#tw objectification

However, to achieve this in the first place, they had to violate the autonomy of one of their own – Columbina, who I must note was also the only woman-identifying member of the group (Brazil, the country in which the characters originate, also has high femicide rates). Columbina additionally had the identity of "angel" thrust upon her by Harlequin in his story, presumably against her will, just to make her death seem like a sacrifice rather than what it truly was – betrayal and murder.

Harlequin also frames Columbina in this scene as a willing sacrifice, wanting them to eat her so they could become human and build a home for all of them. However, the text right after this narration is Columbina pleading with them as she says, "Please, no!", followed by the text below:

Jester: "We have no choice." – The purple text seems to be almost dejected, like this wasn't something any of them wanted to do, but instead just something they had to do. The way it's worded almost takes away any accountability from them and the actions they had to take as a result of their circumstances. Harlequin: "She is the weakest of us." – The green text highlights the clear power difference/imbalance between Columbina and the rest of the monsters, her physical weakness making her a prime target for what they have to do because she will not be able to fight back. Ticket Taker: "You will give us the strength to go on." – The white text comes off, to me at least, as trying to comfort Columbina so she knows her death will not be in vain, and that she will be helping them all with her "sacrifice." Columbina: "PLEASE HELP ME, I DON'T WANT TO DIE." – The pink text highlights that she did not want to die, and that her death was not something she wanted to happen, nor something she consented to. She was killed, and we do not know who she was calling out to in her final moments for aid.

I find it interesting, too, how in Harlequin's play, only he, Jester, and the Ticket Taker comment on the murder and consumption of Columbina, especially since these are the three characters who have been confirmed not to be virgins by the creator. As someone who works with survivors of SA/stalking/human trafficking and as a survivor myself, I just find this particular scene (and Columbina's story as a whole) so chilling because, statistically, most harm-doers are people you know/are close with. Sometimes, they're even people who experienced violence themselves and no longer want to feel powerless, going so far as to violate the autonomy of another.

Now, in no way am I saying that this scene is directly related to or implying SA, but I just found it interesting to take note of, especially considering that Pierrot and The Doctor have no lines of dialogue during this entire scene. They were simply bystanders from Harlequin's perspective, despite them being the two largest members of the circus, and Pierrot being the strongest in terms of physical strength.

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Ticket Taker's Tent:

TT's tent is incredibly interesting as its main theme is to "not trust what you see", and yet, we see a very different tale compared to both Harlequin's and Jester's retellings presented in the mirror at the end of the hall, which TT states is "his favorite." Placing your trust in someone inherently gives them a lot of power over a situation, especially since, if they break your trust, you're in a worse situation than they are. TT puts the MC in a position where they're inherently at a disadvantage (they're in his tent at the circus he helps run), and to make it through his tent, they have to trust what he tells them during their interactions.

Now, in TT's tent, we get to see mirrors for each of the different circus members, with their reflections either interacting directly with or speaking directly to the MC. At the pink mirror, we see who we can presume is Columbina, given the pink eyes and the subsequent scene if you choose to stay and listen to her tale.

In this retelling, we learn that Columbina didn't look as "monstrous" as her companions, and because of this, she was frequently leered at by the humans who found her to be pretty despite "being one of them (a monster)." However, Pierrot was always around to protect her, and presumably the other circus members, due to his large size and immense strength. Because Pierrot acted as a barrier – as something that prevented them from getting what they wanted (i.e., "a problem") – the humans somehow managed to harm him, leaving him physically unable to protect the others (i.e., taking away his power).

We then cut to a scene of everyone trapped inside different cages – everyone except Columbina, who is sitting on the ground in the middle; we can assume this was because the humans did not view her as any kind of a threat, so they felt no need to restrict her the same way they felt the need to do so with the others. She says she is scared of them (the humans) trying to touch her again, and she asks Harlequin if he will "save" her, which he seems confused by.

After this, we overhear the humans talking about their plans; they'll leave the others to starve, and they'll find a use for Columbina. The humans were planning on isolating her completely from her support system (the other monsters), which is a tactic used by abusers against their victims, so the victim feels as though they can only rely on the person abusing them.

This, to me, can also be representative of how some individuals in real life tend to fetishize other groups of people, which is another way of dehumanizing them (the humans don't respect the monsters, but they find themselves viewing Columbina as an exception to their biases/prejudices, potentially knowing that she is the weakest and targeting her specifically to "tame"). I feel like they were planning on trafficking Columbina, as well, and we can presume what kind of trafficking they were planning on doing based on how they talked about her and the fact that Columbina mentioned they had tried to touch her before ("she'll be useful for something"). We also know Brazil has experienced a rise in human trafficking cases, particularly regarding women [1].

Jester then seems to be surprised that Pierrot is alive and hasn't succumbed to his injuries right before Harlequin breaks out of his cage, and he mentions the fact that Columbina is the weakest among them once more. However, instead of crying or begging for her life, she simply tells Harlequin, "Thank you." Pierrot directly talks in this scene, as well, saying "No... no... no...". Harlequin then laughs with tears in his eyes before telling everyone to eat after biting into Columbina's neck.

Jester: "Sorry, [Harlequin]." – Why was Jester apologizing to Harlequin? Was what happened something Jester had mentioned at some point? Was Columbina's death not done in a spur-of-the-moment situation, but rather, planned, or at least talked about beforehand? Columbina: "No, he wasn't..." – Columbina states that Jester wasn't sorry, but what wasn't he sorry for, exactly? This line brings up a lot of questions.

Now, the story told by the Columbina in TT's Tent shows Harlequin's actions, while most likely not intentionally by him, as merciful – that by killing and eating her, she would not have to endure further abuse by the humans. After this, Columbina thanks the MC for listening, and you leave the tent after not having blinked or moved for quite some time.

This story is completely different from what we have seen from the other characters, and since it's confirmed that everyone remembers what happened differently to cope with her death, I find it so interesting how TT's depiction of the event shows Columbina's death as almost peaceful. I'm a huge sucker for the theory that TT had a paternal relationship with Columbina (based on the screenshot of him kissing her forehead while she was dying/being eaten, his symbol being a teardrop, him being in charge of the pink tent, and the fact he is the oldest among the group; if you're interested in this theory, check out @hexserath's blog under the tag #grievingfathertheory), so it would make sense for his character to view her death not as violent, but as something better for her than the potential abuse she would have had to endure while the rest of them were left to rot.

However, while the Columbina in the mirror could have potentially been her spirit talking with the MC, and while I do enjoy this concept, I do not think that is the case. The reason I say this is because of the easter egg and other flashes of dialogue from her character. In the easter egg, if the MC chooses to name themselves "Columbina", it shows scenes of her violent death, with her text reading, "We are not the same, you and I. I didn't want to, but our fate was cursed. I should have listened to him. It was my fault." (Keep this last line in mind for later.)

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Pink Tent Intermission:

Before we get to Jester's tent, I wanted to talk about the "fools" of the circus. So, we know that the characters cared deeply for Columbina, with all of them being depicted crying in one scene or another over her death. However, I do find it strange that pink – the color that represents Columbina herself (even if we see two different shades of pink for her used throughout the game; one that is more saturated, and one that is more pastel, which we see in Jester's performance) – was chosen for the purpose it was eventually given at the circus. We know that pink tickets are given to people who will either be used as dolls for performances or advertising (i.e., Carol, the unpleasant woman from the café, other "fools") or as a source of food for the circus members (as shown in the bad end on Day 1 regarding the MC's fate).

While them wanting to have Columbina and her memory remain a crucial part of the circus makes sense, especially since her death resulted in them being able to become human and create the circus as their new home, I do find it almost cruel that the pink tickets are given to people who are "sacrifces" that are used for their bodies in one way or another (either as meat for the circus members to consume, or as mindless dolls to be used in the different performances or tents).

Given that we can assume that Columbina was frequently a target of unwanted advances, both from humans and her own kin alike (i.e., Harlequin), and was a victim of abuse just as much as the rest of the cast was, it feels almost... distateful to me that her violent death is memorialized in such a way by the circus. Though, perhaps the monsters simply grieve and mourn differently than humans, which wouldn't be a stretch considering Jester's comments about how love is perceived in the valley where they once lived.

It's also strange to me that those dressed in pink are called "fools", which Harlequin talks about in Day 2, especially considering that fool is something demeaning you would call another person who you would consider to be unintelligent or naive. I find Columbina saying "it was my fault" in her scene in the naming easter egg to be something to note, and it makes me wonder if Columbina was the one who first made contact with the humans and, because of her naivety, was coerced or tricked into making a deal with the ring leader that resulted in the poor conditions she and her companions then were forced to endure. This would make sense why those who wear pink at the circus are deemed "fools" to mirror Columbina's own naive actions.

Harlequin mentions in his play that the man who asked the monsters to work for him would give them food in return for their services. Perhaps the monsters were experiencing famine in the valley, and Columbina believed the human man would be able to help them. This is just a theory for right now, though, at least until more information is revealed throughout the story.

To tie this little rant back to power and control, I desperately want to know how the circus chooses those who receive pink tickets. Since we know Carol is currently at the circus as a fool, it makes me wonder how she ended up there – was she kidnapped, or was she invited to the circus much like the MC was? We know from the brief interaction between the MC and Boss that Carol has a turbulent home life, so did this make her a target for the circus? In real life, most predators tend to find victims who don't have many people to rely on or other traits that make someone an "easy" target, so it's not too far of a stretch. This also makes me wonder why the MC was given a pink ticket, too. Did TT know the MC lives alone, or was there something inherently apparent about the MC that made them seem like a prime target (i.e., naivety)? Here's an interesting post/theory regarding the fools, particularly in reference to TT!

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Jester's Tent:

In Jester's play on Day 2, we get to see the events Harlequin depicted in his puppet show as something almost completely different. For one, Jester uses the human fools as actors, resulting in the death of the one woman actor, who was assigned to play Columbina, at the hands of the actor meant to represent Harlequin. So far, we have seen Jester and Pierrot directly killing people in their performances, which I think is another important thing to note for the future; I don't have much more to say about this at the current moment, but I do find it quite interesting that this is the case (Harlequin uses puppets, The Doctor doesn't kill anyone on-screen during his tent sequence, and Ticket Taker has no one else in the tent while we're there).

Jester's story focuses on Columbina and Pierrot's relationship ("forbidden love") rather than their prior interactions with humans/the history of the circus. In his play, he highlights how Columbina was "delicate, with no claws, almost no fangs," and how Pierrot would be incredibly gentle, going so far as to hide his claws (the monstrous aspects of himself), so as not to accidentally harm her. However, Harlequin, who is described as The Poison by Jester, shows great envy towards the two and their relationship. He seems to wish that Columbina would look at him in the same way she does Pierrot, and that he would become angry whenever she "slipped away from his attempts at seduction."

Jester notes that Columbina's heart "beat differently" for Harlequin (which could have been from fear of him, since she states that "something inside of you scares me" when talking with him). However, in this moment of rejection and heartbreak, Harlequin kills Columbina, which Pierrot ends up stumbling upon. Her final words are "Please... Please don't [Harlequin]." This is followed by the following lines of dialogue:

Ticket Taker: "Why... did you do that?" – Blue text (not white, which is interesting given that TT seems to switch between white and blue text, with the white text being used for him on Day 1 during Harlequin's performance). This is the same dialogue we have seen in previous moments from him that expresses a feeling of shock because of Harlequin's actions. Harlequin: "Someone had to do it, obviously." – Green text; new dialogue that was not shown in any other scene regarding this moment. Harlequin states that someone had to do it (murder), and that Columbina's death was an obvious choice; he comes off as almost callous and cruel. Pierrot: "No... no... no..." – Yellow text with the same dialogue we have seen in a similar scene from TT's Tent. Once again shows how much emotional turmoil this caused Pierrot, especially since he didn't have the power to protect Columbina in this moment.

Jester finishes his performance by stating, "Because in the valley of monsters, love is just another way to devour each other." This is something that could certainly be a cultural difference between their species and humans, though it could have just been the culture of monsters living within the valley, since they had been forgotten and left to starve, making food and hunger something important to them. After this, we get the text, "We have no choice.", in purple, with Jester once again reiterating they didn't have a choice regarding the actions they took toward Columbina. Were they forced to do it, or did they simply believe there were no other routes they could take, given their physical weakness/loss of power?

Now, Jester's story is interesting because Harlequin's murder of Columbina is painted to be done because of jealousy, not out of mercy (as depicted by TT) or as something that needed to be done so they could be free (as depicted by Harlequin, who also called Columbina an "angel" for her sacrifice). I really enjoy Harlequin's character, but it's clear that he is depicted in Jester's retelling of the events as being selfish, greedy, and envious, resulting in him killing someone he cared for in a fit of anger (or to purposefully harm Pierrot, similar to the idea "if I can't have her, no one can"). This particular retelling is a bit unnerving compared to the others, showing Harlequin's seeming entitlement to Columbina, her love, and her affections, despite her not wanting to have that kind of relationship with him. This is very frequently a reason behind a lot of harm done to women by men who feel wronged or slighted by the woman not reciprocating the feelings they believe they deserve.

After his show, Jester's final words to the MC are that, if they try to run, they will be found; he wants the MC to know how powerless they are in the current situation, and he seems to have no problem making them aware of it. We know that Jester is the only member of the cast who fully hates humans, and that he is the appointed leader of the circus (we do not know the full details behind why at this point in time, but being a leader is a very high position of power).

The fact that he can control another person's mind, turning them into "dolls", is quite concerning. Calling someone a "doll" is clear objectification and dehumanization in this case, and since Jester's ability leaves people unable to move or act of their own free will, it takes away from them all of their autonomy and choice. Pierrot even tells the MC to not speak or move after putting a mask over their face and telling them to simply act like a doll, which indicates to me that this is how humans under Jester's influence act when not being given direct orders (which, later in the mentioned scene with Pierrot, results in Harlequin coming in and immediately taking advantage of the situation, saying "I must be really lucky today!" when he sees the MC chained to the bed).

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...So, yeah. This was my big, long braindump because I'm very interested in the truth behind my beloved Columbina's death (and I'm very passionate about discussing the inappropriate amount of violence that women face across the world). Let me know your thoughts on my nonsense haha! I tried to compile/analyze all of the retellings of this particular event from the characters so far. It's really interesting to me that we haven't seen what happened from Pierrot's or The Doctor's POVs yet, and I'm very curious to see if we will.

On that note... surprise!!!

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Bonus Pierrot Analysis:

Pierrot calls the player "my sweet angel" (the same mioniker/theme that is tied to Columbina) at the end of Day 1 if you eat the circus food or his cake, likening you to his deceased lover (who we know he felt drawn to because she was kind and gentle with him, as told by Jester). He then says, while you're passed out, "Don't make me devour you, too."

The next day, when the MC wakes up, Pierrot tells them that there were other eyes "trying to devour" them (that specific word is used again by Pierrot, and it's the same word used by Jester during his performance), and that you "looked like prey" while passed out – highlighting his desire to keep you safe and under his watch, but also noting that he does view you, to some degree, as prey/helpless/weak (he seems to be aware that he is a predator/much stronger than you). He then mentions that you were breathing slowly and you weren't moving, saying, "it was like... like you were going to disappear forever, like..." (like Columbina?) before quickly stating he would never hurt you "like that" (murder? assault?).

We know that Pierrot's main color is yellow (his eyes, his text), and yet, he's forced to wear red. Red symbolizes love and passion, but it is also a color closely associated with anger. We also know that Pierrot was assigned this color by Jester as a punishment (red also being the color used for the humans who harmed the cast). Now, this brings up the question – did Pierrot hurt Columbina in some way, or was he more involved in her death than he remembers? Sometimes people black out in moments of intense anger, so could that be a potential reason? In the Commedia dell'arte, the character Columbina cheats on her husband Pierrot with Harlequin, so do the characters' inspirations/historical origins play a major role in TFC?

For right now, though, there are not enough clues pointing to Pierrot potentially being the one who killed Columbina when compared to Harlequin, who is depicted in all the stories as being the one behind her death. All we have is Pierrot mentioning not wanting to devour the MC "too", but this could simply be because he was fed part of Columbina by the other members of the circus to get his strength up after being attacked/injured. Though, in Jester's play, Pierrot says, "I'll find a way to be together forever..." before it cuts to a shot of an open mouth with sharp teeth moving towards the camera after Columbina is killed, implying that Pierrot ate her remains willingly so the two could be together even after her death.

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Once Ariana began collecting her Jewels, the position as the Empire’s ambassador had been switched over from you to her.  She used it to find Prince Efrit of Xek, Sir Raymond from Galdeon and Jade Meldea within a year. Duke Nell Phantom had become her first Jewel after he had been honored for his contributions in the war against the Oriana Islands. In exchange for being the Princess’ Hound and overseer of her other Jewels, Ariana had promised to provide financial aid to his family after so many failed business deals forced him to fight at a young age. She has yet to deliver it to him. 

Huan Baek, her favorite and the Moon Fairy of Darhan, came to the country three months ago after he said good-bye to his loved ones.  Either he would come willingly to Arbezela as a concubine in your sister’s harem, or there would be war between the Empire and Darhan.

 Jade had been forced to be here too, as compensation for his father’s mistakes. If that wasn’t enough to give poor King Neptune a heart attack, Ariana ordered Lord Melda to be castrated for the crime of using his position and rank to force women into being his sex toys. Castrating a royal official based on Ariana’s testimony that Lord Meldea struck her when she had traveled to the southern kingdom of Marloe under the guise of a dancer? In Galdeon, she had coerced Sir Raymond to get on his knees at a banquet and kiss her feet in front of everyone, including King Goldblackrose. 

 By Astotelia’s mercy, when will she understand that actions have consequences? How could you even trust Ariana to look after the people with this kind of mindset? 

Why couldn’t your mother trust you to do more than just handling the palace’s domestic affairs and entertaining guests? 

You reclined back against your chair, glancing over your shoulder to blink owlishly at the sight of a setting sun from the oriel window in your office. The light blue skies were slowly transforming into an indigo tapestry of the night before you had realized that the day was already over; pink clouds still hovered the horizon, lingering for a little longer before they molded into one and birthed the constellations. You’ve been in here for too long. It was time for a walk. 

You stood up. As you did so, you saw two furred bodies spread across the floor twitch. The first one possessed a lanky frame with a long silky black coat and tail, one ear pointed up at the ceiling while a dark brown orb squinted at you. The second was smaller with a white fluffy coat and bouncing on her stubby feet, yipping in excitement  as her black nose twitched. You smiled softly, kneeling down to scoop up the little darling in your arms before pressing a kiss against the side of her head. 

“I’m sorry, Penelope. I didn’t think the paperwork would take me this long. How about you, me, and Morpheus here go outside for a bit while the chef makes us something yummy to eat?” Penelope licked your cheek in response, making you laugh. “Yes, yes, you would like that, wouldn’t you? Well, lead the way, silly girl.” You placed her back on the carpeted floor, watching in amusement as she almost barreled through the half-open doorway while Morpheus languidly stretched himself before following suit, although at a more leisurely pace and on your right side. 

An overprotective, energetic Pomeranian and a gentle Borzoi. They were last-minutes gifts from your parents, even when you had tried to persuade them that you did not desire anything for your fifteenth birthday. Now? They motivated you to step outside from your office and take time for yourself, though the habit of not eating lunch is still hard to break when these two ate twice a day, breakfast and dinner. 

And these two knew the way to their little playground like the back of their paws; down the grand staircase, turn right at the last step and then walk through the double stained glass doors to a cobblestone path that sliced through a wide, evergreen courtyard. They never liked the stone path, preferring to blitz across the grass. You would need to apologize to the gardener and make sure he’s paid properly for patching up the grass in the courtyard for the nth time after Penelope and Morpheus’ running around. 

In the center of this humble courtyard was a large two-tier fountain, commissioned by a famous craftsman in the Empire. Upon your request, the miniature statues of wolves that lined each tier were gulping down the water and  illuminated at night by magic. You personally liked the crescent-shaped moon where the water sprang out and was gulped down by the wolves  looking  up for it, for either guidance or sustenance. Fitting for Winterfell, the northern palace that served as your home. 

As much as you wished to appreciate the blossoming beauty of this chilly night on this little walk, your mind was plagued with anxiety and unease. The preparations for the Sun Ceremony would begin soon and the Emperor had not decided on which of his children would act as the Believer of Light. For Ariana or Bavilo, it was an opportunity to prove to the Emperor and everyone else that they had what it took to be his successor. All it meant for you was more paperwork and hours spent in the Empress’ office, organizing the event from the menus to the seating in the Holy Temple. You would never be considered to become part of such a sacred ceremony because the Emperor and Empress cannot bear the thought of another legitimate child being taken away from them by the gods. 

You squeezed your eyes shut. You inhaled deeply through your nose and slowly exhaled, allowing the scent of the white floribunda roses scattered across the courtyard to engulf your senses for a brief moment. To make you forget about the responsibilities you would have to face tomorrow and relax with your precious companions. You were about to take another breath when the sound of Penelope’s barking reached your ears. Blinking, you turned around and backtracked towards the fountain. 

Who or what did she see that was causing such a ruckus before dinnertime? Did Morpheus topple over her again? Did she see one of the new servants walking around and went into her watchdog mode until the danger passed? When you finally reached the center of the courtyard, she was snarling at someone you had not expected to see at this hour of the night. 

[nell phantom]

[efrit karsia]

[jade meldea]

[huan baek]

[raymond amber]

“No.” Dick answers decisively but with the hint of a laugh, as he lets go of his best friend, settling into the desk chair he'd already repositioned for optimal viewing. Dick has never been the possessive or insecure type, in fact, seeing how excited the premise of sleeping with his girl makes Wally is a bolster to his already teeteringly large ego.

Wally, totally buzz, could practically phase through the floor at any moment.

“Thanks, man!! This might just be the best gift ever!” He drums his fists against Dick’s chest, letting out some pent-up energy and then, in the blink of an eye, he’s on you.

It feels like a cool breeze is rolling over you as he examines you. Fingers tweaking your ribbons and brushing over your exposed skin so fast you barely know where he is at any given time. The only thing you're certain of is the hardness of his clothed cock pushing against you're pussy.

“You're the best present I ever got.” He repeats, this time to you, once he pulls away the soft binding that had been dressed across your mouth.

Before you can answer, Dick chimes in, endlessly amused by Wally’s enthusiasm. “You haven't even fucked her yet.”

When Wally replies, he’s still looking at you. Consuming you with those inviting eyes. “No, but I’ve been dreaming about all the things I want to do to you since the day we met.”

Those same green eyes travel along your face, appraising every inch of your skin with pure wonderment, and making you feel far more flustered than the reality of the situation ever did. Eventually, his gaze settles on your lips, all read and glossy, just for him and he whispers yearningly; “Can I kiss you?”

You want to make a joke about whether he planned on pumping and dumping you, but he asks so sweetly, that all you do is smile and nod, tilting your head up until you feel the callouses of his thumb on your cheeks and his lips grazing your own. He starts out so tenderly, savouring every second, committing every taste, every move, every look to memory. Uncaring of how your lipstick stains his face.

But he only has so much patience, can only hold back his precipitous nature for so long. Soon enough he’s holding your face steady as he hungrily soaks up your kisses, panting into your mouth, clinging to you like he’ll never get enough. Simultaneously, his hips have upped their tempo too. Increasing from a steady rut that had your already wound-up heat throbbing for more, to a constant, deep and mind-numbing grind that had you leaking through the satiny fabric your boyfriend had so lovingly bound you up in. You’d be pushing back against him, if Dick hadn’t done so good a job at ensuring you’re properly spread and displayed for his best friend.

“Wally?” You purr into his mouth, and you would swear his cock twitched before he snapped his head back to take you in. His face a wicked collection of freckles, spit, and lipstick.

“Yeah, baby?” He grins down at you, all doe-eyed and boyish. ‘He really is just happy to be here’ you think, watching as his gaze travels further down your body, following his own fingers as they graze your neck, then your makeshift collar, running over the curve of your breast before settling to fiddle with the tail of the ribbon that’s currently keeping them contained.

Needily, you buck your hips as best you can and let out yet another gratuitous whimper. “Need you. Want you to fuck me so bad.”

“Yeah?” His hand falters, dipping lower, tracing the bows that cover your core, his eyes and smile concurrently growing wider until Dick butts in.

“Don’t let her take over, Bud.” He warns, and instantly you narrow your eyes at him. He looks so calm and composed, leaning back and spreading his legs, but already his cheeks are tinted pink, and his hand is buried in his jeans. “Give her an inch, and she’ll take a mile.”

“She can have it all.” Wally muses, never taking his eyes from your form as he trails his hand upwards once more, having made his decision, he tugs at the smooth fabric until it gives, unveiling your breasts and making him suck in a breath as he takes them in. “Just let me have some fun first, yeah? You’re my present, after all, so it’s only fair, right?”

Please with Wally’s response, Dick shoots you a self-satisfied look, one that has you glaring daggers back at him until he just has to say something.  

“Don’t look at me like that.” He scolds playfully. “I’ll end this thing, and Wally will have to go without. Is that what you want?”

Briefly taken aback, Wally finally takes his eyes off you, his head darting back and forth between the two of you before he catches on to your game.

“Is he always this mean to you?” Wally asks with mocking sympathy, his speech marred by the way he drags his lips along the curve of your breasts.

“Yes!” You return, amping up the dramatization. “He’s so cruel.”

“I knew it!” Despite the bit, Wally doesn’t keep his mouth from kissing and sucking the tender skin of your nipples. Nor does he keep his hands from wandering your body still, weaving his fingers under your remaining trimmings. It’s like you’re a plethora of gifts, and he doesn’t know which to open next. “Don’t worry, you’re in safe hands now.”

“Good grief. The two of you deserve each other.” Dick scoffs, despite his warning, he does nothing but lean back further and bunch up the hem of his t-shirt to keep it from getting in his way.

“You ever been with a speedster before?” Wally asks keenly, leaning in to kiss you once more.

“No.” You answer, shaking your head when he pulls back. Wally’s delight is evident immediately.  

“Oh, baby. You don’t know what you’ve been missing.” In the blink of any, all the ribbons and bows are gone, strewn across the room, one suspiciously sitting haphazardly on Dick’s head. All but for the bindings that keeps you secured to Wally’s mattress. Exposing you completely, but offering you no give to shy away from the hot breath warming your inner thighs. “I am gonna rock your world.”

It’s sinfully thrilling, laying bare and vulnerable under two pairs of intensely watchful eyes. It’s enough to make you shiver in anticipation, but the real shockwaves come the moment Wally rolls his tongue between your slit, once, twice, three times, thoroughly and loudly enjoying the taste of you, and the way your hips tremble under his grip.

“Shhhhhhit.” With eyes closed, he groans into your slick folds. “You taste better than any Christmas cookie I ever tried.”

Dick laughs, you don’t have the capacity. As soon as the words are out of his mouth Wally glides two fingers into your dripping entrance. It’s not the way they stretch your walls that has you writhing, it’s the fact that they’re fucking vibrating.

“Oh-oh my god, Wally!” You whine, unconsciously pulling at your ties, desperate to grip onto something, to alleviate some of the tension he’s already building.

“You like that, sweet thang?” Wally hums, opening his eyes purely to soak in the way you’re already coming undone for him already. “You’re gonna love this.”

When he ambles his tongue against your clit again, it too is pulsing, tingly and intense. You crumble and twitch under his touch in seconds. “Fuck! Wally, Wally, oh my god, Wally!” You want to praise him, to tell him how good he’s making you feel but all that spills from your lips is a series of swears and prayer-like calls of his name. You’re so caught up in the moment, that you don’t notice Dick approaching, not until his weight dips the mattress beside your head and his fingers threat into your hair, brushing it from your flustered face in gentle little sweeps.

“Does that feel good?” He asks coolly, the stormy blue of his eyes overtaken by the expansiveness of his pupils.  “You gonna cum all over another man’s face?”

“Yes. Yes, Dick. Yes!” Your eyes flicker between the two men. They couldn’t be more different. Wally, bright and sunny, face full of warmth and contentment, virtually melting as he all but devours you. Dick, dark and seductive, enjoying the power he has over you even when you’re restlessly squirming on his best friends’ tongue.

“Don’t tell me.” He instructs, gently guiding you to face, focusing your attention back on Wally. “Tell him.”

“Wally, so, so good.” You whisper. “N-never felt like this before.”

You may be at your wit's end, but you still notice the way his eyes dart to Dick with a cocky quirk of his brow.

“She’s gonna cum for you, in 10.” Dick announces, and you’re not sure whether he just knows the signs better than you do, or if you’re so accustomed to cumming on command for him, but your body immediately grows taut, holding back ripples of pleasure, all stemming from the ceaseless throb of Wally’s probing fingers and flattened tongue.

“9, 8, 7…” Dick continues to count down, slow and steady, still playing with the stray tresses of your hair, wiping up any stray tears of frustration that leak from your wide eyes.  

“6, 5, 4…” Between Wally’s tightening grip, and the satin that holds your limbs down, you’ve no way to buck or roll, all you can do is tighten your fists and curl your toes, biting your lip as you silently beg your boyfriend to count faster.

“3, 2, 1.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.” Perfectly on queue, your orgasm wracks through you. Unrestrained moans escaping not just your own lips, but Wally’s too. His mouth never leaving the lip of your pussy, his fingers continuously buzzing between your sensitive folds as you whimper and groan, drowning in ecstasy. “Wally! Yes, yes, yes!”

“I could get used to this.” Wally praises, kissing his way along your stomach once you have nothing left to give him. His hot breath grazing your skin as he works his way up, mouthing your sensitive nipples once he’s in range until a set of strong, familiar fingers abandon you to wrap into the speedster’s rust-red locks. His jaw hangs open in shock and awe as Dick stands.

“Don’t.” Dick voices firmly, holding Wally in place until the former weakly nods his head. Despite his promise, the moment Dick relaxes his grip, Wally descends onto your chest. Planting, heated, open-mouthed kisses across your chest, smearing the wetness of your orgasm across your skin.

“Or I guess I’ll just have to make the most of you now.” He quips when you lock eyes.

“Untie me.” You surprise him and yourself with your reply, but you so badly want the freedom to run your fingers through his hair, to strip him of his clothes and kiss every one of his freckles without restraint, to pin him under your thighs and bounce on his cock until he’s as much a mess as he’d made of you. “C’mon Walls, I wanna touch you and kiss you and ride your cock ‘til I can’t walk straight.”

Any doubt that might have clouded his mind is quickly washed away as he envisions the reality of your promises. “Oh baby, how could I never say no to that.” He ponders aloud. A second later your limbs are freed.

He watches you intently as you stretch and flex your stiff muscles, both of you ignoring Dick who has retreated to his chair once more and is shaking his head. The first thing you reach for is the hem of his t-shirt. Frantically, you pull it over his head, excitedly trailing your hands over the lean muscle uncovered in its wake.

“You’re so hot.” You coo, sitting upright and stretching your legs over his, his hands clutching your thighs to help you mount him. His rosy skin is hot under your lips, his nails digging in as you smother any inch of skin you can reach with messy kisses. His hips jerk when your finger dips down once more, hooking into the waist of his pants. Impatient, he doesn’t allow you a chance to fumble with them, one moment you’re teasing him through the fabric, the next they’re gone.

He lets out an unintentionally high-pitched whine that puts your hairs on edge the moment you grace his cock with your fingers. You’d felt him rutting against your core already, but nothing prepared you for the reality. Pre-cum leaks from his tip, and he jerks once more when you press your thumb to it, swirling the moisture around his crown before you gently brush your fingers from tip to base, enjoying how his whole body practically sings at the touch of your soft lips and playful fingers.  

“Wow, Wally, you’re so hard.” You speak softly against his jaw.

He turns to look you in the eye as he sincerely replies: “I’ve been waiting a long time for this.”

“Well, you don’t have to wait anymore.” You remind him, eagerly shuffling forward until you’re close enough to slip his cock between your folds. “You gonna fill me up with your cock?”

“Yea-.”  

“Ahem.”

Immediately grounded by the sound of his voice, you both turn to face Dick. In one hand he’s holding his spit-slicked cock, evenly stroking it in long, relaxed motions. You almost want to crawl over there and take it in your mouth, but tonight is all about Wally, maybe you can persuade Dick to take a more active role if and when he shares you again.

In the other hand he holds a condom, the moment you and Wally register it you laugh at yourselves sheepishly for getting carried away. You reach for it first, but Wally beats you to the punch. Taking, unwrapping, and sporting it before settling back under your kneeling form before you even realise what’s happening.

“Our bad, man.” Wally apologies for the both of you, leaving Dick no time to respond before he’s nuzzling into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent and lining his erection up with your waiting entrance once again. “Just wanna fuck you so bad, baby girl. C’mon, c’mon.”

He continues, impatiently encouraging you as you lower yourself onto his length slowly, enjoying the blissfully painful stretch as his cock spreads your soft little pussy inch by inch, forcing yourself to take it slow. But you can feel the excited energy radiating from Wally. His fingers and toes are tapping, his teeth painfully sinking into his bottom lip as he tries and fails to stay still for you. You’re halfway down when he snaps, impatiently thrusting into you from beneath, evoking a pained cry from between your gritted teeth.

“Wally!” You scold, only half meaning it. Feels to fucking good to stay mad.

“I’m sorry.” He immediately apologises, brushing your flushed skin with kiss after hurried kiss. “I’m sorry, you just feel too good. Couldn’t help it. You took it so well. Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

Though he keeps murmuring apologies into your skin, not once has he stopped rocking his hips. Gleefully enjoying the way your face scrunches together, and your nails bite into his shoulders.

He keeps on murmuring his apologies right up until you lock your lips on his. You revel at how he never fails to smile into your kisses, even as you roll your hips upward. You plunge back down quickly, and he breaks your kiss to fall back, slack against the bed.

For once he doesn’t say anything, his emerald eyes greedily watching as you start to ride his cock in short, fast motions. At least, fast by your definition. You hope it’s everything he dreamed. If the way his eyes start to roll around, his body practically buzzing, it has to be at least close.

It’s pretty damn good for you too. The drag of his cock between your tender walls, the way he’s so happy to let you fuck yourself on him, to take whatever you need from his body, all the while watching you with nothing but lust-riddled adoration.

“Fuck. Wally. You’re driving me crazy.” You confess.

“He’s not doing anything.” Dick mutters, and you swear you’ve heard him mutter something akin already today.

But Wally appreciates your compliment. Confidently he weaves his hands behind his head, puffing up his chest as he turns to Dick. “Watch this.” He winks.

You nearly double over as his shaft begins to vibrate. It’s like your pussy takes over your body and you immediately sink lower onto him, trying to take him as deep as you can. Not a care in your mind as you keep calling his name, and desperately sway your hips in circles, enjoying the stimulation.

“Don’t stop now, babe.” Wally encourages, his voice shaking in time with the way his body pulsates, but it remains thick with fervour.

“That’s it, oh yeah.” He keeps going, holding your hands as you will yourself to keep sliding up and down the length of his cock. “Gee, you're so beautiful.”

The worship doesn't stop, his mouth moving just as fast as the rest of his body.

“Feels good right?” He asks keenly when your short breaths and slow riding turn loud and erratic. “You gonna cum again?”

You swear the moment a strained 'yes' leaves your mouth, the pressure stroking your inner walls multiplies tenfold, and it makes your muscles strain beyond use. “Feels so fucking good.” You can’t function. Luckily you don’t have to.

Wally takes you through it from beneath your trembling legs; rapidly thrusting up into your needy cunt and driving his thumb onto your clit until you buckle, toppling onto his chest as your orgasm pulls at your core.

“Man, she really milks it, doesn’t she?” His other hand wraps around your ass cheek, using the leverage to keep you bouncing just a little, easing his movements as rides out every last shockwave.

“Greedy is what she is.” Dick answers. “Give her a minute, she’ll be wanting more.”

He isn’t wrong. He rarely is.

At no point does Wally stop pumping into your oversensitive pussy or rubbing at your tender, swollen bud. It doesn’t take long until your walls start to pull tight around his cock, aching and begging for another climax.

“Oh, Wally~” You mumble into his shoulder, griping his biceps to support your heavy bones as you sit up once more. 

Your movements are sloppy, eyes only half focused, but you’re determined to find a rhythm. The moment you fall into one, however, Wally cries out, arching his back into the mattress and slapping your ass repeatedly in fast, desperate motions.

“Stop! Stop stop stop.” As soon as his words register in your brain, you pull away from him, reeling back completely, but he chases after you, ensuring his cock doesn’t leave the refuge of your warm, wet pussy for even a second.

“Are you okay?” You ask, confused and still half-dazed from having cum twice. Already enjoying the way his cock fills you in all the right places from this new angle; your back against the bed, hips inclined upward and legs around his waist. You don’t recall folding them around him, he must have done that for you.

“Yeah, I’m doing great, don’t you worry.” Wally reassures you, fingers in your hair, nose nuzzled in the crook of your neck. Already snapping his hips at a speed far beyond any normal human capabilities. “You make me feel so good. Such a tight. Sweet. Wet. Cunt.”

He’s telling you.

“So close.” He huffs through his teeth. “Can’t. Not yet. Wanna make it last.”

“I’m surprised you don’t want to finish in her mouth.” From this angle, you can’t see Dick as he chips in. But the sound of his voice makes you lightheaded, makes you wish he was more involved in the action. “I thought you’d be all over that.”

Wally comes to a complete standstill in t-minus 0.5 seconds, blankly staring into your eyes for what seems like an eternity before eventually turning to Dick, wide-eyed and fervid. Ignoring the way you desperately wither on his cock for any modicum of friction. “I can do that?”

“Yeah. She loves it. Goes fucking gaga over it. Don’t you pretty girl?” Dick answers for you. “It’s what I’m gonna do when you’re done with her.”  

“Yeah…” It’s true. The thought of Wally and Dick both spilling their load all over your waiting tongue would make you weak at the knees if they weren’t already jelly and you would never begrudge Wally the chance if it’s what he wants. But selfishly you want him so badly to keep fucking you. To take you over the edge on last time. So, with the roundest, wettest, most pleading eyes you can muster, you whisper; “but your cock feels so good, Wally. Please don't stop fucking me yet.”

Pride wells in his eyes as he looks down at you once more.

“What did I tell ya? Drunk on speedster cock already, huh?” Steadily he begins to buck into you once more. He’s slow and guarded, like he’s trying to hold back. “Even though it is my gift… Just one more, yeah?”

Absent-mindedly you brush your fingers through his fair, silently rewarding him for giving you what you want, admiring the way it makes his features soften, until the sound of Dick’s voice makes you both jump.

“Push over.” He jeers light-heartedly, but his grip is anything but as he grabs your arms and pulls you until your head hangs from the side of the bed. At no point does the feel of Wally’s cock dragging and pulsating deep with your walls falter, he follows close behind and pays Dick no mind as he continues to scold the pair of you. “Told you, if you’re too nice she’ll walk all over you.”

You on the other hand can’t take your glassy eyes off him. He’s the only one of you that’s still clothed, but for his pants which are now around his knees. His full length just inches from your face. You don’t realise your itching toward it, mouth open until he halts you by sticking two of his long fingers into your maw.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Dick asks, and Wally only shakes his head before slinking his face into your bosom. For a moment, Dick retracts his digits, using both hands to hold your tits closer together so that Wally can really rub his cheeks between them.

“Not at all.” Wally confirms, voice muffled by the fat of your breasts. You can’t even laugh, too weak from Wally’s cock, too eager for Dick. Even if you could, you don’t have the time. The moment he gets the go-ahead, Dick re-busies his hands, cupping your cheek and bringing his tip to your waiting lips.

Wally, seemingly determined to drag this out as long as possible, continues to fuck into your pussy agonizingly slow. He’s practically edging you at this point. Driving into you at the perfect pace to keep you wanting more without ever bringing you any closer to climax.

Dick has no such reservations. He’s already close, you can tell by the way he immediately begins to pant and clench as he drills his cock to the back of your throat, uncaring as to how you sputter and cough around him. He knows you can take it.

“Shh. You’re doing so well.” He praises when you grab onto the comforter, white-knuckling it as your body starts to jerk, desperate for air. His hand quickly relocates to your throat, pinning you back to the bed and practically jerking himself off through the flesh of your neck. “That’s my good girl.”

“Oh fuck. She’s clenching on it.” Wally's grip on you tightens, his pace growing faster but uneven. “Shit, that’s amazing, don’t stop.”

The tipping point comes when you feel the salty thickness of Dick’s release hit the back of your throat. If you could eat your words, you would. You’d practically begged Wally to get you off one last time but now that it’s rippling through you, you’re starting to ache, in and out. The bittersweet, joint-curling, body throbbing ache that feels so unbearably good. The sharp, salty taste of Dick filling your mouth only intensifies your pleasure. 

Dicks legs buckle as he finished, but he’s careful not to force his weight onto any more than he has been, and when he’s done, he releases his grip on your neck in favour of elevating your head, making sure Wally gets a good look at your blissed-out face and cum filled mouth. You haven’t swallowed yet, to gone to remember that Dick isn’t calling the shots tonight, so you don’t have to follow his rule of not swallowing until told.

“Look at that.” He muses in awe. “Told you, she fucking loves it.”

“I can see that.” Wally replies, but his eyes are on you. “You’re a pretty cum whore, ain’t you? You want some more?”

You nod awestruck at his words, you really hadn’t expected Wally to call you a whore, especially after he’d spent the night praising you so heavily. It does something funny to your body, making you feel light and tingly all over again, your pussy clenches around nothing. Wally has already disposed of his condom and made his way to your mouth. You sputter around the sudden intuition as he starts fucking Dicks cum deep into the back of your throat.

Dicks hold on your head prevents you from moving, but Wally doesn’t take long. Could be a just a couple of strokes, could be a hundred, it’s hard to tell through your naked, human eyes, he’s moving so fast it’s a blur, whatever he’s mumbling drones into a strange hum that vibrates through your body and then there’s a second, hot, thick load seeping down your throat.

As soon as you can, you swallow everything, instinctively looking at Dick for approval. He smiles back at you, that sly, proud smile he gives you almost every night that makes you feel all warm and fuzzy.

“Did you have fun, baby?”

“Oh, hell yeah!” Before you can speak, Wally interrupts. He’s strewn out across the bed beside you, smiling to himself like the cat that got the cream until his eyes flicker between you and Dick. “Oh, you mean her. Haha. Sorry.”

“I did, lots of fun.” You confer, scooting closer to Wally who is more than happy to take you into his arms, connecting his lips to your abused neck in seconds to plant soft, soothing kisses on your aching skin, unaware of how you reach your arms out to you boyfriend until he pulls up his trousers, climbs on the bed beside you both and settles on his side, not until Dick responds.

“Don’t you wanna get cleaned up?”

“Not yet.” You tug at him, pulling him closer until you're comfortably sandwiched between them both. Wally had taken it out of you, your body feels liquefied, and your eye lids are growing heavy. All you want to lay still in their company until you can find your baring and muster some energy. “Just want to cuddle for now.”

“Okay.” He replies hesitantly, occupying himself by checking your wrists, ensuring there are no bumps or bruises from your bindings. “But I don’t want Wally getting much more comfortable.”

“Hey! This is my bed.” Wally snaps back petulantly.

“If you don’t like it you can leave.” He only spares Dick a glance long enough to emphasise that he’s teasing before he turns back to you. “You can stay though.”

They go back and forth, play fighting for a long while, teasing threats and questions of a second round are bounced around, but you’re too tired to keep track. After a while their hands still, but stay gently fixed on your body as you’re lulled to sleep, relaxed and contented, long before Wally reminds Dick that his birthday is coming up soon.

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