The howling void encroached upon the little slab of rock that was all that remained of reality.  Chunks of it chipped away, bit by bit, slowly reducing it.  In minutes, there would be nothing left, and the universe… and indeed the multiverse would cease to be.


The remaining survivors of the cataclysm watched as one of their number desperately worked to fix their last chance of survival.


“It’s ready!” announced Dr. Gina Diggers, former greatest archaeologist in Earth’s history, and now the last pure human alive.  She adjusted her large spectacles over her blue eyes, brushing a lock of her long blonde hair back.  She stood up, sighing as she brushed the sweat from her forehead, dusting off her tattered clothes.  She was not bothered by the rips and tears in her blouse or her shorts, but she wished that her left shoelace hadn’t broken because it made it hard to walk.


“You fixed it?” asked Britanny Diggers-’Gia, her little sister.


“Awesome!  Finally some good news!” Brianna Diggers agreed, grinning.  The young woman was Gina’s youngest sister.


“It took everything I had; but I think I’ve got it…” Gina said, nodding slowly.  She looked behind her at the two massive devices.  On the surface, they resembled giant balls of yarn made of stone and gold and steel and glass and more exotic substances.  In truth, the enormous objects were Positive Infinity and Negative Infinity, scale models of the very structure of reality itself.  More than that, Gina knew that they had the ability to affect reality and alter it to the user’s will.  Put together, the two artifacts were possibly the most powerful objects she had ever encountered in her long career of adventuring.  In the final battle, they had laid shattered, and reality along with them.


Gina had spent the last three eternities (or was it merely minutes?  Time no longer worked the way it should.) working to fix the giant models.  With reality crumbling away, this was their only chance to restore what once was.


“So… what now?” Britanny asked, towering over Gina, clearly trying to resist the urge to poke and prod at the giant spheres.  She had never been able to resist balls of yarn, particularly not giant ones.  Britanny was not human; she was a werecheetah, seven feet tall and with exotic feline features.  Her hair was golden with black spots, fringed with white at the edges.  Her face was coated in short, downy white fur, and black stripes slashed over her green, reflective eyes, and down her cheeks.  Her entire body was covered in a thick layer of fur, her tail swishing behind her.  A skintight bodysuit cradled her curves, emphasizing her bosom and her hips as she leaned in.  It had been torn nearly to shreds in the battles, and one of her large breasts hung free, her large pink nipple poking out of the white fur that covered her chest.  Brit normally would have been embarrassed, but being one of the last three living beings in all of everything had a way of making modesty seem pointless.


“Not a clue.  I only understood about half of what Gina did here.  Then again, being half-Gina, that probably explains it,” Brianna sighed, rubbing her face.  She too, was not human, at least not entirely.  She was a clone-hybrid of both Gina and Brittany; possessing human and werecheetah features at the same time.  Her tanned skin glistened with sweat as she rubbed the cheetah stripe that ran down her left eye.  Her ears were triangular in shape, resembling that of a cat’s.  She was taller than Gina, but shorter than Britanny, possessing a build between her two sisters.  She wore a skintight bodysuit too, but Brianna’s possessed harnesses and markings where armor and weaponry had once been attached.  They were gone now, cannibalized to repair the two ancient artifacts.  


“Now, I activate both artifacts at the same time.  I need to direct their energies with my thoughts, and it should start working at the sub-quantum level to begin to stabilize and reintegrate the time-space continuum.  Then it’s just a matter of initializing cause and effect, integrating us into the new system, and starting it,” Gina explained, sighing tiredly.

“...Um…” Britanny said, clearly not getting it.

“She activates them, thinks REALLY hard, and we go home,” Brianna translated, crossing her arms over her chest.


“Exactly.  In fact, we’ll be integrated back into reality so completely, that we probably won’t even realize anything happened.  Complete cosmic reset button,” Gina said, nodding, “...Actually, quite literally.”


“So, we won’t remember anything?” Brit asked, frowning.


“Do you WANT to remember any of this?” Gina asked earnestly, meeting her sister’s eyes solemnly.


“...No…” shuddered Brit, clearly reliving the deeply traumatic events of her recent past.  She looked away, her shoulders shaking for a moment.  Brianna and Gina did her the favor of pretending they did not notice.  Their own grief was as large and deep as hers.  They had lost everyone and everything they had ever known.


“Didn’t think so.  As I said, when both of the Infinities trigger, reality will be restored as if none of this ever happened.  I will correct the flaws in reality that led to this, so we won’t have to do this ever again.  We’ll wake up in our beds, with our family, safe and happy,” Gina explained.


“Well, you’d better hurry up and get started, I don’t think we have much time left…” Brianna said, pointing to the encroaching nothingness that steadily eroded the last hunk of reality.  Indeed, it had gotten almost ten feet closer in the time they had talked.  


“All right.  Just let me concentrate.  This is going to require everything I have to get it right,” Gina said solemnly, kneeling down next to the two massive spheres.  She pressed her palms against both, closed her eyes, and began to imagine the world as it was before… this.   The Infinities did not need her to individually reconstruct every person, every historical event, every law of physics.  Instead, as long as she maintained a perfectly clear picture of what she wanted, they would extrapolate from there and use their databases to do the work for her. 


She focused on her house in Atlanta, Georgia.  Her lab built deep under the house, under the streets of her little suburb.  She pictured the smiling faces of her family; her mother, her father, her little niece Tiffany, and her even younger niece Roquette.  She had to force down a wellspring of grief and horror at their fates, knowing that emotion would interfere with the process.  Besides, when the universe was rebuilt, they would be alive, well, and happy.


It was then that she realized that Brianna and Britanny were holding a lively discussion behind her, probably to distract themselves from their emotions and lack of ability to help their situation.


“Gahhh, this bodysuit is riding up my rear end.  I don’t care that it’s made out of unstable molecules that repel dirt; when the skin under them hasn’t seen a bath in a week, it’s just as bad.  How do YOU do it, with all that fur?” Brianna complained, tugging the polymer suit out of her groin, where it had formed a quite visible cameltoe.


“Shift forms occasionally so that I have a bit more room to adjust things… and otherwise just try not to complain,” Britanny replied, “But I’m not going to lie, my breasts are chafing something awful.  Even with a healing factor, I’ve been stuck in this thing for days without a break.”


“Changing the subject from our current misery, when Gina fixes everything, what are you gonna do when we get back?” Brianna asked, looking up at her older sister.


“When I get home, the first thing I’m doing is hugging Tiffany… then dragging Stryyp upstairs and giving him the biggest blowjob of all time,” Brit sighed wistfully, “I haven’t tasted his cream in weeks now…”

“...I’m gonna ride Zan until he can’t move,” Brianna agreed, nodding thoughtfully, “When I’m done with him, he’ll need to ice down his poor, juicy, throbbing…”

“LADIES!” Gina interjected, an enormous sweatdrop rolling down the side of her face, “...Controlling Negative and Positive Infinity and rebuilding not just OUR universe, but Jade, the Beta Phase, Quasi-Space, and restoring all of its peoples and history and the entirety of EVERYTHING requires a clear mind and complete concentration.  Talking about sex is NOT helping me here!  Talking about ANYTHING is not helping.”

“...Oops, sorry,” Brittany said, blushing as she glanced at Brianna.

“...We’ll shut up now,” Brianna agreed.


“Thank you!” Gina grumbled, not without a hint of pique.  Pressing her palms once more to the massive artifacts, she concentrated on her goal.  All the people she loved, all the worlds she had explored, restoring all of their histories and their potential.  The Infinities contained the complete database of everything that had happened and everything that could happen in the whole of reality.  All it needed was a guiding will to restore it.  She just needed to concentrate…

Concentrate on her home…  Concentrate on her family…  Concentrate on Brit giving Stryyp a blowjob…  The thought of the Kryn’s tight rear and his enormous, pulsing...

She blinked and stopped as that thought popped into her head, unbidden.  She shook her head.  She had to do better.  She only had a literal minute left before what was left of this small shard of reality would collapse.  She narrowed her eyes and concentrated harder.


Start with her home and work outward…  start with her bedroom…  start with her dresser, where a drawer full of sex toys from other spaces, times, and dimensions waited for her, and she had not had an orgasm in almost two months due to the crisis (or longer or shorter?  Again, with reality breaking down, time was more a suggestion than a law) and….


“Gina, what’s the deal?  Shouldn’t we be poofed back already?” Brianna asked nervously, backing away from the crumbling edge step by step.


“I’m… trying…” Gina grunted, “But I’m having trouble focusing because SOMEONE got my libido going.”

“REALLY?!  THAT’S what’s holding you up!  Get those nerd-hormones under control and GET US HOME!!!” Brit snarled angrily, baring her fangs.

The ironic process theory: the harder one tries NOT to think of something, the more inevitable that the person will think about it. It was the exact same phenomenon in telling someone not to think of a polar bear.  In trying to suppress erotic and sexual thoughts, Gina realized she was just making them more prevalent, more prominent.  


Gina felt panic well up in her chest.  If she had time, she could have cleared her head and tried again. If she were like any of the magic users or martial artists she knew, she could have done exercises to focus her thoughts.  


She was neither a magic user nor a martial artist, and she did not have enough time to clear her head.  Already, Brit and Brianna were backing away as the ground they stood on began to crumble away. The chunk of debris that they were perched on was quickly eroding to nothing.


“Gina!” they both yelled nervously.  The whole remnant of what used to be the whole of time and space was now only a twenty-foot radius split of rock. There was barely room to stand with the two Infinity models.


She had no time left.  Whether or not her concentration was one-hundred percent, or whether or not mental images of phalluses, breasts, and vulvas were dancing about her head; she had to act now.  Gina slammed her palms against the artifacts and activated them.


A blinding light that was both searingly white, and yet contained every color imaginable erupted outward, and Gina knew no more.




*****


Brit could not shake the feeling that something was… off.  It wasn’t anything specific that she could name.  It wasn’t anything she could have even articulated properly.  But the fact remained that the world seemed strange to her, as if everything had been tilted slightly.


The feeling had started as she had woken up that morning, and stripped the sheets off the bed; tossing the semen-soaked fabric into the hamper like she did every day.  After that, Brit had joined her husband in the shower, getting more dirty before helping each other get clean.  Then, while Stryyp went to make breakfast for the household, Brittany woke up her daughter for school.  She had cleaned the cum out of her fur with a wet rag while Tiffany showered, before joining Stryyp for breakfast.  A tuna omelette, her favorite.  Gina and Brianna joined them shortly, Gina seeming a little more distracted than usual, and Brianna looking quite disheveled, her bathrobe open.


After seeing Tiff to the flying school bus, where she joined Charlotte and Pojo, her best friends; Brit had stopped to chat with Pojo’s mother, Jetta.  She had returned home to clean the semen from that encounter out of her fur again, and prepared for the day.


The werecheetah stood in the elevator down to Gina’s lab, adjusting her clothes.  She wore a form-fitting spandex shirt, with a large cut out in the front to allow her large, furry breasts freedom.  Her jeans hugged her strong, wide hips, her long tail swishing behind her.  The denim pants had no crotch, allowing Brit’s penis to hang low between her legs, dangling halfway down her long thighs, flaccid.  Below her shaft, Cheetah’s fuzzy vulva was visible, glistening perpetually with moisture.


Brit frowned.  Her clothes felt wrong.  EVERYTHING felt wrong.  But everything was completely normal, the way it always had been.


The elevator beeped and the doors slid open to Gina’s lab complex.  Brit stepped out, yawning lazily as she walked across the lab floor, careful not to trip over Peebochu as it rushed past her, squeaking cutely.  She could hear Gina’s voice muttering aloud.  This was something that felt normal, at least; hearing her older sister talking to herself as she was absorbed in a project. 


She found Gina as expected, hunched over a keyboard as dozens of holographic windows floated around her.  The blonde human grunted, flicking a few around to better organize the.  She wore a brown vest over a blue shirt, a window cut out to let her breasts breathe.  Her brown short-shorts barely covered her rear end, even as Gina’s penis sat in her lap through the opening in front.  It was pulsing eagerly, glistening wetly in the fluorescent lights as thick, white fluid oozed from the head.


Brit was unsurprised to see a large pump-bottle of lotion, a large jelly-rubber masturbation sleeve and a condom filled to the size of an average party balloon with rich, milky fluid, all sitting beside the chair.  That was normal for Gina (was it?) first thing in the morning.  She claimed she always needed a quick orgasm before work to get the synapses fired up.


What did surprise Brit was the presence of an enormous figure standing next to Gina.  She was incredibly tall, taller than Brittany's seven feet almost by another head.  She was built like an extremely curvy tank; her body was almost all muscle, but despite this, she had a voluptuous build.  Her skin was pine green, and a mane of blue hair fell down to her rump.  Her face was striking and exotic, almost reptilian but absolutely beautiful.  She had slitted green eyes, peering out of a glowing yellow sclera.  Her nose was little more than slits.  Long green ears peeked out from the sides.  She had no arms; they ended at her bicep.  Instead, she had large glowing constructs of energy shaped like massive paws.  She wore loose-fitting pale blue robes of sheer silk, cinched loosely at her waist with a sash.  The fabric was tailored to allow her massive breasts freedom, each as large as Britanny’s head.  An absolutely mammoth log of thick green flesh swayed between her knees.


“Crescens?” Brittany asked, her eyes wide.


“Brittany, you’re looking lovely this morning.  Did Tiffany get off to school okay?” she asked with a smile.


“Uh, yeah!  All good!” Brit replied, after a moment.  She frowned in momentary confusion.  Why was Crescens’ presence so surprising?  She had died a couple of years ago sacrificing herself to save Brittany's life and help her return home from Quasi-Space.  But Gina had come up with a plan to retrieve her remains, and using the remnants of her soul and magic bonded to Brittany, fed into the Dynasty Soul Forge in Gina’s Fortress Kia; they restored her to life.  Ever since, Crescens had lived with Brittany's family, acting as a bodyguard for Brittany in times of extreme danger and a caretaker for Tiffany.  Why had she forgotten that for the briefest moment?


“Good.  I told her that I expect at least an A on her Quantum Mechanics quiz,” Crescens said, smirking, “If she doesn’t, no pizza tonight.”

She walked over and pulled Britanny into an affectionate hug, before kissing her deeply.  Brit purred happily, her tongue playing over the Gaoblin’s.  Stryyp was Brit’s first love, but after several years in Quasi-Space together, Brit had grown to love Crescens equally.  Stryyp had been surprised, but also amazingly open to sharing his wife with someone who so clearly adored her, particularly after he discovered what the centuries-old priestess could do in bed.


“Jeez, Cres, you’re way more strict than I am,” Brittany chuckled as they parted from the kiss.


“She’s as much my daughter as yours and Stryyp’s.  I have high expectations,” she said proudly.


“Hrrmph!” Gina grunted loudly, sitting back and crossing her arms over her breasts, her pink nipples hidden under her forearms, “Nothing!  Absolutely NOTHING!”

“Uhh…  Gina?  You okay, there?” Brit asked, raising an eyebrow at her sister’s agitation. 


“Huh? Oh, Brit.  You’re here,” Gina said, noticing her for the first time, “Sorry.  Something weird’s been going on… or not.”


“Or… not?  Cres, is she making any sense?” Brit asked, glancing over at the Gaoblin.


“Not particularly…  Gina, what is the matter?” Crescens asked, leaning in over her shoulder to look at the holowindows.


“Sorry…. I’ve just been feeling… off all morning.  So much so that I’ve spent the last three hours running every scan I can on both myself and the fabric of time and space,” Gina grumbled, pulling off her spectacles to pinch the bridge of her nose.  She sighed and closed her weary eyes for a moment.


“And what did you find?” Crescens asked, her unique accent giving her voice a musical quality.


“Nothing, like I said.  Brain scans are normal, and there’s no sign of tampering or alteration to reality.  I sextuple-checked my results, just in case.  Nothing out of the ordinary, except I feel… kind of off,” Gina sighed, leaning back in her chair.  She squeezed her penis from base to tip, using a spare rag to clean away the dribble of pre.  Neither Cheetah nor Crescens seemed to find this at all worth notice.


“I kinda felt weird too all morning.  Maybe we shouldn’t have stayed up so late for that movie marathon…. or eaten any of Genn’s onion dip.  I think we might have accidentally gotten cum in it,” Cheetah said, rubbing her stomach ruefully, “It didn’t taste right.”


“Urgh, don’t remind me,” Gina grunted, shaking her head, “But yeah, you’re probably right.”


“Is there anything else you needed me for?” Brit asked, crossing her arms over her breasts as she glanced over at Crescens.

“No, not right now; but later, I’d like your help with this artifact I acquired recently.  I THINK it has some sort of magical aura, but…” Gina trailed, leaning back in her chair as she looked over at the werecat.

“...You’re about as magical as a brick and can’t tell for sure,” Britanny finished, rubbing the bridge of her nose, “...Fine, I’ll stand around and cast ‘Detect Magic’ and ‘Identify Enchantment’ for hours, but you owe me.”


“You two go on and do whatever it is you wanted to do.  I’ll call you when I need you,” Gina sighed, burying her face back into her datastreams.  Brit rolled her eyes at Crescens.  Gina was in one of her moods, where she was in hyperfocus and could not break free of her problem for anything.  The best thing to do was do what she said, leave her alone until she got hungry or horny, and finally broke free.

******


Crescens took Brit’s hand in hers, leading the werecheetah away.  The sensation of the Void Claws against her flesh was pleasant, tingling, tickly.  Brit knew from experience, however, that they could be far more deadly than her own physical claws.  She winced at the memory, rubbing her side at the shadow of a pain.  She shook her head, banishing the memory.


“Are you okay, Britanny?” Crescens asked, looking down at her with concern in her eyes.


“Uh, yeah, I’m fine.  Sorry, just sort of… unfocused today,” Britanny replied, shrugging as she walked beside Crescens.  She rested her head against the larger woman’s shoulder, sighing.  It was an immense comfort to be beside her, and filled Brit’s heart with warmth.


“Then you seem to be having the opposite problem that Gina had,” Crescens remarked, tapping the elevator call button.  The doors slid open, and she ducked slightly to enter, Britanny following after.  

“I dunno.  Like we said earlier, I’m just feeling… Off.  And I can’t put my finger on it,” Brit grunted, leaning back against the elevator wall, as Crescens tapped a button.  The doors slid shut, and the elevator began to move.


“Perhaps I can help you with that,” Crescens said, a hint of mischief entering her sonorous voice.  Before Brit could comment, she felt the woman’s void claw slide between her legs.  The energy construct massaged Brit's vulva, sending tingles of pleasure up Britanny’s spine.  She moaned involuntarily and arched her back as Crescens slid a massive finger up and down her slit.  The werecheetah groaned, her tail flicking back and forth as she felt her shaft start to throb, rising up.


“Nnng, Cres…” Brit gasped as Crescens leaned down to kiss her neck.


“Mmm, I’ve been waiting for you all morning,” murmured Crescens softly, smirking as she wrapped a hand around Brittany’s penis, stroking it slowly.  The mystical energy of her fingertips tingled and sparked every nerve ending in Brit’s shaft, stimulating it so strongly that Brit almost felt her knees buckle.  She bit her lip, shuddering in purest pleasure.

“C-Couldn’t wait until we g-get back into the house?” she panted, her tail swishing back and forth as she closed her eyes.


“Not a second longer.  You’re looking ravishing today,” Crescens said, smiling as she bent down and kissed Brittany.  Brit returned the kiss happily, her tongue playing over the Gaoblin’s.  She could not help herself; Crescens knew just how to get her motor running.  Dampness trickled down Brit’s inner thighs as her penis erected rapidly.  She felt a pulsing heat against her waist.  Looking down, she was not surprised to see the massive pine-green member rising up from Crescens hips.


Brit reached for it, and had just pressed her fingers to the deep-green glans, when the elevator door dinged open.  Both women looked up to see Genn standing there.  The Rakshasa blinked as she saw the sight before her, a smirk playing on her lips.


“Hi, Brit, Crescens,” she said politely, stepping onto the elevator.  From afar, it might have been possible to mistake Genn for human.  But up close, as she rubbed one of the horns that poked out of her long, violet hair, it was clear she was anything but.  She had brown skin, and strange maroon-colored eyes.  Genn wore a long dress, cut elegantly to leave her chest exposed, open in the front to leave her penis on display.  It swung between her legs as she turned and tapped a floor button on the panel, clearly trying not to notice as Brit let go of Crescens’ cock.  


The werecheetah and the Gaoblin blushed, not quite embarrassed to have been caught in such a position, but more for the awkwardness of waiting for Genn to get off at her floor to continue.  It was one thing to get it on in an elevator; it was another to do so with another person standing there beside them.  

Brit’s penis was rock hard now, the head bobbing up and down with her heartbeat.  Cheetah frowned, looking down at her erection as if it was the first time she had ever seen it.  It stood proudly from her hips, sixteen inches long and as wide as her own wrist.  The fat helmet was hidden under a thick foreskin, the last inch or two of her shaft near the base peeking out of an animal-like sheath.  She poked it, feeling her pelvic muscles tense in response, the entire length bobbing up and down like a fisher’s pole being jerked.  It was so big, so stiff, and its dense weight between her legs felt odd. She could feel her blood surging into it, her arousal high.


Brit frowned and shook her head, trying to shake the cobwebs loose.  Why was she thinking these things? She’d been born with a penis, just like every other man and woman in every realm in the multiverse.  But she felt like it was something she had never seen before.  

“You okay, Britanny?” Genn asked lightly, jolting her out of her reverie.


“Ack!  Uh, yeah!  Sorry, Genn, I’ve been out of it all morning.  Things have just been… weird,” Brit explained, shrugging weakly.


“Seems to be something going around. Brianna was complaining about something similar,” Genn replied, “Our morning ‘exercise’ was awkward because she was zoning out constantly. I had to do all the work."


"Ooh.  So breakfast was not great?" asked Britanny. Genn, being a Rakshasa, consumed excess life energy from others to survive.  The problem was that the process was extremely ticklish, and if the person moved while Genn was feeding, they would draw away some of her energy instead.  Thus, the best time for Genn to feed was in the aftermath of a large orgasm, when her partner was too exhausted to move (or sleeping, or unconscious after a battle).  Brianna had volunteered for "breakfast duty" since the day she and Genn had become friends; even after Genn was married to someone else.


"I expended so much energy that I'm still starving," Genn complained, holding her stomach as it rumbled loudly. Britanny winced in sympathy.  


"Hopefully Seance is up for a morning round before his studies?" asked Crescens, "If not, I would be happy to offer."


"That's very kind of you," Genn said with a smile, licking her lips hungrily as she looked Crescens up and down.  Brit could imagine that the Gaoblin would be a ten-course meal worth of aura energy for Genn considering her size and magical power.


"But I think I'll try Seance first.  I don't want to impose," Genn added, clearly thinking of her husband, "Particularly since you were... uh… busy."


Genn glanced at Crescens' growing erection, almost at full mast.  The intimidating green log of flesh was throbbing visibly, and Genn pressed her inner thighs together involuntarily.  Crescens merely smiled and brushed a lock of blue hair back.


"The offer stands for later," Crescens said politely, "I don't wish for you to go hungry."


With anyone else, herself included,  Britanny might have thought of the offer as having an ulterior motive for the sexual pleasure that would accompany the "feeding."  With Crescens, it was clear that she honestly was concerned with Genn's hunger first and foremost.  The Gaoblin liked to care for others' needs before her own.


"If Seance isn't available, I'll take you up on brunch," Genn said, smiling.  The elevator beeped pleasantly as the door hissed open.  Genn waved cheerfully as she walked out and the door shut once more.


Brit and Crescens barely waited for the door to close and the elevator to move, before they were pressing against one another once more.  Brit reached down to grip Crescens' glans, gasping at how hot and soft, yet strangely firm the spongy helmet felt underneath its foreskin.   It was larger than both of her fists together, visibly swelling and contracting with the Gaoblin Priestess's heartbeat.  It was a darker color than the rest of her penis, hidden under its hood.


Brit's cheeks flushed crimson as she explored more of Crescens' erection.  The skin was silky smooth, and there were few visible veins, like most girl-cocks.  Brit frowned,  the phrase "girl-cock" ringing in her head strangely, as if there was something that did not make sense about it, but then Crescens' shaft twitched and the moment passed.  Brit continued to slide her fingertips along the length, admiring the emerald skin and its perfect shape.  She knew that it was 20 inches long, massive even by her standards.  Crescens gave a soft moan as her fingers massaged it gently, exploring down to the base, where it melded seamlessly with the skin above her vulva.  


“That feels nice…” Crescens sighed, flexing her pelvic muscles to make her cock jump, threatening to pull free of the werecheetah’s grip.  


“It does,” agreed Britanny.  She smiled up at the Gaoblin, admiring her face.  There are some who would have called her sharp features fearsome, but after spending years of time under Crescens’ protection, she saw the fierce beauty there.  Brit had never thought she would have been able to love anyone other than her husband Stryyp, but Crescens had won her heart.


Britanny began to stroke Crescens’ shaft, marvelling at the way her foreskin glided smoothly back and forth.  She pulled it all the way back, as far as it could go to expose the enormous head.  Crescens bit her lip, leaning back against the elevator as her cock pulsed in Brit’s hands, and she let out a long, soft moan.


*****


Brit had been just about to bend over and take a lick, her rough feline tongue already sticking out of her mouth, when the elevator beeped again and the doors slid open.  The werecheetah straightened as she saw the hallway of her home beyond the door.


“Briiiit!” called the voice of Brianna, and Brit groaned inwardly in frustration.  She wanted nothing more than to take Crescens and taste that monster of a cock; but now there was another interruption.


“...Yes, Bri?” called Britanny, suppressing a sigh as she walked towards her sister’s voice, coming from the kitchen nearby.


Brit was less than surprised to see her younger sister’s bare rump wiggling back and forth, her tanned skin on full display as her upper half was hidden behind it, rummaging through the refrigerator.  Brit’s tail flicked back and forth slowly as she watched her sister move about items inside, waving her naked rear back and forth, a glimpse of her sister’s vulva below.  Brit felt her cock throb, and resisted the desire to rub her member back and forth between Brianna’s cheeks.  Instead, she crossed her arms over her breasts and leaned back against the wall, trying to ignore her pulsing arousal.


“Where’s the tuna noodle casserole from last night? I KNOW we had one portion left, and I want a snack!” Brianna complained.


“I hid it, because I called dibs last night after dinner,” Brit sighed, “and because I knew you were going to try to steal it.”


Brianna straightened up so suddenly that she accidentally bonked her head on the shelf of the fridge above her.  She yelped in pain, before withdrawing her blonde head from the fridge and turning around to glare at the werecheetah.  


Britanny had to admit, Brianna was a striking figure.  Taller than most women due to her half-werecheetah heritage, she was still shorter than Britanny by several inches.  She had long blonde hair worn down to her shoulder blades, with the front styled into two incredibly long bangs that framed her face.  If Britanny looked closely, she thought she could see a hint of cheetah-spots in her hair.  She had tanned peach skin, somewhere between Brit’s light brown skin in her human form, and Gina’s pale pink.  She wore absolutely nothing, and showed not a hint of shame for her nudity.  Her breasts were large, with big pink nipples, though not quite as large as Brit’s.  A small and perfectly trimmed triangle of yellow pubic hair crowned her penis. Of note, was the second penis, hanging half-erect right over her vulva.  


Brianna was fifty percent Britanny and fifty percent Gina.  Their DNA had merged in the accident that had created the half-werecat hybrid.  As such, it had not been surprising to either Gina nor Britanny that she had inherited both of their lengths, merged the way the rest of her was.  Like the rest of her, Brianna’s penises were both larger than Gina’s, but shorter than Britanny’s.  Fourteen inches long when fully erect, Brianna was inordinately proud of her members.  


“Why are you naked?” Brit asked, not sure she wanted to hear the explanation from her sister.  Brianna looked down at her bare skin, then back up at Brit. 


“...For your information, I was working on a new type of Peebo and…” she began.


“...It blew up in your face,” Britanny finished for her, rolling her large green eyes.  Brianna’s cheeks turned bright red.


“...Maybe.  And after regenerate-healing and taking a shower, I was starving, and I didn’t bother putting on clothes,” Brianna said, crossing her arms, “...and then you stole my early lunch.  Ya jerk.”


“...Oh, for the love o’...” Britanny sighed heavily, “I hid a can of tuna in the bag of Crunchi-os on the third shelf of the cabinet on the left.  You can have it.”


“Ooh! I take back all the horrible things I said about you,” Brianna chirped cheerfully, turning to look for the can.  Again, Britanny had to restrain a nearly unbearable urge to drive herself into her sister’s clearly visible muff.  Open sexuality was the norm, but Brianna always found a way to take it to another level.  

“Wait, WHAT horrible things?” Britanny asked, her eyes narrowing.  She suddenly felt a tingling pressure on her shoulder, and turned to see Crescens standing behind her.  The Gaoblin’s expression was somewhere between amusement and exasperation.


“...Britanny, did you forget about something and someone?” she asked, her Void Claw resting on Brit’s shoulder, pinching in just hard enough to twinge and make her annoyance at being ignored clear.  The werecheetah glanced down.  Crescens’ penis was still rock hard, and a large droplet of clear fluid the size of a large marble had formed on the tip, not yet dribbling down.


“Oh… Right,” Britanny agreed, throwing a glance back at Brianna.  Her sister was happily munching away at the tuna, elbows leaning against the counter as her shafts pulsed and swelled.  She was playing with the foreskin up her upper penis with her free hand, the other just starting to dribble clear liquid.  Brit watched as a sticky drop of precum ran down the underside of her penis and dripped onto the tile floor. 


Britanny sighed.  Sometimes she almost envied her clone-sister’s ability to find absolutely no shame in pleasuring herself in a public space.  Britanny may have restrained herself from playing with Crescens while in the elevator; Brianna would have felt no embarrassment and no guilt about continuing, no matter how awkward it was.


“Brianna, if you make a mess, clean it up before Stryyp gets home, or I’ll do something that your regeneration can’t heal so quickly,” Brit threatened, annoyed, “And I’m not talking about cleaning the silverware.”

“Okay, mooooom,” Brianna replied sarcastically, waving a hand at her, “Now go, before Cres picks you up and heaves you over her shoulder… again!”


Crescens gave Britanny a fanged grin, and pretended to crack her nonexistent knuckles.  Brit had to stifle a snicker of laughter and nodded in agreement.


She let Crescens lead her out of the kitchen and down the hall.  With every step they took, she could feel the Gaoblin’s cock swinging pendulously, slapping against her left thigh, leaving a damp spot in Brit’s jeans.  Brit’s own erection was throbbing eagerly, wanting attention after Brit’s distraction.  Brianna’s casual and open sexuality had riled her up.


Brit and Crescens climbed the stairs up to the second floor, walking around the hall.  It was a struggle on Brit’s part to resist stroking Crescens as they walked, but she knew the Priestess would disapprove.  Crescens may have been okay with some fondling in an elevator, but Brit knew that she liked keeping the house clean.  She would not have liked leaving puddles in the hall.


Still, it did not stop Brit from grabbing the larger woman, pushing her against the wall and kissing her deeply when the urge filled her.  Crescens’ eyes went wide for a moment, before she returned the kiss happily; her tongue played over Brit’s, duelling back and forth. Brit pressed her body against Crescens’, feeling their firm, pulsing erections rub against each other. Crescens’ pre leaked down, coating Brit’s shaft in sticky wetness.


“Britanny, is that you?” a male voice called from a nearby room.  Britanny groaned in frustration, forcing herself to break the kiss and pull away from her lover.


“Yes, Dad,” Brit called, trying to suppress a sigh, “And Cres too.”


“Can you come here, hon?” the voice called.  Brit grit her teeth, feeling her erection twitch violently, spouting a gush of precum onto her blouse and the bottom of her breasts.  Crescens raised an eyebrow quizzically, waiting to see how the werecheetah would respond.

“...Yes, Dad.  Be right there…” Brit said, quelling her frustration.  She sighed again, giving Crescens an apologetic look, before she turned and walked towards her father’s study.  


*****


Theodore Diggers’ study was a vast library whose dimensions transcended the actual size of the room.  Thousands of books lined shelves twenty feet tall.  Some of the tomes floated from shelf to shelf, reorganizing themselves.  Globes levitated in the center of the room, each depicting one of the realms: Earth, Jade, and a few others Britanny recognized from her travels or studies.  Brit saw her father where she expected to find him, sitting behind his desk and scribbling notes on a scroll.


Dr. Theodore Diggers was a distinguished gentleman in his late fifties to early sixties.  His grey hair was cut short and swept back from his forehead.  His facial hair was trimmed into an immaculate mustache and beard.  In his youth, Dr. Diggers had been a striking figure.  Age had only served to enhance his appearance.  The archmage wore a body-tight black mage-suit, his standard attire.  It left absolutely nothing to the imagination; indeed, it was formed to his body so perfectly that Brit could clearly see the outline of his penis and testicles, even able to make out where his foreskin covered his head.  Brit could not understand her father’s fashion sense, why he did not just let himself hang free like everyone else.  She supposed it was just one of the eccentricities one picked up, being one of the most skilled and powerful mages in all the realms.


He looked up, the crow’s feet at the sides of his steel grey eyes crinkling into a smile as he saw his adopted daughter.  Dr. Diggers had rescued Britanny as an infant, the last survivor of the slaughter of the werecheetah tribe.  He had cared for her as if she were his own, and Brit adored him for it.


“Ah, there you are.  And hello, Crescens,” he greeted the two ladies as they entered.  Crescens inclined her head politely, smiling.


“What do you need, Dad?” Brit asked, trying to keep the pique out of her voice.  Her father did not know what he had been interrupting, and she knew better than to take her frustration out on him.  Her cock continued to throb insistently, a trickle of her feminine juices matting down the fur of her thighs, reminding her constantly of her need.


“I was just working on writing a letter to the Mage’s Council.  Your sister has been ruffling feathers again,” Theodore sighed, letting go of his quill.  It continued to scratch out letters onto the paper, even as he stood up and walked around the desk.  Theodore was one of the most powerful magicians in any realm, a master of Aura Magic and a member of the Mage’s Council.  He was also one of the pioneers in helping to develop “Eromancy,” sex-magic.  He had taught Britanny quite a bit of what he knew.


“Which one?” Britanny asked, placing her hand on her hip.  Both Gina and Brianna had run afoul of the Mage’s Council on several occasions; Gina for her research leading to “forbidden topics” that drew the Council’s ire, and Brianna for her work as the realm of Jade’s most powerful Druids... which tended to be quite volatile, given her younger sister’s temperament. 


“Brianna this time.  Her insistence on arming the local fauna with fusion projectile cannons is…” Theodore sighed and trailed off, pinching the bridge of his nose.  Britanny sighed.  Her sister was a gun-nut, and loved explosions and weapons of all kinds.


“...Yeah, so why are you talking to me and not her?” Britanny asked cautiously, but not rudely.  Theodore tapped a finger on the desk, glancing at her, then over at Crescens, who was listening to the conversation.


“The Council was hoping you might reconsider--” he began.  Brit held up a hand to stop her father in mid-sentence.


“Nope! Uh-uh! I spent years trapped in Quasi-Space to get my skills; and it was Crescens and Grampa Jon’s magical diary who taught me everything I know,” Brit exclaimed, “And I DIDN’T learn it all to sit around with a dozen old farts about obscure mystical mumbo-jumbo.”


“But, Britanny--” Theo began again.  Brit made a cutting motion with her hands and shook her head violently.


“Nope, nope, nope!  I have a daughter, and adventuring with my sister, and SHOPPING to do.  I don’t have time for that,” Brit said firmly.  Theodore sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose again.  Britanny shook her head again, making it clear she was not willing to budge on this issue. It was a conversation they had been through more than once.


“And you, Crescens?” he asked hopefully.  Crescens was a mighty magic-user in her own right, and her Gaoblin magic was a unique and lost magical art.  Brit knew that the Mage’s Council would salivate over the chance to study her spellcraft, as much as her body.


“I apologize, Dr. Diggers,” Crescens said politely, her musical accent lighting up the room, “But I am not interested.  I would much prefer to spend my time here.”   


“I did not think so, but I had to ask,” Theodore sighed heavily.  He leaned back against his desk and seemed to take in his daughter’s and Crescens’ arousal for the first time.  His mouth formed a little ‘o’ of surprise, as he apparently had a sudden realization.


“Oh, my daughter. I apologize, I must have interrupted you and your paramour,” he said contritely, “I did not mean to take you away from…”


“No, no, it is fine, Dr. Diggers,” Crescens answered, before Britanny could respond, “You needed our answers.”


“...Yeah, sure,” Brit agreed, gruffly.


“If you wish, I have a number of spells to enhance your pleasure,” Theodore said, smiling as he held up his hands, mystical circles of light surrounding them.


“Daaaaad!” Brit whined, sounding not like the strong confident woman she was, but instead like an embarrassed teenager, “I’m not a kid anymore and I don’t need ‘enhancement’ to please my partners!”


“What’s this?” Crescens asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.  Brit’s face turned bright red, not with arousal, but humiliation.


“...When I was younger, Dad always cast sexual ‘buffs’ on me so that I’d impress my childhood friends at sleepovers, or my boyfriends when I was younger…” Brit complained, crossing her arms, “And wound off scaring off more than one because of how hard or big I’d get, or how much I gushed.”


“...I admit, I may have been a little overzealous and overprotective,” Theodore said, scratching his beard, “Casting ‘Tri-Virility’ on a ten-year-old is one thing, but casting it on a ten-year-old lycanthrope was a bit… overboard.”


“It took me a week to finish scrubbin’ my walls clean,” Brit growled, her tailtip flicking back and forth in irritation, “And that was the last time I ever hung out with Lucy Stevens.”

Crescens glanced down, noting Britanny’s body language and glanced over the werecheetah's shoulder to Theodore with a meaningful look.  The archmage caught her glance, and gave a nearly imperceptible nod.  He held his hands up in a placating gesture to his daughter.


“It was merely an idle offer to make your time with Crescens a little more special, dear.  I apologize,” he said, gently, “And I won’t take up any more of your time now.  Thank you.”

“...You’re welcome,” Brit said curtly, caught off-balance by her father’s apology.  She hesitated a moment, apparently deciding if she wanted to say anything more, before she turned and walked out the door.  Crescens smiled and gave a little wink to Dr. Diggers, before waving politely and following Britanny out.




*****


Leaving her father's study, Britanny took a long, deep breath to calm her temper.  She loved her dad more than life itself, and normally he was quite considerate of her desires and feelings, but the topic of the Mage’s Council irritated her immensely.  It was a recurring one, ever since Britanny had been rescued from Quasi-Space and returned to her family.   


"Britanny?" Crescens whispered softly, jolting Brit out of her thoughts.


"Ah, sorry.  He picks the worst time to bring up annoying stuff," Brit sighed, turning to walk down the hall, “And NOTHING is more annoying than the politics of the Mage Council of Jade.”


"I understand, believe me.  There was plenty of politics on Oblivion, among my people.  Even as their spiritual leader, I had to tread lightly quite often," she said, "Far too often for me to desire more politics any time soon. But for now, why don't we put it out of mind?"


"Good idea," agreed Brit, patting Crescens on her upper arm, where it was flesh and blood rather than a starry field of glimmering black energy.  She eyed the Gaoblin’s pulsing length, and her hand strayed down to reach out to caress the green flesh.  Crescens surprised Britanny by swatting her hand away gently.


“Mm-mm…” Crescens purred, “Not until we’re out of the hall.”


“...I knew you’d say that,” Britanny sighed, rubbing her hand as she stared longingly at Crescens’ erection.  A steady dribble of clear fluid was now running down the underside of her member.  


“I have not yet mastered basic household spellcraft yet.  And I would rather not stain your carpets with my seed,” Crescens said, enunciating each word carefully.  Brit loved her voice.  English was something like her two-hundred thirty-fifth language and while she still had a moderate Gaoblin accent, she spoke it fluently.


“Oh, they’re due to be replaced soon anyway,” Brit waved off the excuse playfully, “And no one would complain.  You wouldn’t be anywhere NEAR the first, nor anywhere near the last.”


“I am a guest in your house, and it would be entirely inappropriate to make a mess unless I was capable of cleaning it completely,” Crescens said primly, missing or ignoring Britanny’s humor.  Brit’s expression sobered and she gently placed a hand on Crescens’ shoulder again.


“You are NOT a guest, Cres.  You’ve lived with us for over a year since we brought you back, and you practically were a second mother to Tiffany for five years,” Britanny said sternly, “And still are, really.” 


It was Crescens’ turn to blush, her green cheeks tinging pink as she coughed a little and turned her head.  Britanny smirked and added, “So paint the walls with spunk for all I care.  It’s your house too.”


This got Crescens to laugh, a ringing bell-like sound that made the werecheetah’s heart leap in her chest again.  Crescens smiled and nodded, taking a deep breath that sent her large breasts jiggling tantalizingly.  


Before Britanny could open her mouth to say something more, another voice called.


“Britanny, dear?  Could you come in for a moment?”


“...Are you kidding me?!” growled Britanny, frustration getting the better of her.  She sighed and turned to face a door down the hall.


“Coming, mom…” she called, resignedly.


*****


Britanny was resisting the urge to grind her teeth as she entered her mother’s personal meditation/practice room.  It took everything in her power to compartmentalize her irritation and address her mother politely.  Given her mother’s personality, being snappish was a truly bad idea.  Britanny’s palms and knuckles still ached from being forced to build a giant pyramid in her parents’ backyard with nothing but martial arts moves, before Tiffany was born.


The room was brown wood-paneled walls, lined with weapons racks, dozens of them, loaded with both mundane and exotic types of blades and clubs.  The floor was bamboo tatami mats, slightly springy as Brit walked across. 


Britanny’s mother, Julia Diggers, sat crosslegged in the center of the room.  Upon seeing her daughter enter, she climbed to her feet, smiling affectionately.  


Julia was a tall woman with brilliantly lustrous red hair that hung down to her back.  The current leader of the Barbarian Clan of Jade, and the current Armsmaster (the greatest warrior in the entire realm), as well as the current grandmaster of the Shun Leep martial arts style; Julia had a lithe and strong build.  Despite being in her late middle-age, Britanny knew from experience that Julia could and had slain many of Jade’s toughest monsters. While only slightly past her prime, she still retained her power and speed and her curves.  She wore the traditional Shun Leep martial arts gi, a loose-fitting cotton robe, cut low to expose her breasts, and cut very high at the bottom to leave her rear end and loins completely exposed.  Julia had strapped her penis to her thigh with a length of ribbon, over a foot long.  Britanny had heard that Julia’s master, Leep himself, had been quite the pervert, and the gi reflected that.


“Britanny, you’ve been neglecting your training again,” Julia said, approaching her daughter.  Brittany was taller than her by almost a foot, but she still felt tiny compared to her mother given the force of her glare.  


“W-Well, Mom, I mean…” Britanny stammered, “I’ve been kinda busy keeping Gina from… y’know…”


She drew her finger across her throat and shrugged, then glanced at the door.  Crescens was peeking around it curiously, but did not enter the room.  Brit had no doubt that her mother knew she was there.


“Yes, I am aware of your sisterly duties, Britanny, but that still leaves you with plenty of free time to continue to learn from me,” Julia chided, “You spent five years lost in Quasi-Space, and given your sporadic attendance to lessons ever since, I am willing to bet your skills have degraded significantly.”


“...I did spar with Crescens like… almost daily while we were stuck in Oblivion, y’know.  There wasn’t much to do other than beat each other up, train in magic, and hump like bunnies,” Britanny said defensively.


“Be that as it may, you still need to continue your lessons.  I have yet to even begin your lessons on many of the more advanced techniques, nor have we begun lessons in the Barbarian Marital Arts,” Julia said.


“...I think you mean Barbarian Martial Arts, Mom,” Brit said, placing a hand on her hip.


“I know what I said, sweetie,” Julia replied.  Brit stood there for a moment, trying to parse that comment.  Her eyes went wide after a minute as she came to a realization.


“Oh.  OH!  Ohhhh…” the werecheetah said, her cock pulsing.


“Yes, dear,” Julia said with a smirk, knowing she had her daughter’s attention now, “The Barbarian Clan may not be quite as skilled as the Amazon Breeders, but we know a thing or two.”


Julia suddenly grabbed Britanny’s hand with a movement so swift that she could barely see it.  Despite weighing almost 300 pounds of muscle, Julia flipped Brit onto her back with astonishing ease.  Brit saw stars as her skull hit the floor with a solid thunk.  


Through the daze, she heard Crescens gasp, not in worry, but outrage.  Brit’s heritage as a lycanthrope allowed her to heal from injuries at a prodigious rate: bruises and cuts in seconds, broken bones in minutes.  Brit’s physiology could easily shrug off a mild concussion in a second or two, even if she wasn’t supernaturally sturdy to begin with.  Brit’s pride was probably hurt worse than she was.


That said, it did knock Britanny senseless for a moment. In the few seconds it took her to recover, Britanny’s mother had leapt onto her.  There was a frantic flurry of movement, where Brit lost track of what Julia was doing.  She felt impacts on her shoulders, her knees, elbows, several points on her chest, forearms, legs.  There was a brief moment of mild pain, before pins and needles spread through her whole body.


“Gah! What the f--” Britanny began, but was cut off by Julia’s foot pressing down on her mouth, ending the curse before it could start.


“Shun Leep Incapacitation Technique: Thousand Lightning Palm,” Julia said lightly, removing her foot from the werecheetah’s mouth once she was certain Brit was not going to continue, “Disrupts nerves and aura pathways temporarily.  You probably can’t move a finger and definitely can't cast magic right now. That'd put down an ogre for a couple of days.  You'll probably be immobile for about ten minutes.”


“...Nnf…” Brit grunted as she tried to lift her arm and failed.  It was like her body was completely numbed and disconnected from her.  


“Which leaves you vulnerable for this little technique…” Julia purred, her voice getting husky.  Brit was barely able to crane her head as she felt her mother drop to her knees between her splayed legs, watching as she wrapped her delicate hands around Brit’s throbbing shaft.


“M-Mom, wait--” Brit protested, only to trail off in a long, low moan of pleasure.  Her fingers had gripped Britanny’s foreskin, pulling it back in a swift, smooth movement, even as she ground her palm against the fat, swollen head.  Brit shuddered from head to toe, her hips trembling as if they wanted to buck upward on their own.  However, she remained paralyzed, unable to move more than that.


“That was a mild application of a variation on an Amazon Breeding technique, Silken Touch,” Julia said lightly, smirking at her daughter, “And THIS is a Barbarian Marital technique called ‘Wind Engulfs Pillar.’”


Before Brit could speak, Julia had opened her mouth wide and taken the head of her daughter’s cock in between her lips.  Britanny let out a sound that sounded like a kitten’s mewling, gasping as inch after inch of her pulsing erection vanished into her mother’s throat.  In one, swift, smooth movement, she took Britanny to the hilt, her lips pressed into Britanny’s pubic fur.  The werecheetah moaned helplessly, her cock surging mightily.  Pressure boiled up her shaft, and the entire length flexed.  A gush of syrupy liquid burst from Brit’s cock, and Julia merely huffed quietly, swallowing it.  Even more impressive, not a single drop of it escaped her lips.


“M-Mommm!  Y-You gotta s-stop, p-please!  I-I’m really not--” Britanny panted, wishing she could move her arm to “tap out,” like she would in grappling practice.  Julia ignored her adopted daughter’s protests, smirking as she lazily reached down with a fingertip.  She began to tease Britanny’s clitoris, tickling the little nub torturously.


“Ahh!  Seriously, Mom… C-Cut it out, or… I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Britanny panted.  Julia lifted her head, letting Brit’s penis free of her mouth.  A strand of precum connected her lips to the head for a brief moment before it broke wetly.


“Oh, no.  You aren’t close yet.  But you will be in a moment, after I demonstrate the ‘Erupting Geyser’ milking technique…” Julia purred.  She pressed her fingers into the base of Britanny’s cock, squeezing gently as she stroked upward.  She rested her lips against the helmet, her tongue tickling the cumslit.  Every touch seemed to bring four times more pleasure than it should have.  By the time Julia was rolling Britanny’s foreskin upward, the poor werecheetah was trembling in ecstasy, precum fonting from her shaft in wet bursts.  

“That was one.  Two will be even more intense…” Julia murmured huskily, reaching down to grip the base of Brit’s penis a second time.  Britanny could not , but instead gave a weak, pleading whimper.  Her body was shaking, her hips tensing.  She knew she would not survive a second stroke like that. 


Julia’s hands began to move, her lips kissed Britanny’s tip.  Britanny could already envision her mother’s face splattered with werecheetah-cum, her mouth filled with thick cream.  It was inevitable at this rate.


“I am so sorry to interrupt, but…” said a woman’s deep voice.  A black, star-filled hand rested on Julia’s shoulder.


The Armsmaster of Jade reacted instinctively and violently, grabbing that hand.  She rolled and twisted, wrenching her arms to throw the offending person and dislocate her shoulder in the process.  That did not happen.  Instead, Julia rolled off Britanny and landed in a heap, as the hand moved with her effortlessly, before vanishing from her grip.


Julia blinked, looking up in bewilderment, at least looking slightly ashamed at her violent instinctive reaction, before she saw who she was facing.


Crescens looked somewhere between amused and annoyed as she manifested a new Void Claw to replace the one that she had just dispelled out of Julia’s grip.  Julia could sympathize; from what she knew of magic, a construct like that would not take much energy at all to maintain, but to reconstruct one from scratch would take a large portion.


“Mrs. Diggers, I am sorry to interrupt your lesson, but I believe your daughter’s protests are… because she was busy with me before you called her in,” Crescens said politely, holding out her Void Claws in a placating gesture.  

Julia paused and frowned… then blinked… then gasped in realization, looking back and forth between her prostrate, panting, moaning daughter and the Gaoblin priestess.


“Were…  Were the two of you…?” Julia began to ask, a large drop of sweat sliding down the side of her head.


“Yes, ma’am,” Crescens replied, glancing down at her own throbbing arousal, her cheeks flushing green-pink.


“Oh!  I am SO sorry!  I was just… I was just trying to entice Britanny to take her lessons more seriously by giving her a little…” Julia cleared her throat, climbing off of Brittany, “...A little demonstration of what she could learn if she applied herself.”


“I am sure of it, and I would be very excited to see the fruits of her training once she masters those techniques,” Crescens agreed earnestly, glancing at Britanny, who moaned weakly as her cock slung sloppy strands of precum all over her shirt and jeans, “...But… she is spoken for at the moment.”


“Of course, dear, of course!” Julia said, dropping to her knees beside Britanny.  Her hands flashed out, poking and prodding at various points at the werecat’s body.  Britanny groaned in relief as she felt the feeling flood back into her limbs and was able to push herself back into a sitting position.  Her cock leaped up to meet her, slapping against her shirt and further soaking her blouse.  Britanny bit her lip desperately, feeling her loins surge with pressure and desperation, right on the edge of an explosive release.


“Mom… n-next time… lemme EXPLAIN… first!!!” Britanny panted.  Even the act of speaking felt like it would force her over the edge of orgasm.  After all of that, the last thing she wanted was to wind up splattering herself and much of the dojo, after she tried so hard to hold back.


Crescens moved to help her up, but Brit waved her away. She was sure if Cres touched her, it would be too much.  Julia, for her part, merely stood to the side, looking incredibly embarrassed at her misunderstanding.


“B-Britanny, dear, I am so sorry.  You can go now.  But… we will talk about your training more seriously later,” Julia said, sighing as she ran a hand through her crimson hair.  Britanny did not reply but waved a hand vaguely in her direction with a weak whimper as she staggered drunkenly towards the door.  Crescens followed, glancing back over her shoulder, before heading out. 


*****


Britanny pressed a hand against the wall, panting for breath.  Her cock was still surging angrily, the pressure in her loins threatening to teeter over the edge of orgasm.  Her inner thighs were drenched, Even after reassuring Crescens that it was fine to climax in the hallway, Brit did not want to waste it on wallpaper.  It took a mighty effort, several Gaoblin meditation techniques that Crescens had taught her, and a minute or two of forcing herself to think about the time Spellvis had mind-controlled her into diving into a pile of bat guano, but she finally felt herself back away from the point of no return.


She sighed, wiping sweat from her forehead as she straightened up.  She noticed Crescens watching her, waiting patiently for Britanny to regain her self-control.


“Are you all right?” the Gaoblin asked, walking forward to rest her clawed energy hand against the small of Brit’s back.


“Fine, f-fine.  Still have pins and needles all over, no thanks to mom,” she grumbled, “She’s a great teacher, but man, she doesn’t even TRY to hold back…”


“If she trained you like that, I am surprised you are still alive to tell the tale,” Crescens remarked, smirking.


"Thanks for the rescue," Britanny said, sighing softly as she reached out and patted Crescens’ shoulder.  Crescens smiled.


“Rescuing you has been my job for quite a while,” Crescens said gently, refraining from touching Britanny back, lest she overwhelm the feline and trigger her orgasm.  Britanny felt another leap in her heart, a rush of warmth through her body unrelated to her arousal as she nodded affectionately at the other woman.


“Okay, enough messing around.  We are getting back to the bedroom NOW before ANYONE else can screw things up more!” Britanny growled.  She reached out and took Crescens’ Claw in hand.  Energy burst from the werecheetah, as a large shimmering construct of greenish-black power surrounded her arms.  These were Britanny’s own Void Claws, inherited from Crescens’ sacrifice years ago in Quasi-Space.


Crescens felt a mystical tethering, a tying together of essences.  Before she could ask what Britanny was doing, the werecheetah had crouched in a runner’s stance and kicked off.  Crescens yelped in surprise as she went from standing to 40 miles an hour instantly, dragged after Britanny by the ethereal tether.  Their Claws were tied together, and unlike Julia, Crescens could not slip free.  


The hallway blurred as Britanny zipped down it and through a door, only coming to a skidding stop once she was through it.


***** 
Brit slammed the door shut behind her and scrambled to lock it.  Cracks in the wall around the door attested to the force with which she had closed it, and the damage from previous frustrations. She gestured at the lock, muttering arcane words under her breath as a field of glowing energy covered the frame.  Crescens watched in mild amusement. 


"Phantasmal Wall will keep the door shut to anyone who wants to interrupt, and a modified Silence spell to soundproof the room, so we can be as loud as we want," Brit explained, wiggling her fingers in a complicated series of movements to complete her spellcraft.


“And some spackle will fix the wall afterward,” Crescens remarked, brushing her blue hair over her shoulder.  Her Void Claws lifted, plucking delicately at some of the ribbons that tied her robes around her body.  The silken fabric wafted to the floor, as Crescens stood in her full nudity before Britanny.  Every inch of green skin was on display, her yellow, slitted eyes narrowed in warmth and arousal.  


Brit suppressed a wince.  She felt like there was a waterfall between her legs, her feminine juices running down her thighs.  Her erection was painfully hard, throbbing visibly in approval at the sight before her.e


“I’ll fix it later before Stryyp gets home,” Britanny said, sweatdropping as she surveyed the damage to the wall, “...I’ve done worse to it.”


Britanny pulled off her spandex shirt, tossing it aside.  Her shorts followed a moment later.  There was something arousing about being completely naked in front of another person.   Yes, her breasts and loins were always on display, as modern clothing was designed to be revealing and to allow access to one's most sensitive parts; but there was something a little extra about not wearing a scrap of fabric.


Britanny climbed on top of Crescens, the bed creaking as she slid up the Gaoblin’s body.  Crescens moaned softly as Brit’s soft fur rubbed against her skin, tickling her shaft between their stomachs.  The werecheetah purred softly, leaning in to gently kiss Crescens’ breasts in turn, tickling her large green nipples with her rough tongue.  Crescens moaned softly, shuddering in pleasure as Brit’s tongue rasped again and again, teasing her nipples until they were as hard as her cock.


“For what was s’posed to be a quickie, this took us all morning,” Brit remarked, panting as she moved up, sliding her long, hard, pulsing shaft against Crescens’ much larger member.  The Gaoblin nodded in agreement.


“Hopefully Gina is willing to wait for you,” she said, reaching up to grip the werecheetah’s rear end firmly, Brit’s cheeks filling both of her Void Claws’ palms, “Because until I achieve climax, you are remaining here with me now.”


“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, believe dat!” Brit said, her Southern accent deepening with arousal, “Plus, Gina’s cock-deep in her latest mystery.  She ain’t gonna care about anythin’ else for a few hours at least.”


“Very well,” Crescens said, squeezing Brit’s rear tighter.  Britanny moaned softly, shivering as the Gaoblin rocked her hips back and forth slowly, sliding her cock against Brit’s.  For a minute, the werecheetah and the Gaoblin did nothing more than buck against each other, panting and gasping softly as their pent-up frustration finally found release.  Brit could feel the heat and power of Crescens’ green shaft, throbbing mightily.  She glanced down, seeing a small pool of clear fluid leaking from Crescens’ enormous head onto her lower chest.


“You need it as much as I do, don’t you?” Britanny asked, reaching down to dip her fingers into the puddle of precum.  She licked them clean, savoring the sweetness on her tongue.  Crescens nodded wordlessly, her entire body shuddering as she ground her hips against Britanny. Her cock answered for her, pulsing angrily against the werecat’s.


“...Do it, please?” Crescens asked, smirking a little as she squeezed Britanny’s furry rear, feeling her glutes flex with each thrust of her hips.


“...Really? After all of that?!  I only was able to hold off because it was ME, y’know!” Britanny complained, looking annoyed at the question.


“Just a little then?” suggested Crescens.  Britanny sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose dramatically.  


“Fiiiiine.  I can’t say no to you or Stryyp, ever,” she agreed, resignedly, “But I’m keeping it on ‘low’ and ‘gentle.’”


There was a moment of silence as Britanny stopped thrusting, lifting herself up.  She concentrated hard, her attention turning inward, deep into her body.  Lycanthrope physiology was different than human; their every cell was infused with magical energies and enchantments.  It was how they shifted forms, how they regenerated from injury, the source of their strength and power.


Combining her shapeshifting and regenerative abilities, Britanny had discovered the ability to control the length of her hair at will years before.  It was just a matter of concentrating and applying the energies and enchantments in a way much like consciously controlling the focus of her eyes.  


This was something else she had discovered in much the same manner.  Concentrating on the magic infusing her body, she focused in on her loins.  Tensing muscles, controlling energies, focusing concentration in just the right way, Britanny felt her erection twitch.


She suddenly gave a soft gasp of pleasure. She thrust her hips forward, arching her back.  Her penis jerked up and down of its own accord.  The head swelled under the foreskin, even as a sudden pressure built in Britanny’s loins.  Every muscle in the werecheetah’s body tensed, her spotted, golden fur rippling. Then, with a sudden lurch, a spout of milky white fluid burst from her tip, splashing Crescens’ green stomach.  A second shot followed, slightly larger than the first, streaming in a messy strand that struck the underside of Crescens’ breast.


Through experimentation when she was a teenager, Britanny had learned that she could control her orgasms.  She could consciously manipulate every aspect of her climax by controlling various energies and tensing certain muscles in just the right way.  She could start them, stop them, extend the length of them, hold them off, control the volume and force of her ejaculations, control the consistency of her semen, anything she could imagine.   It had taken years of practice to master it the way she had, but it was work that paid off, as far as she was concerned.


If Brit had not had the ability to consciously delay or hold off an orgasm, her mother would have easily sent her over the edge earlier.


Right now, Britanny had triggered a small, low-level orgasm; one that rolled with gentle hills and valleys of pleasure, that had relatively weak ejaculations of a small volume.  She wanted to save the bulk of her pleasure for later, when Crescens could share it with her.  Her cock dribbled a steady stream of rich, milky cream, pulsating from base to tip repeatedly.  Her inner walls quaked and clenched in a slow, but steady rhythm.  She moaned, shuddering as she bit her lip, more aroused by the smoldering stare of lust that Crescens was giving her than by the climax itself.


“In all the time I have known you, Britanny, I have never ceased to be envious of that talent,” Crescens said, brushing a lock of her deep blue hair from her face.


“Nnng… I-I could always bite you… Give you lycanthropy…” Britanny panted, gripping the base of her penis as she aimed it at Crescens breasts.  She moaned and arched her back as creamy white spunk struck the Gaoblin’s dark green nipples, glazing the large areolas.  Crescens smeared it into her skin eagerly, massaging her monumental mammaries with her Claws.


“...I think I’ll pass on that, thank you,” Crescens said flatly, “Not only because you don’t know how to do that properly, but because I have altered my body plenty enough already…”


She glanced at her shoulders, which ended in large Ether Vents at the bicep, and up at the Ether Vent on her forehead, and down at her one on her stomach to emphasize.  Her “piercings” were not a normal part of Gaoblin anatomy, but something she had done to increase her magical power and potential; allowing her to absorb the natural ambient magics in the atmosphere  to enhance her own.  Britanny had several Ether Vents of her own above her breasts and in her tail, but she normally kept them hidden with clothing or illusion when not needed for combat.


“Point taken,” agreed Britanny, flashing a grin.  Crescens smiled, reaching out.  Her Claws gripped Britanny’s sides, lifting her up.  Britanny made a gasp of protest, but did not have time to react as the Gaoblin lowered her onto her large, green shaft.   The werecheetah’s green eyes went wide, and her mouth opened in a silent moan of ecstasy as the enormous head of Crescens’ shaft, easily as large as her fist, spread her labia open.  She squeaked as Crescens lowered her inch by inch onto her cock, the process of penetration torturously pleasurable.


“G-G-Gahhh… A-Are you b-bigger than usual?!” Brit stammered, gasping as Crescens forced another three inches into her.


"I have been waiting quite patiently all morning," Crescens said lightly, "but I am done waiting."


Brit groaned, not used to being manhandled.  It was very hard to do that to someone seven feet tall, made of mostly superhumanly dense muscle. Crescens was one of the few people she knew who could do it.  


Brit soon bottomed out on Crescens’ shaft, with six inches to go.  This fact did not seem to matter much to Crescens, whose yellow eyes closed in pleasure as she arched her back.  Brit could feel her cock throb inside her, spreading her walls, and spilling thick, syrupy pre in her depths.  The werecheetah moaned happily as the Gaoblin gyrated her wide hips slowly, making the thick, green length swirl about inside her.  The pleasure made a fresh stream of semen run down the underside of Brit’s shaft, dribbling in thick milky flows from the tip.


Crescens did not give Britanny much warning before she lifted the werecat up by her waist, drawing her hips back.  Brit moaned helplessly, feeling the Gaoblin’s enormous cock drag against her clitoris.  Pleasurable tingles made the fur on the back of her neck stand up, her toes curling.  The Gaoblin lowered Britanny back onto her erection, driving her hips upward in a smooth, steady motion.


She repeated the process several times, picking up speed a little with each push upwards.  Brit’s eager folds accepted her, clenching and squeezing as much of the Gaoblin as she could.  The werecheetah cried out, her tail thrashing as her weak orgasm continued to pulse.  Her cock twitched, firing another ribbon of spunk, which fell right into Crescens’ abominal ether vent.


“Mmm… This is w-what I love…  You clench and quiver so wonderfully when y-you are c-climaxing like this…” Crescens murmured, driving up into Brit’s hot, tight, wet depths again.  


“Ah!  Ah!  Ah!” whimpered Brit, feeling like a kitten in Crescens’ grip.  She had seen the priestess rend star cruisers apart with her Void Claws, yet her touch now was as gentle as could be.  She pumped into Brit, a heavy, driving rhythm that allowed her to pound her entire length (as much of it that could fit at least) with every thrust.  Brit’s breasts bounced as she basked in the pleasure, her hands gripping her erection as it spouted thick ropes of cum against Crescens’ upper body.


Brit leaned forward, resting her palms on Crescens’ breasts, squeezing them gently.  The Gaoblin’s rock-hard nipples pressed into her palms.  The werecat moaned, her tail thrashing as she bucked back against the Gaoblin, feeling the cock pound inside her, driving powerfully against her sensitive walls.  Her body was tensing again and again with each ejaculation, but she kept a firm grip on her orgasm.  She kept it low-level, weak.  She was not willing to let herself go over the brink of ecstasy until Crescens got hers.  


The werecat and the Gaoblin had little time to talk now, as both were too busy in their gyrations.  Sweat matted down Britanny’s fur and hair, and beaded on Crescens’ emerald skin.  Britanny’s spunk streaked Crescens’ body in white strands, many of which were smeared by Brit deliberately or Crescens’ movements.  Brit’s cock was long enough and she was leaned forward enough that the head bumped against the undersides of Crescens’ breasts, splashing them with semen.  


“Nnnng…. I… Britanny… I am going to…” grunted Crescens.  Britanny could feel her length pulsing inside her, feel the spouts of pre filling her.  The large head of her cock was swelling.  Crescens’ body was straining, her powerful muscles locking up as she gripped Brit’s hips tighter.


Crescens gave a hoarse shout of pleasure, throwing her head back as her blue hair cascaded behind her.  Brit could feel her cock lurch violently inside her, then gasped as a flood of searing-hot fluid sprayed against her inner walls.  The blast went on and on, easily filling Brit’s womb and tunnel.  It was thick, rich, hot; far more so than human or lycanthrope cum.  It stuck to her convulsing walls, coating every inch.  Crescens’ spunk washed out of Britanny, pale green in color, running down her inner thighs in messy rivers and globs.  It was more than just thick, there was so much of it.


Brit let go of her control.  She let her climax rage at its full force.  Tossing her head back and yowling in ecstasy, Brit’s body began to convulse as the pleasure intensified exponentially.  The little spurts of spunk erupted into massive ropes, plastering Crescens upper body.  Her inner walls clenched down hard on the Gaoblin’s cock, squeezing it tightly and quivering.  She moaned happily, slumping over against Crescens’ body, shuddering from head to toe as her orgasm raged at full power. 


All of the tension of the day, all of the frustrations, all of the teasing, it was all released in that moment.  Her hips thrust roughly against her partner’s, feeling Crescens’ spunk flood her depths.  Brit moaned in ecstasy, delighted as she let go, splattering Crescens’ upper body with her spunk.  The Gaoblin gasped and spluttered as several shots hit her face, streaking her cheeks and her nose with werecheetah-cum.  Brit gripped her erection, stroking it in time with her long ejaculations, able to feel the semen rushing up her shaft as it rippled in her palm.  


Crescens’ cum had filled Brit’s womb beyond capacity.  Her stomach was swollen as if she had eaten a large meal.  The werecheetah moaned, able to feel the fluid sloshing about inside her, pouring back down her inner thighs.  The Gaoblin grit her teeth and snarled, driving her hips upward with a loud, messy squishing noise as she tried to fit a few more gushes inside Britanny, but to no avail; it just spilled right back out and onto Crescens’ pelvis, drenching her.  She lifted Britanny up (ignoring her incoherent moan of protest), pulling free of her.


Immediately, Britanny’s body was lashed with sprays of hot, thick milky green fluid, staining her fur.  She giggled and yelped, gasping as Crescens’ cock convulsed, spouting incredible blasts of Gaoblin cum against her. The fluid was so sticky and thick, Britanny had the very odd mental impression of a shower of hot mayonaisse striking her with the force of a hose on full blast.  


Brit slumped back against the already-drenched mattress and sheets, gasping as she thrust her hips into the air, stabbing her cock upward.  Crescens was now the one on top, kneeling over Brit’s legs as she gripped her penis with one Void Claw, caressing her cleft with the other.  The normally reserved and quiet priestess was moaning wantonly, bucking her hips lewdly.  She rode the crests and troughs of her orgasm, unleashing gouts of semen over the werecat, drenching Brit far more thoroughly than Brit had done in return.  Swirls of white and green pooled on Brit’s stomach, leaking down her sides and over her pelvis. 


Brit was concentrating, controlling her orgasm again.  Left alone, it would have petered out soon, leaving her basking in the afterglow.  She consciously forced it to continue, unwilling to let Crescens get the better of her.  It was a one-sided game she played often; pitting her own control of her body and her natural lycanthrope virility against Crescens’ own natural gifts.  She sometimes suspected the Gaoblin was aware of what she was doing; as even now Crescens had an amused glint in her eye, even as she moaned in ecstasy over her.  


For minutes, Brit’s world was nothing but creamy white and milky green, the surge of her body as the burning ache of ecstasy erupted again and again, and moans echoing off her bedroom walls.  It wasn’t until she felt the heavy weight of Crescens’ body hitting the reinforced bedsprings of her mattress next to her that she even realized Crescens was done.  She felt the Gaoblin’s Claw wrap around her cock, milking it as her own ejaculations struck her breasts and stomach, washing away some of Crescens’ cum with her own.  She moaned happily, letting Crescens stroke her for a little longer before she decided to let her orgasm end.


The pleasure receded, the world came back into fuzzy focus, and warmth bloomed from her loins into her entire body as the afterglow set in.  Brit sighed happily and closed her eyes.  She wrapped her arms around Crescens, ignoring the wet splat her fur made against the Gaoblin’s skin.  She felt the taller woman shift a little, and a heavy, pulsing weight slapped wetly against her stomach.  Heat and thick, gooey wetness added to the mess already glazing her body. 


“Good lord… I needed that…” Brit moaned softly, her voice hoarse.


“Certainly,” agreed Crescens primly, leaning in to kiss her cheek, “But I hope you did not expend all of your stamina.  We will need to tend to Stryyp when he returns home from work and Tiffany when she returns from school.”


“Heh.  You know me, I’ll be back and rarin’ to go within a half-hour at the absolute max,” Britanny sighed.


"Are you still feeling that the world is off-kilter?" Crescens asked softly, stroking her penis slowly as her milky green spunk spilled onto Brit's stomach. 


"...No," Brit said, after a moment's thoughtful silence, "All is right with the universe."