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Castile leaned out the window as best she could, waving to Marona as she departed. Once the green haired girl was gone from her sight, Castile let out a small sigh. Every time Marona visited her, it made her so happy, but at the same time a little sad. As bright and cheerful as her friend always acted, Castile knew that her life was anything but easy...yet at the same time, Castile would be very tempted to trade places with her, because no matter what hardships she faced, she was still able to experience so much more.

Out of the corner of her eye, Castile could see her wheelchair resting against the wall. In a way she almost hated it. In it she could leave her room and house, achieve some tiny degree of freedom, but she was still trapped, and its very existence was a reminder of that even as it provided her best chance to mimic the regular freedoms that so many other people took for granted. Trapped in her own frail body...though her legs worked, she was far too weak to go anywhere without it. The closest she got to having any sort of adventure were the stories Marona would share with her. Every time she heard one, she would close her eyes and imagine that she was there, fighting alongside Marona and her phantoms. While most people were afraid of them, Castile was not. After all, for most of her life she had been very close to death herself.

When she thought about it, that was probably why most people feared the young Chroma. Her power made them think of a mortality that they would rather ignore. But to Castile, the idea held little weight. Quite the opposite, in fact. To become a phantom would mean shedding away the weakness of her physical self, and in a way, to have the freedom that she had always wanted...and a chance to be with Marona all the time.

Shaking her head a bit, Castile tried to dislodge the thoughts from her mind. She had no desire to die at all. But staying with Marona all the time was still...very appealing. Helping her out with her work, sharing meals together, perhaps even a bed...

The last thought brought a faint blush to the young girl’s face. Between Marona’s visits, Castile had very little to do aside from read, and a few weeks ago she had found a book that had some rather adult stories in it. Ever since then, she been thinking things that she knew she shouldn’t.

Most of them were simple fantasies, recreating passages from the book with herself taking the place of one of the characters, but others were far more elaborate. Some were so real that she could scarcely believe they were merely fantasy. Many...most involved Marona.

As she recalled them, Castile could feel the familiar heat building in her belly, and following into the rest of her body. Her face, already flushed, grew a few shades brighter as she slid her hand under her blankets. Already there was a slight dampness soaking through her gown.

Looking to her door, she strained her ears. She could hear the faint clatter of pots as her mother worked in the kitchen. Certain that she would not be disturbed for a while, the young girl slowly began to rub herself through the layers of fabric.

Even through her clothing, the pleasurable sensations were incredible, and she could feel herself growing hotter by the second. After a few moments, she shifted her weight as best she could and gently tugged down her panties. Stopping for a moment, she held her breath to listen for the sound of her mother's footsteps. When no sounds came, she continued.

Using her fingers, she lightly spread her lower lips. Biting back a small moan, she started stroking, moving up and down. As she did, she let her mind drift away...

*Marona, sitting beside her, a look of embarrassed excitement as she watched, her own hand drifting towards herself. The brunette leans forward and catches her friend's lips in a light kiss, as she grabs her wrist and pulls it to her chest. At the same time, Castile slides her own hand to the small bud of her breast, and gently cups it. The feeling of her nipple hardening against her fingers making everything so much more intense. She speeds up her fingers as they work at her quim.

The kiss breaks and now they are no longer in her room, they are on a beach, the warmth of the sun washing over their bare bodies as the waves gently lap at their feet, almost tickling them. Castile's head now rests on Marona’s thighs, while her cute feet are busy stroking Castile's outer lips and clit, bringing her closer to the edge...*

“Castile, dear, are you alright?”

The sound of her mother's voice brought the girl back to reality. “Y...Yes, I’m fine!” Castile answered back, doing her best to keep her voice steady.

“I thought I heard you tossing and turning,” her mother said, her footsteps growing closer.

“I...I just had a dream. I’m fine.”

There was a moment of silence. “Alright then. But you call if you need anything, okay?” !nd with that, her mother walked away. Castile took a few deep breaths, and soon she was able to return to her fantasy.

*They are no longer at the beach, now they are deep in a forest. Marona is lying on her back, nude, legs splayed, exposed to Castile completely. Even though she had never seen the other girl naked, Castile had seen herself and her mother enough times that it was easy enough to picture.

Her flat chest rising and falling with each breath, a few wispy hairs along her crotch just enough to hint at the beginnings of puberty...Marona is so pretty. Castile would lift one of her legs up and press against her, the smoothness of her skin contrasting with the grass beneath them. She would start slowly, grinding her hips with deliberate motions, each bit of contact sending jolts of pleasure through each of them. With every second their moisture would mix and make it slicker and easier...*

The thought of Marona cooing and moaning at her every touch soon proved to be too much for Castile. Her fingers dipped inside of herself very slightly, and she came. Digging her fingers into the sheets, she pulled a pillow over her mouth to keep from crying out.

When the spasms ended, she brought her hand to her lips and licked a bit of the liquid from them. She wondered if Marona’s tasted different. One day, if she ever got better...she hoped to find out
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