blue belle mirror

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The rota for dream duty had once more given Joy the opportunity to be alone with her thoughts.
Dream productions hadn't been at their best lately, but the narrative the dream was following wasn't bad so far and at this point she was just biding her time anyway, so barring some kind of horrific accident, the dream should play out perfectly fine. In the worst case scenario, she could just shut the dream off if she thought something was going to wake Riley up.
Straining a little, she could hear Anger snoring and Disgust shuffling around in her bed, but save for that, just the same silence she'd come to recognise as the sound of not a single other emotion being awake.
Save, for a mere second, the shushing sound of one of the doors opening and shutting itself from somewhere off to her left.
Turning the volume down on the dream a bit, she turned round to see Sadness in a dress looking down at her from the door to the sleeping quarters.
“Oh, I like this one” she said, giving her a little wave “the bit when Riley gets lost in the woods is my favourite part. Did you ask Dream productions to re-run that just for me?”
It took Joy a little while to fully register what Sadness had said to her, having been so taken aback by the stunning outfit she was wearing.
“Oh, no... well, not exactly. It's just a repeat so far. They might change it up a bit later but that's not what I wanted to meet you about”
Sadness' unusually spirited expression sunk a little momentarily, but Joy gave her a cheerful little gesture and she perked up again as quickly as she'd come down.
As Sadness crossed the control room, Joy watched, mesmerised by the movement of the dress on her.
The dress itself was made of a fine black material that seemed to drift down Sadness' body and gently accentuated all of her natural little curves, flaring out discreetly past the waist and stopping just short of her ankles, where a set of delicate little shoes with the smallest of heels finished the ensemble.
Her usual sundress now seemed dull and tatty in comparison to the masterpiece of fashion she wore. Even Disgust's voluminous wardrobe couldn't quite match it.
The moment she got to the console, Joy gave her a long, tight hug. The kind that sways ever so gently as to make the gesture seem that little more special.
“Where'd you get that dress?” she asked as she finally released Sadness, to which she just shrugged slowly “I saw it in an advertisement for Mode Couture the other day. You asked me to dress up a little special tonight so I had the imagination team make it for me.”
Joy was impressed by her forethought – most of the time when she asked Imagination Land for something it was used the moment it got there and then immediately discarded. She'd actually taken the time to plan this through more than she herself had.
“Well you look absolutely breathtaking.”
Sadness beamed at her as Joy backed up a little and pushed a button on the console and off to her left, she heard a quiet click sound.
Sadness now looked a little confused.
“Is that what you wanted to show me?” she asked, not quite understanding the look on Joy's face, “that just leads to central nervous. Unless you wanted me to get dressed up like this to help you get rid of that little delay in the console then I'm not entirely sure what you're getting at here.”
Joy just shook her head and chuckled a little, before turning down the lights and heading over to the little door on the left side of the room. Sadness followed diligently.

Sadness couldn't quite work out what Joy was doing, but she felt compelled to follow her anyway.
Unlike the rest of Headquarters, the central nervous maintenance complex was seldom used and entirely undecorated, with only basic lighting to illuminate the vast windowless network of little rooms and but the almost inaudible whirring of the individual mechanisms that dealt with Riley's motor functions.
Occasionally she used to come down here to cry to herself when she didn't want to cause a scene, but other than that, she'd never had much use for it and neither had Joy.
After a few minutes walking into the maze-like structure, Joy stopped by a door that probably opened onto some fine motor processor and put a finger to her mouth to signal that she wanted her to be silent.
“Close your eyes, sweetie” she whispered and Sadness did as she was told: clearly whatever was down here was some sort of surprise, but exactly what it could be escaped her.
She heard the sound of the door opening, felt Joy leading her through the threshold, heard the door closing again and finally,  caught the scent of flowers drift by her.
“One second, keep 'em closed tight!” came Joy's enthusiastic tone, further infront of her than she expected, until a few muffles shuffling sounds later, Joy called “you can open your eyes now” to her.

The room was incredible.
The room didn't have a motor functions processor in it at all – most likely the room had been built in anticipation of some particular aspect of Riley's life needing some particular amount of unique control and that situation had yet to arise.
But that wasn't the bit she was amazed by.
Where the rest of central nervous was dull and uniformly beige, the room had been painted a particularly pleasant shade of peach and was lit with an array of little lights that hung from the ceiling like stars. Little pictures reclaimed from long term memory of all the pleasant things that Riley had experienced were scattered along every wall and, upon closer inspection, Sadness noticed that these were all memories she'd been involved in in some capacity.
The floor was also decorated, this time with a large hand-painted image of a memory sphere with yellow and blue hues across it to show it was one of the memories she and Joy had made together.
And, most wonderful of all was the little feature at the far end of the room.
Joy had now nestled herself in a large pile of colourful duvets that were assembled under a large structure made of sheets and poles – not unlike the dens that Riley used to make.
Joy had bundled herself up in the duvets tightly and poked out a hand to beckon her to come over and Sadness gladly obliged, drawn inexorably to the cosiness of the pile of duvets and the look on Joy's face.
It took her until she had gotten halfway across the room to realise that Joy's dress was on the ground, half covered by the pile.

Wearing her trademark grin, Joy poked a hand out of the pile of duvets and slowly made a come hither gesture whilst deliberately pulling one of the duvets down just a little, exposing her shoulders and a mere hint of her chest below, so that Sadness could see that she was indeed completely naked.
As she had anticipated, Sadness slowed down her approach just a little and, gingerly, she sat herself down on the pile next to her.
“This place is amazing” she remarked, unable to take her eyes off her.
Joy reached out from within her little cocoon and softly placed a hand on Sadness' cheek “and it's all for you.”
Her eyes widened and became almost shiny behind her glasses as she let the gesture sink in.
Sadness had never felt like this before in her life.
“How long did this take you?” she whispered and Joy shifted around a little before replying – presumably to get as cosy as she could.
“Oh, about two weeks all told. All of it done while the others were on dream duty” she replied, before reaching out her other hand to lay it on Sadness' shoulder and letting the duvet fall down that bit more, so that she got a good view of the start of her breasts.
“But that's not the only thing I brought you down here for” she soothed, giving Sadness a quick and gentle kiss.
“Why don't you take that thing off and come in here with me?”

Initially, She was a little taken aback by what Joy had said and for the slightest moment considered some kind of protest, but one look at her loving eyes and the slender curves of her body convinced her otherwise.
Slowly, Sadness reached for the back of the dress and pulled down the zip, loosening its grip on her body and allowing it to fall down.
Joy watched in awe as the dress fell away, revealing the full beauty of the emotion she'd so neglected.
In spite of her thick set build, Sadness did indeed have a few little curves on her. Sure, her stature accentuated the little extra weight she had, but nonetheless she had a pleasant pear-figure, with wide hips and thick legs that hinted at just a little more muscle than she gave her credit for.
Her belly came out a little but wasn't anywhere near as pronounced as her voluminous turtleneck suggested and for all that she was being shy about it right now, she had some fabulous breasts.
Again, the sheer size of her sweater had given her the impression that her breasts had been decidedly large and limp, but in actuality, her breasts were spread over a wider area than normal, but were far more tightly defined than she'd expected.
They could possibly be described as squidgy, or perhaps “cushion-like.”
All Joy knew right then was that she wanted to bury her face in them and not come up for air until her head swam from lack of oxygen.
“You're beautiful” she gasped as Sadness took off her shoes and looked back at her, with just a modest little pair of  grey briefs guarding her genitals.
With what she hoped was an encouraging smile, Joy gave her a little nod and Sadness pulled off the briefs.
She didn't get too good a look at Sadness' intricacies, but what little she saw in the second or so before she'd sat down  was just lovely.

Joy lifted the covers a little  for her and Sadness shuffled over to her, before finally snuggling up with Joy, who drew the curtains to their little den.

Joy was warm and about as soft as her skinny frame allowed.
From inside the little den, Sadness saw the lights outside dimming just a little, making the fabric that guarded them suddenly appear to be much thicker, with just the faintest of blue hints now visible from Joy's natural glow.
From within the covers, Sadness snuggled herself up to Joy as tightly as she could, wrapping her arms around her slender body and giving her a long, slow, passionate kiss.
Joy seemed to go limp in her arms as she caressed her back.
Silently she marvelled at just how smooth and supple it was – not a single blemish or kink ran down its entire length, from the nape of her neck right down to the impeccable little trough on the small of her back.
Finally,  she finished the kiss, if only to take a little while to lose herself in Joy's enchanting eyes.
She looked so contented. Her eyelids were closed just a little and her smile was unusually subtle but altogether more sincere – the kind that comes from admiration rather than personal excitement.
So engulfed was she by the beauty of her lover, that Sadness failed to notice that Joy had gone to place a hand on her breasts until she felt her fingers land softly on her.
She felt herself blushing a little as Joy gently squeezed, stroked and toyed with her breasts, but the sensation was something she would never forget; soothing impulses spread through her body like anaesthesia, calming her in seconds and expelling what tiny scraps of negativity she still felt.
Her grip was firm, but not unforgiving, while the sound of her breathing was hypnotic.
All of a sudden, she felt herself taken by the urge to return the favour and extended a hand of her own, taking hold of one of Joy's breasts and applying the faintest pressure.
They felt like nothing she'd ever handled before: initially they possessed the tactile qualities of a latex glove full of flour, but with the further application of pressure, they became more like warm water balloons and if she squeezed yet harder, they became firm like mangoes.
The feel of Joy's relatively small but well-defined breasts was captivating.
Again she kissed her, harder this time, allowing Joy's tongue to probe inside her mouth and submitting entirely to her hands, which now had begun to roam.
With her eyes closed as to better enjoy Joy's affection, she felt Joy's hands traversing her sides, feeling at her hips, sliding over her rump and squeezing her belly.
To be adored so much was a dizzying concept for her and as new and potentially scary as the feeling of physical affection was for her, Joy put her so at ease that she felt she could spend days like this.
Slowly, Joy finished the kiss and Sadness felt driven to continue, but before she managed to kiss her again, Joy had begun whispering to her in the sweetest tone she could imagine.
“Oh Sadness, I love you” she whispered to her, before hugging her tightly again.
Now, Sadness felt one of Joy's hands slowly wandering downwards over her little paunch, down to her hips, and finally, make an agonisingly slow journey towards her crotch, before it stopped just a couple of inches above her vagina.
“Do you trust me?” Joy whispered again, this time with genuine concern in her voice “feel free to say no if you're not comfortable with this.”
“It's okay Joy, I trust you.”

Hearing that from her made Joy's heart skip a beat.
Slowly, as not to startle her, she moved her hand down in between Sadness' legs and used her thumb and ringfinger to part the puffy little cheeks that flanked her precious intricacies.
She looked Sadness deep in the eyes one last time before she began, to make sure she was still okay with what she was about to do.
Her face didn't change, she just continued to look at her lovingly.
Like how a needle lands on a record, Joy placed her index finger down between her labia and drew her finger upwards.
Sadness' expression changed immediately as she did so; drawing in a sharp breath, Sadness now looked surprised, but as Joy's finger slid down again, she seemed to completely relax.
As slowly as she dared, Joy continued softly stroking at Sadness' clitoris and watched her react, going from shock to  calm to bliss.
For about a minute, Joy kept going like this, taking all the time her lover needed to get acclimatised to the new sensations that must now be engulfing her, until she felt her start to move a little with it.
Without breaking her rhythm, she leaned in and kissed her, this time a lot less forcefully than before so as to let Sadness decide for herself if she wanted to kiss her back harder or enjoy the extra comfort of a light kiss.
As she thought, Sadness responded just as lightly. This was a different kind of kiss for her than the feverish scrambling she'd done before. This was something she intended to savour.
When she finally finished kissing her, Sadness let out a soft little moan.
“Oh that feels amazing” she cooed. In response, she nuzzled her neck and planted a little kiss just above her hairline and whispered “I can make it feel even better.”
Without waiting for a response, Joy brought her middle finger down to join her index finger and began making little circular motions, maintaining the slow pace she'd been using before.
Now Sadness started breathing heavily, occasionally pushing back against her fingers just a little and holding her just that little bit harder.
Right now she should be experiencing a more continuous kind of pleasure, Joy thought to herself.
She moaned again, closing her eyes now to focus more on the feeling.
“You're doing great, Sadness” she said, using her free hand to play with her breasts.
She could feel her starting to get caught up in the fever now,  moving her hips just a little in time with her finger movements.
Smiling with pride at her, Joy began to speed up the little circles and apply just a little more pressure, so as to start bringing her closer to orgasm now that she was entirely at ease.
“Oh that feels so good” Sadness said, her breathing now unsteady and her legs spread out wide to allow her better access.
She was really starting to reach a fever pitch now: no longer was she intermittently letting out little groans and sighs of passion – with each little circle, her breathing became more and more erratic and her little noises became more frantic and frequent.
With each little yelp and gasp, Joy rewarded Sadness with a kiss along her neck, until she was sure she was on the very verge of climax.
Sadness now gasped for breath and clutched at her desperately, all but flailing around for something to help herself cope with the now all but overflowing sensations and Joy pulled herself in closer to her in order to give her that little extra to grip on to.
All she needed was a little encouragement to send her over the edge. That little bit extra that can't be delivered with a finger.
“Come on Sadness, you're almost there, just let it all out for me, I know you can do it”
Sadness began letting out a long, continuous howl and Joy kept going, rotating her fingers just that little bit faster to help her, “that's it girl! let it all go!” she cried as Sadness' howl got higher
“I love you Sadness”
And with that, Sadness completely lost all control, bucking her hips with force and wailing like a siren, she let out a string of barely comprehensible exclamations lasting for longer than Joy would have thought possible with only one lungful of air, before finally gasping for breath and going limp.
Satisfied that Sadness had experienced the very last throes of her orgasm now, Joy kissed her again, long and hard.
And when she finished, Sadness just looked up at her and whispered “that was amazing, do you want me to do that to you?”

Joy's heart skipped a beat; she'd only wanted to show her the room and give her some physical love.
In all likelihood, Sadness deciding to reciprocate was probably more likely than not (if, in her planning, she'd anticipated Sadness agreeing to her proposal at all) but nonetheless, she'd only really expected her to take the affection, not give it back in any way.
A whisper of indecision crossed her mind and Joy initially raised a hand to wave off her offer, even going as far as to open her mouth to formulate a polite refusal, but just before she uttered a syllable, a better idea popped into her head.
“Not quite” she said, following it up quickly with “shuffle your cute little body down there and I'll tell you what to do.”
She pointed to her feet.
Sadness nodded and crawled her way down to Joy's feet, whereupon she spread her legs apart for her, revealing her vagina to her.
She made a little gesture and Sadness moved up closer to the centre of her legs, advancing slowly until Joy could feel her breath on its outer folds, whereupon she held her hand up for her to stop.
“That's close enough” she assured her, relaxing a little more on the duvets, “just lick it a little for me, that'd be great.”
She watched as Sadness moved a little closer and bumped her glasses on her left leg. Instantly she backed off and looked startled, but she just chuckled at it.
“Don't worry, my little blueberry, try again, come on, I bet you'll be great”
Sadness leaned in again, lifting her head up a little more this time to avoid bumping her glasses, until she got close enough to touch her vagina with her tongue.
The feeling of Sadness' tongue making contact was just thrilling and Joy had to all but force herself not to squeal from the sheer concept alone, but as Sadness went on, she found that the feeling was a little duller than she expected.
Of course - Sadness had probably never so much as accidentally rubbed herself against something in the right way, how could she possibly know what to do?
“That's really nice” she began (it wasn't a lie, it felt great regardless of her obvious inexperience)  “try going a little higher up,  that's where all the magic's at.”
Diligently, Sadness moved her head up a little bit further and, sure enough, now her tongue found its mark.
And it felt utterly amazing.
“aaaahhh, that's the stuff” she sighed as Sadness tentatively licked at her.
Her tongue was wide, soft and relatively flat at the end, which meant that while she didn't quite get the laser-point accuracy she'd hoped for, it had the wonderful effect of spreading the sensation across her entire genital region.
In a single well-placed movement, she could make what might otherwise be a sharp and almost startling impulse fell like her crotch was simply melting with the pleasure.
She took long and soft vertical strokes at her, just like she'd done with her finger earlier and now she was thankful that Sadness had decided to reciprocate.
She put a hand down and placed it on Sadness' head so as to play gently with her hair as she felt her tongue working its magic on her, “oh that's so good” she moaned “just a little faster please, you're doing really well.”
As requested, she sped up slightly, treating Joy to the unmistakable feeling that marked the transition from pleasant feelings to something more powerful beginning to mount.
She felt herself starting to lose control. It came slowly at first; just tiny little pulses of warmth running through her body, but over time, they began to get more frequent as Sadness kept going, allowing herself to sink into a rhythm that allowed her to focus better on those stray, savage waves of pleasure.
She felt another come and involuntarily pushed her vagina into Sadness' face a bit, startling her a little but not interrupting her in any meaningful way.
Without realising it, she had begun to let out little mewling sounds as she continued, then, almost without her noticing, Sadness began making circles with her tongue.
Aww, she was using her initiative, she felt a little proud of her for that.
Now she'd moved from a steady and predictable pattern to one that gave her an almost constant stream of pleasure, Joy no longer felt like she was in control.
Right now, she was at the mercy of Sadness' tongue, which now felt like it was boring its way into her and slowly turning her insides into warm syrup.
“Oooh, that's perfect. Keep going, I'm nearly there.”

She was still reeling from the force of her orgasm earlier, but now Sadness found her heart racing again at the thought of doing to Joy, just what she'd done to her earlier, albeit through a different technique.
Joy tasted funny – she'd expected her intricacies to taste salty, or slightly tart, but instead Joy tasted like sour sweets, with a bizarre, tiny electrical impulse, like licking a really flat battery.
Which wasn't to say it was in any way unpleasant – in many ways the mere taste of her sweetheart was something to behold, but now she noticed something beyond just how soft and alluring her vagina was, or how perfect Joy's figure was, or even the movement of her hair as she squirmed.
What she noticed, was that the light in the den had began to get brighter, and that light wasn't coming from outside.
Her tongue was a little tired by now, having only been used for talking and the occasional tear-filled breakdowns before, but she kept going as reliably as she could, hoping that what she imagined was going to happen would happen.
Joy now squirmed to and fro and she had to move around quite a bit to avoid getting her glasses knocked, but through sheer willpower, she managed to keep a steady rhythm on Joy, watching her and trying her best to work out if she needed any extra stimulation.
She was pushing quite hard on her head now and in response, she pushed forward a bit, burying her face in Joy's crotch in order to get her over that precious last hurdle.
Now the light outside practically disappeared, blotted out by the light from inside.
Light with a strong blue colour.
Joy began gasping and Sadness felt her vagina itself quivering as she got closer and closer to orgasm, all the while the light got brighter and brighter until Joy's glow engulfed everything like the light from a raging inferno.
And finally, she heard Joy let go.
With an almighty series of spasms, Joy's entire lower body bounced and shook and she had to grip her lover tightly to make sure she didn't end up being hurt, while she heard a long and monotone cry that could only belong to her, but she didn't see anything, because she'd closed her eyes to shield herself from the light that she was emanating.

For about twelve seconds, Joy gave out more light than a dying star.

For about two hours, the two of them lay next to each other, not a word between them, just sheer, perfect, incorruptible bliss.
Eventually, Joy took Sadness by the hand and led her up to headquarters, where the dream was till playing and Riley was now in the middle of a meadow.
With a little flick of the control panel, Joy sealed the central nervous system off and sat down in the little seat that  Fear often used.
“Well, goodnight I guess” she sighed, now a little sad herself, to see Sadness heading up to bed.
“Goodnight” replied Sadness, giving her a little wave and a heartwarming smile.
She watched Sadness heading up the ramp and walking around the bedrooms to the door on the side of the bedroom complex.
She watched sadness give her one last gaze, then turn around.
And in that instant, Joy felt one last impulsee.
“Say, Sadness”
She stopped with a finger on the doorhandle and looked round slowly.
“Yes Joy?”
“don't suppose you fancy keeping an eye on Riley's dream with me?”

And with that, Sadness rushed down the ramp again and hugged her tightly.
“I'd love to” she said.