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"Time to wake up~"
Familiar fingers tousled my hair, scratching gently at my scalp while I took a deep breath in and checked back into my surroundings. The seatbelt was digging extra hard into my hips so I sat up and fumbled blearily with the buckle until I was freed.
"Did I sleep the whole way back?"
"Mhmm, and then some." Carolyn waved a snack bag. "I got you some badger nuggets. Are you ready to face the farm?"
I grumbled and scooted back toward the door. "Please don't make me carry in a gigantic green sex toy."
"That's already packed away, love. Here," she held out her hands and I let her help me down out of the truck.
I reached back in to get my hat and bag and took my time situating it in place before accepting the package of badger nuggets.
"Why am I so tired?" I prised the bag open and grabbed a handful of the puffy treat.
"Probably the crystal. I might have to re-evaluate my threat to keep it active until it's filled."
"Oh? Why the change of heart?"
"You remember when Mazer said he could fill one of these in a month? And that his loose original timeline would have been ten years to fill ten crystals?"
"No, but continue." I followed a step behind her as she led the way to the barn.
"You seem pretty severely drained from your session, and it's likely going to take dozens more sessions like that just to fill the first crystal."
"I guess it's a good thing you never tire of torturing me-- Hi Deyha!" I held up my arms as my beloved chimera greeted us at the front door.
"Hey baby, did you have a nice time at the vet?"
"Very funny." I dropped my arms. "Mazer is a normal human doctor. Or doctor for humans. Nevermind the whole demon business… I can get pregnant now!"
"Nice, nice. Have you decided on a sperm donor?"
I shrugged. "I dunno. Mazer seems nice enough. It would be a shame to rule him out."
"If you say so." Deyha knelt down to kiss me on the forehead, as if making an overture to drive home the height I'd lost. "You know, it's going to be pretty hard to keep up your milk production if you keep reducing your volume this way. Cows are notoriously big and yet you've only shrunk over the last year."
"I didn't plan on getting smaller."
"I'm sure you didn't." She cupped my cheek and I was startled as she slipped a thumb between my teeth when I opened my mouth to object.
"Whah ah ooh oohing?" I resisted the urge to shake her off but my only reward was her other thumb pulling at my cheek so she could get a better look.
"Teeth are a key indicator of health. It's only sensible to assess the quality of any stock with prospects of joining the herd."
I stepped back, bumping into Carolyn as I did. "Joining?"
"She has a point." Carolyn draped an arm around my shoulder as I wiped my mouth. "You're due for a checkup and we haven't even verified whether you still produce milk."
"You two…" I trailed off. I didn't have an argument for the logic. "Should we go to the bedroom then?"
"Since when are checkups performed in the bedroom?" Carolyn began walking us toward the barn but I resisted her usual fast paced walk.
"Since you started mixing clinical and bedroom talk. Regardless, I'm still tired and hungry so I don't expect to be a very interesting patient."
"Poor dear." Deyha leaned down to speak in my ear and before I could respond she was scooping me up into a familiar bridal-style carry.
Rather than object, I just held up a badger nugget for her as she played her favorite game: abduct the cow.
"What would you like to eat?"
"Mhmm… whatever human food we have on hand should be good. I'm not totally sure I still have a herbivore gut."
"Then let's get you a mug of butternut squash soup." Deyha hit the button for the door with her hip and maneuvered me over the threshold.
"Holy shit!"
I groaned as Deyha turned us towards the source of the exclamation.
I hadn't really believed I would be able to sneak into the farm and lay low for the evening, but I had hoped to make it a little further than the door.
"Hey Xander."
"When the fuck did all of this happen?" She crowded my personal space as Deyha set me back down.
"Today. Side effects of my fertility treatment."
"Holy shit…" she repeated as I took off the enchanted hat. "How is this possible?"
"I made a deal with a demon."
"Oh… oh my… what did it cost?" Xander's expression of awe sobered in an instant, replaced by a weird mix of suspicion and pity.
I shrugged. "Ten years of my life. Not so bad if I'm functionally immortal now."
I smirked as she seemed to believe me for an instant before looking past me to Carolyn.
"How much did it actually cost?"
Carolyn shrugged as well. "Ten years might be accurate, but hey, at least it doesn't cost us her firstborn."
Xander's eyes narrowed and she looked at Deyha. "Are they for real?"
She held up her hands. "I wasn't there, don't ask me."
I patted my pockets before opening my shoulder bag and pulling up the contract I'd signed. "I'm embellishing a little, but legitimately it could take me ten years to pay this off."
My stomach growled and I suppressed a belch as the badger nuggets began to disagree with my otherwise empty stomach. "I need to get some food, I'll fill you in on the rest of the deets later?"
"Uh… yeah, sure." She handed back the paper but I couldn't help but think this was giving her ideas.
"You can meet Mazer when he comes out to visit." Carolyn got everyone's attention with that little bombshell.
"When was that arranged?"
"While you were sleeping, obviously." Carolyn smirked and tousseled my hair affectionately. "He had some questions about my process and I invited him to tour the facilities."
"Maybe he'll come work here too. Then you might actually take a vacation some time."
"Sure babe."
Xander continued to scrutinize me, and I was torn between wanting to escape and wanting to get all the questions out of the way.
My body, ever the decisive and helpful component in any situation, communicated its opinions. As I yawned and the lonely little beaver nuggets growled through my stomach. I covered my burp as best as I could before stretching and turning to Deyha.
"Uppies."
She chuckled but didn't make me ask twice. I expected to be scooped up bridal style again but she surprised me by lifting me in a hug and guiding me to spread my legs to rest on her hip. I wasn't as close to child size as I thought would warrant this sort of carrying, but Deyha had no trouble whatsoever supporting my weight on her forearm. The difference for me however was a lot of contact and touch on a lot of sensitive and easily excited places.
I did my best not to strangle her as I reached up to hold on for balance, but I found I didn't actually need both arms to stay upright. I fixed the front of my shirt and focused on keeping my hooves and tail out of the way of her legs as she carried me toward the kitchen area.
I expected to be set down for this, but Deyha simply set a mug next to the soup pot and ladled in a generous portion of the butternut squashy goodness.
"Any other detours?" Carolyn was standing behind us with her hands on her hips as I cradled the mug in my hands. Deyha was cradling my ass with both hands now and I was struggling not to feel a particular way about it.
"We could go find Ellen and Rose, I'm sure they would be interested in seeing the new and improved Maddie." I hid my smirk behind a sip as Carolyn scowled.
"They can wait."
"Okay, okay." I waved lazily toward the balcony above us. "I submit to my fate, whatever it may be."
Deyha chuckled. "Interesting choice of words, pet."
Carolyn headed for the stairs without a word, not waiting for Deyha or me.
"You know," Deyha mused, "While inspecting your mouth I found something quite interesting."
"Oh? Do tell." I took care to keep my now half-empty mug level as we got to the stairs.
"I was hoping you would tell me about it, actually."
I ran my tongue along the insides and outsides of my teeth. "I don't think there's much at all different inside my mouth, the snout-like characteristics seemed to be mostly in soft tissues."
"Its the soft tissue that I was most curious about."
"What, my tongue? My cheeks?" I tipped the cup back and used my tongue to catch the last of the soup, but I swiftly encountered the change that Deyha was so curious about. My tongue easily reached the bottom of the mug now, and it was a fairly simple matter to swirl the tip around to completely clean out the inside of the cup.
"Figured it out?"
"Hush." my cheeks warmed as Deyha's smirk widened.
"Im sure your activities in Carolyn's office had nothing to do with that particular evolution."
Carolyn stopped at the top of the stairs and waited for us.
I felt my face warm under Carolyn's gaze. "It didn't actually, the changes were all purely subconscious. I mean I did kinda know that I wanted to be smaller with narrower shoulders and such but I never would have changed my face this drastically."
"Whatcha talkin' about? I heard my name." Carolyn folded her arms and leaned against the railing as we joined her at the top step.
"Nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Ah ah ah." Deyha set me down and took my mug from me. "I think she is owed an explanation."
I rolled my eyes as Carolyn wrapped an arm around my shoulder. I expected her to pry and tease, but she just guided me toward the bedroom while Deyha set my mug on my little dumb-waiter contraption.
"Deyha is teasing me about my mouth."
"Oh is she?" Carolyn looked past me and smirked. "And what is she making fun of?"
"If I tell you, you're going to tease me too."
"Naturally." Carolyn nodded and opened our bedroom door before backing through. "So?"
I took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. I wasn't excited about giving up the information, much less about being teased for something weird about my body, but I also had to think I could trust them.
As a child I'd seen a little cartoon alien stick their tongue up their nose and both me and my sister had immediately begun attempting to replicate the trick. I had only ever gotten the tip of my tongue to my nostril but she had been able to make it look convincing.
However, besides us, the only reactions we got were the performative sort of disgust that kids learn so easily. It was "weird" and "gross" which were the desired reactions for the moment, but not the sorts of labels we wanted to adopt long-term.
The idea of being called gross or weird now just seemed a little too close to home.
I sighed and resigned myself to whatever teasing Carolyn had in mind. "My tongue is different after the mods."
"Really? I'd expect that sort of change to make talking difficult, or make your voice sound different."
I shrugged. "Maybe it's subtle."
Carolyn looked meaningfully from my horns to my hooves. "I doubt it. Show me?"
She phrased it as a question, but I knew it would be easier to just pretend it was a command. Rather than stick my tongue out between my lips in a way that could be interpreted as bratty, I opened my mouth a little wider and pantomimed the "say ah" thing that doctors do to inspect tonsils or whatever.
"Oh my~" her tone turned salacious as I let my tongue hang down past my chin.
She moved to touch it but I was quicker, stepping back for good measure.
I wiped my chin. "Deyha joked that this particular change was brought about because of my under-desk activities but I personally don't think there was any illicit intent."
Deyha followed us into the bedroom and shut the door. "Intended or not, it's difficult to classify as anything but lewd."
"Yeah, well…" I folded my arms. "I classify it as 'bovine'. So there."
"No arguments from me." Carolyn held up her hands. "Or complaints for that matter. In my opinion, a long tongue is the perfect compliment to such a lovely pair of handlebars."
"You mean horns?"
"Did I say handlebars? I meant handlebars." Carolyn smirked. If the unapologetic tone wasn't enough, the additional freudian slip made her position clear.
"Right." I looked from Carolyn, to the bed, and finally to Deyha. "What sort of examination were you planning on here?"
"I wouldn't say we had a plan." Carolyn sat on the edge of the bed and worked on getting her shoes off. "I don't think it would be a terrible idea to charge the battery just a little bit more, and personally I'm most interested in the aforementioned handlebars."
"Battery?" Deyha unbuckled her tool belt and hung it on its hook near the door. "Were you wanting to break out B.O.B. ?"
Carolyn laughed. "No, not the battery operated boyfriend, this is a new battery. A mana crystal for reimbursing Mazer for his efforts."
"Am I to infer that this 'battery' is charged through sex?"
"Mhm!" She pulled the crystal out of her pocket and laid it on the bed as it began to grow its gelatinous shell.
"Carolyn~" I whined but she ignored me.
"This little device transfers all sensations to Maddie while in turn siphoning any mana produced while it's active. I'd assume there's some sort of efficiency loss from using this method rather than an incubus or succubus directly but… well, I'm not sure this follows conventions of 'efficiency' in the first place."
"Uh huh." Deyha prodded at the doll's belly and I hugged my stomach as if to protect myself from further jabs.
"Another fun side effect is that having the doll active seems to prevent Maddie from being able to cum, which I think makes it perfect for both treats and discipline."
"Well I for one don't want to deny my little heifer her 'dopamine hits' as she calls them." Deyha traced her hand idly over the doll's tummy.
Her hand felt positively gigantic from the slight size difference between me and the doll, but more than anything the feeling of being petted was making my knees weak.
"Deyha… please…"
"Yes, dear?"
I frowned at her coy tone. It was hard to imagine that she really couldn't guess what I was asking for. "Could you maybe pet me instead of the toy?"
"Oh, absolutely." She abandoned the blob and stepped past Carolyn to tower over me instead.
I swayed in place as she held my face, rubbing my ears and cradling my cheeks before leaning down to kiss me.
Despite my efforts to escalate she remained chaste. I tried to pull her hands down but she seemed to be intentionally misreading my attempts at non-verbal communication. I was backed into the bed and barely had time to pull my tail out of the way before I was sitting on the edge.
Carolyn scooted closer behind me and I sighed as she slipped her hands under the hem of my shirt and began to drag it up.
Deyha, meanwhile, knelt in front of me. She trailed her hands down as Carolyn's went up, seeming to intentionally dodge my most sensitive places to rub my hips and the outsides of my thighs.
Once my shirt was out of the way I tried to guide her hands between my legs but she once again-- undoubtedly intentionally at this point --rubbed over the tops and down toward my calves.
Carolyn at least was scratching gently at my back after unhooking my bra and pushing the straps off my shoulders. Despite having a perfect fit I could still feel the impressions that the straps had made on my shoulders and around my rib cage. I hunched my shoulders forward as Carolyn rubbed them away.
"Maddie?"
Deyha's voice shook me from my reverie.
"Yeah?"
"Would you have my baby?"
I nodded and shrugged. "That's what all this is for."
"For me?"
"For us." I tilted my head toward Carolyn. "Though if you have any particular requests I'll do everything I can to accommodate."
"What?" Deyha chuckled. "Like planning out the birthdate? Or do you figure you can cherry-pick the chromosomes too?"
"I bet Mazer could. No sense leaving anything to chance, though I'm not sure I want to flirt with the slippery slope to eugenics."
"No, me neither. As far as I'm concerned any baby that comes into our family will be ours, regardless of what avenue they take."
"Well, I know I have a preference on what avenue you take."
"Was that an innuendo?"
Deyha braced her hands on the edge of the bed on either side of me and stood.
I shrugged. "Could be."
"Brat." She tugged her own shirt off and then held my elbows to help me upright. "If memory serves, your preferred avenue would be beating you into the bed with my hips?"
"Mhmm!" I did my best to look and sound cute as I stood and pushed my pants down off my waist.
I'd scarcely stepped clear of the fabric before she was slipping her arm around me.
"And what if I wanted this to be a quiet, tender moment?"
"I could go find a gag."
This bit of sass earned me a flick on the ear.
"Are you certain about this?" Deyha looked me in the eyes now. "Of having a kid? Being a mom?"
The undeniable urge to deflect and avoid commitments had me by the throat on this one, and I was beginning to suspect that Deyha and Carolyn both knew that.
"I… I mean it's not like I'm going to get pregnant this instant. But a family sounds nice. I have to hope that we'd be bringing someone into a world worth living in, right?"
"You know there's no going back right? This will be what our lives are about full time for a long time, through the best years of your life, in fact."
I scoffed and rested my wrists on Deyha's shoulders. I wasn't quite tall enough to comfortably loop my arms around her neck anymore. "Best years… Well, of course they are going to be great here on the farm with everyone I care about, but I'm sure I don't like the implication that the years are ever going to get worse."
"Well, maybe not. But your youth…"
"As if you're that much older than me." I rolled my eyes. "Unlike some people I don't have some profound fear of turning thirty, and I sincerely doubt I'll be calling myself old in the coming decades."
Deyha smirked at this. "Oh? You're just going to be forever young?"
"Well I certainly haven't been aging in the expected direction lately. Be honest, how old did you think I was when we met?"
Deyha looked past me "Honestly, I'm not sure…"
"Yeah, forget about it. We are getting so off topic."
"And whose fault is that?" Carolyn chimed in behind me and I turned around to squint at her.
I was still coming up with an absurd thing or person to place blame when Deyha's arms slipped around my belly.
Goosebumps flared as little happy chemicals seemed to blast out of my spine. The warmth was enveloping. Not exactly soft but you would never hear me complain about the texture of my beloved. It was calloused and scarred and, above all, Deyha. Through and through. I let my neck relax as she pressed a kiss on my shoulder.
Some small part of me bemoaned how I was so easy to seduce and that simple words, kisses, and skin contact worked like cheat codes to slip past any possible difficulty I could cause.
Carolyn's hands cupped my face and I opened my eyes to see her incredibly close.
"So you agree?"
"Wha?"
I had the impression that they had been talking but it was hard to care when one of Deyha's hands slipped between my legs. My tail curled around her thigh on instinct.
Carolyn was chuckling now, no doubt laughing at me, but I couldn't be bothered to care. The only thing that mattered at the immediate moment was Deyha's middle finger sliding in between my labia.
"Are you ever not soaked?" Deyha teased and I shook my head.
It took me a second to realize that my denial of her accusation was more damning than anything, but what could I say?
"I think there's a bit of a logical fallacy there. Any time you have observed her being wet you've been present and she has been, at least to some degree, exposed."
"Facts and logic." Deyha grumbled against my shoulder and curled her finger into me.
My knees went weak and her other arm tightened around my stomach as she kept me from collapsing out of her grasp. It was all I could do to hug her arm as she used my own weight to add pressure to her hand between my legs.
"Deyha~" I whined. It was too much effort to form the plea into something articulate. She had to know what I wanted, what I needed right now.
However, the immediate result was her finger pulling out of me. And it took another second for me to realize she was waiting for me to support my own weight.
"Go ahead and lie down."
I crawled onto the bed and flopped onto my back, narrowly missing Carolyns' legs as I melted into the soft comforter.
I didn't have to wait long before Deyha was crawling on after me. Her hands and elbows sank into the bed next to me as she braced herself.
I half expected teasing. Or, if I was being honest, I fully expected teasing. I'd grown quite used to a ritual of having expressions of wants and needs prised out of me as though my fantasies were pearls and I was some sort of oyster.
Today though, Deyha was simply here.
Months ago we had danced between the rows of crops at sunset and that same unspoken coordination was here again.
My tail twisted around hers as she gradually rested her weight on my hips.
She put more weight on one hand as she reached down between us to line herself up and I accommodated her easily. Neither of us really needed to look down to know how we fit together anymore, despite my not-so-subtle reshaping.
I let my breath out in a huff as she pressed in. Her free hand, now done with its task, found mine and wove our fingers together. She pressed my hand into the mattress above my head, bearing down with a force I'd never dream of resisting.
She didn't wait for me to beg. She simply moved.
My breathing quickened as she rolled her hips into me.
Gasps swiftly became moans and I didn't hold back my volume. I supposed I hadn't in a long while.
For the moment I didn't care if Deyha was shooting blanks. Perhaps pregnancy was always secondary to breeding anyways. I relished the feeling of her pressing between my thighs, feeling drunk and floaty on the pleasure.
"Deyhaaa~"
"Hmm?" she squeezed my hand as she rested more weight on me.
It took all my strength just to arch my back and take a breath, and Deyha had the audacity to chuckle.
Carolyn toyed with my hair. "Maybe you wouldn't end up in this predicament so much if it wasn't so gods-damned fun to watch you squirm."
I didn't have the breath to form a rebuttal but Deyha seemed to be far less compromised by our activity. "Lynn, we don't need to set a precedent of victim-blaming your prey."
"Our prey." Carolyn corrected and I felt her nails on my scalp as she scratched and tugged at my hair. "Though I suppose you're right. Our poor Maddie might actually think she's done something wrong if we keep telling her this is all her fault."
Deyha shook her head and eased herself up again, allowing me to get a full breath at last.
"It's not victim blaming when I'm asking for it, right?"
"Highly unreliable as forms of communication go." Carolyn smoothed my hair and patted my head. "As far as I've seen you're always silently asking to be bitten."
Deyha moved again, pressing into me as her skin dragged against mine. "And if I had to work exclusively on non-verbal cues then I'm pretty sure you're always asking to be knocked up."
I gasped and sighed. The little fireworks in my stomach continued to flicker like sparklers as Deyha began slowly grinding me into the bed. I let my breathless panting turn into weak cries and wordless moans as I basked in the familiar pleasure.
"Tell me what you want." Deyha slowed her pace slightly, but this time she didn't stop moving. "Did you hear me, pet?"
"Yes" I whined and arched my back.
"Well?"
Still, she didn't stop, and Carolyn's fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my face back from Deyha's shoulder.
Focusing my eyes was too much work. Two blurry Carolyn-shaped faces swam and overlapped in my vision but all I could do was pant and gasp.
"She asked you a question, dear." Carolyn held my cheek.
"I want babies." I whined.
"And?" Deyha rewarded me with a particularly violent thrust.
"Cum. Give me cum."
Carolyn chuckled but I couldn't be bothered to care. Deyha's hand squeezed one of mine and she released the other to slip her arm under me, digging her fingers into my flesh as she held me to her.
"What else?" Carolyn loosened her grip on my hair and I buried my face in Deyha's shoulder again.
"Cum." I repeated. "More cum. I want you to give everything and take everything."
"Take?" Carolyn pet my head and I whined in frustration as Deyha stopped as well.
"Take me." I insisted. "Use me. Own me. Whatever. I don't care."
"We care." Deyha held herself up on her elbows now.
I groaned and rubbed my eyes with my free hand. "I know you do."
"Can you explain?" Deyha sounded more concerned now, and I fought back a pang of irritation. This was what we had stopped for? Really?
I took my time catching my breath as Deyha pulled out and shifted to lay beside me.
"Can't I just have this? Please?" I took in Carolyn and Deyha's concerned expressions and rubbed my face.
Neither of them seemed keen on responding so I continued to cover my eyes as I worked out my phrasing.
"I want to be property. I want to be a slave. And I get that there are some lines that you don't want to cross-- it's so fucking important that I learn self respect and such but can I not have a little objectification?"
I felt Deyha's hand rest on my stomach and I chanced a look at Carolyn. She seemed deeply concerned, but at least not disgusted.
I could see the question in Carolyn's eyes now, and as much as I hated it I couldn't blame her for wanting specifics.
I pressed on. "It's beautiful that you check in, that you ask and encourage me to grow and everything, but that hasn't just magically changed who I am. What I dream about."
I took a deeper breath and resituated to relax into the bed. I was encouraged to see Carolyn move to get more comfortable as well.
"I haven't forgotten what you said." I continued. "The collar has to mean more than property, that I'm cared for and not just exploited, but the care that I really want right now is to be used. To feel useful."
The words were starting to come easier despite their combined attention so I stared at the ceiling as I pressed on. "Invitations to the bedroom are nice but sometimes I want Deyha to just throw me over her shoulder and take me where she wants me. I want to have my clothes ripped off, to be ordered to strip in public or crawl under a desk to service you with my mouth. And sure, maybe I'll find that it's not as glamorous as I hoped, but I never stopped fantasizing about that scary sort of intensity."
"What brought all of this about?" Carolyn placed her hand on my stomach next to Deyha's and I covered them both with my own hands.
"I… don't know. Maybe it's something wrong with me--"
"No." Deyha interrupted. "No, we aren't going there."
My eyes watered and I waited for them to pull their hands away. Sickening heat ripped through my stomach as Deyha actually did take her hand from mine. I flinched as I felt it on my cheek instead, guiding me to face her.
"We can figure this out without calling it a problem, without making it out to be something ugly or wrong with you or anyone."
I choked a sob. I wanted to feel relieved, but something deep seated had leapt so immediately to shame and pain that I couldn't seem to recover my composure. I covered my face again and this time Deyha pulled me toward her, enveloping me in her arms.
Carolyn's hands trailed over my back before she scooted closer and completed the sandwich.
I fought the habitual urge to hold back and just let myself cry. Hot tears leaked from my eyes and my nose dribbled but somehow it felt easier to catch my breath when I wasn't choking myself out.
Before long my gasps were just shaky breaths, only a little stifling from the lack of space.
"Did I make you feel ashamed of this?" Carolyn murmured against my back and I shrugged.
"Maybe being shamed is my kink."
Deyha chuckled but Carolyn shook her head.
"Not in this case. Somewhere along the way we convinced you that we would never ever indulge in a rape fantasy for you, and we let you feel like that was a failing on your part."
I resisted the urge to say that it was a failing on my part, but I knew that wouldn't help, and I wasn't even sure I believed it.
"So what do we do now?"
Deyha pulled back enough so that I could get some fresher air and I tucked myself into her side as she took her turn staring at the ceiling.
"It's hard to say. I used to think that this desire to be worthless and used was something that needed to be trained and nurtured out of you but… I'm not sure anymore."
"There has to be a safe way to go about this." Carolyn sat up behind me. "I mean, it's not like you're the first human ever to have this kink.--"
"I might be the first cow."
Carolyn laughed and shoved at my shoulder. "Gods. Fine. Maybe you are, but my point remains."
"In the meantime…" Deyha mused. "We can-- ugh, I don't want to say 'pre-authorize' but I can't think of a better word… we can come up with some ideas to surprise you with, since apparently the time I carried you over my shoulder to your stall became a core memory for you."
"It was kinda hot." I mumbled. "And I didn't have underwear so one stray breeze would have completely exposed me."
Carolyn groaned. "Gods, this feels like we really are playing with fire…"
"Because I'm so hot?"
Deyha laughed again and Carolyn patted my shoulder.
"That was a good one." Carolyn sounded somewhat aggrieved to admit this. "But fine. I'll see about shoving you under my desk some time, and I'll look into revising your collar to accept a leash."
Warmth bloomed in my stomach. On one hand I felt leaky and snotty from my little breakdown but I couldn't help but imagine finally being walked on a leash.
I managed a nod. "That sounds good."
"Okay." Deyha gently extricated herself. "That sounds like a plan then. Do you want to go take a bath?"
Carolyn sat up as well but I didn't move.
"Can I… still have a creampie? Real quick?" I reached to catch Carolyn's hand as she moved to scoot off the bed. "And can I eat you out?"
"At the same time?" Deyha sounded incredulous but I just nodded.
"Naturally." I beamed at her. "You doubt my abilities?"
"A little, yeah. You kinda turn into a puddle when you have something inside of you."
"I'm afraid you'll have to choose, little one." Carolyn's tone turned toward condescending.
I pouted but while Deyha smiled kindly, Carolyn was completely unmoved.
"Fiiiine." I flopped backwards. "I guess if you want to be evil and make me choose between the two of you then I'll just agonize over the decision until I decide to do nothing at all."
"Well I can simplify things for you then." Carolyn crawled over me and turned to place a knee on either side of my head.
She took her time leaning forward, keeping herself well out of range until she figured out exactly where she wanted to lay.
"It's a pity you didn't go for the extra udders." Carolyn mused as her hair tickled my tummy. "Your belly is very soft, a lovely pillow, but it could have been a milky pillow."
"Of course you would want more milky pillows." I mumbled and rested my hands on her hips. It was hard to relax with her fidgeting and her decision to blow a raspberry next to my belly button did not help things in the slightest. "You're a butt." I grumbled and tugged her down, coaxing her to spread her knees further and rest in range of my new and improved snout.
"No you." She finally stopped fidgeting and rested more weight on me as I gave her cunt a firm lick.
I hadn't thought much about what texture my tongue would have for her, or if my taste buds would even work the same, but I was encouraged by the familiar tangy flavor of her skin and her sigh as I dragged my tongue between her labia. She seemed to grow heavier on my chest as I dug my fingers into her thighs.
"Definitely bigger." Carolyn mumbled against my bellybutton. She shifted, easing some of the weight off of my chest so that she was more or less on her hands and knees. "And strong~" she sighed and rubbed her face on my stomach.
Eventually, I knew I'd have to just go for it. So I sought out her entrance and began pushing my tongue in. Carolyn made a little "eep" noise and clamped down on me, forcing my tongue back out, but in a moment she was pressing herself against my face.
"Sorry." Her voice came to me a little muffled. "I was just a little surprised."
I pressed in again and this time she didn't flinch. It wasn't easy to work my tongue deeper, but I persisted nevertheless. All those hours, or realistically minutes practicing tongue tricks in the mirror had to count for something.
"Maddieee~" Carolyn's fingers dug into my belly. She clamped down on my tongue again but I didn't let her push me out. I held her thighs and pressed, reaching with the tip for where I imagined her cervix would be.
I didn't expect that to be a particularly erogenous zone so I let the tip fold and curl as I worked on getting volume inside. I was deep enough that her spasms weren't pushing me out as much, and Carolyn whined into my stomach as I pressed at the walls.
Her thighs shook and squeezed my head briefly but her moans quickly took on a hoarse quality and she hugged me tighter.
"Ah~ Maddie! I'm--" she broke off, leaving me to fill in the blanks with the most obvious clues ever. She was practically riding my face down, no longer forcing me out but trying to invite my tongue deeper, all while I tried to wrangle the erratic jerking of her hips.
I was startled when I felt a leaking sensation on my chin. Fluid was running over my jaw and neck, hotter and faster than saliva would. It was startling enough that I stopped what I was doing, even fearing for a moment that she was somehow bleeding before I caught a faint scent of ammonia.
I waited for her breathing to calm from an absolute frenzy to mere exertion before extracting my tongue.
"Did you just squirt?" I couldn't quite believe it, but I couldn't think of a better explanation. I felt her give a small nod and Deyha began cracking up from the peanut gallery.
"Seriously?" she practically cackled as Carolyn got up on her hands and knees and eased off of me.
"Its not that remarkable." Carolyn mumbled as she turned around and laid down next to me. I sat up enough so that she could work her arm under my back and she tucked in close. There was a moment's hesitation where I think she wrinkled her nose before giving me a quick kiss and settling to rest her head on my bicep.
"I don't know that I've ever seen it happen." Deyha handed me a washcloth and I wiped at my neck.
"It's happened." Carolyn pulled herself closer but didn't elaborate.
"I don't think you should be embarrassed. I don't mind, really." I gestured with the washcloth.
"I'm not--" she broke off. "It's humiliating to be that out of control."
"You don't seem bothered when Deyha is assertive to you."
This earned me a very pointed squint and matching pointed little jab of her jaw into the soft flesh of my arm. I winced, but didn't shake her off.
"Its not like I was topping you." I continued. "I mean, you were quite literally on top and riding my face like you owned it."
Carolyn rolled her eyes this time. "Thanks babe."
"What was it about my tongue that was so special anyways?"
Carolyn looked me in the eyes, and glanced at Deyha before shaking her head and relaxing onto my arm again. By the time she spoke again I was beginning to think the question would just go unanswered.
"Articulation and texture."
I debated pressing her for specifics, but at some point dragging more out of her would just be mean spirited.
"I'll keep that in mind for future desk sessions."
This made her chuckle and she looked at Deyha. "How about it? Were noise levels within acceptable tolerances?"
"Perhaps I'll consult the custodian about installing some sound deadening material."
Carolyn groaned and rolled away from me, extricating her arm from behind me as she did.
"Aren't you--" I began but Deyha was already nodding.
"Yes, I'm the custodian in question. I'm just giving Lynn a little bit of grief."
"What did I do to deserve this?" Carolyn grumbled as picked out her clothes and set about getting dressed.
"Do you want an itemized list? Or--"
Carolyn shot me a look before picking up the crystal off the bed.
"Hey, what are you doing?" I let a bit of fear slip into my tone."
"I'm going to go take a shower." She headed for the door.
"What are you doing with that?" I amended but she just looked at it as if just now noticing she had picked it up out of habit.
"I'll think of something."