Chapter 4 - Ingrid/Dorothea + Mercedes B Support

Dorothea couldn’t help but let out a sigh of frustration and shake her head as she watched Ingrid struggle. She was somehow incapable of properly putting on the finery Dorothea had picked out for her. From her tense, unrefined posture, to the way she struggled with the dress, to the partial makeup which Ingrid had stopped her from applying fully Ingrid just looked sad. Ingrid, upon hearing the sigh looked up and realized how pathetic her struggle was, wanting Dorothea to guide her, she asked “Why are you sighing at me like that? Is my face really so hopeless?” Dorothea agonized over her next statement, she had set this whole disaster of a situation up and being too harsh would just give Ingrid an excuse to leave, she tried to be honest as she replied “I...am trying to think of something polite to say right now. It's as if you have no experience dressing elegantly. At all.” 

Ingrid was saddened by how much this simple truth disappointed Dorothea, responding sheepishly “I mean...I don't. Dorothea, I appreciate you taking the time, but yes, you do have your work cut out for you.” Upon hearing the shame in Ingrid’s response Dorothea was worried she had gone too far, she tried to give Ingrid some context “I'm sorry. I...I shouldn't be so hard on you. I was just surprised, is all. A gal like you? You're a beautiful young noblewoman... Who somehow has no experience with either makeup or fashion. This is basic stuff, Ingrid. The basics of the basics, really. But it's like you've never even tried.”

Ingrid, upon hearing Dorothea’s perspective, felt compelled to provide her own context “I was just never interested before. Even as a child, it never appealed to me. Fussy, pretty things always felt unnecessary. And gussying myself up to attract someone has never played an important part in my pursuits as a knight. But you've piqued my interest in all this.” Finally getting some understanding of why she would be interested in this but be lacking in even basic proficiency Dorothea asked her hopefully “How?” Ingrid elaborated making clear that this was an experiment related to treating the upcoming ball with the proper respect it demanded as a holiday and formal occasion “It's not like I'd be dressing myself up just to attract someone. I'd be dressing up for the occasion, specifically. Even if I don't dress up any other time, a special occasion such as this is a good reason to try it out.”

Dorothea, unwilling to acknowledge the purity of Ingrid’s stated reasoning, teased at her “Well, yeah. That's why we dress up when we go out. You might meet someone, and you want to look your best, don't you? Get their attention? Lure them in?” Ingrid gaped, baffled by the total diversion from her stated reasons, giving Dorothea a rebuttal “That's the exact opposite of what I just said. You said previously that dressing up for the occasion is reason enough.” Now understanding that Ingrid wanted to be here but just wasn’t being honest with herself Dorothea dispensed with that empty pretense “Oh, I just said that so you wouldn't run off screaming.” Ingrid looked down, sadly considering how best to steer this conversation back to her comfort zone and replying absently “I see.

Seizing upon Ingrid’s hesitation Dorothea saw this as the perfect opening to ply her with compliments “My real point is that you're quite lovely even before getting all fixed up. Absolutely bewitching, in fact. So when I'm finished with you, well... Someone looking at you could be forgiven for...wanting to pounce.” Ingrid furrowed her brow at this and tried to get the conversation back on track “Could they be? I don't know that I'd forgive them.” Dorothea, having given up the pretense earlier, persisted in trying to get Ingrid to finally open up “Oh, I know. That's why, just before I lunge, I'm gonna ask permission.”

Ingrid was in no mood to succumb to Dorothea’s coquetting when she hadn’t ever come close to being ready for the ball before getting sidetracked away from her duty like this. She began to strip down to change back to her normal clothes as she shut Dorothea down “Permission is not granted–ever! Just back off.” Dorothea tried to get Ingrid to stay replying “Now Ingrid, you never even properly tried on one dress, you can’t just leave so soon.” Finally, out of the dress and in her pragmatic, uncolored smallclothes she turned, ready to put on her uniform as she finally bid Dorothea goodbye when she heard the door opening. 

Both were surprised to see Mercedes enter with a beatific smile waving hello to Dorothea as she entered the room “Hello Dorothea, how are you-“ She then noticed Ingrid’s presence, and her state of undress, surprised she said “Oh my, am I interrupting something?” At that Ingrid scowled “No, sorry Mercedes, I should be going.” At that Mercedes took on a concerned look quickly replying “But Ingrid, with Dorothea here this is the perfect opportunity for you to learn to dance! Was that why you were here?”

At this Ingrid winced as she remembered the professor’s cruel decision to humiliate her and the Blue Lions house by picking her as the representative for this year’s White Heron Cup. She replied quickly “No, there’s no hope for me there just as there’s no hope for me to learn to present myself elegantly at the ball.” Hearing this Mercedes gave a rare frown as she reminded Ingrid of her duty and potential “Listen here Ingrid, you might not like what I am about to say. There is no way you can know any of that and you have no good reason to believe those things. Just because you never learned to dance, or dress elegantly, doesn’t mean you’re hopeless.” With that she looked over to Dorothea with a smile “In fact with a diva and I here to teach you, along with your grace, you could be dancing beautifully in no time at all!” Dorothea smiled and nodded, excitedly saying “Why didn’t you tell me Ingrid? I would just love to teach you; I know you will be amazing!”

Looking upward Ingrid pleaded with the Goddess to give her some understanding of why the professor had done this to her. Receiving no answer she sighed before looking back down, replying with a defeated frown on her face “I suppose it’s only my duty to give it my all, I am obligated to at least try to live up to our professor’s expectations, even if those expectations are based on a terrible misconception.” At this Mercedes smiled, she waved her hand dismissing Ingrid’s misgivings as she replied cheerily “I knew you wouldn’t just let us down Ingrid! I can teach you the basics, Dorothea can comment and pick up teaching when you get a grip on the fundamentals!” Ingrid stopped frowning and assumed a look of determination before realizing she was still the only one mostly undressed.

Flushing slightly, she quickly spoke “I should put on my uniform again before we start, one moment.” Smiling and dismissing her worries again Mercedes explained “Oh no need for that, you won’t ever need to dance in that after all, it will be easier for you to get the movements right with less in the way. In fact, it would be easier for me too!” With that Mercedes began eagerly stripping as Ingrid stared off into space baffled by the events unfolding before her. She glanced to Dorothea who was hungrily drinking in the sight of Mercedes. Dorothea, upon noticing Ingrid, beamed at her. Ingrid rolled her eyes before looking back to the now disrobed Mercedes who she couldn’t help but examine.

Mercedes frame was wider and softer than Ingrid’s though still nowhere near overweight. Her large, round breasts which exceeded Ingrid’s still substantial set, were pushed together by her alluring maroon lingerie. Stretched around her wide hips were matching panties, that hugged the impressive bulge that completely dwarfed Ingrid’s own, this most of all confused Ingrid even as it captured her attention. Seeing this Dorothea teased Ingrid as she too slipped out of her uniform “See something you like?” At this Ingrid flushed and looked down, mortified she once again began thinking of a way out of this nightmare. Mercedes rubbed Ingrid’s shoulder reassuring her as she said, “We’re both ready now so just watch my feet and follow me.”

Relieved to finally be able to do something she mirrored the movements produced by her kind friend. Though her movements were stiff at first soon she had the basic set of movements down. With Dorothea clapping to keep rhythm and giving advice she quickly found herself perfectly synchronized with Mercedes. It wasn’t so different from going spear to spear with a novice, a simple pattern of footwork shifting the upper body as needed to compensate. She no longer needed to observe Mercedes footwork and couldn’t help but take in the sight of Dorothea unclothed. Her ample breasts, even larger than Mercedes impressive pair, jiggled enticingly with every clap. Her thick hips framed a bulge that was somehow even larger than her well endowed friend. These enticing assets were obscured only by Dorothea’s enticing green lingerie which matched her eyes. Tearing her eyes away from Dorothea’s voluptuous form Ingrid looked at the enchanting songstress’s pretty face who only winked as she smiled smugly.

Flushing again Ingrid needing some way to distract herself looked back to Mercedes who was smiling, still oblivious, she asked her “This was a good start, but do you know any more advanced dances?” Mercedes responded with her characteristic cheer “Not too many, I know you’re ready for the hardest one I know, I knew you would be great at this!” Ingrid smiled and continued to mirror Mercedes as she began to execute a significantly more complex dance. The pattern involved much more movement forwards and back, had Ingrid not been so fast Mercedes might have crashed into her. But her speed and grace allowed her to quickly understand and perfectly execute this dance. Dorothea clapped twice as fast to help them stay in the same rhythm and for a time they were perfectly synchronized.

Soon, however, Mercedes began to slow. Ingrid was caught up in Dorothea’s precise rhythm and noticed too late, crashing into her slower friend. Seeing this coming Dorothea caught them both before they could fall to the floor of her room. Pressed up against Mercedes’ soft, curvy body Ingrid couldn’t stop herself from enjoying her friend’s pleasant form. The way Mercedes’ ample breasts pressed against her own, the way Mercedes’ big package smothered her modest one. She was snapped out of this pleasant vacillation by Dorothea who winked over Mercedes shoulder as she said, “Remember Ingrid, ask permission before you pounce!” Ingrid stumbled back, again flushed and mortified, and began to awkwardly bid the two farewell “That was good practice, thanks! We should do it again sometime.” Mercedes shut that down, reminding her friend of her duty “Now Ingrid, I may be tired out, but Dorothea is a better dancer and ready to go!” 

Ingrid grimaced as Dorothea eagerly agreed “That was just the warmup, I know my Ingrid can take everything I got!” Ingrid sighed but began to mirror Dorothea’s movements as they both executed more complicated, vigorous routines. Mercedes gave encouragement as they spun and twirled, lunged and pirouetted. The sophistication of the patterns Ingrid executed were almost enough to distract her from the way Dorothea’s voluptuous form swayed and shook with the frantic movements. By the time they were done they were both panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. Collapsing to the bed with Dorothea and Mercedes on either side of her Ingrid had finally found satisfaction in learning so much, she could make the professor proud. She smiled as she laid back thanking her friends and trying to distract herself from their shapely, exposed forms “This was a great idea; I need to find a way to thank you.” 

To her surprise it was Mercedes who responded in a breathy voice “I can think of a way, watching you two got me awfully worked up.” Curious Ingrid sat up and was confronted with her friend who, sitting beside her, had taken off her panties and was now slowly stroking her hard, fat cock. Ingrid was enraptured by the sight of it as it throbbed already beading pre, but quickly pushed up off the bed half-heartedly scolding her friend she said, “Mercedes this… this isn’t appropriate, what would Annette say?” Mercedes just gave one of her pure smiles and said, “She might make you wait while she gets her turn, she used to be like you but that was years ago!” Dumbfounded Ingrid could only watch as Dorothea took off her own panties revealing her half hard monster which already matched the size of Mercedes’ throbbing tool. 

She stood up next to Mercedes, who sat on the edge of the bed and engulfed the massive rod, as Dorothea explained to Ingrid “We aren’t going to make you do anything Ingrid, ah you can take it slow, but we know you want this.” At this Mercedes let the huge, glistening cock slip from her mouth as she scooted back and patting the bed in front of her before laying down and saying, “Come on Ingrid, we can see you want a taste.” All the while she and Dorothea gave teasing grins, staring at the way Ingrid’s little member strained against her panties. 

Unwilling to verbalize her caving Ingrid nonetheless moved forward onto the bed. She bent forward over Mercedes’ supine form, unwittingly presenting her perky rounded ass to a wolfishly grinning Dorothea. Ingrid salivated as her face was now mere inches away. She inhaled deeply, intoxicated by the scent of Mercedes’ lavender perfume mixing with the aroma of her big dick. Having some idea from watching Mercedes but lacking in real experience she hesitated, looking to her friend. Mercedes smiled calmly and reassured Ingrid “You can take it slow; we know you don’t have a lot of experience.” Confident she wouldn’t be judged, Ingrid took the head into her mouth, savoring the taste of the pre and swirling her tongue around enjoying the flavor. This elicited gasps and a moan from Mercedes who encouraged her “That’s it, just keep going.” Ingrid did but still wasn’t relaxed enough to let it into her throat like Mercedes had. She heard the bed creak as Dorothea finally scrambled her way towards Mercedes. Her painfully hard, huge member swinging as she said, “This is cute and all, but I think Ingrid can take it at her own pace from here.” 

Mercedes only had time to nod and open her mouth before Dorothea plunged her massive rod deep into Mercedes now bulging throat. Ingrid watched with a mixture of fascination and jealousy as the thick thighs and big round cheeks of Dorothea’s ass clenched and shook as they powered her claiming of Mercedes’ mouth. Every time she plunged balls deep into Mercedes’ mouth Dorothea’s giant nuts would crash into Mercedes’ quickly reddening chin. Dorothea let loose grunts of exertion and gasps of pleasure as she rutted again and again into Mercedes’ hungry throat. Ingrid was unable to look away from the primal display even as she tried to fit more and more of Mercedes into her throat. Faster and faster came Dorothea’s thrusts until finally she hilted herself and let out a relieved sigh. As she continued unloading down Mercedes’ throat Dorothea looked over her shoulder and gave Ingrid a stupid grin. 

Feeling outdone by Mercedes Ingrid closed her eyes and focused on trying to relax and get the whole, fat cock into her throat. She almost had the whole thing into her bulging throat when she heard a slurp and opened her eyes again to see Dorothea withdrawing from her filled friend. As Mercedes gasped for air Dorothea addressed her as she scrambled this time off the bed “Great job Mercie, I’ll get her ready for you!” Ingrid was slightly alarmed at that, she couldn’t see Dorothea any longer, and soon felt Dorothea pulling down her panties. Dorothea now on her knees at the side of the bed let out a chuckle seeing the way Ingrid’s painfully turgid member was connected to the panties by a strand of pre. Finally, so close to the object of her desire, Dorothea drank in the sight of the rounded porcelain ass in front of her. She admired the Ingrid’s powerful thighs as she began to knead the ass she would soon claim. Ingrid at first was startled but soon found the pleasant sensation helping her relax and finally take Mercedes whole thick tool. Seeing she was ready Mercedes let out a gasp as she started to buck up into Ingrid’s throat in time with Ingrid’s own efforts.

Ingrid was finally comfortable as Dorothea clapped her hands down sending Ingrid’s curvy rear jiggling as Dorothea thrust her tongue inside. Ingrid moaned into Mercedes fat dick as it thrust up into her mouth as Ingrid began to leak even more as she finally received some direct stimulation. It wasn’t long before Mercedes sped up faster and faster until she finally hilted herself in Ingrid’s bulging throat as she released rope after rope deep into Ingrid. Ingrid moaned in response to being filled as Dorothea’s continued groping and rimming her rounded ass.

When Mercedes finally came down and withdrew Ingrid had little time to catch her breath before they had switched sides. Dorothea was again smirking down at her as she waved her huge dick in Ingrid’s face. Ingrid glanced over her shoulder and saw a still hard Mercedes, who gave her a reassuring smile, as she began to hotdog Ingrid’s thick rear. Looking back to Dorothea she immediately felt the thud of the Dorothea’s huge member as it smacked into her forehead. Ingrid licked her way up from Dorothea’s giant balls up to the fat head before beginning to engulf the massive rod. Dorothea let out a groan and tangled her fingers in Ingrid’s silken blonde hair as she steadily thrust in, soon to the hilt. Seeing she was claimed from the front Mercedes sighed as she finally began to work her way into Ingrid’s tight ass. Ingrid’s little member began to drool into the sheets as she let out another moan into the fat dick that was now plunging again and again deep into her throat with Dorothea’s short thrusts. When Mercedes finally bottomed out the sublime stretching was too much for Ingrid, she shot thin ropes across the bed below her. Dorothea reveled in the vibrations of Ingrid’s muffled moans as Mercedes enjoyed Ingrid’s clenching and writhing. 

When Ingrid’s composure returned Mercedes began pounding her fat cock in time with Dorothea. All three of their rounded asses and ample breasts jiggled as they vigorously spit roasted Ingrid. Ingrid’s untouched dick leaked uselessly into the blanket below her where she had already blown her first load. Mercedes had begun to squeeze Ingrid’s curved butt as she continued to make it jiggle with her powerful reaming. With each of Mercedes’ powerful thrusts her big balls swung into Ingrid’s smaller pair, smothering them with their size as those thrusts drove muffled moans from Ingrid. On the other end Dorothea continued her short, deep ruts, slapping her huge sack into Ingrid’s reddened chin as she leaned over to grope Ingrid’s jiggling tits. Completely overwhelmed as she was conquered at both ends Ingrid howled, as loudly as she could with her throat stuffed with thick cock, as she blew yet another wasted load into the bed below.

Ingrid had a few moments respite as Dorothea and Mercedes hilted in her to continue groping her as they enjoyed her squirming. It wasn’t long before she was ready again and they resumed their pounding, now at a fevered pace. On both ends Ingrid was subjected to long, powerful thrusts as she groaned into the huge cock plundering her throat. Their shapely rears and thick thighs clenched and jiggled powering the erratic rutting which drove them deep into Ingrid. Their gasps and moans grew breathless as their pace became frantic when Dorothea and Mercedes found their second peaks. They both hilted themselves in Ingrid as they filled her up, shooting rope after thick rope deep inside of her. Being claimed so thoroughly Ingrid weakly moaned into the giant cock filling her stomach as she for a third time began to uselessly shoot proof of her submission into the bed below her. The last to stop coming, Dorothea pulled out, and fired enough thick ropes to paint Ingrid’s face and hair white. Mercedes stumbled back, catching herself on shaky legs, before plodding forward to collapse on the bed. She rolled to the other side as she murmured “I think I could use a break…” as she drifted off, quickly asleep.

Dorothea smiled at this, explaining “She’s all tuckered out, not surprising as she filled Annie in the morning. My Ingrid is still ready though, right?” At this Ingrid smiled and nodded dumbly, still hazy in the afterglow of her most intense experience. Dorothea pulled her up, so they were both on their knees, and kissed her. Dorothea savored her and Mercedes’ flavor that had so completely marked Ingrid, and then gently pushed Ingrid down onto her back. Ingrid wordlessly complied, laying supine before pulling her knees near her chin, presenting her backdoor as it already began to leak Mercedes seed. 

Dorothea smirked down at the glassy-eyed Ingrid as she began to speak, all the while rubbing her huge package across Ingrid’s relatively tiny one, smothering it as she said “Even you good nobles are all the same, you put walls up between yourselves and anything that isn’t your duty. But now that you gave me a chance would you rather be anywhere else?” Ingrid kept her stupid grin as she replied adoringly “No.” The smugness of Dorothea’s countenance deepened as she pulled back and rammed her massive cock deep into Ingrid’s lubricated backdoor. 

Ingrid whimpered as her eyes rolled back, her cock flailing as it now leaked onto her toned navel. Dorothea moaned as she drove forward with thrust after long thrust. She hilted herself into Ingrid over and over as each thrust provoked shaking of the thick thighs, and fat, round ass that drove those thrusts. Dorothea’s giant balls crashed into Ingrid’s quaking reddened rear with each long thrust. Ingrid’s mewling quickly grew into cries, as her toes curled and Dorothea groped Ingrid’s jiggling breasts, as her unattended member fired thin ropes across her own face and tits. Ingrid licked her lips savoring the way her own flavor mixed with Dorothea’s. This display drove Dorothea to lean down and kiss Ingrid who locked her legs around the thick butt that now reamed her with short, fevered thrusts. Ingrid matched those thrusts with frantic bucks of her own hips as their kiss was broken by shared gasps, groans, and moans. 

This pace could only last so long as they both reached a crescendo as Dorothea hilted herself one last time in Ingrid. They wrapped their arms around one another and kissed as Dorothea filled Ingrid’s already stuffed backdoor. As they kissed both of their chins were painted white as Ingrid found her last peak. Ingrid gasped one last time as Dorothea pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside an insensate Ingrid who murmured “thanks…” as she quickly found sleep. Dorothea was not as exhausted but was drifting off next to Ingrid until she felt a tongue licking its way up from her balls, to her half hard shaft, to the tip. Dorothea was surprised and had to look up.

She saw Mercedes’ face smiling at her, who switched to stroking the fat dick with her hands as she reassured Dorothea “Thanks for letting me take a breather. I know you’re tired, but… I need this, let me do the work.” Dorothea gave a weary smile and nod back before Mercedes spun around and quickly lowered her curvy ass on Dorothea’s once again hard pillar. Mercedes let out a relieved sigh as she descended Dorothea’s thick length, it had been too long. She filled Annie all the time, usually multiple times a day, which was nice. But since they had left the Kingdom Mercedes hadn’t found anyone quite as huge as Dorothea to give her what she needed. As she bottomed out Mercedes delighted in the way Dorothea stretched her, in the feeling of her balls resting on top of Dorothea’s bigger ones. She whimpered as she began to roll her hips, ecstatic at the way the huge rod stirred her around in places long neglected. 

Not one to be teased for long Dorothea brought her hand down giving Mercedes a smack on her fat rear as Dorothea bucked her hips driving even deeper. Mercedes gave a surprised cry at this as her own fat cock drooled on the bed in front of her. Nearly overwhelmed as she was Mercedes still had enough control to begin bouncing up and down her superior. Every time she bottomed out her rounded rear would jiggle as Dorothea and her shared gasps, groans, and sighs. Dorothea did little beyond lay back and enjoy the sight before her, occasionally bucking her hips to add to their mutual pleasure. Mercedes’ legs failed her as she wailed, finally getting what she needed, she peaked yet again firing rope after thick rope onto the bed in front of her. Dorothea sighed as she enjoyed Mercedes erratic clenching. Feeling her second wind as Mercedes came down Dorothea began rapidly bucking up into Mercedes. Mercedes could only struggle to hold herself high enough to receive the short thrusts as her round ass jiggled in response to the fevered reaming. They both sighed in total satisfaction and exhaustion as they reached their final release, with Mercedes neglected tool firing across the bed again, as she was filled. The pair wordlessly collapsed to the bed and joined Ingrid in a deep sleep.
