-The world of Oblivion was a sentient worldship traveling the twist and turns of Quasi-Space on a five-year journey back to the realm where Earth existed.  It was bringing three passengers back to the world to which they belonged.


Britanny Diggers and her daughter Tiffany had been brought to the world by Britanny’s malevolent grandfather; Jonathan Diggers, transformed by a backfiring magical spell into the evil Lich King.  The Lich King, having long since lost all of his magical abilities, had planned to use Oblivion’s properties to transfer his soul into Tiffany’s body to restore his powers.


However, thanks to the aid of several unexpected allies, including Jonathan’s old magical sentient journal/spellbook, a mystical guardian modeled after Britanny’s husband Stryyp, and even the priestess of the Gaoblin race that made Oblivion its home, Crescens; Britanny had defeated the Lich King, freed her grandfather’s soul, and saved Tiffany.  She had jolted Oblivion out of its endless eons of slumber and caused its cycle of life and death to return, earning the endless gratitude of the Gaoblin.  


However, she paid a heavy price for her victory.  Britanny was trapped on Oblivion, unable to return home to Earth on her own; hence the journey that Oblivion itself was now undertaking.  It would take five long years of ageless travel for Britanny and Tiffany to make it home.  


*****


With nothing else to do with her time; Crescens, the Gaoblin priestess, quickly becoming Britanny’s best friend, had begun to train Britanny in Gaoblin magic.  It turned out that Britanny had deep, untapped mystical potential, which awakened quickly under Crescens’ tutelage.


“Slowly, slowly…  Don’t go too quickly…  You can’t force the magic, Lady ‘Gia,” Crescens murmured, standing over Britanny.  The werecheetah’s green eyes were narrowed in concentration and frustration as a sphere of water floated in the air in front of her, swirling with esoteric energies.


“I’m gonna lose it…” Brit grunted, clenching her teeth with the strain of maintaining the spell.

“No, you won’t,” Crescens chided softly, placing the glowing palms of her Void Claws on Britanny’s shoulders, “Now, attempt to freeze it, by manipulating your aura…”


“Nnnf…” Britanny grumbled, closing her eyes as she tried to feel the energy and bend it to her will.  It was not easy work.  The only time Brit had ever manipulated her aura before this was to transform between her different forms, change the length of her hair, and trigger a hands-free orgasm; all innate werecheetah abilities.  This was something entirely different.  The first few days of training had been chaotic and messy ones, as Brit kept accidentally becoming a human or cheetah, finding herself with floor-length hair, or splattering Crescens with a fire-hose blast of cum.  After two weeks of training, however, Brit had finally managed to cast her first spell, a few flickering sparks.  It had felt like a major accomplishment, even if it was basically glorified confetti.
It was a year later, and Britanny was now well into the basics of Gaoblin magic, learning elemental spells.  It turned out that she remembered much more of the half-ignored lectures her father had given her on magic over the years than she thought she did, which sped up the process considerably.  She could just imagine how jealous Gina would be when she got back, juggling fireballs, after all the time Gina had tried and failed to even levitate a penny.


...Gina.  A sudden pang of loneliness shot through Britanny’s gut.  The spell faltered and several quarts of water sloshed onto the ground as the water sphere lost cohesion.  She missed Gina deeply, and being trapped on Oblivion away from her sisters, parents, and most importantly, her husband were taking its toll. 


She could still imagine the taste of Stryyp’s cum on her lips, the feeling of it sloshing around inside her womb.  The feel of him around her cock as she plunged into his surprisingly soft rear.  Not for the first time, Brit wished that she could summon the Guardian Golem modelled after Stryyp that protected her during the battle at will, and that it was anatomically correct.  Alas, she could not, and it wasn’t.

Several more quarts of water soaked the grass as Brit’s mind wandered.


“Lady ‘Gia.  You are not focusing,” Crescens said gently, squeezing the werecheetah’s shoulders just hard enough that the tips of her claws bit in and jolted Brit out of her reverie.


“Gah, sorry.  I’ve just been concentrating for hours now and I think my poor brain is hitting its limits.  Can we take a break?” Brit asked, wincing as she tried to force the sphere back into its shape, preventing the loss of any more liquid.


“We already took a break so you could masturbate twenty minutes ago,” Crescens said, her eyes narrowing in mild annoyance.  Brit winced; she hated when the Gaoblin turned that glare her way.  It felt like getting glared at by a beloved, but extremely strict school teacher. 


“Well, yeah… Us Earthlings have crazy libidos, but…” Brit said weakly, trying to come up with an excuse.  Crescens hated distractions and cutting their lessons short.  She opened her mouth to speak, probably to chastise Britanny’s lack of commitment, but Britanny never found out what she was going to say.


A Gaoblin had jogged up through the grass, panting slightly.  Despite having spent a year living with them, Britanny was still learning to tell them apart from one another.  There were thousands of their race living on the planet, and as horrible as it made Brit feel, outside of Crescens, she still could not tell one Gaoblin’s face from another.  


As far as Britanny could tell, Crescens was a unique member of her race.  Tall, muscular, built like a tank, but still retaining wonderful womanly curves.  Long tresses of blue hair hung down nearly to her rear.  Her ether vents were exotic piercings in her body.  It was quite easy to pick her out of a crowd, given that she tended to tower well over a foot over the other Gaoblin.


This particular specimen was pretty much like any other member of the Gaoblin race that Britanny had seen.  He was tall, thin, almost lanky with deep pine-green skin and glowing yellow eyes.  He did not have a nose, so much as lizard-like nostrils.  All Gaoblin had sharp features, with strong, visible cheekbones and a pointed chin, which was part of the difficulty Britanny had in telling one from another.  Their hair was one of the only true differences between Gaoblin that she could distinguish; they came in a variety of colors ranging from blonde, strawberry pink, nearly neon green, all the way to Crescens’ deep ocean blue.  This particular one had silvery hair tied back in a loose ponytail, which seemed to be a very common style among the Gaoblin.  


In the eons of time spent floating in Quasi-Space, Gaoblin fashion had muddled into only a few generic clothing styles that all Gaoblin tended to wear, whether male or female.  When she had first arrived on Oblivion, she had only seen their traditional combat armor of deep green, which covered their whole bodies in plates of metal and robes of tough green fabric.  Brit could not comprehend such… prudishness, to hide one’s most prized and proud attributes from the world even in combat.  But after bringing peace and restoring the cycle of life and restoring the cycle of life and death to the world, the Gaoblin had abandoned their armor, for there was little need for it.  


It turned out, then, that the Gaoblin tended to wear very little outside of their armor.  Either loose, light robes (usually in shades of white or green); chestwraps and loincloths that Brit could compare most closely to the Japanese fundoshi; or nothing at all, and just walked around nude. 


This particular Gaoblin was wearing a loincloth, but it did little to hide the shape and size of his endowment, which even flaccid, was easily halfway down his thigh.  Both from observation and from her Grandfather’s journal, Brit had gotten the idea that the Gaoblin as a race were naturally quite gifted down there.


The Gaoblin male turned to Crescens and began to say something in the rapid gabbling language of their race.  Britanny winced.  She could only pick up every third or fourth word.  It had been a perpetual source of shame for her that Crescens had picked up English quite quickly over their time together.  It had taken the Priestess about a year to become nearly fluent, though she still had a strong accent at times, and faltered with the vocabulary frequently.  Brit, in contrast, had only managed to pick up a barely-functional grasp of Gaoblinese in the same amount of time.  She could ask basic questions, give basic answers, and hold short and very limited conversations.


Crescens glanced at Britanny and said, “Continue with the exercise.  I need to talk for a minute.”


She turned with the male and walked a few paces away.  She clearly assumed she was out of earshot of Britanny.  She was wrong, as Brit’s hearing was far stronger than a human’s, and most Gaoblin’s as well.  Curiosity piqued, Brit tried to listen in as she half-concentrated on trying to freeze the sphere of water she kept levitating before her.


“My Priestess, ****** time to ***** **** ***** again?” the Gaoblin male said in the politest verb tense that the Gaoblin language was capable of.  This made it even harder for Britanny to parse; she was more versed in casual and moderately-polite Gaoblinese.  She winced, wracking her brain to try to translate as much as she could.


“It cannot be time *****.  It has not ***** yet.  We are ***** **** **********,” answered Crescens.  Brit grumbled.  Most of it was nonsense to her, using vocabulary she had not yet picked up yet.  


“It is TIME, my Priestess…  ***** penis ********  ***** **** semen!” said the male.  Britanny frowned and shook her head.  She could not have heard that right.  A few of the first words she had picked up in Gaoblinese (like anyone learning a new language would) were the sexual terms.  After all, one could not properly pleasure another person without knowing how to communicate about it.  But a Gaoblin would not have interrupted their private lesson time to talk about his penis… would he?

“****** penis ***** masturbate, *****  *******  ****** lessons with Lady ‘Gia,” Crescens replied, waving one of her void claws dismissively.  This time, Brit was certain she had heard the words.  She blinked in confusion and curiosity.  What kind of conversation was going on here?  She was so distracted that she was forgetting to even pretend like she was trying to practice her spellcraft.  The sphere of water had long since splashed onto the ground, leaving Brit waving her hands in the air vaguely at nothing.


“My Priestess, forgive ****** *********  but ****** HORNY!!!” the Gaoblin exclaimed, “and **** dripping, **** cum, ***** and ****** *******  *********** breasts!”


Brit no longer was even pretending to pretend to pay attention to her lesson.  She was now staring openly at the two Gaoblin, jaw dropped in confusion.  She had thought this conversation would be about something serious; like a political issue or a dangerous magical effect of Oblivion.  Crescens had made it clear to her people that their lessons were never to be interrupted for anything except the utmost importance.  What on Oblivion could be so important about something related to sex?


The next bit of conversation happened so quickly that Brit could barely keep up, catching one in ten words, but it had a profound effect on Crescens.  Her face turned a strange shade of green pink.  Brit could visibly see the Gaoblin Priestess’ dark green nipples harden, poking out from her breasts.  A similar effect happened with Crescens’ loins; her penis plumped rapidly, going from flaccid to half-erect in mere moments.  Her thighs glistened with her nectar.  Britanny had never seen Crescens look so flustered.


“...Gather everyone in ***** ************.  We shall ********.  ******* cum ******* penis.  ********,” Crescens commanded.  The Gaoblin bowed his head politely, then turned and scampered off with a haste that almost seemed indecent to Britanny.


“We shall… have to cut our lesson short, Lady ‘Gia,” Crescens said after a moment, this time in English, “...Not that you seemed to be paying much attention, anyway.”


“What was that about?” Britanny asked, “I’m… still kinda learning Gaoblin, and I heard the word ‘penis’ being thrown about pretty often there…”

Crescens’ glowing eyes went wide with surprise, then narrowed in annoyance, then to Brit’s surprise, she smirked and placed one of her Void Claws on her hip.  She said in a mildly amused tone, “I did not realize your hearing was as strong as it is, Lady ‘Gia.  I shall have to be more careful in the future.”

She sighed and shook her head, gesturing out at the landscape of Oblivion behind her, continuing, “You… have done us a great favor that we can never repay, Lady ‘Gia, in restoring the cycle of life and death to our world.  For countless…” she paused, searching for the words, “millennia, the Gaoblin people have lived in hope of the day we would be able to die and be able to give birth.  To do what all the other races of the universe have been able to do all along.”


“...Yeaaahh… aaand?” Brit asked, gesturing for Crescens to continue.  The Priestess sighed, apparently amused by the werecheetah’s impatience.


“Immortality is one thing, Lady ‘Gia.  Stagnation is another.  It is one thing to live forever, it is another to do so unchanged.  For eons, we have been made to live without change.  It is a great strain, a nearly unbearable burden,” Crescens said, sighing, “And we have had to make sacrifices to continue living.”


“I don’t mean to be rude, but… I’m not seeing your point yet,” Brittany interjected when Crescens trailed off thoughtfully.  The taller woman crossed her Void Claws over her chest.  Brit could still see the shape of her nipples through the strangely transparent star-filled energy constructs.


“One of those sacrifices, Lady ‘Gia, was our race’s sex drive,” Crescens said flatly.

“Wait, what?  You mean you haven’t…  gotten off in millennia?!” Brit exclaimed, her eyes as wide as dinner plates.  The very concept was unthinkable.  Brit could not go six hours without an orgasm, never mind thousands of years.  Crescens’ cheeks turned that strange, yet slightly attractive shade of green-pink again.


“...Yes, Lady ‘Gia, that is part of it.  The cycle of life and death was broken.  We could not die, but neither could we give birth.  And without the need to give birth, we also lost the desire to seek physical pleasure,” Crescens explained patiently.  It made sense to Brit, actually.  She had rarely seen a Gaoblin with an erection.  She had never seen them having sex, not even a casual handjob while waiting for something, like on Earth.  All of her own flirtations and attempts to elicit any sort of sex from anyone she met were met with extremely polite (and strangely flustered) apologies and refusals.  It was why her only sexual partners for an entire year were her own hand and occasionally Jon, her grandfather’s diary, who was more than willing to tell of his various dalliances with exotic and strange peoples from around the multiverse.


“...Uh… so all those times I was… um… playing with myself… and you watched...” Britanny said slowly, blushing deeply.


“...I was interested on an intellectual and even emotional level… but I felt nothing particularly physical, no.  While I was certainly capable of physical arousal, and even orgasm… But it felt empty and… lifeless,” Crescens elaborated, “It brought no real release, no feeling of joy or delight.  I felt no desire to try to pleasure myself or seek pleasure with another.”


“Okay, but I’m still not making the connection between this and your conversation with that guy,” Britanny said slowly.


“He was informing me that numerous members of my race awoke this morning having had nocturnal emissions during the night.  And that many are showing signs of physical arousal.  And that orgasms feel… pleasurable once more,” Crescens said, choosing her words carefully, “It would seem that the effects of restoring Oblivion have begun to affect us more profoundly as time goes on.”


“Oh!  Well… That’s awesome!” Brit said, grinning, “Maybe you and I can fool around a bit, then…”

“....*Ahem.* Y-Yes, perhaps we will,” Crescens said, her blush deepening as she turned away, clearly trying to hide it from the werecheetah.  Britanny had to struggle to avoid snickering.  

“However, my race is… different than yours, I think,” Crescens explained, giving a small shrug, “...Once every two years, we enter a… I believe you would call it a ‘mating season.’  Our lust is driven to a frenzy, and we must release it.  Many of my people are showing symptoms of this ‘mating frenzy.’  It is the duty of a Gaoblin Priestess to tend to her people, and help them find balance.  I ordered him to gather all of those afflicted, so that I may attend to one of my duties for the first time in endless centuries.”


“...Wait,” Britanny said, narrowing her eyes in disbelief, “So, Gaoblin go into heat every two years… and IF we’re not having a massive miscommunication or language barrier here, and I’m sufferin’ the mother of all misunderstandings…  Your job is to… let them gangbang you?!”


“...I would not have chosen those words, precisely… but… yes, that pretty much describes it,” Crescens said, lifting her chin in a dignified manner, “It is my greatest honor to tend to my people’s needs, and let them achieve their first ecstasy in time immemorial.  I do not expect you to understand.”


“Understand, nothin’!  I wanna join in!!!” Brit said with a grin.  Nothing she said could have shocked Crescens more.  The Priestess was dumbstruck, jaw dropped to her chest and face turned a full, burning shade of crimson.  Her penis proved that her libido had been fully restored as it sprung up and slapped against her stomach, the tip long enough to brush the undersides of her breasts.  Brit’s tailtip flicked eagerly as she registered the Priestess’ reaction.  She had never seen Crescens fully erect except early in the morning.  She liked it.  






*******




Brit leapt lightly down a series of floating platforms towards what appeared to be a sort of natural amphitheater, attached to the rest of the planet by the strange web-like stone pillars that seemed to hold it together.  She could have sworn she had passed by this location during the epic fight against the Lich King earlier, but did not think anything of it at the time.  Like all of Oblivion, it seemed to have spontaneously sprouted greenery when Britanny had restored the cycle of life and death and awoken the sentient planet from its slumber.  What she thought had been a series of evenly-spaced stone pillars turned out to be trees, hanging heavy with some sort of alien fruits.  A thick, soft layer of grass covered all of the stone steps down to the amphitheater’s “stage,” providing cushioning for the Gaoblin who sat there.  Flowers of a dozen types native to the world dotted the landscape, providing flourishes of color.


All in all, Brit reflected, a pretty nice place to lay back, relax, and get her poor, aching pussy wrecked by some horny green aliens.


She shook her head, wincing.  It was a particularly lewd and somewhat unkind thought.  She was certainly joining in for her own pleasure, and she made no effort to hide her ulterior motive.  But the main reason for this ritual was to provide release and sexual catharsis for a race that had not had any for eons.  If she and Crescens did not provide this service, the Priestess had explained, the Gaoblin were likely to hurt themselves and one another in their mating frenzy.


In the six hours that had passed since the end of her lesson and now, Brit had made all the preparations she could for the “ordeal to come” as Crescens had put it.  She made it clear that they would not be dealing with the ENTIRE Gaoblin race at once.  Just a select few.  Only a certain percentage of the Gaoblin had their sex drives restored, and of them, an even smaller number were entering their mating frenzy.  It would be manageable.


Looking down at the amphitheater several platforms down from her, Brit reminded herself to properly teach Crescens the meaning of “manageable,” because she was not sure that the Gaoblin quite understood the English term.  She had been thinking maybe a dozen Gaoblin to handle, a fun little romp in the grass for a werecheetah’s ever-powerful libido.


There were well over a hundred of them milling about.  This was almost a tenth of the entire Gaoblin population waiting in the amphitheater.  Brit felt an enormous sweatdrop roll down the side of her face.  She…  She had asked for this, and it was too late to back out now; not unless she wanted Crescens to think badly of her.  


For some reason, Brit could not stand the thought of disappointing the other woman.  She swallowed nervously, and continued her descent, leaping from stone plinths.  


She reviewed her preparations in her head, trying to make sure she had thought of everything.  She had drunk plenty of water, making sure she was well hydrated.  She had eaten several of some sort of fruit that Crescens had pointed out to her… Extremely sour, but apparently full of vitamins and minerals to keep one going.  


Then Brit turned to birth control.  This normally wasn’t much of a worry for her; she just had her father cast a contraception spell, and that was all she needed for a whole year until it wore off and needed to be renewed.  However, she had not had her contraception spells renewed in two years, since before Tiffany was born, obviously.  With what she was facing, Brit could not help but be reminded that there was a strong genetic compatibility between herself and the Gaoblin.


She had discovered that the Gaoblin, faced with the hatred of the grieving and hurting universe that they had helped scourge for the Dynasty of Stars, had decided to hide themselves for their safety.  They obliterated a number of races, the Elves, the Trolls, the Atlanteans, and… the Krynn… and replaced them in secret, altering and disguising themselves down to a genetic level.  Stryyp was a Krynn… but also a Gaoblin descendant.  And so, Brit had no doubt that a Gaoblin could inseminate her if she was not careful. 


Brit was determined that no one was going to give little Tiffany a baby brother or sister other than Stryyp (or Crescens… The thought slipped in and out of her mind so fast that she did not really register it).


Brit’s first thought was the Mage Suit that Crescens had given her.  Growing up with an archmage for a father, Brit had seen how the suit acted as a full-body condom.  It fit the wearer’s form like a second skin, even around the penis so tightly the foreskin could be seen.  If the wearer climaxed, it recognized the semen as part of the wearer’s body, and expanded like a balloon to accommodate the fluid.  The number of times she had seen a water-balloon dangling from the tip of her father’s cock after a little fun with her mother…  It could even provide the same service to a penetrating cock, stretching around an invader inside the wearer’s body.  


Brit had decided not to do this in the end.  She did not know whether or not the Gaoblin Mage Suit acted the same way as her father’s, or whether he had some sort of custom enchantments on it.  She did not want to test that kind of thing under fire.


Luckily, it was the journal of Grandpa Jon who came to the rescue, having a few notes scribbled in his pages about some heavy-duty birth-control spells, both for males and females.  It seemed during his adventures around the realms, Jon had many dalliances with people he met.  With his quick tutoring, Brit was able to cast a few of the easier ones around herself, and he used some of his own magic to reinforce them.  She was reasonably confident in their spellwork, but planned to ask Crescens to double-check before they got started.














*******




The Gaoblin’s penis resembled pretty much every other humanoid penis Britanny had ever seen.  It was about 14 inches long, and moderately wide.  Sure, it was emerald green, which was new, but it had the familiar helmet-shaped glans almost hidden under a foreskin, a bulging urethra down the underside of the shaft, nice veins along the sides, and a healthy heavy pair of testicles below.  They reminded Britanny of a particularly enormous pair of limes in their hairless sack.  That was something else Brit had noticed; Gaoblin had no body hair.


“Priestess, may I release now?” asked the Gaoblin, panting as he gripped the base of his penis, the green head just inches from Britanny’s nose.  Brit licked her lips, eager to taste it.  She kept her discipline and sat back on her haunches, waiting for Crescens’ permission to touch.


“You may,” said Crescens imperiously, her yellow eyes narrowed as she watched him.


“Release?” Brit asked cluelessly, her lips turning down, “What does that meeeeeeYOW!!!”


The sight that made Britanny inadvertently mimic her feline relatives was a shocking one indeed.  It began to pulsate visibly, actually expanding and contracting visibly.  The Gaoblin male gave a long, low guttural groan, as his penis