Around us, the room was a tableau of exhausted satisfaction. Matterhorn was sprawled on the floor with Torque draped over his chest, her tits rising and falling in slow breaths. Lockjaw and Ironbound were tangled in a sweaty heap on the latter's wheelchair. Princess's voice hummed faintly in the air, a satisfied purr, while Guard leaned his head back against the chair he had been meditating on, his wings folded and a grin cracking his stern face.
"What's so funny?" I asked Bridgid, my hands idly tracing a swirling tattoo on her breast. The ink seemed to dance under my touch, one design shifting into a pair of lips that puckered teasingly before fading back into abstract patterns.
She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. "Remember the Shower, Teddy? My Sisters and I didn't just make you pretty and hung like a stallion. We slipped in a little extra gift, one we often don't get to give."
"... what kind of gift?"
She slid off me with a wet pop, my cum trickling down her thighs as she stood, unashamed and glorious. Her petite hourglass figure gleamed under the office lights. She turned, giving me a view of her juicy ass, and wiggled it playfully while walking to the wall where a magical outline of a door had briefly appeared.
"It's called GSP. Short for G-Spot Perception."
Matterhorn snorted from the floor, propping himself up on one elbow. "Sounds like a sex toy upgrade. What's that got to do with busting wards?"
Bridgid shot him a wicked smile over her shoulder. "Everything, big guy. GSP lets him zero in on... vulnerabilities. In a woman, it's that sweet spot that makes her scream and squirt like a fountain. But for Mana wards? It's the weak points where the Mana is most susceptible to being unraveled."
Torque's eyes lit up, her lips curling into a sultry grin as she disentangled from Matterhorn. "Oh, I like the sound of that. You gonna demonstrate on one of us first, newbie?"
I felt a flush creep up my neck, but I pushed it down. The Shower had reshaped more than my body. It had ignited something primal. My cock stirred again, hardening at the thought of pounding Torque's pussy. "Maybe later," I said, standing up. My robe lay discarded on the floor, leaving me naked and unapologetic. At ten inches soft my cock was still huge and girthy. "Let's crack this thing open."
Princess's voice chimed in, amused and breathy from her recent romp with Guard. "This is going to be a little different experience than using Sugar Rush and make sure you're not close to orgasm while you're activating it. Last thing we need is another incident from you being unable to control yourself."
Bridgid nodded, stepping away from the door and pressing her body against mine from behind. Her nipples hardened against my chest, and her hand gripped my shaft, stroking slowly. "A little encouragement will help, though," she whispered, guiding my focus. "Relax. Feel. Enjoy. Listen. Receive."
I meditated on her words and slipped into a calm, relaxed state. "Like this," she said, continuing to rhythmically stroke my cock. "Okay, now, tell me what you feel?"
Your hand on my cock, for one, I wanted to say.
But I did feel more. I could feel the Mana suffusing the air, even as it faded from its peak. It kissed my skin like cool mist on a hot day. I could see it, too: glowing energy that would sometimes arc like lightning from one place to another. When an arc passed through me I could feel a subtle elevation in my mood and desire.
I could also see the door, although the outline was fading much faster than everything else. The important thing was that I knew there was a ward there, and knowing that, I should be able to identify its weak spot.
"Do I have to say, like, a special phrase, or...."
"This is going to sound weird," Bridgid said. "But because of the nature of this boon... you're going to have to direct some sexual energy toward the wall."
I blinked.
"You mean... I have to want to fuck the wall?"
Bridgid smiled. "Little known fact outside of those who work closely with Mana, but all Mana is sentient."
"It's... alive!?"
She placed a hand on my shoulder and sped up the velocity of her strokes. "Now's not the time to think about it. Just imagine it. See the door. Who is the door?"
The question didn't make any sense to me, but I tried. As I started to think about the door as a person instead of just an object, I could identify interesting subtle shifts in the Mana in that direction.
The ward shimmered faintly, like heat haze over pavement. I focused harder, letting Bridgid's skilled hand keep my arousal simmering without pushing me over the edge. My cock throbbed in her grip, pre-cum beading at the tip as she smeared it down my shaft.
There. The weak spot revealed itself at slightly lower than the center of where the outline had been: a swirling knot of Mana, tighter than the rest, begging for release.
"I see it," I said, stepping forward. Bridgid released my cock reluctantly, her fingers trailing along my length one last time. The group watched intently.
I extended my hand toward the wall. It felt intimate, almost invasive. I slid my hand slowly toward the weak spot of the door and pressed in. It was like sliding my fingers into a soaked pussy. The ward clenched, but I took my hand out again, and repeated the process.
The... Mana... quivered. A low moan seemed to echo in the room. It wasn't from any of us, but from the ward, from the Mana floating through the air. I increased my pace.
The weak spot swelled under my assault. From above the hole I was penetrating, two large breasts from the wall, and the face of a woman in ecstasy appeared above that.
With a final thrust of power, the ward orgasmed. Mana exploded outward in a wave of pleasure, the outline blazing back to life before the door simply vanished from the wall with a satisfied sigh.
We all stared.
It was a closet. Rows of immaculate clothes hung inside. There were sleek black suits embroidered with runes and other scribblings, silk shirts that shimmered, leather jackets with spikes on the shoulders. There were shoes, boots, ties, accessories, even belts that looked like they had holding places for daggers, swords, and who knows what else?
Matterhorn barked a laugh. "All that for fancy threads?"
"Not just clothes," Princess said. "This is an armory. Dr. Ryebald has always worked very closely with the Patriarch's tailor, and it looks like this set was made for function over style, although there is plenty of the latter."
"This is what you sensed? What good is all this!?" I yelled.
"Listen," Princess said. "Clothes make the man. That was no less true of the Sugar Patriarch than any other man. No less true of him than of you. But he was a... big... man. And his wardrobe has power. That's especially true if these are experimental prototypes."
Matterhorn took a look at the biker's jacket with spikes. "Didn't have a bad taste at all."
"Can you tell me what they do?" I asked.
"I would if I knew," Princess said, "but my knowledge about these things extends only so far and Dr. Ryebald is leagues ahead of many in the Mana technology space. And, apparently, the fashion space."
"Alright, then," I said. "Time to try on some clothes."