The Evil Fairy's Playground

Out of all the challenges Dorothy had faced since starting college, this may have been the biggest one yet. What to get her girlfriend for her birthday. What do you get the most wonderful person who ever lived?

“Oh, hey Not Jugs.”

Dorothy looked up. “Hey Carla.” It was lunch Dorothy was sitting at a table alone; picking at her food. She hated the nickname, half of their floor had glasses. But Dorothy got the nickname.

Carla sat down across from her. “Where's Jugs?” She asked before taking a sip of her drink.

“Sarah's keeping her busy. I'm trying to think up a gift for her.”

“What, is it your guy's anniversary or something?”

“No, Joyce’s birthday is Saturday. It's our first birthday as a couple. And I half to get her the perfect present. And I can't think of anything!”

“Sexy underwear. Boom easy.”

Dorothy choked on her food. “I don't think we're at a point where I can choose her underwear.”

“No, not her. You wear the underwear to look sexy for her!”

Dorothy chewed on that. It wasn't a bad idea. Once her classes were done for the day, Dorothy made her way to the mall. She went to one of the local lingerie stores.

She looked over the wide variety of bras and panties they had. All of the ones Dorothy had were miss and matched and plain, a mix of cotton and polyester. She was having a hard time imagining herself in this, especially with how thin the models were compared to her.

“Are you looking for something?” Came a voice behind her. Dorothy nearly jumped out of her skin, knocking down half the rack in the process.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” She started gathering the bra and panties off the ground.

“It's okay,” The girl was about Dorothy's age. Dark skinned, long hair, and breasts the size of her head. She got the rest.

“It's for my girlfriend. Her birthday is this weekend and I'm looking for something to wear.” Dorothy whispered that last part.

“I see. Do you know your measurements?”

Her face growing red, she mumbled them out. The employee nodded along. “Let’s see what we have.”

Dorothy was shown bra’s and panties of various shapes and colors. Somewhere even see through. That might be too much for Joyce, Dorothy decided. After many, many trips to the changing room, Dororthy found a pair she thought Joyce would like. She made her perchase and made her way back to the dorm. She put on the underwear and looked at herself.

“God, I hope I know what I’m doing. I look sexy and not stupid, right?” She asked herself. The only answer she got were Becky’s snores.

Joyce’s birthday came. The whole group went out to Glasso’s, not everyone got Joyce a present, they were all college students after all. But she got a respectable pile of boxes.

Walky couldn’t help but point out a glaring omission among the gift givers. “Dorothy, yer her girlfriend. Where’s your-ow!” Dororthy had painfully jabbed her elbow into her ex’s ribs. Dorothy was dressed rather conservatively for spring. She really didn’t want to ruin her surprise for Joyce and couldn't let her new lingerie show.

After dinner, everyone went back to the dorms. Joyce realized that was alone. “Where's Sarah?” A knock came at the door. “Happy birthday!” came Dororthy’s voice. Joyce let her in and got a birthday kiss.

“I wanted to give your gift in private. Could I use your bathroom first?”

“Oh, of course.”

Dorothy quickly slipped into Joyce’s toilet. “Okay,” she told herself, “Moment of truth.” She entered the dorm.

Joyce took a look at her girlfriend. “Wow.” Dorothy had stripped down to her underwear. Bra and panties were snow white. Bra cut to show off her cleavage. Her panties was a thong with the back being eaten by her buttcheeks. In addition, her legs and thighs were covered in silky see through stockings held up with a garter belt.

In a voice that cracked, she said, “Ha-happy birthday Joyce.”

“Dorothy. Oh Dororthy, you’re so beautiful.”

Dororthy blushed as she moved her hair out of her face. “Thank you Joyce.”

Joyce held her face and brought her in for a kiss. An electric feeling pulsed through Dorothy. They slowly undressed Joyce and went up her bunk. Joyce crawled down to Dorothy’s butt. “Couldn’t wait to show off your butt huh?”

“Well-”

“Good. It’s super sexy.” She slipped her fingers into Dorothy’s g-string and started fingering her pussy.

“Oh! Oh Joyce.” Joyce’s own sex was close to Dorothy’s face. After some moving and twisting, she took the opportunity to begin fingering her as well.

“Hmmm, shit Dorothy.”

“Still. huh, not used to you swearing. Hng!”

“Well, fu-fucking deal with it Keener!” Dorothy’s slick was running down her fingers. Dorothy’s clit was sitting near her pubic hair. It was calling to her. With her fingers still in Dorothy’s vagina, she ran her tongue over Dorothy’s clit.

Dorothy let out a loud moan. “Oh fuck Joyce! Joyce! May-Maybe I should return the favor.” She brought her mouth on to Joyce’s sex. She felt her moan in her sex was she lapped up Joyce’s folds. Her sweet and tangy taste danced across her tongue.

It wasn't long until both their faces and their thighs were a mess of juices and spit. Joyce took a breath. “Dorothy, I'm going to cum. Jesus Christ I'm about to cum!”

“Fucking- Do it Joyce. I'm… I'm cumming too!”

They resumed eating each other out. Pushing each other to the edge. Covered in sweat, juices, and spit their orgasm finally hit.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy!”

“Joyce! Iloveyouiloveyou Awww!”

Their orgasm rocked them through their bodies. They held onto each other tightly. Dorothy moved so they could be face to face.

Joyce wrapped her arms around Dorothy and started to cuddle her. “That was the best birthday present I ever got.”

“You really mean that?”

“You are the fucking sexiest girl in school. I love you.”

Out of all the challenges Dorothy had faced since starting college, this may have been the biggest one yet. What to get her girlfriend for her birthday. What do you get the most wonderful person who ever lived?

“Oh, hey Not Jugs.”

Dorothy looked up. “Hey Carla.” It was lunch Dorothy was sitting at a table alone; picking at her food. She hated the nickname, half of their floor had glasses. But Dorothy got the nickname.

Carla sat down across from her. “Where's Jugs?” She asked before taking a sip of her drink.

“Sarah's keeping her busy. I'm trying to think up a gift for her.”

“What, is it your guy's anniversary or something?”

“No, Joyce’s birthday is Saturday. It's our first birthday as a couple. And I half to get her the perfect present. And I can't think of anything!”

“Sexy underwear. Boom easy.”

Dorothy choked on her food. “I don't think we're at a point where I can choose her underwear.”

“No, not her. You wear the underwear to look sexy for her!”

Dorothy chewed on that. It wasn't a bad idea. Once her classes were done for the day, Dorothy made her way to the mall. She went to one of the local lingerie stores.

She looked over the wide variety of bras and panties they had. All of the ones Dorothy had were miss and matched and plain, a mix of cotton and polyester. She was having a hard time imagining herself in this, especially with how thin the models were compared to her.

“Are you looking for something?” Came a voice behind her. Dorothy nearly jumped out of her skin, knocking down half the rack in the process.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry.” She started gathering the bra and panties off the ground.

“It's okay,” The girl was about Dorothy's age. Dark skinned, long hair, and breasts the size of her head. She got the rest.

“It's for my girlfriend. Her birthday is this weekend and I'm looking for something to wear.” Dorothy whispered that last part.

“I see. Do you know your measurements?”

Her face growing red, she mumbled them out. The employee nodded along. “Let’s see what we have.”

Dorothy was shown bra’s and panties of various shapes and colors. Somewhere even see through. That might be too much for Joyce, Dorothy decided. After many, many trips to the changing room, Dororthy found a pair she thought Joyce would like. She made her perchase and made her way back to the dorm. She put on the underwear and looked at herself.

“God, I hope I know what I’m doing. I look sexy and not stupid, right?” She asked herself. The only answer she got were Becky’s snores.

Joyce’s birthday came. The whole group went out to Glasso’s, not everyone got Joyce a present, they were all college students after all. But she got a respectable pile of boxes.

Walky couldn’t help but point out a glaring omission among the gift givers. “Dorothy, yer her girlfriend. Where’s your-ow!” Dororthy had painfully jabbed her elbow into her ex’s ribs. Dorothy was dressed rather conservatively for spring. She really didn’t want to ruin her surprise for Joyce and couldn't let her new lingerie show.

After dinner, everyone went back to the dorms. Joyce realized that was alone. “Where's Sarah?” A knock came at the door. “Happy birthday!” came Dororthy’s voice. Joyce let her in and got a birthday kiss.

“I wanted to give your gift in private. Could I use your bathroom first?”

“Oh, of course.”

Dorothy quickly slipped into Joyce’s toilet. “Okay,” she told herself, “Moment of truth.” She entered the dorm.

Joyce took a look at her girlfriend. “Wow.” Dorothy had stripped down to her underwear. Bra and panties were snow white. Bra cut to show off her cleavage. Her panties was a thong with the back being eaten by her buttcheeks. In addition, her legs and thighs were covered in silky see through stockings held up with a garter belt.

In a voice that cracked, she said, “Ha-happy birthday Joyce.”

“Dorothy. Oh Dororthy, you’re so beautiful.”

Dororthy blushed as she moved her hair out of her face. “Thank you Joyce.”

Joyce held her face and brought her in for a kiss. An electric feeling pulsed through Dorothy. They slowly undressed Joyce and went up her bunk. Joyce crawled down to Dorothy’s butt. “Couldn’t wait to show off your butt huh?”

“Well-”

“Good. It’s super sexy.” She slipped her fingers into Dorothy’s g-string and started fingering her pussy.

“Oh! Oh Joyce.” Joyce’s own sex was close to Dorothy’s face. After some moving and twisting, she took the opportunity to begin fingering her as well.

“Hmmm, shit Dorothy.”

“Still. huh, not used to you swearing. Hng!”

“Well, fu-fucking deal with it Keener!” Dorothy’s slick was running down her fingers. Dorothy’s clit was sitting near her pubic hair. It was calling to her. With her fingers still in Dorothy’s vagina, she ran her tongue over Dorothy’s clit.

Dorothy let out a loud moan. “Oh fuck Joyce! Joyce! May-Maybe I should return the favor.” She brought her mouth on to Joyce’s sex. She felt her moan in her sex was she lapped up Joyce’s folds. Her sweet and tangy taste danced across her tongue.

It wasn't long until both their faces and their thighs were a mess of juices and spit. Joyce took a breath. “Dorothy, I'm going to cum. Jesus Christ I'm about to cum!”

“Fucking- Do it Joyce. I'm… I'm cumming too!”

They resumed eating each other out. Pushing each other to the edge. Covered in sweat, juices, and spit their orgasm finally hit.

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Dorothy! Dorothy! Dorothy!”

“Joyce! Iloveyouiloveyou Awww!”

Their orgasm rocked them through their bodies. They held onto each other tightly. Dorothy moved so they could be face to face.

Joyce wrapped her arms around Dorothy and started to cuddle her. “That was the best birthday present I ever got.”

“You really mean that?”

“You are the fucking sexiest girl in school. I love you.”

It was a late night at the Horde barricades and Catra couldn't get any sleep. She tossed and turned. And from the sounds coming from the below bunk, Adora wasn't doing much better. There was some ruffling sounds and was she grunting? Catra decided it would be fun to tease her a bit. Ducking her head down, she greeted her friend with a toothy grin.

“Hey Ador- oh my goodness!”

Adora's sleep shorts were laying on the floor. Her sheets thrown back confirmed that she was bottomless. And Adora was fully masturbating.

Once she heard Catra’s voice, her eyes flew open. She quickly tried to cover herself back up with the blanket. “Catara! This isn't… I'm not-”

Catra could feel poor Adora's shame. Damn the girl was18 but still was acting like a twelve year old. “Hey, it's okay. It's… normal to do. I do it too.”

“You do?”

Catra felt her cheeks burn slightly . She really hoped her fur covered her blush. She did her best to ignore any embarrassment she was feeling herself. In a show of confidence, she folded her arms. “Of course. Everyone does it. It's completely natural, no matter what Shadow Weaver says.”

“Really?”

“Look I'll show you.” Catra pulled the hem of sleep shots off, revealing her pussy to Adora. She brought her fingers to her clitoris and started massaging herself. “See, perfectly normal.”

Adora blushed as she watched Catra work herself. Her sex was still hungry so Adora started masturbating too. The two girls sat in the bunk completely bottomless watching each other get off. Adora noticed Catra’s hand was grabbing at nothing. Wordlessly Adora moved her hand into Catra’s. Catra took her hand. They held hands, their fingers interlocking, as they masturbated. They looked at their hands and then into each other's eyes.

“Adora…”

“Catra!”

The girl came together, hands tightening their grab on each other as their walls spasmed around their fingers.