Page 8 of Red Light, Green Light
“We arenotcalling it that—”
“Would you prefer a cucker then?”
“I would prefer neither—.”
“Cuck locker, it is!”
I rolled my eyes at my sisters’ antics. I was on a video call with them and my mom, catching them up on the day as I was getting ready. I saved the part about… the locker for last, since it was the best part. I told them about the Orientation, which was mostly a historical tour of the Stable. which concluded with the Hopefuls meeting the current Nine in the Locker Room.
As I walked in, I did my best to avoid meeting Felicity’s and Merrilee’s eyes, but I heard their snickers, telling me they knew this was going to happen and just wanted to see my face. The Hopefuls were told to stand near the vanities while the Nine introduced themselves. They stated their names, titles, some fun facts, and whether they were competing this year—things that any diligent Hopeful should know already. If they weren’t competing, Coach Tannebaum asked them to give some advice. When it got to Cupid’s turn, I couldn’t help but notice her locker missing its door. Just seeing it made me blush and fanned the flames I had been feeling since I left the Locker Room. Felicity and Merrilee’s eyes landed on me immediately, their nostrils flaring wide and thus making my pussy throb more with need.Gods, what the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I so horny all of a sudden?Meanwhile, understandably, Cupid was fuming the whole time, making snide comments about how teammates could be unruly. Merry held no remorse and smiled like a beautiful idiot while Felicity remained perfectly composed.
Once the meeting was over, the Hopefuls all left for the hotel connected to the Stable. We had an hour and a half to get ready before the Mixer. The Mixer was downstairs in the hotel bar, as was tradition, so folks didn’t have to find transportation after a long night of drinking and… everything else that allegedly happened there. The thing was that the Mixer and the Reindeer Games took place during the start of Autumn, usually the same day as the Equinox. This was peak rutting season for reindeer-shifters, when we were driven to find a mate and fuck them silly. So, the Mixer was started as a means for Hopefuls and the Nine to… get their energy out before the games. People always talked about it as if it was a giant orgy, but no one really knew what happened at the Mixer unless you were there, and no one who was there ever talked about it.
“I’m loving how fucking juicy your ass looks in that skirt, girl!” North praised as I took in my whole look in the full-length mirror. I wore a burnt orange and cream floral corset with a black shrug cardigan and a tight-fitting dark green midi-bodycon skirt. Between the slit going up my thigh, how tightly the skirt hugged my curves, and how perfectly the corset lifted my boobs, I knew the girls were going to be drooling. The black knee-high heeled boots I wore that added a couple of inches to my height would also do some favors. My make-up was glam and sparkly, with a dark brown lip and gold highlights. My curls were full, voluminous, and luscious ringlets, behaving for once. I really did look incredible with the whole ensemble.
Maybe even good enough to eat if I played my cards right.
I had no idea what was happening to me. Mating season normally didn’t affect me like this. Was I a little more horny than normal during it? Sure, but that’s what my trusty poinsettia vibrator was for. But now, a heat mounted within me that no cold shower could remedy. I wasn’t sure how long the shrug cardigan was even going to last at the rate my body was scorching. I also had never thought about sex as much as I had since the locker room. Nothing seemed to satisfy my hunger for more. My vibrator did nothing for me before, during, or after my shower, leaving me unsatisfied even after five back-to-back orgasms. Remembering Felicity grinding on Merry’s leg, Merry’s dirty talk, and Merry’s fingers inside of Felicity only seemed to make me more insatiable. It was getting harder to focus through the haze of need.
“Excuse me? Is thatmycorset?!” Carole’s cry of indignation helped ground me slightly. I sat back down at the desk where I had my phone propped up. My sisters were seated at our kitchen counter with the phone set to landscape to capture everyone in one frame.
“Technically, it’sJingles’scorset from her store,” I corrected.
“That youstolefrommycloset!”
“We are sisters. We have asharedcloset that’s split into four different rooms.”
North nodded. “She makes a valid argument.”
Carole rolled her eyes. “Well, it had better be returned tomyshare of the closet in one piece.”
I thought about how Merry had torn Felicity’s outfit with one hand. I looked over at Belle. “Jingles? Can you make another one of these? Just in case it doesn’t survive tonight?”
“Wynter Reese Norwood, what thefuck?” Carole exclaimed.
Belle patted Carebear on the shoulder. “I sure can.”
“Yeah, you are going to the Mixer tonight, so itdefinitelywon’t be surviving. Especially withtworeindeer-shifters who are feral for you? Yeah, that whole outfit is done for.”
“North!”
“What’s this Mixer that y’all keep talking about?” Mom came into view, wiping her hands on a tea towel. Her micro-locs were tied back and away from her sweating face as she cooked.
“It’s nothing, Mom!”
“Oh, it’s gotta besomethingwith that outfit you’re wearing!”
“Mom, please. Let’s not ruin your innocence—”
“It’s a social event for the Hopefuls, the Nine, and others ahead of the Reindeer Games the next day,” Carole explained.
North snorted. “Oh, it getsrealsocial all right.”
“What doesthatmean?” My sweet, beautiful, precious mom, who didn’t even curse, asked with a raised eyebrow.
“She means that it’s a seasonal rut fest where everyone gathered bang until dawn,” Belle waggled her eyebrows with a devious grin.
Banging Felicity and Merrilee until dawn? Fuck, that’s what I need. I sent my head back as I took off the shrug and fanned myself from the surging heat within me.
