Summertime Madness

Welcome to the Sneak-In Summers Forum! Keep things civil, and remember, don't squeal, or SIS will get mad!

OldSoul2077: LOL did you see AK-47? She was totally coming onto SIS.

Hogmalion333: She did like the scratches, didn't she?

47tKachkn: Right between the ears!

yungblud99941876683: "LOL"? What is this the 2000s?

OldSoul2077: Hey, shut up. I'm bringing it back.

QueerSorceress: Think she turned Summers in?

SapphicShppr1408: Nah, the feed's just over. They left the building together, right? Could've sworn I saw her pat the seat for SIS to get in.

yungblud99941876683: asdfgl You can't raise the dead @OldSoul2077

QueerSorceress: THEY DID?!?

OldSoul2077: Last I saw AK was getting scratchies. Just like a dog!

QueerSorceress: Cat.

47tKachkn: Cat, you mean

QueerSorceress: Jinx, you owe me a Pluto!

yungblud99941876683: What the heck's a Pluto?

SapphicShppr1408: You know... Pluto Soda.

47tKachkn: I don't drink soda from dwarf planets. We didn't even say the same thing!

QueerSorceress: Jerk

Q-BaseGrl333: Guys, I just looked over the replay. She did invite SIS into the car! AK was totally blushing too, right?

SapphicShppr1408: I need to see this! I hope she really liked those scratchies...

*

"Oh. Oh yes... Oh~ yessss!"

Autumn Summers moaned, her body tensing and releasing as she shook from Arin's attentions.

Arin stopped massaging her neck to lean back and chuckle.

"That was so good, I needed that massage," Autumn leaned back, resting the back of her head between Arin's breasts.

"Figured you'd be tense, sneaking into the damn Polity Tower."

"Oh, that's nothing. Over in North America, I snuck into the Independence Temple once. Those people are crazy about security, like, absolutely cultish. No wonder they lost, like, 90% of their country after the Unification."

"I'm no historian," Arin shrugged. "How do you know so much?"

"Oh, sneaking in as a fake tour guide is my bread and butter. Gotta study for it," Autumn giggled. "How'd you get so good at massages? Did you study?"

"Not a day. I'm just from Jupiter, so I'm heavier than I look and I have these tiny hands," she held her hands over Autumn's eyes, letting their warmth soak her.

"Well I can feel something that isn't tiny," Autumn teased.

"Oh?"

"Your ego. Staying at the grandest hotel in The Capital," she reached up blindly and booped Arin's nose.

"Hey, I didn't pick this place. My promoter got it for us because she wanted to stay on the free-fall floor. Zero-G suites aren't my thing." Nor was having a glass platform balcony over a planet, considering the tumble she'd taken from falling through a glass bridge once... And the glass-walled pool she'd broken during her first week on Earth.

Glass, which for Arin was about as annoying as sand - given that it was course and rough and got everywhere when shattered - was about as close as Arin came to having a nemesis. That and water... Loud noises... Whole cucumbers.

"Well then, you might just be the most humble Paragon humanity's ever had," Autumn snorted.

"Can't be worse than the last seven. Unlike them, I don't expect to win," Arin teased her fingers through Autumn's pink hair. "Why'd you come with me?" she asked.

Autumn turned herself over, staring up into Arin's green eyes with her pink ones. "You looked like you needed a good time." She slid forward a bit, enough to tempt Arin with her red-colored lips.

"We probably have thirty minutes until my promoter gets here," Arin said, assuming she isn't signing me up for a mattress commercial."

"Then we better make things real quick..." Autumn giggled as she pulled off her top.

Arin smiled widely, reaching up to pull her shirt off before she remembered she was in a weird nano suit. She tried prodding its wrist buttons and thinking around to get the interface back in front of her eyes. "Just let me... figure this out... and we're... Whoo!"

As soon as the suit slipped under Arin's skin, Autumn slipped her warm, soft body on top of the smaller woman, taking control of showing her a good time...

*

Twelve hours after "real quick," Arin detangled herself from under Autumn. At first she wanted to don her shirt, but instead her battlesuit reformed itself around her. A few interfaces later, Arin was in an overlarge t-shirt before she gave up trying to make her clothes the way she wanted and decided to rob the minifridge of its coffee.

"Ugh... no hypersugar..." Arin complained before pulling up an interface to order room service.

Cherry had said it was all-expenses paid, so Arin was going to take her word for it. She was the Paragon of Humanity, and she needed her eats.

Thus, when Autumn awoke, it was to find Arin sitting at the room's table with a smorgasbord of Earth-staples. There was eggy toast, Palestinian eggrolls, naan with date paste, breakfast pizza, biscuits and gravy, deviled eggs, scalloped rosemary potatoes with red - but no green - pepper, rice pudding, cinnamon rolls, a mountain of fluffy eggs, a pyramid of omelettes, and an Everest of muffins, most of them lemon and poppy seed.

And orange juice.

After the night they had, Arin definitely felt she needed some orange juice.

"Dig in," Arin invited her one-night stand after swallowing. The food on Earth was so light, she needed a lot of it to stay in shape.

"Wow, you Jupiter cats really eat a lot," Autumn noted as she sat, dressed in nothing but her lingerie.

Arin hissed at her, baring her fangs, and Autumn took the reaction in stride with a light giggle before helping herself to a muffin.

For a while they just sat and ate, until they got to talking and joking.

"I didn't know sneaking into a Polity convention was so hard," Arin noted after one particularly strange tale.

"Are you sure you watch my show?"

"When I have time. Though mostly I just watch dog videos and alien food shows."

"I thought you'd say you watch nothing but Warsport. Anyway, once you're past the genetic scanners, then it's all cake."

"How'd you get past the scanners?"

"Lithoid CGA. Confuses the hell out of most galactic scanners. Sprayed it all over my costume - it's the episode where I look like I'm wearing rock candy. That's because I was. Confused the heck out of Ambassador Grrrgd'drrdra."

"You're making that name up," Arin laughed.

"I'm not! Watch the video! It was, god, five years ago now? My channel can't be that stale."

Arin shrugged. There were billions of shows out there on the netsphere. More than a trillion stories, because even if humanity had lost nine worlds in Warsport, there were still humans on those worlds and they still resonated with the free humans of Earth.

Losing a world wasn't a death sentence or a mark of slavery, at least not to two of the five empires that had seized those worlds. One world had been forcibly de-settled, four were being exploited in near-slavery terms similar to the 19th, 20th, and 21st centuries - with grossly unequal exchanges under the instituting of capitalism by their conquerors - and the rest simply went on as they did under new management.

Breakfast was about to become brunch when the door beeped and Cherry kicked it in for one of her "dynamic entries."

"Oh good, you got breakfast. I need it," she stumbled over and sat, clearly recovering from a night of hard drinking. "Fucking Senators. I swear they all have vaporizers for stomachs."

"Actually, most of them have nano filter meshes for poisons and toxins installed inside their small intestines," Autumn said.

Cherry blinked at her. "Who's the security risk?" she said around a piece of egg-toast.

"Cherry, this is Autumn Summers. She's a... nice girl I met at the party."

"Actually I'm a slogger. I do sneak-ins, impersonations, pranks..."

Cherry finished chewing and swallowed. "Uh-huh. That's how you sneak into places? Flashing your tits? Get out of here, I need to talk with the Paragon of Earth."

"Cherry... Wait, Autumn-"

"No, it's fine," Autumn said, standing hastily and stepping onto the bed where she rapidly retrieved her clothes and redressed herself. "Sorry I fucked your Paragon," she slammed the door behind her.

Arin was stunned. Things had been going so well...

"What the hell was that for?" she asked her promoter.

"You should know by now. You can't just sleep around anymore. You're the Paragon. THE Paragon. That means every moment you don't spend training, or thinking about training, or recovering from training is a moment that might lose you the next Warsport."

"That's a laugh. Wouldn't that be the pot calling the kettle black?" Arin retorted, angrily biting a muffin in half.

"Yeah, it is. I'm a big fucking hypocrite... And if you want to keep me around, that means I, not to mention you have to start putting Humanity first." She took a long pull straight from the orange juice container, before lowering it with a light gasp. "I realized that last night, when the General Secretary spoke with me. Me. Some nobody ex-luchadoras from Palestina, Mexico."

That was how Cherry and Arin first met. Arin had been browsing through profiles for promoters once she started getting a little bit big, and Cherry's name - her real one, not her lucha name - had popped up. Arin hadn't understood the city, country, planet organization of the data back then, and so she'd just assumed Cherry was from Jupiter's Palestine Platform - Palestina was one of its names - and a place called Mexico, not that it was one place in Mexico, on Earth.

"Geez. No pressure then," Arin grumbled. Remembering she hadn't picked up Autumn's contact code or anything.

"It's all pressure, now." Cherry grabbed a tart from a pile hidden beneath the muffins.

As soon as she saw it, Arin could somehow smell its allure... the deep red gel, the perfect puff pastry, the little green sprinkles of some Earth plant...

"You can't be sleeping with random p- achk!"

Suddenly, Cherry began to choke.