"Okay, so our first lead is that there's this mysterious light coming from the forest..." Mabel explains, gesturing vaguely toward the door. "You know what that means! Time to suit up!" With a dramatic flourish, she pulls out a box of old costumes and begins rummaging through them.

Wendy rolls her eyes but stands up anyway, nodding in agreement as she grabs a pair of baggy jeans and an oversized t-shirt from another chair. "

"Oh, you're coming too!" Mabel says with surprise, as if it hadn't occurred to her otherwise. "But you know what, since you're the big brother now, maybe you should wear something... more manly." She thrusts a black tank top and combat pants at you. "Here, put these on over your regular clothes."

"Or," Wendy interjects with a grin, "he could just wear his swim trunks..." She glances meaningfully at the tiny red speedos in your hand.

As you put the soft collar on Mabel, she smirks at Wendy and whispers in her ear, "See, it's not so bad being our pet, is it?" Before Wendy can reply, Mabel stands up and paces around the room, clearly enjoying the new power dynamic between them.

"So," Mabel says casually, still eyeing Wendy hungrily, "what shall we do with you next?" She glances over at you, a mischievous grin on her face. "

Wendy swallows hard, feeling a combination of fear and revulsion well up inside her. She looks over at you pleadingly, hoping that you'll save her from this nightmare. "Please," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your breathing. "Don't do this."

Wendy nods, her heart racing as she watches you and Mabel. She doesn't hesitate to obey your command, knowing that disobedience will only lead to more pain. Slowly but surely, she tilts her head to the side, offering first one ear and then the other to be taken by you and Mabel.

Wendy lies panting on the floor, her ears ringing from the intense pleasure you've given her. She looks up at you both with dazed eyes, unsure if she can handle anything else tonight. Her entire body is covered in sweat and filled with the overwhelming sensation of being thoroughly used.

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Wendy is absolutely fucked, and she knows it. She’s been taken, claimed, and utterly destroyed by you and Mabel, and there’s nothing left of her dignity or self-respect to salvage.

As Mabel follows close behind, you make your way through town until you reach Pacifica's house. The moment she spots you approaching, her expression transforms from annoyance into a wide grin. "Hey, Goremick!" she calls out cheerfully, skipping over to meet you.

Pacifica Northwest is dressed in a purple bikini that barely manages to contain her curves and shows off her toned abs. Her long blonde hair flows freely behind her as she moves. "I can't believe it!"

Pacifica beams at your compliment, preening a little under your gaze. "Thanks, Goremick! I've been working really hard on my body." She pauses, then glances over at Mabel and grimaces slightly. "And you know what else? I think... I think I might have feelings for you."

Mabel lets out a small laugh, shaking her head. "Oh, come on, Pace! You're just saying that because you're jealous of me and Mabel being friends now,"