Chapter 5: The Potion

For the rest of the day after sex with her parents, I was stuck to Brit like we were glued together. The thought that I was going to lose her had me scared and her new snuff bunny nudist membership had me horny. We had to chase Mandy off from watching us having sex at least three times that day, but then again we weren't confining our spontaneous sex to the private areas of the house any more. When Eric caught us fucking in the living room, he made a poignant joke about us fucking like rabbits.

We spent most of Sunday updating the party plan to adjust for the new main course. Not much actually needed to change, it mostly just meant that Brit wouldn't be around for the later parts. Cutting the cake and opening the presents had been scheduled for the parts that she wouldn't be alive for anymore, but after a long discussion Brit decided that presents were meaningless if she was about to die, and she didn't care if she got to eat the cake or not.

There was one detail of the updated dramatic meatgirl reveal which was going to take some work. Since, Brit was now going to announce that she was the meat, rather than me, we wanted to add to the impact of the moment by having me rip her dress off from behind as soon as she said it. This was a problem because the dress definitely wasn't designed to come off that quickly. Asking the tailor to make major changes to the dress this close to the party didn't seem feasible and neither of us wanted to have to explain why it needed to be able to come off so quickly.

We decided that we would let her finish the dress, which should be ready to pick up on Tuesday, then I would carefully cut the dress completely open on the front and put it back together with a wide stitch using a weak thread. Apparently that's how porn stars make tearaway clothes, so it should be possible. The dress probably wouldn't survive, but then neither will the girl wearing it, so who cares.

Another change was to the orgy. It was originally going to start after I got on the grill, since it would take a long time for me to cook, but Brit still wanted to take part in it. We could move it up some, but a lot of it was still going to need to happen while she was cooking, because we didn't have anything else to fill that time with. After a bit of debate, I gave my girlfriend permission to fuck anyone she wanted right before getting on the grill, as a sort of last request and birthday gift.

There was still one critical piece to this orgy which eluded me.

"I get how anyone who sees you naked might want to fuck you," I began, "but, for a girl, I am unusually susceptible to your sexual charms. You've never explained how you are going to get enough girls interested to make this whole orgy work."

"Ah, yes. That's what my secret mission yesterday was all about," she said mischievously. "Close the door and I'll show you."

When I turned back around, Brit was pulling two boxes from the closest. The larger box proved to be full of lingerie made to loosely resemble maid outfits. They were basically just silky black bikini bras with some white frills, paired with fishnet thigh highs, and an "apron" which was little more than a loin cloth set into a chiffon skirt. The small box just had a bunch of contact lenses which made your irises into pink hearts and a bottle of saline contact solution.

I held up one of the skirts and looked at Brit. "Fucking sexy. But again, I don't see how you're going to convince the girls to wear any of this."

"That's what the love potion is for," she grinned.

"What love potion?" I held up the saline. "Eye drops and heart shaped contacts won't make anyone fall in love," I said sarcastically.

"No, but saline laced with the right drugs will make them horny and compliant," she replied smugly.

I gasped, "You ruffied the eye drops?"

"I had a guy I know figure out which drugs to use and how much. He knows what he's doing and assures me they will work perfectly."

"And you're sure those drugs can even be taken through the eye?"

"Well, he thought so," she said with less confidence. "But, I agree we need to test it to be sure."

I blinked at her. "I never said that we should use it on anybody. Who could we even try it on?"

She just kept looking at me expectantly.

"Me? You want to test it on me? How would you even know if it worked? I'll already do anything you say, and I'm always horny."

It had been nearly an hour since our last sex break and having her constantly naked too wasn't really giving my libido a chance to abate.

"The way you're disagreeing with me about this kind of undermines your argument, but you still have a point, my loyal snuff bunny." She chewed her lip. "I suppose we could try it on the brat."

"She's nearly as horny as I am," I objected.

"Yeah, but the real test is if she puts up a fight if we make her think we are going to rape her to death." She saw the look in my eye. "Of course, we're just going to make her think it, we won't really hurt her," she added quickly.

"She has been a pest lately," I conceded. "She could use a little payback."

After a bit more discussion, I agreed we could test the love potion on Mandy the next day after school, and then we would see how I felt about using it for the party.

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Monday at school Mandy gave us even more reason to be upset with her. Around mid-day, we found out that everyone was whispering that Brit had started calling me a snuff bunny. We had been super careful about that at school, so it had to be Mandy who leaked that. By the end of the day, at least half the school was positive that I was going to be cooked and served at Brit's birthday party that weekend. The fact that this was actually no longer the plan might've been the only thing that kept Brit from demanding we snuff the unreliable brat for real that night.

After school, we set the boxes out in the open and called Mandy into the room. She knew she had screwed up, so she was on guard as she came in the door. Brit was standing by the boxes with her arms crossed under her exposed breasts.

(I have to admire her dedication to the naked snuff bunny house rule. It would have been easier to keep her new meatgirl status secret if she'd kept on wearing clothes. Not that I would ever suggest such a thing. <3)

"Would you care to explain why everyone at school today was calling my girlfriend a snuff bunny?" Brit didn't have to put on an act to look mad for this part.

"Well, you call her that all the time, maybe somebody overhead you," she said defensively.

"Not a chance," I denied. "Brit never uses that name at school. You are the only one who could have spilled that secret."

She squirmed, looking down.

"As punishment for your indiscretion," Brit sentenced, "you will model the outfit we have for the special maids serving at the party," holding up a set of the lingerie.

Mandy gaped at the outfit, "You sure you don't mean whores?"

Brit laughed darkly. "The outfit comes with some cute contact lenses, too."

I held them up so she could see the hearts.

"So, definitely whores." Mandy sighed. "Ok, I guess I can try on your stupid whore maid costume."

She held out her hand for the outfit. We just stared at her waiting.

She took her hand back and looked embarrassed. "Here? Can't I at least get changed in my room?"

That's good, she was reluctant, so we should be able to tell if it worked or not.

"Fine, whatever," Brit said, "but let's see you in the contacts first."

I took out a set of the contacts and moistened them with a couple generous drops of the saline. She slipped them each in, and then checked in Brit's makeup mirror to make sure they were right side up.

Turning to us, she said sourly, "There. Do I look like a cartoon girl in love now, you perverts?"

"The left one is crooked," Brit said. It wasn't that bad, but we needed to stall her to see if the potion would kick in.

Mandy turned back to the mirror and tried to adjust the lens. It took her a couple tries before she decided to check with Brit to see if it was good enough.

"I guess that will have to do," Brit said.

Brit and I walked out and into Mandy's room. Mandy just stared in confusion until Brit held up the lingerie.

"Come on, squirt, time to put on the uniform," Brit demanded.

Mandy followed us over and grabbed it from her.

"What are you guys doing in here? I need to change," she protested.

"We agreed you could change in your room, but we still get to watch you put it on," Brit said. "You're such a screw up, you would probably do it wrong without help."

Mandy glared, but then started taking her shorts off. After setting them aside she pulled her shirt off and dropped it on top of her shorts. She fumbled with her bra for a moment until Brit spoke up.

"God, you really are a screw up." Brit sneered. "Give her a hand."

I stepped over and took off her bra.

"What.." Mandy said uncertainly.

I pulled down her panties and with a nudge from me, she obediently lifted each leg so I could take it all the way off.

I stood back with Brit to see what she would do.

"Don' stare at me," her speech was slightly slurred.

"Well, put on your uniform, squirt," Brit prodded.

She turned and looked blankly at the wisps of fabric we were calling a maid uniform. She managed to get the skirt and thigh highs on, but the top was too complex a task for her. She couldn't get it to stay on her chest when she reached around to fasten it in the back. After dropping it for the third time, I stepped in and put it on her.

It looked silly on her. It was clearly designed to be worn by an adult woman. Mandy's smaller body and cone shaped size AA breasts did a miserable job of filling the cups on the bra.

"Well, that's a problem," Brit said dryly.

"At least the potion seems to be working," I commented.

"Why 's it sa hot in here?" Mandy mussed.

"Yeah, so far," agreed Brit. "Better be sure we know what we have, though."

"Mandy, time for you to show us what that outfit looks like when you are fulfilling your duties. Get over here and eat me out," Brit commanded clearly.

"No, tha's gross," Mandy protested, "yer my sis'er. I'm not allowed ta fuck you."

Brit walked over and pushed Mandy down to her knees. "I gave you an order."

Mandy started lapping at her sister's cunt sloppily. I moved over and felt under the skirt to see if she was wet. My fingers came out sticky, so I held them up for Brit to see before I licked them clean.

"Nice," my girlfriend said, "I'm so lucky to have a horny snuff bunny like you. Which reminds me, this little slut ruined my party plans today," gripping Mandy by the hair and forcing her to look up.

"What do you say we snuff this slut so she doesn't cause any more trouble?" Brit was really going to play out the whole plan, then.

"She did spoil our big surprise," I agreed, playing my part. "Plus, she's always spying on us. If we let her live she's just going to keep messing everything up."

"Wha? No, I'll be goo', I powmiss," Mandy slurred.

Brit shook her head. "Let's do her on the bed; it'll be easier."

We carried the mostly limp girl over to her bed and dragged her to the middle. She ended up lying on top of Brit, who looped an arm around her neck.

"And now, little snuff slut, we are going to fuck you to death," she explained. "Joy is going to eat you out until you cum, which is when I will kill you."

"I don' wanna die. Can' I just go back ta eatin' ya out?"

I flipped up the tiny apron to find a soaking, engorged pair of lips waiting for me. I got down and started cleaning up the juices already leaking out.

"Mmh, this cunt is delicious," I said happily. "We've got to cook and eat it after we snuff her."

"That would be a fitting end to the snuff meat who spoiled your time on the grill," agreed Brit.

Mandy continued to protest weakly, patting me on the head and tapping Brit's arm. It wasn't enough to interfere with what I was doing, so I kept eating her out. I used my fingers and mouth in concert to do my best to get her off quickly, so we could be done with this mock snuff play. Horny as she was, it wasn't long before her breathing sped up and she started humping against me, nearing her climax.

When she came, she immediately started to hiccup. Brit had pulled down the ill-fitting bikini and was toying with her nipples. She stopped when Mandy calmed down, and then bent over so they were eye to eye.

"That was a warning, brat," she said firmly. "You behave, and we'll reward you. You screw up again like you did today, and you might not live to regret it."

"I'll be a goo' lil' snuff slut for you, big sis," she promised. "I wuv you."

She had tears streaking her makeup. Brit and I scooted in to either side of her and wiped her face clean, kissing her tenderly. Then we got her out of the sexy maid uniform and had her drink a large glass of water.

While we waited for her to recover, Brit and I lay to one side of her, making out. Eventually, Brit turned around, getting on top of me so we could sixty-nine. About two orgasms each later, we saw that Mandy was watching us more intently and was fingering herself, so we figured she would be alright and tucked her into bed with instructions to sleep off the rest.

In the morning we found Mandy in the bathroom standing at the mirror, still naked.

"Morning, brat," said Brit.

"Morning, sis," she replied softly, turning.

"Morning. How much do you remember from last night," I asked.

She grimaced, "I think most of it, but there's fuzzy spots. I remember the whore outfit, that we had sex some and... that talk." She looked meekly at Brit.

"Good," Brit said. "Do you remember your promise?"

Mandy swallowed. "It's a little fuzzy, but I think I promised to be your slave or something." Her voice fell to a whisper at the end. She quickly added, "But I definitely remember that I screwed up and that I am never, never going to do that again, or you'll…" She squirmed, putting a hand to her neck, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

"Good girl," Brit patted her on the head. "Hey, snuff bunny, why don't you give her a little reward?"

I smiled and hugged the younger girl. "You want a taste of me, or the other way around?"

Mandy smiled shyly, "If you don't mind, could I try…?" pointing at my hip.

"Be my guest, little one."

I hopped on the edge of the counter and she eagerly knelt in front of me and began licking away.

Brit was grinning, but spoke with a stern voice, "While you get your little treat, I'm going to give you your task for the day, so pay attention."

Mandy slowed her frantic pace.

"You now know about the special entertainment we have planned for the party," Brit continued. "Although, don't go thinking that we told you everything. I still don't think we can trust you with everything."

"Sorry," interjected Mandy.

I started playing with my breasts. Seeing Brit dominate another girl was fun.

Brit ignored the interruption. "Your job today will be to spread some hints among the boys that there will be some easy, horny girls at the party. I know you don't have a lot of connections with the popular upperclassmen, but those are the most important targets. You're a smart brat, I'm sure you'll figure something out. You can recruit help you can trust, but don't tell anyone, including Kelly, about our new arrangement." Kelly was Mandy's best friend.

Brit added in a reprimanding tone, "Oh, I really shouldn't have to say this, but you absolutely cannot breathe a word about anything that happened last night to anyone, ever. Or else. Got it?"

"Oh, yes, I got it. My lips are sealed." Mandy immediately opened those lips and returned to eating me out.

Brit nodded, "Snuff bunny, you can cum now."

I gasped and immediately started to cum. That was new. I was learning all kinds of things about myself.

Once I had calmed and Mandy had lapped up the mess she had made, we got to our feet.

Brit had Mandy repeat her marching orders. When she had given a satisfactory summary, Brit congratulated her with a kiss, licking some of my juices from her face.

"Mmh, best flavor in town," my girlfriend stated.

"Yep!" Her sister agreed.

"Alright, alright, we don't want to be late for the bus," Brit ordered. "Get moving."

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That day at school was fun, too. Up until this point, Brit and I had held hands everywhere when we were together, and routinely made out in the girl's bathrooms, but had never actually had sex at school. I finally convinced Brit to skip a class and sneak off to fuck the entire time. Knowing you're going to die in a few days really loosens your inhibitions, trust me.

Fifth period was always a major bore on Tuesdays, so we agreed to meet in the girl's locker room as soon as fourth period ended. There weren't really any comfortable places to lie down, but that didn't stop us from fucking in the showers, on one of the benches, and up against the wall. In retrospect, we probably should have ended in the shower, so we would have a chance to clean ourselves up, but neither of us had thought it through ahead of time. Anyway, that would have cut into our time for sexy fun.

After school, we swung by the tailor's to pick up the dress. Given the time it was going to take to make the modifications to the dress, and the adjustments needed to all the "maid" outfits, we had let all our friends at school know that we'd be skipping Wednesday for party prep.

Back at home, we made a new little addition to our daily snuff bunny after school strip routine. Instead of each removing our own clothes, we undressed each other. We both took every chance in the process to feel each other up and kiss any patch of bare skin that happened close. This definitely would have led straight to sex, but Mandy was standing in the door watching.

"Can I play, too?" she asked hopefully.

"No," Brit said coldly.

"Actually," I said, "I do need you to put this on again," grabbing one of the maid lingerie tops.

Mandy backed away, scared. "What? But I've been good all day. I-"

Brit was glaring.

"I mean, yes ma'am," she abruptly changed her tune.

She stepped in the room and quickly stripped completely naked. She took the top I offered and put it on, then looked around.

"I only need you to wear the top so I can figure out how to modify it to fit better," I explained dryly. "You didn't really need to take your pants off."

She covered her crotch nervously and said, "Oh. Uh, I guess this is fine, then."

While I pinched and prodded at the tiny scrap of fabric, Brit asked for a report on what she had gotten done that day. Mandy gave us a long, rambling story about her day, which didn't really amount to much. She had gotten Kelly to help her tell a few boys what kind of fun to expect at the party, but none of them were even friends with any of the popular older boys.

"Do I get any kind of reward?" she asked hopefully.

Brit reminded her how close the party was and ordered her to step up her efforts.

"Stripping and getting to have snuff bunny feel you up for a few minutes is all you get for such a mediocre performance," Brit concluded. "Get your clothes back on and let's go eat."

I had figured out as much as I was going to without some scissors and pins, anyway, so we went downstairs to dinner.

After dinner, and some quickie sex, I got started on the sewing. Brit wanted us to do a test of the tearaway clothes technique, so she cut an old t-shirt up the front and I did my best to put it back together with what I hoped was the right method. It looked awful, but I think that's because you're supposed to do this on an existing seam, although it might have just been a lack of skill on my part.

After she put it on, I tried standing behind her and yanking hard, like I had read you had to do it. She just yelped and fell on her ass.

"Crap, that didn't work at all," she grumbled.

Only a few of the stitches had popped.

"Sorry, I guess I made it too strong."

I had to cut it open and redo it twice more before it really worked right, and even then the sleeves pulled her arms back pretty hard as it came off.

"Well, the dress doesn't have sleeves, so I guess this should work better on that," I offered hopefully.

Amber had invited us to sleep with them that night, so we decided to leave the rest of the sewing until the next day.