing, but even so, what a marvellous story it was. An absolute epic!

While not directly from me,
There may be a bit more ‘Magic’ in the works

Magic: In The Interim

June.
6 months.
That’s how long Wicker Creek has been shrouded in the glowing pink fog.
That’s how long everyone has been naked.
Completely bare, and completely unaware-
Other than the coven.
The mental gymnastics both Mark and James have had to endure has been nothing less than a blissful torture.
At this point, Mark and James have gotten to see their mothers, their teachers, restaurant and store employees, AND their female classmates COMPLETELY NUDE!
Keeping up the act of ‘normalcy’ has been difficult for the 2 boys.
Both boys keep their binding rings on at all times.
At least, when in public, that is.

Our story picks up a little ways back, closer to the beginning of ‘the shrouding’.
Mark and Christine share a tender kiss while patrolling the WC shopping center.

Mark’s perspective:

‘Pwa.’
Our lips part as I stand straight.
Christine keeps her hands on my face.
We open our eyes and just stare for a few moments.
I gently rub her shoulders.
“Car? Please?” She whispers.
I smile and nod.
Taking Christine’s hand, we practically fly to the car.
“Hehehehehe!” Christine giggles.
I can’t help but smile as my heart hammers in my chest!
We reach the car as Christine pulls ahead.
She rips open the back door and pulls me on top of her!
I shut the door by hooking the handle with my foot.
My limp penis dangles low as I support myself over Christine’s petite frame with my arms.
I feel the head of my penis gently caress the sparse, soft pubic hair of Christine’s vulva.
We both gasp, and freeze.
I stare into those emerald eyes.

Christine’s perspective:

My arms are resting on Mark’s broad shoulders and neck.
He’s supporting himself, careful not to put his weight on me.
He’s so thoughtful!
But I can feel it!
The soft, smooth head of his penis is touching me…THERE!
“Ooooooooooh!” I moan!
I can’t help it!
I move my hips, rubbing my little slit against Mark’s limp penis!
He’s limp!
The ring!
I move one hand from his neck, caressing down his chest and abs.
My fingers find the binding ring at the base of his cock!
I begin to stretch and slide it out from around his balls.
“Chris!” Mark gasps.
I look into his wide, blue eyes.
I don’t hesitate.
I lean up and kiss him!
After a moment, our lips gently part.
‘Pwah’.
“I just want to feel you-“ I whisper, panting with anticipation.
“But, ‘Feeders’!” Mark winces. “And, you know- I thought you said-“
Mark’s eyes show concern, but also, an insatiable lust that certainly matches my own!
“I said ‘other stuff’.” I smile and bite my lip.
I finish removing the binding ring, feeling the head of his penis flop back down against my slit.
The change is immediate.
As I hoop the ring around my wrist, I feel Mark’s penis extend and stiffen against my vulva!
Mark reaches down just in time to angle his penis as it extends into erection, avoiding an unfortunate ‘entrance’.
“Oh, gah! Christine…” Mark whispers my name.
My heart flutters, violently, and feels like it’s trying to escape my chest!
I hook my arms around Mark’s back and pull him down on top of me, kissing him.
I feel the rigid underside of his penis resting along my slit and clit!
“Mmph!” He gasps, his lips sealed against mine.
The pressure of his erect penis pressing against my slit and clit is enough.
I simply need to rub myself against him once…
“Mmmmmm!” I pull him tight against me.
Twice.
I lift my pelvis, pressing his rigidness against my sex.
“MMMMMM!” My muffled moans grow louder as I feel my wetness seeping!
I force my tongue to part Mark’s lips.
He tastes so sweet!
This is Mark!
The hottest boy in Wicker Creek!
The most beautiful boy I’ve ever seen!
A boy completely under my control!
A boy who has actively protected me on numerous occasions now!
A boy I’ve lusted after since I met him!
A boy who has made me cum with his fingers, mouth and now, his-
My hands shoot down to Mark’s butt!
I grip and press him against me, even harder as I continue to rub myself against him!
I feel Mark’s tongue press against mine-
Part MY lips-
Caress MY tongue!
Kiss ME back-
Deeply.
“MMMMMMMMMMMM!” I let out a muffled scream as I grip Mark’s buttocks, pressing his rigid cock against me, rubbing myself against it!
I can feel it against my sex and abdomen!
Our privates are touching!
We’re kissing!
My world falls away as my heart, mind and privates burst in ecstacy!
Fireworks!
The most intense pressure I’ve ever felt!
The most PLEASURE I’ve ever felt!
I squeeze Mark’s butt, pressing against him-
RUBBING against him-
KISSING HIM!
I hoop my legs around his.
He’s thrusting!
This is the most intense, intimate thing EVER!
(Christine.) Mark’s voice echoes.
(Don’t stop!) I beg, pulling him closer.
“Mm-mm-mm-mm!” I moan in rythm to his thrusts as we continue to kiss- make out.
My wetness is letting the underside of his cock slide along my slit with ease!
My muscles lock, pulling Mark into me- against me.
He finally gives in and rests on top of me, wrapping his arms beneath me-pulling me into him.
The pressure and warmth is welcome.
I feel it.
I feel him.
Mark’s feelings flow into me.
The spell from earlier!
I can still feel how he feels about me!
But how?!
That isn’t how it’s supposed to work!
The feelings overtake me.
A warm, soft, protective ‘love’ fills and surrounds me.
I bury my face in his neck as I convulse!
I’m so caught up in the physical ecstacy that I let every thought and feeling flow freely.
There, in the creaking leather of the backseat of Mark’s Prius, our spirits share an equally intimate moment-
A ‘knowing’.
I can feel Mark’s entire body tense up on top of me.
My orgasm is different this time.
The energy that has built up inside of me releases.
I consciously restrain my sacral energy from erupting into my aura.
I close my eyes.
There, in the darkness, I see Mark and I’s astral bodies entwined-
Embracing-
Merging.
There is a different type of ‘magic’ at work.
The waves of orgasm washing through me are a profound, powerful, existential bonding.
I feel a hot wetness on my neck and on my cheeks.
I open my eyes, blurred with tears.
Mark still lays on top of me, in my embrace.
“Ugh.” He grunts as he moves his arms from beneath me.
I too, release my grasp on him.
As he sits up, tears fall from his eyes onto my chest.
“Huh?” We gasp in unison.
He gently caresses my cheek, as I reach up and do the same.
“Hehehe! Mark!” I gently hold his face in my hand.
I look into his eyes.
I see myself reflected there in those icy blue pools.
My heart is now beating steady and strong.
He rubs his thumb over my cheeks, wiping away the tears.
“Um,” He says awkwardly, wincing. “Can you-?” He nods with his head for me to shift my position.
We fumble, shifting and giggling with a new nervousness.
“Whoooo!” Mark exhales as he sits next to me.
His erect penis is twitching!
“Oh!” I examine my chest.
He didn’t cum!
I scoot next him, pulling his arm around me.
I rest my hand on his cock.
It’s slick with my wetness!
“Ah! Careful!” Mark gasps.
I want to make him feel what he just made me feel!
(Guys!) Emily’s voice echoes. (What’s going on?! Why do I feel Mark’s energy?!)
Of course!
The binding ring!
I need to put it back on Mark, but-
Mark gently holds my wrist.
(It’s fine, Em. It got a little twisted and I had to adjust it.) Mark echoes.
(It took a while. Is everything alright?) Emily echoes, suspicion in her words.
He slides the binding ring down over my hand and onto his penis.
I have to let go as he adjusts it into place.
Our connection ‘shifts’, but I’m surprised when it doesn’t fade entirely.
(It’s gone. What’s going on?) Emily echoes.
(It’s back on, Em.) I echo. (Like Mark said, it got a little twisted. That’s all.)
(Where are you guys? We need to regroup.) Emily echoes.
“Tell her to meet us at the fountain.” Mark says.
(Meet us at the fountain.) I echo.
(Got it.) Tanya echoes.
I shift my thoughts away from our telepathy.
The ‘connection’ with Mark still lingers, like a calming, supportive ‘warmth’ draped around me.
He rubs my shoulder with his hand.
“Chris.” He says softly. “That was-.”
He cuts himself off.
“I think I-“
My heart begins hammering again!
He doesn’t finish.
He let’s the words hang.
But I know.
As much as I want to hear it, I know it.
That’s what matters.
Mark is mine.
And I am his.
“Me too.” I whisper.

As stated, I already laid out the ending of MY Magic.
I do have one more chapter planned, but this was a scene a long time in the making for me.
I never knew if I was going to pen it, since it pushes the ‘taboo’ a bit further, but I wanted to solidify things between Mark and Christine before I let go completely.

The after:

After Mark and Christine’s intimate encounter in his car, their bond evolved into something much more than just physical compatibility and young lust.
Christine’s supernatural ‘drive’ and above average ‘magical knowledge’ enabled her to completely bypass the nervous awkwardness of young love.
Mark was mature, but naive.
She was still a young teen girl, but she navigated the beginnings their new relationship with a confidence and certainty that allowed them both to enjoy their new love fully.
She was a constant beacon for him.
The love seemed to come naturally.
They learned more ways of fulfilling one another beyond sexual gratification.
There was still plenty of that, much of it pushing the limits required to remain a ‘tainted virgin’.
In a moment of absolute obsession, Christine almost committed a magical taboo.
She had been tempted to use the secrets of divination she’d uncovered in their coven’s spellbook to look into she and Mark’s future, but, decided to approach Mark with the idea first.
She was relieved when he blatently shut the idea down.
She was then overjoyed when Mark took her in his arms and told her he ‘already knew their future.’
It was followed by their most passionate kiss yet.

For his part, Mark was smitten.
Even as he approached his later teen years as a senior at Wicker Creek Highschool, he and Christine’s bond only strengthened.
His final year of highschool would be Christine’s first.
The hunky, handsom, athletic Senior who had been the lustful object of affection and attention for every highschool female found himself instantly coupled with the still petite, yet ‘filling out’, emerald-eyed, radiant, redheaded Freshman.
She was the envy of every female at WCH.
No one knew the exact moment Mark was snatched up ‘off the market’ but seemingly from the first day of their respective Senior and Freshman years, they were inseparable.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

It’s nearing the end of summer in Wicker Creek.
Fall, Winter and Spring have passed and, as feared, whatever pink ‘curse’ had been placed on the town remained in effect.
Julie-
The ‘Id’ -
was still awol.
Though, her effects on the town remain a constant, mysterious threat.
In spite of this, the coven has remained proactive and diligent.
The girls used their magic to convince Ms Skinner and teachers and friends that Julie was visiting friends back in the UK.

In the dark, candle-lit confines of Emily’s room, the 5 naked teenagers gather around a familiar map spread over Emily’s bed.
James and Tanya stare down at the map, holding hands.
Christine stands in front of Mark, resting back against his tall, muscular frame.
His arms wrapped around her, cradling her while resting his lips lovingly on the top of her head.
She holds his arms around her.
Emily leans over the map with a red marker, pointing to a series of red circles forming a crescent moon shaped pentagram.
4 of the circles have a red X through them.
Emily hovers the marker over the 5th circle-
The 5th point of the bent-pentagram.
She exes it out.
She then taps the marker at each point.
“The shopping center. The rec center. The Highschool. The Middleschool. The College.”
She lets out a heavy sigh.
“We’ve seeled off each Ritual Site.”
Christine squeezes Mark’s arms around her, tightening his embrace.
Mark kisses her crown, inhaling the sweet scent of her crimson hair.
“So that means no more Feeders, right?” James asks.
Emily allows herself the faintest smile.
“Considering they went from being everywhere to starting to disappear after we seeled the first one?”
“And today was the first one we’ve found and fought in months!” Tanya adds, lifting James’ hand to her mouth, pressing her lips to the back of it.
“Yeah. I think that’s it for the feeders.” Emily sighs, an immense, invisible weight lifting from her shoulders.

It was true.
It had been a more than a year long ordeal-
navigating the new, strange, titillating world that Wicker Creek had become.
For the girls, it had just been something to adjust to-
It seemed as long as no one drew attention to the fact that everyone in Wicker Creek was completely naked, things went on as normal.
James and Mark were still used as bait, and the Feeders’ hunger for the boys became insatiable.
The Feeders’ hunger wasn’t the only ‘hunger’ that had become insatiable either.
Every female in Wicker Creek’s libido seemed to have been kicked into supernatural overdrive.
Christine, Emily and Tanya had to craft additional rings for the boys.
These new rings acted as ‘wards’ against the female population.
Even after multiple iterations and variations of charms and spellworkings, Mark and James remained a target of lust, regardless of age or social norms.
This development was especially stressful for Christine, whom, for the first part of ‘the shrouding’ still had to attend a separate school from Mark.
Knowing that he was alone in school with access to all of his naked classmates was a test she hadn’t been prepared for.
And the new binding rings preventing her from reading his thoughts was driving her mad.

Christine didn’t need to worry though.
Not about Mark.
Ever since that Thanksgiving-
Yes-
Even before the ‘taboo rendezvous’ in his car-
Mark was completely devoted to her.
All the time alone.
All the time on the Astral.
Christine had captured Mark’s soul.
As much as he’d learned, he knew it wasn’t something needing explaination.
The little ‘fire fairy’ had him, completely.
It was a mutual feeling of devotion-
Protection-
Love.
They’d begun hunting and fighting Feeders as a team.
A perfectly ‘in sync’ duo.
At first, Emily had been livid-
Even going so far as to threaten using spellwork to ‘undo’ whatever spells Christine had cast on Mark.
Mark was quick to step in, speaking with the authority and gravity only a big brother could wield.
He laid his soul bare to his coven.
He recounted everything they’d taught him about energy and ‘feeling’.
With concise, irrefutable logic, he declared his feelings for Christine to Emily.
Many tears were shed and emotions wielded as both swords and shields before, finally, Emily acknowledged the depth of their connection and the strength of their devotion.

During the heated, passion fueled exchange, another quiet, more subtle, relationship was going through it’s own revelations.
James and Tanya spoke with their hands and fingers.
Squeezing and caressing-
Voicelessly wording a parallel bonding to the one Mark and Christine had traversed.
Though, it would be quite some time before their relationship solidified.

The present:

Mark sits at the back of his last period class in his usual spot between Sam and Carly.
When the shroud of pink mist had first decended, and life carried on as normal, the ‘adjustments’ Mark had had to endure almost broke his mind.
Since then, he’s developed ‘coping’ mechanisms.
His grades, plummeted, initially, but as a side effect of having to distract himself from his bare female classmates, Mark has become quite studious.
Still, sitting between Sam and Carly, Mark can’t help but let his eyes wander.
Sam’s perfect breasts wobble slightly as she jots down her notes.
Mark lets his eyes travel lower to the thick, blonde triangle of fluffy pubic hair between Sam’s crossed legs.
Mark absent mindedly slides his hand over to tug his flaccid penis as it flops between his legs.
(You’re with Christine. You’re with Christine. You and Sam are just friends. Just friends.) He reminds himself.
Mark continues to tug, letting the sensation of masturbation fill him with pleasure.
The bell rings.
Mark lets out a sigh of relief and hurriedly packs his bag and stands.
Sam and Carly giggle as they, too, stand, gathering their things.
The sea of naked female teen flesh before Mark is a sight to behold.
A sight Mark records mentally every day.
“Lunch?” Carly asks.
“Um, yeah.” He shrugs, taking in her petite figure and the nicely trimmed patch of dark pubic hair obscurring her slit. “Christine and the others probably have a table already in the cafe.”
Sam huffs.
Mark knows why she’s hesitant.

Mark’s perspective:

Christine swears she had nothing to do with it.
Emily and Tanya back her up.
I want to believe it, and I have no proof.
But…

We’d all been sitting at the cafeteria table.
Me, Christine, Emily, Tanya, James, Sam and Carly.
The girls were doing a good job of instantly emersing themselves into my highschool social life, especially Christine.
Christine was sitting at my left, gently caressing my arm while I held her hand.
(Pretty tame and basic pda.)
Sam had been understandably upset by the development.
This freshman had swooped in and laid claim to me.
Plenty of other girls seemed upset, as well.
Including the other incoming freshman.
With the girls having gained control over the staff previously, their ‘takeover’ was pretty seemless.
James and I had our new binding rings, so we were in no immediate danger.
Christine maintained her self-control, limiting our physical contact to handholding and gentle shoulder nuzzles.
Sitting at my right, Sam had access to my body as well.
As Sam was regularly want to do, she expressed her frustration by grabbing my flaccid penis in an attempt to elicit a reaction.
Christine squeezed my arm.
Before I could remove Sam’s hand myself, she trembled and gasped.
Her whole body shook, followed by a muffled, wet ‘splatting’ sound.
Sam’s entire body turned red as she abruptly stood.
She released my penis and looked at the stool and her legs.
“Whoa!” I couldn’t help but gasp.
“Sam?!” Carly yelped.
“No no no!” Sam panicked as wetness streamed down her legs!
A translucent, ‘milky’ puddle rested on the seat where she’d been sitting.
Carly hurriedly rushed Sam to the bathroom.
Sam had been kind of distant from us since then.

Again, Christine, Emily and Tanya all deny having anything to do with it.
And I do believe Christine, since our new ‘bond’ makes it impossible to hide anything from one another.
She even suggested that it had been MY doing.

Back to the present:

As awkward as Sam’s ‘accident’ had been, the girls banded together, using the unfortunate incident to cement their place in the social hierarchy as supportive friends.
I think it made us all think about Julie.
Staying true to what I’d come to expect, the girls ‘divided and conquered’, using their ‘manipulation techniques’.
Soon, it was as though it never happened.

Sam, Carly and I walk out into the hall and head towards the cafeteria.
My eyes dance over the student body’s bodies.
My fellow seniors, juniors, sophomores and freshmen.
Other than James, ALL FEMALES from the ages of 14-18!
ALL NAKED!
Oblivious to their own nudity, but enthralled with my own, the girls giggle and gawk as I walk towards the cafeteria.
I do my own gawking.
Breasts, nipples, butts, pussies.
Taking note of who goes ‘natural’, shaves or trims-
The various levels of teen development.
We round the corner, approaching the dining atrium.
I see Emily waving from a corner table.
She, James and Tanya are already seated.
I look to the lunch line as I adjust my bag on my hip and keep walking.
“Mark!” Christine calls out, waving excitedly from the start of the line.
A lot of the other freshman girls stare excitedly as I make my way to Christine.
Sam sighs as they giggle and crane to get a better view.
I can see Christine fighting the urge to embrace me.
“H-Hey.” I blush.
Christine’s eyes never leave mine.
“I waited for you.” Christine blushes.
I see it on her pale skin.
“Th-Thanks.” I stare, taking in her gorgeous petite frame-
Feeling the magnetic ‘pull’ in my chest.
I never get sick of seeing her-
My firey fairy!
We get in line and move along.
Sam follows right behind me.
I do my best NOT to look at Ms Colson’s saggy gray haired body as she serves us.
Thank the elder gods for that apron!
I instead, look at Christine.
Until we get to the checkout, that is.
Sitting at the register is Ashley.
She’s now fully in her 20’s, and this will be her last year here as a volunteer.
In my mind, this is what Christine will look like.
They really could be sisters.
She’s smiling, like always, appreciatively taking in my nudity.
I’m doing the same.
Her milky breasts are perky.
Her skin has a light sheen of sweat from the heat of the kitchen.
If only she wasn’t sitting, like usual.
“Ugh!” Christine grabs my badge from my bag and swipes.
“There! All paid up!” Christine nudges me along so she can pay.
I roll my eyes and smirk.
I wait while Christine pays.
She steps up to me, I can tell she’s annoyed.
If I’ve learned anything from dealing with witches, it’s to be honest.
If you know you can’t hide anything, don’t even try.
I lean in and give her a quick peck on the lips.
She’s startled, and blushes.
We immediately hear giggles and whispers.
We’re no stangers to the Highschool rumor mill-
The hot senior guy dating the cute freshman girl.
“She’ll have her heart broken when he goes off to college.”
They don’t know anything, though.
They don’t know that Christine and I share a special bond.
A magical bond.
“Ugh! Get a room, you 2.” Sam groans, rolling her eyes.
I fight the urge to look at Sam.
I check her out every chance I get, of course, but not when I have my Christine in front of me.
I stare deep into those emerald pools.
Christine looks at Sam.
There’s a glint of pride in her eyes.
“Why? You want to watch?” Christine smirks.
Sam looks stunned for a moment.
She then shifts to an ‘appraising’ expression as she looks me up and down.
“I wouldn’t mind that.” She smirks, cocking an eyebrow.
“Sam?!” I gasp.
She shrugs and smiles, heading to sit with the others.
Christine keeps her smirk, but softens it into a smile as I gesture for us to follow.
She quickly steps beside me and nudges me with her hip.
I stumble a bit.
“H-Hey! Easy!” I look around, nervous of the attention we’re drawing.
Christine takes note, also looking around.

Navigating the girls being in school with me has been a bit hard to get used to, as well.
The girls swear they haven’t used any new magic on any of the other girls, but I find that hard to believe.
There was one spell Emily insisted they cast on James and I.
It would allow the girls to read the thoughts of girls who interacted with us.
She had insisted it would ‘keep us safe in these unprecedented times’.
With us still searching for
Julie, Emily was quick to point out it might give us a lead.
Really, I suspected it was just another way for the girls to keep absolute control over James and I.

Christine is all smiles again as we head to our table.
James, Emily and Tanya are already eating, deep in mental discussion.
Sam and Carly sit beside them.
As we approach, I whisper.
“Chris, please stop tempting Sam like that.”
“Oh Marky!” Christine rubs her shoulder into my arm. “I’m not afraid of Sam. I see the way you look at her.”
I freeze.
“What, um. What do you-?” I stammer.
Christine smiles and rolls her eyes.
“Mark. Sam is HOT! Look at her curves.” Christine says it with an academic flatness. “All your friends are.”
Christine looks around at all our naked classmates.
She then runs her hand along my arm.
“Plus, we can read their thoughts.” Christine eyes Sam as she sits.
She narrows her eyes and smirks.
She then looks at me, her eyes softening.
“And as for you, you can look.” She shrugs. “But no touching.”
I gulp.
My mouth drops open.
Did Christine really just give me permission to ogle my classmates?!
Not that I wasn’t doing it already, but-!
Christine reaches up and gently closes my mouth, caressing my cheek.
“You save that for me.” She smiles softly.
No smirk.
No lustful fire in her eyes.
Just a sweet, genuine smile.
She pulls me to sit next to her.
“Mmmmmmm!” Tanya swoons. “This food is SO GOOD!”
She lifts a piece of teriyaki glazed salmon and broccoli to her lips.
It’s true.
The cafeteria food has always been delicious.

We all eat, carrying on basic highschool banter with Sam and Carly.
Victoria and Kat join us as well.
Unbenounced to my 4 classmates, however, there is a 2nd conversation being held between Emily, Tanya and Christine.
They’re clearly using telepathy to discuss the pressing matter of what to do about our current situation.
I wish the binding rings didn’t block them out.
This leaves James and I to deal with my 4 classmates.

James’ perspective:

After what Julie did-
After she ‘became’ the Id-
Every girl and woman in Wicker Creek ended up naked!
And they are completely unaware!
My last year of middle school was incredibly awkward!
But also…
Just plain incredible!
Mark’s classmate, Kat sits down next to me.
His other classmate, Victoria, sits across from me.
Gah!
They’re gorgeous!
I can’t help staring at their breasts!
Tanya, still maintaining mental focus on the telepathy session she’s having with Christine and Emily, reaches down and rubs my thigh.
I look at her.
Emily and Christine’s breasts have grown a bit this last year.
Tanya’s remain the same, barely noticeable little mounds beneath her tiny, dark nipples.
I don’t mind.
Like her dark eyes, they’re beautiful.
I kind of wish we could be more like Mark and Christine.
Both of them seem so used to being together.
Being a ‘couple’.
It was a little after Mark and Christine came out as a couple to us that things shifted between Tanya and I.

Even though we used spells to handle my mum regarding Julie’s absence, I was still really upset.
She’s my little sister, afterall.
Emily continues to meditate and research, looking for ways to contact or reach Julie, but she’s hesitant, since we know what Julie has become.
Tanya, though-
Tanya hasn’t left my side.
At first, she and Emily burried themselves in research while Mark and Christine went out searching.
I tried helping with the research, but I couldn’t make heads or tales of the esoteric literature.
Even after the girls used spellwork to ‘enhance’ my understanding, I couldn’t focus.
It was a night we were all meant to stay at Mark and Emily’s, but, I was feeling the need to stay at home.
I couldn’t say much to Mum about things, and it was strange the way the spellwork effected her.
It was like Julie didn’t even exist, but, there would be moments of sad realization that would come over Mum every so often.
They would pass, but, not for me.

I was laying on Julie’s bed, rolled away from the entrance.
I hadn’t heard Mum answer the front door.
Tanya slipped onto the bed behind me, scooting against me and slipping her arm beneath mine to cradle my chest.
An instant, calming ‘warmth’ spilled into my body.
Tanya was so tiny and light, I didn’t even notice her until she was holding me.
“James.” Tanya spoke. “I know you’re worried about Julie. But please, let me try and help?”
“How?!” I asked, out of frustration.
Tanya hugged me closer.
“Emily WILL find a way! And Mark and Christine are out looking, right now!” She said.
“So, just let me help you. Please?”
“How?” I asked again.
I felt tears roll down my cheeks.
Tanya spread her hand on my chest.
“Whatever you want.” She whispered.
I clenched her hand in my own.
I shifted to lay on my back, turning my head to look at Tanya.
Our eyes locked.
Those beautiful, dark chocolate orbs curtained behind delicate lids.
They were watering.
They were stunning.
I felt my lips quivering.
But with everything going on, I could do nothing.
I held back the dam from breaking.
Before anything else could happen, Tanya pressed her lips against mine.
I squeezed my eyes closed.
Her lips were so soft!
I felt her hand in mine-
On my chest.
Her skin was smooth-
Comforting.
Like a silk blanket.
‘Pah.’
A soft pop as our lips parted.
Tanya exhaled, sweet softness filled my nostrils.
“Can-“ I gulped, barely whispering. “Can we just lay here? Like this?”
Tanya opened her eyes.
She smiled.
“Mhm.” She nodded.
She rested her head on my shoulder, tightening her embrace.
I moved my arm to cradle her, resting my hand on her shoulder.
Cuddling is nice.
The calming warmth from Tanya keeps flowing into me.
My mind and heart are racing!
Is this real?!!
I can’t stop thinking about Julie, but…
Are Tanya and I-?!
“James?” Tanya asks. “Is this ‘really’ all you want?”
It isn’t.
“I, um-“ I gulp.
I AM still worried about Julie.
And cuddling with Tanya is the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.
And that kiss-
OUR FIRST KISS!
I know I should say something, but-
“Here.” Tanya whispers. “Christine told me how to do this.”
She moves her hand down my abdomen to my limp penis.
“T-Tanya?” I gulp.
The kiss-
Cuddling-
Naked Tanya-
It’s a hormonal recipe that has me locked inside!
What did Christine tell her?!
I’ve seen how Christine is with Mark!
Oh gah!
Tanya begins to remove my binding ring!
I grab her wrist.
“Wait!” I gasp.
“James?” Tanya asks, concerned.
“What if it’s like-“ I hesitate.
We know I can’t help it, and we know I can get bigger, but it’s still humiliating when I get the ‘little stiffy’.
“James.” Tanya says softly. “Please don’t worry about that. I would hope you know by now.”
Tanya kisses my cheek.
“Big or small, I like your cock.” She whispers.
Her wrist slips free and the removal of my binding ring is complete.
I feel Tanya rest her hand along my hip.
My penis begins twitching.
I close my eyes.
“Hah!” Tanya gasps. “Well! See, James?”
I look down.
“Hah! Hahaha!” I chuckle with relief.
“Now. Just relax. I need a sec to focus.” Tanya slides her hand onto my erection. “Close your eyes.”
I do.
“Verum dixit, In hac tenura. Verum dixit, In hac tenura. Verum dixit, In hac tenura.” Tanya chants.
“What, um-“ I start, but then Tanya shushes me.
“James,” She asks. “How do you feel about-“
Tanya doesn’t finish the question before I feel my forehead tingling with a magnetic pulse!
Feelings and emotions flow through me like a wave after a dam breaks.
Every feeling of embarassment, shame, excitement, worry, sadness, lust- EVERY feeling I’ve felt since moving here to Wicker Creek flows freely between Tanya and I.
Slowly, the chaotic rapids ease.
The world drops away.
It’s just Tanya and I.
There’s nothing else.
But it’s not ‘just’ that it’s Tanya and I-
I feel safe.
I feel trust.
And…
“Ahhhh.” Tanya sighs.
Julie’s room comes back into view as my vision returns.
Fresh tears flow from my eyes.
Tanya sniffles.
She moves her hand from my penis to my chest.
“Um, what was that?” I wipe my face with my free hand.
Tanya hugs me.
“I just-“ Tanya hesitates. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and- Since Mark and Christine are-“
“Oh!” I gasp.
Is this real?!
Could this be happening?!
Tanya is my dream girl!
How could this possibly be-?!
But, Tanya-?
As my-?!
My first real-?!
“But, what about-?” I start.
But what about what?!
Why am I so scared?!
After everything, THIS is what I’m most scared of now?!
“Julie. I know.” Tanya props herself up and looks at me.
“Of course! I’m sorry.” Tanya winces. “We WILL bring her back! I promise.”
Her voice is shaking now.
I am scared.
After everything-
I am confused and terrified.
But-
I lick my lips.
I can still taste Tanya.
I’ve never felt butterflies like this!
“James.” Tanya takes my hand.
“Thank you.” I whisper.
I sit up and rest my head on her shoulder.

Magic: The Sealing Of The Id
(The multi-part FINAL saga)

The beginning of the end:

It’s a warm Friday night at the end of April.
Exams are behind the students of WC High.
End of year assemblies and graduation preparations are underway.
Despite having sealed the ritual sites, the glowing pink mist continues to blanket the town.
Mark and Christine lay on his bed.
James, Tanya and Emily are taking the patrol tonight, still determined to find Julie, giving Mark a break after his intensive studying and exams.
“You passed everything?!” Christine gasps excitedly.
“Mhm! I’ll be able to get into WCU, no problem!” Mark smiles.
“I’m so proud of you!” Christine beams.
The 2 kiss.
The now 18 year old Mark smiles at his 15 year old girlfriend.

As the 2 continued their highschool courtship, they did hit an unexpected ‘snag’.
Mark’s mom, Gwen, was apprehensive.
It was understandable, of course, but Christine’s mom, Sophie, was quick to point out how ‘natural’ it was, given the amount of time the kids had spent together.
It was awkward for a bit, but eventually, everything smoothed out.

Christine would take full advantage of their age gap.
As their relationship matured and evolved, they got more and more into exploring every possible way to experience one another’s bodies while maintaining their ‘tainted virginity’.
As such, one day after school, Christine convinced Mark to take her to The Wicker Widow, Wicker Creek’s solitary, hole in the wall, sex shop.
Mark hadn’t even known it existed.
He was even more curious as to why Christine wanted to go to such a place, given the circumstances of their status as ‘tainted virgins’.
The girls had been very clear as to how far they could push things, and Mark had thought he and Christine had gone as far as they could go, and he was perfectly content with that.
This, however, had been Christine’s driving force behind wanting to go to The Wicker Widow.

Obviously aware of their circumstances, Christine had done extensive research on all sorts of different ways to experience pleasure without committing that ‘ultimate taboo’.
For herself, she was completely content.
Anything and everything Mark did for her-
Did TO her-
gave her the most intense orgasmic pleasure imaginable.
And, she was in love.
But she felt limited in the ways she could please Mark.
She could suck and fondle Mark for eternity.
He was her delicious plaything, and she knew he enjoyed every bit of it.
But she felt he was able to give her so much more than she could give him.
So, searching for answers her magic couldn’t give her, she turned to the internet.
She was shocked by what she found.

Mark’s perspective:

“Chris? What are we doing here?” I ask as we sit in my car in front of The Wicker Widow.
Christine squirms and smiles.
“Getting a new toy to play with.” She grins.
While I know about sex toys from porn, I’m curious what kind of ‘toy’ Christine could possibly want.
I thought I’d been doing a pretty good job of satisfying her.
Christine places her hand on my thigh.
“You trust me, right?” She asks, batting her emerald eyes.
“Of course I do. You know that.” I sigh. “But what-?”
Christine cuts me off by grabbing my neck and pulling me into a kiss.
“Pwah.”
“Then ‘just’ trust me.” She smiles.
We head inside.
The jingling bell over the door ‘dings’ as we enter.
Christine squeezes my hand as we take in the narrow, yet deep ‘niche’ shop.
The Wicker Widow smells sweet with artificial ‘purfume’, silicone and vinyl.
Several mannequins dot the floor, donning a variety of black leather ‘bondage’ get-ups.
My eyes drift to a central set of 5 mannequins.
Each one donning a ‘unique’ neon body harness-
Each colored-
Red, Yellow, Purple, Blue, Orange and Pink!
They aren’t ‘exact’ one for one reproductions, but…
Christine suddenly seems hesitant as she eyes the contents of the store on immediate display.
“Mark! Those are-!” She gasps.
“Oh! A customer?!” A woman’s voice carries from behind a wall of various ‘impliments’ in plastic packaging.
A pretty, fit, blonde 30 something woman springs up from behind the central counter.
Her eyes go wide as she takes in my nudity.
“OH! Oh my god!” She quickly makes her way over to us.
“You’re a-“ She gulps, eyeing me up and down. “A- A - A MAN!”
“Hmhm!” Christine chuckles. “He sure is.” She purrs, squeezing my arm.
Christine and I gasp in unison as we take in the woman before us.
The clerk’s nipples are pierced and connected by a thin, hanging chain!
“I didn’t know there were any men HERE in Wicker Creek! I mean, other than those 2 glowing ‘superheroes’.” She pats her chest, looking at the mannequins.
She walks around us, examining me.
“Hmhm! Yup, this is MY man.” Christine smiles.
I feel a surge of pride and confidence warm my body.
“Mmmmmm!” The woman eyes my flaccid penis. “Well, what, um-“ She composes herself.
“What brings you in today?”
“Oh!” Christine looks at me and bites her lip.
“Um, my boyfriend and I are looking for something ‘specific’.” Christine says.
My heart leaps at her use of the term ‘boyfriend’.
“ ‘Specific’, eh?” The woman smirks and cocks an eyebrow.
“Well, I’ll be honest-“ She frowns. “I don’t have much in the way of ‘toys for boys’.”
“That’s okay, actually-“ Christine steps up to the woman and whispers in her ear.
The woman continues to eye me up and down while Christine whispers.
The woman’s eyes go wide, and she grins.
“Ooooooo! Fun!” The woman squirms and bites her lip.
“Follow me. I have EXACTLY what you’re looking for.”
Christine grabs my hand as we follow the woman to the back of the shop.
“Whoa!” I gasp as I see a blue ‘bulb’ protruding from the bottom of the woman’s firm butt!
“Hmhm!” Christine giggles.
“Now, I don’t currently have anything quite as ‘big’ as his in stock, but-“
I freeze as the woman gestures to a wall of belts and harnesses with solid colored, artificial protrusions of various sizes!
“This is what I have.”
“Um-“ I gulp. “Chris?” I ask, genuinely confused.
“Thanks! Could you give us a minute?” Christine smiles.
“Of course! Let me know if you have any questions.” The woman smiles and winks while eyeing me up and down as she passes.
“What are these?!” I whisper in shock.
“Strap ons.” Christine grins.
“Um-“ I’m genuinely speechless and confused.
“Mark.” Christine takes my hand.
She lifts it to her face.
“Do you remember that time- In the shower?” She asks.
We’ve taken so many showers together now, it’s impossible to know ‘which’ time she’s referencing.
“I was scrubbing your butt, and you-“ She gestures to crudely simulate my orgasm.
My gut drops into my balls!
Chritine notices my abject terror and launches into explaination.
“I’ve looked into it, and, apparently, men experience the most intense orgasm from-“
“No!” I cut her off, clenching my rectum!
I pull my hands to my side, clenching them in fists.
Christine takes my hands again.
“Mark. I’ve done the research!” She says sincerely.
“I just want to make you feel the way you make ME feel!” She begs.
I just stare into those emerald eyes.
“It’s called a ‘prostatic orgasm’.” Christine explains.
“CHRIS!” I hiss.
Christine hugs me, pulling me against her.
“Mark. I know it’s new, and scary, and strange!” Christine says. “But I’ve done the research! This IS the MOST pleasure you can feel! Let me give that to you!”
I look at the ‘wall of dicks’ before me.
I go numb.
“Chris. I-“ I feel faint!
Christine pulls me forward.
The strap-ons appear ‘organized’ by size, from left to right-
Smallest to largest.
The clerk comes back.
“Um, not to intrude, but if I may make a suggestion-“ The woman steps beside us.
“Start ‘small’.” She grins. “At least, smaller than what he’s packing.” The clerk smirks as she nods to my penis.
“Oh!” Christine gasps.
I have my ring on, so I’m flaccid, but the warm weather is effecting me properly.
I’m in total shock as Christine and the clerk discuss the different ‘options’.
I watch, detached, as the clerk helps Christine ‘try on’ a few of the strap-ons.
Seeing Christine’s petite, matured body with a colorful erect cock sticking out is the most bizarre thing I’ve ever seen.
“That model has an adjustable clitoral stimulator.” The clerk explains.
“Oooooo! How do I look, Marky? Hmhmhmhm!” Christine giggles as she models a red, 5-6 inch angled protrusion.
“Well, from what you told me, he won’t be seeing it much. It’s pretty hard to see from behind. Hmhmhm!” The clerk chuckles.
Christine grabs the erect protrusion and thrusts it towards me, laughing!
Christine looks down at the appendage and frowns.
“It’s not as big as his, though.” She sighs.
The clerk chuckles.
“No worries. That one should do nicely. Don’t want to start off *too crazy. Hmhm!” She winks.
“It’ll definitely hit his g-spot, AND has the clitoral stimulator for you.” The clerk smiles.
“And it’s the only model with 5 different vibration modes.” She winks.
“Ooooo!” Christine coos.
“Hahaha! What do you think, Mark?” She teases.
The bell over the door jingles again.
“Excuse me one moment.” The clerk heads to the front of the store.
Christine removes the dildo harness and examines it before hanging it back up.
She stands next to me, hugging my arm.
“Which one are you thinking?” She asks.
“None!” I gasp.
“Awwww! Come on, Marky! Let me do this for you!” She begs.
“Chris! No! We don’t- I don’t need this!” I pout.
Christine stands in front of me, placing both hands on my face.
I look into those emeralds.
“Mark. I just want- I NEED to be able to make you feel good.” She says sincerely. “I need to be able to make you feel the way you make ME feel. Let me do this for you. For us.”
We argue back and forth for several minutes.
“You’re serious?” I ask, finally.
Christine nods excitedly.
“Look! This one vibrates, too! I’ll bet it’ll feel great! And it even comes in red!” Christine holds up another 5-6 inch, slightly curved, bulbous strap-on.
It’s at least the least ‘phallic’ of the bunch.
“And the crotch around it is even padded!” Christine squishes the base. “Oh! AAAND it has a clit suction feature! I think this is the one!”
Christine holds it in front of her vulva, gripping the oddly shaped shaft, pretending to jerk-off.
“Ooooo! Excellent choice!” The clerk returns, carrying a black box the size of a shoebox, but slightly more ‘premium’.
She’s followed by a thin brunette woman.
“Oh!” The woman gasps.
“Mark?! Christine?! What on earth-?!!!”
It’s our art teacher!
Ms Becker!
Both Christine and I freeze.
“Oh? You know them, Viv?” The clerk asks Ms Becker.
Ms Becker looks at Christine and I for a moment.
She narrows her eyes at me, then smirks.
“Yes. I do.” Ms Becker purrs.
Ms Becker crosses her arms.
I’m just waiting for Christine to swoop in and use her magic to get us out of this, but before she can, Ms Becker continues.
“Allison, these are 2 of my students from Wicker Creek High.”
The clerk gasps.
“HIGHSCHOOL STUDENTS?!”
“2 of my favorites, in fact.” Ms Becker continues.
“Aaaaaaand-“ Ms Becker taps the box in the clerk’s hands. “Mark here was the basis for that model you hold.”
The clerk’s mouth drops open.
“Oh! Now I CANNOT WAIT!” The clerk rushes to the counter to open the box.
Ms Becker eyes Christine and I.
“Well, I won’t ask what you’re doing here.” Ms Becker gives a knowing wink to Christine.
“But, Mark-“ Ms Becker looks at me. “In full disclosure, you being here does somewhat workout.” Ms Becker sighs, turning to the clerk.
“I know you asked me for a model based on that ‘Blue Vigallante’, but since I have no way of finding him, all I could go by was those few blurry photos from the paper. But, looking at it closely, it resembled the mold I already had of Mark here, so-“ Ms Becker shrugged.
“Oh my-!” The clerk yelps. “Viv! You weren’t lying! This is gonna sell like hot cocks! Er- Hot CAKES, sorry!”
She returns.
“THAT’S-!” Christine gasps.
My gut drops into my balls.
In the clerk’s hands is a model of a large, solid ‘off-white’ erect silicone penis and balls!
MY erect penis and balls!
It’s the mold from art class!
“My god, Vivian! This is HIS?!! YOUR STUDENT?!!” The clerk gasps, her eyes darting between my erect penis in her hands and my flaccid penis on my body.
“I can’t sell these here!”
Ms Becker laughs, waving her hand.
“Hahahaha! Oh, Ally! Come now! Just look at it! FEEL it!” Ms Becker grins.
“I mean, yeah, But he’s a STUDENT! YOU’RE student!” The clerk looks shocked.
“AND, he’s 18 now.” Ms Becker bites her lip in a seductive grin. “Why do you think I waited so long to get it to you?”
The clerk is stunned.
But she keeps looking from the model in her hands to my own flaccid penis.
Back and forth.
“Just market it as a replica of ‘The Blue Protector Of Desire!’ or whatever they call him.” Ms Becker waves her hand.
Christine and I share a nervous look.
“You know, the blue one? I’ve seen him in amateur news clippings.” Ms Becker pulls out a folded piece if gray paper from her purse. “ It’s rare they get a shot of them, and this was the clearest one I’ve found.”
She unfolds the news clipping.
Sure enough, it’s a blurry photo of me in my transformed state, jumping away from the scene.
Unfortunately, the ‘least blurry’ part of the photo happens to my erect dick!
“It really does resemble Mark’s.” The clerk takes the paper and holds up the photo for comparison.
Ms Becker looks at Christine.
“Hear that? Mark here could pass for a superhero. Hmhm!” She winks.
“Hah!” Christine gasps, then grins at me. “I’ll say! MY hero!”
She hugs my arm.
“Will you be able to replicate it?” Ms Becker asks, taking and folding the paper again.
“Oh! Um,” The clerk examines the model.
“Absolutely, but-“ The clerk looks at me. “Since it doesn’t belong to the actual ‘Blue Protector’, Mark here is going to have to sign off on this now. I can’t just put this out there with all this mess of a situation.”
The clerk and Ms Becker look at me.
“NO!” I yelp.
Christine quickly steps in front of me, placing her hand over my mouth.
“Wait!” She gasps.
(Mark! Wait!) She echoes. (Let me handle this!)
I feel that calming energy flow into me.
I relax.
FINALLY!
She’s going to handle this with magic!
Christine turns to Ms Becker and the clerk.
“You’re just going to sell them here? In Wicker Creek? No where else?” Christine asks.
The clerk and Ms Becker burst out laughing.
“I’m a niche, hole in the wall ‘specialty’ shop. I’m not ‘Adam & Eve!’ “ The clerk laughs.
Christine looks at me.
She then looks at the strap-on in her hand.
She grins, wickedly.
“And all you need is Mark’s say so?” She adds.
“That’s right.” Ms Becker nods.
“Then no!” I gasp, crossing my arms.
“Wait.” Christine looks at me.
“Mark, come here.” She pulls me a bit aways.
“Chris! What are you-?!” I start .
Christine again covers my mouth.
“Mark. You’re gonna be starting college soon.” She says.
“Mhm?” I nod.
“So, you won’t have time to work.” Christine says this as though what she’s implying is obvious.
“This could be an opportunity to get some good money! Think about it!”
I do think about it.
Christine might be right.
“Plus,” She smirks. “The idea of people coming here to buy a copy of your cock is kinda hot, isn’t it?”
It actually kind of is.
“Besides, no one will know it’s actually YOURS. They’ll think it belongs to ‘The Blue Protector Of Desire’, hmhm!” Christine winks.
“Just trust me.” She whispers.
I look into those emerald eyes.
I do.
I nod.
We walk back over to Ms Becker and the clerk.
“So, no one but us will actually know it’s Mark’s penis?” Christine asks.
Ms Becker and the clerk nod.
“As nice a cock as it is- AS IS- adding a connection to a local urban legend will take it up several notches!” The clerk beams, gesturing to the colored replicas of our costumes.
(Made without our consent, if course. But not like we can take credit, anyway.)
“Oh!” The clerk gasps. “But of course, this is only if Mark signs off on it.”
Ms Becker grins.
“What will Mark get?” Christine asks.
“Oh?” Ms Becker and the clerk seem surprised.
“Oh! Of course! Well, like I said, I’m just a niche little shop here, not a big chain or corporation. So, I can’t offer you much.” The clerk frowns.
Christine points at the replica.
“But look at it. FEEL it.” She crosses her arms. “Not only is it huge, but it’s proportions, shape, everything- it really IS perfect.” Christine looks at me and smiles.
Both the clerk and Ms Becker eye the replica hungrily.
“I believe the term is ‘premium’.” Ms Becker smirks.
The clerk purses her lips and taps them.
She notices the strap-on in Christine’s hand.
“Oh! As a bargain, er, ‘deal’, how about I let you have ‘that’ on the house?” She offers.
Christine lights up.
“Ooooo! That works!” Christine grins excitedly.
“Chris!” I gasp.
Christine holds up her finger.
“AAAND, I think Mark is owed a share in the profits, since it IS HIS penis.” She adds, winking at me.
The clerk grimaces.
Ms Becker chimes in.
“Oh! Absolutely! I can’t believe I didn’t consider that! As his teacher, I must insist!” She nods.
The clerk continues to ponder a moment.
“Well…” She sighs, placing her hands on her hips. “Thankfully, since Wicker Creek has unique ‘zoning’, my overhead here for this shop is pretty low.”
The clerk runs her fingers along the shaft of the replica.
“I’ll still need to cover production and packaging costs, too.” She adds.
“But, depending on what variations I’m able to create, this *could be big.” She bites her lip and looks at me. “I mean, the profits! The profits could be big!” She smirks.
She thinks for a moment, holding the replica up, clearly comparing it to my flaccid state.
“5 percent of each unit sold?” She asks.
“10.” Christine crosses her arms.
“7.” The clerk fires back, indignantly.
“Now, kids. Be reasonable.” Ms Becker adds.
“10.” Christine says flatly.
She takes my hand.
“It’s MY Marky’s penis after all. It’s like you’re asking me to share it with all of Wicker Creek!” She pouts.
I would roll my eyes at the irony, given how everything has unfolded up to now, but I’m too stunned.
The clerk softens, but remains silent.
She huffs and holds out her hand.
“10.” She sighs.
Christine shakes her hand excitedly.
She then holds up the red strap-on.
“And THIS is still on the house?” She grins.
The clerk nods.
“Yes, I’ll go get a seeled one and some lube from the back.” The clerk smiles.
“Hah!” Ms Becker gasps.
Christine and I suddenly realize our situation!
We just bought a strap-on in front of our art teacher!
Ms Becker shakes her head and rubs her face.
She composes herself.
“Well. Mark. I’ll get with Alli later and we’ll draw up the paperwork so you recieve your proper compensation from this. Maybe get it all signed one day after school this week. Certainly before graduation!” She promises.
“Um, okay.” I just nod.
Ms Becker places her hands on her hips and shakes her head.
But she smirks.
“Right. I’ll leave you two to whatever ‘this’ is.” Ms Becker winks, gesturing to Christine and I.
“And Mark. Congratulations. It’s a great deal!” She smiles.
Christine squeezes my arm.
“See you kids in school.” Ms Becker turns and leaves.
I let out a long breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
I hunch over, resting my hands on my knees.
Christine rubs my back.
“Oh!” The clerk, Alli, returns. “Already ‘assuming the position’? Hmhm!” She chuckles.
I straighten up immediately.
“Here you go.” She hands Christine the clear plastic package containing the red strap-on.
“Just read the instructions for safety and cleaning.” She reaches under the counter and pulls out a tube of lube.
“This is also on the house.” She winks.
“Thank you VERY much!” Christine beams.
“Oh!” The clerk grabs a black plastic bag and holds it open. “For discretion.” She smirks.
Christine places the strap-on and lube into the bag and takes it from the clerk.
“Really though. Thank you for agreeing to this.” The clerk smiles. “And being able to market it as belonging to ‘The Blue Protector of Desire’ is really gonna up the sales!”
“It sure will!” Christine grins.
“Pleasure doing business.” The clerk winks. “Have fun!”
“Oh! We will!” Christine takes my hand and leads me back to the car.

“Ooooooooh! I’m SO excited!” Christine begins reading the features of the strap-on.
I’m still numb and stunned.
“Mark?” Christine places her hand on my thigh.
“Huh?” I ask.
“Aren’t you excited?!” She asks sweetly. “Soon, every girl in Wicker Creek will be able to have your cock and be able to do whatever they want with it!”
“Hah!” I gasp, the reality sinking in.
“I mean, yeah. They won’t know it’s yours, but we will! Hmhm!” She chuckles.
“Chris. Don’t you feel weird about that?” I ask.
Christine looks confused.
Another realization hits me.
“Gah! And Ms Becker was going to make that deal without me?!” I gasp.
Christine rubs my thigh.
“Hey. In the end, she did right by you.”
“Yeah, I guess. But only because YOU stepped in.” I look at her.
She smiles lovingly.
“I’ll always protect you. You know that.” She leans in for a kiss.
I reciprocate.
‘Pwah.’
“And I’ll protect you.” I whisper.
I sit back and buckle up.
“Though, you seem to be better at it than me.” I sigh.
Christine buckles and holds the bag on her lap.
“Just think, Mark! This might ACTUALLY be good money! I bet every girl and woman in Wicker Creek will want one!” Christine shivers with excitement as she repeats herself, doing the math.
She looks over at me and lovingingly tugs my flaccid cock!
“But only I get the real deal. Hmhm!” She winks.
We start driving.
“Hmhm!” She chuckles.
“What?” I ask.
She pats the bag.
“With this, I think technically, I’m going to get to fuck you before you fuck me. Hmhm!”
“Chris!” I yelp.
“Let’s go have some fun, Marky.” She smiles seductively.

The drive home has me deep in thought while Christine reads the features of her new toy.
“Oh! Good! You can use the remote, or the controls are also located on the base!” She exclaims.
“Be sure to thoroughly lubricate before insertion.” She reads. “Good thing the clerk threw in some lube! I didn’t even think about that! Hmhm!”
We pull into my driveway.
“Be sure to hide that from my mom when we go in.” I say.
“Can we try it out right away?!” Christine begs.
I’m legitimately terrified.
“Chris, I don’t know.” I shiver.
“Come on, Mark! The others will be out on patrol again tonight! It’s just us!” Christine caresses my face.
I look at the ‘attachable phallus’ still in packaging on Christine’s lap.
I then take in the rest of my ‘crimson fairy’.
“Fine.” I sigh.
“Eeeeeee!” Christine sqeels with glee.
“But ONLY because we’ll be alone!” I add.
“And-“ Christine takes my face in her hands.
She moves her lips to my ear.
“Because you are mine, Mark.”
She looks me in the eyes.
“And I am yours.”
She kisses me, long and deep.
‘Pwah.’
Our lips part, but our foreheads remain resting against one another.
“But seriously.” She smiles wickedly. “Tonight? You’re mine.”

Magic: The Sealing Of The Id
(The multi-part FINAL saga)

This ‘Exit Only’ Belongs To My ‘One And Only’

Mark’s Perspective:

We exit the car and I take Christine’s hand.
Giggling, we run up the walkway to the door.
“Are you gonna tell your mom about your ‘deal’?” Christine asks.
“No way! She’d kill me!” I gasp.
“I don’t know about that.” Christine smirks. “She might want a ‘Blue Protector’ of her own. Haha!”
“Ew! Chris!” I scowl.
“Hehehehe!” Christine giggles.
I’m stunned by her absolute beauty.
She swings the bag in her other hand as we hop up onto the porch.
The door opens and mom greets us.
“Oh!” We all gasp in unison.
“Mark, you’re home tonight?” Mom asks, surprised.
“Y-Yeah. Relaxing a bit, still.” I say.
Mom looks at Christine.
“ ‘Relaxing’, huh?” She smirks.
She looks at our hands holding one another.
She then looks at my limp penis.
She sighs.
“Well, your sister and the others aren’t home tonight. I think they said they were staying at Tanya’s.”
Fortunately, Christine and I established ‘good behavior’ around both our moms early on in our relationship.
Plus, we could always just use our magic to get away with anything.
Still, something seems to eventually ‘override’ the spellwork and we have to recast our spells.
But my mom is apparently still under tonight.
“I’m heading over to Sophie’s for dinner, so you 2 are on your own.” Mom smirks.
She gives Christine and I a cautious look, then ‘boops’ us both on the nose.
“Be-have, you two.” She smirks and heads to her car.
I’ve actually gotten used to seeing our moms naked.
I usually just make eye contact now.
“Come on!” Christine grabs my hand and pulls me inside.
“Go hop in the shower!” She says as we run up the stairs.
“Not gonna join me?” I ask, surprised.
“After. Just scrub your butt real good and quick and meet me in your bedroom!” She says.
“Chris?!” I gasp.
“Just do it! Hmhm!” She laughs.
“Fine!” I huff, parting ways at the top of the stairs.
I get to the bathroom and slip my binding ring off and onto the counter.
“Ahhaha!” I shiver as my penis swells, extends and arches, and then hop in the shower.

Christine’s perspective:

I get to Mark’s room and open the package.
I read over the instructions again and run to the bathroom where Mark is showering.
I wash the ‘dildo’ and ‘clitoral stimulator’ in the sink per the instructions.
I dry them off and look in the mirror as I put it on.
My cute little vulva disappears as I position the crotch into place.
I fasten the straps and take in my reflection.
“Hah!” I gasp.
It’s so strange!
It’s not exactly ‘cock shaped’ but seeing the protrusion coming from my body is bizarre!
“Haha!” I laugh.
“Chris?” Mark calls out from the shower.
“Oh! Marky!” I smile and tremble.
“Hah!” I gasp as I feel the clit stimulator slide and slip into place.
I had set it to the most ‘petite’ setting.
It’s resting directly on it!
I tighten the straps so it stays in place!
“Hurry up!” I chirp as I head back to his room.
I quickly go around, lighting the candles.
This isn’t a ‘ritual’, but it IS special.
I clear his bed and lay in seductive repose.
I laugh again as the stiff, red appendage points outward.
Not messing with the remote, I begin playing with the controls on the side of the crotch-mount.
I cycle through the settings, convulsing as the different suction and vibration patturns ripple through me!
It already feels amazing!
I begin picturing how Mark and I are going to do this.
I grab the lube and read the instructions.

Mark’s perspective:

I think about everything Christine said as I scrub myself.
Is this really going to be ‘that’ intense?!
It’s also weird to think about Christine being in that position.
I actually CAN’T picture it.
I’m trying, but my brain won’t let me!
Am I scared?
No!
Christine wants this, so, I want this!
But isn’t doing stuff ‘back there’-
I don’t know-
‘Gross’?
But, the way Christine explained it-
I make sure to scrub everything extra well.
I get out and dry off.
I take a moment to appraise myself in the mirror.
Despite my apprehension, the promise of ‘intimate time’ with my Christine has me fully erect-
All 10 inches are on full display!
I grab the binding ring off the counter and head back to Christine.

I blink as my eyes adjust to the dim, romantic candle light.
Christine lit them, casting the room in a soft orange glow.
“Hi, Marky.” Christine says in a low, soft purr.
Adjusted, my eyes focus on her petite form, laying on my bed.
I freeze.
My brain takes a moment to process the scene.
It’s Christine’s beautiful, naked, feminine body, but where her usual sex is, is now a crude red phallus!
She gestures for me to come to her with her finger.
As I’ve done many times before, I crawl onto my bed with her.
I’m used to initiating foreplay, but with the awkwardness of the new ‘implement’, I’m unsure how to proceed.
So, I lay on my side next to her.
I reflexively move my hand down to caress her, but end up bumping the dildo.
“Hah!” She gasps. “Hmhmhm!”
She reaches down and grabs my penis.
She begins slowly stroking.
“Haaaaaah.” I exhale as her expert, loving strokes fill me with ecstacy.
“Here.” She rolls over and grabs the tube of lube.
“Lube me up! Hmhm!” She grins and nods at her phallus.
“This is so weird.” I shake my head.
I squirt the lube onto the red protrusion, then cap the bottle and set it aside.
“Spread it around.” Christine squirms with glee.
I roll my eyes and proceed to slowly stroke the toy, getting it as slick as possible.
Christine gasps, reacting to the shifting of the toy as I lube it up.
My hand hits one of the buttons at the base of the dildo.
“Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!”
I pull my hand away as the red dildo begins vibrating!
“Ah! Ooooooooh!” Christine convulses and moans.
I watch as she writhes, dancing her fingers over the controls at the base of the dildo.
She finds the right button and the buzzing stops.
“Hah!” She sighs, sharply.
She convulses a couple more times, then looks at me.
A huge grin spreads on her face as she begins laughing.
“Hehehehehe!”
“Is that, um, enough?” I nod at the slick apparatus.
She looks at it.
“Mhm! I think so.” She looks at my hand. “Might not want to waste that.” She smirks.
“Well, I can’t put it back in the tube.” I look at the tube of lube next to the remote.
Christine sits up and grabs the remote.
“Um, Mark.” She bites her lip. “You’re supposed to put it on your-“ She wiggles her hips.
“Oh. Right.” Instinctively, I go to rub it on my own erect penis.
“No!” Christine yelps.
I freeze.
“Your butthole, dummy! Hehehe!” She giggles.
Of course that’s where it goes!
But can I really-?!
Shaking, I lean forward on my knees.
I move my hand between my legs.
“Hmhm!” Christine chuckles.
I freeze.
“Can you, um-“ I hesitate. “Can you look away?”
“Hahaha! Mark! Come on! I’m about to be back there anyway!” Christine points out the obvious.
“Ugh!” I grunt as I quickly wipe the excess lube on my own crack and rectum!
It feels so wrong!
I look at Christine as she kneels before me-
The glistening red dildo in her lap.
I do notice a slightly pleasant ‘tickle’ as I spread the lube.
I move my hands so that I’m now on all 4’s over top of Christine.
Christine leans up and kisses me.
“Ready?” She asks.
“No?” I sigh , forcing a smirk.
I adjust so she can get out from under me.
She moves behind me, setting the remote down.
Instinctively, I straighten up.
Christine embraces me.
“Stay forward.” She whispers, sliding her hands to my back.
She gently pushes me forwards.
I again find myself on my hands and knees.
“Spread your legs a bit more?” Christine says in a shaky voice.
“Unnnnn.” I groan as I do.
“Here we go, Marky.” She says.
I feel her calves on the inside of mine as she scooches.
I feel the cool, smooth, slippery tip of the dildo slide into my buttcrack!
I tense up!
Christine moves her hands to my hips.
She pulls my hips back!
“Nonono! No. No.” I straighten up again.
Christine cradles my chest, resting her head on my back.
The lube feels so wrong-
So alien!
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you..” Christine whispers.
I feel calming warmth spill into me-
Relaxing me.
She’s using her energy to calm me!
“Lean forward. Trust me.” Christine whispers.
She leans forward with me.
“Chris! Please!” I gasp.
But my body turns malleable under her touch.
“Mark.” She whispers. “Lean forward.”
I do.
She straightens up again, sliding her hands down my back.
“Just stay like that, okay?” She asks.
I grip the sheets.
I still feel the calming energy.
“Relax. It’s me.” She whispers.
“Shoooooooooooooo.” I let out a deep exhale.
I then feel pressure again as she slowly moves the dildo forward!
The sensation is the most uncomfortable, VIOLATING sensation I’ve ever felt!
She slowly guides it down, then IN!
The entrance is shocking!
“NnnnnnnnnnnnnnyAAAAHHHH!” I moan.
I tremble as the dildo settles into place for the first time!
She moves slow and deliberately.
I feel the dildo slide over something deep inside!
It’s electric!
It’s like when the girls use magic!
But this feels stronger!
More, ‘raw’!
My penis twitches!
“AaaaahAAAAAH!” I gasp and moan as I bury my face in the sheets.
“Are you okay?!” Christine gasps.
I pant for a few moments as I adjust to the alien sensation.
I feel my cock twitching!
But it’s coming from deep inside!
“Is it in?” Christine asks, sweetly.
“MHMM!” I nod aggressively.
Christine’s petite hands gently slide over my hips, lower back and sides of my buttocks.
“Shhhhhh! Just relax Mark. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” She says lovingly.
It doesn’t feel good, yet.
Not ‘pleasurable’.
Not at all.
But not… ‘bad’ either.
Christine’s hands rubbing me feel a lot better than the foreign object currently connecting us on a new, ‘deep’ level.
“Mark. Hand me remote, by your head.” She nods.
I turn my head and move slowly to pick it up.
Every move I make right now makes me aware of the object inside of me!
Agonizingly slow, I finally lift the remote behind me.
Christine seductively slides her hand over mine as she takes it.
I feel the dildo slide a bit as she sits up again.
“Ugh!” I grunt.
I feel Christine rub my lower back with her free hand, calming me.
“Here we go.” Christine whispers.
I hear a the remote ‘click’.
‘Vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvv.’
The vibrations fill my insides!
“Hap!” I inhale sharply, clenching the sheets in my fists!
My body convulses!
“Oooooooooooh!” I hear Christine moan behind me.
That’s right!
This thing had some sort of ‘clit thing’ for her, right?!
The pulsing protrusion is hitting and resting on something deep inside of me!
Something physical!
“OH! GAH!” I gasp.
I feel my cock spasming!
It’s the hardest it’s ever been!
“Ooooooh Maaaaaark!” Christine moans.
I want to feel her!
I want to hold her!
Kiss her!
But-
“Vvvt-vvvt-vvvt-vvvt!”
I feel the dildo slide back and forth, ever so slightly!
Chris’ hands remain gentle and comforting, but also in complete control.
“AH!” I feel it.
The strong ‘magnetic pulsing’ in my pelvis, genitals, anus and forehead!
“Huh?!” Christine gasps.
“M-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-rk?) Christine’s voice fades as I rise up out of my body!

I float above the scene below now.
(Mark!) Christine echoes.
I am instantly made aware of her presence as her red astral body takes shape before me!
She floats, contorting her body and writhing in the air.
I realize I’m doing the same.
I can still FEEL everything!
(What’s wrong? What happened?!) She echoes.
(I-I don’t know! I swear! I was just feeling the most intense- you know- and then ‘this’ happened!) I echo.
(Oh! Hmhmhm! Wow!) Christine echoes.
Both of our astral bodies remain ‘glitchy’ as she takes my hand and we drift down to examine ourselves in third-person.
The scene seems to be playing in super slow motion as we take it in-
Christine’s green eyes are dreamy as she stares down at my back, mouth agape.
She’s holding my hips as she gently thrusts.
It appears as though her small breasts are ‘jiggling’ ever so slightly.
My face is turned to the side, eyes shut tight as I press into the matress, clenching the covers in my fists.
(Oh! Wow!) Christine echoes. (This is SO HOT!)
I don’t know about that.
(Mark, I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now-) Christine drifts closer.
(You’ve got a great ass! Hmhm!) She chuckles.
I drift around behind her body.
I examine her cute, toned butt as it clenches with each thrust.
(So do you.) I smile.
(Mmmmmmmm!) Christine moans. (Gah! Do you feel that?!)
Waves of hot, tickling, tingling pleasure are surging through my physical and astral body!
(Nnnnnnnnn! Yeah, I do. What’s happening though? Why did we project?!) I ask.
(Hmmm. Well, it could be that this triggered some kind of new ‘reaction’ in our energy centers.) Christine shrugs. (It’s almost like I can-) She drifts closer.
(I wonder.) Christine echoes.
(Wha-?!) I feel it as we watch in 3rd person.
Christine changes her thrusting patturn, gripping my hips tighter!
I feel it!
(OOOOOOOH! CHRIS! WHA-?!) I echo as I feel the orgasmic energy surge in both my physical AND astral bodies!
I’m suddenly ripped back into my physical body, all my senses returning!
I rise up, knees still spread wide, as my erect penis spasms, drooling and glistening with precum!
It’s like a raw nerve!
The vibrations from deep inside my rectum travel along my taint, into my balls and into my penis!
Chistine’s petite hands remain on the forward portion of my hips!
The ‘buzz’ surges through my rectum and penis and-

Christine’s perspective:

Mark’s astral body vanishes- ripped back into his physical body, no doubt.
I can’t take my eyes off the scene before me though.
I never could have imagined a scene like this.
Mark looks so vulnerable-
So beautiful like this.
And he’s letting me do this!
He’s letting me ‘pleasure’ him in the most intimate way possible!
And me-
I look-
Powerful!
I FEEL powerful!
Suddenly, Mark’s body rises up on his knees!
His massive penis is rigid-
Sticking straight up!
Gah!
He’s leaking fiercely!
I can see every veign-
Every muscle tense on his body!
Then, it happens.
Without either one of us touching his cock, he begins spraying cum!
All over his bed!
I feel myself ripped back into my body as I too, begin orgasming!

Mark’s perspective:

“OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!” I moan as I erupt from deep inside!
The ‘buzzing’ sensation only grows stronger as I begin cumming.
Christine’s petite hands hold firm against my pelvis.
There’s an audible ‘splurting’ as cum shoots across my bedspread!
The vibrations continue sending intense waves of pleasure through my rectum, taint, balls and cock!
The heat and sensation is almost unbearable!
“Oooooooh! Maaaaaaaark!” Christine moans, pressing her body against my back as she slides her hands forward to grip my penis!
Her touch is another layer of intense pleasure that pushes things even further!
As she grips my penis from behind, I feel the dildo slide deeper!
A fresh jet of cum begins spraying from my cock!
My body moves on it’s own, I reach my hands behind me to grip Christine’s petite, firm buttocks!
I squeeze and press her deeper against me!
She screams and squeezes my harder, sending another jet of cum splattering my bedspread!

Christine’s perspective:

I can’t see it, but I can feel his body shake and I can hear it!
Mark is cumming!
I made Mark cum like this!
The clitoral suction feature is nice, but the fact that I just made Mark cum from this is enough to make ME cum!
I want Mark to feel everything!
I slide my hands forward to grip his cock and pull him closer.
I want him to feel-
Suddenly, Mark reaches back and grabs my butt!
He squeezes me tight against his body!
I can feel him press and part my cheeks!
OH GAH!
“AAAAAAAAAAAH!” I scream as hot waves of orgasm flood my senses!
I grip his cock with both hands, feeling his cum pump through it!
I bury my face against his broad back as our shared orgasm continues!

Mark’s perspective:

I don’t know how long it lasts.
It feels like minutes.
Several, agonizingly, intensely pleasurable minutes!
But finally, the sensation overwhelms me.
I feel like I’m slipping back into the black ‘in between’ of this plane and the astral.
I can’t take anymore!
I release Chris’ butt as I lurch forward onto my hands, avoiding the long puddle of cum soaking into my bedspread.
“Ahhaha!” I moan/gasp/yelp as the dildo slides from my rectum with a wet, ‘suctiony’ ‘sklurp’!
I immediately collapse onto my side, feeling the excess lube leak from inside me.
I pant as my body goes numb.
I can’t move.
I feel myself drooling.
Christine rests back on her knees, also panting.
Beneath our breathing, there’s the steady ‘buzzing’ of the dildo.
I look at Christine.
She smiles wide.
She reaches down to the mounted controls on the dildo and switches it off.
“So,” She pants. “Was it good? Hmhm!”
I push myself up, feeling a renewed energy begin to flow through me.
I kneel next to Christine.
I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand and lean in, kissing her deep.
She gasps and moves her hands to cradle my face.
I don’t say it out loud, but the thought-
The FEELING refuses to remain hidden.
After what just happened-
She owns me.
I am hers.
(I love you.) I echo.

Magic: The Sealing Of The Id
(The multi-part FINAL saga)

A New Weapon-

Mark’s perspective:

(I love you.) I echo.
“Hah!” Christine gasps.
Her hands remain holding my face.
Her eyes begin to water.
Those beautiful emeralds shimmer beneath a surface of raw emotion.
My heart is hammering so hard it hurts!
Christine bites her lip as tears begin to flow.
I reach up and wipe her cheek with my thumb.
She grabs my hand and holds it to her face.
She moves her other hand to caress my own face.
She leans in and kisses me.
Long and soft.
“I love you, too.” She whispers.
“Hah!” I gasp.
I feel a twinge in my heart!
‘Hearing’ the words-
Actually HEARING them-!
Tears begin flowing from my eyes now.
“Chris.” I whisper.
I stare into those shimmering emeralds.
“I love you.”
“Hah!” We gasp in unison.
“I love you!” I say louder.
“Hehehehe!” We begin laughing.
Christine is panting.
I wipe the tears from my eyes.
“My turn.” I whisper.
“Huh?” Christine gasps as I begin undoing the buckles on the dildo mount.
“Oh! Mark!” She gasps.
I pull the apparatus away and see her slit and sparse copper pubic hair glistening with her own wetness!
I press my mouth against her, inhaling her sweetness!

Christine’s perspective:

This was supposed to be about making Mark feel good.
He’s such a generous lover!
Lover-
Mark LOVES me!
I just fucked him in the ass, and he loves me!
I feel-
I cant think!
“Oooooooooooh!” I moan.
Mark barely slides his tongue along my slit and I’m cumming again!
I feel myself gushing!
I grab Mark’s head and press him into me.
He doesn’t fight!
His tongue goes lower!
I can’t take it!
“Mark!” I grip his hair, lifting his head to look at me.
“Your cock!” I gasp.
Mark looks stunned.
“I-“ My emotions and arousal are blinding me!
“I want your cock!” I repeat.
Mark’s face goes stearn.
“Chris,” He says softly. “We can’t.”
“Just-“ I beg. “Please! Just-“
I NEED it!
I need to feel it against me!
Against my-
“Just rest it against me!” I beg!
Mark never breaks eye contact as I pull him up and he holds himself over top of me.
I look down.
His massive erect penis is pointing at my face, hovering inches above my vulva!
I reach down and grip his butt, pulling him against me-
Pulling the underside of his cock to rest against my slit and clit!
“Uhhhhhhhhnnnnnnnnnnn!” I moan as I rub my sex against his!
Mark rests his weight on top of me-
He’s so gentle and comforting!
My moan is silenced as he kisses me.
I move my hips, sliding slightly along his cock!
I force my tongue into his mouth, parting his lips to french kiss.
He does the same!
His tongue is just as talented on my own as it is on my sex!
I feel my forehead tingle, but I fight to stay in my body-
To continue this physical experience.
“Mmmm!” Mark moans from our pressed lips.
I move one hand from his hip to grip the back of his head.
(Stay with me, Mark! Stay present!) I echo.
I continue moving my hips-
Hot, electric pleasure shooting through me as Mark’s penis rubs my slit and clit!
(Chris! I’m going to-!) Mark echoes.
(Me too!) I echo.
“MMMMMMMMMMM!”
We moan in unison as I begin to orgasm.
Mark moves his hips faster and harder and I feel it!
He trembles violently!
There’s a sudden, powerful ‘splash’ of hot liquid that hits beneath our chins!
I hold his neck in place and continue our lip-locked french kiss as another splash of hot cum hits our chins and necks!
I can feel him convulsing on top of me!
There’s a thick, hot ‘slickness’ between our chests and torso’s now, as well as a ‘squishing’ sound accompanying our muffled moans of pleasure.

Mark’s perspective:

I know I need to pull away from Christine as I feel my cum spread.
But this contact-
Her embrace-
I don’t want this to end!
“Mpwah!” Christine gasps as our lips part.
Bad timing.
Just as our lips part and I lift away slightly, another rocket of cum hits us both in the face!
“Ah!” We yelp in unison!
I am aware of how close my cock is to her privates and quickly push myself up as yet another jet of cum sprays from it!
This time, Christine’s face takes the full load!
“Ah!” She yelps before shutting her eyes and mouth tightly.
My cum splashes across her lips, nose, between her eyes and forehead!
“OH GAH! CHRIS! I’M SOR-!”
Before I can get it all the way out, Christine- still with her hand on the back of my neck- pulls me back down into a another passionate kiss!
I taste the delicious, ‘fruity’ sweetness of my own cum as she purposely parts my lips with her tongue, forcing the cum that had gotten in her mouth into my own!
“Mmmmmmph!” I groan.
“Hmhmhmhmhm!” Christine begins laughing as we kiss.
That laughter continues as she lets me up.
“Hahahahaha!”
“Oh, jeez!” I groan as I look down at our cum covered bodies.
With my orgasm trapped between us, it had nowhere else to go.
Christine remains relaxed back.
She rests her hand on her chest and gently wipes the cum in circles.
I know it’s fucked up.
Though the severing of contact has halted my orgasm, seeing her lay there, covered in a coat of milky white slickness is keeping me fully erect!
“Tasty? Hehehehe!” She giggles.
I reflexively lick my lips.
“Hah!” I gasp.
It actually IS tasty!
“Shit!” I gasp as I wipe my mouth.
We laugh and then sigh as my penis remains erect and twitching, not yet done with my current orgasm.
Christine gingerly looks at the mattress beneath and around her.
A thick string of cum hangs from her hair!
“We better get these sheets in the wash before it soaks the mattress!” She gasps.
“Right.” I nod and stand, holding my hands against my lower abs to catch the dripping mess.
Christine rolls over and slides herself along the sheets to remove some of the cum.
She stands and tugs the sheets free.
She shoves them into my arms and I immediately wipe down my own torso.

After about 15 minutes of immediate clean up, the sheets are in the wash and Christine and I are back in my room.
She picks up the strap on again.
“Oh! It’s still lubed up!” She gasps.
She sees that I am still rock hard, and cocks an eyebrow.
“Mark, before we shower, I want to try something.” She bites her lip.
Her hair is still matted with cum.
“What?” I sigh.
“Go get the binding ring.” She smirks.
“What? Why?” I ask.
“Mark. Go get the binding ring.” She repeats, her aura flashing red.
“Hey! Chris!” I yelp as my body moves on it’s own.
I return to the bathroom and retrieve the binding ring.
I re-enter my bedroom to see that Christine is once again fastening the dildo into place!
“Put it on.” She says, nodding at the binding ring.
I do as she says, but still voice my confusion.
“I don’t get it.” I shake my head as I slip it into place.
“Ah!” I yelp as I feel my energy seal away and my penis goes flaccid.
“Happy?” I ask, placing my hands on my hips.
“Very. Now come here.” She smirks and seductively motions with her finger for me to join her on the bed again. “Assume the position.”
“Ugh.” I grumble as I crawl onto the bed, still feeling the slickness of the lube in my buttcrack.
On my hands and knees in front of Christine, I feel her hands on my hips.
Once again, I feel the slick dildo slide down my crack until it slips in!
“Ah haha!” I shiver as Christine pulls my hips back towards her!
As the dildo slides over that spot deep inside, I feel my dick try to rise, but the ring keeps me flaccid.
“Mark.” Christine gently rubs my back. “Pick up the remote.”
I slide my hand over and pick up the small device.
I hold it up over my shoulder for her to take it.
“You do it.” She says.
“Huh?” I ask.
“You play with the remote this time. The right buttons control the dildo, the left buttons control the clit stimulator. I want to focus on what I’m doing back here.” Christine explains.
“Huh?” I ask. “What do you mean?”
Christine leans forward, gently rubbing my hips and groin.
I then feel the dildo slide backwards a bit, then Christine pulls my hips back as she slides the dildo forwards again!
“Oh! Gaaaaaaah!” I moan.
This feels so wrong!
But not bad.
She slowly moves backwards and forwards.
“Mark. The stimulator.” Christine whispers.
“O-Oh. R-right.” I grunt.
I begin cycling through the settings for the clit stimulator.
I feel the separate vibrations as it begins it’s function.
Christine convulses and grips my hips tighter!
“Th-That one! L-Leave it!” She gasps.
Her shaking moves the dildo inside me slightly.
I remember I can now control the dildo’s vibrations as well.
I begin cycling through.
“Uuuuunnnnnng!” I moan and bury my face in the mattress as I find a pulsing ‘wave-like’ vibration patturn!
That, coupled with Christine’s gentle thrusting and touch has me immediately reaching my limit!
But the ring keeps me limp!
I feel my cock and balls swinging as Christine gently thrusts!
I’m convulsing!
It feels like I’m on the verge of cumming, but it just keeps building and building!
I’m panting!
With the ring keeping my energy and erection in check, all there is is raw, pure sensation!
Christine slides her hands forward, keeping my hips in place with her wrists as she wraps her hands around my cock!
My body is like an exposed nerve!
Christine’s external touch, mixed with the internal pleasure of the dildo is too much!
“M-Mark?” Christine pants as she slowly thrusts. “Are-you-o-kay?”
All I can do is nod and drool.
She continues her slow, rhythmic thrusting.
“I-really-like-this.” Christine says as she thrusts.
She gently squeezes my flaccid cock with both hands!
“Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng!” I moan as her grip results in a steady flow of precum!
I feel like I’m having an orgasm, but it’s not the explosive, blinding, eruption I’ve become used to!
It’s a steady, growing, tightening from deep inside!
I clench my fists.
“Mark. I-know-your-en-er-gy-is-seeled-but-fo-cus-on-it-buil-ding!” Christine pants as she thrusts.
“Ugh! I’ll try-y-y-y-y-y!” I moan as I convulse.
I focus.
The sensation is intense!
I can feel it in my cock, balls, anus and taint, and deeper!
In my center!
Christine tugs my limp penis.
That’s it!
Like fighting a Feeder!
I feel the magnetic pulse deep inside!
It’s like an undertow wave, rolling just up to the beach, then sinking back into the ocean.
My energy reaches that point-
Just as it does right before being unleashed in an attack, then, it doubles back-
Building up my stored energy!
“I-feel-it!” I gasp with each of Christine’s thrusts!
“Good! Keep- it- go-ing! Let- it- build!” She instructs as she thrusts.
I do my best.
My focus is fractured, though.
I know how to visualize my energy, but another vision keeps distracting me-
It isn’t like before, when we projected-
It’s just the very real action of Christine literally fucking me in the ass!
It’s humiliating!
And degrading!
Or at least, it SHOULD be.
But her touch and movements right now are so sensual-
So… loving.
I lift my head and raise my body by pushing up a bit to look in the dresser mirror.
Christine notices my face looking at our reflection.
She bites her lip and smiles.
I feel her thrusts slow down, but go deeper, exaggerating her movements, putting on a show.
I see my limp cock and balls, swinging between my legs, drooling precum onto the bed.
But then, our eyes meet.
I lose myself in those beautiful emeralds.
Christine rolls her neck, letting her crimson hair cascade down one side of her neck and shoulder.
“Mmmmm!” She moans as I feel her body tremble behind me.
I’m not sure how long we go for-
How long we watch our scene in the mirror, before Christine grips my hips tighter and begins thrusting a bit faster-
A bit deeper!
“Fo-cus, Mark.” Christine instructs.
“I- am.” I grunt. “I-cant-go-fur-ther!”
I wince as the building waves that have continued to roll in and out have now reached tsunami levels!
Christine suddenly slides her hands up my chest!
She leans back, pulling me up straight and embracing me from behind!
Needing something to brace and grip, I reach behind me and grab Christine’s ass!
“Ung! Mark!” She gasps.
The thrusting and sliding has stopped, but the deep, thudding vibrations continue to ripple through me!
My limp penis is drooling a constant clear string of precum!
Both Christine and I shudder, violently as she embraces me from behind.
Trembling, I pick up the remote.
I click the vibrations off.
The tsunami that had been building inside slowly receeds back into my core.
Christine continues to tremble as she embraces me from behind.
“Ahahaaaah!” I moan as I feel the dildo slide from my ass with a wet ‘slurping’ sound.
I remain kneeling, in shock as Christine scoots off the bed to stand before me.
“Shoooooooo!” She exhales as she trembles.
I’m still shaking!
The physical reactions have stopped, but in my center-
Where my Sacral Energy resides, I can feel a renewed ‘swirling’.
I feel more energy flowing through me than ever before!
But how?!
“Mark? Can you feel that?” Christine whispers, trembling.
“Uh huh.” I nod and wince.
I check to make sure the binding ring is still intact and in place.
It is.
“H-How?” I look at Christine.
“Well, I guess we never tried that.” Christine shrugs.
“Just because the ring keeps your energy contained, it doesn’t mean you can’t build it up?”
“Is that a question?” I ask.
“Well, I can’t feel it anymore, but when I was ‘inside you’, I could.”
Christine swoons.
“Oh, Marky! That was incredible!” She hugs herself.
For a brief moment, her aura flickers red.
“Heh!” I chuckle.
I move to get up off the bed and feel the uncomfortable slickness in my anus.
“Ugh!” I grunt as I remain kneeling on the bed.
“Jeez!” Christine gently removes the apparatus. “That clit stimulator is no joke! We’ll need to put the same spell on it we did on our uniforms so we don’t burn it up with our energy when we use it in battle.”
“What?!” I gasp.
“Well, yeah. You felt it. With this thing, we’ll be able to unleash a MASSIVE amount of Sacral Energy all at once while continuing to build it up.” Christine shrugs.
“Maybe we can use a sling or something so I can ride you properly.” She thinks.
“ ‘Ride me?!’ “ I gasp.
Her face lights up.
“Ooooooo! Marky! We’re gonna be a real team!”
She steps next to the bed and takes my face in her hands.
She leans in and rests her forehead against mine.
“I know we still need to save Julie, but tonight was-“ Christine kisses me.
I think we’d both selfishly pushed everything aside this evening in favor of enjoying one another.
But ultimately, if we use this newfound ‘weapon’ to save Julie some how, then tonight was more than just a shared intimate encounter between Christine and I.

Christine’s perspective:

Mark’s lips are so soft.
His thoughts of me…
Magical!
“Pwah!” Our lips part.
“The binding ring. My energy. I get how I can build it up, but how are you able to sense it?” Mark asks.
I was the one who discovered the binding ring in our book.
I’m fully aware of how it works.
But he’s right.
I SHOULDN’T be able to sense his energy.
But somehow, intuitively, I know.
“Our bond.” I whisper. “Our-“
I bite my lip, hesitant to let the word free.
“Love.” Mark whispers.
“Hah!” I gasp.
“I think it’s because of our love.” Mark says, looking into my eyes.
I feel tears of joy as my heart pounds!
“I love you, Christine.” Mark says.
“Mmmmm!” The tears flow as I nod.
“I love you, too, Mark.” I smile.

Mark and Christine are allowed by the others to enjoy their break after Mark’s passing his exams.
As well as bonding even deeper, the young lovers never lose sight of their current objective:
Finding Julie and exorcising the Id.
They do trust the others to keep them informed, but James and Tanya encourage Mark to enjoy his upcoming graduation.
Even Emily begrudgingly suggests they enjoy this reprieve from the constant Sacral Feeder fights of the previous year.
So, while Mark and Christine continue to indulge, and James and Tanya continue to search, Emily digs deeper into her research and meditation, committed to finding a way to find and save Julie.

Things carrie on this way until, finally, the day of Mark’s graduation from Wicker Creek Highschool arrives.
“Hmmmmmmm.” Mark leans on the kitchen table as he examines his graduation attire that has just arrived.
“What? Were you expecting a cap AND a gown? Hmhm!” Christine chuckles as Mark lifts the black square of fabric with a red tassle from the box.
“I’m really gonna have to be on a stage naked, AGAIN?!” He groans.
Christine rubs his back.
“Hmhm! Yup! But at least you won’t be alone this time.” She smirks. “The entire school will be there to see you off, as well as the Middle and Elementary schools. AND, don’t forget, they’ll all be naked, too.”
Mark shakes his head.
“Why are they inviting the middle and elementary classes? It’s just a highschool graduation.”
“Well, I guess it’s a big deal when one of the ONLY 2 boys in Wicker Creek graduates and goes off to college.” Christine hugs him.
“It’s not like I’m leaving town. I got into WCU, remember?” He says.
“Yeah, that still means a lot of girls are losing out!” Christine shrugs. “Me included.” She frowns.
Mark smiles and pulls her to him, kissing her forehead.
“It’s not gonna be that bad.” Mark sighs. “Especially if I get a single dorm. Then, you could visit me whenever you want.”
“Hah!” Christine gasps.
“What? Like you aren’t just gonna transform and ‘hop’ over to the campus every night?” Mark smirks.
“Well, yeah, I COULD do that.” Christine bights her lip, thinking, looking serious. “IF I keep my powers.”
“Why would you-?” Mark cuts himself off as the implication hits.
“Chris! You can’t! WE can’t!” Mark gasps.
Christine hugs him.
“Not until we save Julie, of course. But once we do that-
Once we seal the Id away-
We won’t need to stay-“
“Oh! You kids are home?” Mark’s mom says, surprised as she enters the kitchen.
“Hi Ms Grayhart!” Christine smiles as she steps up to take one of the bags of groceries from Mark’s mom.
“Oh! Thank you Christine. Mark, there are more in the car if you 2 don’t mind.” Ms Grayhart instructs.
“On it.” Mark nods.

After Mark and Christine help with the groceries, they join his mom at the table as she smiles, examining Mark’s graduation cap.
“Oooooooooh! My little boy is graduating highschool! He’s all grown up!” Mom teases.
“And he passed his final exams!” Christine beams.
“Mhm! I’m SO proud of you, Mark.” Mom hugs him.
Mark awkwardly pulls his pelvis back, avoiding contact with his naked mom.
“I was shocked when that WCU acceptance letter came in already!” Mom chirps.
“Yeah, I guess the schools automatically send the test results to the campus. It was kind of nice not having to apply.” Mark shrugs.
“It’s just a local community college, though. Not that big a deal.”
“But still! If and when you decide to move away, it’ll look good on any application!” Mom adds.
“Yeah, but we have the whole summer to figure that out!” Christine pouts. “I just wanna spend time with you until then!”
She hugs him tight.
“Guys! I still need to ACTUALLY graduate.” Mark nods at the cap on the table.
“Good thing the auditorium is large enough for all the students of both schools.” Christine adds. “Everyone will be there!” She winks.
Mark rolls his eyes.
“Speaking of everyone, Mark, have you seen your sister?” Mom asks. “I know she’d been studying for her own end of grade testing, but you both passed. Where on earth does she keep disappearing to?”
“Oh! I think she’s been spending time with some of the older girls who are also graduating.” Christine offers.
“Ah. Makes sense.” Mom shrugs.
In reality, Emily is still searching and researching for Julie.
But, it’s a good explanation for mom.
“Speaking of graduating, what time do we need to be at the rec center?” Mom asks.
“11:00 am this Saturday.” Mark sighs. “Why can’t they do this during the week?”
“Because, BOTH schools need to be free. It’s tradition!” Christine smiles.
“Plus, that way, most of the parents will be off work and free to attend as well.” Mom adds.

And so, the day of Mark’s highschool graduation arrives.
The majority of Wicker Creek fills the WC Rec Center parking lot.
Teachers, mothers, students and the principles and the Headmistress herself are all in attendance.
Mark anxiously paces behind the stage curtains along with the handful of his naked classmates who are also graduating.
While being on stage in front of everyone is nerve wracking enough, the cause of Mark’s nerves is something else-
A plan his sister Emily set into motion.
A plan, that if carried out properly would draw out the Id for a final conflict…