Mr. Satyr

I know I've been AWOL for a while, so I'll get in on the next challenge.

Understood lol

That was me, it was 11:35PM on my side, but if it was past the deadline, I'll take the L and accept I'm late.

Characters: Hinata Hyuga from Naruto (Shippuden version with full curves and longer hair), Stanley (self-insert OC?, everyman pervert) His friends had laughed at him, telling him that all that crazy chaos of characters from various media suddenly appearing on Earth and being 'claimed' by whoever got to them first was ridiculous fakenews. If only they could see him now. "Unff, ugggh, unnn, p-pleasseee!!! S-s-slllooowww doooowwwwnnn!" the curvaceous young woman tried to keep her voice steady and head up so her heavy, swinging tits wouldn;t hit her in the face. Again. It was difficult though considering her situation and position. Trying to distract herself for a moment from her current degradation, she looked at the floor next to the bed she was on. Her jacket, pants, shoes, shirt and underwear were scattered haphazardly on the ground. Amidst the other discarded laundry, it would almost look normal. The key detail though was hers was the only feminine clothing along with the single bra and thong showing they were meant for a very buxom woman with a very generous posterior. She'd heard women with figures like hers referred to as 'voluptuous' and even 'thicc'. Honestly, she'd always been worried about her body and insecure in the hope that any potential suitors would be attracted to her. Female colleagues and friends alike had repeatedly assured her that some men loved her body type. She'd never been completely convinced, feeling that she looked like a top-heavy hourglass. She was now regretting being so wrong and vaguely wishing she'd not developed quite so much. "Fuck, that's right bitch, take that dick!" Stanley wore an expression that was equal parts grin and sneer. Punctuating his sentence with a quick spank to his partner's backside that elicited a startled 'yelp' from her, the horny guy got even more aroused seeing her ass ripple with the motion. Every thrust into her from behind made her ass shake and produced an obscene clapping from her cheeks meeting his pelvis. With a firm grip on her shapely hips, he continued to pound her for all he was worth. "You love that cock, don't you!? Fucking take it, slut!" Hinata's pale, lavender eyes widened further when her partner increased the tempo and force of his thrusts and her already sensitive pussy was overstimulated as it was. Her large rack shook like ripe fruit in a storm and she tried to stay up on all fours because she knew if her arms gave out and she face-planted into the mattress, Stanley would only try to fuck her harder into the bed. Balling up the sheets in a white-knuckled grip, the busty Hyuga could only moan and endure the pounding she was getting. To make it even more embarrassing, while she'd always thought of sex as something sweet and gentle that happened between people who knew each other deeply in long-term relationships, she'd never thought she'd be involved in such rough, careless FUCKING. Nor did she think she'd respond to it so intensely. Right now her cunt was wetter than a waterfall and clasping at the invading member with a tight, velvet grip. She didn't realize it yet, but she'd even started bucking her hips back, trying to meet his wild pumping and instinctively give as good as she got. The curvy young woman let out another yelp as a sharp, tugging sensation in her scalp signaled Stanley taking a handful of her dark, silk locks and pulling back, trying to use them as impromptu reins. This served to make her arch her back, pushing her breasts out even more prominently and force her jiggling ass more firmly against her lover. Stanley was in a savage, lustful frenzy by now. Her gripping cunt, soft skin, huge tits dancing on her chest, pillowy ass and the symphony of her moans had him humping away so hard onlonkers might be worried they were going to break something. "AAAHH, AHH, UUHH, EEEENNNHH!!" Hinata's eyes were starting to roll back. Her pussy was getting tighter by the second and her heart was hammering away in her chest like it would soon burst. The girl was so wet that every meeting of their hips produced a wet slap and her arms and legs were working in synch to match Stanley's rhythm. The pain in her scalp was combining with the mind-numbing pleasure of her nethers top make every nerve ending in her body feel like a siren screaming. Once dignified and quiet, Hinata looked like a true whore. Wailing wordlessly and with her tongue lolling out of her mouth, she would be shocked to see herself at the moment. Drooling with pleasure, body on autopilot and begging for dick with her movements. "Gonna fuck you, baby!" Stanley had to close his eyes so the sight of his cock, shining with his partner's arousal and plunging over and over into her slick, gripping channel while her sweetly bubbled ass shook with every movement, didn't make him cum too soon, but it was a losing battle. Her pussy was practically sucking his cock into her with every stroke and when he pulled out to do it again, she felt like she got even tighter. It was as if her cunt was begging him to stay inside of her. Stanley was happy to oblige. Letting go of her hair, he reached under her body to fondle her big boobs with one hand while his other found her clit and started massaging it while trying to keep up his rhythm. Hianta's screams took on a whole new pitch when he started playing with her and it gave him a sudden inspiration to change positions. Taking a firm grip on one of her melons and using his arm around her waist and between her legs for leverage, he leaned back and pulled her up with him. Now she was nearly sitting in his lap and happily bouncing away. Her mind barely noticed the change in position, but her body certainly did. Her arms flailed briefly, unsure where to place her hands to best give herself the right leverage. She tried his arms, his shoulders, the back of his neck and his hips before settling on his legs. Without missing a beat, Hinata adapted to the shift in weight and angle and her hips continued to meet his lap with a satisfying clap of skin that would make a pornstar blush. With her chest being fondled roughly, her clit being rubbed and her cunt being absolutely WRECKED, Hinata finally found words as her orgasm began to boil over. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, AAHHHGGGHH!!" Stanley squeezed his eyes shut and focused on keeping steady with the writhing slut eagerly impaling herself on his cock and the sensation of lightning coiling at the base of his spine. "Hinata," he groaned out, "I'm gonna, gonna-" was all he could say. Her brain in full slut-mode, Hinata answered at the top of her lungs, "YESYESYES, IN ME, IN ME, FUCK FUCK FUUUUCCCKKK!!!" as her climax exploded into stars behind her rolling eyes and her brains getting pounded out of her head, she felt the white-hot, sticky sensation of her cunt getting painted with jizz and she greedily took every drop. The buxom young woman's vocalizations changed from her mouth going berserk to a howling shriek that the neighbors on every side could hear. Stanley's hips slammed one last time to bury his turgid shaft to the hilt in the gorgeous raven-haired beauty before he grunted and his hips twitched. Grunting like a beast, rope after rope of hot cum shot out of his cock into the clenching hole of Hinata's cunt. The pair rode their mutual orgasm for nearly a minute, every muscle rigid and their bodies locked into their passionate embrace before they began to relax and come back down to Earth. Finding the enrgy and need to let out breaths they'd started holding when they'd cum, Hinata and Stanley slowly collapsed into a heap of naked, sweaty limbs on the bed. Gasping for breath for several minutes, Hinata was the first to speak, her full, proud chest heaving with every word. "*gasp* So *heave* I *gasp* can *heave* stay *gasp* here?" Stanley replied once he'd gotten his breath back completely, a minute later. "Definitely *wheeze*." Hinata couldn't help a blush and self-satisfied smile. The two continued to recover from their intense session and Stanley's cock eventually softened enough to disengage from Hinata's still sinfully tight grip. Once both of them had fully caught their breath, Hinata turned in Stanley's arms to cuddle up to him, still naked, with her large chest pressing shamelessly into his. "Great. Now" letting out a large yawn, she embraced him and snuggled deeper. "we can have sex again if you want, but first," another yawn "a nap." Chuckling, he gave his new girlfriend an affection kiss to the top of her head which earned him a pleased coo from her. "You got it babe."

I like ideas 1 and 3. With 1, if the characters were open, I'd probably indulge in some Sasuke/Hinata lol Challenge 3 I've heard of something similar, but never done it or the actual #3 challenge. The similar challenge is to give people a list of things or settings to add to a story and have them incorporate them. The example I read was for 'X-Files' fanfic and included a men's steam room that was still being used and a taffy machine among other things. The author wrote how Mulder and Scully happened upon a group of guys using the steam room of a spa, but since it was men's day or the men-only section, Scully couldn't enter, so she visited a local fairground that was recently shut down and found a taffy machine that had attracted a bunch of rats that had gorged on the sweets to an extent they were acting drunk or were in a sugar coma.

Was feeling nostalgic today and realized I've replayed this one about seven times just now lol

I think the Bi's have it lol. But in all seriousness, yeah, having a bi-weekly 'rotation' or 'waves' of challenges and voting sounds like it would work out.

It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood. The sun was shinning, birds were singing and a light breeze kept it from being too hot. In a well-to-do, suburban neighborhood that was a collection of mini-mansions with pools and high walls, I was getting used to my new job. Or maybe it was better to say that I was getting INTO my new job. Repeatedly, in fact. "Ohhh, FUCK!" screamed the actress as a handful of cameras tried to capture every delicious angle of the scene and not get in each other's shots. "That's right, sweetie, your mom put me in charge while she's gone and I know we're gonna get along great!" I groan-snarled into my co-star's ear. "Just look how much fun we're having!" "Fuck, shit! Please, mister, you're so b-i-i-ig-g-g!! Sl-o-o-w-w d-d-o-o-wn!" she hollered. I glanced over at the director, but he shook his head 'no' and motioned me to keep going. With a wicked grin, I pulled my co-star's thighs open even further while one of the camera crew paused between her legs to focus on her kitten taking my cock. I think her name was 'Florence', but wasn't sure. Fortunately, there weren't any names in this scene. i was a babysitter and she was my charge. And the director's guidance for the scene are that she'd be a slutty, little brat and start taking off her clothes to tease me while I'd strip naked to call her bluff and then destroy her. And I was proud to say I think I'd been accomplishing that. "Too big!" she shrieked, her voice reaching every room in the house, but nobody was concerned if she was acting or not. "TOO BIG!!" "Fucking TAKE IT SLUT!!" I responded, leaning my head back and roaring as I felt my balls tighten and the familiar electricity begin to surge through my shaft into the actress. "Unngh, UNN, UGH!!" I grunted, shooting spunk deep into her hole that was already stuffed to capacity with my cock. She screamed her lungs out when she felt my load filling her, trying to find room inside her poor cunt and finding none. 'Florence's eyes rolled back in her head as the sensations overwhelmed her and she began to lose consciousness with her cute feet twitching and legs spasming with the force of her own orgasm. She made some high-pitched, animal grunts of her own as her head fell forward and she went limp. "CUT!" cried the director with an annoyed look on his face. "For fuck's sake!" he griped. "I thought this bitch did good in her audition? Now look at her, passed out!" Looking at one of the camera crew as he gestured, the director shook his head in disbelief. The camera man shrugged and replied. "She did pretty well for her second time. We've had more experienced talent get knocked out faster." "She's fucking eight!" the directer said exasperated. "What happened to all that youthful energy shit?" The crew member shrugged again. Pulling my still hard cock out of the little, blonde girl, I lifted her up and plopped her down on the couch we had been using. "Want me to take a break or something, boss?" I asked. He looked up at me from between his fingers as he rubbed his face and glanced at my cock before chuckling, "You look like you could plow an entire primary and secondary school and still take on a college sorority! Do you need a break?" I looked back at the girl on the couch who was still twitching with the whites of her eyes showing under fluttering eyelids while my pearly goo began to seep out from between her legs. Shaking my head, I answered, "Nah, I got some more in the tank still." The Director grinned. "Attaboy! There's a reason you're the top porn actor in the biz! They're might be done setting up that bedroom scene with your girlfriend upstairs, check on that. If they're not ready for you, just...I dunno, keep yourself occupied. That behind-the-scenes stuff we got of you last time was a big seller, so don't hesitate to have some fun. You're getting paid for it after all!" he guffawed loudly and then became serious. "You want Sophia to fluff you up or anything?" he asked, pointing down. Appraising the bushy afro that had been bobbing in his lap for the past half hour and the slim ten-year-old girl kneeling naked at his feet, I shook my head again. "I'm good. I'll check up on Tracy upstairs." "See ya soon." The Director grunted, putting one hand in the mass of curls at his crotch and pushing down. "Keep going." Still naked, I walked through the house and up the stairs, dick swaying like a weapon of war with every step. Walking into the bedroom, I was greeted with a girlish squeal of delight and a rapid patter of feet while someone shouted 'Baby!" Seconds later, my arms were full of a soft, petite form and my face was being covered in kisses while a felt a pressure around my waist and my senses were filled with the scent of honey and raspberries. "Mwah, mwah, mmmMWAH! I missed you, sexy!" We sudden attacker and I both pulled back to look at each other and I was treated to the adoring, impish grin of Tracy, the love of my life. "Glad to know you haven't forgotten me in the two hours we've been apart." I grinned. She crossed her arms, legs still wrapped around me and huffed with a blush. My grin grew bigger as I supported her weight on my hands under her round bottom. "Hmph!" she said, trying to look angry but only looking even more adorable and hot than ever. Glancing at me out of the corner of her eye while looking away, a mischievous smile curved her cupid-bow lips and she held up one hand in a fist with a single finger upraised, sporting a shiny, ring with a sizable diamond on it. "Is that any way to speak to your fiancee? And, as I recall you saying a few nights ago, 'the best lay of your life'? Answering her smirk with one of my own, I gave her ass a squeeze and her blush deepened. "I seem to remember a certain someone else screaming her pretty little redhead off last night and begging me to, what was it, 'never stop wrecking me with your cock'? She's lost and we both know it. Her cheeks flush almost as red has her hair and she swats at my shoulder with another huff while she disengages her legs and I set her down with a kiss to the cheek she offers with a turn of her head. "Well, I don;t like going twenty minutes without your cock in me." she states, trying to sound nonchalant, but enjoying how I tease her. "How do you think I feel after two entire hours?" She reaches down to my still throbbing prick that had been rubbing against her shapely posterior and gives it an affectionate squeeze for emphasis. "Don;t worry babe, I'll be curling your toes soon and stuffing those tight holes of yours. That's actually what I came up for. Is the scene ready?" Tracy smiles shyly and her blush is still in full force, but she gives my cock playful strokes and answers, "The set is ready, but there's a problem with the recording system on one of the laptops. Tech is checking into it." Seeing a twenty-something man with a cell phone held to his ear and tapping on the keyboard with his free hand, I nod in understanding. "So what have you been doing then, my sweet bride-to-be?" "Entertaining myself." Tracy says simply, leading me by her grip on my cock to a nearby, cushy chair. The slim redhead walks with a casual swing in her hips. My fiancee is wearing a denim miniskirt that brushes the tops of her thighs and a green halter top. Her red hair is pulled back into a ponytail that sways with every movement and makes me think of taking it in my grip and guiding her the way she's currently guiding me. My cock twitches in her hand and she looks over her shoulder with a knowing smirk. "See something you like?" I give her a wolfish smile, "I see everything I like." Her fading blush returns and she turns her head, "Flatterer." Reaching the chair, Tracy flops onto it with her legs open and shows off her lack of undergarments. A voluptuous Asian girl in her early twenties with silky skin and long, pink hair pulled in to pigtails is kneeling, buck naked by the chair and giggles when I come to stop next to her, my fiancee still guiding me by my cock to stand nearby. "Hi, Stanly." the Asian girl gives a airy, bimbo giggle. "Congratulations on your engagement, by the way." "Thanks." I say. "Have picked a d-mmmfh!" she tries to as, but Tracy has grabbed one of her pigtails with her free hand and snarls while pulling her head to her bald slit, "Get back to licking me, cunt!" Pink hair makes a muffled noise that might have been another giggle and the redhead sighs and relaxes. "Ahhh, that's it." Releasing the girl's pigtail, she gives her a pat on the head and gently bites her lip. While she's getting eaten out, Tracy keeps stroking me and asks in a languid tone, "Did you already finish your scene downstairs? I heard a girl screaming." "Yeah," I manage to get out, feeling my brain lightly fogging with pleasure from her soft hand and practiced movements. "the girl passed out. She was still having aftershocks on the couch last I saw." The redhead gives a derisive snort. "New girls. Can't take a cock like this," she pulls me closer to give my precum leaking tip a sensual lick for emphasis, "unless she knows what to do with it." "I think she had some promise. She gave decent head at least." "Better than me?" she asked, eyes opening to look up at me with a challenging innocence. Fortunately, I knew the answer to this one, "Baby, nobody sucks my cock better than you." She let out a soft moan and bucked her hips as the Asian girl seemed to find a nice spot. "Mmmmm, but don't let that stop you from trying them out though." she smiled. "You know it." I agreed. "How's your mom?" Tracy gave me another look and said, "Fine. Horny as hell and asking when we'll be visiting again. But she's really asking when YOU will come by and visit her. I swear she's more addicted to your cock than I am." "Really?" I give a low groan. Tracy's touch and the sight of pink-hair's luscious curves wiggling while she eats out my fiancee has me getting closer to an orgasm, slowly, but surely. She chuckles again, voice lilting into a girly whimper. "You're right. No one can be hungrier for your cock than me." "What can I say? I love redheads with hot asses." "She's still on cloud nine after I told her we got engaged. You know she's going to want a honeymoon threesome and a copy of the sex tape." Tracy said, putting her free hand back on the Asian girl's head and pushing her more firmly between her thighs. "She's probably happy she's going to get such an amazing son-in-law." I beam. The redhead gives a breathy giggle. "Well, that and it's not often a daughter gets engaged when she's twelve." "Few twelve year olds can fuck like possessed nyhmphomaniacs and are as hot as you." I grunt. I'm going to blow soon. "Oh? Fucked a lot of twelve-year-olds, have we?" "I'm definitely going to fuck plenty more. For research, of course." I say as I grunt again in release, white, viscous ropes painting Tracey's smug expression. "Of course."

So many ideas, but so few as well lol

A brief prompt I had in mind is for an after/near the end smut scene. It would be in a bedroom and maybe there would be a brief conversation between an average guy and Raven or Starfire from DC. The ladies are both present and it's briefly mentioned how they'd saved the guy recently from something. The scene moves on to reveal Raven and Starfire had a threesome with the guy and perhaps one of the heroines is sexually servicing him while the other is trying to have a casual conversation. If the scene continues farther than that, that's cool, but I think it would be funny and hot to see something like this written out Thanks

Maybe another picture challenge? Or perhaps instead of something AI, use a landscape photo? Or maybe do a screenshot of some show or movie? Or you could try a songfic? I mean, put in a song and people could write based of what the song inspires?

I've always liked Amara/Sailor Uranus. Maybe she goes on a casual outing with a guy when he realizes Amara is a chick? Amara ends up in a bikini or something feminine and skimpy/slutty somehow and ends up getting stuffed by her guy friend?

I know those feels

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=SUERY_oZ6XA

(Using the lower right picture for the prompt. First time submitting, so huzzah.) Amy sighed, leaning back-to-back with her companion, Dugen. “It’s cold.” He grunted with acknowledgement. “Do you think they’ll be here?” she asked, letting worry creep into her voice. “They’ll be here.” he answered, soft, but firm in his belief. That made her feel a little better. Dugen was good at taking the measure of a person. ‘A good judge of character’ as some would say. Ami, on the other hand, was good at *seeing* people and they often enjoyed the fact she wasn’t looking at a persona or mask people put up, but who the person truly was. Many found it a kind of quiet relief. Voice rising in volume to match her lighter mood, she asked, “Do you think they’ll be here soon?” Dugen grunted again. Bored with staring at the sidewalk or down the street to watch her end, Amy took in her surroundings with more detail. They were waiting in front of a local convenience store. Neither was worried about the workers telling them to stop loitering, because these were their old stomping grounds and they still visited family and friends in the area. They were regulars. Down the street was a restaurant both of them loved for the excellent food and cozy atmosphere. Frankly, Dugen would have preferred to wait in the restaurant to stay warm with some light appetizers, but Amy had insisted on waiting outside for their whole group to arrive. He had to admit she had a point. If the others showed up and didn’t see either Amy or Dugen, they might leave without a word and their efforts would be for naught. Around the corner was an arcade that both had spent many happy days at, feeding coin after coin to machines that blinked and peeped with points won and lost. It was as busy as their early years and they’d seen a steady flow of people when they passed it on the way here. “Why are we doing this again?” Amy asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear Dugen say it. He shifted, making her move in response to get comfortable and not lose her warm spot. “Because we both know we need to do this.” Dugen could practically hear Amy taking a breath to comment and carried on, “They’re both bright but, ‘even the wisest man can be a consummate idiot.’” “They’re not that dense. They’d figure it out eventually.” the young woman glanced over her shoulder and Dugen mirrored her action. His eyebrow was raised in a dubious look and Amy rolled her eyes to concede the argument. “Maybe.” Knowing Amy wanted to fill the silence to settle her own nerves, Dugen asked as they returned to keeping vigil of their own end of the street. “Did you ever get those light bulbs?” “Didn’t need to. Caroline saw the grocery list and told me there were a few spares in her closet I could help myself to.” “That was nice of her.” “Well, Caroline is nice.” Amy replied. Her voice told Dugen of the wry smile she was wearing, “Of course Max had to snark about it. Something like, ‘as far as I’m concerned, if I don’t like what i pull out of my closet lind, that’s my fault for having a crappy wardrobe.’” Dugen actually chuckled at that, his rumble of amusement moving his back and making Amy smile wide in reaction. “Speaking of…” she began with a teasing tone and Dugen’s chuckle turned into a suppressed groan. “Amy, really?” He’d hoped to avoid another instance of this conversation, but he supposed he walked into it when she started talking about their friends. “I’m just saying, it’s not a huge secret that you like her. You and Max are really birds of a feather. Except she’s mouthy and you’re….well, not.” “I’m not that obvious.” Dugen replied, a little defensively. His companion laughed at that. His tone was so much like a sulking child and so familiar. “Everyone knows because they can all see it. Especially Max. Why not ask her out?” Dugen stayed quiet. “Or are you just too shy?” Amy teased a bit more. The young man shifted again, his discomfort clear in his posture and the way he pulled in a little. A giggle from Amy and she continued, “Yes, she can be a bit confrontational, but we both know she’s a super nice person underneath. You especially know that. She’s never been anything but cool with both of us.” Breaking his awkward silence, Dugan replied, “I know she’s cool, but…” Amy filled in the blanks easily, “You think she’s too cool for you?” His silence spoke volumes to his friend. “Dugen, come on. You’re cool. You don’t flaunt it or anything and you’re not a jerk or anything about it. Just like her.” At his return to silence, Amy sighed. He was great at reading other people, but horrible with himself. “Bet ya?” she asked, cheekily. Dugen groaned again, knowing how this was going to play out. “Really?” “Really.” Amy grinned. Throughout the entire conversation, neither had looked back at each other and kept watch for their expected company, but each had known each other so long they could picture expressions in their mind’s eye with perfect accuracy. Amy liked friendly bets and gambling. A trait that had led to some embarrassing circumstances for Dugen. He wasn’t a gambler himself, but he indulged Amy when she’d learned to reign in the enthusiasm and think about the stakes and how they affected others. She’d learned years ago that a friendly bet was a perfect win-win to motivate both of them. He did it to entertain her and she did it to help him when he needed a friendly kick in the ass. Resigning himself to his fate, he sighed out, “Alright, what are the terms?” “Hmmmm….” Amy pondered, finger to her chin and a thoughtful expression on her face. She brightened up quickly and her expression was impish. “How about this, depending on how our little get together goes, you have to ask out Max?” Dugen had one hand on his face, peeking through his fingers to make sure he was still watching the street, but not thrilled at the direction this conversation had taken. He should have stuck to grunting. “Could you be a bit more specific?” Amy was grinning like a jack-o-lantern by now, quite pleased with herself. “If the get-together goes well, you ask out Max. Nothing fancy, just dinner and a movie maybe. Something tried-and-true. But, if the meeting goes badly, I will shut up and you can handle any approach, or non-approach with Max at your own pace. Deal?” Amy held up one of her hands above her head, plums facing behind her. Dugen, without even looking, raised his own hand in a matching gesture and the two high-fived before twiddling their fingers at each other. Sealing the bet with their ‘secret handshake’, the duo returned to silence, but a comfortable one. Amy’s nerves were gone, replaced with a happy anticipation for the rest of the night and the days ahead, and Dugen was quietly grateful that he’d have to do something, even if his nerves had begun to tangle at the thought of asking his crush out. “I hope they get here soon.” Dugen muttered. Only a few minutes had passed before he spotted a pair of figures approaching them from the end of the sidewalk. ‘Huh, speak of the devil…’ he thought to himself. Straightening up, he gave Amy a light nudge behind him. “They’re here.” Amy almost vaulted from her spot, grinning with enough energy to power the entire city for a year. “Welcome, one and all!” she cheered. Dugen face-palmed behind her as the pair hesitated to approach further and he saw the tension in their postures. “Try to tone it down a bit, please?” he asked. “We don’t want to scare them off before the night even starts.” “Right, right.” Amy agreed, looking sheepish. “But I’m still gonna be happy. Two of our best friends might start dating. And then my other best friend will have to ask out his crush. And then we can all start having babies?!” “Alright, Monica.” Dugen muttered again. “I don’t know how your boyfriend handles you.” Amy stuck out her tongue as their friends had gotten over their hesitation and were almost within normal speaking distance. “He loves my energy.” “I suppose someone has to.” her companion snarked, waving at the newcomers. “Just you wait, buddy. You’ll be on a date yourself before the month is through.” she rebutted. Dugen blanched just as their mutual friends greeted them and the group proceeded to the restaurant. ‘Blind dates are the best.’ Amy thought to herself with a grin.