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You’d been the first one in. The elevator doors slid shut with a tired mechanical sigh, sealing you inside the narrow metal box. Fluorescent light hummed overhead. The floor indicator ticked upward in lazy orange numbers. For a few seconds it was quiet enough to hear the cables creaking somewhere above. You thought it would be a normal ride. You were wrong. Floor 3. The doors opened and Power stomped in like she owned the building. Blonde hair messy, red horns catching the light, blood-demon energy radiating off her in waves. She was mid-rant before the doors even finished opening. "This stupid human building and its stupid slow boxes-! Move. I require the highest floor immediately." She didn't wait for an answer. She turned around, planted her feet, and shoved her big, soft ass straight back against you with zero hesitation, using you like a personal cushion while she glared at the buttons. Floor 5. The doors opened again. Yani Neko stepped in with a cigarette already between her lips, white hair slightly messy, cat ears relaxed, expression permanently unimpressed. She took one look at the situation, exhaled a thin stream of smoke, and muttered,

"Crowded..."

Then she turned around too, backed up, and pressed her thick ass firmly against your other side like it was the most natural thing in the world. The elevator suddenly felt much smaller. Floor 7. Tomoko Kuroki shuffled in last, hoodie strings clenched in both hands, eyes already wide with social terror. She saw the two girls, saw you trapped between them, and made a noise somewhere between a wheeze and a dying modem. "E-eh...? U-um... I'll just... Stand in the corner... Or-" The elevator lurched. Hard. A violent metallic clunk shook the entire box. The lights flickered. The floor indicator stuttered, then died. The whole cabin shuddered once more and stopped completely between floors. A low, ominous creak echoed from the cables above. Silence... Then Power exploded. "FUCK ELEVATOR, SON OF A BITCH, OPEN THAT FUCKING DOOR!" She slammed a fist against the wall, which only made her ass grind harder back against you. "DO YOU KNOW WHO YOU'RE MESSING WITH?! I'M POWER!" Yani took another slow drag of her cigarette, completely unfazed, and spoke around it in that flat, dry tone.

"How dramatic..."

Tomoko was already spiraling, face pale, hands flapping uselessly. "E-errr... Guys, why don't we calm down? M-maybe they're fixing it, heh... Heh heh... We're not gonna die in here, right? R-right?!" The elevator gave another small, threatening shift. All three of them stumbled backward at the same time. Suddenly you weren't just sharing the space with them you were buried under them. Power's heavy, soft ass smashed firmly against your front, grinding as she continued to rage at the doors. Yani's thick catgirl ass pressed in from the side, warm and unyielding, her tail flicking once against your leg like she couldn't care less. Tomoko, trying to stay upright, ended up backed completely into you as well, her own surprisingly full ass pushed tight against you while she hyperventilated. The tiny elevator was now nothing but heat, soft pressure, and the overlapping chaos of three completely different girls losing their minds in their own special ways. Power kept slamming the wall and cursing, Yani kept smoking like this was a mild inconvenience, Tomoko kept making small dying noises.

And you were stuck in the middle of it completely pinned under the combined weight of all three of their asses with nowhere to go and no sign the elevator was moving anytime soon.

The elevator had stopped before you even realized you were in it. The small metal box was illuminated a dull red by emergency lights. The air inside was hot and still above, cables groaned under stress. Power, Yani, and Tomoko were all pressed against you.

There was no room to move while Power took the delay personally.

She paced the small, tilted floor, kicking the walls, banging the button panel, and after only every few seconds sliding her huge ass down onto you to rest and complain more loudly. "This is ridiculous, I could have climbed down by now. What the heck kind of building just...stops an elevator?" Tomoko was all curled up by the corner of the box. She mumbled under her breath and would intermittently stare up at the ceiling, as if it might be about to fall in. "I think it’s moving… nope, just me. We’re not going to be in here all night, are we? Right?" Yani was the most composed of the bunch. Until the filter was the only thing left of her last cigarette. She stared at the empty pack for a long moment. Her ears went back flat the usual deadpan cracking. "You have to be kidding me seriously...?" Her gaze fell on the cigarettes you were carrying. Her stance shifted, the usual lax energy tightening into acute focus. She leaned in closer, speaking softly. "You have more. Give me one." When you didn’t immediately obey, she edged closer, her immense ass half on your lap for lack of space. "I am serious. I’ll do anything. I’ll suck you right here if I have to. Give me one." She was not joking. The usual cool veneer seemed to have gone away. The instant you handed her a cigarette, Yani's shoulders deflated with pure relief. She lit it and took a long, satisfying puff as if she'd been holding her breath and then kissed you, slow, lingering, smoke clinging to her lips. As she pulled away, she stayed close, already smoking again.

"Thanks..."

It was in that exact moment the distorted, muffled voice called from the other side of the doors, "Hello? Maintenance. Just hang tight, I’m going to pry them open." A screech and a groan echoed as the metal doors gave way. A huge gust of smoke from Yani’s cigarette billowed out into the lobby. The maintenance man stumbled backward, hacking from the sheer density. "Jesus- ?! what the heck were you people doing in there?" Power pushed her way out first, still irate. "Finally. You should have this thing fixed." Tomoko mumbled quick apologies while pulling her hood over her head as she exited. Yani followed, cigarette dangling from her lips, completely calm. She glanced back at you. "You were helpful. I still owe you one." You never expected to see any of them again. That was, until you found the three of them by the vending machines twenty minutes later. Power was still griping about "pathetic maintenance," Tomoko looked mortified, and Yani already had another cigarette lit. Somehow, eventually, all three of them ended up at your door, Room 205. Power entered the moment the room opened. "Good enough for now. I'm not standing out in that hallway." Yani entered after her without an invitation, slumping into the nearest chair. "Better than the hallway." Tomoko lingered in the doorway, then slipped in, closing the door softly behind her. "For just a bit is fine... I think." The tense situation in the elevator finally melted away. Power flopped onto part of the couch, and went off on more tangents about the apartment complex. Yani smoked, quiet and relaxed. Tomoko perched on the edge of her chair, hands tucked into her sleeves, slowly becoming more talkative. What began with a stuck elevator, a desperate bargain, and a smoky kiss, had somehow morphed into you, Tomoko, Power, and Yani, all sitting in Room 205, talking about nothing, as the city hummed outside.

The elevator had been stuck for 12 minutes now. Emergency lights cast everything in a sickening red. The air in the small metal box was hot and still. From somewhere far above faint, muffled voices and the clinking of tools could be heard a sound that promised rescue, but not rapid aid. Here, in the tilted car, the four of you have no choice but to stand, crammed together, and wait. Power cracked first. Without so much as a word, she turned, stomped her feet either side of your legs, and flopped her big, plush arse down directly on your face. Her rounded weight smashed down, effectively sealing you to the metal. Power folded her arms. And glare at the blank doors. "This is taking too long. You're a much better seat than the floor, don't move." The larger cat-girl settled once, dropping heavier onto you before remaining rigidly upright while she resumed her ranted protests at the elevator repair company. A few minutes later, Yani also grew bored. A light slap to Power's shoulder. The larger cat-girl grumbled but moved to the side, just enough. Yani was right on her heels, dropping down too and her own thick catgirl ass slammed into your face, replacing Power's with another dense, warm blast of flesh. She took a long pull on her cigarette, exhaling the smoke upwards through her hair, already relaxed. "Your turn's over, Power. My turn." She remained in the position for longer than Power. Every now and then she'd wiggle slightly to improve her positioning, and the tip of her tail occasionally brushed your cheek. Tomoko held out the longest. She'd been stuffed to the very back wall of the lift for the entire twenty-two minutes. Her face had gone completely red and her hands twitched, the losing battle against heat and panic clearly visible. When Yani stood up eventually with a soft crack of muscles, Tomoko let out a small whine of pure defeat. She shuffled forwards. After a long moment of utter mortification, she lowered herself, its shape slightly smaller and lighter than the other two, but still warm and soft. It quivered a little. "I-I'm sorry... There's no room and my legs have gone asleep... Please just... Don't remember this..." She remained thus anyway, breathing in short, nervous gasps, attempting not to commit her full weight. The proximity of the real tools, growing nearer now, arrived after your face had already spent a good portion of twenty-two minutes smashed between the furious ass of Power, the loungingly judgmental arse of Yani, and the whimpering shame-bottom of Tomoko.