Stupid Sexy Cryptids [79-82] [18+ Patreon exclusive chapters]

79: Morning Stars

The first pale threads of dawn crept through the curvy stained-glass arch above the bed, painting geometric patterns of amber and rose across the sleeping forms tangled in the sheets. Shady opened her eyes slowly, her vision instantaneously cutting through to the soft morning light with the power of a crepuscular predator.

Predator. What she was. What she had been. What she had been trained to be by her pradavarian instructors who feared and hated her. Divine Predator, the Prima Princess of Corpse-God Citadel, the star that launched a thousand ships, devourer of dreams. 

The… traitor who sabotaged the plans of her family and then erased her mind of such crimes.

She remained perfectly still, afraid that even the slightest movement might disturb the fragile peace of this moment. To her left, Ash lay sprawled on his side, one arm wrapped around the serval. Further out, Nexxali lay curled into a tight ball of spotted fur, her tail wrapped around her nose, large, fluffy ears twitching occasionally.

My human, she thought, studying his sleeping face. My adorkable, kind, ridiculously brave human boy.

His face in sleep looked younger, more carefree. The worry lines that usually etched themselves around his eyes were smoothed out, leaving behind the echo of the boy she'd met fifteen years ago. The boy who'd built cardboard forts and declared war on imaginary dragons. The boy who'd accepted a cryptid girl as his best friend without question.

Well. With some questions. Lots of questions, actually. But he'd accepted ME. Accepted me and taught me so many things. Different things. 

So different from what she was taught by her Instructors and Elders. His Earth things. Human culture and jokes, which she absorbed like a sponge, stealing as much information as she could from humans all around with her brain hooks for three summers.

Shady dimly recalled how Aunt Zexxia used the suitcase-bound, inverted Mothman to send her to this Earth as “test” to see if Wendigos could endure the local odd Aetheric density. Zexxia made Shady claim humans and establish many domains here, learning exactly how this Earth’s Aether ground down magic in unique ways over long periods of time. The Elder Wendigo made a multitude of horrid plans for this world, none of which would come to fruition thanks to Shady throwing her into a boiling well of extra-accelerated time.

Shady's mental hooks thrummed, extra-intimately connected to the human boy and prad girl like invisible powerlines.

Nexxali's emotional landscape resembled a contented purr made manifest—warm, fuzzy, saturated with the kind of deep satisfaction that only came from feeling genuinely safe for the first time in decades.

Good kitty. My kitty. My anchor, my knight, my guide. Where would I be without you, kitty cat?

[Probably still a virgin.] Nexxali laughed mentally. The prad was awake too, but too comfortable to unroll from the cat-ball spooned by Ash.

Shush you! Shady hissed mentally. I wasn't a…

[Yeah, yeah. Just riling you a bit.] Nexali's mental giggling intensified. [What I'm saying is that you'd still be dancing around Ashy. Being all mean-bossy and clueless about how to ask him out.]

You win this round, you dastardly feline.

[Uh-huh. Das right, praise me.]

Thank you, you soft furnace of smug snuggles.

[Yass :{ ]

This, she thought fiercely. This is what I'm fighting for. Not Earth as a trophy. Not humanity as subjects to rule. But THIS. This quiet morning moment with two people who somehow tolerate my bullshit and call me on my mistakes.

This is what Aunt Zexxia never understood. What my family will never understand. Connection isn't about control. Love isn't about possession. Power isn't about fear.

Shady attention drifted from Nexy back to Ash. Her smol human.

And he was small, wasn't he? Objectively speaking. Five-foot-nine of lanky, skinny-fit electrical engineer wrapped in soft human skin, all vulnerable angles and easily bruisable flesh. No claws. No fangs. No natural armor. No reinforced bones. No magical defences.

Yet here he was, somehow inexplicably facing and even pushing back her entire family. A boy who declared himself Emperor of Earth, and orchestrated a resistance campaign using nothing but audacity, pop culture references, and weaponized confusion.

Smol yet… Shady mused, silver sparks igniting and dying across her muzzle like twinkling stars. Small but dense. Like... What did Instructor Gottergarrn call it? A neutron star? Yeah. Compact. Concentrated. Explosive.

How had he done it? 

How did a human without the System, without an ounce of magic, stand up to Aunt Evely, to Sillicia, to Nexxali, to the vamps, to Galateya, to an entire third fleet Armada hanging in the stars above?

Her hooks sunk deeper into his soul and she felt it again—the thing that had occupied her attention when they were children. 

A formation deep in his soul. 

It wasn't Entropic or Syntropic magic... It was something else. Something that existed in the substrate beneath the substrate, in the spaces between the mathematical definitions of reality itself.

She let her mental touch softly drift deeper, more curious than invasive, trying to understand what made her human so... Ash.

And there it was. She felt it.

A tree. A barely observable, almost non-existent… liminal tree.

Not a physical tree, but the concept of a tree rendered in pure determination.

The trunk was narrow, sure. Kinda scraggly in places, marked with scars where life tried to hollow him out. But the damn thing wouldn't break. Wouldn't bend. Just kept growing, kept reaching upward toward some distant concept of "better" that he'd convinced himself existed.

And the branches? Oh, the branches were the best part. They spread in every direction like a conspiracy theorist's wall diagram, connecting disparate concepts in ways that shouldn't work but somehow did. Engineering principles tangled with pop culture references. Military strategy borrowed from video games. Relationship advice cobbled together from anime and genuine empathy in equal measure.

Human-ness entwining with more human-ness.

He's so weird, Shady thought fondly, silver stars cascading down her neck like a gentle snowfall. My weird little neutron star with a jank-ass tree of infinite stubbornness bracing him from within.

And then there's me. An ocean of silver stars sprinkled across the abyssal void and spiralling around the tree in an eternal dance.

[Mmmrr… Such juicy soul gawking.] An orange kitten sitting on a tree branch commented. [Sure is neat to see the Astral from the perspective of an Omnid.]

Unlike the barely-there tree, the kitten burned bright with magical warmth, radiating a tune like a radio, no, a thousand… million radios. All of them attuned to similar yet different channels… singing of…

Warmth, happiness, purpose.

The kitten unfolded, multiplied, spread across the tree like gold-orange flames, making it look like a biblical scene, each burning leaf humming to Shady. 

Shady coalesced herself from the infinite stars and sat below the tree, listening to the songs of passion, love and entropy. 

The kitten burned above but also folded herself onto her lap. The liminal tree swayed overhead, endless branches whispering of a million, trillion, sextillion doomed worlds.

The more time Shady spent with Ashy and Nexy the more she listened to the music of Nexxali’s soul, the more she understood. 

Their meeting wasn't accidental. It was her fault. 

She was seeking this moment, this warmth, this exact connection her entire life. This was exactly what the ever-burning emerald Wormwood Star shard was guiding her towards. This was what Shady wished for. 

Love, companionship, happiness, understanding. 

For a thousand-thousandth time Shady wondered whether she was even meant to be born as a Wendigo in the heart of darkness of the Corpse-God Citadel. 

[Such dire thoughts, Starshine,] the gold, kitten-flavored flames sang across the infinite tree. [Every fire casts a shadow. Everything is entwined. Everything is connected. Everything matters. I feel it too, you know. I see it through your eyes. Convergence. Resonance. Some vast meaning between us. It's… neat.]

Just neat?

[Mrrrr, yeah. Neat. A cycle of neat-ness. Of losing and finding. Of meaning manifesting between the void. Of persistence against the abyss. Meyow. Philosophizing this early in the morning is effort.] The flames yawned.

Do you think that Ashy's plan will work? Do you think that Kawartha can build them all?

[I don't see why not. There's a certain absurdity to it. Your Aunt might be an expert of betrayals, but she is also alone. So very, very alone.]

She has the fleet.

[She also has nobody who truly loves her, Shades. Not a single soul. Blood contracts do not make happy bedfellows. They do not make this.]

This?

[This, Princess. Trust. Cooperation. Passion. Genuine warmth. There's magic in it. Our magic. Mine and yours. Fire and shadow. Sunrise and the night. Don't you feel it? Fractal Engine hearts sing right when they have… love. When they have purpose. At least that's my take on things. I trust our man to work things out. I trust in us, Shades.]

Do you think that…

[I trust Kawathra, Galateya and North to do their parts today. Even if they don't see the whole picture yet, we're all heading to the same place. A hearth. A home beneath the stars. Our Earth.] 

Hrmmm.

[I think that even though we are all from different dimensions, vastly different worlds, we are all on the same page, converging towards… something.]

Towards my Ashy?

[Him and what he’s building here, yeah.]

He's human… right? Shady suddenly wasn't sure.

[Sure smells and looks like one, yep.]

“Then what is this?” Shady waved a hand composed of shadow and stars to the liminal tree overhead.

[I dunno. A tree? Maybe this is a perfectly normal human soul shape? How many other humans have you entwined your hooks with on a level of this Astral depth?]

Hmmm. True.

[This is fun n’ all but I think that someone’s trying to avoid her punishment with all this soul-gazing.]

Oh. Right. The consequences. 

[Yep! Rise and shine, Princess Bossypants.]

. . .

–=[Ashcroft Clifford]=-

The unnerving sensation of something warm and rough dragging across my cheek like sandpaper dipped in affection pulled me from my slumber.

“Wuh?” I let out, blinking blearily.

"Mrrrow, wakey-wakey," Nexxali purred directly into my ear, whiskers tickling my cheeks.

My brain performed its morning boot-up sequence: Check consciousness? Present. Front mind operational. Back mind operational. Check location? Bed. Check company? Cat girlfriend, currently licking my face. A large, dark, clawed hand slid across my chest, flickering with silver stars. Eldritch girlfriend, spooning me from behind. Check.

"Good morning," Shady’s voice vibrated through my spine as she squeezed me tighter.

"Can't breathe," I wheezed. "Being... compressed... into diamond."

"Must smoosh my cute neutron star," Shady commented, nuzzling me even harder.

Fighting off the smooshing, I recalled a vague, fuzzy dream that followed our mental Shady-shaming. Something about a tree? And a radio-kitten made of fire? Spinning stars overhead? The memory slipped away like water through fingers, leaving only the impression of warmth and an odd sense of rightness.

"Bathroom," I managed. "Need. Facilities."

Shady’s arms lifted mercifully. I rolled off the bed, stumbled toward the door, and made my way down the hall on autopilot. 

The bathroom mirror reflected a weary man haunted for days by wendigos, vampires, felines and other aliens: hair doing its best impression of a bird's nest after a hurricane, pillow creases imprinted on my face resembling ancient runes, and the distinct expression of someone questioning all of their life choices.

I splashed cold water on my face. It helped. Marginally.

When I emerged, dressed in a new pair of shorts, a new scene greeted me.

Shady was on the bed. On all fours. Antlers drooped in resigned anticipation. A feather-tipped tail swished nervously.

Nexxali stood naked beside the bed in the pose of a used car salesman. One hand rested on Shady's generous behind, the other gesturing in a way that screamed 'check out this baby.'

"Behold," Nexxali announced with a grin that’d assuredly make the Cheshire Cat nervous. "One slightly used Princess. Previous owner: herself. Known defects: bossiness, boundary issues, and a tendency to throw people into lakes."

"What," I said eloquently.

Nexxali's tail swished. "We discussed this in the dream-space! Is educational spanking time!”

“Ah. Right.” I said simply, my feet taking me to the bed. 

80: Breaking Shady

"The rules!” Nexxali declared as I sat beside her. “Thirty spanks total. Shades will count each one. Ashy and I will alternate, and we'll announce what each swat is for. Lose count and we start over! Do you accept these terms, prrrrincess-butt?"

Shady’s face was buried deep in the pillows. Her muffled voice emerged: "Yes."

"What was that? Speak clearer, babe."

Shady lifted her head slightly, a single, sunken silver eye glaring like a car light. "Yes! Yes, I accept. Can we just get this over with?"

"That's the spirit," Nexxali laughed. “Ashy, start us off!”

I raised my hand, feeling somewhat ridiculous yet committed to this bizarre educational experience. "This one is for…” I thought of Shady’s transgressions “...Invading my shower and using up all the hot water."

SMACK!

The impact made Shady's fuzzy cheeks jiggle. She let out a ‘brrr’ noise into the pillow.

“Oi, I’m not hearing counting,” Nexxali said, poking the Wendigo’s side and making her twitch.

"One," Shady muttered sullenly.

"Good girl. My turn." Nexxali raised a paw. "This one is for throwing me into a cold as fuck lake!" She announced, paw swishing down and blurring in my view, the air thrumming in the wake of her motion.

CRACK!

"HOLY—Ahhhh! Fuck! TWO!" Shady's whole body jolted forward, butt and breasts jiggling. "What the FUCK, Nexy?! Are you trying to break my ass?!"

"Mmmmrrr.” Nexxali grinned. “I'm using exactly the appropriate amount of force for a prad teaching a lesson to a Wendigo. Your species can regenerate a severed limb. I think you can handle a firm swat."

"Firm?! You hit me like I owed you money!" Shady hissed, reaching back and kneading her dark cheek with a clawed hand for a moment.

"Ash, please continue." Nexxali ignored Shady’s protest.

"This one is for taking my phone away," I stated, swinging.

SMACK!

"Three," Shady counted, sounding slightly strained. Between her spread thighs, I could see her Phase-shift in action, the nearly-flat, fuzzy crotch twitching and beginning to swell slightly, a seam forming down the center as her body reacted to the stimulation.

"Check it out, Ashy, someone's enjoying her punishment a bit too much," Nexxali whispered, leaning down to get a better angle.

"Shut UP," Shady hissed into the pillow, tail lashing. Silver stars began flickering along her feathers like fairy lights on a very embarrassed Christmas tree.

"This one," Nexxali announced, raising her paw again, "is for being a bossy butt who didn't ask permission before making decisions for everyone!"

The swat sounded like a cannonball striking the edge of a pirate ship.

"FOUR! Fucking—nngh!" Shady's claws dug into the sheets. The seam between her legs deepened, darker fur parting to reveal a hint of dark flesh beneath. More silver stars ignited along her tail feathers, casting tiny rainbow prisms across the bed sheets. “Ahhh! You’re awful.”

"Are those... rainbows?" I asked.

"Refracted light through Aetheric distortion," Nexxali nodded. "Some aroused Wendigo is bending reality just a teensy-weency around herself. Who’s an adorable disco-ball, yes, you are.”

She petted Shady’s tail. The tail swatted the naked serval, making her giggle.

“Do you guys not believe in underwear?” I wondered as Shady caressed her behind with soft whimpers.

“Why?” Nexxali raised an eyebrow. “Are you complaining? Underwear is pointless when a hexasuit is quite comfortable and magically keeps ya clean.”

“M-my underwear’s in… Omnithornia,” Shady mumbled into the pillow.

“That’s for invading my house without underwear then,” I swatted the Wendigo’s butt, making her yelp.

"Five," Shady moaned. Her cunt, yes that's what it was becoming now, no longer just smooth fuzz but an actual anatomical feature, pulsed visibly. A bead of clear fluid gathered at the entrance.

The air around us shimmered. The morning light filtering through the stained glass suddenly bent at a wrong angle.

"Oh we're getting juicy reality warping now," Nexxali said with delight. "Shades, babe, you gotta hold it together or you'll accidentally turn the house into a Klein bottle."

"Can't... help it," Shady whimpered. "Stupid Fractal Engine. Stupid sexy punishment."

I chortled.

Nexxali cackled loudly. "This one is for stalking Ash's Instagram like a creepy creep instead of just sending him a DM like a normal person!"

The swat echoed like a gunshot.

"SIX! Oh fuck, Nexy, whyyyy…. so HARD—" Shady's complaint dissolved into a breathy gasp as her pussy swelled further, lips parting to reveal glistening folds. The silver stars on her tail burned brighter, and I swear I saw one of them briefly become a tiny supernova before winking out.

“Just prepping you for Ashy,” Nexxali giggled. “Like a farmer prepares fertile ground for the seeds, get it?”

“Brrghhh,” Shady murmured into a pillow.

“This is… for making me question my sanity with your shady-nanigans." I landed my hand on her left cheek.

"Seven," Shady counted, panting slightly, voice strained. A pure-black clit had emerged now, a small nub of flesh peeking from its hood, visibly throbbing. Another drop of arousal dripped down her inner thigh, leaving a trail that sparkled with bioluminescence.

I wondered if we were about twenty spanks away from accidentally opening a portal to somewhere unfortunate. 

"This one is for squeezing Ashy’s wrists hard enough to bruise." Nexxali announced, accelerating her ass-slap with unholy prad powers.

"EIGHT! Ahhhh fuuuuckkk!" Shady yelped, her whole body shuddering, butt arching, tail curling up. More silver stars erupted along her feathers. The rainbows at the edges of her sparkly feathers intensified, painting the white sheets in shifting patterns of spilled colors. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—” she hissed. “Nexyyyy, are you putting your whole body into these?!"

"Only about thirty percent," Nexxali examined her paw thoughtfully. "Should I increase it to sixty?"

"NO!"

Nexxali winked at me with a giddy expression. She was definitely lying, on a mission to destroy the poor Wendigo’s behind.

"Such bad language from a Princess," I tsked, swatting. "This one is for breaking into my house like a discount boogeyman instead of ringing the doorbell like a civilized person."

"Ni—NINE!" Shady's voice cracked on the number. Her pussy had deepened from pure black to a dark purple at the edges, the color creeping inward like a very lewd sunset. Another pulse of clear fluid dripped onto the sheets, leaving a wet spot that glowed faintly.

The room tilted slightly. Not much, just enough that the door frame looked subtly trapezoidal instead of rectangular. I blinked and the surreal effect was gone.

“I don’t recall this much weird bullshit last time we had sex,” I commented.

“We weren’t as entwined back then,” the serval pulled me into a deep kiss. “And Shades wasn’t as full from nomming on an entire movie theater of human fright.”

“So should we feed her more, or less?” I asked.

“More obvsssssly. Being hungry sucks ass. Want… kisses too,” Shady let out, shuddering and panting.

“No kisses for you till we’re done,” Nexxali commented, releasing me. “This is for enjoying your punishment too much.”

The serval's paw came down like divine judgment, booming like Zeus’s thunder.

"TEN—Slayer! Ahhhh… fuck me—" Shady's claws opened and closed. Her labia shifted from purple to a deep blue and clenched visibly around nothing. The nub of her clit had swollen to the size of a small grape, twitching.

"This one," I said, "is for breaking into the local library at midnight like some kind of cryptid burglar."

SMACK!

"Elev—ahhhh—" Shady's tail thrashed wildly. More stars ignited across her back, forming actual constellations across her feathers. I recognized the Big Dipper. Was that Orion's Belt? Her pussy rippled, the blue deepening to a rich cobalt shot through with flickers of silver. "Why... why does this feel so GOOD?!"

"Because you're a kinky space monster, obviously," Nexxali said matter-of-factly. "My turn!”

“No, no, no, not you… you smack way too hard,” Shady mewled, wiggling up and down.

“For being critical of my spanking quality!” The serval grinned, cutting the air. 

CRACK!

Shady’s entire behind jiggled.

"TWE-ahhh-lffffffaaahhh!" She shrieked. The lighting in the room bent sideways into elsewhere, then gradually flickered back to normal. 

I admired Shady’s behind as she whimpered and wiggled. Her clit was now purple with hints of red, her entrance had flowered open, purple-blue inner walls visible and slick with arousal that dripped steadily onto the sheets.

“Technocolor pussy,” Nexxali cackled.

“How do you even know that word?” I wondered.

“Stole it from Shady’s head.” Nexxali stated.

Her hand came down again. “That's for being deceptively colorful!”

“Ahhhhh! Fckkkk! No—what the fuck,” Shady moaned. “That was… Ashy’s turn! You—” She bubbled. “You cheating… cat.”

Both of her hands reached back, kneading her behind. 

"Hands forward, Princess," Nexxali commanded with a grin that could melt steel. "No touching until we're done."

Shady groaned but obeyed, planting her palms back on the mattress. Her outer labia reddened slightly and her clit twitched with each ragged breath she took.

"Where were we?" Nexxali tapped a finger against her chin theatrically. "Oh right. Fifteen! Ashy gets two swats."

"It was twelve," Shady protested. "You—"

I raised my hand, watching the way Shady's tail curled in anticipation, silver stars igniting brighter.

"These," I said, "are for treating me like property and for lying to me for two days straight."

SMACK! Smack!

“Ffffffff—ahhh! Thirteen… and fourteen,” Shady panted, leaning forward and squeezing her voluptuous breasts into the bed. 

"Hrmmm. She’s much too competent at counting. Going to need to escalate things," Nexxali purred, and before I could ask what that meant, she was straddling my lap, her warm, spotted thighs wrapping around my waist. Her tail curled possessively around my arm as she pressed her bare chest against me.

"Nexy—" I let out and was silenced with a deep kiss, rough tongue sliding against mine. Shady whimpered beside us, desperately wiggling her butt.

"Twenty-seven!" Nexxali called out, breaking the kiss. She hadn't even swatted Shady. "This one is for being too tall."

"What? No!" Shady lifted her head, confused. "You’re almost as tall as me… except for antlers! Also, it was fourteen! You—"

Nexxali's arm extended to the side without her even looking, landing a devastating blow on Shady's already sensitive ass. 

CRACK!

The impact sent ripples through the Wendigo's flesh, making her whole body jolt forward.

"Ahhhhh! Fuck!" Shady cried out. "Fif—Ahhhh!—"

"Forty-two!" Nexxali announced, grinding her hips against my lap. I could feel her heat through my boxers, the slick wetness of her pussy leaving a damp trail on the fabric.

"That's not—you're cheating!" Shady protested with a strained voice. Her labia was now extra-flowery, featuring elaborate labia petals and deep, red-purple-blue, swollen lips glistening with arousal. Her clit had become engorged to the size of a small plum. Silver stars cascaded down from her mane to her her tail like liquid mercury.

The corner where the wall met the ceiling suddenly became five angles instead of one. I blinked and it was back to normal, but the sensation of wrongness lingered like static electricity on my skin.

I exhaled as Nexxali rolled her hips again, her wetness soaking through my boxers. Her hand slid down between us, palming my rapidly hardening cock through the thin fabric.

"Mmm, someone is enjoying the show," Nexxali purred, giving me a squeeze that made me grunt. "Eighty-nine!"

SMACK!

"Slayer! I can't focus—fuck—that's not fair—ahhhhhh!" Shady's claws shredded the sheets. Her pussy clenched visibly, a gush of clear fluid spilling onto the bed. The edges of shadows formed bewildering geometric fractals that spread across the room like living frost.

"What number are we on, Princess?" Nexxali asked sweetly, her hand stroking me through my boxers in slow, deliberate movements.

"I—I don't—fifteen? Twenty?" Shady's voice came out wrecked and desperate. "You keep—stop confusing me, damn it!"

"Wrong answer!" Nexxali sang out. "Penalty swat! For failing to count! One hundred and three!"

Her paw came down like an orange-gold meteor strike crashing into the dark side of the moon.

BOOM!

The sound echoed wrong, like it was coming from inside my skull and outside reality simultaneously. Shady shrieked, her whole body convulsing. 

The morning light streaming through the stained glass suddenly refracted into alien colors—shades that shouldn't exist, hues my brain couldn't quite process. They painted Nexxali's fur in shifting auroras, slowly fading back to blues and reds.

"Nexy, I think we're breaking physics," I said as the serval ground harder against me.

"Just a little," she giggled, leaning in to bite my earlobe. 

81: Breaking Physics

"This one’s for being jealous of North's completely understandable gratitude. Three thousand and seven!" Nexxali laughed.

CRACK!

"NO! FUCK! I CAN'T—" Shady's protest dissolved into a long, keening moan. Her tail thrashed wildly, stars igniting along every feather until she looked like a comet made of frustrated arousal. Her pussy was now swollen to the point of obscenity.

Above her labia, I could see a tight ring of anal muscle clenching and unclenching, also red-purple. Both holes pulsed in sync, her whole body one giant nerve ending of need.

"I believe," Nexxali said, sliding back and pulling my boxers down, "we were on twelve. So this is thirteen. Also, this is for complaining about your punishment during your punishment.”

She reached back casually and she delivered another brutal swat.

SMACK!

"Ssssssahhh!—thirteen?!" Shady gasped, her hips bucking. 

"Good girl," Nexxali cooed. "See how easy it is when you concentrate?"

“I—I’m… concentrating… s-sooo hard,” Shady moaned, trembling.

“Not hard enough,” Nexxali laughed. “You totally lost count. We’re starting from one.”

“WHAT?!—no! This is cruel and unusual!” Shady squirmed on the bed.

“Should have focused harder,” Nexxy cackled. “Go on, Ashy.”

“This is for treating my boundaries as suggestions! One," I said, giving a half-hearted swat on Shady's abused ass as I was distracted by Nexxali. The flesh was hot under my palm, radiating warmth like a space heater.

"O-one—oh fuck, yes—Ahhh!" Shady moaned, her whole body shuddering. Her cunt clenched hard, another spray of fluid painting the sheets. 

"My turn!" Nexxali delivered her next strike. “This one is for having antlers that are a genuine safety hazard in doorways.”

CRACK!

"Twooooo—ahhhh!" Shady's voice broke. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—Ahhhh! You’re… killing me! Come on, I can’t control the size of my antlers!"

Her pussy was flowering open, inner walls vibrant red, everything on full display.

"Pff, bet you could if you studied the Phase-shift magic harder. You know what?" Nexxali asked, grinding against me harder. "I think Shady needs more motivation."

She reached to our right, and instead of spanking, she ran her fingers between Shady's legs, deliberately avoiding her clit and entrance, just tracing the extra-swollen lips with feather-light touches.

"No! NO!" Shady bucked. "That's—you're—ahhhh!"

"Nineteen," Nexxali said, delivering a sharp swat as her other hand continued its maddening teasing. "For stealing my favorite coffee mug." 

"NIN—Ahhhh Slayer!—NINETEEN?!" Shady was trembling, her whole body wracked with need. Silver stars flashed across her back like fireworks. The constellations had multiplied—I could see entire galaxies spinning across her feathers that somehow featured extra depth now. “W-what mug?”

“The unicorn mug, duh,” Nexxali laughed.

“Nooo! The UNICORN mug is mine! I claimed it first!" Shady gasped. Her sex was a swollen mess, everything dripping with need.

The ceiling was breathing. Gently, almost imperceptibly, but definitely breathing. In and out. The rhythm matched Shady's pants.

"Someone lost count." I brought my hand down on Shady's left cheek. “Start over. This is for losing count, again.”

SMACK!

"Oohhhh—ahhhh—One!" Shady sobbed. "Please! Please, I'm so—I need—"

"Nope. Twenty nine more to go," Nexxali mewled breathlessly. She ground against me harder, chasing her own pleasure. "Think you can make it, Princess?"

"I—yes—fuck—yes!" Shady gasped. “No? Maybe?! You… You're so fucking distracting! It’s not fair!”

Nexxali grinned at me, golden eyes dilated wide. She pulled off my underwear. "Let's make this interesting. Ashy, help me with the next one." She offered.

She guided my hand to join hers, and together we brought both palms down on Shady's ass.

DOUBLE SMACK!

"T-twooooaaahhh!" Shady shrieked. 

The sound bent in the air. Her pussy clenched so hard I thought she might actually cum, but somehow she held back, her whole body locked in desperate tension.

The walls rippled with fluttering shadows.

Nexxali purred and rewarded me by sliding onto me fully and making me see stars. Not metaphorical ones—actual points of silver light and orange fire burst across my vision. 

CRACK!

"Ahhhh! Ahhh! Can’t take it!" Shady was crying now, tears streaming down her muzzle, mixing with the drool that had begun to pool beneath her face. "Stop riding him! I can f-feeeel everything through your mind! Ahhh! Please—please—I can't—"

"Yes you can," Nexxali panted, panting and frantically moving up and down. “Not hearing numbers, babe.”

“Tfffttthreeee,” Shady moaned.

The sensation of Nexxali's slick heat clenching around me made thinking about anything else exceptionally difficult. Her inner walls gripped my cock like she was trying to memorize its shape, and every roll of her spotted hips sent sparks shooting up my spine.

Shady's desperate moan dragged my attention back to the task at hand.

"Four," I said, bringing my palm down on her ass. "This one's for having more feathers than a craft store explosion."

SMACK!

"F-four!" Shady sobbed into the pillow. "That's not even—ahhhh—that's not fair!"

I could feel the echo of sensation radiating from her. Not the physical pain exactly, but the emotional cocktail it created—humiliation mixed with arousal, frustration bleeding into desperate need. It was like someone had opened a tap directly into her psyche and all her feelings were pouring across the room.

And apparently especially into Nexxali, because the serval shuddered and moaned, her pussy clenching harder around me.

"Mmmrrrrawr, someone's broadcasting so hard," Nexxali purred, grinding down. "I can taste your shame, Princess. It's delicious."

Shady moaned loudly into the pillow, arching her back hard.

"Five!" Nexxali announced, her paw coming down like judgment. "For shamelessly broadcasting your feels!”

CRACK!

"AHHHHH! FIVE!" Shady's whole body jolted. Her pussy clenched visibly around nothing in tune with the serval's one clamping down on me. 

The shadow under the bed rippled, reaching up like dark fingers, wrapping around Shady's ankles. Not restraining, just... Seemingly responding to her emotional state.

"Six," I said, swatting her right cheek. "For making the shadows horny."

SMACK!

"S-six! The shadows are—they're not—ahhhh fuck!" Shady's claws ripped through the sheets. 

Nexxali leaned forward, large breasts pressing against my chest, nipples teasing, as she rode me, and delivered the next strike without even looking.

"Seven! For having a butt that makes gravity jealous!"

CRACK!

"SEVEN—oh Slayer—Nexy, please!" Shady cried. Her tail curled and uncurled spastically. "I'm gonna—if you keep—I can't—"

"Can't what?" Nexxali's voice was a sword soaked in honey. She rolled her hips in a slow circle. "Use your words, Princess."

"Can't... can't hold it... if you two keep..." Shady mewled. "I can feel everything. Both of you. It's too much. Your cock in her, her pussy on you, it's all—it's mixing with the spanking and I'm—"

"Oh no," Nexxali grinned wickedly. "You absolutely are NOT allowed to cum until we're done. Bad girls don't get to cum."

"That's so mean!" Shady wailed.

"Eight," I said, swatting again. "For complaining about the consequences you agreed to."

SMACK!

"Eight!" Shady gasped. The shadow-tendrils flared higher, tightening around her thighs now, pulsing with her need, blooming into wispy lilies dotted with starlight.

"My turn," Nexxali announced. "Nine! For making a garden of shadows in our bedroom!"

CRACK!

"NINE!" Shady shrieked. Another gush of clear fluid painted the sheets. "I didn't… ahhhhh!”

"Ten!" I swatted. "For too many disagreements.”

SMACK!

"T-ten!" Shady moaned. The shadows reformed into tree roots or maybe tentacles. It was hard to focus due to the giggling serval riding me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—"

"Oooh, someone's getting so creative," Nexxali observed, grinding down in a way that made my toes curl. "Look at those tendrils. Very tentacle-y. Very hentai."

"Shut up!" Shady buried her face in the pillow. I felt a fresh wave of radiant embarrassment blossoming across the air.

"Eleven!" Nexxali's paw came down. "For having a pervy subconscious!"

CRACK!

"ELEVEN—ahhhh it's not pervy it's just—mmmmph!" Shady's protest dissolved into muffled sobbing.

I was getting close. Nexxali's pussy was like a juicy vice, squeezing and rippling around me. Every bounce drove me deeper into her tight heat.

"Twelve," I panted, bringing my hand down. "For... uh... being too good at empathy magic?"

SMACK!

"Twelve," Shady whimpered. Her voice was wrecked. "That's a stupid reason."

"Thirteen!" Nexxali grinned. "For criticizing Ashy's spanking reasons!"

CRACK!

"THIRTEEN!" The number came out as a shriek. Shady's whole body was trembling now, balanced on a knife's edge. 

The shadow-tendrils tightened reflexively, and I somehow felt her desperate internal mantra spilling in the air: Don't cum don't cum don't cum don't—

"You're doing so good, babe," Nexxali cooed, even as she bounced harder on my cock. "Halfway there. Just seventeen more."

"Seventeen?!" Shady lifted her head, eyes wide. "I can't—there's no way—"

"Fourteen!" I swatted, cutting off her protest. "For giving up before we're even done!"

SMACK!

"Fourteen," Shady sobbed. "Please, please, I'm begging—"

"No begging allowed," Nexxali purred. Her pussy clenched around me in rhythmic pulses. "Begging is for girls who've earned mercy. Have you earned mercy?"

"...no," Shady admitted miserably.

"Good Wendigo," Nexxali praised. "Fifteen! For correct self-assessment!"

CRACK!

"FIF—ahhhh fuck!" Shady's tail stood straight up, every feather rigid. "That's—you're rewarding me with punishment?!"

"Yep!" Nexxali was grinning like a maniac now, golden eyes wild. "Life's unfair. Get used to it."

"Sixteen," I managed, swatting again even as Nexxali's movements drove me closer to the edge. "For expecting fairness from two people actively fucking while spanking you."

SMACK!

"S-sixteen," Shady gasped. Through our connection, I felt her control slipping. The shadow-tendrils were vibrating now, humming with barely contained energy.

"Halfway done with the second set!" Nexxali announced cheerfully. "Only fourteen more to go!"

"I hate math," Shady moaned.

"Seventeen!" Nexxali's paw came down. "For being bad at math!"

CRACK!

"SEVENTEEN! I'm not bad at—ahhhh—I just can't think right now!" The shadows pulsed harder, and I realized they were basically acting as a second set of hands, holding Shady in place, keeping her ass perfectly positioned for more punishment.

Her own magic was betraying her. The humiliation of that realization sent another spike of arousal through me.

"Eighteen," I said, swatting. "For having magic with a mind of its own."

SMACK!

"Eighteen!" Shady was bawling now, tears and drool soaking the pillow, her voice drowning in moans. "Not—not my fault—ahhhh—"

Nexxali leaned back, changing the angle, and suddenly I was hitting something inside her that made her yowl. She clenched around me like a fist, riding harder.

"Nineteen!" Her paw came down like thunder. "For making us both want to cum with your shadow-show before we're done with you!"

CRACK!

"NINE—ahhhh fuck fuck fuck!" Shady's pussy clenched hard, a visible contraction that made her whole body shake. She was right on the edge, barely holding on. "Can't—can't—"

"You can," Nexxali commanded, her voice dropping into an extra-dimensional hypnotic register. "You WILL hold it. Understand? Nobody is allowed to finish till we hit thirty!"

I felt the tendrils of her voice trying to ensnare my body and let them in, enjoying the edging.

"Cheater," Shady whimpered. “Ughhhh… you're so awful!”

"Twenty!" I brought my hand down hard. "For calling the referee an awful cheater!"

SMACK!

"T-twenty!" Shady's voice wobbled and echoed.

"Two-thirds done!" Nexxali announced, bouncing faster. Her pussy was making obscene wet sounds. "Ten more! You've got this, Princess!"

"Don't got this," Shady mumbled into the pillow. "Got nothing. Brain gone. Only butt remains."

I snorted with laughter.

"Twenty-one!" Nexxali cracked her paw down. "For making Ashy laugh during sex! That's MY job!"

SMACK!

"TWENTY-ONE!" Shady shrieked. "I didn't mean to!"

"Twenty-two," I said, swatting. "For accidentally being funny."

SMACK!

"T-t-twenty-two," Shady stuttered. "This is abuse!"

"Twenty-three!" Nexxali grinned. "For kink-shaming your own punishment! You love it, don't complain.”

CRACK!

"TWENTY-THREE—that doesn't even make sense!" Shady's claws dug grooves in the wooden bed frame, the sheets long since shredded.

"Twenty-four," I panted. I was close, so fucking close. Nexxali's pussy was squeezing me in a fantastic rhythm, her body bouncing with increasing desperation. "For... for questioning Nexxali's logic!"

SMACK!

"Twenty-four," Shady moaned. The shadow-tendrils leapt up and slowly wrapped around her breasts, squeezing gently. "Ah fuck! My own magic is groping me!"

"Twenty-five!" Nexxali's strike came down. "For complaining about free gropes!”

CRACK!

"TWENTY-FIVE!" Shady was sobbing openly. "They're not free if they're from MYSELF!"

"Twenty-six," I managed, swatting even as Nexxali's movements drove me closer to the brink. "For arguing with yourself!"

SMACK!

"Twenty-six," Shady whimpered. I felt her mind spiraling through the thrumming air. She was drunk on sensation, on need, on the empathic feedback loop of feeling both our pleasure mixing with her own increasing, inescapable desperation. I felt myself plummeting into the gravity well of her arousal as she thrust her behind up against nothing.

"Four more, babe," Nexxali panted, grinding down hard. "You can make it. Almost there. No finishing till we reach thirty!"

"Can't," Shady mumbled. "Brain melted. Am puddle."

"Twenty-seven!" Nexxali's paw came down with devastating accuracy. "For being a drama queen!"

CRACK!

The number came out as a raw scream. Shady's pussy clenched hard. “Ahhhh! FUCK! AHHH!”

82: Broken Shadows

"Three more," Nexxali breathed. She was close too, her movements erratic, chasing her own release. "Together," the serval panted at me, tongue out, eyes rolling back. "Last s-sset—together—"

"Twenty-eight," I said. "For being our cute Wendigo.”

We swung together.

DOUBLE SMACK!

Shady moaned, thrashing. The shadow-tendrils were everywhere now, pulsing with desperate need, holding her, touching, squeezing her, pulling on her large nipples, a literal manifestation of her unraveling control.

“Slayer,” Nexxali let out, staring at the living shadows. “Spanking a Wendigo is freaking amazing. That’s the weirdest magic wigglage I’ve seen.”

The grandfather clock in the hallway started chiming. It was 6:42 AM. Clocks didn't chime at 6:42 AM. A distant part of my mind noted as Nexxali made moaning and panting noises, frantically moving up and down atop me.

“For being brave enough to let us do this. For trusting us.” I declared. We swatted Shady together.

CRACK!

"TWENTY-NINE! OH FUCK—PLEASE—" Shady's whole body convulsed. I felt her hanging by a thread, Nexxali's hypnotic command the only thing keeping her from flying apart. “Going to explode. Like a… like a supernova… Can't take it anymore! Ahhhhhh!”

The shadows melted and reformed. Shady reached back with both hands kneading her ass, panting hard. 

"Last one," I panted. "Thirty. For making me fall in love with you."

I swung my hand one final time, aiming for her clit.

SMACK!

The room became smaller. Or maybe we got bigger? Space became negotiable. Her pussy gushed, arousal flowing like a river, painting her thighs, dripping onto sheets that had given up being fabric and now looked like distant canyons.

I tasted the air. It was inexplicably filled with the smell of strawberries, pinecones and steak. Shadows spun around us like a room-sized thunderstorm. Black rain poured from them across the bedsheet-canyons.

Nexxali cried out against my neck, her fangs scraping my skin. She was cumming now too, I could feel it in the way she convulsed on my lap, her pussy clenching, milking me. 

Shady screamed, and the orgasm that tore through her was absolutely catastrophic. Her whole body seized, her sex clenching madly, swollen labia spasming and twitching, arousal pouring from her in waves. Her behind clenched and released rhythmically, her tail thrashed wildly, knocking over the lamp on the nightstand. 

Silver light poured off her in cascading caustic ripples as if we were underwater. Every piece of furniture in the room vibrated, taking off and landing, the stained glass windows rattling in their frames.

Then, I was gone too, cumming hard into the prad girl squirting atop me, my vision whiting out as pleasure ripped through me.

The room replicated and divided, stretching, unfolding to infinity. I saw infinite iterations of myself and of Nexxali. The ones closest to me were the same as us, the ones further away changed drastically, the serval girl looking like a husky for some reason, then a dragon with rainbow wings.

Shady came and came, her sex pulsing through multiple aftershocks, swollen labia twitching with each wave, her clitoris jerking frantically, her entrance clenching desperately around nothing. The orgasm seemed to go on forever, body convulsing and arching with pleasure.

The Interstellar-black-hole effect wobbled on and on and on and then finally snapped back.

Shady collapsed completely boneless into the destroyed pillows, gasping and sobbing, her behind throbbing with heat, her sex still pulsing weakly with aftershocks, tender and absolutely spent.

"Holy... fucking... Slayer..." She managed between gasps.

Nexxali laughed, blinking and looking left and right. “That was effin’ extra cool. My brain left my ears for a moment though.”

"You just... you both just... You’re awful. I can't feel my ass..." Shady mumbled into the pillow.  

"You’ll live," I said.

"Good girl," Nexxali purred, stroking Shady's feathery tail. "You took soooo many. I'm very proud of you."

"Proud?" Shady growled, slowly turning over onto her back and kneading her butt cheeks with thick whimpers. "You're PROUD? You minced my ass, you jerk!"

"Uh-huh. Go on, tell us what a good Emperor and Knight we are."

Shady let out a sound that was half sob, half laugh. "You're—you're both—terrible—wonderful—I hate you—I love you—fuuuck…"

She caressed her butt, wiggling, drooling and panting.

"Ashyyy," Nexxali looked back at me with a wicked grin. "I think our Princess has earned some loving attention now, don't you?"

I looked at Shady's soaked, swollen pussy, pulsing with need.

"Yeah," I said. "I think she has."

My cock was still sensitive, twitching as Nexxali slowly lifted herself off me, a strand of our mixed fluids connecting us for a moment before breaking. She rolled to Shady’s side with a satisfied purr, sprawling out on the destroyed sheets like a cat who'd just knocked over an expensive vase and felt zero remorse about it.

I took a moment to breathe, my heart hammering against my ribs. The room looked perfectly ordinary now.

Shady lay in front of me on her back, ass slightly raised, legs spread, her dark cheeks flickering with silver stars, mouth open wide, tongue out. Both of her clawed hands carefully kneaded the abused flesh, and she was making the most adorable pathetic little whimpering sounds that were equal parts pain and residual arousal. It was amazing to see the bossy, tall Wendigo so utterly defeated by spanks.

"Ohhh fuck," she moaned. "My ass is ON FIRE. Like, actually on fire. I think you two permanently broke it."

"You'll regenerate," Nexxali said lazily, stretching out her spotted legs. "Probably.”

“PROBABLY?” Shady growled. "Ow, ow, ow—FUCK. Feels like my butt filed for divorce from my body. It's taking the tail in the settlement."

I laughed. Even after being thoroughly spanked, she was still packed to the brim with ridiculous humor.

My eyes drifted to her pussy, swollen and glistening, the lips puffy and dark purple-red, prominent clit throbbing. 

Shadow-tendril-wisps slowly remanifested around her thighs like living smoke, pulsing in time with her breathing, assisting her butt-caressing.

"Your shadows seem pretty attached," I observed, trailing my fingers along one of the dark wisps. It felt cool and immaterial against my skin, like touching static electricity made manifest. My fingers went right through them.

"They're being CLINGY," Shady huffed. "Stupid magic, spilling everywhere. No impulse control. Just like their dum’ owner."

"Mmm, I think they're cute," Nexxali purred, reaching out to pretend-stroke one of the tendrils. It wrapped around her wrist affectionately, passing through it. "Look, they like me!"

"Everything likes you," Shady grumbled. "You're freakin’ catnip incarnate when you sing."

I admired the view. Shady's tall, alien form spread before me, every inch of her trembling with residual sensation. The constellation patterns across her back and tail had dimmed to a soft glow, like distant stars becoming draped with thin clouds.

"You're beautiful," I said, tracing my fingers along her legs.

Shady made a soft mrowl-noise. "I'm a MESS. A beautiful mess with a demolished butt."

"A very fuckable mess," Nexxali corrected, eyes gleaming. She glanced at me.

“Still reloading,” I commented.

"Mmm, well while you're reloading," Nexxali grinned, "I’ll prep the Princess."

"Prep?" Shady's voice went up an octave. "What do you mean PREP? I’m prepped enuff!"

Nexxali didn't answer with words. Instead, she leaned down and dragged her rough tongue along Shady's inner thigh, licking up the trail of arousal.

"Ah—fuck!" Shady jerked, hips bucking. "Nexy!"

"Mmm, you taste like strawberries and juicy desperation," Nexxali purred, taking another long lick, this time getting closer to Shady's swollen pussy. "So sweet."

I watched, transfixed, as the serval worked her way up, tongue tracing patterns through the mess of clear, sparkling fluids coating Shady's thighs. The Wendigo was trembling, her claws digging into the mattress, silver stars beginning to ignite across her feathers again.

"You're—you're evil," Shady gasped as Nexxali's tongue finally made contact with her outer lips, just the lightest teasing touch. "Pure evil."

"Uh-huh," Nexxali agreed. "Look at this pretty pussy. All swollen and needy. Poor neglected Princess."

Shady let out a moan-sob. Her shadow-tendrils were writhing, once again wrapping around her breasts, squeezing and pulling at her nipples.

"Your magic is molesting you again," I pointed out, moving closer.

"I KNOW," Shady wailed. "It won't—ahh!—won't stop! The shadows are being freaking PERVERTS!"

Nexxali laughed against Shady's pussy, the vibration making the Wendigo jerk. "Maybe because their owner is a pervert?"

"Am NOT—oh fuck!" Shady's protest cut off as Nexxali's tongue slid between her folds, licking from her puckered asshole up to her clit in one long, deliberate stroke.

My cock was definitely interested now, hardening as I watched Nexxali work. The serval was thorough, rough, feline tongue mapping every inch of Shady's sex, occasionally dipping inside before pulling back to lap at her clit.

"Ashy," Shady panted, turning her head to look at me with pleading silver eyes. "Please—need you—need you inside—"

"Getting there," I said. "Enjoying the show first."

"You're MEAN," Shady whimpered. Then her eyes rolled back as Nexxali did something with her tongue that made the Wendigo's whole body convulse. "Oh SLAYER—right there—fuuuuck!"

The shadow-tendrils tightened around Shady's breasts, making her cry and wiggle. More tendrils emerged from the shadows, wrapping around her ankles, her wrists, spreading her wider.

"They're getting extra handsy," Nexxali observed, pulling back for a moment. Her fuzzy muzzle was soaked with Shady's arousal. "Look at all these little tentacles. So eager."

"They're—they're not tentacles," Shady gasped. "They're just—shadows—"

"Tentacle-y shadows," I corrected, fully hard now. "That are currently groping you."

One of the tendrils slithered between Shady's legs, brushing against her clit. She jerked with a sharp cry.

"No—no fair—my own—betraying me—ahh!"

“Hrmmm… What's even controlling them? Nexxali asked. “Hrm. They’re super entwined with your body.” She pawed at a tendril, the claws sinking right through it.

“Mmmm-my soul shards are… I think,” Shady panted. “They’re… only affecting me, fuck!”

“Ah, yes, they're too immaterial to touch anything physically. You're basically Phase-shift-friggin’ yourself. Conclusion: don’t eat brain spiders if you don’t want your own magic to assault your body,” Nexxali laughed.

Another shadow-tendril found her entrance, pressing against it teasingly but not entering, just applying pressure. 

"Yep. I think she's ready," Nexxali purred, moving aside and gesturing to Shady's exposed, dripping sex like a game show host revealing a prize. "One soaking wet Wendigo, prepped and ready for her Emperor."

I lined myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her swollen lips. She was absolutely drenched, her arousal coating me instantly.

"Tell me what you need," I said, holding still.

"You!" Shady sobbed. "Need you inside—need to feel you—come on, don't make me beg—"

"But you're so adorable when you beg," Nexxali teased, repositioning herself above Shady’s head. "Though… I think you should work for it."

"What—" Shady started, then moaned as Nexxali grabbed her antlers and pulled her face into her soaping crotch.

"Lick," Nexxali commanded. "Make me cum and Ashy will fuck you. Deal?"

"You—" Shady's protest was muffled as Nexxali ground against her muzzle. “Ahhh… two-sided attack, so not fair.”

"Life's not fair," Nexxali grinned, looking at me over Shady's arched body. "Right, Ashy? Give her some incentive."

I slid just the head of my shaft inside, stretching Shady's entrance. Her pussy clamped down immediately, trying to pull me deeper, but I held still.

"Mmmmph!" Shady's muffled protest vibrated against Nexxali's pussy, making the serval gasp and laugh.

"Good girl," Nexxali purred. "Keep doing that—oh fuck yes—"

I saw Shady's large tongue working, and listened to the lovely wet sounds as she licked Nexxali's pussy. The shadow-tendrils were going wild now, wrapping around Shady all over, caressing, pulsing with frustration and need.

Every time Shady made a particularly good movement with her tongue on Nexxali, making the serval cry out, I pushed in a little deeper, rewarding her efforts. Her pussy was like a furnace, tight and absolutely drenched.

"More," Nexxali gasped, grinding harder against Shady's open snout. "Use that long tongue—ah!—yes, just like that—"

I was halfway inside now, and it was taking all my willpower not to just slam home. Shady's inner walls were rippling around me, trying to pull me deeper, her whole body trembling with need.

One of the shadow-tendrils, bolder than the rest, pressed against Shady's asshole. She jerked, making muffled sounds of protest, but the tendril was insistent, slowly pushing inside.

“Holy shit.” I breathed, watching as Shady's own magic violated her. 

"Mmmmph!" was her only response, her body shaking as the tendril stretched her ass, going deeper.

"That's so fucking hot," Nexxali panted, her hips moving faster against Shady's face. 

Shady's pussy clenched hard around me at the words, and I couldn't hold back anymore. I grabbed her hips and thrust all the way in.

Shady's pussy swallowed me whole—tight, scorching heat that made every nerve ending in my cock light up like a goddamn firework display. The sensation punched through my brain, scattering thoughts like startled birds. Her inner walls rippled and clenched around my shaft, as if her body was trying to memorize every ridge and vein.

I gasped, my fingers digging into the generous flesh of her hips. The dark fuzz under my palms sparked with silver stars, tiny constellations igniting wherever I touched, reminding me of finding bioluminescent algae on the Pacific ocean beach.

Shady's muffled scream vibrated through Nexxali's cunt, making the serval throw her head back with a yowl. The Wendigo's whole body convulsed between us, caught in the overwhelming sensations.

I pulled back slowly, watching my shaft emerge slick and glistening with her arousal, then slammed back in. The wet slap of flesh echoed through the room, mixing with Shady's muffled cries and Nexxali's increasingly wild moans.

The shadow-tendril in Shady's ass pulsed in rhythm with my thrusts, fucking her in tandem with me. I could see it moving beneath her skin, a dark shape pressing and releasing, stretching that tight ring of muscle. Her own magic was violating her, and from the way her pussy clenched around me with each thrust of the tendril, she was loving every second of it.

"Look at you," I panted, picking up speed. "Fuking yourself. Such a dirty Princess."

Shady could only whimper in response, her tongue working overtime on Nexxali's clit. More shadow-tendrils emerged, squeezing and pulling at her nipples, wrists, feathery mane. 

Nexxali was grinding hard against Shady's muzzle, spotted hips rolling in desperate circles. "Yes—fuck yes—right there—don't stop—" The serval's claws dug into Shady's antlers, using them as handles to ride her face harder.

Shady lifted her butt higher from the bed, presenting herself for me and adjusting the angle of my pounding.

The air around us shimmered with heat. Silver stars were cascading off Shady in waves now, not just dotting her feathers but falling through the air like eerie snow made of light. Some of them landed on my skin and dissolved into sparks of warmth that traveled straight to my groin.

"She's close," Nexxali gasped, golden eyes half-lidded. "I can feel it—her tongue's getting extra wrigglyyy—AHhhhh!"

"Good," I grunted, slamming in harder. My balls slapped against Shady's flowery labia with each thrust, making her jerk and clench around me. "Let's make her fall apart."

I reached down, finding her engorged clit, and kneaded it between my fingers while thrusting. The reaction was immediate and explosive. Shady's whole body seized, her pussy spasming around my cock, her back arching so hard I thought her spine might snap. The muffled scream that tore from her throat sent Nexxali over the edge.

"Fuck—fuck—YES—" Nexxali's orgasm hit her like a freight train, her whole body shuddering, thighs clamping around Shady head as she came explosively, squirting madly. “Ahhhhh!”

But Shady wasn't done. Her orgasm kept building, layering on top of itself. The shadow-tendril in her ass thrust faster, harder, while the ones on her breasts squeezed tighter. Her pussy was milking my cock with rhythmic pulses that felt like they were trying to pull my soul out through my dick.

And then reality started to bend again.

The walls expanded and contracted. The morning light streaming through the stained glass shattered into sideways fractures that felt like sprinkles of ice and fire against my skin. I could taste purple on my tongue, hear the color silver singing in frequencies that made my entire body thrum.

I didn't care. I was chasing my own release now, pounding into Shady's cunt with abandon. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so hot that every thrust felt like diving into molten honey. "Fuck, Shady, I'm—"

My orgasm crashed through me like a tidal wave, my cock jerking as I emptied myself deep inside her, filling her up. The sensation seemed to go on forever, pulse after pulse, as pleasure obliterated everything else.

Shady came again at the feeling of me filling her, her pussy clenching wildly. The shadow-tendril in her ass slammed in one final time and froze there, pulsing. Her whole body convulsed between us, caught in an orgasm that seemed to have no end.

The room folded in on itself, then expanded outward. For a moment I saw through Shady's eyes—myself in front of her, Nexxali above. Then I was back in my own body, collapsing forward onto Shady's stomach, both of us gasping for air.

The shadow-tendrils melted into ordinary shadows. The dancing colors faded back to normal. 

We lay there in a heap, three bodies tangled together in soaked sheets, all of us trembling and spent. Shady was making small, cute whimpering sounds.

"Holy fucking Slayer," she finally managed, voice muffled against the pillow. "You two... destroyed me... completely destroyed..."

"Mmm," Nexxali purred, rolling off to sprawl beside us. "That was sooooo amazing. Never getting tired of that."

"Pretty sure we temporarily turned the room into a non-Euclidean space," I said.

"Worth it," Shady mumbled. "Totally worth it. Ughhh.”

I reached out to stroke her feathery mane. She turned her head to look at me, silver eyes glowing softly in the morning light, and smiled—a genuine, happy, completely sated smile.

"Group hug," Nexxali announced, throwing herself on top of both of us. "Best morning ever."

We lay there as the sun climbed higher, three thoroughly fucked beings from different dimensions in a thoroughly fucked room, and I thought that maybe, just maybe, we were going to be okay.

Even with an alien armada hanging over our heads. Even with Shady’s aunt set on murdering her.

We had this. We had each other. And we would not stop until the Earth was ours.