Stupid Sexy Cryptids [120, 121, 122]

120: Uncollared Fox

We watched the Omnid broadcast with great curiosity for a few minutes. Eventually, the topic moved away from the Frotenachii interdimensional crimes onto Omnid general news.

“Boooooring,” Sage declared, blowing a raspberry at the holographic image of the Omnithornian news anchor discussing celebrity gossip.

The TVs became covered with static, the images fading away.

“But…” Galateya let out. “What if there’s more? We need to know if—”

“Doubtful,” Sage snapped her fingers with an exhale.

The walls of televisions died. The static fizzled into darkness, leaving the shack illuminated by moonlight from above, the soft, bioluminescent flowers from below and Galateya’s glowing mane. “I can’t hold the signal forevah. The news cycle is harsh. I expected more praise for my new pillow.”

Galateya blinked, tail swishing through the colorful grasses.

Sage bounced on me, straddling my lap. “Politics is for people who aren't currently sitting on a naked Emperor of Earth who just fucked the entire Frontenachii armada. Prioritize, T-bun. Prioritize.”

I swallowed hard.

My mind, recently snapped back together from its dual-existence across space, was having a bit of a processing error. Specifically, my Frontend, which was currently absolutely drowning in an ocean of love because Sage was wiggling directly atop me.

She was perfect. Perfect from every angle. Like the ideal manifestation of a girl next door. Like the most attractive Hollywood actress. Like the hottest porn star on the net. Like a living painting of liquid perfection photoshopped into existence. Like the prettiest anime girl. Like a hentai scene transposed onto reality…

Yes, I get the picture. I thought with the back of my mind. She’s pretty alright.

“Do you submit to the fluff?” Sage purred, blue eyes dancing with brilliant spirals as she leaned closer to my face, her impressive rack dragging across me. “Or can you resist my dastardly charm?”

“I dunno, can I?” I teased her back.

“Do ten million pushups,” she ordered, suddenly looking concerned.

My Frontend drooled at the absolute unit of sex goddess sitting atop me, pulling on my body to…

The motion didn’t even begin as the Frontend had no body control.

“Nah,” I grabbed her face with my hands and smooshed it. “I’d rather smoosh the fluff. Thanks for the V-cast to Omnithornia, foxxy.”

“Anytime, Ashy.” She leaned closer, panting slightly.

We kissed. Fireworks ignited in my head, like a radiant aurora of pure arousal, a tidal wave of bliss, love, serenity and joy so absolute it drowned the Frontend of my thoughts whole.

Sage pulled back blinking.

“Ten billion pushups,” she whispered. “Right now.”

“Nope,” I grinned at her.

“Aaaaa… Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” She squealed and her eyes filled with tears, making her look even more surreally ravishing, like a Renaissance masterpiece of a lamenting, naked maiden. “T-bunses!” She grabbed the dragon girl and squished her hard. “He’s not breaking! HE’S NOT BREAKING! HE’S THE REAL THING! AHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Aaaaaaaahhhhh!””

Galateya made a bothered noise.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve looked for someone like him?” Sage glanced at me, freckles detonating into heart emojis. “Someone unbreakable? Like that movie Unbreakable, except unbreakable to my charm, not violence? Aaaaaaaahhhhh!" Sage vibrated against me, sounding like a tea kettle realizing it had achieved enlightenment.

Her hands flashed to her neck.

Fingers dug into the 'BARNYARD CASANOVA' choker. The dark collar snapped with a sound like a pistol crack.

She ripped the thing off.

The inside of the collar wasn't leather. 

I saw thousands of microscopic runes etched into the interior that pulsed with trapped rainbows. Reality seemed to exhale with a solar flare's worth of magical power being unleashed. Thousands of vulpine eyes ignited around Sage all staring at me like an eldritch cloud of foxness.

The air in the shack grew heavy with want.

If Sage had been twenty out of ten before, she just broke the scale and invented numbers that made base mathematics weep. Pure, concentrated attraction hit me like a freight train with no breaks.

My Frontend screamed. It wanted to buy her a country. It wanted to invent a new color just for her eyes. It wanted to crawl into her embrace and live there paying rent in worship.

Sage leaned forward. Her hair cascaded down like a waterfall of spun rubies and starlight.

"Do a somersault," she commanded.

The voice didn't enter my ears. It bypassed the auditory nerve and hooked directly into my motor cortex. It felt like gravity had shifted. The universe demanded a somersault. Physics required it. To not do a summersalt was to deny the fundamental laws of existence.

My muscles tensed. The Frontend clawed for the controls, desperate to obey the foxy Goddess.

I stayed put.

"Nah," I said. “Sounds like effort.”

Teya suddenly rolled over, doing a half-assed somersault.

Sage choked. Her mouth fell open. The spirals in her eyes spun faster, searching mine, finding only my stubborn refusal to perform gymnastics.

"He said no," she whispered, looking at Galateya. "T-bun, he said no to the raw, un-collared me! Eeeeeee!"

Galateya made a whimpering noise. She was staring at Sage, drooling slightly and panting, mane dancing with inverted-rainbow-flowers. She slapped herself and blinked, the imprint of her hand radiating red, staying on her face. “Ugh. That’s… you’re… sooooo pretty… I want to…”

Sage glanced at drooling Teya then at me. “Hmmmm… that might be a little much for our scaled cutie.”

She snapped the collar back onto her neck and the radiance of love lessened slightly. Galateya blinked.

“You okay, T?” Sage pawed the dragon girl. 

Galateya blinked, eyes refocusing. “Y-yeah.” She let out, swaying slightly. “I think so? Maybe? It was… a bit unexpected. I should be okay to handle it with the Truth sword, if you do it again.”

Sage turned back to me. She looked like a kid who just found out Santa Claus was real, alive, and sitting in her living room.

"You said no," she breathed. "You looked at the unshielded feed and didn’t even budge. The un-collared skulk. The full force of fourteen thousand souls screaming 'love me' and you just... shrugged it off?"

"I did."

"You really, actually like me?"

"I do."

"You can withstand me?"

"Yep."

She launched herself into an all-encompassing hug.

"Mine! Mine! Validated! Immune!" She screamed the words into my neck.

Teeth sank into my shoulder. Claiming. Gnawing. She rubbed her face against my chest, vibrating with enough intensity to power a small city. Licks coated my jaw, my neck, my ear. This wasn't the predatory tasting from before, wasn't a tease of an overly-confident hunter. Unadulterated, puppy-like enthusiasm pounded at me with hundreds of kisses and licks.

My neural interface band buzzed.

“Eh?” Sage momentarily paused her aggressive, rapid assault.

A projection of Shady and Nexxali manifested in the air beside us.

“Hey, Ashikins,” Nexxali said. “We just got back home from Sillicia’s ship and…”

The serval girl’s words halted as she processed the scene. The tall, dark Wendigo girl beside her looked beat.

“Are we… interrupting something?” Nexxali tilted her head at me. 

Shady simply stared.

“Just some friendly mauling fun,” Sage said.

Galateya realized she was practically naked. A high-pitched squeak escaped her throat, sounding like a mouse being stepped on. She scrambled sideways and dove behind a large, thick fern. Only her horns and violet eyes peered from above the green swaying leaves.

Nexxali noted the dragon’s escape and chortled.

"Ashy," Shady said finally. "Why is there a naked human girl sitting on your chest?"

Uhhh…” I let out, struggling to formulate a diplomatic answer while a very enthusiastic Sage used my chest as a seat.

“Naked?” Sage chirped, twisting her torso to face the projection. She didn’t scramble off, nor cover up. Instead, she struck a pose, arching her back to accentuate the curve of her spine and the heavy sway of her breasts. “I prefer ‘texturally accessible.’ See, I’m wearing a collar. It counts as formal wear in some interdimensional jurisdictions. Also… Hi! You must be… Mmmm… Commandant Nexxali and Princess Aquillianne, yes? A pleasure to make your acquaintance. I’m Marquess of Sagetopia, Landlady of Darkfall, Sanguine Raelle Vale!”

The Skinwalker sounded far too formal for her naked state.

“Marquess Sanguine, hum?” Shady arched an eyebrow. “Mind explaining why you’re slobbering all over my human?”

“Mmmm…” Sage tapped her chin, slyly looking left and right. Her blue eyes caught the dragon girl behind the fern. “The Baroness of Earth, Galateya Frontenachi gave me permission to nibble on her consort.”

“Did she now?” Shady asked.

“T-bun back me up,” Sage whispered conspiratorially in the direction of Teya.

All of us stared at Galateya.

The fern fronds rustled. A scaled hand gripped the green stalk, bending it downward. Galateya rose from her leafy concealment, scales flashing a deep, mortified, glowing crimson that illuminated the moss around her. She refused to look at the holographic projection, keeping her violet eyes fixed on a rotting wooden beam above.

She managed to grow a bark-style covering atop of her chest, like a woodland fairy bra.

"That’s... technically accurate," Galateya stated finally. Her voice held the rigidity of someone reading a legal deposition while standing naked in a swamp. "Referencing the Open Circle Clause Ash inserted into our blood-pact… he’s ours. I’m your Clan’s… Hearth-Keeper and… Sanguine Raelle, Sage… is my knight. Will be my knight. Very soon."

She paused, swallowing hard. Sage did a fistpump. Shady and Nexxali stared.

"I granted Sage temporary usage rights of my consort," the dragon girl finished, the words sounding like they physically hurt her dignity.

"Usage rights," Sage snorted, bouncing slightly on my lap. "Make him sound like a rental car, T-bun. No temporary! Permanent usage rights. Ain’t no way I’m letting go of this juicy human bean now."

She leaned down and kissed me, one blue eye looking at the projection in a challenging manner.

Shady crossed her arms in the hologram. “What are you?”

“I’m a Skinwalker,” Sage said. “Over nine thousand foxes in a raincoat.”

Shady’s eyes twitched.

"Too late to look bothered! We already wrecked his robot face," Sage stated cheerfully. She leaned forward, poking a claw through the flickering blue light of Shady’s projected torso. "Then we had a moment. A very sticky, mossy moment. You should have been here, Princess. The Feng Shui in this shack was terrible before Teya got horny and redecorated with flowers."

Shady remained silent. Her silver eyes tracked the way Sage’s thighs gripped my waist. She looked more tired than angry.

"Galateya," Shady said.

The dragon girl flinched. "Yes, Princess?"

"Is she… useful to our circle?"

Galateya blinked, finally looking at the hologram. The question seemed to ground her, pulling her out of the embarrassment spiral. She straightened her posture.

"Yes," Galateya said firmly. "Highly. Her control over the local Astral phenomena allows for V-cast signal amplification exceeding base fleet specifications. We would not have broadcast the Emperor's message without her.”

“Broadcast it where?” Shady asked.

“Omnithornia,” I said. “Sage helped boost the signal to my gun unit body, helped destroy the Slayer's Sword and cast my speech from the capital ship to Omnithornia.”

“WHAT?!” Nexali and Shady’s eyes went wide. “She what?!”

“I made sure that Omnids know what the Frontenachii bad girls have been up to on my lovely planet,” Sage purred, leaning down to lick me again. 

“Leviathan’s tits,” Nexxali whistled. “This changes… everything.”

 
“Das’ right,” Sage nodded. “And as my reward, I would like to be part of your ‘Circle” or whatever. To paw at the Emperor whenever I want to. Which is often. Because he’s immune to my mind-melting Skinwalkerness.”

“Fine,” Shady let out, slumping into Nexxali. “I will trust Teya to handle you, Skinwalker.”

“Appreciate it,” Sage bobbed.

“Are you okay, Shades?” I asked.

“I’m… managing,” she said. “Pulling that many soul shards back into myself as the extra bodies died was an effort and a half. Going to have a nap, I think. We’ll see you all at the mansion, yes?”

“Yes,” I said. 

“After I teach Teya things,” Sage said.

“What kind of things?” Shady asked.

“You two have been neglecting your Hearth-Keeper big time,” Sage pointed out. “To the point where she snapped and froze the shit out of my family’s cafe. Therefore, it falls to me to educate her on the matters of relationships.”

Shady pursed her lips. Nexxali looked contemplative. The serval rubbed the back of her head.

“Yeah,” she let out. “I guess we have been keeping her in the dark about a lot of things. Sorry, Teya. I was concerned that you’d figure out that Xandy is Shady and then our whole operation would go tits up before we could get our hands on the Frontenachii capital ship. I promise to make it up to you… now that it’s over.”

She elbowed the half-asleep looking Shady.

“Likewise,” Shady said. “The cat’s out of the bag now, I guess.”

“Mhmm.” Nexxali nodded. “Aight. I’ll purr our Princess to bed and make sure her dreams are lovely. Have fun you three.”

She winked at us and the transmission cut out.

“Can I turn that off now?” Sage asked, grabbing onto the headband. “No more annoying interruptions tonight please.”

“Aight.” I shrugged.

Sage’s hand became furry, then bony. She tore the headband off my head and snapped it in half, the lights winking away.

“Kay, is serious bonking time,” she grinned at me.

121: Bonking [18+ Patreon Exclusive]

Silence stretched. 

Heavy. Thick. Smelling of rain, wet earth, and fox musk.

Sage shifted on my lap, her skin feeling hot and feverish against my chest. She turned her head, fixing the cowering dragon girl with a predatory grin.

Then, she slid back and began wiggling against my rapidly hardening shaft, making happy fox noises.

“Lizard in a bush, come out, come out,” she teased.

Galateya let out a huff and crawled over to us. Sage grabbed her face and began kissing her. The Taniwha practically melted into the Skinwalker’s nuzzles. Sage’s mouth devoured Galateya’s hesitation.

I watched the action from below.

The moonlight filtering through the shattered roof caught the sweat slicking their skin. Sage’s spine arched, the muscles taut. She ground her pelvis down against my erection one last time, a taunting friction, before breaking the kiss.

Saliva bridged their lips for a second before snapping.

“Good start,” Sage whispered, breathless. 

“I, uhm… I don't know what to do,” Galateya confessed.

“Ah! Easy-peasy." Sage lifted herself off me. The loss of heat and lovely weight became replaced by the cool air of the shack that tasted of jungle wildflowers thanks to Galateya’s reality terraforming magic.

“Go on, T-bun,” Sage ordered. She grabbed Galateya’s wrist and pulled the Taniwha forward. “Claim him.”

Galateya looked down at me. Violet eyes wide, pupils blown to black saucers. Her chest heaved, the bark-like bra slowly melting back into her skin. Scales along her thighs shimmered, shifting from a defensive crimson to a softer, inviting pink.

“Now what?” Galateya’s voice trembled.

"Step one. Remove clothes." Sage's fingers became sharp white-bone blades and she sliced Galateya's borrowed pants without remorse, leaving the dragon completely naked and blushing furiously. 

“Step two. Have fun. Experiment. Biology is universal,” Sage said. She positioned herself behind the dragon girl, hands sliding over Galateya’s scaled waist. “Instinct knows. Stop thinking about things so hard. You’re a dragon. Take what you want! We're all friends here. Get wild. Be free.”

Sage gently guided the Taniwha to take the spot she was inhabiting moments ago. Galateya's knees hit the mossy mattress on two sides of my hips.

I reached up. My hands found the curve of her thighs. She was smooth, warm, a fusion of silky skin and polished stone. A low hum vibrated through her, a deep, happy purr building deep within her chest.

“Come here, Teya,” I said.

She lowered herself slowly.

The movement lacked Sage’s absolute confidence. It possessed a raw, nervous energy. Her eyes locked onto mine, seeking reassurance.

“Legs wider,” Sage instructed from the side. The Skinwalker leaned in, prodding Galateya’s knee. “Anchor yourself. You need leverage.”

Galateya adjusted. The moss beneath us responded to her anxiety, sprouting tiny, frantic blue forget-me-nots around my ankles.

She hovered above me.

“Touch it,” Sage commanded. “Guide him in. Don’t wait for him to do the work. You’re the Hearth-Keeper. Start the fire.”

Galateya’s hand moved down. Scaled fingers wrapped around me. The cool touch of her claws against the fever-hot skin sent a jolt through my spine.

Galateya lowered her hips.

Smooth, warm, impenetrable scales met me. She frowned, grinding down slightly, but only the friction of polished organic stone rubbed against me.

"Oof," Sage snorted from the side, sliding lower to examine the issue. "Error 404: Pussy not found."

Galateya froze, flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson. She tried to lift herself off, panic radiating from her in waves that made the moss around us wither. "I—I am sorry. The combat shift... it protects vital areas. I do not know how to—"

"Chill, T-bun." Sage grabbed Galateya’s hips, anchoring the dragon girl in place. "You're stressed. You're clenching. It's like trying to shove a coin into a vending machine that has a 'Out of Order' sign taped to it."

"I am not a machine," Galateya squeaked.

"Nah, you’re a Ken doll down there. Smooth as a surfboard." Sage moved her hand between Galateya’s legs. "We gotta hack the mainframe. Or, you know, just ring the doorbell until someone answers."

Sage’s fingers trailed over the smooth expanse of the dragon's crotch. She tapped a claw against the scales. 

"Hello? Anyone home?" Sage teased.

"Sage!" Galateya gasped, squirming.

"Stop fluttering. Ash, hold her waist. Don't let her run away."

I gripped the Taniwha’s hips. 

Sage leaned in close to Galateya’s ear. "You need to want it, T. You need to stop worrying and start thinking about how good it felt when I kissed you earlier."

“I’m… trying,” Galateya let out. “It’s not working. I can’t relax!”

“Hmmmm. Very well. Let’s try the heavy guns. You need to feel… the love,” Sage unclipped her CASANOVA choker. The air around her ignited with shimmering eyes.

“L-love…” Galateya let out, staring at Sage with wide eyes.

“Relax,” Sage’s palm pressed flat against Teya’s crotch, circling slowly. She wasn't being gentle. She applied pressure, grinding her digits against the spot where anatomy should exist, but didn’t.

Galateya let out a sharp breath. Her head fell back, heavy mane of crystalline flowers chiming softly.

"That is it," Sage murmured. "Focus on the friction."

The rubbing intensified. Sage used her other hand to tweak one of Galateya’s suddenly visible nipples, pinching hard. The dragon girl arched her back, a whine escaping her throat.

"Ohhh," Sage looked at me, winking. "She likes it rough. Who knew the dragon-bun had a degradation kink?"

Beneath Sage’s rubbing hand, the scales began to change. The hard, calcified texture softened. The deep crimson color shifted, lightening to a soft, translucent pink. Heat radiated from the spot, intense enough to make the air shimmer.

"Something's waking up," I observed, watching the transformation.

"Yeah, the oven's preheating," Sage said. She slowed her hand, tracing a single claw down the center line of the crotch. "Open sesame."

Galateya shuddered. "Sage... Ahhh... too much."

"Nu-huh! Not enough," Sage corrected. She scraped her nail down the sensitive, softening scales again. "You don't get the prize until you open the wrapper."

She kissed Galateya fiercely.

The moss beneath us exploded into bloom. Vines shot up the walls of the shack, twisting around the dead television sets. The air grew thick with the scent of ozone and wet orchids.

Sage rubbed harder, radiating an ocean of love like a serenity reactor.

Galateya’s breathing turned ragged. She rocked her hips, instinctively seeking more pressure against Sage’s hand.

"Ah-ah," Sage scolded, pulling her hand away abruptly.

Galateya whimpered, chasing the contact. She ground down on my stomach instead, seeking friction.

"No grinding on the furniture until you're ready to sit down," Sage laughed. She brought her hand back, but barely hovered over the skin. "Are you wet yet? Or are we still dealing with the Sahara Desert down here?"

"I... I..." Galateya stammered.

"Show me," Sage ordered. "Melt."

Sage resumed the massage, but this time she used two fingers, pressing deep into the softening tissue. The scales parted. The hard exterior dissolved into blooming softness. A slit formed, wet and glistening in the moonlight, slick with clear, heavy fluid.

"There we go," Sage purred. "We have touchdown. Houston, the eagle has... become a pussy."

Galateya panted, looking down at herself with wide, violet eyes. "It is... sensitive."

"It's supposed to be, dummy." Sage poked the swollen nub at the top of the slit.

Galateya bucked, her inner thighs clamping on my ribs. "Sage!"

Her labia blossomed out with petals of wet pussy lips.

"Okay, okay. You're cooked. You're dripping like a broken faucet." Sage wiped her fingers on Galateya’s thigh, leaving a glistening trail. "Ash, you're up. Or, well, you're already up. T-bun, lift up a bit."

Galateya rose on her knees, trembling. The newly formed anatomy glistened, openly inviting, alien yet familiar.

"Guide it in," Sage instructed, her voice dropping the humor for a second, becoming low and commanding. "Use your hand. Put him inside."

Galateya reached down. Her hand shook. She wrapped her fingers around me once again.

She aligned us.

"Slowly," Sage warned. "Savor it. Bloom more. Sing for us. Let out those pretty wings. I know that you’ve got them, my scaled angel."

Galateya lowered herself. Inch by inch.

The sensation was electric. Tight. Incredibly hot. The internal texture rippled, muscular ridges gripping me as she sank down.

"Oh," Galateya breathed, her eyes rolling back. "Oh, Leviathan’s cunt… that's amazing!"

She paused halfway, overwhelmed.

"Keep going," Sage urged, slapping Galateya’s ass. "Bottom out. Take the whole thing."

Her hands slid between us, kneading the space between Teya's crotch and crystal-tipped tail.

Galateya let out a long, broken moan and dropped the rest of the way. My hips hit hers. The connection was absolute. The magical backlash hit the room like summer rain. The shack wobbled, the spatial dimension of it suddenly looking off, wrong.

Galateya’s hips ground against mine, locking us together. The friction sparked something far more volatile than mere static electricity. A shockwave of pure, unadulterated creation ripped outward from our joined bodies.

Physical things ceased to be solid. With each thrust the floorboards and walls danced with undulating ripples. Aggressive, thick vines detonated from the mossy floor, weaving together to replace the rotting timber.

As Galateya moaned, the vines thickened.

Tree branches covered in Japanese sakura blossoms engulfed the hole overhead. The shack groaned, wood fibers stretching beyond their yield point.

Galateya slammed her hips down again.

Roots the size of pythons erupted from the floorboards, shattering the remaining rot. They coiled upward, snakes of living oak and cherry wood, wrapping around the stacks of dead televisions. The plastic casings of the TVs didn't crack. The screens smoothly fused with the bark, glass surfaces becoming eyes in the wood. The static died. In its place, the screens broadcast the very forest consuming them—looping images of blooming sakura petals falling in slow motion, pixelated pollen drifting across the cathode ray tubes.

"More," Sage hissed, nibbling on Galateya's neck. "Break it. Break the whole room. Make Sagetopia yours. Ours. Together. At the same time!"

Galateya threw her head back. A scream tore from her throat, harmonizing with the groaning timber as she rode me.

From her shoulder blades, light exploded outward.

It wasn't physical matter. No bone, no membrane. Sheets of violent, radiant energy unfurled, cutting through the humid air. Prismatic colors of violet, neon pink, burning gold semi-solidified into massive, arched wings. They passed through the wooden beams and the ceiling without resistance, casting the interior in a strobe-light frenzy of unearthly hues.

The energy coming off the wings made my eyes water slightly.

Sage's skulk responded to the display. The fourteen thousand souls spinning in the room accelerated like a burning spiral. 

The spectral foxes dissolved into streaks of gold-orange-red starlight, leaping from the newly formed branches to the TV screens and back again. A hurricane of colorful eyes and bared teeth revolved around the bed of moss.

"Yes!" Sage moaned.

She grabbed Galateya’s face, fingers digging into the dragon girl's cheeks, and smashed their mouths together.

The kiss acted as the final circuit breaker.

Galateya’s radiant wings beat once, displacing the air with a thunderclap. 

Then, her wings curled forward, wrapping around Sage, swallowing the Skinwalker in shimmering cocoon-like luminescence.

“Together. As one. Forever,” Sage declared. She bit Galateya’s neck even harder with sharp chompers. “Bound by blood, magic and soul. For all eternity with inescapable love. In the name of Infinity Paradox Proxima, the Song of the Wormwood Star, the Eighth of her kind!”

“Forever, across eternity,” Galateya let out, moaning loudly.

A wet, sickening snap echoed, loud as a femur breaking.

The world fractured.

122: Schrodinger's Girlfriends:

My vision split. A spike of unreality drove an icepick through my frontal lobe. My brain gagged on the input, trying to process two contradictory streams of data simultaneously.

It wasn't a separation into Frontend and Backend. It was a snap into four mental states.

I looked down at my lap.

In one layer of reality, Galateya rode me. Her violet eyes burned with fiery intensity, scales flushing a deep, aroused crimson, her hands gripping my shoulders as she ground down.

In the second layer, occupying the exact same coordinates, Sage rode me. Her skin was pale and flushed with sweat, dotted with freckles, blue eyes wide and manic, fingernails digging into my chest as she bounced with feral energy, red locks swaying.

They didn't touch each other. They didn't acknowledge the other's presence. They simply co-existed in a violation of Pauli's exclusion principle.

I felt the smooth, muscular grip of the dragon's pussy.

Simultaneously, I felt the tight, frantic heat of the Skinwalker.

Two weights. Two sets of hands. Two distinct rhythms slamming against my hips in inexplicable sync at the same time.

The friction doubled. Two sensations overloaded my nervous system, twice the amount of pleasure overwhelming the receptors.

“What? Whaaaa?” Galateya moaned, looking around, panting and thrusting wildly. “Sage, what the fuck? Ahhh!”

“D-aauhhhh… don’t ask me,” Sage laughed in between moans like twinkling bells. “That… that… ahhh! Fuck! I can see… feel y-you f-fucking him. And I’m fucking him!”

“H-hold on… Ahh fuck,” Galateya slowed her trusting, slamming her pussy into me and resting there. 

“No holding on,” Sage moaned. She only slowed thrusting ever so slightly, mouth open wide, tongue out.

My brain boiled on the input, the visual cortex struggling to process what I was seeing.

Two women rode me. At the same time. They literally somehow occupied the same physical coordinates without displacing one another.

Galateya sat solid, heavy, her scales shimmering violet and crimson. Sweat slicked her muscular stomach. Her thighs gripped me like a vice.

Sage sat in the exact same space. Pale skin, dusted with freckles, translucent in places where Galateya’s scales shone through her torso. Her red hair whipped around, passing harmlessly through the dragon’s crystalline wings.

Two distinct sets of friction. Two distinct temperatures. Two distinct pressures. Two wildly different skin textures. Two pussies.

All on one cock.

“S-sage,” Galateya whimpered, resuming thrusting out of synch with the Skinwalker. “I’m serious… what… Ahhh! What the fuck just h-happened?”

“Superposition sex!” The Skinwalker declared, thrusting. 

“Sssss—w-what? Superposition?! How?” Galateya rippled with human, then dragon, then flowery textures. 

“I… I wanted… Ahhhh! To fuck him. And y-youuuuu… Ahhh, did… too. At the,” she panted, drooling. “At the same time. Holy shit. I thought that my first t-time would be… Ahhhh. Fucking magical. But this… this is like… two fucks for the p-price of one!”

“W-where are you e-even?” Galateya whimpered. 

"Riding Ashy, duh!” Sage panted. “At the same t-time! As you! Double the fun!" Sage leaned forward. Her hands pressed into my chest, freckle-spotted, sweaty breasts bouncing. "Double the trouble!"

The sync, or lack of it, made every motion feel twice as crazy, twice as good.

Galateya ground her hips in a slow, circular rhythm. A tectonic grinding of heavy plates. Sage bounced, a rapid, frantic staccato.

My groin screamed.

Teya slammed her hips down.

Sage slammed her hips down.

The impact was wild. A shockwave of pure pleasure detonated at the base of my spine. The moss beneath me rippled, turning into liquid green fire for a split second before solidifying again.

I reached up. 

My hands squeezed Galateya’s breasts, making the dragon girl moan, the heat of my fingers leaving radiant imprints in the ever-shifting scales.

My hands pulled on Sage’s dark brown, perky, large nipples, making the Skinwalker’s thrusts go ballistic.

They were both there. Solid. Real. At the same time!

"Fuck," I hissed. "You're two going to kill me."

"Best way to go!" Sage yelled. “Death by Schrödinger's snu-snu!”

“N-not ffffffuuu—funny!” Galateya moaned. 

I pulled on Sage’s nipples harder. Galteya arched her back, pussy contracting. “Ahhhh! Fuck! I felt that.”

“Mmmm—More!” Sage panted. “Unsynch more! 

“W-what? You bet-better not!” Galateya gasped.

The Skinwalker leaned forward. She didn’t simply climb off. She crawled through the dragon.

A visceral, liquid sound of reality parting accompanied the movement. Sage’s pale, freckled skin passed through Galateya’s crimson scales like smoke moving through a laser grid.

Galateya gasped, looking down at her own chest as Sage’s head emerged from her sternum, then separated entirely.

“Ashy, split!” Sage commanded.

“Split ho—” I began.

The cheeky fox didn't wait for compliance. She grabbed me or perhaps at the probability waves I occupied and yanked hard.

My spine felt like it snapped in two. Except instead of disabling me, it enabled me to be in two different poses at the same time. 

Vertigo-like sense hit me, not unpleasant, more utterly alien than anything, the kind you get when missing a step in the dark, but magnified a thousand times.

My consciousness tore even further down the middle.

One Ash saw the ceiling of blooming sakura branches and Galateya’s flushed, violet-eyed face hovering above me.

The other saw the mossy floor and the inviting curve of Sage’s backside as she settled onto her hands and knees in front of me. A red tail bloomed from her spine swaying left and right.

Instance Alpha-me lay supine on the moss. Galateya sat heavy on my hips, her internal muscles gripping me, her weight a crushing, heated blanket.

Instance Beta-me knelt on the floor a few feet away. I stared at the swaying red tail of a fox and the sweat-slicked arch of a spine.

“Holy… fucking… shit,” I heard my own voice say. In stereo. From two different throats.

I didn't actually have two bodies like before, reality was simply fundamentally broken in some horrid way.

“Less talking, more bonking!” Sage laughed, looking back over her shoulder. Her blue eyes locked onto Instance Beta. 

My brain screamed in protest at the dual input. The sensory data arrived in a flood of contradictions.

Below Galateya, cool moss pressed against my back. Above me, the heat of the Taniwha radiated like an open furnace.

Behind Sage, the air felt humid. My knees sank into the soft vegetation. My hands reached out, gripping the Skinwalker’s hips. 

I swatted Sage’s butt. She moaned, clutching and drooling. “Ahhh!”

“That’s for breaking the universe, fox!” I swatted her other side.

“Ahhh fuck!” Galateya moaned, clearly feeling the swat as well. 

“N-not the universe,” the fox panted, “Just us. Just us in Sagetopia. T-thin Astral bubble. Local… Ahhh! Domain skew!”

I spanked her again even harder. She grabbed her behind, kneading it with a hand.

I thrust forward into Sage.

I thrust upward into Galateya.

The feedback loop was wild.

“Ahhh!” Galateya cried out, throwing her head back. Her wings flared, washing the room in prismatic light. “I can feel everything!”

“Quantum tunneling!” Sage yelped as Instance Beta drove deep inside her. “Yes! Keep going!”

The sensation defied sanity.

I felt the active drive of my own muscles in the kneeling body—glutes firing, abs tightening, the satisfying slap of skin against skin as I hammered into Sage. The friction was tight, wet, fast. She clamped down, a ring of feral muscle milking me with every stroke.

Simultaneously, I felt the passive reception in the supine body. Galateya did the work. She ground down and thrust up, soaking us both.

My mind tried to unify the image and failed.

Two distinct sexual acts. One consciousness. And here I thought that sex with Shady and Nexxali was the top of mount Everest of alien surreality. The Skinwalker and Taniwha obliterated such foolish notions in one swift stroke. Strokes. Thrusts. Moans.

“Can’t think…” Galateya panted. “Can’t tell where you end and I begin… Ahhh!”

“Don’t try to make sense of it,” Sage panted, dropping her forehead to the moss, arching her back to present herself more to Beta-me. “Just ride the wave function!”

I reached down. My Beta-right hand grabbed Sage’s tail near the base. She whined, a high-pitched, animalistic sound. I pulled, forcing her back against me, deepening the penetration.

Instance Alpha reached up. My hands found Galateya’s breasts, kneading the softening scales, teasing her nipples.

“Sage… this is… madness,” Galateya stammered, bouncing on me harder. “I can see him… behind you. And under me. Which one is real?”

“Both!” Sage yelled, bucking back. “Neither! It depends on who observes the bonking!”

The rhythm fell even more out of sync. I tried to pay attention to what was happening beyond our trio, but that seemed impossible. Either nothing definable existed outside of the mossy floor, or it was simply impossible to focus on such for my human eyes.

All I could pay attention to was two Omnid girls getting fucked by me at the same damned time.

“Faster,” Sage demanded, wiggling her ass against me. “Don’t let the dragon hog all the bandwidth!”

I grabbed Sage’s waist, fingers digging into her skin, leaving red marks. I drove into her with everything I had, turning the act into a blur of motion.

At the same time I bucked my hips, meeting Galateya’s downward stroke with an upward thrust.

Galateya gasped and cried, back arching.

Sage shrieked. “Oh God, I'm going…”

The visual overlay was a kaleidoscope of lust.

Violet scales shimmering.

Pale skin flushed pink with exertion.

Fluttering rainbow wings.

Swaying red tail.

“I’m gonna…” Sage choked out. “Explode!”

“Me too,” Galateya groaned, her claws digging into me. “Ahhh! It’s too much.”

I felt the pressure build in two groins. Two loads. Two distinct triggers.

I slammed forward one last time, burying myself to the hilt in the fox-girl.

At the same time I arched off the floor, burying myself deep in the dragon.

“Cum with me!” Sage howled.

We broke reality again.

My release didn't feel like a biological function. It felt like a stellar ejection. Like I was a volcano, no, two volcanoes erupting into two atmospheres of two distinctively different planets. 

Like I was a comet crashing into a sky-blue ocean filled with orange islands and also tearing through a violet atmosphere seeing jagged mountains of colorful crystals below.

I climaxed inside the dragon. Galateya screamed. Her internal muscles clamped down on me with the force of a hydraulic press, milking it all from my system.

She gushed torrential rain, squirting across me.

At the same time, I fired deep inside the fox. Sage howled, head thrown back. Her vaginal walls fluttered in a rapid, feral staccato, squeezing every drop of genetic material from the second body.

My brain flatlined.

Synapses fired blindly, trying to map the pleasure of two orgasms occurring in separate-ish spatial coordinates.

The white noise turned into color. Sage squirted against me.

Galateya’s wings exploded into stars of flickering light. They rained down on us like confetti made of neon glass.

Sage’s tail puffed out to three times its size, vibrating so hard it hummed.

I kept pumping in two places at once. The rhythm broke down into pure, animalistic spasming.

The superposition faltered.

The waveform collapsed.

The sensation of double-fucking ended with the violence of a car crash.

Instance Beta was ripped forward. Instance Alpha was yanked backward. Or perhaps the other way around.

My vision skewed sideways. The mossy floor rushed up to meet the ceiling of cherry blossoms.

A sickening lurch twisted my gut. My bones felt like they liquefied and poured back into a single mold. The two perspectives slammed together, overlapping, blurring, then snapping into a single, high-definition point.

Air rushed into my lungs. One set of lungs.

I lay sprawled on the moss.

Heavy weight pinned my legs. Another weight crushed my chest.

Galateya collapsed forward and to the right side, her face burying itself in the crook of my neck. Her scales felt hot enough to boil water, slick with sweat and other fluids.

Sage collapsed backward, her back slamming into the left side of my stomach, her head lolling onto my shoulder next to the dragon’s.

We lay there. A soaked pile of tangled limbs, sweat, and heavy breathing.

Pink petals drifted down in a silent blizzard, covering our naked, heaving bodies. The TV screens in the bark flickered from static to videos of nuclear explosions.

"Ow," I croaked. My throat felt raw.

"Physics..." Galateya mumbled into my collarbone. "Physics should not do that."

"Quantum mechanics is a bitch," Sage whispered. She sounded delirious. A line of drool connected her lip to my chest. "But a fun bitch. We just fucked physics! Bent space-time over our lap and spanked her! Aren’t you glad?"

“No,” the Taniwha let out. 

“Liar,” Sage laughed.