Chapter #7The Aftermath. by: Unknown Nikita’s eyes shot open as a piercing shriek echoed around her. She instinctively tried to roll upwards, a task made slightly more difficult by the fact that she was swamped in a mountain of half open plum tomato cans. “Ew,” she groaned as she levered herself from the pile and tried to wipe the dripping red muck from her now tarnished turtleneck. She wobbled slightly as she kicked away more stray cans—she was feeling groggy from just waking up and all the booze and weed she’d indulged in beforehand had given her one hell of a splitting headache. Her naked left foot slapped on the cold linoleum floor of what she could only assume was a convenience store judging by the shelves stacked with all kinds of perishable refreshments whilst her right foot clacked inside the one heel she still had on.
A few seconds later and Nikita had stumbled out of the back of the store and into the main area where one hell of a sight beheld her. It seemed a cyclone of teenage angst had torn through the entire establishment, ripping everything in the store to shreds and leaving behind a decrepit wasteland of upturned boxes and spilled beverages. Everywhere Nikita looked there were either wasted food remnants scattered across the floor or a rack that had been haphazardly bowled to the ground. What the hell happened here, she asked herself.
She groaned as that blasted sound started a brand new cycle of piercing noise. The shriek seemed to be an alarm system, blaring obnoxiously loud at what seemed to be only seven o’clock in the morning. Nikita plugged her fingers into her ears as she walked towards the small box on the wall controlling it. She was no tech whizz and knew the only certainty she did in fact know was that she didn’t know what the hell she had to do to stop it. It was clumsy work as she screwed around with a few stray wires hung from the side . Eventually her patience ran thin and her hand came down hard on the plastic panel on the front, shattering it and coincidentally silencing the alarm. Eh, a win’s a win.
Nikita’s ears pricked up as she heard a low groan coming from behind one of the vending machines tucked into the corner of the store. It took a few tugs but she eventually shifted it a few inches forwards, revealing a very disoriented Jayde tucked behind. Nikita kicked off her useless right heel before dragging the intoxicated lass out into the middle of the room, quite a difficult task considering Jayde was nearly half a foot taller than her at 5’10”. Spotting a pack of sleeping salts on one of the only untouched shelves beside her Nikita snatched it and fumbled around with them for a few seconds. A moment later and Jayde groaned louder this time, her eyes bulging outwards as she sat up and took in her surroundings.
“Oh, sh*t,” she mumbled. “Did we rob a store last night?” Nikita chuckled meekly but since she wasn’t completely sure either she kept her lips shut. Suddenly Nikita and Jayde heard another type of shrieking, this one distinctly resembling their friend Cheryl, and they ran towards it.
“Look at me!”
Apparently Phoenix had reacted quicker than the two girls, a comforting hand already on Cheryl’s back as she freaked out. Nikita cocked her head to the side; there seemed to be nothing abnormal about Cheryl apart from the normal dishevelment. Her blonde hair seemed to be soaked in a brown goop and clung to the side of her now grubby face and her orange jumper seemed to have been discarded. Apart from that not much was amiss. Actually, wait a second... As Nikita’s eyes trailed further down the wide-eyed girl’s body, she noticed there was a strange stirring at the groin of her khaki slacks. Yes, there it was again! The fabric seemed to slowly rise up as Nikita stared at it, her alarm growing proportionally, until it formed a clear and distinct bulge that was irrefutably very, very real.
“What...” Nikita gasped.
“...The...” Phoenix continued.
Yasmin came stumbling in, her smile as dopey as ever. “Ugh, guys, last night was soo f*cking mental, how come we haven’t...” Yasmin’s eyes zeroed in on Cheryl’s newest appendange. “When the f*ck did you have a d*ck?!”
“Never!” Cheryl screeched, tears swelling round her eyes. “I’ve no f*cking clue when, how or why I got this f*cking cock, I’ve no idea whose the f*ck it is and I don’t f*cking know how the hell I’m gonna get rid of it!” Cheryl squealed in utter anguish, hands dug hard into her temples with quiet sobs coming from her mouth.
“Why would you want to get rid of it?!” Yasmin hollered. She ran over to Cheryl and shamelessly got down on her knees to analyse her friend’s newest piece of equipment. There seemed to be stars in her eyes as she tenderly reached her hands forwards. She approached carefully, prodding and probing the thing before gingerly stroking it and caressing it in her hands. All of the other girls looked on in profound disbelief. Cheryl herself seemed quite conflicted about the ordeal, wriggling uncomfortably yet biting her bottom lip in silent pleasure. “You’re f*cking huge,” Yasmin whispered before she carefully undid the buttons on Cheryl’s bottoms and slid them off, revealing a huge, throbbing piece of manmeat with a chocolatey complexion, large veins pulsing on the surface and a monstrous head to boot.
“Damn, that’s f*cking hot’,” Nikita slipped out, immediately covering her mouth and wishing the ground would swallow her whole. The rest of the girl’s gazes flashed to her—Yasmin giggled surreptitiously, Jayde gave her a slightly surprised grin and Cheryl blushed profusely. Phoenix scowled and rolled her eyes. “You really think so, Nik?” Cheryl asked, half seriously. Nikita didn’t respond, her cheeks still flushed red and her lips fighting off a nervous smile.
“I know I wouldn’t mind a BBC like this for myself,” Yasmin said, “Preferably if it wasn’t attached to one of my girls.” That resulted into a mutually awkward chuckle from all the friends. Yasmin got up off the floor and and brushed herself down while Cheryl awkwardly shoved her new buddy back into her lace knickers and did her buttons up again. Nikita fished a pair of men’s briefs from one of the racks and tossed it Cheryl’s way. “Thanks, babe,” she purred as she wiped her tears away, sending Nikita a sky wink that sent goosebumps across her skin. Something about the delivery of those lines sounded a bit more than friendly to Nikita’s ears but knowing Cheryl it could’ve been nothing more than habit.
“What the f*ck was in that weed, Yasmin,” Jayde groaned as she clutched her head. “I feel dumber...er.”
Yasmin smiled. Somehow she seemed unafflicted with the same nausea and headaches her friends were experiencing. She rifled around in her purse for a second (how’d she keep a hold of that) and whipped out the tiny baggie that’d contained the strange new strain smoked the morning before, a tiny bit of blue residue still nestled at the bottom of the pack. “EF-12,” she read from the label. “No idea what it was but the dealer said it’d pack a hell of a kick once we got going.”
“Did he also tell you it’d make me grow a f*cking cock?!” Cheryl seethed.
Yasmin frowned and shook her head. “No, Cheryl, he didn’t warn me about anything like that happening. Maybe he said something standard about being careful during the layover time after usage but apart from that nothing.”
“How do we know it was the weed in the first place?” Phoenix interjected. “There’s an infinite amount of possible scenarios that could put us here; there could’ve been aliens that beamed down while we were intoxicated, or maybe trait thieves that knocked us out and used us as swapping material, or maybe even...”
Jayde sighed and rolled her eyes. “You can bang on about your hypotheticals all you want, Pho, I’m not gonna take you seriously. For f*ck’s sake, all your ideas come from f*cking fanfiction you wrote online for a bunch of bonafide perverts! I know this is f*cking mental but right now I’d rather believe that someone tainted the batch we took with some secret government science-mumbo-jumbo than believe in you thinking little green men from Mars abducted us while we were drunk!” Phoenix winced, her pride obviously wounded by Jayde’s sharp tongue. She rest her back against the wall behind her and pulled her cap down low, obscuring her face as she crossed her arms over and entered intense pensive thought.
“That was uncalled for, Jayde,” Nikita said. Nikita turned to Phoenix: she’d perked her head up slightly but said nothing. Nikita’s comment seemed to have
“ ‘Uncalled for’?! You know what’s uncalled for? You butting in when you’re not even involved in the conversation, that’s what’s uncalled for! Always gotta get your slimy little snake head into the midst of everything, like you’re the main protagonist and this whole universe centres around you and you alone!”
Nikita’s fist balled in anger. Jayde cackled menacingly and slapped her forehead. “Oh god, you’re so f*cking full of yourself, all the goddamn time. I had to convince these guys to let you come, you know that? After you and her,” she pointed at Phoenix, “had your little ‘incident’, all you’ve done is make things awkward. But no, I had faith in you, faith that you could sort whatever happened between you by yourselves, like adults, and that we’d all go back to playing ‘happy family’ afterwards. Look where that got us: you come back one time and now we’re all swapped freaks.” Jayde laughed to herself again but now the playful cackles sounded more like pensive sobs.
Nikita wiped a tear from her eye. She sniffled slightly before turning and racing the other girls. Their mouths were wide open and their gazes distraught. Nikita nodded sadly. “Well,” she began with a lump stuck in her throat, “Glad that’s out there.”
Cheryl broke the awkward silence. “What now?”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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