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Deyha retrieved her shirt as Carolyn shut the door behind herself.
"Did you still want to take a bath?" She grabbed my robe from the closet and laid it on the edge of the bed.
"Nooooo" I whined.
Deyha raised an eyebrow and picked the robe back up but I caught her.
"I mean I do, but not yet. I want…" I lost steam on the request. Despite everything it seemed absurd to simply request a creampie again. "...It's your turn." I finished weakly, praying that she would fill in the blanks.
"Ah." Deyha smirked. "I assumed I would take my 'turn' as it were at the baths, but if you didn't want to wait…"
"I never want to wait, love." I scooted away from the wet spot that Carolyn had made and got comfortable. "Furthermore, we'll have to hurry, because once Carolyn activates the doll I probably won't be able to cum."
"Probably?"
"Well, I'm not sure. Mazer said it might not be possible."
"Wont it be overstimulating if she gets started again after I finish?"
I waved dismissively. "Not your problem." She frowned but I sat up to catch her hands. "It's fine, I'll ask her for a reprieve if it gets to be too much."
"Hmm." Deyha still seemed hesitant but she at least drew closer when I pulled. "Okay, okay." She laughed. "I suppose I can try to cultivate some sense of urgency."
I wanted to point out that she was still stalling but she slipped her hands under my arms and scooted me back toward the center of the bed, thankfully also avoiding the wet patch as she laid me back.
Her hands sank into the comforter as she crawled over me, causing me to feel unsteady as I held my legs up out of the way of her knees. Eventually I figured she was close enough and I let my legs rest on hers as she bent down.
"I can't believe she peed on you."
"Don't say it like that!" my indignant retort was spoiled by a whine as she pressed with her hips, folding me up under her.
I had no chance of locking my fetlocks behind her back, and without nails to dig into her back I felt a little helpless holding onto her.
"You want me to make this quick?" she didn't wait for me to reply before pressing her dick inside again, but she was at least moving slowly enough that my brain still worked.
"Y-yeah. Why?"
"You know what really drives me wild? Makes it absolutely impossible for me to keep from cumming?"
"Uh… asking for babies?"
"Got it in one." She sat up enough to catch one of my hands and held it above my head as she pressed in. "Now beg."
I cried out, worrying only for an instant whether someone would hear before pulling at her back.
"Fuck me!" I gasped, already feeling out of breath from just a couple thrusts. "Knock me up! I need it."
"Good girl." she grunted and flattened me under her. It felt like trying to breathe under a blanket, breathing in humid air that already had too much CO2.
"Deyhaaaa." I whined and my voice was half muffled against her shoulder as I basked in the feeling of her skin against mine. "I wanna have your babies. As many as you want forever."
"Promise?"
"Don't make me promise under duress!" I pushed against her shoulder but she didn't slow her pace.
"Too bad, pet. Swear that you will let me impregnate you whenever I want. I want you making babies. Full. Time." she punctuated the last two words with particularly viscous thrusts.
"I promise." I whined. I'd never heard her like this, how many kids could she possibly want? I couldn't imagine having more than a couple yet here I was promising everything.
Gods, the idea of being pregnant constantly though. My belly always swelling with life from the people most important to me. That was no problem at all. Sure my back would hurt and I'd get all sorts of stretch marks but I'd be a truly prized possession then. Unquestionably important and cared for.
"Fuck." Deyha grunted.
I recognized the faltering pace, her breath quickening as she lost herself in the pleasure.
"I promise," I repeated. "All the kids you want."
She pressed in further, flattening me to the point where it was hard to breathe in, but I didn't quite feel the sensation I'd been hoping for. I remembered what it felt like, the little spasms of cum squirting into me, but that wasn't happening.
"Fuck." Deyha repeated.
"Are you okay?" I tried to understand her expression as she sat up. She sat back on her heels as she caught her breath and once she had pulled out I saw no evidence of cum.
"That was weird." she massaged her pelvis with a confused expression.
"Did I do something wrong?" fear crept into my voice but I was encouraged as Deyha's attention turned immediately to me.
"No, no not at all baby. That was very sweet. And uh… I feel like I got a little carried away but I promise I'm not going to make you be pregnant full time."
"Oh… well… I mean it would be okay if you did." I avoided her gaze. I wanted so desperately for it to be true. But at the same time I wasn't relieved to hear her walk that back. Part of me wanted to be pregnant all the time, even if I didn't want to have that many kids and body pains.
I felt a tightening around my stomach, and it took me a second to realize it definitely wasn't Deyha holding me.
Ah.
"Carolyn activated the doll." I fidgeted and arched my back to get comfortable as the phantom touches asserted themselves.
"Do you think that made it so I couldn't cum?" Deyha held my knees, and seemed mildly concerned as I squirmed.
"Maybe-- Fuck!"
"What is it? What's wrong?" Deyha leaned forward again.
I clenched my eyes shut and focused on relaxing, but it was damn difficult. "Shes trying anal." I spoke through grit teeth.
"Oh… Oh my. Have you not--"
"No, I've never… Jesus Christ Ow."
"I'll call her--"
"No, No it's fine. I'm pretty sure this can't injure me anyways. Maybe it will start feeling good soon."
"You think it will?"
I shrugged helplessly. What was I supposed to know about this?
"I…. Have an idea."
"Is it distracting me with your cock?"
Deyha chuckled. "It might be distracting you with my cock."
"Fuck it. Do it. Jesus!" I winced as I felt Carolyn reach particularly deep.
I realized a little late that Deyha might have meant that she would fuck me in the ass to distract me from Carolyn’s touches.
“Bwuh~” I groaned as Deyha crawled over me again. In no time she was inside again and the mirrored feelings of fullness took my breath away. My hips jerked as Carolyn flexed her finger and I clung onto Deyha harder, willing the feeling to be pleasant. It was strange, because while the stimulation of Carolyn’s touch had a presence, there was no consequence for clamping down on the imaginary finger. Whether I strained or theoretically relaxed, the sensations remained.
I was just beginning to loosen up when I felt fingers wrap around the base of my tail. On one hand, fuck did it feel good to have my tail squeezed, but on the other hand Jesus fuck that’s the third very strong sensation. Still, the pressure on my tail helped me release tension from my back, and as I turned to jelly I imagined I could almost appreciate the butt stuff while Deyha made slow thrusts.
“Harder” I whimpered. “Please.”
Deyha didn’t wait for me to ask again. I basked in her embrace as she pulled me to match her thrusts, violently shaking and bouncing me against the bed as I hung on for the ride. The blasted doll had robbed me of my crest of pleasure, and I’d long since passed my exhaustion point. The only questions were how much longer I could stand the friction and how long it would take for Carolyn or Deyha to get bored.
“I think—“ Deyha stopped to catch her breath, “—the doll is draining me too. I’m almost at my limit.”
“That’s okay.” I sighed as Carolyn’s finger continued its lazy pumping.
“Is Carolyn still playing with your butt?”
"Yeah, but I'm kinda getting used to it. Maybe if you don't touch me it won't drain you."
"What, are you suggesting I just jerk off and cover you in cum?"
I sat up, suddenly feeling much less tired. "No, I believe you just came up with that, and I'm sure you understand it would be cruel to tease and then refuse me."
"You want me to cum on you?"
"I told you, I'll try anything twice."
Deyha crawled off the bed and rubbed her face. "I think you've watched too much porn."
"Irrelevant." I wasted no time rolling off the bed and kneeling in front of Deyha. "Well? Get to it. I don't think it will work if I stroke you off."
Deyha narrowed her eyes at me, but she was at least obedient. I followed the motion of her hand with rapt attention, and matched the movement with my own fingers between my legs. Carolyn and Deyha each had no way of knowing the other's pace, but I could scarcely care less.
I leaned back into the bed, sinking into the carpet to let my knees rest, and still the firm pressure forced in and out so rhythmically. Deyha looked incredibly uncomfortable with this arrangement, but was humoring me all the same. I wanted to do it for her. To suck and touch as she had only let me do on rare occasions, but I had nothing to do but sit and look pretty.
Still, that wasn't nothing. I used my free hand to squeeze my chest, expressing the milk with practiced ease so that it could dribble out and onto my belly.
"Whadda ya know? I'm still producing."
"Lynn's not gonna be happy about you wasting it."
I contemplated squeezing harder and trying to spray Deyha next, but I didn't want to risk taking her out of the mood any more than this spectacle already was. Instead I cradled my chest and slumped backwards so that she could more easily see my middle and ring fingers buried in my own cunt. Deyha kept a very even pace stroking herself, so it was a relatively simple team effort to imagine that she was fucking me instead.
Deyha's breathing grew heavy, and I followed along as she began to stroke more vigorously.
"Maddie~" her voice sounded almost hoarse.
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna--"
She broke off, but I knew what she meant. "Cum. Cum for me then." I sat up and leaned closer. Part of me wanted to see it, but another more rational part of me didn't want semen in my eyes. I opened my mouth and was surprised as the first spurt landed right on target. Unfortunately I closed my mouth on instinct so the next bits hit my chin and chest as Deyha rode out her orgasm.
At this point, it couldn't matter if my touch kept her from cumming so I leaned in to take the tip in my mouth, sucking gently as she let me take over stroking for her.
"Fuck~" Deyha groaned and to my surprise she continued to ejaculate, pouring more and more directly into my mouth. After a moment I felt her grip my horns and I resumed my efforts with my free hand between my legs as she pulled my head closer.
My own pleasure didn't feel so muted anymore, and I fell back roughly, pulling Deyha with me for a moment as I lost myself in the warmth and frenzy of it all. I curled my fingers, moaning freely as I masturbated while covered in cum. In no time I was able to bring myself over the edge, slumping back into the bed as weariness asserted itself to my arms and hips.
"Fuck" it was my turn to whine now as I rode out the high. I couldn't feel Carolyn's fingers anymore and I realized it had been a good few seconds since I'd felt anything from the doll at all.
"Carolyn must have turned off the crystal." I mused as I caught my breath and wiped up some of the spilled cum with my fingers.
"You don't have to--" Deyha trailed off as I sucked my fingers clean.
"Don't have to what?"
"Nevermind. Doesn't matter anymore. We should go get you cleaned up."
"Yeah, I guess I am a little filthy."
"A little…"
I used the bed to support myself as I got to my knees and then hooves. "Sorry if I made it weird. I didn't wanna push you out of your comfort zone."
"I-- I mean it's not that weird. I was concerned that you might find it a bit humiliating but… now that I say that out loud I realize that might have been the point."
"Haha, yeah. Silly isn't it?"
“Naturally. As always.”
“Speaking of humiliating though, when are we going to try walking me to the bathhouse naked?”
Deyha shook her head and rolled her shoulders to fix her robe in place. “Now is good.”
She caught me around the waist before I could even begin to backpedal, and wasted no time hoisting me over her shoulder.
“Deyha‽” I grabbed handfuls of her robe for stability as she turned toward the door.
“I think this will be a valuable lesson.” Deyha paused at the entrance of the bedroom, but instead of setting me down like I thought she would, she proceeded out into the open.
“Deyha!” I hissed through my teeth but she just patted my backside.
“I’d be quiet if I were you. Unless you’re trying to draw an audience.”
I made one last push to escape her shoulder but her grip was like iron. I knew I could smack her in the face with my tail or pinch her through her robe, but neither seemed likely to get me a positive result. I bit back a retort and tightened my core muscles as she descended the stairs.
I could feel her hair brushing against my waist as she looked all around, so I had to hope she had some sort of contingency in case someone was coming. The stairs she had chosen were the closest to the showers, so I figured the torture was very nearly over at least.
Deyha paused on the last step and peeked around the corner, and when she started moving again I breathed a sigh of relief.
“Ohhh my.” Ellen spoke in deeply amused tones somewhere behind me and I renewed my escape attempts.
Deyha didn't seem to notice my struggle. “Hey Ellen, just taking the heifer out for a wash. How are you doing?”
“Not bad, not bad. I love the view. Are those new pants? They’re a dead-on match for her fur.”
“No, actually.” Deyha turned slightly and I caught a glimpse of Ellen upside down. “Maddie made a little deal with the devil for her fertility treatment. Haven’t you seen?”
“I sent pictures…” I grumbled under my breath as Ellen stepped around Deyha.
“Ho-lee cow.” She leaned to the side to get a better look. “I thought maybe it was the lighting making your floofy little fetlocks look different but you’ve done quite the overhaul. Very brave, I’m impressed.”
“Can I be set down now?” I patted Deyha’s back for emphasis.
She handed me my robe once I had my hooves under me and I wasted no time wrapping it tightly around myself. I could already tell the robe was going to stick but I ignored the discomfort to attend to more pressing issues.
“It wasn’t supposed to be this much of an overhaul, but the demon’s methods are pretty different from Carolyn’s so when my subconscious was left to steer the transformation… well.” I gestured down my body “this happened.”
“So this is the real you.” Ellen titled her head to the side. “Well the good news is you’re adorable.”
“And the bad news?”
“Nobody said there was bad news.” Ellen grinned. “I’m happy for you. If this is comfortable then that’s awesome.”
“Yeah… well… we’ll see. Didn’t you see my text messages though?”
“Oh, no. Sorry about that. I had a pretty long soak. I’m honestly not sure if it will be good for me long-term but damn if it didn’t provide instant relief.”
“Relief? From what?”
Ellen looked as confused as I felt now. “Pain? From my mods? Didn’t you have any aches from your skeletal updates?”
“I… yeah. I just didn’t think to do anything about them.”
“Must have been mild then. Lucky you.”
I debated saying that it wasn’t mild, but I didn’t want to imply I thought Ellen was exaggerating. For all I knew she might have been in way more pain than I was, but I still felt a little stung by having my pain described as mild simply because I could bear it.
“Well… speaking of soaks it’s my turn now. I’ll tell you all about the demon stuff after though, yeah?”
“Sure. I'm looking forward to it. Enjoy!” Ellen leaned in to give me a quick hug before turning to head up the stairs.
“Well… if we had to run into someone I’m glad it was her.” I tightened the knot on my robe and turned back to Deyha.
“I’m sorry if the abduction wasn’t as fun as you were hoping.”
I shrugged and followed as Deyha turned to head for the showers. “It’s fine. I never expected it to be fun. In fact I was already pretty certain that reality could never be as exciting as the fantasy, but I assumed that I’d be humiliated and create ample ammunition to be teased in the future. So in that sense, this was a great success. Ellen is never going to let me live this down.
“She would if you asked her to.”
I waved dismissively. “That’s not how this sort of thing works.”
“If you don’t want to be teased about this, then it shouldn’t happen. And if you can’t ask her, then I’ll do it for you.”
“I… no, that’s sweet but… I’ll let you know I guess. I don’t think it will be a problem.”
Deyha continued to give me a concerned look, but I figured this could be filed away under “quirks about my kinks” to figure out with the rest of my issues.