Coye 5.16

Chapter 16 - Coye’s Day 7 - Whiplash

The storm raged throughout the night before finally letting up in the early morning. Coye was awake at a decent hour- a first time in the last three days. He enjoyed the night before with his three lovers. Many rounds of A Peasant's Story were played, Suzette and Byng cooked dinner together, and a night of sexual bliss capped everything off.

Like always, Coye's lust required further attention after his awakening, and Suzette just so happened to have been ready and waiting the moment he opened his eyes. She was currently lying on top of him, his arms wrapped around her waist as she kept still. Suzette wasn't moving- only allowing Coye to pump his cock up inside her already thoroughly-filled cunt, which was still dripping his seed from the night before.

As Suzette moaned softly at the boy pleasuring himself, Byng was passed out on the floor naked, totally oblivious, as Shayla perched on the headboard to drowsily watch the action from above.

"So good..." Coye mumbled, burrowing his face in Suzette's huge tits. "You feel so good...!"

Smiling, Suzette carefully dropped her hips down on his cock and made him call her name. His ecstasy inspired her to give Coye around of teasing in her softest, most sensual voice. "There, there, Darling... that's it. Good boy. Go on and use my tight pussy as much as you want. You don't need to hold back- not at all. My body is all for you, Darling. All yours. We need to make sure you start off the day nice and drained, don't we? Give me everything you've got."

"Oh, gods..." Coye's neck fell back onto the pillows below. He was tired and sensitive- he wouldn't last long if she kept it up with those sweet words. At her behest, Coye started thrusting a bit harder and faster, the sound of slapping skin filling the room.

As entertaining as this was, Shayla was distracted.

"I don't understand how she keeps doing this," the Pixie shook her head while staring at Byng. Her arms were sprawled out, her neck twisted at an uncomfortable angle, and her huge ass was facing the sky. "Every fucking night without fail! I'm not convinced that she doesn't fucking teleport the second we all close our eyes because you'd think we would notice her moving around all night, but no... shit's a fucking mystery."

Shayla's commentary went mostly unnoticed, owing to the building pressuring Coye's balls. Suzette's soft, warm, wet flesh begged him for release, her tight hole rocking down on him with greater force as she took matters into her own hands.

"Cum for me, Darling... I can feel how close you are. You're throbbing so hard and need it so bad, don't you?"

"Yes...!"

"Then do it-" Suzette leaned forward and whispered into his ear, her body weight and massive breasts squishing against him. "Give it to me!"

"Suzette! Suzette!!" Coye repeated, his hands gripping her fat ass to thrust even more powerfully into her. He was almost there- so damn close- but a knock on the door suddenly interrupted him.

"Shit-" Shayla flew away on reflex and found Coye's hat on the wardrobe, ducking underneath it. The door was locked, but it was always better to be safe than sorry.

Coye looked up at Suzette, who was staring out of embarrassment and confusion. She looked to him for an answer, but he had no idea who it could be. Still fully embedded inside his lover, Coye asked, "Who is it?"

"It's Tammy. Now let me in." The unlikely intruder responded. Shortly after, the doorknob started jiggling as Tammy tried opening it from outside. "Hurry up, I'm serious. This is really, really important."

Coye was now even more confused. What was Tammy doing here, of all people?

"Tammy...?" Suzette looked down at Coye with a raised eyebrow.

"The Guild's receptionist."

"Oh, that petite little redhead with the dead fish eyes? You didn't-"

"Of course not!"

'Yet,' Shayla added.

"Coye?" There were another few knocks.

"Can you wait a few minutes, Tammy? I don't know what this is about, but I'm... a little busy right now..."

"Ah!" Suzette arched her back as Coye moved inside her for the first time since their guest arrived. He couldn't help it, he was still so close to getting off, and the current situation excited him...

"No," Tammy replied. "I can't stress how much this can't wait. I'm coming in." The doorknob started jiggling. Instinct told Coye she wasn't trying to open it but trying to pick the lock. Suzette realized what was happening and grew even more nervous.

"W-Wait! Darling- let go, quick!" She tried sitting up and getting off him, but Coye wouldn't allow that. He was too lost in his lust to think of anything beyond finishing what he had started. His strong hands kept her pinned, Suzette's struggling offering additional pleasure to his cock already on the brink of release.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry...!!" Coye whined, preparing for the worst.

It goes without saying that Shayla could have magically bolstered the door and kept it locked- she just deliberately chose not to. When Tammy busted into the cabin wearing her typical uniform and a troubled expression, the Pixie was smiling with mischief.

Tammy didn't know where she should look first. The naked, fat-assed green chick on the floor with cum dripping out of her pussy, or the pale, curvy shopkeep riding the dick of the Guild's resident femboy. Neither sight made her bat an eye- she merely closed the door behind her and stepped further inside.

"Are you hard of hearing?!" Suzette raised her voice in a rare display of anger, turning her head back to look at Tammy over her shoulder. "He said he was- AH- Darling?! No!!"

"I'm sorry!!" Coye couldn't help himself. He was being watched by Tammy, and she could see his cock slamming inside of Suzette, Suzette's naked body, and everything else. She could even see when he started climaxing and filling Suzette with his latest load as the situation ended up getting her off, too.

Tammy just stood there, watching a woman she barely knew get creampied by an amusing acquaintance. She still had no strong feelings about what she was watching, but she did start to fidget in place. Shayla was disappointed that Tammy didn't seem all that interested, as she'd wanted to partner the receptionist up with Coye eventually and thought that now would've been an excellent time to plant the seeds for that.

After only a few seconds of afterglow, Tammy asked, "Are you done yet or what?"

"Y-Yes," still whimpering, Coye pulled out his cock, and Tammy observed it shooting off a small rope of semen onto the bed limply. So that was what it looked like. Weird.

Now that he was no longer applying pressure, Suzette could get up off him. She did, standing up and sitting on the corner of the bed in shame. She was even more embarrassed than when he bent her over the counter the other day.

Gathering up the blanket and wrapping it around her shoulders, Suzette looked at Tammy. "I'm so sorry you had to see this, but you really shouldn't have just..." her voice trailed off after the severity of Tammy's expression sank in.

She wasn't just in a bad mood. The poor girl looked almost manic. Tammy's eyebrows were wrinkled in frustration, her eyelids were twitching, and she had a bad case of the shivers. On top of all that, her gaze was unfocused. Once the novelty of watching Coye have sex wore off, Tammy couldn't look long in one direction, and her eyes were all over the place as if scoping out potential enemies.

This poor girl triggered Suzette's motherly instincts like nobody's business. She stood up from the bed, took out her robe from the wardrobe, tossed Coye a casual outfit, and placed the blanket over the still-sleeping Byng, all in a few seconds. Then, she walked straight toward the troubled girl.

"Dear, are you all right? You look rough. Can I make you some tea or some breakfast? Anything at all, just let me-" Suzette was reaching out to touch Tammy's shoulder, but the girl avoided it by sidestepping and raising her hand in defiance.

"Don't-" Tammy insisted. "I... I'm weird about being touched sometimes, and it's worse when I'm in a bad mood. It's not you. It's me. I have a... thing."

"Oh," Suzette was more flustered at her inability to help than she was about being seen having sex. "You're quite alright, don't worry."

"What's up, Tammy?" Coye got out of bed and dressed as quick as he could, throwing on the shorts and the tunic Suzette gave him. "No idea why you'd come and see me all of a sudden, but I'm getting the feeling it must be pretty bad, right...?"

"Yeah," Tammy sucked in a deep breath of air. Coye wasn't going to like this, and it was proving difficult for Tammy to say. She was still having trouble coming to terms with what had happened herself. "You could say that..."

Better to just get it out there.

"Dorothy had an anxiety attack yesterday. A bad one- a really, really bad one. She had this inspection thing where someone from the Association came by and judged her performance or something, and it must not have gone very well. I went to check on her after it was over and found her lying on her office floor. Eschal carried her downstairs in a rush and did his thing. He said the anxiety triggered something worse than stress- some problems with her heart. She's okay now, but-"

"Her heart?!" Coye blurted out as his eyes opened wide.

'Oh, shit...' Shayla gasped.

"Darling-" Suzette reached out to comfort him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you sure she's okay?! There's no chance she'll-"

"No," Tammy shook her head confidently. "Eschal is sure she'll be okay as far as the chest pain goes- he's got her on a ton of different potions, and he says nothing was actually wrong with her heart. It was just a side effect of all the stress..."

Shayla gulped, feeling oddly responsible for not stressing enough about how bad Dorothy's condition was. She knew the Guild Mistress was all over the place this week, and maybe if she'd told Coye to more aggressively confront Dorothy about it, this could have been prevented? If only it weren't for her stupid pettiness...

"How is she today?" Coye asked.

"She's doing just fine physically, but overall, still not great. Eschal carried her to bed after her treatment, and she's been there ever since. I thought she'd be out for longer because the boss hadn't slept for three days, but she woke up this morning and... she's just been laying there, staring at the ceiling without saying a word."

"Okay..." Coye nodded, feeling just the tiniest bit of relief knowing Dorothy wasn't in immediate danger. "Why did you come to tell me all this, though? I'm really happy you did, but-"

Tammy sighed. "Because you're obviously the only one she might actually talk to. Dorothy and I are a little close, but... I can't snap her out of... whatever this is. It's bad. You, on the other hand? You might have a shot."

Coye wasn't so sure, and he hung his head. "Dorothy's been avoiding me all week. I don't think we're all that close when she can't even look me in the eyes anymore..."

Tammy looked at him in confusion. Did he really not understand why she was acting like that around him? Even after already having gained two girlfriends? Tammy knew Coye was slow, but... whatever. That didn't matter right now.

"Just trust me, okay? I would've come and told you sooner, but I've been running the Guild myself with the boss out of the picture. I'm doing everything I can, but I can't keep this up for much longer. She needs to get back up and-"

"Pardon me," Suzette cleared her throat and gave the receptionist an icy stare. "I won't pretend to know you very well, and this certainly isn't my place to say this, but I don't think Dorothy getting back in the horse will solve any of her problems. She needs to stay in that bed. If you're trying to get her out of it for your own self-interest, then I have zero pity for you."

Coye held his tongue and tried not to look at Tammy. He shared some of Suzette's concerns, as he'd always thought poorly of Tammy and her perceived laziness. For what it was worth, Tammy seemed genuinely distraught when her words were taken that way.

"Okay, I phrased that badly..." Tammy sighed and cradled her forehead, her nails digging into the skin. "Dorothy's health is obviously the most important thing here, but... I'm not even like a full employee- not really. I help in little ways here and there, but it's mostly just for show. I don't like talking about it, but I have a condition that makes it hard to focus, even when I'm on alchemical medication. I break under the smallest amount of pressure, and the only reason I have this job is because of my dad."

"Oh," Suzette bit her lip and averted her gaze. "I'm sorry to hear that, dear. I didn't know... is closing the Guild for a day or two really not an option?"

"Not when we just had an inspection about how shitty our performance is," Tammy shrugged. "I'm trying to keep the front desk running, I really, really am- but my brain is being torn apart in a thousand different directions. Worse, the fact that this even happened is probably at least partly my fault... if I was more useful, Dorothy could've relied on me for more, and... gods, just... fucking damn it all..."

Coye had never seen Tammy express so many emotions. She was sad, bitter toward herself, and on the verge of tears. He pitied her and regretted some of the thoughts he'd had about the aloof receptionist. Even though they were getting along better these days, he still assumed she was lazy, unmotivated, and nothing but trouble. Tammy was again just another person he'd gotten all wrong, but now he knew better.

"Blaming yourself isn't going to help anyone," Coye summoned his resolve and decided he'd take control of the situation. "You're already doing more than anyone would've expected you to. Please, Tammy... don't let what happened to Dorothy happen to you."

"I-" Tammy pulled herself out of her downward mental spiral long enough to be impressed by Coye's assertive and confident tone. "Okay, I'll try. It's just difficult. I'm so worried about her, you know...?"

"Don't be. Head back to the Guild for now, and I'll be right behind you after I get ready. I'm not gonna promise that I can magically make things better, but I'll see if she'll talk to me. Okay?"

At last, Tammy felt a degree of relief. Something about Coye's tone told her everything would be all right, and she believed it. "Got it, thanks. Just don't be long. I'll close the Guild for the day if I absolutely have to, but I doubt that would make her feel any better. I'll keep running the front desk as long as I can."

"And what all does running the front desk entail, exactly?" Suzette asked, a flicker of determination in her eyes.

"Suzette?" Coye tilted his head.

'Wait... you're not gonna...?'

"What I'm asking is whether or not it would take me long to pick up."

"Uh..." Tammy blinked. "It's mostly just taking down notes and filling out paperwork. It's not that hard. I could probably teach the basics, I just-"

"Good," Suzette walked back to the wardrobe and took out a hair tie, pulling her long magenta locks into a flowing ponytail. Then, she decided which dress she'd left at Coye's place would fit her new part-time job best. "I'm not old enough that I can't learn a new trick or two, you'll see."

"Don't you need to take care of the shop?" Coye asked, overwhelmed that Suzette would be so charitable.

"Not when there's a family emergency."

"But... Dorothy isn't-"

"Not yet," Suzette acknowledged. "But you'll be seeing to that soon enough, I'm sure. Besides, do you think I'd really miss out on the opportunity to put the Guild in my debt?" She gave Coye a playful smile, letting him know it was all in good fun as he blushed at her implications.

Tammy had trouble processing the kindness of this dark and beautiful goddess and could only say, "Thank you... thank you so much."

"Can you make it back on your own?" Coye approached Tammy and reached for her shoulder to comfort the girl, but he'd already forgotten how Suzette was denied.

Shayla was on the verge of reminding him, but Tammy didn't stop his gesture. Tammy didn't react much to it, though. Being touched by Coye was strange. It merely happened, and Tammy didn't like nor dislike the act.

"I can handle it, yeah," Tammy ultimately pulled away from his touch, deciding she'd had enough for now. "See you both in a bit?"

"Of course, dear."

"You know it."

Satisfied with their promises of help on multiple fronts, Tammy took off and closed the door. Now alone again, Shayla got out of the hat and flew to Coye. "Talk about a bad way to start the morning, fuck..."

"No kidding," Coye ran his fingers through his hair out of stress. "I just can't... I don't know how to wrap my head around this..."

"Don't start beating yourself up over this, Darling. The situation is very complicated."

"I know, but I can't help feeling that maybe if I tried harder to close the distance between us, Dorothy could've told me about her problems, and I could've helped, or maybe-"

"Didn't you just get done telling Tammy not to blame herself?" Shayla reminded him, hitting the center of his skull with her tiny fist. "There wasn't any way for you to help her until now, dummy."

"I know what I said- but Dorothy started getting worse the day before I moved out. There has to be some kind of connection, doesn't there?"

"That's for you to find out for yourself, Darling," Suzette sighed. There was obviously more wrong with Dorothy than the density of a certain someone's thick skull, but it probably didn't help.

"Gods, what am I even going to say to her...?" Coye frowned and started staring at the ground. "Tammy thinks I can get her to start talking again, but... I'm not even good at talking in the first place."

"You're better than you think," Shayla was quick to counter. "And besides... sometimes it isn't what you're saying that's important, but that you're the one who's saying it. Get it?"

Coye closed his eyes, trying to consider her words. "I think so... I need to know, though. Are you coming with me?"

"No," Shayla shook her head. "And before anyone says anything, it's not because I still have personal issues with her. None of that shit matters anymore. I just think you need to do this alone, baby. Without me."

"I agree wholeheartedly," Suzette chimed in after donning a beautiful black dress. "What Dorothy needs right now is a genuine friend who cares for her from the bottom of their heart. She doesn't need the version of you who repeats whatever Shayla tells him to say."

"Not to mention that someone has to be here to bring the dumb Goblin up to speed," Shayla said while looking at the covered-up form of Byng still sleeping on the floor.

"Okay," Coye sighed, relieved. He already believed it would be best to fly without his wingman for this one, and it felt comforting knowing everyone else thought the same. "Glad to hear it."

Heading for the door after grabbing a snack for the road, Coye stood at the door and waited for Suzette. "Ready?"

"Yes, let's-"

"Hold on a second," Shayla called out to him before he left. "I want to say something before you guys go. Something important." Her expression was apprehensive and nervous.

"What's up?"

The Pixie started things off with a long sigh. "...Look, baby. You might not see it, but you've got a serious talent for talking to girls. Even when you're not following my advice, you always know how to make me, Suzette and Byng feel like we're the most special girls in all the Realms. If you can, you need to do the same thing for Dorothy. She needs it. She needs it bad, Coye."

"Shayla? What are you saying?"

"I'm saying... I was wrong about her. Dead wrong. I had no idea things were so fucking bad for Dorothy, or else I never would've made half the nasty assumptions that I did. I mean, fuck! This chick was so stressed she gave herself a heart attack! That's... that's beyond fucked up. I can't imagine what that Dorothy is going through, but whenever I try, I feel so sorry for her..."

There was a long pause as Shayla gathered the rest of her thoughts. Then, she looked him in the eyes. "These kinds of feelings aren't easy for a Pixie to deal with, so... get out of here and do whatever it takes so that I won't have to feel sorry for her anymore, okay? You better make her happy!"

"Shayla..." Coye couldn't suppress an amused smile at Shayla's indirect blessing. It almost sounded like she was asking him to...

"Hold on a moment," Suzette interrupted. "You don't want to go giving him ideas, Shayla. I have something important to add. Darling, I know you're very emotional at the moment, but you must avoid making rash decisions."

"Uh... what kind of rash decisions are you expecting me to make?"

"I just want you to try not to unintentionally take advantage of Dorothy's vulnerability. There will be time for the two of you to sort out your feelings after she's fully recovered, so... don't get carried away, is all I'm saying."

Thinking about confessing to Dorothy brought color to his cheeks, but Coyewas still in disbelief. "I'm not stupid enough to ask her out after she had a heart attack, Suzette! I just want to be there for her!"

"Okay, okay, my apologies..." Suzette laughed inappropriately. "It's just that you've gained something of a track record for unpredictability as of late, and Shayla sounded like she was giving you permission to-"

"I mean... I only said to make her happy..." Shayla shrugged, avoiding the topic by refusing to elaborate. "You have a point, though, Suzette. Maybe I should tag along? You might need a chaperone to make sure you behave yourself."

"Don't joke about that- this is serious! Dorothy needs help, and I would never take advantage of her!" Coye raised his voice in a rare, aggressive display of embarrassment. "I can handle this. I-"

"Shaddap!" The shifting pile of blankets next to the bed grumbled. "Tryin'ta SLEEP!"

Shayla smirked at Coye as Byng's hand reached for a sock that she then threw limply in Coye's direction. It was all the boy could do to hold back his sigh.

With a motherly smile, Suzette laughed to herself and led Coye out the door. "Don't pay her any mind, Darling. Come on, now. Someone's waiting for you, and we wouldn't want to keep her in the dark for much longer, would we?"