Unofficial Reality

TITLE: Unofficial Reality
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
PAIRING: Pratty/Sugar/Sanary/Razzy
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: I haven't really been in a writing mood lately. Hopefully this piece of plotless smut will help change matters.
WARNING: This fic deals with futanari, or dickgirls. If you're not comfortable with that, please don't read this piece of plotless smut. Then again, if you're not comfortable with four girls having sex together, please don't read this either. Thank you.


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It had been a very beautiful wedding ceremony, but it had also been a lie. It had been held in the Great Hall of Wystern's Central Tower. Pratty had been wearing the groom's black, even though she'd much rather have worn a white dress just this once. But Sugar had put her foot down and insisted that her husband would look like, well, her husband. There had been only one bridesmaid, Sanary, in a splendid light blue dress and one best man, Razzy, in a black similar to Pratty's. Without a real parent figure it had fallen onto Sakuro to give away the bride. But Sakuro's presence had been but a brief little detail as Sugar floated down the isle, as radiant as any girl could be as she approached the woman she loved.

It really had been a very beautiful ceremony. Officially Pratty was now married to Sugar, her Guardian Beast. Most people of Wystern had been surprisingly OK with the pairing, even if they did find it a bit unconventional.

Little did they know that the unofficial reality was even less conventional.

The wedding reception had lasted an agonisingly long time for Pratty, so she'd secretly been quite happy when Sugar pulled her away just after they'd finished shaking hands and cutting cake. Pratty had felt that she ought to argue a bit with Sugar's claim that when two people were married everything that followed should be about them being together and not about them mingling with lots of other people, but because Pratty secretly agreed with her she hadn't argued at all.

So now Pratty was carrying Sugar in her arms like tradition demanded. It wasn't very hard since Sugar could float after all, but it was all still very symbolic. And so Pratty carried her young wife over the threshold to their apartment and then over the threshold to their modest bedroom. And there, sitting on the large bed, were, officially speaking, the bridesmaid and the best man. They were naked, the fingers of Sanary's hand entwined with those of Razzy's.

Pratty carefully lowered Sugar to the floor (or as close to the floor as Sugar ever came) and watched as Razzy and Sanary, never letting go of each other's hands, stood up, walked towards them, put their free arms around them and kissed them.

Officially, Pratty had married Sugar today. In reality, Pratty had married Sugar, Sanary and Razzy.

Pratty still wasn't really sure how it had happened. How the four of them had smoothly crossed the line between friends and lovers. In a way it was amazing how they hadn't exploded with jealousy. Perhaps it was even more amazing that there was no jealousy. There were fights, of course, but nobody had ever really been vying for anyone's affection. They just loved each other. It was as simple and as complicated as that.

And now they were married.

Razzy's lips parted with Sugar's as Sanary's parted with Pratty's. Pratty, Sanary and Sugar all found themselves blushing. Razzy just smiled.

"You know," said Razzy, one hand still on Sugar's back, the other still holding Sanary's, "two of us aren't dressed properly."

Sanary rolled her eyes dramatically. "That was lame."

Razzy grinned. "Still true, though."

By unspoken agreement, the group let go of each other. A moment later, Razzy and Sanary were pressed against Pratty, their lips meeting. Their kiss was a bit awkward and clumsy, but no less intense or loving if Pratty had been kissing only one of them. Hands began wandering across Pratty's body and started undoing buttons. Her black jacket quickly landed on the floor, but once her white shirt was half undone, the girls paused their undressing of her. Razzy kissed her again while Sanary's hand slipped into her shirt and half exposed her left breast, caressing it.

Pratty closed her eyes and moaned almost imperceptably, passively enjoying the attention Razzy and Sanary gave her. And now that her body slowly became more and more exposed, the hand of the two girls never seemed to leave her flesh, touching, stroking and caressing her everywhere. Somehow, without Pratty really noticing it, their loving hands easily stripped her upper body. Once she was naked down to the waist, Razzy and Sanary kneeled and undid her pants, a process that went a lot more quickly. Razzy took Pratty's panties and slowly slid them down towards the floor. Sanary leaned up slightly and kissed Pratty between her legs, finding her already wet. Pratty moaned again, this time a bit louder.

Now that she was naked, Sanary and Razzy stood up and the three kissed each other again, Pratty marvelling at the feeling of their naked bodies pressing against her. Then they turned to Sugar who was biting her lower lip with a flushed face. Smiling, Pratty, Sanary and Razzy went to her and kissed her on the lips one by one. Then they began undressing her. But while ridding Pratty of her tuxedo gave her undressers plenty of opportunity to touch and fondle her, Sugar's magnificent wedding dress had to be undone with a bit more care and a lot less intimacy.

Eventually, Sugar's dress came off and was laid carefully on the floor, allowing the girls to give Sugar the attention they wanted to give her. Pratty, standing behind her, put her hand on Sugar's cheek and turned her face enough to kiss her. Sanary, standing next to her, leaned forward to lick and suckle her breasts. Razzy, kneeling before her, kissed the lips of her pussy, her tongue slipping inside. Pratty, Sanary and Razzy held Sugar steady with their hands as they pleasured her with their mouths. Experience had told them that Sugar was prone to lose herself in her arousal to the point of spontaneously falling out of the air. Pratty could tell Sugar was reaching that point even know. She could tell by the way her wife breathed, how her tongue played with her own, how her body pressed against Pratty's in response to Razzy's tongue, even by the way she gasped when Sanary circled her nipple. Pratty was prepared when Sugar did fall and because she was the one standing behind her it was she who really caught her while Razzy and Sanary continued lavishing attention onto her body. Sugar's lips broke away from Pratty's when even the act of kissing her lover became too difficult for her. Writhing with lust in Pratty's arms, her breasts made shiny by Sanary's saliva and her juices flowing into Razzy's mouth, Sugar gasped and whined and moaned until her breath caught in her throat and she came shudderingly.

Once her orgasm had passed, Razzy and Sanary let go of Sugar, allowing Pratty to gather her up in her arms. Sugar put her arms around her and smiled at her, her eyes filled with love and lust, before kissing her again.

The four of them walked the few paces necessary to reach their bed. Razzy and Sanary lay down, caressing and kissing each other. Pratty lay Sugar down on her back and kissed her, their breasts pressing together. A hand was put on Pratty's shoulder and she was rolled off Sugar and onto her right side so that she was facing Razzy. Razzy put her arms around her and kissed her, their legs entwining. Pratty could feel Sugar's hands reaching towards her from behind her and cupping her breasts, her thumbs touching her nipples.

"Uhm..."

Everything stopped. The girls never talked when they were together like this. There was no more need to. So it was with no small amount of surprise that Pratty, Sanary and Razzy all turned to look at Sugar who pulled her hands away from Pratty's breasts and blushed heavily.

"Yes?" said Sanary, the puzzlement in her voice mirroring that felt by Razzy and Pratty.

"Do you know how we always talked about having children?" Sugar mumbled.

Razzy blinked. "You want to talk about adoption now?"

"No," said Sugar. "It's just that, it's our wedding night and I thought, maybe now... just this one time..."

Understanding dawned on Sanary's face. "Are you saying you can change into a man?"

"Not entirely," said Sugar, not capable of blushing even more than she already did. "But enough."

Pratty's mouth fell open and she could do nothing to stop it. "You never told me that."

Sugar shook her head. "Never mind. I'm sorry I brought it up."

"Sorry?"

Razzy climbed over Pratty, embraced Sugar tightly and kissed her hard. Pratty was alone for only a moment because Sanary took her in her arms and pulled her close, though they both faced Sugar and Razzy.

"What I wouldn't give to be able to experience that just once," Razzy breathed. "Can you show me?"

Sugar smiled with relief and nodded. Razzy eyes travelled down Sugar's body to between her legs where her clit... changed... and rose, hardening. Razzy wrapped her fingers around Sugar's growing cock with a look of delight.

"You should've told me sooner," Razzy whispered. "You look so beautiful like this."

"I'm... glad you think so," Sugar said. "But changing my body like this feels-"

Sugar moaned suddenly. Razzy had begun stroking her shaft. Pratty wondered what Sugar had wanted to say and felt she had a pretty good idea. So, apparently, had Razzy, who had started jacking Sugar's cock and kissing her breasts to let pleasure wash over anything else that Sugar might feel. Razzy straddled her body and then carefully lowered herself onto the Summon Spirit. Both moaned with pleasure the moment Sugar entered her.

Sanary placed a kiss on Pratty's cheek and Pratty turned in her arms to look at her face. Sanary's smile said everything Pratty needed to know and she kissed her. The sounds of Razzy's gasps and Sugar's moans filling her ears and arousing her body, Pratty embraced Sanary tightly, wanting to feel as much of her body against her own as she could. Sanary's tongue entered her mouth and Pratty's muffled moans joined those of Razzy, Sugar and now Sanary. With a little whine of regret, Pratty could feel her lips parting from Sanary's and her body screamed with need when the girl pulled back. She knew why Sanary did it, though, and pretty soon Sanary had managed to entwine Pratty's legs with her own in a complicated knot. Pleasure shivered through Pratty's body when their pussies kissed. Pratty had always wondered why Sanary so greatly preferred this particular way of making love when using tongue or fingers was much easier and equally enjoyable. But still there was something incredibly enjoyable about the simultaneous pleasure, the touching of their intimate places and the mingling of their flowing juices. Pratty was enjoying it now, grinding her body against Sanary's, groaning without coherency. She shrieked when her clit rubbed Sanary's, lightning flashing through her body. She never had been able to really deal with anything touching her clit; the feelings were too intense, balancing on that little line between pleasure and pain. But Pratty kept rubbing her clit against Sanary's, driving by the lightning.

Sanary opened her lust-darkened eyes and, breathing heavily, said, "Your... turn..."

Pratty looked at her with confusion, but Sanary pulled her away and turned her around just in time to see Razzy get off Sugar, a string of semen briefly connecting Razzy's pussy with the tip of Sugar's cock. Pratty, her mind flat with the pleasure Sanary had given her, watched Sugar and Razzy kiss as Sugar's cock began to soften. Sanary climbed over Pratty, lay down next to Sugar and took her cock. She stroked it softly until it began hardening again and then engulfed it with her mouth. Even though she was kissing Razzy, Pratty could hear Sugar moan as Sanary licked and sucked her cock. When she was apparently satisfied that Sugar's cock was hard enough, she withdrew and grinned at Pratty. The girls rearranged herself on the bed again until Sanary was lying against Razzy, the younger girl's fingers entering her wet pussy to finish what Sanary had started with Pratty. Pratty herself was lying on her back, Sugar hovering above her, the tip of her cock pressing against her opening. Sugar leaned down and kissed Pratty softly, gently easing her cock into her. Not that Sugar really needed to be careful. Sanary had left Pratty so wet that Sugar slid into her easily. Satisfied that Pratty had no trouble taking her, Sugar began slowly thrusting into her. The feeling was... different. Not the lightning she felt when Sanary's clit rubbed her own, not the roaring wildfire Razzy unleased with her tongue, not even the slowly building heat Sugar's attentive fingers could give her hours at a time. Sugar now filled her in a way Pratty had never experienced before. Sugar began thrusting a bit harder, a bit quicker and a bit deeper and all thoughts of comparisons left Pratty. Sugar's cock felt good and that was one of the two things that mattered. And by the way Sugar moaned it was obvious that there were no problems with the other thing that mattered.

Pratty reached up and kissed her lover. Sugar, too busy with fucking her and trying not to collapse onto her, made a frenzied attempt to kiss back. Pratty let her head fall back onto the bed and gasped with pleasure when Sugar's cock went into her all the way to the base. Without thinking, Pratty wrapped her legs around Sugar's hips as best she could in an impossible attempt to have her even deeper inside of her. Her body stopped passively receiving Sugar's cock and began working with her thrusts to the pleasure of them both. Pratty began clenching and unclenching around Sugar's shaft without really knowing how or why other than that it felt more than amazing. Sugar grunted, filling Pratty with her semen as she came. Pratty bit her lower lip, her pussy clenching as if to milk Sugar's cock and then screamed as her wife's continuing thrusts combined with her coming inside of her became too much for her.

Pratty and Sugar kissed hungrily, frantically, as they rode their orgasm. When it began subsiding, their kisses became softer and gentler. At last, Sugar pulled out off Pratty and rolled off her. Pratty felt someone taking her body, but was still a bit too dazed to pay attention to what was happening until she found herself face to face with Razzy. Razzy grinned.

"Wasn't that something?"

Pratty smiled back weakly. "Yeah," she whispered.

Razzy pulled Pratty closer and kissed her in the soft, lazy manner of lovers enjoying their afterglow. Pratty could feel Razzy's lips rekindling her arousal and she instinctively pressed against her, her pussy squelching as it rubbed against her leg.

"Not now," Razzy whispered and she turned Pratty around to face Sugar and Sanary.

Sugar was kneeling on the bed. Sanary was sitting in her lap, facing away from her and towards Razzy and Pratty, Sugar's cock disappearing into her. With one arm Sanary had reached back to hold Sugar's head as her body slammed into her again and again, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Sanary was panting with lust, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, her eyes dark and unseeing. There was something wild and animalistic in the way she moved, a lustful hunger for Sugar's cock.

"She..." Pratty breathed. "I've never..."

"Seen her like this?" Razzy said, arousal filling her voice. "You're right. After you almost gave Sanary an orgasm, I made sure it stayed almost."

"But... you began fingering her," Pratty whispered.

Sanary growled, making Pratty shudder with arousal. Razzy reached down and stroked Pratty's slit with a single finger.

"Yeah, I fingered her," Razzy breathed. "But she didn't come. I figured that out of all of us, Sanary would have the most problems with a partly-male Sugar so I decided to work her up into such a frenzy she'd do anything just to come."

Pratty shuddered again and this time she wasn't quite sure with what.

"You're cruel."

"Yeah? Look at her. I think she's feeling more pleasure than we ever have."

Pratty had to admit Razzy had a point. Growling, sweating, panting, writhing, nothing seemed to exist in Sanary's world except the pleasure of Sugar's flesh. She'd grabbed one of her own breasts, pinching, squeezing and pulling while her other hand was between her own legs, working her clit like Sugar was working her pussy.

Pratty had expected Sanary to howl or scream when she came, but instead she moaned loudly in a way that was almost ordinary. Her body convulsed, shaken with orgasm that seemed to keep on lasting. When she was finally spent, Sanary collapsed, but Sugar managed to catch her before her face hit the bed. Carefully, Sugar lay Sanary down on her back.

"Did she pass out?" Razzy asked.

"She might very well have," said Sugar, directing a glare at the girl. "You should never do anything like that to anyone ever again."

"Alright, I won't," said Razzy. "Unless she asks," she added.

Sugar's eyes narrowed. "Master Pratty, you say something about it."

Pratty realised she didn't even know what to think, much less what to say. So she was very grateful when Sanary's eyes fluttered open. "Look, she's coming around."

Sugar, Razzy and Pratty herself all directed her attention at Sanary, treating her with all tenderness.

"I... I'm..."

"Yes?" Sugar asked, stroking Sanary's hair.

"I think I'm going to be really sore in the morning."

"Razzy will take care of you," said Sugar.

"It'd be my pleasure," said Razzy.

The four girls held each other, centered on Sanary. They hugged, caressed, sometimes kissed. And just before she fell asleep, Pratty couldn't help but wonder if it had actually worked. If Sugar really had managed to impregnate any of them. And then she realised it didn't really matter.

They were here and they were in love. And that was good enough.

For now.

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"That was a very nice wedding," said Sakuro as he walked back to his home.

"Hmm," said Master Rondeau, walking next to him.

"Nice reception too," Sakuro continued. "Although it was a bit pointless, what with the bride and groom disappearing almost instantly."

"Hm-hmm."

"Then again, it is their wedding night. Maybe they just wanted to make the most of it."

"I suppose so," said Master Rondeau, stroking his beard.

"So why should there be something that's bothering you," Sakuro said.

"Hmm?" said Master Rondeau. "I wasn't aware something was bothering me."

"Come now, Master," said Sakuro. "I know you by now."

"Oh, very well," said Master Rondeau. "When I first met Pratty I predicted she would have four children. I remember it quite clearly. Four girls, two of them a pair of twins. But now that she's married Sugar..."

"Well, I never did put much stock in clairvoyance of any kind," said Sakuro.

"Yes, I know," said Master Rondeau. "Still... I was so certain."

"That's how it always goes with predictions," said Sakuro. "Well, I think we have to part ways here. I'll see you tomorrow Master Rondeau."

"Hmm? Yes, yes. Until tomorrow. Goodbye Sakuro."

"Goodbye Master."