14 Flat Performance

Ann and Brittney's entrance took a little finessing. Their identities became simple missionaries, where Brittney taught Ann to become devout. The previous commotion scared the guards, so they overlooked inconsistencies when people looked important.

Ann frowned since she was the same age as Brittney.

"Why do I have to be the student?" she complained.

"Who knows the teachings of the Church and John better?"

Brittney crossed her arms and stared at Ann coldly. A gleeful smile broke across her face. There weren't many things Brittney could say she was better than Ann.

"Fine! Also, John's disgusting, so that doesn't count for much! Don't get it in your head that you're better than me! I can actually earn money!"

Ann snorted and tied her horse in the stables. The two convinced the innkeeper of the Mooning Broad for shelter in exchange for a performance.

"I can actually ask directly for funds from the Church."

"Yeah, right! Only a Bishop can be so frivolous!" Ann laughed.

Brittney looked her in the eyes.

"No... It can't be..."

Brittney giggled.

"I'm actually the daughter of Cardinal Gerald Fitz. He's next in the line for the Papacy!"

Ann pulled at her hair.

"Impossible... I avoided all the warning signs! I'm actually getting more important people! Am I going to be used, like Francis?!"

Ann shivered. She hadn't told Brittney the whole truth of Francis.

"What do you mean? I know it was a secret but it's not that bad."

"You don't understand! Ever since my childhood, I attracted attention! My father was a lowly Baron but I got suitors even from the sons of Dukes! In my teenage years, while I was running away from my life of nobility, Vivian read my fortune!"

"You mean the Prophetess that predicted every big thing that happened so far?"

"Yes! She said I would become the lover of God himself, the senile b*tch! I won't accept that slovenly child but she even dared to say men will always want me. My future is full of hardships and high profile figures! It's insane for me to rot in life, like a stemless flower!"

Ann cried. Her tragic life was lonely, filled with lustful men and jealous women relentlessly using subterfuge to ruin her life. Unexpectedly, Ann befriended Brittney as her first friend and couldn't lose her, even if it meant another step to her destiny.

"I—I'm sorry."

Brittney dropped her playfulness. She hugged Ann from behind. Ann cried on her robe and Brittney rested her head on hers.

"If you can't defy fate, shouldn't you enjoy our relationship more? There's still plenty of time before the prediction comes true," Brittney whispered in Ann's ear.

"Brittney..."

"Shh... You need to stop worrying so much."

Brittney rubbed her cheek against Ann's.

"We're friends, right? Honestly, you're also my first. Ha. Just relax. If you're obsessed with the end, how can you have fun during the journey?"

"It's just... John's a f*cking sick b*stard..." Ann sniveled.

"That's fine. Don't you have a great destiny? Trust that we can make more friends and be so strong that not even John could mistreat you. If not, there's always me," Brittney cooed. She ran her fingers through Ann's messy hair. Her breath tickled Ann's nose. She pressed Ann against the stall's door, the stallion just behind it...

"Brittney..."

"Ann..."

They couldn't be more intimate before because of John's constant monitoring. Their desire built up and their friendship deepened greatly from the weeks of being stuck together. The strange nature of unexplored and foreign territory excited them both. They never knew what a relationship could be because of their isolated experience.

Their lips neared. John hadn't been around for quite some time. Was it possible to finish before he came back? Is it possible to even do it? What could they even do?

Ann and Brittney's hands intertwined. They tasted each others' breath like a warm summer breeze and a rosy scent wafted over. Ann's heart skipped a beat as their chests pressed against their bodies. She could feel Brittney's heart wildly beating.

Ann's legs weakened and she fell on the straw floor. Brittney plopped on top of her. Their lips met.

"Uaauggh!!!!!"

They both jumped!

At the same time, a young stable boy stared at Ann and Brittney. His pants fell around his legs and his dick spasmed. He clearly watched the entire time and orgasmed at an untimely moment. He still stroked himself quickly to shoot the last of his seed.

"Ah... f*ck me... I'm sorry, God, I ruined a perfect scene! Forgive me!" said the shameless man. He still bathed in the afterglow of his moment to shine.

Hell, the little f*cker was as ugly as a horse's *ss and he looked like he rolled in horse sh*t for fun! Nasty, useless, and completely unnecessary!

Ann and Brittney gaped at the shocking scene. The young stable boy wasn't the only peeper.

The cook also was beating his meat. When he was discovered, he slowly shuffled out, his pants around his knees.

The Innkeeper continued thrusting his hips. He refused to be blue-balled and busted his nut on a stall. He gave a small smile to the ladies.

""What the f*ck is all of this!?"" they screamed.

"We're called the Mooning Broad for a reason! Not only are we all perverts, but we're also a brothel on the weekends!"

The women had no words to say to him. Ann untied their horses and the women left immediately. This time, they checked the background of their inn before paying for a night's stay.

On the other hand, John was stuck designing the last parts of his Ann doll. He couldn't properly make the lady parts downstairs. Actually, he never knew what they looked like, let alone felt like because all the women he knew had hairier crotches than how much hair John had on his head.

"Godd*mn it!"

John punched his table with his little balled fists.

"How can I finish it and lose my virginity before her if I don't even know what it is!!!"

John sighed in melancholy.

"I'm going to read that song again."

John pulled out a small book where he recorded all the tales of Ann and Brittney. He even included a separate section for all the songs she performed.

"Stupid Cindy… Stupid Cindy… ah, here it is!"

John cleared his throat and began singing to himself.

"Beware the mean missy named Cindy.

See, her ass is sissy and windy.

When she runs away,

Bends to fart your way,

Plug your nose and hide, you damn ninny!

Cindy failed to woo her man.

Please understand why he can.

His brain's a rock;

He's got no cock.

He's Captain of wimps who ran.

Cindy may look buff and tough,

But she's all cute stuff and fluff

Seeing her man

Not do a damn!

Her town Vilheim had it rough!"

John giggled to himself. It made him feel better that Ann liked making fun of everything to feel better about herself. It was a trait both of them shared. It also was easier on his ego, since most of the songs she wrote were about him...