Bwaaaaaah
I was startled from my nap by the sound of the door latch and my heart raced as some traumatized part of me demanded I scramble to seem busy lest I get chewed out for laziness.
The lights brightened as Carolyn shrugged her coat off her shoulders and let it crumple on the floor beside the nightstand.
“Hey baby~” Carolyn’s voice held a mixture of exhaustion and affection.
“Hey.” I sat up and swung my hooves down off the bed. I tried to will my racing heart to calm the fuck back down.
She approached the table where I'd laid out the trail mix and punch. “Are these the snacks and refreshments?”
I couldn’t begin to read her tone, so I tried not to seem defensive as she picked up a small cluster of trail mix.
“Yeah. I guess I should have made sandwiches. I just didn’t think of it at the time.”
Carolyn stopped chewing for a moment to reply. “This is alright.” She dusted her hands off and stepped toward me. I leaned into her palm as she cradled my cheek, but the affection wasn't quite enough to stifle my curiosity.
"So where is Deyha? Is she on her way?"
Carolyn pinched my cheek and I shook her off.
"You can't blame me for being curious! You know I've waited over a year for this!"
Carolyn sighed as she turned back to the bowl of trail mix and sifted out the raisins this time "it's a pity we didn't have chocolate." she muttered under her breath before popping the handful of nuts in her mouth.
"I'm sorry." I leaned back on hands as Carolyn shot me a look.
She took her time chewing and folded her arms as she seemed to consider her response. I tried to feel encouraged that she was still smirking but the rebuke from earlier was still fresh in my mind.
"You really are asking to be bitten aren't you?"
"I'm mostly asking to be bred--" I cut off as she started crawling up onto my lap, cutting off my escape as I fell back into the cushions.
"Well maybe I can take care of that for you too." Her breath was hot on my neck as she caught my wrists and pushed them above my head. I expected her to go for her traditional neck or ear bite but I yelped as she chomped lightly at the fatty area under my bicep.
"Carolyn~! I promised Deyha I'd only have her children!"
"Then I guess you'd better hope the baby doesn’t look like me."
"What's that supposed to mean‽" I pulled my wrists free and cradled my tender arms against my stomach as she sat up. She ran a hand through her hair and shifted to straddle my thighs more comfortably.
"I'm just tormenting you as always. Pay me no mind. Though, I should apologize."
"For what?"
"It wasn't fair of me to get onto you for how you talked to Mazer. I still don't think you were polite, but I think the thing that got to me is how familiar you are with him— talking to him as you would any farm resident. I still have him up on this pedestal in my mind and, given how he actually found your familiarity refreshing, I should be working to challenge my manner towards him rather than yours.
"I mean… that's sweet of you to say. And I'm glad he wasn't offended… but you were right. He's a guest and I was out of line."
Carolyn rolled my eyes. "Then we can both be right for once.”
“Fine. So. Since you seem to be avoiding the question, when can I expect Deyha to be here?”
Carolyn shrugged. “Should be along soon. Why?”
“You know why.”
“Sure, but I want to hear you say it again.”
I looked away as Carolyn slipped her fingers up under the hem of my shirt. “Im just… looking forward to it, is all. I mean, assuming she gets the virility treatment today.”
“Yep, he did the treatment.”
My eyes snapped back to Carolyn and I had the sudden suspicion about why she was being cagey. “He did the treatment?”
“Mhmm. Deyha should be able to get you pregnant now.”
“You know that’s not what I’m asking…”
Carolyn was avoiding eye contact now but I could swear she was smiling.
“What are you hiding?” I prodded at her stomach and she swatted at my hands.
“Nothing!”
“Are you insinuating that Deyha is using masculine pronouns now‽”
“Fine.” Carolyn sounded mildly aggrieved “I might be implying a certain pronoun update—“
“WHAT‽”
Carolyn’s eyebrows rose. “Is that a problem?”
“No! No of course not sh— he can use whatever pronouns he’d like to, that changes nothing about how i feel about… him… that’s so fucking weird though.”
“Good to know.” Carolyn scooted backwards off my lap. “But also she isn’t changing her pronouns so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“You bitch!” I was up and chasing after her as she skipped out of reach and sidestepped around the bed. “Why are you like this? That’s so mean!”
“It was funny watching all the little gears in your head grind though.”
“Evil!”
Carolyn dove across the bed and rolled to escape my grasp. My efforts to follow were far less graceful.
“Get back here so I can bite you!”
I caught a hold of the pocket of her pants but before I could pull her back or get a better grip the door opened.
“Aww, you’re starting without me?”
I squinted at the silhouette in the doorway. Deyha looked and sounded the same from what I could make out, but the lights in the common area were so much brighter that there was a lot of room for misinterpretation.
She closed the door behind herself and leaned against it as Carolyn escaped my grasp.
“Hey babe.” I sat up to kneel on the bed. “How did it go?”
Deyha shrugged. “The treatment plan seems solid. Should be a lot smoother than last time.”
“Plan? So it’s not already finished?”
Deyha smirked. “Well the part you care about is done, but the broader adjustments away from the maintenance dose framework are less instant, simply because I’m not in a hurry.”
“I— your virility isn’t all I care about…”
“Oh? So you’d like to hear details about the rest of the changes?”
I felt my face warm as Deyha’s expression became even more smug. “I’m sorry baby, maybe it’s just Lynn’s bad influence but it’s so fun to torture you sometimes.”
I squinted and folded my arms. “You’re both being very evil and naughty today.”
“Oh, we haven’t even started with the naughty stuff I have planned.” Deyha pushed off the door and approached the bed.
“I— uh… what naughty stuff do you have planned?”
“I figured I’d string you along a bit, maybe have long talks about our feelings.”
I squinted as Deyha crawled up onto the bed and flopped backwards across the sheets.
She spread her arms wide and then folded her hands behind her head. “Or maybe I’ll just take a nap. All that modding can really take it out of ya, you know?”
“I know…” I repositioned to straddle her lap as she got comfortable. She smirked, opening an eye to peek before resuming her pretended rest. “Maybe~ you can just relax while I give you a little massage?”
“A massage? Like the times you shoved your fingers up under my scales?”
I hummed and nodded as I focused on unlatching the buckle of her tool belt.
“You never offer to massage me.” Carolyn put on an affronted tone.
“No, because I just went for it once and now you request backscratches and foot rubs.”
“Must be nice~” Deyha mused and I turned my attention back to her.
“You are always making excuses not to be touched.” I removed her phone from the front pocket and did a quick pat to make sure nothing else could fall out before laying everything off to the side. “It’s always. ‘I need a shower’ or ‘I have to go enter receipts’. Do you have an excuse today as well?”
“Would it be a problem if I did?”
My hands stilled on the hem of her shirt and I struggled to slow down and be mindful of my response. “Not exactly…”
Deyha rolled her eyes. “Aren’t we just a matched set? So obsessed with not inconveniencing each other.”
“There’s nothing wrong with that.”
The bed creaked as Carolyn crawled on and flopped lazily beside Deyha. “Gods—” She groaned, “Will you two fuck already? At this point you’re just stringing me along as well.”
“I—but…”
“She has a point.” Deyha shrugged.
“Wait, you’re doing this on purpose?” I held fistfulls of Deyha’s shirt as she chuckled.
“I did say—“
“You did.” I cut her off as I pulled her shirt up, I kept tugging until she had to sit up to let me pull it off entirely, and Carolyn took the opportunity to drag her toolbelt out of the way and off the bed entirely.
“You want to talk about feelings too?” I pushed her back into the bed and scooted forward on my knees as her dick started to grow. I didn’t wait for her to reply as I braced my hands on her hips.
“I feel like I should have been pregnant months ago. I feel like all our dilly dallying was a massive waste of time that could have all been avoided if you’d just said you were hoping to have kids some day.” I lost steam on my complaint as I looked up. She’d just let me take off her clothes with little to no resistance, and now I was rewarded with an uninterrupted view of her skin.
The zigzag marks from where her scales used to grow were smoother now, merely slightly different pigmented skin, and she had grown a light sort of fuzz that gradually thickened near her navel.
Her skin shook under my fingers as I splayed my hands out over her stomach.
Carolyn chuckled, shaking me from my revelry. “And what if she had mentioned it? Would you have volunteered on day one?”
“I… maybe? I don’t know. I never really thought of kids before coming to the farm.”
“Would it change your mind to know that this is probably a side effect of your mods?”
“What?”
Carolyn propped herself up on an elbow and nodded. “Your first few months were quite the roller coaster of hormones, and simulating the rise and drop in progesterone from childbearing and delivery was a part of kicking off your lactation. I basically programmed your body to think you’d given birth.”
I stared at Carolyn as I struggled to form a timeline of my past feelings.
“I… I mean I guess I expected that?”
“You did.” Carolyn nodded. “You thought we would impregnate you first thing after snapping that collar around your neck.”
“Wait, so are you saying you modded me to want to be pregnant? And that’s why I’ve… uh…” I trailed off.
Carolyn shrugged. “From a certain point of view.”
“Lynn.” Deyha’s voice had a bit of an edge to it now as she propped herself up on an elbow too.
“What? It’s not like it’s a problem.” Carolyn gestured at me.
“Of course it’s a problem!” Deyha sat up completely now but I tried to take comfort in the way she looped an arm around my back to keep me in her lap.
I had the terrible foreboding feeling that Deyha was going to call all of this off. That she wouldn’t be able to trust that I wanted this. But could I trust that I wanted this?
“Deyha… please.” I pulled at her shoulder and then had to hold her cheek to get her to look at me instead of Carolyn.
I wanted to tell her that it didn’t matter why I wanted her baby, but I still had the presence of mind to figure that wouldn’t help my case.
“It’s okay. We have a long time to second guess this, but please for the love of— whatever. For the love of me. Please don’t call this all off.”
“But what if—“
“If I change my mind then we have options. So many options. But please don’t make me wake up tomorrow wishing for the hundredth time that it wasn’t all just a dream. I’m so tired of only dreaming of that fullness,” I held my hand over my womb. “Do you understand? I promise there will be no doubt.”
“You’re sure you want a kid?”
“I’ve only said it a few dozen times.”
“Will you say it again?”
I huffed a laugh as she held my cheek. “Deyha, will you give me a baby?”
“See?” Carolyn gestured at me, “No problem!”
“Lynn…” Deyha continued to look me in the eyes, holding my gaze with an intensity that made my stomach twist. “We’re going to have to talk about your timing.”
“Later.” I insisted. “Some other time.”
“Right.” Deyha chuckled. “Because at the moment a very patient heifer needs to be bred.”
“I’m not feeling very patient ~” I sang through clenched teeth.
“Me neither.” Deyha chuckled as she guided me off her lap. “But I do think there is some due process to be executed here.”
“I think due process might be your kink.” I lifted my hooves as Deyha grabbed the waistband of my shorts and began to tug.
“And what if it is?”
“I’m kink shaming.”
“Oh really?” Deyha laughed as I pulled her off balance.
“Really! Stop acting like you have any doubts about starting a family!”
“She has a point…” Carolyn chimed in again, and I took advantage of Deyha’s distraction to pull her again, successfully causing her to plant her hands in the bedspread on either side of my head.
“What will it take to convince you?” I held onto her wrists, challenging her to try and stand on her knees again.
“I’m convinced, I’m just trying to rationalize how you can both be the cute little stray we adopted as well as a consenting adult.”
“Carolyn hasn’t corrupted you into the mindset of being a master for a sex pet?”
Deyha squinted at me. “No, I can't say that she has.”`
“Thats fine~” I played up the wistful melodrama in my tone as I released her wrists and reached between us to find her dick. “I always understood that we would have our own dynamic. You as the hard-working provider and me as the barefoot— barehooved?— homemaker.”
Deyha’s eyebrows rose but she didn't argue, so I decided I’d have to up the ante.
“If you have a trad-wife kink then I suppose I’ll just have to start acting my part. Shunning modernity, embracing tradition…”
“So you kinkshame due process, but not a patriarchy fetish… interesting.”
“Sarcasm!” I whined as she leaned in, resting her breasts against mine as she kissed my cheek.
“Mmmm, I figured.”
My reply was cut off in a gasp as she rocked forward, sliding through my fingers directly into me.
I curled my whole body around her on instinct. Lifting my hips into her as I hurried to get my arms out from between us and wrapped around her.
I basked in the rush of tingling across my skin as I tried to pull myself closer to the incredible warmth on top of me. There was a pause, just a moment to get a good breath before Deyha eased more weight onto me, holding my shoulders for leverage as she rocked her hips into my thighs. Each thrust ripped the air from my lungs, renewing the waves of excitement over my skin until I was once again submerged in my favorite sea of bliss.
This was it, this time would be different. The real deal. The cum I was about to receive would be more alive than ever before and I felt comforted by the idea of countless little sperm finally finding a real egg.
I knew there was no way I would physically feel the difference, but I was feeling something new on a higher level. This wasn’t an exercise in pretend and make-believe anymore. After years of imagining a human connection and now a year of imagining getting pregnant, the fact that there was no effort to pretend was freeing.
And there wasn't even any perverse fear involved. For a decade at least I'd fantasized about all manners of emotional torture, any price in exchange for just feeling like a woman, and so many times the most tantalyzing fear was of being impregnated. Knocked up and left alone to suffer. But this couldn't be farther from that. My heart was full to bursting with love and I'd completely flipped my perspective on pregnancy too. This wasn't something that I was willing to do in exchange for some benefit.
The benefit had already been given and it was hard to believe that a child had ever been asked of me. Maybe it had at some point, but it couldn't possibly matter. Right now, Deyha was giving me a child because I wanted one, we wanted one. Together.
The selfish joy was intoxicating. My own baby, our own little human to bring into the messy scary world and set loose to dream and discover. Soon it wouldn't be about me, and it was hard to decide when that change would happen, but right now the biological itch to conceive was getting one hell of a scratch and I was floating in a sea of reward chemicals that were all here to tell me what a good thing I was doing.
So I basked.
I rubbed my hands over the scars on Deyha’s back. Feeling the exquisite texture and warmth as just one more good and perfect facet of this moment, just like the soft and all-encompasing warmth between my thighs and deep inside me.
Straining my back to feel closer was accomplishing nothing for me, but I continued to cling and pull anyways, desperate for something closer than full body contact.
My hips shook with the effort of twisting to meet Deyha’s thrusts and as exhaustion won out the pleasure took on a new quality. Without my struggle to hold on and move into Deyha, sex became less something that I was participating in and more something that was happening to me, and part of me really really enjoyed being used.
The strength melted from my back as fingers combed into my hair, tugging gently and then tightening as gentle petting turned to firm squeezes and pressure.
My moans wavered as Deyha shook both of us on the bed and through blurry unfocused vision I could see Carolyn, holding my hair as she placed her other hand over my neck. Slipping her thumb under my collar as she held her palm to my throat
The touch wasn't firm, certainly not suffocating or otherwise dangerous, but it was exciting, another casual restraint that reinforced the feeling that I was nothing more than a sexual relief doll that happened to love her job.
The pounding on my thighs stuttered and relented, slowing to a stop as Deyha eased herself up, effortlessly escaping my grasp as Carolyn continued to short circuit my ability to resist. My head also began to clear as my sweat chilled and Carolyn coached me to slow my breathing.
“We aren’t… done already are we?” I spoke between gasps as Deyha readjusted to rest on her knees.
“Not quite,” she smirked down at me. “Lynn was just beginning to worry you would pass out.”
“I’m fine~” I whined as Carolyn smoothed my hair and extracted her fingers from under my collar.
“In my professional opinion, you were a little lost in the sauce.” Carolyn patted my forehead now and repositioned to lean against the headboard.
“Lost in the sauce is fine!” I argued but Carolyn only chuckled.
“Nevertheless, strangling Deyha isn’t helping.”
I debated arguing that I couldn't possibly have been holding on that tight, but I had a feeling the argument wouldn't go in my favor.
“Sorry.” I avoided Deyha’s amused smirk as Carolyn leaned in to claim her bite. “What do we do now?” I tried to keep my tone level as Carolyn chomped gently on the upper part of my boob near my shoulder.
“Well,” Deyha spoke conversationally as she leaned forward and braced her arms on either side of my head again, "I figure all we need to do is occupy your hands somehow and then everything will be fine.”
“Okay,” I held up my wrists as though they had handcuffs ready for me. “Do what you have to, just make it quick.”
“You are waaay too willing to be tied up.” Deyha took my hands and laced our fingers together. “We both know that the feeling of being tangled up and unable to move frustrates the hell out of you.”
“I’ve read too much hentai about cow girls getting tied up and milked to care about some little sensory issue.”
“Pervert.” Carolyn chuckled as Deyha leaned forward, pinning my hands to the bed at shoulder level.
"You caught me." I drawled, sarcasm back in full force. "I've tried so hard to act innocent and cute but the truth has always been I'm simply obsessed with sex."
"Did you record that?" Deyha shot a glance at Carolyn as she pressed in once more.
"Yep, got it all here on tape."
"Ah~ The hell you did~" I whined and arched my back as Deyha pressed in and Carolyn slipped her fingers under my collar again.
“We don’t even need a recording~” Carolyn smirked down at me. “All it takes is a little incentive and you’ll admit it to anyone.”
I fought the instinct to argue. It’s not like I had a leg to stand on, currently spread out beneath Deyha and getting dicked down. My hips spasmed as she pressed in again.
“I have a confession.” Deyha paused again and I rolled my eyes as yet another delay appeared out of nowhere.
“Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll forgive you.”
“Hopefully,” She let go of my hands and sat up. Her tone didn’t sound very apologetic, so I had to assume it wasn’t anything bad, just an excuse to edge me again. “You see, Carolyn told me about all the fun she had with you using the cum lube… and I’m a little sad that I missed out.”
“It was a huge mess. Carolyn can grab the spare bottle from the closet.”
“No need.” She held my knees as she readjusted her position. “I had a little chat with Mazer, and since the sperm is magic anyways, neither of us saw any reason to limit the volume.”
My eyes widened. “But… conservation of mass. The fluid has to come from somewhere.”
“I’ll worry about where it comes from, you just worry about where it's going.”
“Inside me?” I covered my stomach with both hands and Deyha patted hers on top.
“Right here…” she trailed her hand up and made a loose circular gesture “and maybe here as well.”
“Great.” I weighed the word down with as much sarcasm and impatience as I could muster. “Anything else?”
“There is, actually—“
“It can wait. Deyha. My love. I would like to get pregnant this evening.”
“Fine~, fine~” she took my hands again and pressed them into the pillows. “It can just be a surprise.”
“What?”
Instead of answering, Deyha just rolled her hips into me. The movement caught me off guard despite everything and my train of thought immediately realigned with this objectively more important development.
“Fuck~” my breath came out in a huff as Deyha quickly settled into her pace.
I gave up on seeing and hearing things as the sensations in my core demanded more and more attention. Muscles I didn’t know how to flex were spasming and clamping down involuntarily, and the ones I could control weren’t responding right. My attempts to move with her felt sloppy and delayed. Counter productive even, as I dipped below waves of sparkles and stars again.
My breathing became desperate as Deyha’s predictable thrusts pressed so perfectly inside me, and just the feeling of those expectations being met began building me up toward the familiar and always-craved rush of pleasure.
Deyha had to be getting close as well. If the idea of getting me pregnant wasn’t enough to set her off then I wasn't sure what would.
“Fuck~” Deyha’s voice was just barely audible over her breathing and the creaking complaints of the bedframe. “Ow- fuck” her voice changed from strained to pained and she eased herself up off of me.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, I just tweaked my back— fuck.”
“Are you going to be okay?” I sat up as she groaned and rolled onto her back beside me. “Do we need to stop?”
“I… probably shouldn’t just push through the pain, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“I’d never, but like… would it hurt if I was on top?”
Carolyn chuckled and I turned to her. “What?”
“It’s just funny how desperate you are.”
I squinted at her until she had to look away.
“If you’re gentle…” Deyha winced as she shifted to get comfortable, “then you can try being on top.”
I tried to move slowly and deliberately as I climbed onto Deyha’s lap again. I wanted to lay against her, to feel her warmth and blanket her in turn, but I didn't want to risk making her feel worse. It was hard to believe I hadn't caused her to strain her back in the first place with how tightly I was holding on.
“Gentle.” I reminded myself under my breath. I took care to focus my weight on the bed as I lined up and eased myself down onto her.
I sighed as I relaxed into her lap. My breath came out as a pant as I braced my hands against the bed and rocked forward a couple inches. This is what I had imagined each time I'd obsessed with being filled. Sadly, the reality wasn't enough to satisfy.
I let myself sink back onto Deyha's lap, breathing out again as I did. Restraint was going to be a real problem real soon. A little bundle of excitement was winding up in my core and it was being pretty insistent in its demands for friction and fullness.
The first compromise was how much weight I put on Deyha. I lay down against her as I lifted my hips again, resting my cheek on her chest as I tried to strike a balance between roughness I wanted and the gentleness she deserved. Deyha's arms wrapping around me brought an amazing warmth. She let out a huff of air as I let my hips fall into her again. The dull slap was audible now and I wormed my arms under her as I moved up and down again.
"Deyha~" I whined and rubbed my face on her chest.
"Yes dear?" there was the slightest shake to her voice and let her breath consume my attention for a moment before realizing that was a question of a sort. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I just needed to say her name: hear it for myself.
"Fuck meee~" I whined. "Pleaseee~" I trailed off as Deyha's hands trailed down my back.
I lost my breath as her fingers dug into my asscheeks and I didn't have a chance to breathe again before she lifted and guided me through another slow thrust.
What little strength I had in my hips evaporated, and I collapsed against her as she began moving me up and down her dick. She made it seem so effortless, and I moaned freely as she expertly wound the tension in my core. She was using me like a toy now, and nothing could feel more correct. I breathed in time with the thrusts as she increased the pace, shaking both of us on the bed as I lost myself in the sensations
“Cum inside, get me pregnant!” I babbled and whined as she held me on the edge of an orgasm. Unlike usual, I couldn't seem to reach that crest, and the frustration gave me the slightest bit of clarity.
Carolyn wasn’t immune to the rocking of the bed, and she smirked as Deyha continued to thrust up into me long after the point where I’d usually have been a quivering puddle.
Carolyn folded her arms, “If I didn't know better, I’d think she was stalling.”
“Just… testing something.” Deyha spoke through clenched teeth as I leaned forward again, bracing my hands on her shoulders.
“Testing what?” I wasn’t left to wonder long before something clicked. Deyha dropped me into her lap-- even pulling me down as I felt her cock pulse inside me. Tingling shocks spread up my back in waves as a relatively calm orgasm finally washed over me. I might have even felt disappointed if that had been the end of it, but the rush continued to ripple over my skin as I collapsed onto Deyha, basking in her soft warmth as I felt warm and drunk on the euphoria of the moment.
Deyha’s cock continued to pulse and the hot fullness became nearly uncomfortable as I mustered the coordination and focus to sit up again.
Rather than asking for further explanation I went ahead and just lifted myself off her lap. I don't know what I expected, but the small fountain of cum pouring out of me was quite a surprise. It immediately formed a puddle on Deyha’s pelvis and continued to spread as Carolyn clapped excitedly.
“Jesus Christ…” I muttered as the oozing mess slowed to a trickle. “Is that going to happen every time?”
“I can talk to Mazer about scaling back a bit—“
“No, don't.” Carolyn interrupted. “—At least not until you’ve done that to me but please please don’t revert that.”
“Do you have some sort of cum fetish?” I laid down on my back between Deyha and Carolyn and snuggled up; using Deyha’s bicep as a pillow while I rested a hand on Carolyn's lap.
"Would it be a problem if I did?" She rested both of her hands on my lower abdomen, but before I could appreciate how merciful it was for her to not start fingering me, she pressed down. I winced and curled up on myself as she caused a glob of cum to basically squirt out of me and puddle on the sheets between my legs.
"Carolynnnnn~" I groaned but she was unmoved, seemingly deaf to my complaint as she surveyed the mess.
“I’d take that as confirmation.” Deyha repositioned and pulled me back down effortlessly dragging me to be her little spoon.
“Deyhaaaa it’s sticky!”
“I know, babe, I know. We’ll wash up soon.”
I squinted and wrinkled my nose at Carolyn, who seemed entirely unabashed.
“What are you pouting about? You’ve just gotten a very productive creampie! Just like you wanted!”
“Insane…” I mumbled as I reassigned myself to Deyha’s embrace. “Fucking jizzed out a quart of goo— not how I imagined this going, for the record.”
“Disappointed?” Deyha’s tone seemed offended on surface level but something in the way she trailed her hand over my stomach belied a coy sort of humor.
“No~ I imagined it being a lot shorter and less remarkable. You have certainly made an event of this despite all odds.”
“You can thank Mazer for that. He has a lot of experience with people who hate edging, and gave very valuable input.”
“What does edging have to do with…oh for fucks sake.”
Carolyn was positively cackling now and I had half a mind to refuse her admission to the cuddle session. Deyha merely chuckled at my indignation.
“The subtler improvement he made is that you can now last as long as me.”
“Charitable way of describing it.” I grumbled “Did he just do a stealth mod on me? Or…”
“No, this is on me. You can be a quick shot for anyone else if you want.”
“Evil” I resolved to pout despite the afterglow “It's not like I ever tapped out before you could finish.”
“This isn’t a punishment!” Deyha squeezed me gently.
“Really? Because it sounds like now I have to cum when you do or not at all.”
“No, nothing like that. I just have a— what is it the kids call it? A cheat code? My creampies cause orgasms. It’s genuinely quite unfair to everyone else.”
My face warmed as I realized just how specifically Mazer had pegged me, and for all I knew it was Mikah’s fault. Those goddamned captions were such an addictive fantasy and the specific pill that turns guys into hyper fertile girls had been a fixation for me. In particular, the fact that the variant made it so creampies were the only way to cum and guaranteed pregnancy… breeder pills had gone through every porn trope in the book and I still scrolled them, even after getting the body of my dreams.
Carolyn took advantage of my distraction to worm her way into my arms and I begrudgingly dispensed back scratches. She was so docile like this it was almost possible to forget all the sadistic little tendencies she sometimes loosed on me.
As if reading my mind, Carolyn began to nibble at my shoulder.
"You're a butt." I shrugged her off but she tightened her grip and bit harder.
"Deyha?" I twisted to get a little space between me and the chompy dragon. "How long until you can go again? I think Carolyn needs enrichment to distract herself from teething instincts."
That earned me another bite but Deyha pressed a hand to Carolyn's chest, effectively strong-arming her off of me
"I do think I need a moment. And it may be safest to have something to drink as well…"
"Oh! We have drinks!" I crawled over Carolyn and rolled off the bed. "We have some sort of off-brand fruit punch as well as trail mix."
"I don't think I should drink trail mix…" Deyha chuckled as she sat up and I squinted at her.
"You know what I meant."
"Yep. sure did." She stretched and rubbed her lower back. "Well, in that case we can probably relocate our after-care to the bath-house."
"You don't want something to drink?" I started filling cups without waiting for her answer.
"I'm multitalented." Deyha kept an arm around Carolyn as she got to her feet. "I can walk, drink, and keep the feral lizard off of you all at once."
"You're lucky I love you." Carolyn rounded on Deyha. "Anyone else might not survive such indiscretions."
"Yeah, yeah. Love you too. Do you want a creampie or not?"
"Yes…" Carolyn seemed suddenly timid, and I was a bit thrown off guard by the absolute flip.
"Good girl." Deyha kissed her forehead and accepted her mug of juice.