Djeeta was torn. There were a lot of ways to reshape reality. It was a lot like drawing freehand - the graphite can make anything, but to create depth and nuance, the artist had to deliberate on what to do. Sketch lightly, imagine at a distance, erase, visualize. Not every artist could see the image through the mind’s eye, but she had to do it. A bad stroke was hard to erase - and likewise, going too far and giving present company too excessive of a gift was liable to break her concentration.
And for all her recent talk of using her powers responsibly, captain Djeeta was still on edge. The old ghost of decency was haunting her inhibitions. She couldn’t let go, in spite of herself. It was couched in artistic decency, but really? She was intimidated. Even afraid. They accommodated for her tail as if she’d always had it - but what if they didn’t? What if a step too far humiliated Djeeta in front of her crew?
She had to be careful. Approach their desires from a position of security.
As she lurked, a thread came up on the second round of tea. Heles had given Teena a troubled tilt of the head, and that provoked Teena into an indigent squirm. “Mmmfh. What I wouldn’t give to be Erune tall.”
Heles raised her eyebrows. “Is that a common request? Surely, we’re not all that-”
“Yeah! O-on average!”
Teena sidled up to compare, hand level. “See? See?! You’re huge! I want that.”
Djeeta hid her scheming behind the teacup’s porcelain rim. This was her chance. She sipped, and contemplated...
“I’ve always been a runt. I mean, sure, I’m not that small, but-” Creaaaaak. “-it wouldn’t kill Bahamut to give me a few inches every now and then-” Groaaaannnishhrrrriip. “Late growth spurt? A little magic?” Pip-pop, pop-pop-pop. “I don’t think it’s a big demand, now is it?”
Teena’s figure was insatiable. It tested the dimensions of her costume from all angles. Her shoulders rose over the other girls as she gesticulated about her dire circumstances. The hose bore through until her hips and musculature grew too big, and fissures erupted. The corset unspooled, as strings snapped, and the buckle along her sternum popped, and buttons went tinkling to the floor. The tirade kept going, long after she beat Heles’ height, until she was approaching two meters’ height and had split her leathers to ribbons.
She stuck her tongue out. And promptly swatted away the skeletons of her gloves. “Point is - I need more. Obviously.”
“You certainly seem to want more…” Heles commented, staring up.
Djeeta regarded Teena’s new stature fondly, but she couldn’t help but feel something was missing. She whistled for attention. “Need more, Teena? You’ve already got a horsecock.”
She waited for the pin to drop, for disgusted condemnations to loose like arrows. Instead…
Narmaya giggled. “She has a point, goblin killer. Maybe you have enough?”
Teena crossed her arms and pouted. The curtain around her groin, what used to be a skirt, quickly tented up. “I don’t think so. Hmmph. My horsecock is fine.”
Her cheeks turned red. The bulge inside the crotch curtain tightened up, harder and harder, bulging with veiny attitude, until it finally came loose. A long, flat-headed penis erected over the tablecloth, nearly knocking into the vase in the center. Glossy balls dropped underneath it, stealing a whine from the spellcaster’s lips.
Heles hopped to attention. “Watch the roses, if you can!”
At the same time, Djeeta bit her cheek. She could do more. So, she pushed for more…
The impish giant reeled back, holding her new organ away from the flowers in the center of the table. “I’ll be fine,” she snorted, ears flattening out. “I’m just a little excited is all.”
She shimmied, clearly hiding something. No, it wasn’t the ponytail - the literal one - tufting out of her tailbone. The taint underneath was tender, and the anus, Djeeta imagined, gained sensitivity with size. Teena did an admirable job hiding her pleasure, but then her smile turned crooked as the darkly-tinted hole hit open air. “E-eheheh….”
For her own flourish, Djeeta indulged. The strip of ribbed shirt still covering her breasts bulged at two specific spots. As her dick stayed in place, hard as a rod, two more spade-shaped tips cut through the fabric, until the center finally had to break. Dicknipples stood, proud and alert, 15 cm tall.
It was like signing a portrait. Even if it made Djeeta tremendously embarrassed, dicknipples were her signature. She couldn’t put her name down without them.
“You seem pretty ‘cocky’ Teena...” Heles chanced.
Djeeta wanted to curl up into a ball and die after that pun. No luck, though. Teena was rolling with it. She handled her horse cock like it was an old friend. “Sure, sure, laugh it up. Just… nnnfh, respect them.”
Pre-cum splattered onto the table as she absentmindedly felt it up. It took Djeeta by surprise, but it really shouldn’t have. The mage would’ve had years of experience playing with herself. The peaks and valleys of so much masculinity was hard to ignore, and just touching them was liable to send the brain into a lewd fugue state. One dick was troublesome, but three dicks? And the main one was enormous even by her suitor’s standards…
Djeeta belatedly realized something was wriggling up her armor dress. She was perhaps unsurprised to learn it was her tail, presenting itself through her cleavage to be sucked. “Not now…!” she whispered.
Narmaya looked her way. “Hm? Captain?”
“Nothing!” Djeeta protested. “Nothing, nothing! It’s just-... my tail is. Quite a handful.”
Narmaya regarded her fondly. Djeeta slumped back, withering under her sweetness. She was observant in the extreme, like she had two sets of eyes.
“I would say it is quite-” “-the breastful? Mmhmhmh~”
Djeeta jolted. She shouldn’t have allowed herself to get complacent. In the span of a daydream, Narmaya’s head turned, and another slid out of the drop shadow. Their necks shifted along the collar seam until it seemed the draph always had two heads, perched so close together their horns clicked as they moved individually.
“What’s the matter-” “-dear?” The heads said in carefully metered unison. “You’re turning pale.”
“Tchehehe~” Teena snickered. “Double trouble’s got you now~”
Narmaya’s hands lifted up, running through a double fringe. “Heles, dear-” “Could you help me do my hair back up again? It’s so troublesome-” “-looking after two.”
Heles nodded nervously. “Of course! Anything for another princess.”
Djeeta was loath to admit that she had lost control of her powers, but she was sinking down in her seat precisely because of a daydream too far. To her credit - she’d thought about multiple heads before. The mechanics always seemed too chaotic when TV shows and artists played with them. Yes, there were two brains, but in most circumstances, the heads belonged to the same person, and in Djeeta’s estimation, the two were extensions of the same mind in the center. Barring, of course, conjoined twins, but there were no twins here. Not yet, anyway.
The heads made placated noises as Heles began to comb. For the thrill of it, the captain let reality’s brush embellish. A red hue seeped into the crown of the right head. Heles helped to spread it between combing strokes, until all the pink was suffused with warmer color. Something about the process made Teena moan - though Djeeta couldn’t imagine what. Maybe it was coming to sudden terms with the fact that Narmaya was definitely a redhead.
Just to be safe, though, Djeeta dotted her ‘i,’ and put enough weight on to make the draph’s hips jut out, and her belly poke through the belt-loop. “Mmmh, Heles, dear?” Narmaya commented absentmindedly. “I think I’m-” “-overweight.”
“Nonsense,” Heles said back to her conversationally. “This draph swordmaster is not anything of the sort.”
“We appreciate-” “-the distinction but you don’t have to call-” “-us the ‘draph’ swordsmaster. Narmaya will do.”
Djeeta bit her cheek. This was such a bad idea. “Well-” She stopped. “At least you’re not falling to pieces, right?”
Heles blinked incredulously. She let out a breath. “... yes. It’s already happened, hasn’t it?”
Arms popped off at the shoulders. Her legs popped off at the shoulders. Heles fell to the floor with a blithe expression, as if the inertia of the truth had taken hold and she didn’t have permission. The erune did allow herself to say ‘ow’ as she tumbled onto the floor in five weighty pieces. Four limbs, one torso and head, mildly bothered.
Djeeta lurched, but Teena beat her to the punch. “Heles! You shouldn’t be trying to move around like that.”
Teena circled around the table. The floor reverberated with her footfalls; she’d gotten very heavy thanks to her size, all that mass concentrated in the, well, obvious places. She bent over, and the sight of a tanned anus triggered Djeeta’s sheepishness all over again. Every step forward the captain took, she took another one back in shame.
“Nnngghh, careful,” Heles whispered. Her ears folded with worry. “Teena’s dick is very large, I might hit it.”
“Sorry! So sorry! I can’t control it sometimes, eheh~”
The arms and legs had gone inert. Djeeta didn’t want to unnerve anyone, least of all herself, but that was a small concern compared to the alarming level of comfort the captain had found for herself. She had expected, perhaps wanted, for someone to start panicking. She waited for concern to turn into worry, or even a modicum of disgust, but the scene was playing out as if the four of them were adapted to the mild inconveniences of being…
Sex monsters. The word made Djeeta shudder. She liked the sound of that.
Though, looking at them all, it didn’t reflect their physical status, not really. This was amateur hour. Teena’s equus state was easy to imitate. Two heads were fine, but a little on the low scale. She chastised herself for that. At least a squirming quadrapelagic Heles was cute to see, especially being lifted by her handles.
Heles writhed a little helplessly in Teena’s hands. “That look is quite perverse. I hope you’re not thinking of something lewd.”
Teena’s dicknipples stiffened with concern. “Whaaat? I’d never… w-without permission.”
Djeeta pushed her chair out. She’d meant to do it covertly, but the act read as decisive. Four heads turned. Djeeta froze.
“... yes?” Narmaya finally asked.
“A-aha,” Djeeta worked up the nerve to stand distaff from the table. “Just letting my body breathe. Hope you don’t mind?”
The four nodded approval amongst themselves. She had their blessing. Now Djeeta had to prove herself weird. Not just for her sake - but for the sake of her subjects. They deserved better than a pedestrian’s work.
She cupped her hands. An image came to her. She took it from the ethereal and doused her hands in its warmth, giving the image a shape, and the definition of something real. Her fingers fanned, and fell to her hips. They spread. They molded. Pressing the image out into reality, and urging the mass to comply.
She felt it, and with her audience’s gasps, they all saw it. Bulging from beneath the pink battle skirt came the padding of hip bone and fat, but also? The splitting of her leg. A seam ran quickly down to the knee and into the greave underneath. With a jostle, Djeeta made it come loose, stomping life into the thing. A litany of pulses ran through the plumbing, as it adjusted to a new order and forked around a pair of panties that simply couldn’t cover two sets of crotches. She gasped, bending to the table for support. The eyes of the others followed, disbelieving, constantly assessing new additions as new.
The captain loved them for their gullibility. There was no limit - because of course, Djeeta always had three legs and- NNNnnnnghh, two tails. And two… fat… bulges around her pussies…!
A concept she’d experimented with in her mortal days was the idea of a breast pussy. A boob that had been relocated to somewhere it had no business being. She was revisiting it again, running her hands down ballooning sphere bulges in her skirt. Her tails tempted her with a drink, and in her weakness, she mouthed to suckle on the nearest one. They were round things. Full, and firm, carefully weighted.
“Is the captain okay?” Heles whispered.
“I think she’s a little excited,” Teena snickered.
Under pressure, Djeeta’s imagination got away from her. Before she knew what was happening, images began to dance. Her breast pussies grew warm. She could smell sex on the air. Teena’s cocks. Her eyes flitted, and found multiple heads, and stumped limbs, and Djeeta couldn’t stop from gorging on the images. “Ohhhh, this isn’t good~” she moaned.
She felt a pinch at her bust, and her hands went to investigate. The bust she’d made for herself shuddered, testing the sequin center of her dress. They pressed, and she moaned, and they shoved against the wall that supported them. They grew bigger, and then that bigness compounded on itself, pressing ever tighter.
“I-I might need help,” Djeeta squeaked, trying desperately to get control back. “I think I’m falling-” “-in love?!”
The girls let out a collective gasp. Djeeta’s head shimmered in two different spots, and in a cut too brilliant for them to conceive, she took in a breath and let out a loud moan in stereo! Her nose, eyes and face cloned, followed by her chin, and between them, blonde hair bristled and tumbled down shoulders and spilled down the breadth of the back. She arched, pitching forward, gripping the end of the table with a frightening strength. Her fingers curled, and then air was scented.
Predictably, Teena was very horny. She tried to hide it by setting Heles in her chair. “C-captain?”
Djeeta barely heard her. Two heads, independently perceiving pleasure, reported their findings back like gunshots. She’d nearly gone deaf from the feedback. “Whuh…?”
Narmaya excused herself and came around to tend. “Poor captain… she must have orgasmed already.”
How humiliating. She tried to outdo them, and managed only to make her body heave and transform half the way. Now all she had to show for it was a triple leg set up, double breast pussies, twin-tail cocks and an unrepentantly big bust that was larger than Narmaya’s head! Err, heads. It was a terrible inventory…
As she fell into Narmaya’s arms, though, a devious thought ran through the grey matter. “Ohhh…” she moaned.
Narmaya took the bait. “Mmmh? Dear? Is something wrong?”
Heles squirmed, gesturing as best she could as a torso. “Please! Is the captain okay? Relief looked troublesome…”
Djeeta played possum. Two eyes out of four open. She laid in the draph’s hands, dainty and unmoving. It lured Teena out of her hiding spot, patting the shaft. It made Heles push herself further upright to see. When she was sure she had a good angle, Djeeta broke out the brushes again.
“What?” said the fire mage indignantly.
“Can you be bothered for a moment? I-if you can spare the time?”
Heles squirmed. Delicate folds drew down her stumps. They turned pink as her face turned bright and bashful. “Please… put my limbs back on?”
Teena realized, belatedly, that Heles had forgotten to socket her limbs back into her body. A second ago, that was impossible, but now, her limb pussies were ready, and were quite deep, so the cocks on the ends would have room to dock. Of course, the erune’s arms and legs were strewn about all over the floor, which meant she’d have to bend over and pick them up, one at the time. Teena folded her ears, made bratty noises, but after a fuss, she endeavored to be good for once, instead of the mischievous giant. “Hold oooooon,” the mage dragged. “I don’t like putting my ass to the air.”
Djeeta did, though. For good reasons that she wagered were about to get better.
As Teena dove-tailed to pick up an arm, there was shimmer at the knee. She carried it, throbbing head at the shoulder, up to Heles’ torso and knocked it into the slot.
Heles hissed through her teeth. “Not so hard, m-muh… magister. They’re very…”
Heles searched for the word, but Teena was already scooping up the second arm, ready to assemble the Erune instead of waiting for her to answer. Phantoms of second legs were kicking and posing, slowly elongating a translucent new half from behind.
“... haaahh, goodness… these joints…”
Pussy juice dripped from the seam. Her mind was awash. Magical energy sent feeling into the modular arm, brokered by a powerful ring of pleasure that separated the two nerve circuits and gave it a sense of separation.
Teena aligned the other arm, rotated it. It slid in with an obvious shhhlick.
“Fffuhh-” Heles bit her lip. Not like this. A princess of her station needn’t call out obscenities in beautiful company, but the delight arcing from one fingertip from the other was liable to make her scream.
Teena could hear it strangulated in the erune’s voice. It made her dicknipples ache. And the nipples under her body too…
Strange that she couldn’t remember being a taurified mage before this interaction, but then? A lot was strange today. Four legs were a lot to manage. So were five dicknipples.
She twitched. Seven. Seven dicknipples down her human-shaped taur body. N-no, nine. Eleven?! Twelve finally settled her anxiety, but just enough for her to have to stop and clench her front cock to keep it from spewing. It wasn’t her fault the room was beginning to stink of sex and sweat, the two things that made Teena a giddy and insatiable stallion…
Still, she had a job to do. Teena waited for her body to settle, and gestured for help from Heles. She obliged - while Narmaya was murmuring sweet nothings to the captain - and hiked herself onto the table, positioning her hip-joint sockets for insertion. “J-just… put them in!”
“I’m trying…” Teena bit back. The second cock between her second set of legs twinged and tensed, wanting attention, but the way Teena was turning out, she couldn’t reach them. She did her best to ignore their pleas and picked up the two muscular legs in her grasp.
She hesitated. A seeping richness collected in her tauric rear end. She tried to fight it, but it was siphoning her attention away. Her heels ground into the wood floor, and the nervous system around that spot, that fattening spot between her thighs finally got her to pay attention. What was supposed to be a set of testes for the cock in her undercarriage accumulated mass, rounding with cleavage and pinkening with color. It took on splotches the wider it became, mixing the near strawberry brightness with the tans and dark tints attached to her taint. Four points of pleasure eroded into teats, and eroded further, as mushroom-capped heads sprouted, one after the other.
“Oh goodness…” Teena mumbled.
A puddle of cum oozed out from underneath. It took Teena a hefty moment to come back to her senses. “R-right… your leg… legs? Both?”
Heles nodded. She didn’t want to press the mage too hard. Dick udders were challenging. At the same time, though, Teena had faced worse with her brother. These petty difficulties were surmountable, if only they had the patience.
Teena’s dicknipples smeared precum down the Erune’s legs, like a brush on canvas, as they brushed across her chest. Implicit bias made even the lightest of cleanliness worries a nonfactor.
She approached. Heles steeled herself, eyeing away. Teena took that to mean timidity. “It’ll be quick, okay Princess?”
“Oh-kay…” Heles said back to her, trying out the words as if she’d met them for the first time. Teena wielded the legs with the mechanical precision of a lamplighter. She slotted one in, and the room echoed with a yelp.
“AAAaaah~ Gods above, it’s too good…”
“That’s one. And now, number two-”
Shhhhhlick! “FUCK. Aaah… mmmfh, no, I musn’t… a-aaahh, for all the terraces in the sky, fffuck…”
The erune’s limbs jerked with the lingering responsiveness of a stitched up computer. She was soaking wet. Her armguards, greaves and ribbon fabrics dripped with her fluids, those that hadn’t fallen off her body when the limbs were detached in the first place. Suction kept them tied, and magic connected them to the grid, but her brain was snared in a low hum of pleasurable feelings, banded at regular intervals. She couldn’t calm down.
Somehow, Djeeta thought this wasn’t a good enough fate. So, to get Heles on her feet, she sent a jolt to her tailbone.
Heles practically leapt into Teena’s arms. Her rear ignited with tingling. She buried her face in Teena’s tits, wrestling with the taur’s arms in a struggle that was more cute than confused. Three little penises, splayed out like a peacock’s plumage, stood proudly at the point where spongy erection meat met bone.
The both of them were shocked. At the same time, their skin was electric, and touching was suddenly so wonderful, they didn’t want to break off. Heles made noises about not being a bother. Teena rebuked her in mumbles. Their faces ambled closer and closer together, until Teena found the sense to scoop Heles up by the hips and kiss her. “Mmmh…~”
She kicked a back leg out. A stallion like Teena had a shockingly short refractory period. And a modular erune like Heles was used to bodily malfunctions. They deserved one another. So, promptly, they began to make out.
Djeeta let out the breath she’d been holding throughout the process. The satisfaction of seeing their dance in the flesh was incomparable. Their enjoyment reverberated somehow, casting shadows in her mind. She could almost feel the women in their demented embrace.
“Aren’t they delightful?” Narmaya cooed. “Just-” “Magical.”
Djeeta curled fifteen toes, watching them in the safe embrace of Narmaya’s chubby frame. It was fun to watch Teena and Heles have fun, but she wanted some fun of her own too. Where else to look, but on a tableau like the draph…
“Hm? Djeeta? Your-” “-expression is puzzling. What’s on your-” “-mind, dare I ask?”
Djeeta giggled symphonically. “Oh, you know. Your legs.”
Narmaya was flattered - least of all because her twinful body had four to spare. “I suppose you’d want to touch them all.”
Inertial revelations lurched their way into reality, and sent Narmaya teetering away. Djeeta, who had been holding close to the draph for support, deftly traded places. She threaded her hands under Narmaya’s armpits and pressed her up, before the split could take hold. “Dear? J-just a moment, I…”
She was normally so composed. Djeeta could see it, though, on both faces; the ratcheting tension in her body. Flesh cleaved down the middle of her thighs, splitting with the elasticity and gummy texture of taffy, rolled by industrial press. The sync between Narmaya’s heads wavered, as the legs cleanly spit into feminine shapes, equal in mass. The bones popped and clicked to connect it all together, to create new ligaments and butterfly out the hips. Each leg forked at a roughly 45 degree angle from the hip. In the gap spaces where buttocks must have gone, there was only thigh, and pocket-folds of skin cutting into the manifold.
“M-my… pod is having a bother…” Narmaya panted out.
The pod was an experimental concept. Always on the cutting room floor, asked for all of once. Djeeta had wondered how it would work. She even did up sketches of how the plumbing would be arranged. It was more like building a four-legged tank, in some regard - where the subject had a base instead of a defined taint, ass or monodimensional sex.
Djeeta explored, just to be sure she had it right. Narmaya’s velvetine voice came in waves. So it was possible…
The way she built it was pragmatic, as it was tremendously horny. The fat saved from one ass was donated to a pillowy cushion that ringed the limbs and protected it from harm. An anus connected to the very center. At the cost of some swelling in the base, there came room for birth canals, leading to individual cervixes and a unified womb.
Hey, engineering body modifications wasn’t easy. On top of artisanry, Djeeta fancied herself a logical engineer. Not only did she make twisted bodies, she made them work.
As the body came to rest, and Djeeta’s imagination retreated back to its horny burrow, Narmaya tentatively let herself back down. The angle in her knees evenly distributed weight, so that the shortstack could comfortably stand on the balls of her many feet.
She took gulps of air. The process took a lot of energy out of her. It left her sweating - and her legs completely bare. The boots and stocking had torn cleaning in the first splitting. Djeeta empathized with the effort it took to control one’s impulses. She’d rendered the shortstack with four very active sexes in total. They were all itching at the back of the draph’s mind, filling her heads with feedback.
Such a curious thing - Djeeta and Narmaya felt their additions twice as hard as their tea partners, even if they had comparatively less to play with.
There were precious few times Narmaya was left so vulnerable. Djeeta, ever-honorable, elected only to take advantage of her drowsiness. She came up behind the draph, supporting her arms. The heads demurred, nuzzling into Djeeta’s shoulders. She was warm. Everything about them was warm.
“When was the last time you held me this way?” she whispered.
Djeeta didn’t know. She whispered back. “A long time, I think.”
Narmaya nuzzled in parallel. “Look at us, indulging ourselves. Should we fully devolve into animals?
She looked up into the captain’s eyes with an expression full of purpose. “We don’t know how the three-legged captain feels,” “but I have an appetite for their love. Heles and Teena are satisfying themselves with it.” “I want it too.” “Stop teasing me with this sweet nothing, I want more.”
Djeeta’s jaw gaped open. This told Narmaya that she needed more convincing.
“It may seem excessive to us women to demand so much, but your eyes, your touch, it’s honestly infatuating. I can’t stop thinking about it. Every second spent admiring this body is driving me crazy. Mmmmh, I feel like an animal.”
It was all Djeeta could do to breathe. “W-what do you-” “-want me to do?”
Narmaya smiled darkly. It crept across both faces in a sinister glide. “What you want with me-” “Now.” “Figure me out-” “And make me scream.”
Her eyes glittered like the inner facets of garnets. It was a request Djeeta couldn’t take lightly.
At the same time, it was a most dangerous proposition. Narmaya couldn’t fathom what she was asking of the captain. No amount of trying to explain her reality warping abilities would break through the mental bubble, not unless she name-dropped the Singularity, effectively changing their relationship for good. Precise control over her thoughts was tested, and proved tenuous. If Djeeta got horny again, if she started drowning in her desires once more, then the brush would spill everywhere, and her true self would paint them into maddening creatures. The unbidden sexiness of her wet dreams, shapes glimpsed in the shadows of her unconscious mind.
Narmaya was implicitly asking to give up on decency. Though she didn’t know it, she had become Djeeta’s Id, the object of her deepest carnal convictions.
Djeeta caught her breath and let ice settle in her veins. Her heads considered, in a way that disheartened Narmaya after a moment’s hesitation.
It was likely, though not a sure possibility, that denying them all a chance to collapse like pregnant stars would let them find some sort of normalcy on the ship. There was a slim chance they could be cohorts, not comrades under bed sheets. There was a slim chance too that Djeeta could hope to remain friends with Narmaya after such a swift rejection, without violating her trust and resetting her back to normal.
She was responsible for the draph-creature’s desires. And beyond that, Djeeta was exceptionally horny. Devils cared not for the obscene, and what was she or any of the women now but proud, debaucherous monsters.
A naughty sneer came over the captain’s lips. “Do you want-” “To cum first?” “Or should I~?”
Narmaya’s mood instantly returned. She fluttered a hand over her chest. “My word, how-” “Forceful. No one asks, so-” “-I will take that indulgence.”
The poor woman spent so much time worrying for others that even this request was strange and new to her. Djeeta knew she needed love. Hell, she begged for it, fighting for attention with indignant shaming. She moved in. Narmaya turned to her, and Djeeta put her arms down the sides. As she trailed down the hips, Heles’ and Teena’s lips broke, and the next round of desire was heralded with a mind-obliterating wail of want.
“Gaaaaawwwd, Erune. You’re too good at this. I… I need it down there.”
Heles startled. “Down there?! You can’t be-”
“I need to fuck your mouth. Right now.”
“Stallion Teena is serious about this…”
Djeeta bent the pod-legged draph over the table. At the same time, Teena pulled out of the chairs with her front feet, while Heles prepared herself to take the largest aching shaft of them all. It was hard - but so was the cock, and the stench surrounding it. If the sweet smell of sex didn’t surround the Erune already, courtesy of the pussy-shaped rings suctioning her limbs into her body and nursing extant cocks, then it did now. Teena’s blatant masculinity surrounded her, and she drank it in like a hit off hookah smoke.
Djeeta smelled it from two vantage points. She let the stench drive her to terrible thoughts.
Narmaya whined plaintively. “You’re touching-” “-there?”
“Mmmhm~,” Djeeta hummed stereophonically. She had sent a hand down Narmaya’s love handles, past the mutated waistline, and into an exploratory approach towards a smooth, hairless crotch. “You wanted to-” “-scream for me, big sister?”
Narmaya nodded adamantly.
“Then please…” “... Use every hole.”
Heat turned to crackling energy. The captain’s fingers slipped past the hoods of Narmaya’s side vaginas, touching up nerves that were already tender. Narmaya tried to gasp out, but her voice caught in the diaphragm. She looked down, frantically trying to get it to come out. It refused to squeeze up to her mouths, so with some effort, she directed the pressure out a place she knew couldn’t resist - the lines growing along her boobs.
All seven of them.
They sprouted in bulbing patches, spread in uneven alignment down her torso. A gasp barreled through, and popped with the languid popping of swollen lips. Their timing was slow, their tempo andante, but soon the room was filling with her voice the more she used it.
Djeeta was impressed, though far from done. With the draph crumpling under her hands an abject lust, Djeeta spread her thoughts around. A new head fell out of the drop shadow between the extant ones. “Show me your pussy-” “-your real pussy-” “-big sister.”
Narmaya grunts in nine ways. She bucked her hips against the table and sent it rocking. The front sex, the one facing a hungry Heles, ballooned with the stuffing of breast tissue. It sagged and jostled between spindly thighs, heavy with purpose. Tongues wriggled around Djeeta’s fingers, coming out of the sides, slathering vaginal fluid and saliva as they came.
The situation called for more arms. So Djeeta obliged - breaking off the attention to split her hands, and then the rest of arms, into more limbs. Two more, to be precise.
Her three heads called lovingly as they grappled around Narmaya’s mouth pussies. “You deserve-” “-as much love-” “-as I can give you~”
Across the room, Teena was struggling not to pin Heles to the ground and let her lust take over. So many penises needed attention, and she was afraid of the day all of them would cum at the same time. That may be today. Heles was so beautiful with so many pussy attachments, she couldn’t resist looking at her and fantasizing. She felt tied up with urges. Badly bottled up, carbonated with all the hormones inside.
So carbonated, in fact, that she was continuing to grow. The last remnants of her bodysuit began to slough off as her head approached the ceiling and her back end gained a new segment. “Nnnnnngh, hurry up! Suck it!”
Heles salivated. “Hold steady! I’m… mmuhhh… mmmfh…!”
She tried to concentrate on the cock ahead of her, but her vision cone was falling. Like her head was collapsing into a puddle of quicksand… no, more like a sinkhole. A passage that was opening up. Teena tilted her head, watching with barely restrained affection. Heles made a few more gurgling noises before her head managed to disappear into her collarbone. She was headless for a second and a half before a new groaning sound came out of her sex.
Her body tumbled back into an overturned chair. It made motions to breathe. The unaltered sex vibrated as her taildicks hardened again. Hips bucked, the center heaved, and in a long drive of sweat flesh, a tower of dick shot out of the Erune’s pussy and dangled, with the head and its drenched hair dripping at the very tip.
“S-sorry!” Heles coughed. “I-I had to… b-bwweeughhh…”
She vomited cum onto the floor. Balls dropped some ways behind her, and she felt it connecting up in the same brainspace as her breasts once occupied. Her nervous system rapidly realigned as she became intimate friends with the floor and her ankles.
Teena nodded, furiously horny. “Frot with me! Come on, e-enough stalling…!”
Heles did her best to accommodate. Her legs pushed off, sending her cone of vision bouncing as her thighs wobbled. She was now the biggest among them, the fattest cock among the girls. Teena had the most, but only Heles had three feet to boast, and all of it using her brain as the tip of a power conduit. She had known a low level of intensity before, but in this configuration, she would always be alert, always entertaining delusions and ideations of rampant sex.
And if that wasn’t good enough, the mushroom glands of a new dick were pushing through the empty space at her shoulders…
But that was up there. Heles didn’t care for what happened where other mortals had heads. Her head was at crotch level, as it was approaching the flat, frontal horsecock between Teena’s fidgeting legs. She scooped it up with wandering hands. The mage groaned, spawning a fourth tauric segment, bringing more and more dicknipples and dick udders into fruition. “Do it!”
Cum dribbled down Heles’ chin. The mental power it took to comprehend questions was too much for a head doubling as the pleasure center for her massive genitals. Instinct guided, and it told her to shove face into urethra and kiss.
“HHHGNNGK-” That was nearly enough. Teena shoved into Heles, sending her sprawling onto the floor, but still suckling away. Teena stood over her, four sets of ankles quivering - then five. Her hands fell to her front-most thighs and she struggled, teeth bared, not to moan out again.
Her lips firmed up to hold it, until they turned sideways. Teeth turned to vaginal discharge, and her voice was briefly silenced, as her mouth turned into a cunt. The skin telescoped from there, sliding down, turning trunklike. An onahole cunt-mouth.
She arched her back, shuddering out breaths as Heles made out with her dick. This wasn’t enough, it was far from enough. Hormones made her blood boil. Heat funneled into her bloodstream from sprouting nodes, following along the dicknipples at precisely dangling points. Three dozen, going on four dozen breasts were growing testes, and she could feel the injection of aggressive hormones dilute her body, tasting like a powerful saline drip in the back of her throat.
She desperately needed to fuck Heles’ mouth. Teena gave her front cock a preparatory smack on the side. The number of balls appended to it doubled twice, to eight, before lips blossomed on the flattened head. “Iiiiiii need it!”
“!!!” It was too fast, too quick. Heles’ mouth was plowed through. The act was a perverse reimagining of a sounding exercise, with Teena’s cock ramming up the throat canal into the urethra spaces of megadick. To Heles, it was like trying to take a horse. It was all her hands could do to keep the both of them from tipping over completely.
Noises were now no longer a consistent deluge of throaty moans and girlish squeaks. It was almost all the wet slaps, squirts and gurgles of overactive bodies. Heles, turned into a modular woman with vagina slots, a relocated head, and dripping with the rivulets of sexfluid and sweat, tangling with Teena, stopping only at eight tauric segments and sixty-six dicknipples, eight udders and an onahole on her face, and her only workable mouth inches deep into her partner. They were beyond words.
Narmaya and Djeeta were not.
“Touch me there-” “Captain! Please!”
“There’s so much-” “-we can do-” “hnnnngh, Bahamut save me…!”
A haze was developing, but their positioning was relatively secure. With three heads, Djeeta could mark from multiple angles where the other pair was in relation to them, and steadily pull Narmaya along. She was busy losing her mind to two fingerings at the same time, and two oral exercises in the tangled mess of lipples. Tongues licked and kissed at random. Narmaya was riding on too much pleasure to resist, and Djeeta’s imagination had taken tyrannical control.
She rolled her knuckles, her fingers along supplicant lips. Six fingers each didn’t satisfy her. Seven? That could do. She may very well want more than that, but one thing at the time.
“You have hands, don’t you?” she asked in one mouth. “Why not help me out?”
A dangerous proposition with a double feedback loop, but Djeeta couldn’t handle it anymore. She craved the sensation. Narmaya nodded obediently. She turned to look, and found Djeeta opening her armpits up to her, and displaying forests of seedling dicks.
“My word,” she mumbled.
Djeeta grinned in triplicate, through powerful blush. “Jack as many off as you can, please. I may just play with your prolapse tail when you’re done.”
It took Narmaya a moment to remember she had a prolapsed tail, but then the nerves stitched together, and she felt it distend from her back pussy. It was telescoping like Teena’s onahole cunt, only with a greater base billowing out and the length sodden and sopping wet with the juices of an inside out sex. Eventually, she found the wherewithal to comply. Right after her tail started playing with the captain’s cocktails, of course.
“The captain offers-” “-all of her dicks for me…” she murmured. “I must prove my strength and mmmhhfhghgkghhgl-”
She had managed to turn to face the captain, come up the side and planted her face into the cock forest. There were four, rapidly growing. The law of conservation of lewdness hid them from public view until the captain elected to put all four of her arms up without a shirt to cover them. From there, dicks of a thousand sizes and shapes erupted. The aura around them was humid and rank, with more musk parts per million that was fathomable for any other raunchy being. Narmaya had to persist - she must, for Djeeta’s sake, for the orgasm she craved. Her hands fumbled around, collecting handfuls of veiny flesh. Her mouths latched onto the biggest trees in the forest and tugged, until she’d gathered as much as she could feasibly enjoy at once.
Then, only then, did she suckle, and pull, and rub with her thumbs, and jerk with her wrist, and haphazardly jack off the captain as the captain fingered her too.
The words between them mashed together in a slurry of nonsense syllables. Coordination died. Five heads among them, and not one knew how to articulate words. The pair found themselves lost in each other’s bodies. Touching beget electric desire, and electric desire channeled up one neck and into another, amplifying again and again. They soon knew only how to feel and grope, kiss and suck, and the trivial concerns before orgasm collapsed into unorganized fodder.
They would not cum easy. None of the sex monsters were that easy to tire. Nor did they orgasm quickly. Djeeta gave them stamina for days, endurance for weeks, and the stalwart resistance of giants to the little death. The aftershocks of a normal ejaculation came and went, before earthquakes sent their bodies into momentary spasms of activity. Cooldown came, maybe five minutes, before steel pumped back into their spines and rejuvenated their spirits for another long go.
The orgy had no effective end. Eating and drinking became relegated to the same act of indulgence. Only boredom would stop them now.
They could love each other for days on end. Djeeta had no regrets.
She had her favorite characters at her beck and call, as partners to fuck in choreographed dance. Narmaya, Heles, Teena - all inducted into the sexiest horror show she had ever put to print.
Djeeta was proud. At the times where she could think straight in the multi-day debauchery, she often lavished her love on them, her wonderful creations. She made refinements to them, their extraneous filigree, but their concepts were too perfectly sensual to take away.
For five days and six nights, she made love to the girls in the tea room of the Grandcypher with no regrets.
~ Epilogue - Next Week ~
A morning came where the orgy felt a trifle less engaging than usual. Outside the tea room, crewmembers had gathered, worried about the captain’s condition but unwilling to interrupt her extended liaison with the trio of sex monsters. Djeeta decided, with a little reluctance, to break for water and to reassure everyone they were fine.
It was quite the process. The smell was so powerful that crewmates were fainting on contact or struck dumb by the muskiness of the scene. Contained in the tea room for weeks, it was certainly bottled up. But with some vigorous commanding, and a little accommodation from local reality, the crew got their wits about them and began cleaning.
Narmaya bade farewell in stereo, leaving a trail of juices from her needy breast pussies as her four legs carried her out the door. She conceded affection from the rest of the ship, attending to the needier human crewmates. Heles, ever-bewildered, wandered away to ejaculate some more. Her balls were too active, and she was addicted to the taste of cum on her tongue. Teena, more confident with her height and length than ever, elected to stay. As soapy suds hit the deck, she chatted with the deckhands, bright with blush, and steaming hot from sixty plus cocks sitting attention.
Though really, it wasn’t all the eyes on her body that made Teena irrationally horny. It was the captain, sitting ass to ass with her, anus and taint swollen to horse-like proportions to meet Teena’s unconscionable size. The ambient heat of their near-kiss of their horse taints turned the mage’s brain to slush. Their tanned donuts occasionally made contact, eliciting gasps from the eight legged stallion.
Djeeta grinned, appreciating the spectacle. She’d gotten the whims out of her system, and was ready to cool off while the deckhand scrubbed and recovered pieces of torn furniture and broken porcelain. Naturally, the kiss didn’t affect her nearly as much, because if it did, her three heads would be back in the thick of it again, and a captain should really be more responsible to her crew, shouldn’t she?
Midway into the afternoon, a message came up the deck. Djeeta wondered who exactly would want to contact her in the middle of an internimbus journey, but let it through. Good news or bad news was welcome from the admittedly relaxing tedium.
Suddenly, an aura of light came through a crack in the door. Heavenly force pushed it open, and the tea room was flooded with an archangel’s light. It’s like normal light, but more important. Djeeta shielded her eyes, as a conjoined figure floated past the door frame.
“BE NOT AFRAID-” “-CAPTAIN OF THE GRANDCYPHER!” “WE COME IN PEAS!”
Everyone eyed the figure, as much as they could, quizzically. All the more when one side furnished a can of peas.
A beat passed, and the angels snickered to themselves. “Oh, sorry! Sorry, everyone! We’re just messing around, we mean you no harm!”
Djeeta sighed, planting all hands on her hips. “Hello Hal, Mal.”
The conjoined angels waved back. Once separate, Halluel and Malluel now shared a single torso. Tan and pale-caucasian skin ran like swirling coffee down the center. It was forked down the middle with a third leg, while their sides were occupied with six arms and twice as many wings. Voluminous hair was broken up with wing-ears, curling horns, and another two sets of foxy earlobes, a corona of fluffy textures.
They twiddled many fingers. Djeeta twiddled some back. “We wanted to tell you something important, but-” “We guess you already know, huh?”
“That’s-” “-quite-” “-correct.”
“It would seem imprudent to mention it in front of your crew.” “Unless you would like them to know?”
At least they were considerate. Djeeta met their gaze with a nod in the negative. “When I’m ready.” “Stay a while though!”
“Hmm?” “What for, captain?”
Djeeta beamed. “Why else-” “-would an angel come to visit-” “if not for earthly delights~”
The angels caught Djeeta’s meaning, and the flattery was so apparent they giggled for what felt like minutes. “You’re too kind, captain. And really cute.” “I suppose we have the time to spare before returning… We can explain our absence to Michael later. That fine, Mal?” “Mhm~!”
The crew rolled their eyes affectionately. Teena chanced a grin. “Do I get to join in, captain?”
Djeeta shot her a smirk. Teena shuddered out a happy sigh.
So much for a short break. The night ahead promised to be long, and unabashedly kinky.