Hysteria

Another FicFagsAnonymous request I’m filling. Again. Title credit to Def Leppard.
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Sabrina sat in her chair, deep in her book, as she had been for hours. She had barely moved, except to make tea and have lunch, but from the time she woke up until early afternoon, absorbed in the book before her, with intentions of changing things for the rest of the day. She was content in the silence and calm that reading brought, along with the vivid mental pictures that danced in her mind of the words come to life. There was no reason to stop that.

Until, that is, the phone rang.

"Guess who's on her way," sang a voice on the other end.

"Karen?" she asked, her voice rising in excitement a little.

"You've got it. You better not have any plans tonight, girl, because we're hitting the town."

To Sabrina, there was only one thing that could beat a night alone reading; a night with Karen. She was her best friend, and being around her really helped her open up when otherwise she was rather enclosed in her shell. Maybe it was the pull of Karen's free spirit, so eternally happy and open, doing whatever she wanted to do. Nobody else would be driving all the way over to Saffron City and only announced she was coming over when she was a few minutes away. If she had a job that involved something other than Pokemon battling, Sabrina doubted she'd be able to do it reliably.

Taking one last sip of her tea, Sabrina lay her book on the table beside her and got up to put it in the sink. Just her luck, because as it clattered in the sink, the doorbell went.

Sabrina rushed over more eagerly than she would for virtually any other task to answer it. She loved Karen's company, the excitement it brought, and didn't want to go another second without it. Well, that's what she told herself. The truth was, she had come to feel things for her best friend over the years, and her company was worth much more than a few thrills.

She opened the door to see Karen standing there with a smile on her face. She was dressed rather well for the summer heat about her that pushed into Sabrina's air-conditioned paradise. Her white pants stopped a little beneath her knees and started a little lower down her hips than they probably should have, a slit down the middle not helping matters any, either. Still, they were tight enough to stay on her, which said wonders for what it did in showcasing her features. Her yellow top showed most of her midriff, helping to show off her curves and slim waist, along with her fit stomach. It did a fairly good job of containing her breasts, all things considered, though the thing yellow straps seemed to be there for decoration as they loosely and lazily hung down her arm. She brushed aside some of the silver-blue hair that descended down her back and just looked at Sabrina.

"I said we were hitting the town tonight." Her smile spoiled just a little. "Why are you dressed like that?"

"These are the clothes I always wear," Sabrina said, always a little beleaguered with Karen's thoughts on her wardrobe choice.

"Yeah, and it's your gym uniform, love. I know you prefer looking professional when battling, but you seriously need some better clothes for tonight."

"Where are we going?"

"A club. And thank Arceus I came so early, because we have some work to do."
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"This feels funny," Sabrina said as Karen held open the door for her into the clothing store.

"Get over it," Karen smiled, "You look great."

Karen's first order of business had been to get Sabrina a haircut, and the drastic lack of hair really made her feel funny whenever her head moved. When previously it fell somewhere around her knees, it was now somewhere around her shoulders, done up so that it curled in the back. The sides also got a slight a slight evening up.

With her hair done, Karen's next objective was to buy her some clothes. "We're going to a club, so you need something that says 'fun, exciting girl', not 'shut-in'."

Sabrina worried that her usual outfit of knee-high boots, a red and black turtleneck, and black leather pants would outright end up in the trash once she had gotten the new clothes.

"You don't show an ounce of skin, girl. Come on, you even wear gloves!"

She continued to prattle on about her lack of style and how she was possibly the only person who wore such loose-fitting as they picked some clothes off the rack. "Now go try these on and come back."

Sabrina reluctantly took the clothes and brought them to the changing room. She dumped the pile on the floor; a few shirts, a few pairs of pants, none of them even close to what she wore. They certainly wouldn't have looked out of place on Karen's body, though.

That, of course, did nothing but bring thoughts of Karen's body, which did her no good. She brushed the images out before she could get too worked up and got to trying them on. Her clothes had to come off, though, and Karen was certainly right on one thing; she had a lot of that. First went the gloves, then the sweater, the top she wore beneath it, then the boots and pants. It didn't help do her much good to see that it wasn't as significantly smaller a pile in regard to the new clothes as it should have been. Karen's choices weren't made with modesty in mind.

She stepped out to meet her friend's approval in the first outfit, and boy, was it universes away from her usual stuff. Gone were the loose leather pants in favour of tight, low-rising white jeans that accentuated things she didn't ever accentuate. The same went for midriff-exposing purple top, kept on by straps and the simple tight grip on her breasts.

"Looking good, girl, but your bra is showing. Either go without one tonight, or we'll find you one with a much thinner strap."

Sabrina didn't say anything, just blushing furiously as she exposed more skin than she ever had in public before.

"Everything okay, Sabrina?"

"I feel embarrassed."

"You look fine."

"I look like you," she responded, not meaning to offend her.

Karen just took it in stride, though, "And is there a problem with that?" For effect, she cocked her hip.

"No, you look hot. I just--"

Why did she say that?

Without a word, Sabrina went back into the changing room and locked the door, hearing Karen's sweet, playful laughter telling her that she damn well saw the blushing that ensued from that comment. She just had to mess up like that, didn't she?

She looked at herself in the mirror, and she had to admit, it did make her look a fair bit like Karen from the neck down; with the exposed midriff, pants that clung rather tightly to flaunt her ass, and their similar figures. With Karen's voice in the background, Sabrina couldn't possibly drive the image out of her mind. Reluctantly, she slid down until she was sitting, letting the thoughts wash over her as she loosened the belt and undid the zipper before worming the jeans off of her. She was indeed getting turned on; her equally modest cotton white panties had a little wet patch on the front of them from her increasingly wet pussy.

The fingers slid beneath the waistband and into her slit and a shudder escaped from her pressed lips. Her actions amazed her; there she was, masturbating in public, in a changing room no less, her best friend and love interest just on the other end of the door. It was so audacious, so unlike her, but she felt compelled to, unable to resist the temptation. Her pussy was screaming out for it, and she was on overload, had no choice but to give in to her most base desires.

And while she didn't want to admit it to herself, giving in like that, letting everything go and just playing with herself then and there, was one of the most exciting things she had ever done. There was an obvious danger of losing control and being too loud, of leaving so much as the scent of it, of being caught. It did so much more for her than her fingers ever had. Even the dildo she had bought, which elevated the pleasure for a while, had nothing on the whimsy and thrill of doing it in public.

Her fantasies were obvious; all Karen. Just Karen. There was never any competition for her. Sabrina had the dark-type trainer laid out on her bed, kissing up and down her body tenderly, feeling the soft flesh beneath the tips of her fingers as her smell rose, intoxicating her. She could almost feel Karen's fingers through what hair she still had, whispering sweet words of encouragement. Up her body Sabrina crawled, kissing all the while before making her way up to her face for a long, deep kiss, the pressure swelling inside her as they did so.

Quick gasps and squeaks escaped her lips, and tried as she did to stifle it, she couldn't. She grabbed the discarded t-shirt and bit it, trying to muffle the sounds as her body jerked forward involuntarily. With three fingers inside her to the knuckle, her body pushing forward, her orgasm hit her, sending even louder sounds through the fabric barrier, but still not anything she thought anybody outside heard. Her body shook a little as the pleasure coursed through her. "Karen," the word came out, barely audible, she hoped, amidst the shit's barrier.

When finally she was done, her fingers were significantly wetter. Not wanting to get the new clothes wet, she wiped her hand on the inside her sweater.

"Sabrina, what's taking so long? Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah," she stuttered. "I was trying the rest on in here to make sure they fit. I-I like them, I think we can buy these."

"Great!"
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Moment of truth. That night, they descended upon the club after a few more places Karen wanted to go and shop, returning to Sabrina's place to dump all the stuff. She wore the outfit she had first tried on, albeit braless and without underwear, on Karen's emphatic advice. There was a bit more bounce to her breasts as they descended the stairs than she wanted, more skin exposed than she even felt comfortable going into public showing.

But with Karen around, none of that mattered.

It wasn't that big a club, but also not that unclean or terrible a club by that token. It was underground, musty and full of fog, a flurry of bright lights promising to blind as much as they did colour things, as the pounding, primal rhythm made its way up through Sabrina's body. With every step deeper underground, it became louder, more heavy inside her, until they were on the dance floor.

Sabrina didn't know why they were on the dance floor. She would have liked to order a drink, sit down for a bit after such a hectic day of being dragged through a town as big as Saffron by the wrist. Well, it was in a damn nice car, but Karen still pulled her everywhere, and it was starting to wear on her. But no, she didn't get to sit, because Karen had her on the floor, drowning with high-intensity lightning and fog.

Was Karen trying to embarrass her? First the hair, then the clothes, making her go commando, and now making her dance... everything seemed like she was just compounding the ways in which to violently yank her right out of her safety zone for her own, twisted amusement. It sure seemed like it as she found her hand taken into Karen's and pulled close.

"Come on, let's dance."

Even if it was unintended, dancing with Karen sent Sabrina straight into unadulterated embarrassed mode. She couldn't dance, but was surprised to find that her and Karen's definitions of dance weren't quite that similar, because Karen's involved a lot more sexual motions, and grace traded for just rubbing her body against hers. It was all rather surreal for Sabrina, to see a world she didn't really know existed among all her books and Pokemon training.

Then it hit her; Karen wasn't looking to embarrass Sabrina by bringing her out of her element, she was looking to crack her shell. The new style, new clothes, the club... she was trying to help matters, bring out a Sabrina that wasn't just a bookish girl in too much clothing, rarely leaving the house with friends if only because she didn't have too many. The embarrassment was just the natural reaction of her doing things she never did, like wearing such exposing clothes and dancing. It was something she would overcome in time as Karen slowly drew her just a little more from her bubble.

That was all well and good, but if her only intention was to bring her out to the surface, then why was she facing away from Karen with the Elite Four member's arms wrapped around her stomach?

She shook a little as the music changed tempo, seemingly on cue from Karen's actions, to something frantic, and the feeling of her hands against her bare flesh was such a foreign feeling for her. Karen's actions kicked up with the music, frantically grinding against her from behind, the hands meeting at her belly button and moving downward a little.

Sabrina wanted to pull away by reflex, while every bit of her conscious decision-making screamed at her to remain right there. Through some fluke, her dream girl was dancing with her, intimately, pretty much humping her ass and feeling her up, and she would have had to be crazy to pull away, no matter what.

The club was small, and it was still a bit early in the evening, so the population was sparse. And every pair of eyes not caught up in dancing or under the influence of some illicit substance watched as two very hot girls rubbed and groped each other, and neither seemed particularly liquored up yet, nor did their actions seem to scream "Look, we're lesbians! Acknowledge us!"

"K-Karen... what are you doing?" Sabrina asked as Karen's hands seemed to move a little downward, tugging gently at the waistband of her jeans.

"Oh, come on," she said. "Are you really this naive? I came by your house, pretty much gave you a makeover, called you hot, and I'm standing here feeling you up, and you're still not getting it?"

"Getting what?"

Her voice dropped from its usual happy tone to something more serious and throaty. "I heard you masturbating in the changing room, Sabrina. I had my head against the door and I heard every damn sound you made. Even when you said my name."

Sabrina's heart sank as their dance continued, bathing in the light and smoke and implacable mix of smells all around them.

"I was hoping it meant you'd finally grown a pair, and that you'd come out and admit things. But no, I'm standing here groping you, and all I'm getting are embarrassed sighs and questions. Dammit girl."

"What are you saying?"

"I want to fuck you, Sabrina. Like an animal. I have for a long time, and now that you look so damn delicious without all those loose clothes and that haircut, I want you even more."

"Karen, I... "

"Like me. I know. You're not as subtle as you think, shut-in. I've known probably as long as you have, and I've waited so damn long, but fuck it. I'm coming out with it; we're fucking tonight, and that's final."

"Well, we just got here, should we go back to my place this early?"

Karen laughed. She had a great laugh, one that Sabrina loved, but this wasn't it. This was her 'evil' laugh, the kind of laugh that implied something awful was running through her head.

"Who said we were leaving? You masturbated in a changing room stall, sweetie. Was it one of the best experiences you've ever had?"

Sabrina whimpered and nodded as the hands got a little too familiar, almost beginning to seep down her jeans, and she wondered where this was going.

"I thought so, you little exhibitionist slut. Come on, your first time isn't going to be something lovely and ceremonious on a bed of roses."

Karen grabbed her by the wrist, and just like that, their dance was over as Sabrina was pulled against her will and with total confusion off the dance floor and toward the bathrooms. For a small club, the bathrooms were fucking marvellous, clean and devoid of any terrible smells or massive messes. There were five stalls in the girl's room, and Karen took the largest one and pulled Sabrina into it, along with a deep kiss. It wasn't the kiss Sabrina had dreamed of, though; the affectionate, loving kiss that precluded tender lovemaking. No, it was a rough kiss, full of force and tongue that imposed itself on her mouth, but at the same time, it thrilled her. It was so rough and unceremonious that it looped back around to become a wonderful experience all its own.

Both of them suddenly had their pants around their knees, courtesy of Karen, by the time the door was closed and locked. Even if it was the biggest stall, it was still a cramped fit for two of them, though that was just the way they wanted it.

Karen pulled away just a moment to reposition herself and their kiss resumed. This time, though, her thigh was positioned between Sabrina's legs and one of Sabrina's between hers. They rubbed against each other, the friction from their legs providing some pleasure to both of them as Sabrina found herself pressed against the stall door, Karen leaning against her, the hands running up her body, beneath her top. Sabrina's followed suit, and at roughly the same time, they found each other's breasts and began to work their magic.

Karen's magic, to Sabrina's utter lack of surprise, was a whole lot more magical than hers. The girl had clearly been around the block a few times, but no stranger to internet porn and erotic literature, Sabrina managed to hold her own in treating Karen's breasts, working off the theory that what had worked wonders on herself would work on such similarly-shaped breasts. And judging by the erratic breaths pushed into her mouth with the accompaniment of her best friend's tongue, she was managing just fine.

Closer they went as the passion swelled up inside them, only to pull away when they reached their deepest, the shirts tugged off and hung over the stall walls as Karen again lunged at Sabrina, roughly treating her breasts to an even better treat; her tongue. So roughly licking and nibbling and kneading... Sabrina found pleasures she could have never granted herself, and was so glad that she had deemed Karen the one to grant her them.

Then, just as quickly as Karen had pounced, she was off, turned around and leaning against the wall opposite her, bent over. "Get on your knees and lick me," she demanded in the lustiest voice possible, and Sabrina almost passed out from excitement then and there. She persevered, though, dropping to her knees as instructed and taking a deep breath as she ran through every piece of knowledge she had on the matter.

Her tongue slipped out and licked Karen's puffed-up cunt lips, her strong taste all them, and suddenly all that information stopped mattering. She went by instinct with her tongue, exploring and feeling, experimenting with her lover. She brought her hand to the top, letting her tongue handle the lower regions and the exterior while her hand, in the position it was in, was much better poised for the clitoris and upper regions.

Sabrina's adaptability had Karen rolling her head as the girl adeptly worked her pussy with so little experience, two fingers penetrating her and pressing up against the roof of her pussy, her most sensitive areas, as her other three fingers tended to her clitoris. For a rookie, she was gold.

The thrill of public sex again caught up with Sabrina. She was in a bathroom stall after all, on her knees, pants around that region, topless, and her from her calves downward she was exposed outside of the stall. At any moment someone could discover them, tell the bouncers about them and kick them out, and it worked wonders for her. Faster she ate out Karen, in total support of Karen's promise for her first time to be anything but tender, because the roughness and public factor made it sheer ecstasy, and she wasn't even getting any attention down there, even though her throbbing mound demanded it, a thin trail of her pussy juice dripping down her leg. It didn't matter to her; Karen getting off was the only concern she could possibly address.

"Yes, Sabrina, just like that! Fuck me hard with your tongue! Eat my sweet pussy!" Her hips began to ripple a little, back and forth, like she was dancing again, except this time she wasn't humping Sabrina's plump ass contained in jeans she intentionally picked to ogle it better, but rather her tongue and fingers that so intimately touched her, and it was certainly a better choice of parts of her body to grind against.

The dirty talk would have taken Sabrina off guard had they come from anyone but Karen, from whom they sounded pretty natural, and screamed so loud, they only deepened the idea someone would come in on them, which merely heightened the situation, egged her on. Her tongue licked and sucked and lashed, doing everything she could think of to work Karen's pussy. Whenever she rolled her head or moaned, she would focus on that area a little while longer before moving on. Relying on her great memory and attentive nature, she had quickly mapped out a mental image of Karen's vagina and knew the most sensitive parts.

Karen was being pleased by the very bookish nature she had tried to tear away. Still, Sabrina decided that maybe the clothes could stay; no reason she couldn't show off her assets and read books, after all.

It all just sort of swirled and mixed inside Karen; finally bedding Sabrina, one of those rare people she had a genuine interest in beyond the lust she indulged so frequently, being in public--something, admittedly, just as new to her as it was to Sabrina--and Sabrina's surprising skill with her inner core. All too much for her, her head hung back as she made a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream, her pussy exploded in Sabrina's face, who dutifully licked up every drop of her juices she could. When finally she pulled away, giving Sabrina an eyeful of her killer ass, she was more satisfied than she had been in a long time.

She turned around and dropped to her knees, taking a long lick up Sabrina's pussy juice-soaked face before kissing her, tasting the lovely mix of Sabrina's mouth and her own pussy. "You know how we could make this taste even better?"

"How?" Sabrina as Karen brought her to her feet.

"We can add your pussy to the mix." She slid three fingers into Sabrina's pussy, pumping a solid thirty seconds as she shuddered against her. When she was done, she withdrew them and slipped them into Sabrina's mouth.

The psychic trainer had no option but to lick them clean, and when all three were, Karen kissed her again, proving herself right as both of their pussies joined their mouths' flavours.

Karen enjoyed the taste a moment longer before lightly shoving Sabrina against the stall door and dropping to her own knees. She looked up at her smiling girlfriend. Maybe being direct wasn't such a bad choice.

They were in for one hell of a night.