BEAUTIFUL BLONDIE

Lucy fell on the bed, exhausted. The Grand Magic Games, the dragons, future Rogue… not even the party at Mercurius had been enough to get some hard earned rest. She had missed her bed… No matter how comfortable Crocus was, there was nothing like home, her dear Magnolia, which once again had received them as their heroes. She knew she'd have to go find a job soon. Very little, if anything at all of the massive prize for winning the Grand Magic Games was going to end on her landlady's pocket, and she owed her more than three months of rent! The mere thought of having to go find yet another job was dreadful. She wanted to fall sleep, and nothing more.

Going on a job wasn't so bad, however… After all, she always had her friends with her. When they weren't facing world-threatening Dark Guilds or evil mages, the jobs were usually rather fun. She always had a lot of fun with Gray and Wendy… and she'd never get tired of watching Erza kicking ass with a brand new, shiny armor. She was even willing to put up with Happy's unfunny jokes, because she could always tease him back thanks to Carla. And Natsu…

She sighed. Natsu wasn't bothering her that night. He wasn't at her home. He'd probably spend the night at the Guild Hall. There was nothing Natsu cared about more than the Guild, and getting their old building back had made him insanely happy. She was happy too, of course, but she wanted to go home… and she had expected, maybe hoped, Natsu was going to be there, waiting for her, doing something incredibly inappropiate with her clothes or her books.

In a perfect world, Natsu would have asked her out. They'd be a happy couple by now. Even Levy and Gajeel seemed more aware of their feelings for each other than Natsu was of hers, and Gajeel was essentially a more violent, insensitive Natsu. Maybe she should've done it… but the mere thought of doing it was both daunting and terrifying. Besides, despite knowing Natsu as well as she did, there was no telling how he'd react. Natsu viewed Lisanna as just another friend and guildmate, and that was the girl who outright told him to get married when they were younger! Maybe he did only care about her as a friend… If only Natsu was like Juvia… or Elfman… or Jellal… or even Loke! She could read everyone else's romantic inclinations a mile away other than Natsu's…

But no matter how much she kept telling herself how Natsu was, she just couldn't forget the way Natsu made her feel. All fired up, as he would say. He was actually very cute, for someone as unkempt as he was. And his body…

"Aagh, not again!", she thought, "I really am not different from Taurus sometimes…"

But it wasn't his body, his face, not even his smile, what made him so attractive. It was his courage, his determination, his confidence. Many of her fellow guildmates were attractive, but only Natsu made her feel so safe just by being around. Only when he embraced her she could feel like nothing in this world, not Hades, Zeref or even dragons could hurt her.

Now she was really fired up. She didn't remember sliding her own hand down her skirt, but it made her feel heat, just as if it was Natsu. She allowed herself to continue, thinking of his pink hair, thinking of his strong arms. It wasn't the first time Natsu groped her, but on her imagination, Natsu wasn't doing it through innocence or quirkiness. It didn't matter that Natsu wouldn't do it that way. That night, in that moment, her left hand was Natsu's, and her right hand was his mouth, his lips, his tongue.

Her imaginary Natsu wasn't as talkative as the real one, but he was so very efficient. He knew everything she liked and acted without hesitation. Her right hand wasn't moving, but her Natsu did, and what used to be his lips certainly wasn't now. Natsu's mouth delicately (and not so delicately, in certain parts) took care of her whole body before kissing her. She tried to emulate the energetic nature of Natsu with her right hand, but the rest of Natsu was all on her mind.

"B… blondie"

Lucy screamed and jumped out of her bed, covering herself. That wasn't Natsu, certainly, not a man. It was the voice of a girl, a voice he had heard before. Her closet opened, revealing, behind it, a very familiar figure. She was an attractive redhead with a very voluptuous body that still couldn't hide the deranged look on her face. A tilted head, bags under her eyes, which were red like her hair and always wide open. She was looking at her with a smile.

"F… Flare?! What the hell?! What are you… What… You were spying on me!? What are you doing here?!"

She was so insanely embarrassed. She could feel the blood pumping up to her head, which was probably even more crimson than Flare's hair and dress. Her hands were still wet and she simply couldn't think right. Of all invasions to her privacy, this was without a doubt the most embarrassing.

"Why did you stop, Blondie? You were… beautiful"

Flare stepped out, without any change in her expression. She closed the closet without looking back, using only her hair. Flare was seemingly unable to look away from Lucy's blonde hair and sweating chest.

"Why did I… What are you doing here?! You can't enter a girl's room just like that! Are you crazier than you look like!? I could be doing… as a matter of fact, I was doing something very private! You have no right to be here! Leave now!"

"You really like Natsu, don't you, Blondie?"

Lucy's face was indistinguishable from a tomato.

"No! How do you know that! I don't like Natsu! Get out of my house!"

"I heard you… you were calling him… You don't touch yourself like that saying someone's name if you don't like that someone… I liked it"

Flare walked a bit closer to her. Lucy jumped on her bed, arming herself with a pillow, ready to attack anyone who dared claim she liked Natsu. "I mean, anyone who dares violate my privacy like that", she corrected herself. Flare's smile grew considerably. On someone normal with her appearance, she'd have looked pretty. With Flare… she only looked even more disturbing.

"I don't like Natsu! Stop changing the subject! I don't like… I mean, get out of my house!"

"I'm not Natsu", she said, finally changing her expression, to a sad one, as if she was genuinely sorry she wasn't Natsu. She wasn't even looking at Lucy… for a brief moment, before returning to her grin ", but I am a redhead like him, Blondie. And… you know I'm no stranger to fire…" she seemed to regret this last point, before returning to a big smile "Maybe I can help you show you don't like him"

Flare was a lot closer to her bed than Lucy was comfortable with. Almost all her previous fire for Natsu was extinguished in place of burning anger and even more embarrassment. Flare was looking directly at her face, her impossibly long red hair shaking, flowing around her. Lucy was scared, but her feelings for her imaginary Natsu weren't completely gone… and her imaginary Natsu now had breasts and long red hair.

"What?!"

"Blondie, I know… we've had problems… but I wish to help you… you… I like you. I want to make you happy… I'm no replacement for Natsu… but I am better than your hands… I promise", as she finished talking, Flare began laughing, nervously. If this was a joke, it was the worst, most inappropriate joke anyone had ever pulled on her.

"What are you laughing at! Stop doing that! And get out!"

"Please! I know I hurt you. Let me repay you. Let me give it all back. Blondie… I made you cry… let me do something in return"

"What… what are you talking about?"

Flare finally got to her bed. They were very close, she could feel her breathing. Flare's hand appeared out of nowhere, and was caressing her cheek. Lucy freaked out and fell on her bed.

"Let me… finish what "Natsu" didn't"

She certainly didn't appreciate that Flare imitated her moaning voice. Without her noticing, both of Flare's hands were on her thighs. Flare looked at her very closely, never blinking, not even once. She could hear her breathing, which was noticeable in her chest. Her hair had calmed down and now fell down her body like normal (albeit still impossibly long) hair would do in its place. Lucy didn't know what to do or say. She was angry, she was embarrassed, she was still horny and she was, most of all, confused.

"You're crazy"

"Maybe. Probably. But of this, I'm certain. Let me do this for you, Blondie"

"Even assuming I was crazy enough to admit to this, you still broke in my house, without any warning whatsoever, and spied on me"

"I am not used to not being bad. But I can show you I'm good at some things… Blondie"

Both of Flare's hands had moved up her legs and were both grasping Lucy's skirt. Flare's smile seemed a strange mix between a genuine, friendly smile and her usual smirk. It almost made her scarier.

"Say I let you, wha… WHAT"

Flare didn't let her continue. As soon as she heard Lucy, she dived face first in between Lucy's legs, right under her skirt. Lucy almost jumped out of shock, but Flare kept her in place using her hands. Lucy could only keep yelling what while trying to get her old enemy's face outside her skirt, pulling her hair, but unable to do so.

It's not that she disliked Flare's mouth. It was very warm, which did indeed remind her of Natsu… which simply made her even more embarrassed and begging Flare to stop, but at the same time, she had stopped trying to get her out, and was actively pushing her against herself.

Flare wasn't particularly skilled with her mouth. At least, compared to imaginary Natsu's and Lucy's hands. But there was something about it that Lucy hadn't experienced in her solitude. Flare seemed hungry of her, there was no refinement, no skill, no tact, just a primal need to fill her mouth with Lucy. It was… different. But not bad. Definitely not bad.

Flare removed Lucy's skirt, as it was only getting on her way, and continued her feast. Even her eyes seemed different. Maybe it was because the lower half of her face wasn't stuck in her usual creepy self, but her eyes now didn't seem like those of a maniac. Rather, someone starved of affection. And judging her furious, incessant eating, "starved" might indeed be the best word.

Lucy couldn't help but laugh at her awful wordplays, the absurdity of it all, and even the pleasure. Flare grabbed her ass, pushing herself deeper. Flare's tongue was capable of reaching places Lucy's fingers never could. Lucy almost jumped again, but Flare's hands and face made it impossible to move without the redhead mage allowing her.

Flare's hair grabbed Lucy's left leg and gently placed it on her right shoulder, giving Flare a better angle to continue eating, but Lucy was effectively unable to keep sitting on her bed, forcing her in an awkward position. Flare either didn't notice, or didn't care, but Lucy wasn't caring, herself.

Flare's tongue was truly something. It moved as vividly as her hair, and it also shared its deadly precision. It was always wherever Flare wanted it most, and after a few minutes, what Flare wanted was also what Lucy wanted. Lucy squirmed, gripping Flare's hair with her hands and her head with her thighs. She moaned, Flare's "Blondie" was muffled.

As Flare's lack of skill became a skill of its own, Lucy couldn't help but hump a bit, involuntarily, giving up herself completely to the redhead. Finally, her stimulation got the better of her, and screamed in pleasure as she climaxed. She noted herself losing control of her body, twitching, forgetting about the world surrounding her, about Natsu, Flare, her apartment and Fairy Tail.

After no more than a few seconds blacked out, she was laying on her bed, still shaking, with Flare looking at her, cleaning up her chin, with now a hint of affection in her eyes. Lucy breathed heavily, still sweating, looking at her insane friend with new eyes.

"Thank you, Flare"

Flare laughed maniacally, once again. Lucy's relax disappeared immediately, as she was scared once more.

"Don't thank me yet, Blondie. I've only just begun playing with you"

Before Lucy could even react, Flare jumped at her bed, on top of her. She had Flare's creepy face directly on top of her own, her mouth so close she could taste her breath, their noses touching, their eyes holding gaze. She could feel Flare's legs rubbing with her own, barely noting Flare's dress, and noticing how the redhead maintained Lucy's legs spread out. Despite the clothing of both, she felt Flare's chest pressed against hers, not sure which one was more agitated. At both sides of her head there were Flare's arms, and blocking her view from anything else, her long, long hair.

"W… well"

Once again, Flare didn't let Lucy finish talking, as her mouth assaulted hers. The kiss didn't lack sweetness, but was strong and relentless, the same way Flare's mouth had behaved ever since she started talking to her. Lucy's initial shock didn't prevent Flare's long tongue to examine her mouth in full while her lips attempted to suck Lucy's. When she overcame it, she was capable of returning the kiss, albeit lacking in intensity.

Flare eventually stopped, moving away from Lucy's face but without leaving her bed. She was sitting, with Lucy's legs at her side, looking at her face. By then, Lucy stopped noticing Flare's expression as something unusual, and began finding it cute. Her mouth was still watering from her own saliva and Flare's. She could even taste herself in Flare's mouth, as the redhead had been very thorough. She didn't want to say anything, she didn't want more surprises from Flare, and awaited her next move. But the redhead didn't do anything, not for a good while, before she began caressing her pigtails, with no comment from either.

"What do you mean you've just begun playing with me?"

She broke the silence, but Flare merely smiled back. Lucy could feel Flare's rubbing against her, even though she was wearing a dress and Lucy wasn't wearing a skirt anymore. Flare grabbed both of Lucy's hands without ever changing her expression, and Lucy was too shocked to respond. Flare guided Lucy's hands through her legs, then into her dress, and moved up until she had Lucy's hands firmly on her breasts. Lucy couldn't help but squeeze, something that made her even more embarrassed than she already was. Flare laughed again.

"You're adorable, Blondie"

Flare's hands left Lucy's, as Lucy's were now firmly gripped on Flare's breasts and toyed with them the same way she usually played with herself. Then, swiftly, Flare grabbed the back of Lucy's head with her free hands and pushed it up, landing her face firmly in between them. Lucy didn't know how to act, it usually was the other way around. She breathed and tasted, but didn't know what else to do. She grabbed both breasts and attempted to smother herself with them. She paused almost initially, thinking Flare probably thought she was stupid. She could feel how once again she was becoming a living tomato, and buried her head in between just so that she wouldn't laugh at her.

But Flare didn't laugh this time. In fact, it was Flare's hair which separated Lucy from her breasts, and made the Celestial Spirit Mage look at her eyes directly. She was smiling while biting her lip, and now her hands were focused on sliding her dress to the sides, slowly revealing her naked breasts.

Lucy stared at them for a few moments. They were beautiful, really. Big, round, sweaty. Her hard nipples looked delicious. Flare didn't do anything while Lucy admired them, until she finally looked back at Flare's face. It hadn't changed, but nodded to her. Then, her hair, like a gentle lover, pushed Lucy again to her chest, but this time, it wasn't between her breasts, and rather, Lucy, by herself, grabbed both breasts and began sucking on her nipples, thoroughly, while alternatively sucking, kissing and licking the rest of Flare.

Flare gave Lucy free reign, but while she enjoyed her breasts, Flare removed Lucy's jacket. Lucy would alternate between focusing all her senses on the redhead's breasts, and sometimes would look up at her red eyes, that were always, without fail, returning the look. After a while, however, she chose to stop and moved up, kissing Flare's neck, and licking it all the way to her mouth, before returning her the favor and kissing her aggressively. Although she did almost certainly not expect it, she didn't reject it, embracing her old rival and kissing her back.

After a long while, they finally stopped, separating their lips which remained united through a slight trail of drool. Lucy, for the first time, was actually very excited for what Flare had in store next, and the redhead didn't take long to show her. Moving the lower half of her dress to the side, Flare moved one of her legs over Lucy's, effectively crossing their legs, and after pushing Lucy towards her, crossed, with their genitalia rubbing against each other. Flare's hair firmly grabbed Lucy's heels, to keep them pressed against each other.

"Do you really think that's… WHAT?"

Flare's hair also wrapped itself around Lucy's neck, tightening, as well as grabbing her wrists and spreading them apart. It was a bit tighter than Lucy wanted.

"What are you doing?! Why are you doing this?! I thought… I thought you said…"

"Don't worry, my beautiful Blondie"

Lucy wanted to complain, but couldn't, as Flare silenced her by kissing her again. While Flare's hair restrained her, Flare's hands pushed Lucy's ass and back into herself to kiss and rub with her better. Still locked in a kiss, and still not understanding why Flare was acting like that, Flare began to move both herself and Lucy, rubbing each other. Flare kept kissing her, until Lucy's protests became silenced moans. Then, Flare let Lucy's lips go again.

Lucy felt weirded out, but still enjoyed Flare's unusual practice. Even the hair acting as handcuffs wasn't bothering her. In fact, while she herself was heated, she could see Flare's attitude changing. Her face had lost entirely her creepy expression, and was now one of pleasure. Her once commanding movements became slower, and even the grip of her hair was loosening.

Flare let Lucy go, as her hair now simply had seemingly lost all magic, and even her hands seemed to have lost their strength, as now she barely pushed Lucy. Lucy saw this as a chance, grabbing Flare's ass and one of her legs, before she pushed her against herself.

"Seems like you're losing again. Please, just let me win this time" she smiled as Flare looked at her, confused.

Lucy kept the scissoring herself, moving Flare and herself back and forth, her own pleasure driving her forward, while Flare's laugh seemed to have mixed perfectly with her moaning. Lucy didn't stop fucking her, giving her what Flare had wanted to give, while Flare reached her own climax. The redhead embraced Lucy, attempting to claw at her but unable to do so due to her gloves. Flare also kissed Lucy, briefly, but her incontrollable laughter and moaning forced her to stop, simply resting her head on Lucy's shoulder and letting her Blondie take care.

Once Lucy noticed Flare had stopped, she moved away from her, letting her fall on her bed. Flare looked at her in disbelief, recovering her breath and seemingly embarrassed, for the first time. Lucy, on the other hand, was more confident than she had been ever since she broke into her house, and looked at her in complete satisfaction.

"B…Blondie… this was not supposed to happen"

"Well, it'll keep happening as long as you keep underrating me. You should know by now, I'm pretty tough!"

She smiled at her, but Flare looked genuinely disappointed, as she sat right next to her. Her chest was shining due to her (their, rather) sweat, and was slightly bruised due to Lucy's treatment of it. Her legs were still shaking somewhat. Compared to her, Lucy was much more composed, although still a sweaty, exhausted mess.

"I wanted to please you… not the other way around"

"You did. You already did. Besides, I had a lot of fun regardless!"

"I didn't even get your top off"

"This isn't a competition about who gets naked the most!"

Lucy was having a laugh, but Flare did seem distraught. Unable to think of something better, Lucy removed her top, exposing herself to Flare.

"There. Better?"

Flare looked at her and bit her lips. Lucy saw a familiar expression once again, and began getting nervous.

"My beautiful Blondie… I can only think of one way to feel better"

Flare's hair seemed to have regained all her strength, and without waiting for a reaction, the redhead jumped directly to her chest. The night was far from over, and Lucy was still far away from her awaited rest.