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If you told Nat six months ago that she'd win championships she would've asked you to share what you're smoking. If you told Nat six months ago she'd survive a plane crash she'd tell you you drank too much. Now, if you'd told Nat six months ago she'd be standing in a strange dead guy's attic with Coach Martinez's son and Lottie fucking Matthews kissing on their knees in front of her, then-- well then she'd fucking laugh. But here she is. The room bends into a prism of colors and blur in the edges of her vision, but she's acutely aware of the scene unfolding in front of her. Natalie stands in the middle of the small room with her shoulders relaxed into a slump, the thin straps of her dress handing loose. The left strap is so low it rests against her elbow, the front of the dress bowing to show the cup of her blood red bra. In front of her Travis is on his knees with one of his hands grasping the back of her right thigh, but his other hands is weaving into the knotted curls at the back Lottie's head as she smashes their lips together with a nearly unnatural hunger. Carefully Nat sinks to her knees to join them. She's confused, wondering if this is all the work of the mushrooms someone put in the stew, but also she's so fucking turned on. Natalie's hand runs softly over Lottie's exposed shoulder, the other holding Travis's free hand to her own rapidly beating heart. "Lottie.." Her voice comes as a needy rumble, her head spins. Lottie pulls away from Travis to look at Natalie with pupils so wide her eyes are nearly solid black. "Nat." She breathes leaning forward to kiss the crook of the blonde girl's neck. Travis follows her lead, kissing the other side. Natalie moans and throws her head back. "Oh, god.." Lottie briefly disappears and Travis takes over laying Nat on her back softly and kissing down her body, tearing her dress off as he reaches her thighs. The brunette reappears in just her underwear, sitting on the heals of her feet behind Nat's head and guiding her to use her lap as a pillow while Travis continues. Travis pushes himself to his knees and shucks his shirt off before unzipping his jeans and pulling himself out. "Travis, give our girl what she needs." Lottie's voice coos as her fingers dance through Nat's hair. Natalie nods, "Please." Travis nods back and helps Nat out of her underwear before lining himself up at her entrance. "Oh, god, Nat.." he sighs as he pushes in, earning simultanious groans from the girls. "Travis!" Nat gasps as he bottoms out, squeezing her eyes shut. Lottie stares in awe at the scene before her, mesmerized by the hypnotic movements of Travis's hips and the sharp gasps he's pulling from Nat. She pushes her hands into the cups of the other girl's bra pinching and rubbing her nipples, exploring her breasts. "You're so fucking hot, Natalie.." she breaths. Nat whimpers. As Travis thrusts into the blond he pulls Lottie to him by the hair at the back of her neck, kissing her sloppily and speeding up his hips. Natalie is making a symphony of needy noises below them as she alternates between staring up at the two and shutting her eyes in bliss. Without braking her lips from the boy's Lottie braces her weight on one arm and reaches a hand forward to rub tight circles on Natalie's clit making the shorter girl shudder. "Cum for us, Nat." She speaks against Travis's shiny kiss-swollen lips and that's all it takes. Natalie arches her back and makes a short yelping sound as she clenches around Travis. He pulls out and allows Lottie to help her through her orgasm as he spills ropes of hot cum onto Nat's smooth stomach. "Fuck, Nat!" he growls, rolling onto the floor beside her. Natalie catches her breath and moves to her knees gently pushing Lottie to the floor. "Christ, Lot.." she gasps from above her before bowing her head to kiss her. Their lips meet and Lottie gasps almost as if she hadn't expected Nat to do that. She melts into the floor with a pleased hum. Natalie pulls away to take in Lottie's body, pulling her underwear off and tossing them at Travis's face. She laughs to herself before resuming the task at hand. "Lottie...you're beautiful." Natalie finds herself staring at the hair below Lottie's bellybotton, slack-jawed. It trails down to mix with the curly dark hair between her legs and it stirs something deep within Nat. "Fuck.." she whispers, lightly running her nails through the hair. Nat has seen so much of Lottie in the locker rooms after games, more than she ever thought she wanted to...but this was perfect. She knew Lottie hadn't had this hair before the crash. It would've shown under her jersey. Fuck the crash, fuck missing nationals, and fuck all this woo woo Wiccan bullshit they've been doing too. But, fuck, Natalie would sure as shit thank the wilderness for Charlotte Matthews' happy trail after this. She lays her palm flat against the hair of Lottie's stomach, "If we make it, Lot, promise me you'll fucking keep this." Lottie gasps at the touch and nods dumbfounded, "Yes- Yeah, Nat-" She gets cut off by her own moan as Natalie gets down to kiss Lottie's heat, quickly escalating to long slow licks. The brunette grasps at Natalie's hair holding her desperately as if she'd want to leave. "So pretty like this, Lottie.." Travis's voice carries from beside her as he sits up and lets his hand roam across her chest. She turns to look at him with her lips red from biting back pathetic sounds. All of their heads are cloudy, swimming, running on emotion and fermented berries. Travis swears he can see this thin vibrating line connecting the three of them. Lottie's tall, tanned, gorgeous body arching her wetness into Nat's eager mouth. Fuck, and Natalie. So hot, all pale soft skin and a creeping blush redder than her bra that's long been discarded somewhere i the room around them. He has a brief moment of clairty wondering how the fuck he got here, the two hottest girls on Wiskayok Highs soccer team naked and panting before him, bodies twisting together like this whole shit storm was meant to happen just to ignite this moment. Three feelings stir within Travis at this moment: desire, confusion, and raw gut-wrenching love. Tomorrow is going to be the weirdest day of his life, but tonight is exactly what it's meant to be. He can feel it. Travis's slack-jawed revelations reach a stopping point when a sharp gasp and a long moan escape Lottie's parted lips. She cums against Nat's mouth. Natalie sits back on her bare ass and wipes her face. They all take a moment to breathe. "This is who we're meant to be." Lottie speaks. Natalie braces herself for bullshit wilderness talk, "Let me guess, it wanted us to fuck?" she sighs. "No, Nat. I did." Travis feels words bubble up his throat before he can stop them, "I-I love you. Both. Both of you. I think." His eyes dart around the room, "Does everything look like a kalidescope to anyone else?" Lottie and Nat burst into laughter. "Oh my god," Nat laughs, "Misty totally fucking drugged the soup." Her face relaxes quickly though, it's as if she just heard Travis's words. Like they're on opposite ends of an echo-y tunnel and they finally bounced at her. "I love you too." She says at Travis, but squeezes Lottie's hand. Lottie responds by calmly sitting up and placing a gentle hand over both of their hearts and then over her own. The morning will bring alot of things for all of the survivors. Hangovers, hazy memories, and the wildest post-nut clairity of a life time. Hell, it might even bring the most unlikely power couple the Canadian wilderness has ever seen.