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Renfaire Fantasy 3: Campfire Toast pt 3
🕑 Added 2024-06-20 11:59:55 +0000 UTCThe mixing bowl of batter for french toast had been nearly full when they began dipping slices of bread into it, but all of it quickly disappeared as the group ate breakfast around the fire. Because Rebecca was still doling out the pieces for them, Brian made sure the next one he toasted was given to her to eat; Stephanie shared part of her first french toast slice with Kelly while Kelly held her own one over the fire, which was then shared back again with Stephanie in return. Once again Emily’s eyes turned out to be bigger than her stomach, and after two bites into her second one she couldn’t finish and sheepishly passed it to Brian.
“Still, though!” Emily threw her hands up in the air. “Rebecca, these are amazing. You were giving these to Chloe every morning?! She was out here eating better than we were this, past month!?”
“They are really good,” Christine admitted in a small voice. “The first week they were actually even better? We had powdered sugar on them, too—but, I think it all ran out.”
“Confectioner’s sugar, actually!” Rebecca said. “Powdered sugar gets all clumpy. But, yeah—a pinch or so on top really adds to the flavor. And the presentation! Can’t forget that. These ones should be okay enough, but my grandma would sigh and shake her head at them. I’m so sorry I forgot to restock all of my mess kit! I was in a big hurry the last time I made a grocery run, and only picked up essentials.”
“Mmm-hmmm this is so yummy,” Stephanie sighed in admiration. “Are you allowed to give out your recipe?!”
“I’d be happy to!”
“Christine’s first task as our live-in slave will be to learn how to make these,” Kelly decided with a nod. “We could be having these every morning.”
“Sure,” Christine agreed.
“Hey, now—” Brian sighed. “She’s not our slave.”
“Brian, she can be our french toast french maid slave, though!” Emily exclaimed. “Frilly black and white maid frock, going around with a plate of those bad bois, servin’ them up every morning? Hells yeah.”
“I can, if you want,” Christine said.
“Hah, there’s just one problem with that,” Rebecca laughed. “It should be obvious, but. These are special—you can only make awesomesauce campfire toast by cooking them over… a campfire.”
“Shoot,” Emily groaned. “We can—wait, they really have to be over a legit fire? Stove or skillet won’t cut it?”
“Yep yep yep,” Rebecca nodded. “S’gotta be over a real fire. We’ve tried and tried, but they just don’t turn out the same otherwise.”
“You know… Aunt Mattie’s place has a fire pit,” Emily pointed out. “We could—”
“Well, theirs is not exactly a pit,” Brian said. “They have a big setup for bonfires. But, we could try to make bonfire toast?”
“That should work!” Rebecca smiled. “You do still have to call it campfire toast, though. It’s campfire toast.”
“Michael and Tanya did invite us out for a bonfire,” Kelly remembered. “But then instead, Emmie and I just kinda fell into our own routine while we were holding vigil for Brian. Weren’t really in the mood to go out and socialize.”
“You met Michael and Tanya?” Brian was surprised.
“Yeah—I thought we told you that already,” Kelly said. “Michael helped us carry you inside, after we got you home. Tanya was worried about you.”
“We uhhh,” Emily paused. “We mighta actually been super pissed and basically blamed your injuries and everything all on Chloe? So, um, that might be something we have to… either clear up, for Christine? Or get our stories straight, for?”
“Whatever you want to do is fine,” Christine lowered her head. “I’m willing to take responsibility for it. None of those friends should even be the least bit surprised. They knew me, knew how I was.”
“Wait, wait,” Brian made a ‘T’ with his hands. “So—I had the spell frame stuff painted all over me, back then? Did they see it? What did you tell them? You just had Michael lug me inside while I was unconscious, and he was like, what? No worries mate, just another ordinary day, cartin’ around knocked-out people and not asking questions?”
“Basically,” Emily shrugged. “C’mon, Bri. It happens all the time in video games.”
“We… bullshitted them,” Kelly explained. “Tanya didn’t seem like she was buying anything we said, but Michael just kinda rolled with it? No idea what they actually think.”
“Should probably swing by once we’re back and uh, at least tell them you’re still kickin’,” Emily winced. “I guess.”
“Well,” Rebecca stood up, brushing off the skirt of her tunic. “We should get to that, then. Emily, can you rinse and wipe the mixing bowl and the skewers? I’m going to go fill the open grave back in, so no poor critters wander into it and get trapped down in a pit or anything. I’m planning on packing things up and heading back to Seneca by noon.”
“Dishes? Sure,” Emily waggled the roasting stick in her hand. “Do I just use the same water jug that—”
“I can clean everything up,” Christine interjected. “Please—I can do it.”
“Uhh, okay,” Emily said, passing her the skewer. “Wow, yeah. Day one of having a loyal slave, and I’m already—”
“What Emily means to say is thank you,” Brian rolled his eyes. “Christine. We appreciate it. We’re going to appreciate everything you do, whatever all that winds up meaning, and not treat you like a slave or like you’re lesser than us or like we’re entitled to just have you do all the busywork all the time.”
“It’s no big deal,” Christine said, walking around to collect everyone’s skewers.
“No, it is,” Stephanie insisted. “Thank you.”
“Thanks, Chris,” Kelly said.
“...Thank you,” Emily sighed. “Sorry.”
“I didn’t appreciate Brian back when he did everything for me,” Christine gave them a shrug. “It’s really fine. I don’t care even if you make things difficult for me. I deserve it.”
“Ughh, you know, I’m just remembering we brought stuff for s’mores, but didn’t make any,” Emily clapped her hand against her forehead. “And, now I’m already stuffed.”
“We’ll save them for a bonfire at Aunt Mattie’s,” Brian suggested. “Tonight or tomorrow, or whenever we can all get together again. Rebecca—I’ll help you fill in the grave.”
“Sure!” Rebecca smiled at him.
“Everyone ‘cept Steph,” Kelly groaned. “Unless… Steph, can you take a few more days off from college? Pretty please?”
“I wish,” Stephanie sighed. “I probably shouldn’t have skipped today’s classes. I’m very glad I was able to! Especially with Brian being back, and with everything going on, here. I can justify making an exception because of all of that, but I really can’t stay longer. It would be impossible to leave…”
“Oh, hey—the charm’s down there in the grave somewhere, too,” Emily said. “I, uh. I think I probably dropped it down there when everything with Chloe was going on. It was dark!”
“Should we just bury it, too?” Brian chuckled. “Less risk of any accidents happening.”
“No—we’re gonna use it to add a bevy of busty beauties to the harem,” Emily said. “Just you watch.”
“A whole bevy, huh? Am I not satisfying you?” Kelly teased, arching her back as if stretching out her arms. “Are my massive fucking tiddies not enough anymore, Emmie? Even though they’re right here for you to fondle and suckle and play with, whenever you please?”
“Yours are very choice,” Emily said, giving her an exaggerated thumbs-up. “But more is always good, right? Like, what if I’m already busy motorboating those fat honking jugs of yours, but then Brian also wants a super stacked rack to clap, at the same time? We can’t both—”
“Guys…” Stephanie sighed in exasperation. “Don’t start this again!”
“Oh, motorboating?” Kelly arched an eyebrow. “But, Emily… motorboating? You’re not a motorboat. You’re a little tugboat. Emily, you’re just a little helpless tugboat.”
“Noooo—no I’m not!”
“You are.”
“You guys are being silly,” Stephanie wrinkled her nose at them. “Brian? They’re just being silly.”
“You’re just a big-tiddy bimbo liner!” Emily called back, stabbing an accusing finger towards Kelly. “Guys, back me up here. Look at her! Absolutely shameless—like, imagine walkin’ around in public with those slutty shirt-stretchers bouncing around all over the place. Just swinging around her big ol’ meaty pair of milkers, like some kind of hussy!”
“Tugboat?” Rebecca paused at the edge of the clearing, confused. “Just a ‘little’ tugboat? Aren’t tugboats bigger than motorboats? A motorboat is just… any small watercraft with a motor on it, right?”
“No, Rebecca—motorboating is like brllbrrrllbrblblblll—” Emily demonstrated by holding her hands up to her face and blowing a raspberry. “It’s when you smash your face into a fat set of party pillows, and then just make sloppy engine noises.”
“All the noises you make are sloppy though, Emily,” Kelly jabbed. “It’s like the braying of an animal in heat. Constant unintelligible noise, and it never lets up.”
“Kelly!” Stephanie protested.
“Best to just pay those two no mind?” Brian shook his head in amusement. “When they start flirting, it’s like what they’re saying just devolves into absolute horny nonsense.”
“Yeah—he’s saying you’re a horny little sex-goblin,” Kelly made a sneering face. “A pervy little shortstack always begging and pleading to be bred.”
“Pfft, that’s rich coming from our resident brainless big-tiddy bimbo,” Emily shot back with a big grin. “You really put the thot in thoughtless. No thoughts! Head empty. Just boobies. You’re just a smooth-brain coom-bait bimbo.”
“Guys!” Stephanie protested. “Don’t be mean!”
“Steph, we’re just playing—you join in, too,” Kelly encouraged. “C’mon—uhh, cream-pie cutie-pie? Didn’t Brian bust a huge nut into you, last night? We heard you moaning over there, you must’ve been getting pumped full of baby batter, right?”
“Wh-what?!” Stephanie blustered. “We were—I wasn’t—don’t drag me into this!”
“Yeah—you shy little slut!” Emily joined in, shaking her head in apparent dismay at Stephanie. “You act all innocent, but you’re a total closet nymphomaniac, huh? Completely sex-obsessed! You’re secretly a trollop! A strumpet!”
“Y-you’re both just name-calling! Why are we all name-calling?!”
“Hey, at least Steph is milking massive loads out of him when they do stuff,” Kelly goaded the Latina on. “You love to talk a big game, but then turns out you’re a teaser and not a pleaser?”
“Oooh, wow, yeah you’re so funny,” Emily retorted. “Who’s the one who filled up the cum jar yesterday? Oh, that’s right, it was me.”
“Yeah uh, all you did was hold the jar,” Kelly rolled her eyes. “Steph did all the real work, shakin’ those hips.”
“Hey, whoa whoa whoa, don’t I get any credit?!” Brian jumped in. “I mean, damn—my abs are still aching from all that.”
“I-it, it was a group effort!” Stephanie blushed. “We uh—”
“I’m, um, I’m done cleaning things?” Christine said in a quiet voice, wincing at the entire exchange. “I can start taking down the tents?”
“She should take down Brian’s tent, if you know what I mean?” Emily joked.
“Tent?” Brian laughed. “Emily, you realize I don’t just spend all day every day with a constant boner? I’m not even hard right now.”
“Then, she should work on that,” Emily gestured as if explaining the obvious. “Duh!”
“Brian… I’m gonna go fill in the grave real quick,” Rebecca said with a sigh, shaking her head at the antics of the girls.
“Right, yeah, I’ll come and help,” Brian stepped after her.
“Look at those two, sneaking off by themselves!” Emily grinned, still having a blast. “They’re one hundred percent off to fool around. Brian pretends all this wasn’t gettin’ him turned on, but secretly? He’s startin’ to grow a chub. Who can even blame him? I kinda do have a way with words. Sometimes, I impress even myself!”
“Hey wait! Future me just Sent us something,” Kelly put her fingers to her temples as if receiving a psychic transmission. “She said Emily’s color turned out to be blue, ‘cause her power turns out to actually just be blue-balling everyone. Oh, wow—the whole group in the future calls you their edgelord? Since you’re so into edging everyone, but you’re never the one to actually give release?”
“Oh, please,” Emily let out a laugh full of bravado. “That’s like not even in the top three reasons they would call me an edgelord! And hey Steph, guess which one of us was all nervous and blushing and changed outfits three different times, ‘cause she was so excited you were coming by to see us, yesterday? Actin’ all tough and like she’s a baddie, but actually deep down she’s like this blushing bride? Who was that? Huh, oh yeah, it was—”
“Did you know Emily has this total oral fixation?” Kelly interrupted. “She’s all super embarrassed by it. Like, if you give her something to suck on, or even start playing around putting fingers in her mouth, she’s suddenly just fuckin’ soaked. Sopping wet, down there, and she gets all squirmy. Squirmy like she’s been a bad kitten and she wants to cum but she needs a pacifier in her mouth. She actually loooves my nipples? Lurves them. Here, want me to show you guys?”
“B-both of you, be nice!” Stephanie interjected with a nervous giggle. “Guysss! Kelly, you didn’t mean that. And, Emily—”
“Actually, I kinda did—”
Brian’s last look at the cabin clearing before he followed after Rebecca was the sight of Stephanie standing with arms raised between Emily and Kelly, holding the two apart. The back and forth banter was crude but playful rather than mean-spirited, and both of the feuding girls had put Stephanie’s hand onto their respective breasts and were holding them there as they continued to shoot disses and innuendo at each other.
Christine looked absolutely mortified, hiding off to the side and pretending not to listen in as she started to remove tent stakes.
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/// Originally there wasn't going to be a Campfire Toast pt 3.
I was going to just say in passing that they were bantering back and forth, without showing what they said or writing it out. Just went through a huge stressful fiasco with Royal Road trying to remove the fiction though, because apparently even though actual sex scenes are pretty sparse, the language characters use sets off Royal Road's sexual content detection like you wouldn't believe.
Well... okay, maybe you would believe it.
In any case, I had been wanting to revisit the sort of dirty talk innuendo barrage like Kelly did a few times back during AnimeCon, and I figured with her now having Emily to bounce them off back and forth with it could be fun to read. Next section will be getting to the good Rebecca bits, I promise.
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Jeanie6754
Thanks Boss. I hope you get Lucky today 😝
merple
After that barrage I'd absolutely be down for some writing involving Rebecca's bits lol
