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Fae Tales	By : FieldDranzer Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 9840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: And just like that, we're all caught up on the stockpile I had of stories. A lot of the time, I just forget to post chapters, for a variety of reasons, but mostly because I forget after work. For those that want to focus on the story however, I present to you a bout of casual debauchery in the form of a night out with girls no one expected to meet up with. This chapter is somewhat light on the lewdness, but it was fun to write nonetheless. Without further ado, enjoy the view~
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Out Clubbing

Loud, rhythmic thumping echoed throughout a dimly lit room, heightened by a myriad of voices, cheers and drunken outbursts from the floor below. Beyond a glass panel railing that safeguarded the patrons above, two sets of eyes peered down upon the multi-colored floor at the center of the club; a space dedicated for dancing on the wildest of nights. Beside them, a dozen more booths like theirs lined the walls, though theirs was immaculate in comparison to some of the heavy drinkers that lounged on the opposite side of the second floor.

Clad as formally, but casually as he could manage, the onyx eyes belonging to Natsu Dragneel scoured across the multitude of men and women that lingered on the floor below. To his right, Gray Fullbuster reclined back within their U-shaped booth, adorned by a pitch black button-up shirt whose sleeves were rolled all the way up to reach his elbows, with a few of the buttons left undone. Aside from that, a necklace dangled from around his neck, though where his roommate had uncovered such a treat, Natsu himself did not know.

On his end however, Natsu had gone beyond the normal decorum required to attend any such place. A blazing red vest with an ornate scale pattern adorned his chest, though a majority of what could be found beneath was all but hidden beneath a navy blue blazer.

“Think they’ll actually show up?” Gray asked somewhat loudly, attempting to speak through the insufferably loud volume that blasted through the speakers in the walls.

Furrowing his eyebrows where he sat, Natsu visibly shrugged his shoulders, reaching forth to sip the crystalline clear liquid within a tumbler glass. The day before had been a marvel of unexpected events, from stumbling upon two women that they both recognized from a different kind of club, to being asked to exchange numbers by one of them. Following that day of weirdness however, the one whose number they had received had texted them in the evening, inviting them out to the event that now followed. However…

“We got here pretty early, I know, but with the line outside-” Right as Natsu’s lips parted ways to speak up, he snapped his teeth shut; an audible racket and a myriad of drunken squeals emanating from somewhere below their feet.

Separated into two floors as it was, the main entrance to the nightclub was located directly beneath their feet, through a floor that had undoubtedly withstood a dozen bar brawls without so much as a scratch. The spectacle below continued for a while, so much so that Gray arose from the outer edge of the booth to peer over the edge that was the glass railing, though even then, no clear response came forth. That was, until the raven haired man looked across his shoulder with a gleeful smirk.

“They showed up alright.” Gray confirmed, a smug expression adorning his face, even as Natsu attempted to get up to see what his friend had seen. “Nu-uh. They’re heading up the back stairs, so just sit down and drink.” Waving his hand dismissively, the icy scholar returned to their booth, fully aware of the sight that danced upon his mind.

With another shrug of his shoulders, and another heavy sip of whiskey, Natsu allowed himself a moment’s reprieve.

Levy McGarden and Lucy Heartfilia, those were the two he knew would show up that night, but how the ladies would dress, Natsu couldn’t so much as begin to imagine. Briefly, the thought of what they did as a profession came to mind, and whether he wanted to or not, the pinkette vaguely imagined the curvaceous blonde showing up in a swimsuit, or perhaps even the outfit she had worn for her exotic dance.

“Did we keep you waiting?” The bubble that had formed around Natsu’s mind burst as quickly as it had formed, snapping the bachelor back to the matter of hand; his onyx eyes swiveling up to greet and answer their companions.

The first sight to meet his eyes however, left even his throat parched. Levy was the one that had spoken up, a meek tone of voice, fooling even Natsu’s experienced ears. From head to toe, the blue haired woman was a marvel beyond belief. Sleek, subtle curves, a pale complexion that made even Gray look tan, and a generous, soothing smile that could melt anyone’s frozen heart. That, of course, was where the innocence ended.

Adorning her form, the blue haired woman had chosen to wear a sleek black cocktail dress, with an exceptionally short skirt. There was no flair beside its excessively small size, to the point where everything beneath was revealed, without being indecent about it. Along the deep v-shaped neckline of the dress that left a fair amount of cleavage on display, Natsu could have sworn to have seen a series of black sparkles, though when his eyes dipped lower, his breath was all but snatched free from his lungs. Beneath the seductively short hem of Levy’s dress, the smooth, creamy skin of her spotless thighs sent a shiver down the length of Natsu’s spine; an inch shorter, and everything between the courtesan’s thighs would have been exposed to the world.

Practically gulping where they sat, it took Natsu a moment to snap back to the matter at hand; unable to so much as look away without offering some sort of reply. “We were hanging out from before, no worries.” It was by no means a total lie, nor did the warm smile he received in kind signal that Levy had taken it poorly.

“That’s amazing~” She practically cheered, clapping her hands lightly together in a way that made the golden zipper of a black handheld purse chime. “We brought a friend along too, hope you boys don’t mind?”

Before he could so much as reply that time, Natsu slowly turned his eyes upon the second person of their little group; once more finding himself lost for breath.

Whereas Levy had been gorgeous and flirtatious from head to toe, Lucy Heartfilia now stood before him, an arm held down by the side of her form, with her other hand carefully rubbing her elbow. From head to toe, the exotic dancer looked dazzling, pure and pristine, with her golden yellow hair pulled up into a bun that made even more of her head stand out, to the point where Natsu’s eyes zeroed in on what appeared to be a droplet shaped earring.

Past the exterior however, a dress befitting the red carpet leisurely caressed her form; a set of straps winding up and around her neck, to support her immodest bust. A deep maroon in color, it cascaded down the length of her curvaceous body, past the swell of her chest, down along the perfect hourglass shape that was her waistline, before splitting up into a loincloth style around her thighs. On both the left and the right, her thighs, creamy and unblemished, were put on full display, leaving nothing to the imagination when it came to whether or not she wore anything beneath the dress.

Blinking his eyes rapidly where he sat, it took Natsu a moment to remember to breathe, hastily gulping down a mouthful of air in the process. If Levy was the pinnacle of sultry seduction, then Lucy was the epitome of class and propriety, offering a temptation that had his pants straining at the thought of what hid beneath.

However…

“What? Pinky is one of ‘em?” Winding her arms around the shoulders of the two ladies on her flanks, a third and final woman stepped into view; a broad grin upon her lips and a bottle of scotch held firmly within her left hand.

Out of the corner of his eye, Natsu could practically see the exasperated look that crossed Levy’s face, though needless to say, his onyx eyes swiveled over to take in the sight that was his third and final companion.

The first thing that stood out to him was undoubtedly the casualness of her attire. Whereas the other two were dressed to impress, the third woman whose dark brown hair cascaded down along her cheerful face could not have cared less about what she wore. A set of skin tight jeans clutched the sides of her thighs and legs, seemingly strangling the woman where she stood, while undoubtedly framing her rear in a way that would have left many a man unconscious. At her waist however, the modesty was thrown out the window. A loose silk halter top with a criss-cross of straps that went behind her head adorned what would otherwise be the largest chest among the three…

… save for the fact that the top appeared to be two sizes too small, leaving the entirety of her stomach exposed, while the top itself began directly below her luscious breasts.

Gulping where he sat, Natsu slowly nodded his head, unsure what more to do in the presence of a woman he had only ever seen naked. Cana Clive, a seductress of Fairy Tail, had entered the club to join the fray.

“How’d you get through the line outside so fast?” Luckily for the pink haired student, his friend was just as quick on the uptake. With a motion of his right hand, a nearby waiter was signaled to bring another bottle of liquor to their table, though Gray’s sights were set upon the trio that made themselves comfortable.

“Flashed the bouncer,” Cana spoke up, ushering Lucy into the depths of the booth, at the far side of the rectangular table, on Natsu’s left flank. “Could’ve sworn there was a bigger line, but they just sorta vanished.”

Blinking his eyes twice, it took both Natsu and Gray a moment to register what had been said aloud, exchanging a brief look before both men returned their gaze to where Cana made herself at home in the middle. “You… flashed the bouncer?” Directing their gazes towards the strained crop top that fought an uphill battle of keeping Cana’s breasts hidden, Natsu was the one to speak.

“Mmhm! Cana and Lucy did, yeah!” From the right, Levy chimed in, already rummaging around inside of the small purse by her side, eventually picking out a smartphone. “I took some pictures, look.”

Without so much as waiting for their replies, Levy McGarden had pulled out, unlocked and flipped through her library of pictures, turning the phone around for Natsu and Gray to behold. True to her word, it was a picture of a middle aged, dark haired man, clad in a form fitting silk shirt with a blazer on top, although he was by no means the center of attention. With his arms wrapped around the two beauties before them, Cana and Lucy flanked each of his sides, one of which had simply yanked her top up and over her head, while the other had pulled the straps of her dress aside.

Absent-mindedly, as Lucy’s eyes grew wide and her hands flew up to snatch the phone out of Levy’s grasp, Natsu’s onyx eyes beheld the blonde’s expression. While Cana appeared cheerful at the concept of shedding her clothes, Lucy… was almost annoyed, pouting while looking off to the side.

“You promised not to share that one!” Lucy hissed, causing Levy to retract the phone and behold the picture for herself.

“Huh? But if I had done it, we probably wouldn’t have gotten in?” Levy returned in kind, a look of feigned ignorance upon her face, despite the wicked smile that caused her lips to curl up. “Besides, the guy said he loved big boobs.”

Letting loose a low, almost whiny sigh a moment thereafter, Lucy Heartfilia slumped out across the table; a faint flush adorning her cheeks, if only for a moment.

As quickly as the subject had arisen, and as quickly as Natsu’s mind was thrown for a loop, the situation settled down once more. Dressed to impress though they might have been, the moment Gray arose to fetch them something to drink, the mood shifted altogether. Gin for Levy, a gallon of ale and a few dozen shots for Cana, and wine for Lucy. Simple enough orders in and off of themselves, and without so much as a look across his shoulder, Gray resigned Natsu to the fate of handling their lady friends.

“Lulu…!” A soft, flirty whine echoed from the opposite side of the table, once more drawing Natsu’s attention towards it. “It’s a cute picture!” Levy, waving her arms towards her blonde haired friend, pouted cutely, blowing out her cheeks with her lips pursed. “Besides… it’s not like he hasn’t seen you and Cana naked before~”

Having snatched up Levy’s phone in the argument, Lucy only shot her friend a soft glare, slowly scrolling down through the pictures in her phone library. “It’s not like that! And who hasn’t seen Cana naked at this point?” Hissing out the final bit, Lucy’s brown eyes swiveled down… before her entire body tensed up.

In a final act of defiance, Levy snatched her phone back from Lucy’s grasp, pausing to inspect which file had made her friend freeze. When her gaze fell upon the phone, the widest, most lecherous grin stretched itself across her lips, sending shivers down Natsu’s spine in response.

“Now this however~” Giggling at the near aghast expression of her blonde friend, Levy playfully reclined back on the couch that made up their entire booth, snuggling down into its purple velvety covers. “Ever seen these two kiss before?”

The question appeared out of nowhere, snapping Natsu’s mind out of the whirlwind of curiosity that had drawn it in, but before he could answer, Gray returned to their table with a waitress in tow; a tray of liquor, shots, and bottles flooding its surface.

“Sorry for the wait. Didn’t really know what kinda gin you wanted, so I brought extras. And shots!” Thanking the waitress by their side, Gray Fullbuster, blissfully unaware of the development at the table, eased the liquor into the center of the table.

“Finally!~” Cana, distantly observing the debacle from the corner of the booth, cheered loudly, pumping a fist into the air in a way that made her already flimsy top hike up even more. With a start, the waitress that had placed their drinks on the table blushed profusely, coughing where she stood as half of Cana’s firm, yet voluptuous breasts were put on display.

“You get used to it…” Gray apologized on behalf of their group, a bead of sweat and an awkward smile apparent, as he held up a singular hand; fingers held straight with his palm facing inward.

The one that reached out for one of the first shots however, was not Cana. From the direct left, Natsu watched, eyes wide, as Lucy not only grabbed one of the shot glasses, but immediately slammed it down; clinking the small glass down onto the smooth surface of the table before getting yet another shot. Cana, not one to be outdone, only flashed her friend and colleague a grin, doubling down on the shots as well. Originally, Gray had ordered ten shots, two for each participant at the table, but before the waitress had quelled her blush, half had already been devoured by the two ladies at the ends of the table.

“Uh oh…” Levy whispered, just quietly enough for Natsu alone to hear.

“Is this going to end poorly?” The pink haired student asked in turn, leaning back as Lucy’s pale arm slid around to grab a fourth shot. “Do we need more shots?” It was a genuine question on his behalf, for at their current pace, he feared that none would be left for anyone else.

“Uh, well… you see,” Levy began, a bead of sweat rolling down the side of her face, even as the music from below thrummed through the air. “I’ll text you later, with the video… if you survive tonight.”

Without so much as another word of warning, Levy reached out to grab one of the glasses filled with a clear, transparent liquid. By that point in time, as Natsu peered down, five shot glasses were placed before both Cana and Lucy, though one was worse for wear than the other. On Cana’s behalf, her eyes were triumphant, and her lips were curled up into a devious smirk. To his left however…

Lucy Heartfilia, from the day the two had met, had been a shining beacon of beauty and perfection, divine and heavenly, appearing almost as a scantily clad angel in a den of sin. Seeing her in the maroon colored dress, clearly not wearing a bra beneath, Natsu’s heart had skipped a beat. Now, however, when his eyes fell upon his angel, his throat clenched up, unable to so much as speak.

Her complexion was much the same, perhaps adorned with an ounce more make-up than usual, but still, her form was pristine and pale, slender, yet curvaceous. Although, before his very eyes, a change was set in motion. Scattered haphazardly across her cheeks, a dull, crimson colored flush had arisen out of nowhere, bringing with it a haze that made her brown eyes shine all the brighter. The greatest change however, was undoubtedly in the way she sat; her legs were spread ever so gently beneath the table, and her hands, once held stubbornly by her side, lingered upon her own thighs, playfully tugging upon the loincloth portion that was the bottom of her dress.

“Hey, you guys do your thing~” Cana mentioned, breaking the atmosphere of the table briefly, all except for Natsu. “There’s a little lion downstairs that’s just dying for some good company~” With no further explanation, the jean clad woman leapt up onto her feet, sauntering off towards the stairwell leading down with enough of a sway on her hips to make even Gray’s eyes widen.

Following after her friend’s swaying rear for the briefest moment, Levy’s eyes swiveled over towards Gray; a meek look adorning her face. “Want to hit the dance floor?” Practically cowering where she sat, the blue haired woman’s voice rang out, a hushed whisper aimed only at him.

With Cana’s swaying rear disappearing into the distance, and the strangest set of parting words lingering within his mind, Gray all but snapped back to reality at the sound of the invitation. Between the blonde haired woman whose head swooned and rolled atop her shoulders, and the blue haired one whose big, round eyes practically gleamed at him to follow along, Gray could do little more than nod. Before he eased himself out of the booth however, his left hand reached up to clasp itself atop Natsu’s shoulder.

“Don’t do anything too bad up here.” Flashing his friend a grin, Gray eventually moved on; his right hand locked tightly with Levy’s, much to the blue haired girl’s eternal embarrassment.

On his end, Natsu could do little more than roll his eyes, though before he could so much as reply, a warmth spread itself up along his thigh. Lucy, either dissatisfied or bored of their exchange, gently dropped her upper body towards him; one hand caressing his thigh while the other wrapped itself around his waist. “C’mon, lesh have some fun?~”

With a start and a rapid set of blinking eyes, Natsu stared, mouth agape, at the blonde beside him. Creeping forward ever so slightly, the maroon colored dress that clung to her form did him no favors, nor did the alcohol that reeked off of her breath bring with it a temptation either. Yet, regardless of what he believed he wanted, the moment her fingers dared to move up towards the apex of his thighs, Natsu Dragneel forcibly pulled them away.

Lucy Heartfilia was, without a doubt, a lightweight.

“Heeey~” She tried once more, a pout upon her lips and a stubborn gleam in her eyes. “I want y- hic- you.” Flustered, a blush so red that it affected her stature adorned the blonde’s cheeks, leaving her otherwise pale complexion stark red by contrast.

Shuffling around, the blonde eased herself ever closer, so much so that, before Natsu himself could decide what to do, her cheek came to rest upon his stiffened left shoulder. No more than an inch to his left, Natsu could practically feel the warmth that radiated off of the stripper’s bosom, heightened all the more by the arousal that coursed through his veins. However, regardless of which morals the pinkette lacked, he himself would never lay claim to a drunk girl.

“Lesh find a back room,” Lucy continued, tilting her chin up to playfully swipe her tongue across Natsu’s cheek, sending yet another shudder up the length of his spine. “Ride you real hard, make a mesh~”

Off to the right side, a waitress passed them by with a tray filled to the brim with more alcohol. Locking eyes with the person, Natsu made a silent gesture for something more to drink, though seeing the situation, what the waitress would bring back was clear as day. Water on the house.

Squaring up his posture where he sat, Natsu Dragneel heaved in a sharp breath of air, steeling his already rock hard resolve, even as a flirtatious hand caressed the bulge between his legs. “I am not sleeping with you when you’re drunk.” His tone was as strict as he could possibly make it, both hoping and praying that his message was conveyed.

“Oooh~” Purring out her reply however, Lucy did little more than press her lips down against the nape of his exposed neck. “I always liked a bad boy~” Pressing her fingers down against the bulge between Natsu’s legs, the pinkette heaved in another sharp breath, though this time, it was to stifle a moan as much as anything else.

Passing them by on the side, the waitress from before dropped off a glass of crystal clear water, filled to the brim with ice cubes to keep it cool. The tumbler glass was decisively slid towards Lucy’s half of the table, though it was overlooked within moments.

“C’mon, bae,” Lucy tried once more, casting a glance upon the glass that was pushed her way. “One little dance won’t hurt. Promise to be gentle~” Giggling at a joke the pinkette hadn’t even heard, the flustered stripper eased her free hand upward, gently playing with one of the straps of her dress.

Between the drunkard on his left and the ongoing festivities on the floor below, Natsu’s mind was made up as quickly as Lucy’s attempt to undo the straps of her dress, and with a swift twist of his upper body, his digits latched themselves on top of her shoulders. “Let’s go dance a bit?”

It wasn’t a question so much as a subtle plea, but fortunately for him, the blonde’s brown eyes lit up like fireworks at his request. Reaching out to grasp the edges of the nearest tumbler glass, Lucy all but devoured the glass of water as she did the shots that came before it, letting loose a soft, breathy moan when every little ounce was gone. Casting a glance across his shoulder, Natsu could practically feel the gazes of the others on the second floor, silently judging him for not bringing his date with him somewhere private.

The trip downstairs was as quick as Natsu could comfortably pull Lucy along, without causing the blonde to trip on her surprisingly subtle heels. With her every step, a dull click reverberated behind them, seemingly louder the closer to the dance floor they got.

Blasting forth from the speakers mounted upon each and every corner of the nightclub, a rather popular song combined with a dozen others kept the crowd guessing, changing beats as quickly as the thumping of his heart. At one point in time, a song that often played in casinos rang out, yet before he could so much as react, the two had reached the very bottom of the staircase; two sets of eyes gazing out into the wilderness that was the gathered crowd.

In the midst of the party that had all but erupted around them, Cana’s scantily clad, curvaceous form ducked and weaved back and forth, one hand grasping a bottle of ale, while the other…

Peering through the veil with furrowed eyebrows, Natsu could have sworn to have seen an unruly mane of orange hair, though as quickly as the thought crossed his mind, Cana once again spun the two around. In the very same crowd, Gray’s gallant figure could be seen, one arm draped around a blue haired woman’s waist, while the other was down upon her ass; greedily groping Levy’s behind in the most public setting possible.

As quickly as his feet touched down upon the dance floor itself however, the hand that had been entwined in his own rushed forth, dragging him along for the ride. Lucy, a smile across her lips and eyes as wide and sparkly as gems, ushered them both onto the floor, bouncing up and down erratically in a way that made her braless breasts jiggle beneath her dress. They hadn’t so much as reached the center of the ever growing pit of people before Natsu himself joined the dance.

Flashing lights, beating music and a bubbly laughter that sent shivers down the length of Natsu’s spine echoed throughout the hall; the voices of a few dozen people intermingling all as one. In the midst of it all, Natsu could have sworn to have seen Cana’s top fly by, but when he turned his head around to look, the voluptuous exhibitionist was nowhere in sight. No more than an inch away however, his eyes once more feasted upon the beauty that laid before him.

No more than two months beforehand, his life had been dim, dark and perpetually shrouded in a grey haze. Expectations were a thing he had come to know, growing up as the heir to a gambling empire brought with it its downsides. Where Igneel stepped, he was meant to follow.

Now, however, the ray of light that shone down before him in the form of a bright and bubbly woman had cast that haze away. Granted, it was her job to make him feel good, but if that was all there was to it, she wouldn’t have been there that night, right?

As abruptly as his thoughts overwhelmed him, something unmistakably soft squished itself up against his broad chest, causing his arms to wrap themselves around the person’s waist in moments. A mane of spun gold was pressed into the nook of his neck, yet without so much as a warning, a set of pink, plump lips ascended to conquer his own.

Wet and warm, her embrace continued, banishing what little doubt had formed within the back of his head. Caught up as they were, in the midst of a mosh pit of people in one of Magnolia’s many nightclubs, Natsu couldn’t help but return the gesture in kind. With his arms wrapped loosely around her shoulders, the heir to a casino empire parted his lips, accepting her demanding tongue inside before faltering in surprise. Ferocious strokes of her tongue practically knocked him back, but her lips refused to let go, ever attached to his tongue as the song changed its tune.

How long the two were caught up as such, neither participant knew, but before long, even Lucy Heartfilia had to pull away; face ablaze, tongue lolled out of her mouth, ravenously heaving for air. Breathless himself, Natsu’s arms wound themselves tighter around his lover’s shoulders, easing her closer and closer until-

“Cana’s starting a drink-off.” A voice broke them free from their trance, and with a start that caused his arms to slip, Natsu stared up, dumbfounded, into the gaze of his roommate.

Letting loose a ragged breath of air to stifle his beating heart, Natsu’s face warmed up, so utterly caught up in their kiss that their surroundings had all but faded away. Returning his gaze towards his date however, his cheeks only warmed up more.

Staring back from her place upon the dance floor, the widest, most wicked grin adorned Lucy’s face, heightened all the more by the sultry gleam that shone through her brown eyes. When Gray had come to signal them towards the bar, his hand had slipped, though whether it was due to their familiarity or a growing habit, it had fallen down to openly grab and grope the blonde’s behind; squeezing and kneading her bubbly butt even as the realization crossed his mind.

“Always knew you were an ass guy~” Giggling deviously to herself, the already hammered stripper took a step forward, one hand playfully dragging the top of her dress down, just enough to give him a perfect view of her cleavage and her naked breasts. “I’d fuckin’ love to get splashed with cum and walk around like a bitch on a leash~”

Gulping audibly, it took the pinkette a moment to recover, standing still in the midst of an ever changing dance floor. Burned into his mind’s eye, his opinion of the prim and proper, yet somehow innocent and stubborn stripper changed once more. Although, after a few more moments, he reared his head around to follow suit.

Levy and Lucy had already taken up their posts by the main bar, a long counter that was made up of glass with a bright cyan light underneath it. Between the two, Cana sat cross legged upon a bar stool, putting her already tightly clad ass on an even greater display, though what stood out to Natsu the most was undoubtedly the empty shot glasses by her side. Dozens, easily numbering a hundred when he peered at the glasses shared between her and her slew of competitors, lined the counter, accompanied by a bartender that looked all the more baffled when the scantily clad woman ordered another round of shots.

What shook Natsu the most however, was not the people that lay half unconscious on the floor, but rather, the man that sat beside the counter; a bead of sweat clearly rolling down the side of his face, whilst his eyes were hidden beneath a pair of blue shades. The man himself was as easily identified as anyone else, but how he knew where the two of them would be-

“Got a minute?” Gray’s voice once more rang through the air, clearing away the suspicion that lingered within Natsu’s mind. A few seats further down, Gray sat with his head in his hands, a look of brief unease adorning his face.

Shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly in return, Natsu stepped around the duo at the center of the counter, sidelining Loke Regulus while gently peering past Cana; staring up at Lucy and Levy for the briefest moment.

“Hey, so, like… do you know how old Levy is by chance?” Gray began, not even waiting for Natsu to settle down before erratically rambling off. Caught off guard by that question in its entirety, Natsu paused, glanced down the length of the counter once more, and genuinely thought as hard as his mildly alcohol induced mind could muster.

“Probably… mid twenties? Older than us, at least.” Even though he had spent an obscene amount of time in Fairy Tail by student standards, ages were a sensitive subject, seeing as to how it could more easily identify people beyond the safety of the brothel. Although, in some cases, reassurance was needed…

“Okay, cool.” Turning his head back around, a soft clicking reached Natsu’s ears, causing him to follow suit.

“You’ve been pretty awkward around her, y’know.” Natsu began at last, a shrug on his shoulders and a seemingly disinterested look in his eyes. “Lucy, I mean. What, you’ve been with her too?” Although his question was asked jokingly, the moment the words left his lips, a somber realization did cross his mind.

To his immeasurable surprise, and eternal entertainment, Gray did little more than slump forward, fully planting his face down against the glass counter with the most ragged sigh Natsu had ever overheard in his life.

“Loke invited me once, a while ago. Said he escaped an engagement and wanted to celebrate that, so he brought me to a brothel, claimed that he had signed us up for something great,” twisting his neck around so that only his right cheek rested atop the counter, Gray’s eyebrows furrowed together at the thought. “Turns out he had signed us up for a threesome with her. One on each side, made me do a bloody high five with him up top.” Letting loose a low groan, Gray silently decided to keep their chosen position to himself, shuddering at the thought of doing a spitroast with Loke.

Unable to decide whether to laugh or cry at the thought, Natsu tried to force his face to remain neutral, though his lips quivered from the effort. Somehow, the mental image of the party loving lion and the droopy popsicle beside him, not only sharing a woman, but doing a high five as well, made his day that much better. Stowing that little nugget of information away for later, Natsu returned his attention to the still depressed Gray.

“It’s her job, I get it, no real complaints from her either.” Pausing, Gray eventually straightened out when one of the bartenders rounded the corner to check up on him. “You two aren’t like that though. She’s more… normal? Kinda pouty, stubborn as hell, but normal.”

Nodding his head slowly, as if to digest the information offered to him, Natsu and Gray alike snapped their heads to the left when an outburst of excitement, and a few looks of aghast annoyance, flew their way.

Cana, triumphant once more, stood tall upon the bar stool, a wide toothy grin upon her features and a fist raised sky high in celebration. However… no more than an inch further down, the problem of the matter came to light.

Whether it was out of instinct, joy, or simple desire, the brown haired dancer had tugged her shirt up over her head, flashing her round, gravity defying breasts, pristine with a light full body tan, for everyone to see. Even the dark brown nipples atop each peak stood erect, and despite all else, the dancer’s joy was clear as day. Her shirt was put to use differently, being raised up high like some sort of strange trophy.

Had only the guards and providers around them found it funny, then the onslaught of bouncers that made their way through the double doors would have likely been avoided.

Tossed out one and all, everyone down the row of the counter that had been seen together with Cana was escorted through the doors, with the one that was bribed to let them inside leading the charge. From Levy and Lucy, to Gray and Natsu, with Cana herself, still topless and pouty, walking beside a somewhat smashed Loke. How the playboy had been roped into their gang, no one knew, nor did the bouncers stop there.

“That was… eventful.” Levy surmised on her own, a hand wound tightly around Gray’s waist no more than a moment after stepping outside, lightly tugging for him to follow suit.

“We’ll head off this wa- whoa!” Without so much as allowing him to finish, Levy’s tugging grew insistent, dragging Gray away to who knew where.

Cana, still topless, reached her arms skyhigh, lightly stretching out as if the alcohol she had downed hadn’t so much as made her tipsy. “Imma take this stud and fuck his brains out or somethin’” Wrapping an arm loosely around Loke’s shoulders, the playboy’s crimson tinted cheeks lit up, though whether it was by instinct or something else, one of his arms slid around to grope Cana’s rear.

That, of course, only left Lucy and Natsu, a slightly tipsy male, and a thoroughly smashed prostitute.

“I’ll walk you home,” Natsu spoke up, stepping up beside Lucy to gently wrap a hand around her side. “Tell me where to go along the way?”

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Streaming down from the heavens above, gleaming rays of sunlight shone its brilliance upon the world below. Sunlight and the ever growing bustle of people beyond, along with the sound of engines revving up from the few teens that clung to their ancient cars, rang through the streets.

Pouring forth through the tiniest slit in a set of heavy curtains, a stray ray of light shone down upon a disheveled mane of golden hair, drawing forth the first of many groans. Twisting around atop a mountainous pile of pillows, safeguarded by a fluffy duvet that easily outweighed herself, a young woman, roused from the pleasantries of slumber, let loose a sigh of relief.

Thrumming through her skull, a sensation akin to centaurs stomping around atop her cranium coursed through her veins, causing her naked body beneath the covers to curl up ever so slightly. To Lucy Heartfilia, the haze of alcohol still lingered, though it was that very thought that caused her to bolt upright in bed…

… and regret it no more than a second thereafter.

Reaching up with both hands to clutch her pounding head, the blonde dancer peered through the veil that was her grogginess and eyelashes, flinching back from the abundance of light caused by that singular crack in her drapes. Shuddering and shivering in place, a cold breeze flittered up along her curvaceous form, causing her to near immediately seek refuge within the covers of her bed.

“He’s not here, if you’re looking for pinky.” A familiar voice flew through the room, resounding from the doorway that separated Lucy’s bedroom from the living room of her shared condo.

Once more, with more determination than ever before, Lucy forced her eyes agape, cringing back ever so slightly at the abundance of light within their room. Perched within the doorway, with her arms crossed beneath her petite bust, her blue haired roommate, Levy, flashed her a broad smile.

“Good morning, Lulu~” Easing herself up from the door frame itself, Levy sauntered forth, as naked as Lucy herself was without so much as an ounce of modesty or shame. “You two arrived so late that we just started the party without you~” Smirking slyly to herself, Levy’s eyes fell down to the nightstand beside her friend’s bed. “He’s considerate, at least.”

Following her friend and roommate’s gaze, Lucy’s big, brown eyes grew wide, followed swiftly thereafter by a fond, adoring smile. A bottle of water and aspirin had been laid out for her, upon waking up.

“We didn’t have sex, right…?” Tugging upon the edges of her duvet, Lucy all but sank down within her bed, a bright crimson blush hidden from her roommate’s view.

“Nope! He even passed up on joining me, though seeing his friend tied to the bed probably didn’t help.” Settling down upon a chair within the blonde’s bedroom, Levy’s smile only grew wider, equally adorable as the blush her friend tried to hide. “Think he’ll come to the party next week, if I invite him? Maybe I’ll have a taste, too~”

Just like that, the morning began, with a mighty hangover for one, and a joyous ride for the other. Although, neither woman could so much as bother with getting dressed, nor did either one see a need to do so.
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