The day (well, night) started with Marvus' concert.
You had a long night planned and wanted to start it off right. She seemed to notice you in the crowd as she started, and with a grin that could have made the Joker die of envy, beckoned you up onto the stage.
Evidently, she wanted to make this particular show one for the history books. She drew her sword cane, and the crowd cheered, evidently assuming you were about to be culled.
Far from it. A few swift slashes, and the only things cut were clothes. You and Marvus were both left naked in front of the entire crowd.
Normally you'd have probably died of the tense, nervous embarrassment of such a scenario; but Marvus' aura of confidence kept you going, and soon you found yourself thrusting into her, fucking the famous purple blood against the stage floor with every moan she made echoing over the speakers.
Like most meetups with Marvus, it was a blur of pleasure and excitement, but as you recall, the audience had started to pitch a fit over what they were seeing, but Marvus' influence was so effective that said riot ended up settling into a sort of mass orgy.
You wish you could have seen it, but weren't upset in the slightest that all your focus had been on Marvus.
The next event of the night was clown church. You had several friends there, and wanted to support their interests.
You didn't see any of them when you initially walked in, so just quickly took a seat to wait. You heard music, but couldn't identify the source with the various honks mixing with it.
Like it usually did, the sugary mist began lulling you into a trance; one so intense that you didn't even notice your pants being opened until you felt your member spring free and slap against something soft and pillowy. Opening your eyes, you found them locked with Gamzee.
She smiled up at you as she squeezed her plump breasts around your member beginning to stroke your length. You moaned happily, greeting her as she worked on your length.
Evidently she wanted another coating of 'paint' for her face, as she kept stroking your member with her tits until you spurting over her face, and made no attempt to clean it after you had. She sat up next to you, leaving her top off as well as the service started.
It was fucking weird as always, and you found your memories blinking in and out do the combination of sugar mist and faygo. You remember dancing, painting on the walls (with normal paints), even giving your own speech up on stage.
It was perhaps this last one that resulted in the next clear member you had; Chahut's titanic member pounding into your formerly tight ass as your tongue worked hard between Kurloz's legs.
The purple blood women moaned together happily as their hips bucked against you roughly.
You weren't sure how long you were with them. It could have been days, hours, or minutes. All you know is that your next fully lucid memory was the feeling of soft tongues working along your member.
Snapping to reality, you looked around and realized you were at Barzum and Baizli's.
The walk through the forest and the fresh air must have cleared your head a bit, though how you'd gotten passed the killer plant life was beyond you.
Speaking of Barzum and Baizli, they were the source of the pleasure you were feeling, the tongues of the little cuties working along your length together, in perfect harmonious sync. You shuddered, cumming onto both of their faces, the twins giggling together before licking one another clean.
You laid back, panting heavily as the two of them crawled up onto you, Barzum tight little nook over your mouth as Baizli's tight butt worked down onto your member. You groaned against Barzum's slit, and tended to the two of them eagerly. With the haze that the church had given you gone, you found yourself weirdly energetic instead of tired.
The two of them switched places several times before they were satisfied, both getting forehead kisses and head pats before you headed out. On your way back to town though, you heard a familiar honking voice.
Shortly after hearing it, you found a familiar cute butt poking through the tall grass.
You still couldn't fully understand Karako's honks, but after several attempts to let him know you were present, only for his exposed butt to seemingly wiggle for you while he pretended not to know you were there, you picked up on the fact that he probably did know, and this may well have been an offer.
Taking him up on it, you took hold of his hips. They immediately pushed back, slamming onto your length hard. You yelped, hardly needing to move at all as Karako pumped himself aggressively back and forth.
Amazing as it felt, you got a cold chill of fear as you heard Bronya calling out to Karako in the distance...