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It surprised Susie, how reliant she'd become upon electricity. Growing up without, her encounters with it were special occasions—most of the jobs she took to help support her family were likewise unable to afford it, and so for a time it remained foreign and mysterious. In her hometown the sun decreed when the day started and ended; when it set the day was over, extended only by whatever candles and lanterns they had on hand. Moving to Caladon and working for Quercus as a bartender, then, was life-changing in multiple ways.
After Quercus gifted her the staff, light was suddenly much easier to come by. Channeling her Arts through the globe, Susie could light up any room with flickering blue-gold glow—it wasn't perfect by any means, but it worked in a pinch. Rhodes Island too was yet another learning experience. The landship lit up the wasteland like a beacon, every hall lit 24/7 with calm lighting, and Originium reactors saw to it that nobody would ever be forced to live in the dark.
And so, on deployment out in the Victorian wilderness, the sudden lack of electricity caught her by surprise. Luckily, this time she had a solution.
Susie pulled a drawer out of its housing and brought it from the techie's tent to her bed in the lean-to she shared with Quercus, setting it beside her. Inside were a vast number of electrical devices, each in plastic bags tagged with the owner's names.
During the monthslong mission in Victoria to provide aid to infected refugees, Susie's job was the same as it was on Rhodes Island. Many that visited the medbay were surprised to learn that the aid team had brought along a hairdresser, but Rhodes Island's ethos of preserving dignity extended to everyone, after all, and Susie was proud to put it into action. After the first few clients received their free haircuts (often the first professional one they'd had in months), word spread and Susie's schedule became swamped.
Her secondary job was self-assigned and unofficial. With limited solar power to go around, not all the camp's electronics could be charged at once. This led to the collection of drained devices that Susie now sat with. Stuck on a waitlist, it could be days or weeks before somebody got their communicator or tablet charged; by channeling her Arts, Susie could cut down the waiting time from days to hours, keeping morale high.
Unbagging a walkie-talkie, Susie cupped it in her hands and closed her eyes, focusing the electricity that ran through her body. Sparks flashed on the surface of her skin, crackling like fire and chirping like morning birdsong, and within seconds the walkie-talkie's battery indicator light went red, then green, then an insistently flashing green. She returned it to its bag, then chose another, repeating the process as the sun reached for the horizon. By the time Quercus came back from the surgical tent, Susie had finished the whole drawer.
"Welcome back! You look tired," Susie said, putting the drawer on the ground and covering it with a cloth. Once she returned it to the tech tent, the charged devices would be redistributed in the morning, along with watery coffee and other necessities.
"I am." Quercus made a beeline to Susie and reached down to fondle her ears. She sighed the worries of the day away, massaging the point where her ears connected to her head and tickled the tips in a way that made them twitch. "Though being able to see you and do this makes it all better."
"You're gonna get shocked if you keep it up, but as long as you're okay with that. . ."
Quercus assured her, "I am," before pulling her into a hug, inhaling deeply. "You smell so much better than the surgical suite."
"Things slowed down enough that I was able to shower today," Susie said, aware that Quercus was referring not to the scent of her shampoo, but the scent of her. She tilted her chin up to receive a kiss, surprised when Quercus deepened it, bringing her hand up to cup Susie's cheek. The other began travelling down, lingering at her waist, asking a silent question.
"You know, I wouldn't mind trying again, if you want," said Quercus.
Susie flinched. The last time they'd gotten frisky, she'd shocked Quercus so badly that all her tresses of golden hair had stood on end, giving her a massive halo and filling the tent with the smell of singed keratin. To be fair, Quercus had been teasing her all day, so when she got between Susie's legs it was probably inevitable that it would happen.
"It's not that I'm not interested, but—" (Quercus squeezed her butt, kneading it and making biscuits, "—but are you actually sure? I don't wanna hurt you again."
"I wasn't lying when I said it was worth it." Quercus disengaged to open the trunk at the foot of her bed. "I'm resilient—a little static shock won't do me in." Susie resisted the urge to argue that the shock she'd received was anywhere near insubstantial. Before she could, Quercus returned with a length of cloth. "I've got a game in mind. Do you want to play?"
"A sexy game?"
Quercus nodded.
The blindfold was of quality make and smelled good, as if the cloth had been left to soak up the scents of the Rhodes Island garden. Susie tied it around her head, making sure at Quercus' insistence that she couldn't see out the bottom.
"You've been working so hard to practice your Arts while recharging everyone's technology, so I thought we could iterate on that idea, make it a bit more exciting." Quercus began undressing her, starting with her shirt and then moving to unzip her skirt. "Lift up for a second? Thank you." Susie was left in just her underwear. When Quercus kissed her, it was with a ferocious hunger that Susie only ever saw in the bedroom when the two of them were alone. It felt like a comfortable anchor, pulling her deep until she was on her back on the bed, Quercus between her thighs.
The sound of a plastic baggie opening shook Susie out of her haze, but a finger alighted on her lips before she could inquire. More rustling, and then she felt a semi-cold something press against her inner thigh.
"Go ahead and channel your Arts," Quercus instructed.
Quercus sometimes slipped into what Susie liked to refer to as 'instructor mode'. When that happened, it was easier to follow her directions than it was to get a straight answer out of her—usually because doing as she said led to a better understanding of the situation anyway. So Susie closed her eyes despite the blindfold already cutting her vision, and focused on the ever-present thrum of electricity in her body. She pushed it down, extending the current outwards from her heart and into her left leg, powering whatever was making contact with it.
That something began to vibrate, and Susie lost control of the current, cutting it short so as to prevent it going haywire. "Wha—!" The object continued to vibrate, until the device lost power and the thing touching her thigh was still once more.
Quercus let out a hum. "It won't get charged if you stop, you know."
"So umm. Whose vibrator are you using on me?"
She felt Quercus startle. "You picked up on that fast! I can't tell you though, part of the game is that you have to guess who it belongs to!"
Susie frowned. Wasn't it unethical to be using people's electronics like this?
"Don't worry," came the answer, "the girls don't mind—we trade back and forth all the time. Furthermore, all their toys were in the same bag, and they even went so far as to write a winky face on the outside. Besides, half of these are mine."
"Eh?? Just how many are in there?"
Quercus let out a regal and knowing "Oh-ho ho ho~" but didn't elaborate.
Susie screwed her eyes shut tight, letting the electricity flow once more until the vibrator sprang to life, growing in power until it plateaued, charged sufficiently to maintain steady vibrations. Quercus began trailing it up her thigh, parting Susie's legs wider. "Can you tell me who this one belongs to?" she asked, but then she placed it directly on Susie's clit, and even through her panties, her mind started going blank.
Keeping her Arts under control while being fucked was already incredibly difficult, and now Quercus wanted to quiz her? She tried to think, pulling scraps of information from the ether. The vibrator's surface was wide enough to feel almost flat, almost as if—Susie jolted as Quercus rubbed it up and down over her lips— aha !
"It's a wand?" Susie asked, her statement coming out like a question as Quercus placed it back on her clit.
"That's correct! Now can you tell me who it belongs to?"
A spark crackled, the warning sign of her Arts running rampant. Susie clenched her stomach, reigning the current in, trying to match the flow with the oscillations of the vibrator, but Quercus kept shifting it, sending sparks of pleasure up her spine.
Who was the pool of candidates that the vibrator could belong to? Quercus had said she traded toys with "the girls", which narrowed it down quite a bit. Was it Grani's? Did it belong to Skyfire, or had Quercus procured it from her own stash? Did Haze even know what a vibrator was? Susie shook her head—there was no reason to be reductive. It was a wand massager. Susie giggled at the thought. Of course the witch would use a wand.
"Is it Haze's?" she asked, surprised at how breathy her voice sounded.
"Good job!" And then Quercus clicked the vibrator off and pulled it away from Susie's pussy. "Ready to move on to the next one?"
Shaking at the sudden absence, Susie said, "Can you take off my panties first? They're gonna get wet."
"I think we're far past that, but of course."
The next item that Quercus pressed against her pussy felt smaller, and when Susie concentrated on filling it with electricity, it too began to vibrate, albeit at a much faster rate than the wand. The sudden increase to high-strength vibration sent her head down to the pillow, euphoria momentarily catching her chest. Think. Think! Her mind pulled in three directions at once Susie groaned out, "T-the surface area is smaller, right? That means it's—it's a bullet?"
"And do you think you can guess who owns this one?"
"It's really hard to think when you hold it on my clit like that—" Crackles of electricity flared, and Susie could tell her control was beginning to slip. "But is it. . . Grani's?"
"I think that was a guess, but if it was, you got lucky."
Susie regretted guessing correctly, as it meant that the vibrations stopped with the same violent suddenness with which they'd started. The bag crinkled again, this time Quercus' fingers spread her open and the next toy pressed at her entrance before sliding inside with only slight resistance. It wasn't especially girthy, but the way it ground against her g-spot had her seeing stars. It hummed to life immediately, and those stars became novas.
By the time she was able to take a guess, her breaths came in heavy pants and she was sure that she'd get to come if only she could get a little longer with it. Knowing she was wrong she answered, "Is it yours?"
"Nope! This one's Skyfire's!"
The toy began to leave her; Susie reached down to catch Quercus by the wrist, "H-hey, don't take it out, I didn't guess it correctly!"
"I can't have you frying it though," Quercus said, and the crackling energy that suffused the air forced Susie to agree—slowly but surely, she was losing her grip on the current, spikes of power giving rise to flashes of blue strong enough that she could see them through her blindfold.
Susie moaned as the toy left her with a baneful emptiness, but Quercus was merciful, sliding yet another through the folds of her cunt without preamble. The head was large, and when it slipped in with a pop, Susie sobbed.
It was, in a word, perfect. Evenly-spaced ribs sent shocks all the way to her toes, and Quercus thrust in, deeper each time until the textured base ground against her clit. "O-oh!" Susie gasped, the girth arresting and familiar. "This one's mine! It's— ah —my favorite one!"
"Good girl! You got it right! Now I get to reward you."
The reward sent Susie reeling, Quercus adding her fingers to circle her clit, spit-wet and slick. "You know, I was really surprised when you told me this was your favorite. It's so big compared to you, after all. Watching you take it so greedily is, in a word, breathtaking."
"You're making me embarrassed!" Despite wearing the blindfold, Susie cowered behind her hands, sparks beginning to crackle across them. Her body thrummed with power, extremities going hot and the hairs on her arms standing stark. She began to shake, muscles clenching involuntarily as electricity made each cell fire.
"But you take it so well, and I can't help but want to get a little rough with you." Quercus must have leaned in close, as her breath brushed Susie's ear: "The sounds you make are so cute. Will you let me hear them now, too?"
"I'm—I'm close. I'm gonna lose control, Quercus!"
"There there, that's a good girl, don't you worry about me one bit. Let it aaaaaall out."
A loud series of sparking sounds, miniature gunshots, like a whole bag of popcorn expanding in a split second accompanied Susie's orgasm. Her back arched completely off the bed, her body no longer within her control, and her vision went deep blue-gold, light exploding on the inside of her eyelids. Climax and electric current created compound waves, pleasure spiking so high that it nearly teetered over the edge to pain in rhythmic peaks.
Had her heart burned out, she wouldn't have blamed it. As it was, dread shot through her, far more potent than the lightning. Susie opened her eyes wide, ripping the blindfold off. Quercus' hair stood straight up, and she was rubbing feeling back into her fingers. Despite coming out the other side of an electrocution, she wore a smile. "You were amazing, my little Susie!"
Relief coursing through her, Susie let her spine return to bonelessness, sending her back to the sheets. Then she shot back up, nearly giving herself whiplash. "Eehh?! W-wait, my favorite toy doesn't even use batteries! If it did I would've accidentally fried it ages ago!" Quercus' smile became catlike. "Did you bring it just so you could use it on me?"
"Of course I did!" Quercus said, and then she thrust in again, and Susie thought she might explode.