Joy in Sadness mirror

It's no small matter, being trapped in the grey matter of a young girl. Especially not when that young girl is going through a terrible pre-teen crisis that could unravel the very fabric of her being. Joy and Sadness were two beings in such a predicament; they were forced to traverse the Long-term memory expanses that made up the majority of this girl's brain in order to return to Headquarters to reverse yet ANOTHER self-destructive course Riley had been set upon in their absence.

To say it was a desperate time for them both would be a gross understatement. Joy, the being in charge of controlling Riley's ability to feel and express happiness, was the most outwardly affected by their situation, even if she tried to sugarcoat it with smiles and cheerfulness. While not yet in the clasps of hopelessness, the emotion once again felt dangerously close to that horrible abyss. Yet, and thankfully for Riley, her drive to push on and see the best in everything meant the slog to HQ would not be ending just yet. Joy had another plan to put into action; they would wake Riley using a Dream Production's famed "SleepMax" camprojector, which would restart the Train of Thought and allow the two one last shot at getting home, and to Riley. It felt like a retreading of their past sojourn through the

The being that controlled Riley's ability to feel and express sadness, was the eponymous Sadness, Joy's companion on this (thus far) haphazard journey. Her demeanor was her namesake—she was timid, sheepish, unsure of herself, and perpetually blue. However, the gravity of their passage through Long-term forced her to push her own feelings to one side so she could be strong for Joy and Riley. Riley could never be happy without Joy at the helm of her Mind Console, and Sadness's love for her being overcame any misgivings the emotion had about herself, or what others thought of her.

As the two aimlessly wandered through the premises of Dream Production's bustling thoroughfares, Joy squinted and eyed the various structures that vaulted above them. "So... where's the studio that'd be broadcasting tonight?" Joy voiced, mostly to herself.

"Well, there's usually a big red light outside a door that glows and says "On Air"... if you've forgotten since last time." explained Sadness with some exhaustion. Thanfully for Joy, Sadness was the only emotion that took time to read the vital Mind Manuals that explained the inner workings of Riley's brain, so the dour little emotion was, for now, indispensable to Joy. Armed with information, Joy's blue eyes darted about the studio and fixated on a red glow that emanated from behind a strange bridal pixie who was exclaiming something about not being in correct wardrobe. As the odd dream extra ran wailing to another odd creature that looked like a cross between a jelly bean and an amoeba, the thing emanating the red glow could now be seen clearly: "On Air"

"OH GOODY THERE IS IS!" Joy hopped with glee, "Now we just have to wake her up."

After the third attempt, and this time with much more support from the Dream Production staff, Joy flapped into a chair with dejection. "Why are none of these nightmares waking her up?" exhaled Joy, brow furrowed and shoulders slumped.

"Maybe they're not scary enough. Riley is thirteen now, she's a lot braver than she used to be."

Joy considered Sadness's words. The diminutive emotion was onto something here: Fear, another emotion in charge of guiding Riley through life, had taken to being more passive with regards to his input on the console, since Riley now had better understanding of her proportions and what was and wasn't physically dangerous. He would typically interrupt mainly if Riley was on an emotionally-dangerous path. Perhaps to compound the problem, Sadness theorized, it seemed likely he was not in charge of Dream Duty for tonight. Joy nodded, realizing this had to be the case; "Who is doing it tonight, then?" Joy asked quietly, secretly hoping it was not Anger, who was impossible to spook, scare, frighten or terrify.

"I..." said Sadness until she paused, because at that exact moment the two emotions exchanged a knowing glance. "... Disgust" they declared in unison.

"So... how do we wake up Riley if Disgust is in charge?" Sadness wondered, honestly feeling completely out of her depth. The Mind Manuals hadn't really delved into much detail regarding what a nightmare really is, only that scary ones usually had the highest probability of waking the subject. She felt lost in Riley's mind, for the first time in a long time, and it was making her anxious. Joy, also deeply confounded, joked "Maybe if we had some broccoli..." but even she, the embodiment of mirth and elation, couldn't bring herself to laugh. "Joy, this is serious." Sadness gently berated. She flicked her bangs away from her right eye so she could better stare at Joy and perhaps show the golden human-esque being how serious she was. The two emotions, silently accepting they would have a better idea of how to wake Riley if they investigated their environment for props and whatnot, quietly set to work.

"Found anything?" Joy shouted over her shoulder as she rummaged through a dress rack looking for something garish. "Uh... Joy... HELP" came a fretful loud squeak. "Are you ok?" Joy yelled as rushed over to help her friend who, visibly no worse for wear, stood shivering on the spot, pointing at something. "What is it..."

It was something Joy felt was familiar, but for reasons she couldn't understand. "It's disgusting! Get it away from meeee!" Sadness panicked, fanning herself with her hands for some odd reason. "What, this thing?" Joy chuckled as she picked up the... "Oh my god GROSS!" Joy threw the thing across the room. It was, as Joy now remembered, a strap-on. It must have come from the Design Dept's Memory Team, tasked with turning objects of interest into tangible objects for Dream Production to use in their shows, with a view to storing the object in Long-term and Imagination Land. And this particular object came from Riley's first and tentative foray into the seedy adult world of the internet.

"Joy, it's from that video!" Sadness said with a gag."

Yeah, I know, it's..." The two emotions looked at each other again, and in tandem they said "Gross."

"That's IT!" Joy celebrated. "We have to get DP make one of those videos, but IN the dream! that will wake Riley up for sure, because Disgust is in charge!"

"Joy... None of the DP guys are here anymore." echoed Sadness's voice. Joy looked up to see an empty room, and she and Sadness listened as footsteps echoed into the distance, with the sudden slam of a door being the studio staff tacitly telling the two "you're on your own". "Joy, what now?"

Joy bit her bottom lip in furtive contemplation, thinking how they'd do this. "We have to." she finally concluded. Sadness's expression, at first incredulous, turned to shock, then to the horror of realization. "N-n-no." said the emotion as she buried her face into the turtleneck of her sweater, as if the blackness of her hiding would save her from the necessity of their predicament.

"Sadness... I'm so sorry but we've got no other choice." Joy comforted her. "This is the only way we can get back to Riley."

Sadness, breathing ragged from apprehension, merely nodded as her eyes welled with tears. She pulled herself up from her slump and wandered over to the set, where she mutely moved around some props and equipment and arranged an area where the two emotions would... engage in something Sadness was not looking forward to. Joy assisted Sadness a little before the two emotions processed their impending act "So, do you want to wear the-" Joy began before Sadness cut her off. "No- I mean, I... I don't know." Sadness sniffed as tears rolled down her puffy flushed cheeks. "Y-you should do it. I can't move, I'm too scared."

Joy, knowing that this was the only way, gritted her teeth and lifted her dress to reveal frilly pink and blue underwear, which she removed. Her crotch was much like the rest of her body, brimming with golden energy, but Sadness noticed something else. It looked like the strap-on the two were flustering over earlier, but it naturally protruded from Joy's flesh. "Is that..." Sadness gulped at the sight. "Yeah. I'm sorry."

"You're a..."

"Yes. I'm sorry I didn't say any-."

"...it's okay. I-I guess it doesn't change anything." interrupted Sadness with forced acceptance.

As Joy continued disrobing, she saw Sadness sheepishly watching her. Dread was etched over the poor thing's face as though a macabre artist had decided to perform a character study of someone first experiencing the obscene. "Sadness, you... you need to take those off." Joy muttered under her breath, trying to hide her fluster. Sadness croaked a little, but reservedly she did as told. Truth be known, Joy was actually feeling excited. As Sadness removed her sweater to reveal her soft blue flesh and supple breasts and cute potbelly, Joy felt herself breathing grow heavier, harsh and at equal intervals, like those women in the video were. Is this what Riley experienced watching that video? Excitement? Is that what those women felt before they... Joy thought to herself.

Joy felt herself twinge and her bloodflow increased as she silently watched Sadness remove her leggings. She, rather oddly according to Joy, was not wearing underwear like Joy was. Her crotch was darker than the rest of her body, and her slit was a deep pink which bifurcated the surface of her blue skin. Her vulva, Joy found herself thinking, were a little swollen, but they looked adorable. Small strands of dark blue hair decorated the region like they were the frame to a wonderful sexual painting. "I-I'm ready." stuttered Sadness, meek with fear.

"This doesn't have to be bad for us, Sadness," Joy mentioned with a caring tone. Sadness, who clearly wanted it over and done with, simply nodded and lied down, legs spread and drawn close to her hips, her emotionhood on full display. Joy's breathing was rapid and harsh now, she wanted this so bad. So bad, in fact, that she was fully erect well before the two had begun anything. But they were about too, and Joy couldn't wait. She crouched and crawled over to Sadness, who was sobbing quietly.

Joy eyed the blue emotion's body again, drinking her in like she were a beautiful carnal sculpture; breathing in her mild flowery scent, caressing her soft, supple flesh, feeling the soft velvety texture of her crotch; tasting her, nibbling her, biting her, sucking small blemished of blood to the surface of her blueberry dermis. Joy's throbbing member was dripping with precum, and it twitched with every heavy beat of her heart. "I'm going to..."

Joy waited for Sadness to acknowledge her with permission, but nothing was returned. "Sadness?"

"Yes." she managed to squeak. "Please, hurry."

As Joy placed the purple tip of her golden penis against the soft pink opening of Sadness's cute pussy, she glanced over to the Sleep-Awake meter and noticed it was hovering around the center. Joy, knowing that Sadness knew their plan was working, committed to it fully and then thrust herself inside her friend.

Sadness yelped as a sharp bolt of pain traveled through her small body. Her eyes, streaming with tears now, were closed tight and her jaw was gritting hard enough for teeth to crack, but thankfully her buckteeth didn't contact each other. Joy was also in pain. Her friend was dry and the friction was causing all manner of discomfort to them both. Joy looked down at their connected crotches and noticed a small amount of blood on her cock. Sadness's virginal emotionhood was now deflowered. The Sleep-Awake machine suddenly twitched closer to the Awake mark, but there was more to do.

Joy began to thrust into her friend, who whimpered with each thrust. "Sadness, are you ok?"

"No..." the emotion bawled, clearly in agony. "It hurts! Please, please stop."

Joy couldn't abide the begging—they needed to awaken Riley, but secretly she was enjoying the warmth and velvety walls of Sadness's insides. "I'm sorry." was all Joy could manage before she continued thrusting. The wet slops were signs of more blood leaking from Sadness, but it was providing rudimentary lubrication. Joy, hoping she could engage with her terrified and agonized friend, grabbed her cheeks and planted their lips together in a passionate kiss. Sadness wide-eyed with shock, mumbled unintelligibly as Joy continued to kiss and thrust in and out of fuck Sadness.

Sadness, finally feeling a little more at ease as the pain in her crotch abated, felt her resistance and tension slackening as Joy's smooth lips pressed into her own, and she felt the tall, golden emotion place her tongue into the mouth of embodiment of gloom. It was warm, and sticky; it was amazing. Sadness used her own tongue to taste her friend's, and the two emotion's oral muscles cavorted with each other in an odd undulation. For the first time also, Sadness felt her crotch stop hurting entirely, which opened her up to a new sensation: pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked into the cyan eyes of her companion, and they stared at each other for a moment. Joy retracted from the kiss and looked at her friend. "You... ok?"

Sadness, not wanting to ruin the moment with her friend's expression of doubt, grabbed Joy by the shoulders and pulled her back in for another passionate exchange of oral fluids. She gasped a little as Sadness raised her stubby legs and placed them around Joy's hips and pulled her in a little, gripping her. "Don't stop." Sadness huffed into the ears of her friend. Joy, now aware of her friend's enjoyment, thrust a little harder and faster. Both of them were emitting audible moans and huffs as their bodies synchronized. Sadness's crotch was no longer wet with virginal blood, but of other fluids. Joy's cock slid in and out much smoother now, and the sensation was doubled in intensity. Sadness, likewise, felt Joy's cock even more. Her vagina walls tightened around her friend's member both of them feeling a surge in energy and ecstasy as their bodies craved each other more with every passing second.

"Sadness... I'm about to..." Joy said as her thrusting slowed but increased in force. They both glanced at the Sleep-Awake dial, which was teetering on the edge of Awake, knowing that they were as close to their finish as Disgust was to her being able to take any more of this display.

Joy moved to pull out, but Sadness's legs clasped her harder; "NO DON'T! You... have to... do it in me! Please! Do it INSIDE ME!!" she wailed as Joy's cock bulged at the near-point of release. Joy screamed as her body unleashed a torrent of pleasure all throughout her body as well as a torrent of something fiercely hot and thick, deep inside Sadness. Sadness felt her body quake as her own release came, her vagina suckling Joy's cock for every drop of the emotion's love fluids. The squirts and spews smacked Sadness's deepest parts with every spasm of Joy's shaft and Sadness spasmed in synchronicity.

"Joy..." Sadness moaned as yet another thick gush of love juice exploded into her, and she pulled her friend in for a intense kiss. They struggled to breathe but it didn't matter, their bodies were wracked with pleasure and they could barely move a muscle, save for the ones that counted.

Suddenly, a klaxon bell screamed and the studio lights burst into life: "That's it guys. Riley's awake. Time for afternoon break." a voice bellowed over a loudspeaker.

Joy and Sadness exchanged an awkward glance as suddenly they heard another noise: the horn of a train departing its station.

"We've missed the train, haven't we." they both said.