The rows upon rows of outfits hung like trophies from a lifetime of conquest. I wandered deeper, fingers brushing fabrics that hummed with Sugar and Spice. Matterhorn and his Sugar Babies, along with Guard, waited outside, recovering from the Lasso of Lactation.
Bridgid had vanished into the far racks, her braid flicking out of sight. The ache from her "I love you" and her response to my own admission still sat heavy in my chest, but I shoved it down. I had to focus on the mission.
I stopped in front of a section that made me raise an eyebrow.
It was a full mime outfit complete with a black-and-white striped shirt, suspenders, a beret, white gloves, and even the classic horizontal-stripe pants. A small placard stitched inside the collar read Silent Tease. I lifted the shirt. The fabric felt cool, almost slippery.
I wondered about the possibilities. Could I mime a magical dildo? I shook my head. This looked like something that could quickly get out of hand. I left a mental note for myself to revisit this later.
The next rack over was full of pure black latex that reminded me of the belts and leather straps that Elaine wore under her coat the first time I met her. This outfit, however, was definitely designed for a male.
There were built-in harness straps and buckles all over. The chest piece had cutouts for nipples, and there was a removable panel at the crotch area.
I could hear the sound of Princess licking her lips next to my ear. "I volunteer as tribute," she said.
I exhaled slowly. Tempting. Very tempting. But, again, I didn't know what any of these outfits did, and this one seemed risky.
I continued walking. I was beginning to feel cold. Everyone else had at least some clothes on after the orgy. It might have been disheveled and cum-stained, but they were clothes nonetheless. Me? I was rocking in nothing but a pair of boxers.
I kept browsing, pushing past capes, robes, armored coats. And then, tucked low on a bottom rack, almost hidden behind a pile of folded, multi-colored dress shirts, I spotted something plain. Grey sweatpants?
There were no visible runes or embellishments, just a simple drawstring waist and tapered legs. They looked comically normal after the cowboy and mime outfits.
I pulled them out. They were warm to the touch, like they'd just come out of the dryer. They smelled with the pleasant odor of someone who used fabric conditioner when putting these in the wash.
"Princess?"
"Yes?"
"Are these... someone else's?"
"Scanning... and... hmm..."
"What's up?"
"These sweatpants are the most Mana-infused item of clothing that I've scanned so far," she said. "It's incredible, really. These definitely belonged to the Sugar Patriarch."
Surely nothing could go wrong with just a pair of grey sweatpants, right?
Bridgid reappeared at the end of the row, arms full of folded garments she'd been inspecting. She tilted her read. "Grey sweats?"
"Better than free-balling it through the closet," I said with the a shrug. "I'm cold."
I stepped into them. The fabric slid up my legs like a hug. They were soft and stretchy. And then they clung.
The soft grey material molded to my cock like it was custom-tailored, outlining the full length, and even the thick ridge of the head.
Bridgid's jaw dropped, and then she let out a low, throaty moan. "Holy fuck, Teddy..." Her eyes were glued to my crotch.
Her tattoos swirled faster, and she stepped closer, hand rising to trace the thick outline through the grey fabric.
I was confused. "I mean, it's not like you haven't seen my cock before, even without it being covered."
"No," she said, "there's something different."
The fabric was thin enough to feel her heat. My cock thickened instantly under the gentle attention of her fingers, my cock swelling against the cotton. Pre-cum beaded, darkening a spot right at the tip.
Torque lost it.
I didn't even know she had come back into the closet.
She lunged forward, hand shooting straight for my shaft. "I need your cock! Boss, please! It's right there! Boss, let me have it, let me have Teddy's cock!"
Matterhorn's massive arm snapped out like a steel beam, wrapping around her waist and yanking her back hard. Torque squealed, legs kicking, massive tits bouncing as she strained against him.
"Down, girl!" Matterhorn growled. "You're not poaching my Sugar Babies, Teddy!"
Torque whined, actually whined, grinding back against Matterhorn's crotch. "But I'm so close!"
"Teddy," Princess said. "Check your status."
I complied.
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Subject: R-01917
Name: Theodore MacBride
Age: 19
Condition: Sugar Well
Sugar Level: 5,000^
Sugar Babies: None
Known Abilities: Sugar Rush, GSP
Unlocked: Grey Eminence
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"Grey eminence? What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well," Princess started, "it's like lingerie. Naked women are sexy, yes? But there's something about a woman wrapped up in lingerie that amplifies her natural sexiness. A cock so badly hidden underneath such thin fabric... it could drive a girl crazy."
"I see," I said. "I guess."
It seemed neat, but it also didn't seem very useful at the moment. At best, if Torque ended up jumping on my cock I could get a beating from Matterhorn. It definitely didn't seem to require being one of the most Mana-infused items in the closet.
Torque elbowed Matterhorn in the ground. He doubled over as she ran to me. I was too surprised to run away or to guard myself. She pulled the pants down with my boxers, and then out popped my thick cock.
She readied herself to take a throatful when she suddenly stopped, mouth open, and fell to the ground. From her back I could see a dart popping out. Lockjaw was holding a tranquilizer gun.
"M-matterhorn," I stammered, "I don't know what's going on." Matterhorn himself just stood there, staring at Torque in shock and betrayal.
"Unfortunately," Princess said. "I know exactly what's going on. The Sugar Daddy and Sugar Baby bond between Matterhorn and Torque... has been broken."