Tier 3+ 🤰 Melody of the Stars Part II, Giveaway Winner & Commissions

Hey everyone! Here's your todays loot!

2) OC commission for romeo38867801, winner from last twitters giveaway!🌻
3) OC commission for HidonRedux, the other winner! 🍁
4) OC sketch pack commission for ShadowAmelia!
5) OC commission for Tyrzu!
6) Commission for ZeMank, humanized Rarity and Applejack from MLP.
7) Sketch pack commission of Heather from Silent Hill!
8) Tae Takemi from Persona 5, for Commission for Cobalt!
9) Amora the Enchantress commission!
10) Melody being exhausted and " friend".

As a follow up to last weeks story, have part II! We're so delighted that you guys seem to enjoy Melody so much!!!

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Melody of the Stars

Story written by  RoseVirage

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Act 2

When they entered a cozy corner in the hotel’s lounge, Melody guided Mary a cozy sofa. One gladly  followed her lead, her behaviour was naturally confident. Even dominant, in a very pleasant way. It made it easy for Mary to comply.

The Magician took a seat in front of her, now presenting her intriguing body in full view.

Mary had to look away. Though, both to her delight and disfavor, the whole lounge was covered in mirroring walls and extra mirrors, so that the woman's reflection showed perfectly inside them. In many different perspectives, almost as if it was on purpose, so that Mary could take a good look at her without staring directly.

Melody, however, was not ashamed to keep her eyes on Mary, in a poised way.

“What can I get you?” she asked, completely ignoring the fact that Mary initiated the meetup.

“Any strong but sweet cocktail will do.” she answered, completely forgetting the fact herself.

The woman turned towards the waiter close to her and said, “Excuse me, garçon, one Golden Cadillac for the young lady here, and your Gin card, please.”

‘Garçon’, Mary thought. Not only was her look and car old fashioned, but her way of talking, too.

“I’m not a big fan of Gin” Mary commented shyly.

“That’s quite alright, love. I am.”

Mary stared at her in disbelief. She couldn’t help but to blatantly look at her clearly pregnant body, after such a statement.

“Is something the matter?” Melody asked, an amused look on her face.

Mary didn’t know how to react. She felt like a software that just faced an unknown error.

“But … you … shouldn’t you … not drink right now…?” she stuttered, confused.

“And why is that?” Melody answered relaxed, but curious and maybe a little provoking.

Mary started to sweat, glancing over to her presenting belly again, then in her face.

“I … Aren’t you … I mean ….”

“Yes?”

“I’m sorry if - I  … I, uh -”

Since there was music running in the background Mary wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard the Magician chuckle. She must have decided to not tortue Mary anymore, because she eventually said: “If it makes you feel better, I’ll gladly just take a cup of tea.”

Unable to answer, Mary just nodded, utterly confused. The woman didn’t act like she was pregnant at all, which made Mary think that she probably wasn’t - despite the huge, exhibit evidence bulging out in front of her, that was equivalent to the body of a maybe a pregnant woman in her seventh or eighth month. Yet, Melody did nothing to clear up any confusion. If anything, she seemed to be playing with Mary, and on top of that maybe even enjoying that.

When the “Garçon” came back with that cocktail she had never heard of before and a drink menu for her company, Melody ordered a cup of rooibos tea, much to Mary's relief.

While the magician poured milk and sugar - a lot of sugar - into her cup, Mary took the chance to look at her again.

Could it really be that she was something like… just… bloated? Or maybe an illness? Maybe it was a prosthetic for shows of some sorts? But maybe, foremost, it was none of Mary’s business in the first place, and she should neither assume, nor interfere.

What… what was she doing here, anyway? What did she expect to happen? She clearly hasn’t been able to think straight since the moment she first saw the Magician on stage.

She was a boring girl, nothing special about her. She was way too dutiful to be interesting. She was a no name next to such a star. Not even her body was what most people would consider exciting. All of the sudden, she felt like such a wallflower. A dumb one on top, getting involved in such a situation.

“You are more special than you think” Melody commented quietly while pouring what must’ve been her 4th pack of sugar into the tea.

Mary looked at her in shock. This was the second time Melody has reacted accordingly to Marys thoughts. Now she was almost sure that the Magician could read minds.

Melody raised her eyes and looked directly into Marys. Only now she realized that they were intensely brown, almost appearing red.

“You seem uncomfortable and insecure all of a sudden, unlike a moment before. Would you prefer we end our date now? My apologies, if I made you feel anything other than welcome.”

Date? Another shiver.
Mary lifted her hands conciliatorily.

“No, it was nothing you did. You’re just … so stunning and amazing. I feel like a nobody.”

The Magician’s face struck with a sudden afflicted look. She reached out and touched Mary's hand. Despite Melody wearing gloves, the contact felt intense and sent little bolts of lighting through Mary's nerve tracts.

“It pains me to hear that. Please don’t let either my appearance nor my status be in our way of communication, or of your worth. I assure you, you are somebody very special.”

Her heart pounded so loud that Mary was afraid her opponent would be able hear it.

“How could a woman like you find me special…?”

To her regret, Melody withdrew her hand. Though not in anger, but to take a sip of her sugary milk with a hint of tea.

“A woman?”, she asked interestedly.

Mary froze.

“Very peculiar. Most women see me as a man.”

The gears in Mary’s head seemed jammed and unable to properly process that new information. But despite being still overwhelmed by the situation, and much to her own surprise, she found the words to riposte: “So you see me as a woman, too?”

“Touché.”, Melody said, smiling approvingly. “So would you prefer me to not see you as a woman?”

Something about the magicing calling her “a woman” made Mary crave for… something. It touched her, again in a way she didn’t fully understand. She wanted to be a woman, for her, more than anything.

“Please do” she answered. Maybe a touch too demanding. “And… how should I refer to you, then…?” she quickly added.

“Whatever you want. I don’t care much about gender, my dear.”, Melody answered. “I am whatever you want me to be. If you see me as a woman, then by all means, do so. It’s quite interesting to be frank.”

Mary stared at the magician. What a strange mindset. But… how could somebody think of her as a man? Sure, she had a rather deep voice. And she was in a showbiz genre almost entirely dominated by men. She wore typical male clothes, no make-up and now that she thought about it, she did seem to have a very small bust, if any at all. Well … okay, that actually were many hints that could make people think of her as a man. Actually, the only thing that was remotely “female branded” was her haircut, a short, greyish-brown bob. But what about her belly? Or… might it be that it was actually some sort of, well… potbelly, like some men have? That would explain at least her - or his, or their - strange behavior.

“I see that you need a bit of time to evaluate. So I propose that we end our date.”, Melody gently observed. Maybe it was a trick to the ear or mind, but her - their - voice sounded more femine to Mary all of a sudden.

Her heart sank. She was indeed overwhelmed, but not ready to let go of the Magician yet, probably to never see her again. See them again. Damn it, this was confusing.

“To pick it up again at another time, if you’re willing to.”, Melody added.

Marys eyes lit up.

“Yes, please.”

Melody nodded. “I’d be my honor. How about next sunday, if you’re still in vegas then? Though I have one demand.” She looked at her, and the stern look on her face indicated that what she was about to say was important. “Promise me to not feel anything other than worthwhile and important because of me. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.”

“I promise”, Mary answered.

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