Crispy Reunion pt.1 "Setting the Places" [Finished]

The 2022 Crispy Reunion...

 

It's been a while since I've seen these guys, but I automatically notice a few people when I enter the ballroom.

 

Mekki's here, chatting with Doomish and Tank, but that's to be expected. The three of them worked together to put this entire show together, and the fact that Tank allowed them use of his home saved a lot of money. I don't think Tank's much happy about it though, his normal grimace is much more apparent than usual, and I don't blame him. He did build the manor by himself deep in the Canadian wilds.

 

I watch as Mekki leaves the trio, sitting down at a table next to a quite attractive young woman. I smile as I recognize her, the lack of her trademark top-hat threw me off for a minute, but then again she looks just as good without it in the slinky black dress.

 

I tear my eyes away from the duo, crossing the tables over to the open bar, sitting on a stool next to Bonertron and Wall. They're arguing something, both far too drunk to be coherent, and I giggle at the way slurs affect Boner's accent. Taking a glass of champagne, I decide to take a seat at the tables to watch for more people I know.

 

This bubbly liquid tingles on my palate as I swing my leg to the music, I can't tell what it is, but my gut tells me it's synth. A quick look toward the DJ confirms my thoughts, Lux is up there, one hand on his headphones as he busts out his "mad skills".

 

Thankfully, a large man pushes him away, changing the music from synth to the Protomen.

 

The sight of Vekter abusing Lux makes me chuckle, and I finish off the champagne as I stand, eager to refill my glass with liquid courage.

 

I pass by Telvanni, C-User, and Slarti on my way, all three acting like wallflowers as is normal. Reaching the bar I wait for my refill, casually rebutting an advance from an older looking Aiko, and thanking the bartender as I quickly move back toward my empty table.

 

I'm unsurprised no one notices me, the hormones have changed my body enough that I'm unrecognizable from what they remember. I slug the champagne back, needing that feeling of carelessness to reveal my identity to my friends. Not sure why I'm so worried, these guys are the most accepting people ever. My mind wanders back to those days in chat, and I quickly get lost daydreaming about the "good old days".

 

A heavily accented voice snaps me back to reality, asking if the other seat is taken, and I look up to respond when I'm taken aback.

 

It's Drawbro, his height being the instant give away, and I immediately find myself blushing at how good he looks in the long suit-coat and feathered cap.

 

"Is this seat uh, how you say, taken?" he asks tentatively.

 

"N-No it's not, you can sit here," I respond, wanting to face-palm at my stutter.

 

"Ah thank you," he says sitting down with a sigh "It's nice to see you made it Banda,"

 

Shock runs through my body at the reveal of my secret, and Drawbro chuckles at me.

 

"With all the uh, how you say, deek-girl stories I expected something like this,"

 

His mispronunciation of dick-girls causes me to bust out laughing, easing my tension enough to begin chatting with him. I learn that he now does graphic design, and that he makes enough to live easily by himself. He asks me how I've been, and I tell him about the hormone therapy along with my new life as a porn director. He admits to seeing a few, and praises me on making good porn with a plot. It's nice seeing him in person, and honestly he's quite charming, though he doesn't stay seated long. He excuses himself politely, trotting off to speak with the others.

 

I refill my flute one more time, feeling the buzz become more apparent, and I look over the crowd. The theme of the reunion was a masquerade, which meant that about eighty percent of the people who came were dressed in Victorian Era garb, and the sight of normally manly men like Boner in a ruffled shirt made me chuckle more than I'd like. The only person who outright rejected the style was Tank, forgoing all the ruffles and silk for a simple black suit sans jacket, but he kept the obsidian bow tie.

 

I didn't go all out, my dress isn't as ridiculously poofy as it could've been, but I did get a white mask to go with my platinum blonde hair. The hair I'm currently playing with, a bad habit I picked up, thankfully I cut it into a cute bob the previous day, or I'd probably be chewing the ends out of nervousness.

 

The music changes again, turning from Keep Quiet into a more appropriate Bach medley, and people start to move from the dance floor to to tables. I feel my fear start to rise as two people I didn't expect sit next to me. Not that I'm not friends with them, it's more like they did just almost fight on the stage.

 

Vekter sits across from me, a Jack & Coke half-drained in one hand, and Lux sits to the side, distinct scent of Crown Royal wafting from his glass.

 

"Hi there, I'm Lu-,"

 

"Shaddup Lux, like she wants to talk to your goofy mug,"

 

"Fuck you Vekter, American babes love the brown skin!"

 

"Sha, right, like any woman would touch you!"

 

The arguing persists for several minutes before I cut in.

 

"You two faggots fight like an old married couple, and for the record, no girls like you Lux,"

 

Lux reels back in surprise at the comment, while Vekter give me a confused look, probably trying to place my voice. It takes him a few seconds, but he gives me a look signifying that he's figured it out.

 

"I must say, you make one pretty lady," he says, taking a swig of the Jack.

 

"Why thank you Vekter, I think so as well," I giggle in response, especially since Lux is still lost.

 

"What the fuck, you two know each other?" Lux exclaims.

 

"Think Lux, you know her too," Vekter tries to lead him along.

 

"Yeah Lux~y, you know me pretty well," I chuckle.

 

Lux begins rambling incoherently about no women on the internet when Vekter's anger hits its peak,

"It's Banda you fucking idiot!" he shouts at Lux.

 

"Wh-What?!?" is all Lux gets out before Vekter furiously flips the table.

 

Thankfully it doesn't cause much of a scene, due to the table being a cheap vinyl-covered model, and the fact that Boner and Bipolar have gotten into a small tussle near the bar. Something of which I am very glad of, as my new persona is something I want to reveal slowly, and not during a massive scene involving table flipping and screaming.

 

After hurriedly putting the table back on its legs, Vekter casually sits down as if nothing had happened, and I regale the two with what I've been been doing lately. After I finish Vekter fills me in on his job as a programmer, and Lux boasts about how he's now a 'Veteran Longshoreman'. Of course, during Lux's spiel Vekter makes the occasional jab at him, which makes me chuckle like a schoolgirl.

 

After a bit of them arguing I excuse myself politely, making my way to one of seven restrooms in the manor, and I struggle pulling my dress up enough to tug out my dick. The hormone therapy isn't quite finished yet, I've yet to go under the knife, but beyond the offending penis my body is quite feminine. I've been told by several people I embody the look of a futanari drawing, which I take as a partial compliment, and comments like that reinforce the part of my mind that wants to forgo the surgery, staying pre-op.

 

As I finish up, adjusting my hair and mask in the mirror, I open the door only to bump into Benny.

 

"Oh s-sorry ma'am," he hurriedly apologizes, giving me a curt nod.

 

"No need Benny, it's quite alright," I laugh him off.

 

"I uh... Who-who are you again miss?" he asks.

 

"I- It's uh... I'm Banda," I shyly say, glad my masks partially hides my blush.

 

"I... Uh... I'vegottausetherestroom," he nearly shouts as he runs down the hallway away from me.

 

I wonder for a second if his hurried escape was a compliment or an insult as I return to the ballroom, refilling my glass again, I decide to sit down next to the only other occupant at the bar.

 

"How goes it Amateur?" I ask casually, sipping from the flute.

 

"Buh huh wat? Do I know you?" he fumblingly asks before reeling back.

 

"Nice to see you Banda, though you're not what I expected,"

 

I laugh as he signals the barkeep to refill his drink, the clear Bacardi mixing into yellowish pineapple juice, making a wonderfully fruity combination I've had before. Amateur slugs the entire thing back without a thought, signaling for another before turning to ask me several questions.

 

"So why the swap?"

 

"I dunno, after writing all the dickgirl stuff it just kinda happened,"

 

"So you're complete woman now? Loving the cock and all that?"

 

"Not... Exactly..."

 

"You're a lesbian?"

 

"Bisexual, but that's not the part I was hesitant about,"

 

Amateur's laugh is loud when he realizes what I mean, burying his face in his hands as he mumbles something about me owing him new sides.

 

"So you're what you write now? That's hilarious,"

 

"Thank you Amateur, I'm glad someone else finds it funny,"

 

Thinking he's offended me, Amateur tries to apologize quickly, but I stop him.

 

"I mean, it's nice someone realized the humor instead of hitting on me,"

 

Again he laughs, louder this time somehow, and I excuse myself again to cross over to the DJ stage.

 

I want to hear a nice Mozart piece, that'd make me a little more comfortable.

 

The DJ accepts my request with a smile, and I have a little hop in my step as I start to return to my table. I don't make it far unfortunately, as I bump into a man wearing a rather fancy looking unbuttoned navy dress coat and a smiling theater mask.

 

"Ow wow jeez sorry miss, I can't see SHIT in this thing," Doomish's high-pitched voice exclaims as he removes the mask.

 

"Hi Doomish, good to see you," I giggle at him.

 

"Oh hi, uh, Yooper?" his brow furrowing as he attempts to discern my identity.

 

"It's Banda actually," I state as I remove my own mask, smiling at him.

 

"Oh jeez, wow, that's like, AWESOME man! Errr.... Girl?"

 

I take a second to respond, his manner of speech causing me to laugh hard.

 

"Partially both, just Banda will work, it's an ambiguous name. Suits me pretty well I'd think,"

 

We chat for a few minutes, basically me asking him about the commercial release of Salty Tears, and fangirling over the upcoming anime based off it. He casually avoids the more invasive questions, like 'WHEN IS IT COMING OUT?!?' and answering smaller thing about the confirmed voice actors. Our conversation abruptly ends when a man in a dashing black vest and cape approaches, wearing a sad theater mask, and I turn to welcome Mekki into our small circle.

 

"I'm sorry to steal Doomish from you miss, but I need him for a small matter related to our alcohol stores,"

 

"That's no girl, that's Banda!" Doomish exclaims, brandishing his hands wildly towards me.

 

"Oh my, well, it's nice to see you Banda. I guess you are what you write?" he chuckles softly.

 

I nod, giggling like an idiot, as the duo walks away towards the kitchen, turning away to return to my table.

 

Only to smack into two man, falling onto my ass, but miraculously saving the drink in my hand. I close my eyes, shaking my head to clear a bit of dizziness from the liquor.

 

"I do say Garver, I believe we've knocked this poor woman over,"

 

"Verily my dear YFA, though I think this is no mere woman,"

 

I look up at the duo, wearing crisp Victorian suits (Garver in black with YFA in brown), trading in masks for monocles and top-hats. They both extend a hand to help me up, the other being occupied with martini glasses, and I quickly stand up.

 

"My word Banda, you look marvelous in that dress!" Garver exclaims as YFA kisses my hand.

 

"Hogwash, that can't be Banda, she's far too striking to be that lout we know!" YFA drops my hand, turning to Garver.

 

"You'd be quite wrong then, my dear YFA, if you look close you can see a small bulge. I'd say ol' Banda here has become what he wrote," Garver chuckles, sipping the martini.

 

"It seems you're quite right Garver, quite expected from her I'd think," YFA joins Garver in chuckling, clinking his glass against his as I stand there in complete shock.

 

Feels like revealing my identity will be easier than I think.

 

"I'd love to stay and chat ol' chap, but we must be seeing Messer Doomish," Garver prompts YFA to leave.

"Ah verily, we must twist Mekki's ear as well, chew the fat for a while I'd think," YFA tips his hat to me before pivoting on his heel and walking away.

 

"Uh... Bye," I manage to weakly say as Garver joins him.

 

I down the champagne in one gulp as I cross over to the bar, the bartender offering me another champagne, and I notice Drawbro sitting next to me. I politely decline the champagne, ordering a Black & Gold, before turning to speak to my favorite artist.

 

"Enjoying the party?" I ask, sipping from the glass the bartender hands me.

 

"Ehhuhhh... Lux came by and did that stupid, uh, 'Quebecois' shit,"

 

"He's still doing that? Thought he wouldn't be so much of a faggot after ten years,"

 

Drawbro runs a hand across his face as he downs a shot glass full of a strange combination that smells vaguely of maple syrup.

 

"He's uh, what's the word for uh, accro? Where someone can't stop doing a, uh, a something?"

 

"You mean like addiction?"

 

"Aha yes! That's the word, thank you Banda," he cheers, offering me a shot of the strange brew he's having.

The shot glass is warm to the touch, the brown liquid sloshing around slowly.

 

"Eeets, called 'magick potion', vodka and maple syrup," he quickly explains.

 

"I... Uh... Err... Okay," I mumble out, wondering if my stomach can take this concoction.

 

After a few seconds of egging on by Drawbro, I slug it back, the syrup sliding down my throat faster than I thought, and I have to resist coughing when I taste the vodka. I get a cheer from Drawbro though, and that makes me feel a little better.

 

"Did you eh... Like it?" he asks.

 

"Y-Yeah, it's pretty good, just not a combination I thought worked together,"

 

"It's nice, I tried to have Tank drink one, but he uh... How you say rejeté? Ah fuck, he say no,"

 

It's obvious that drinking slightly affects his English, but I find it very endearing. We chat for a while at the bar, enough that I drain another glass of alcohol, and he excuses himself when Thighs calls him over to talk, though he stays long enough to ask me something.

 

"Save uh, the dance last for me eh Banda?"

 

I nod enthusiastically as he walks away, and as I turn back to the bartender I notice TopHat waving me over to her table. Wondering what she wants (and excited to finally hear her talk) I quickly walk over to her, passing Tank along the way. She motions for me to sit once I get close enough, and I hold my breath in anticipation of what I can only expect to be an eargasm from her nigh-angelic voice.

 

[Have you seen Doomish or Mekki-pie?]

 

My smile drops considerably as I read the post-it she hands me. Goddammit, I shall never be graced with her voice it seems.

 

"Yeah, last time I talked to Doomish, Mekki dragged him off to the kitchen," I shrug, still slightly depressed.

 

Huffing slightly, TopHat angrily scribbles another note, handing it to me with a slight blush on her face.

 

[C-Could you go check on them for me? Mehk said he'd be back to dance with me, and Tank won't go.]

 

"Why not just dance with Tank? Surely he's a good dancer," Not like I won't help her, I'm just stonewalling at this point to get her to talk.

 

TopHat's lips scrunch up as she hurriedly jots another note, sticking the tip of her pink tongue out at me as she throws it to me.

 

[Just go do it you... You... Double Baka!]

 

"Alright alright, I'm going, just watch my drink," I concede, rolling my eyes as I stand.

 

I make my way past the bar on my way to the kitchen, idly humming along with the music, when Tank grabs my arm. He tugs me over to the bar, bringing my face to face with him.

 

"Banda. Where are you going?"

 

"U-Umm... TopHat want's me to-,"

 

"She still looking for Doomish and Mehk? Hmph, guess I should show you to the kitchen then,"

 

I almost want to make a joke about him being a gentleman, but his general demeanor tonight causes me to reconsider. Instead, I just follow him down a few hallways to a set of double doors. Tank stops as he grips the handle, standing there for several seconds, before cocking his head to the side.

 

"Wha-" I start to ask what the problem is, but he stops me with a finger.

 

"Listen," he whispers, placing his ear near the door.

 

        [GAY STUFF STARTS HERE SO YEAH IGNORE THIS SECTION IF YOU DISLIKE INTERACTIONS BETWEEN TWO MEN]

                                  [ALSO SKIP THIS IF YOU ARE TANK]

                             ~[IT ENDS AT LIKE LINE 273 OR SOMETHING]~

 

I mime his action, and am surprised to hear faint rhythmic slapping noises coming from inside. I don't even know what to think, flabbergasted by the skin slapping that emanates mere feet from our presence. Tank isn't as stunned as I am, and he starts to turn the doorknob slowly. I almost want to stop him, but it is his manse so I position myself where I can peek behind the door as well.

 

The sight I'm treated to makes me instantly hard.

 

It's like something out of a bad porno, Mehk has Doomish bent over a kitchen island, and is pounding him like there's no tomorrow. Both are completely naked, shining with sweat, having been (possibly) locked in this position for God knows how long. It's at this point I realize just how much I've been drinking when I start to fondle myself over my clothing. Hands running over ample cleavage, and my now prominent bulge, enjoying the sensation of the soft material against my sensitive flesh. Before I know it, I've hiked my dress up enough to let my hardened dick flop out, and I start slowly stroking it whilst roughly squeezing a breast.

 

"Mmm~..." a small moan escapes my lips, and I feel Tank shift slightly.

 

The sudden realization that I've been publicly masturbating next to a large Canadian man (with a history of violence) causes me to freeze up, and then I notice it.

 

Tank's arm moving back and forth.

 

Slightly reassured that he's enjoying the show as well, I resume my jacking off, slipping the shoulder straps of my dress down to expose my breasts. I lift one up, sliding the diamond-hard nipple into my mouth, quiet sucking noises eeking out of the corners of my lips as I start to speed up my tugging. My lust is reaching into heights I've not felt in a long time, and I decide to do something I've been wanting to do for a while.

 

I drop my breast, feeling it jiggle with the recoil of gravity, and snake my now free hand onto Tank's exposed crotch.

 

My mouth forms into a small 'o' as I feel just how girthy he is, surprised he hasn't turned and kicked the shit out of me. After a few seconds of feeling him, he makes a small grunt, which I suppose is his way of approving my action. Ignoring mine for a second, I focus on pumping Tank's raging hard-on, struggling to even wrap my hand all around him. For a second I consider fellating him, my horniness beating out logic for a second, but then I feel his hand grasp one of my breasts.

 

A moan escapes my lips as his hand works magic on my breast, twisting my nipple slightly before tracing my areola, then moving to cup the supple flesh. His silent consent, paired with the sudden sensation of his hand reminds me of my own bobbing erection, and I start rubbing myself again.

 

I feel as if I'm in some sort of H-anime as this continues, watching Mehk's perfectly formed ass clench with each thrust into Doomish whilst jerking off a dick that isn't my own, and I almost orgasm when I hear Doomish squeak out a line from one of my films.

 

"Y-You're so deep Mekki-chan, it feels like it'll come out of my mouth~!"

 

I bite my lip to stop a moan, watching Mehk pull Doomish back by his hair, and finally I come when he kisses him. My balls churn as my cum flies out in thick ropes. I can swear the sticky globs make a sound as they smack against the door, but I could care less as I feel Tank twitch in my hand when he comes. Thick rivulets of warm semen trickle over my fingers as his cock spasms, testicles struggling to squeeze out his enormous load. My lust it seems isn't fully diminished as I retract my hand, sucking the hot liquid off my fingers.

 

Huh, apparently the internet was right, it does taste like salty coins and milk.

 

After I finished cleaning my hand, my gaze returned to the duo in the kitchen, realizing that during our voyeurism the door opened enough that Doomish and Mehk have noticed us.

 

No words were exchanged as we all collected ourselves, covering our bodies once again, and returning to the party to immediately part ways.

 

Tank heads straight for the bar, quickly downing several shots of liquor, and I return to TopHat to retrieve my own drink. I down it reasonably fast as I make my way back to my table, sitting down across from AE, who is idly conversing with a passing Hearts. He notices the look on my face (which I can only assume is shame), and offers to refresh my drink. I accept, thanking him for being such a gentleman, and eagerly take the full glass when he returns from the bar.

 

"Jeez, what happened? Look like you just beat off in the bathroom or something," he jokes, taking a swig of his rum.

 

"Y-Yeah, I don't wanna talk about it," I hastily admit, still trying to comprehend what exactly DID happen.

"Wanna talk about it? Like the old Crispydays?"

 

"Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you," I admit, memories of the golden days making me cave in.

 

I lay the entire story out, from Doomish and Mehk fucking, to my own debauchery. AE listens intently, completely silent as I weave this tale to him. Once I'm finished he chuckles slightly before downing the rest of his drink.

 

"Wow, that's awesome, possibly the gayest thing I've heard ever,"

 

"The worst part? Just thinking about it gets me hard,"

 

It's not a lie, I cross my legs in an attempt to hide the stirring erection under my dress, but it only causes it to flare up more.

 

"You know there are like a dozen rooms here, and that's just the first floor. I bet no one even goes to the second or third," his voice trails at the end as he takes a sip of his drink.

 

"A-Are you propositioning me AE?" I giggle, taken back by his smile at being found out.

 

"Maybe. I just know how you're suffering, and I don't have a problem with the 'extra equipment' if you catch my drift,"

 

I blush slightly, biting my lip as I consider his offer.

 

Who would find us? Especially on the third floor?

 

"Alright AE, but I'm a lady now, and I deserve to be treated as one," I joke.

 

AE takes my hand as he stands, kissing it lightly, before brandishing his hand toward the stairs.

 

"Of course madmoiselle, after you,"

 

I feel like a teenager again as we both practically skip down the hallway, passing YFA and Garver by the kitchen on our way up the stairs.