Dee_DubbleYew

  Your name is Wednesday and you try to live a solitary life.

  Every morning, you get out of a bed you never sleep in after an entire night of reformuting what you’ve learned the day before. From seven, you spend your early mornings writing what you’ve learned in a thick, leather-bound tome. Inter-species dynamics, the structure of power in Camelot, refined notes, and drafts of schoolwork. The cover is decorated with the bones of small animals you’ve hunted, a fair warning for any who try snooping.

  You’ve yered several hypnotic triggers on it. The first serves as a double warning, transmitting a shocking feeling to any who try to open it without saying the password. The second puts a tracking spell on them, so you can deal with them ter. And the third ensures any but the most skilled will forget what they read from it.

  Then you spend the day pretending to be a mortal: going to css, eating, regurgitating… You only allow yourself to hide your presence and ‘recharge’ when you believe any potential anti-demon spies lose you in the myriad crowds of Camelot. When you go home for the night, you consume some rations and finish the day with twenty minutes of stretching.

  You are a person who wishes to live a very quiet life.

  …If only you didn’t get dragged into the bizarre misadventures of Fracti and Cherry.

  You’re hiding in a tree and taking notes on one of the monsters poputing the forest below Camelot. Monster Zoology is an interesting css, though the teacher seemed to have it out for Fracti. Recently, Miss Ality scornfully read Fracti’s report on how to safely approach an Entwarden. She didn’t need to exaggerate the harpy’s naiveté in front of the whole css.

  Fracti sunk in her seat and hid behind her wings for the duration of Ality’s dressing-down. The bitch of a teacher decided to give the css an assignment to ‘wake certain students of their ridiculously dangerous notions of peaceful monsters.’ Everyone would have to submit a report of a monster they’d followed in the wild.

  Which is why you are in the forest with Fracti again. Cherry couldn’t come along, she’s gotten into a baking css. So it’s just you and the wallflower.

  Not that Fracti’s in any danger. Her gentle aura of kindness affects most creatures that approach her, so she sits right next to whatever monster she wants and can write her report as they ze around. Sometimes the normally ferocious beasts even, ugh, py with her. Right now, she’s giving a manticore a belly rub, the man-faced lion making the stupidest expression as she whispers sweet nothings into its mane.

  Fracti’s powers are truly fearsome.

  As for you, you’re a bit further away. Stalking a Pitchrantua. You considered getting close to a tentacle tortoise, but it proved too…tempting. The Pitchrantua may seem like a featureless skittering shadow, but it’s actually a five-foot wide spider that absorbs all light nearby. An interesting effect, one you can reproduce easily now that you’ve observed it. You snap your diar-tome shut and put it into your hammerspace pocket, tutting when you notice the manticore purring and wiggling about like a common whore.

  What a debased expression.

  You nd next to Fracti and turn off the hypnotic suggestion hiding you. Fracti barely jumps, more used to the way you melt into her awareness.

  The manticore, however, immediately flees.

  “Are you done?”

  “I haven’t found a good enough creature yet.” Fracti’s voice is barely a whisper.

  There are spriggans in the trees, flying scorpions in the branches, a rockodile sunning on the riverbed, and a fire-belching bear scratching its butt against a tree that Fracti grew for it. You stare at each of them pointedly, then back at Fracti. She gives her usual airy smile and hides behind her bangs.

  “They’re all so nice. Such handsome creatures, and so gentle too…” Sure, like they wouldn’t be ripping each other apart the second Fracti leaves. “But I don’t think any of them will really impress Miss Ality.”

  Why does that annoying shrew’s opinion matter so much to her? You’ve learned more about monsters watching them peacefully congregate near the strawberry-blonde hippie harpy than in all of Beastie Ality’s csses. Fracti has a damn people-pleasing complex that’s only going to make her life more annoying.

  “Why do you care? Aren’t there other csses you can devote more of your time towards?”

  “It’s true.” She sighs wistfully. “I do like Tenderhoof’s css, even if it is in that scary tower…and she could be a bit scatterbrained. But Ality has experience in the field. It’s very inspiring.”

  Her ‘experience in the field’ usually involves a team of wizards and warriors trampling through the forest and killing everything that moves to collect samples. Nothing as discrete as what either of you can do. Hell, if a monster zoologist is qualified by the trail of destruction they leave behind, Cherry would be alma mater in the field.

  “…Whatever. I’ll be practicing my magic in the clearing west of here.” You take to the sky. “Call to me when you’re done.”

  “There is something I’d like to try.” Fracti giggles at your raised eyebrow. “It’ll be surprise.”

  If you didn’t know Fracti to be a wet bnket, you’d feel a sense of foreboding. It’s probably nothing.

  You fly to the clearing and set yourself down, reapplying the hypnotic weave of unnoticeability. It’s easier to practice your magic without going through the complicated motions of faking sigils typical of arcane magic. After a while, you’ve successfully made your spells more efficient, and faster to boot. It sucks that you’ve spent a lot of DESIRE, but practicing pays off in the long run. You stop and get a feel for your reserves.

  That’s when you hear it.

  “Wednesdaaaay? Wednesdaaay?” Fracti’s voice is a bit rougher than normal. “Where are youuuuu?”

  You sigh and drop the hypnotic veil again.

  “Here, Fracti.” You call out. “You better have gotten your report done.”

  “Oh, not yet.” Her voice rumbles from the woods. “I just wanted to…to…”

  Something’s off. Her voice is too guttural, her breath, too heavy. And the DESIRE…it’s definitely hers, but somehow free and unrestrained. The pieces click into pce when creature pads into the clearing.

  Your eyes widen.

  An orthus. A fine specimen, four feet tall at the shoulders, with a stunning pair of rottweiler heads. Its ears are perked up and happy, and its tail is wagging. Its body ripples elegantly with casual power, a muscuture forged from years of hunting. They turn your way and two pairs of lips smile, revealing rows of deadly teeth. But its eyes…they glow teal, unmistakably Fracti’s.

  Like when Quinn possesses a person. Did Fracti…?

  “Wednesdayyyy…what’s that smelllll?” The heads speak in tandem and take a deep breath, gently stepping closer. “Is this…what Cherry smells? What is thissss not-hungeeeerrr…? Primal. Necessary. This feelinnnnng~”

  Something, a pair of somethings, slide from the monster’s undercarriage. They must be ten inches long, each.

  There’s a gleam in its eyes. You recognize that look.

  Your mind rushes through options. You could attack, but Fracti is definitely in there. If she gets hurt, or worse, you’d become the first suspect. Maybe if you immobilize it? But arcane magic is taxing right now, and your innate magics would reveal your nature to her. Maybe you should just fly aw—

  Ah. Too te.

  The orthus pounces.

  People can be weird. It’s understandable that they’re scared of monsters (or even each other) because they never know what they’re feeling. You’re lucky enough that you can share your feelings with everyone and everything around you. People are still tricky for you, but animals? Monsters?

  They accept you with an unguarded heart.

  They understand that you offer harmony. Unity. A chance to be more than one, to share in everything and be a part of something greater. The druids understood this.

  People, individuals, are a complex mesh of emotions and ideas, pulling them in different directions when you know for certain everyone wants simir things. Food. Shelter. Safety. Love. When you unite, these things come easier to everyone.

  But people still fear whenever you give yourself to nature. When you share your very heart with a creature, when you ride along, people shrink away in horror. They call it possession.

  You are Fracti, and you know Wednesday isn’t like all the others. She understands, in a way nobody does. Not even Cherry.

  And you understand her, no matter how hard she tries with her stoic inscrutability. So you were willing to share your greatest secret with her. The ability that would terrify most, but not her.

  You wanted to satisfy her ever-growing curiosity by riding along in a monster. You’re not usually one to show off, but something about her attention makes you…happy. Of course, when you spotted the orthus, it was a perfect opportunity. You coaxed it and slipped your heart into it, the swirling sensation connecting you two in a mere moment.

  Riding along is always a bit weird. There’s a feeling you occasionally get, one that disappears the moment you return to your body. It fades with the memories of the ride-along, leaving only brief impressions of a racing heart and…euphoria. When you connect with the orthus, it’s disorienting.

  You’ve never had two heads before! Thinking twice is strange, but you don’t dislike it.

  Nor have you ever ridden along in a body that can speak. All the better to surprise Wednesday with! When you try looking for her, even her scent eludes you. But when you call out, she responds, and soon her smell wafts into your four nostrils. You find yourself being led by more than her voice, by this burgeoning feeling that’s escaped you so many times before. You nervously pad through the greenery until you come upon her.

  Her eyes widen. The mysterious spirits around her swirl and dance, the scent getting stronger. You talk to her, half-dazed, the feeling growing rger inside you, trickling between your hind legs.

  Growing between your hind legs.

  Wednesday is frozen. Not in fear, those spirits are strangely absent. Though her mind cycles, the musk emanating from her crotch tells a different story.

  She is yours. The mysterious spirits chime. Take her!

  Instincts override sense and you pounce.

  Your forepaws pin her wings to the ground, and she lets out a noise you’ve never heard before. Your smiling jaws lean closer to her face, licking your chops as the scent-smell-musk grows stronger. Her eyelids flutter and her heart races. Despite the near passivity of her expression, you can tell she’s excited.

  “Those spirits…they’re lust.” One head whispers in her ear and she freezes. “You want this.”

  Your other head licks the side of her face and she lets out that little breath, halfway to a moan, as she desperately tries to keep her composure.

  “N-now Fracti…” Her stutter is the only hint to her desire. “Maybe you should stop possessing the orthus before somebody gets hurt.”

  “Maybe,” You growl oh so deliciously, “Just say…please.”

  She’s never said please before. She won’t right now.

  “Fracti.” Her voice is stern.

  You smirk with one head, the other tearing her shirt off with your powerful jaws.

  “Fracti!” She yells, aghast.

  Her modest bust, perfectly sized for a harpy, heave with every excited breath. The spirits you’ve helped help you in turn, guiding you to her weak spots. You follow the guidance of the spirits dancing across her body, one head licking from her midriff to her colrbone, the other nipping her shoulder, then her neck, then on the other side again. She squirms under you, the spirits of lust growing more excited with every nip, every lick, every time your hot breath dances across her abaster skin.

  “Fractiii~”

  She doesn’t say please. You even left her sharp talons free so she could have a chance to fight her way out, but she never takes it. Wednesday is like putty in your paws, a figurine melting in ecstasy under your ministrations. One head idly wonders what she’d look like if you teased her in your own body.

  The other deals with more important issues, like using a hind paw to tear off her bothersome shorts. The pungent aroma of Wednesday’s desire hits you full force, two pairs of eyes diting as your minds are overtaken by the need.

  The need to breed.

  Instinct takes the wheel again, almost feral as you lower yourself onto her. Both your heads lick and nip up the sides of her neck, across her cheeks, before three mouth meet in the middle. Wednesday’s eyes flutter, threatening to roll back as she opens her mouth and kisses you sloppily, mindlessly. Your tongues explore her mouth, hers (unnaturally long) explores your mouth in turn, the burning wave of want smming into you stronger than before.

  Your hips thrust into her, your twin cocks plunging into her slick holes as she finally succumbs with a cross-eyed smile. This is the most expressive you’ve ever seen her! Yearning for more you thrust harder, your knots smming into her butthole and love-button, liquid love gushing out of her pussy as her smile gets wider and the noises she makes become louder.

  Her pussy and asshole stretch apart to their limit before her tight inner muscles pull you back in, her warm inner folds massaging every part of your cocks. You watch her make out with your other head, eyes rolled back and body writhing in pure pleasure. The sensations rising in your burning loins burn your mind with ecstasy, your fat balls smacking against her butt as her holes squeeze your knots into her.

  You can’t believe it. You’re breeding your friend. And she loves it. This is your first time—No, the memories are coming back now; you’ve done this before while riding along other animals. Just never with a person! Never with a friend!~

  You rut her, an animal in heat, your sharp fangs so close to her neck and occasionally leaning a head lower to py with her bouncing breasts. A wing comes up to scratch you behind the ear and pull you closer into her chest, instinct driving you to nip at her pointy nipples. You’re so lost in the sensations, the orthus’s mind and your mix, its innermost desire echoing through your lips.

  “Breed. Bitch. Breed!”

  Despite the crass words, the spirits swarm faster. Wednesday throws her head back, her moan sending a shiver down your spine. You almost lose your footing when the flood of her love-tunnel’s juices lubricates your burning cocks, your knots popping inside her holes. You’re jostling her, pulling her back and forth like a proper bitch-breed-mate~. The more you shake her, the more tears of pleasure run down her face.

  She loves this.

  Her holes tighten on your rods, squeezing them so close you can feel them rubbing against each other through her inner walls. The spirits sing in delight and you struggle to keep your mind from escaping under the avanche of pleasure. Her talons wrap around your back and she pulls herself deeper onto you. She lets her body get used, speared by your twin cocks, as your minds fizzle with ecstasy, every one of her expressions more obscene than the st. Your vision goes white, one head howling as the other bites into her shoulder, marking her as yours. Your cocks erupt as something gushes from the base of your dicks and into Wednesday’s vulnerable holes, drowning your consciousness (and her cute womb~) in pleasure. You struggle to keep enough control that you don’t break the skin.

  When the fuzziness fades, you realize Wednesday has changed. She’s struggling to catch her breath as she ys underneath you, lusty expression pstered on her slobber-covered face. Her skin is flushed, more alive than ever before. And then she changes.

  Her hips widen, squirting on your fat knotted cocks. Her perfectly sized boobs swelled a cup size, two...and her stomach slowly swells like a balloon. She grows plump and gravid, your fertile bitch-lover-otherhalf trembling with pleasure. Her engorged breasts leak from darkened nipples, and your cocks throb inside as as a primal part of you delights in this.

  Somehow, she’s pregnant.

  You try to pull out, but her tight pussy and asshole and sealed around your knots. And the lust spirits are even more excited.

  She moans and slowly rubs her engorged maternity. She looks between her heaving tits and bites her lip, her pussy and asshole tightening on your members again. She lets out a small shiver and twin streams of milk spurt from her D-cup breasts. Wednesday stifles another moan and hazily runs her wing-hands up and down her ctating nipples.

  Your logical mind pierces through the hazy afterpleasure, hormones, and perhaps more.

  Is this normal for Wednesday? An innate magic, like Cherry’s? But what kind of magic gets a harpy ready to give birth so soon after intercourse? Or makes someone wiggle in delight as they’re breeding with a monster so much bigger than them? Sun and stars, you got one of your only two friends pregnant. What are you going to do?

  As one head panics, the other curiously licks the milk from her nipple. A shudder runs across your body, all the way down to your cocks. They harden inside her, Wednesday letting out another shiver and stirs from her pleasure-induced haze.

  Something about this isn’t right. You want to leave, but there’s a chance the orthus will maul Wednesday if you abandon its body without…disentangling. You try to walk away, but your cocks just drag the gravid harpy behind you, moaning the whole time.

  "Your fat cocks are stuck~ And my tits are so fucking swollen from the child you stuffed inside me~"

  Her voice makes you want to go again…

  No! You need to focus! Separate, get her off the doggy bone ride, put some distance between you two, return to your body, and get Wednesday to safety. You whine when you realize your knots aren’t shrinking.

  Oh, this is bad.

  Beastie Ality did have extensive notes on orthus reproduction. The knots won’t go down for another thirty minutes, at least. You’ll need to brute force it. You whine. You pin her limbs down and she lets out another pleased groan, which grows into a squeal as you forcefully pull the knots out.

  "Yes, yes, harder, HARDER!~"

  POPOP!

  They slip out in a pair of loud pops, Wednesday’s shrill scream of delight folding your ears back. Her maidenhood snaps shut with a wet smack, the pussy lips engorged and leaking mixed fluids. You gently step over her, wincing as your cocks leave a trail of your seed over her belly…when something catches it. You look between your legs to find Wednesday suckling red rocket #1, red rocket #2 stiffening with its brother.

  She rolls herself into a crouch to grab #2 and rubs it between her breasts as she wraps her mouth deeper around #1. You have a problem. She’s got you by the balls.

  You blink the stars out of your vision as she takes most of your first cock into her mouth, eyelids fluttering as her lips dance around the base of your knot. You're getting hard again, and Wednesday just brings her overflowing tits up and down, mashing them around your second dick until your knees are weak.

  “You dumb perverted dog.” She growls, trying to hide her grin, hide the overflowing need wafting from between her legs. “I can’t believe someone like you got me pregnant~"

  Her tits and salivating cunt spray out with a light moan. She holds her tits with one wing and runs her tongue up and down your first cock as she hops in her squat. Her free wing rubs circles around her bloated belly until her cws are between her legs, tickling her gushing love tunnel.

  "And now you’re going to leave me to raise our child alone?”

  That is your child. That is your mate. You can’t leave yet.

  Even though something isn’t right, Wednesday is right. She’s alone and pregnant in the woods with your child. She needs your help.

  So you stay. And Wednesday keeps stroking you, keeps sucking you off. You pant louder as she masterfully pys with your cocks and balls. Her tongue ps in all the perfect pces, kissing your cock and swallowing it all at once, your second shaft rubbing between her tits getting faster until you can barely stand. She sucks loudly, hungrily, and you let out a low whine of pleasure as you cum again. Her mouth is filled with your creamy seed, some of it dribbling down her chin. She closes her mouth and swallows it all up, eyelids fluttering as the second cock sptters between her breasts.

  Your mate is hungry. She is with child.

  She smacks her lips and gathers the rest of the jism spttered over her bloated body. Her perfect bck wings are stained with flecks of your jizz, but she doesn't care. She brings it to her lips and sucks it up. Happily. Smiling, humming even, as she fills herself on your jism.

  You’ve never seen her eat anything so contently. It makes sense she’d get thirds, getting you to y on your back as she rides your twin cocks in her holes, her expression melting into ecstasy as her holes are filled once more, her milky breasts swaying in every direction and flicking her milk everywhere.

  "Yes, yes!~" She squeals. "Our baby needs more of your cum! Stuff me! Drown my womb!~"

  Fourths when she insists you drag her by the knots to shelter after she impaled herself on them, berating you as she rubbed your mixed fluids all over herself. Her stomach had grown to the size of a watermelon and her breasts are spyed by her sides, leaving a trail of milk as you drag her on her back to a cave the orthus had found.

  "You're going to take me to a cave and I'll be nothing more than your breeding bitch~" Her gre is fake, the hint of a smile stretching her lips as she holds her preggo belly. "I'm going to give you a litter, and a pervert like you will keep me in the cave so you can pin me down and impregnate me again and again~"

  When you get to the cave, she has fifths. You never expected her to crawl under you and grind her crotch against your until the sensations drive you wild! Her pregnant stomach rests against the ground and you rut her, your fat doggy balls knocking against her bloated stomach as you thrust into her wildly. Your paws wrap around her, her bloated tits (almost as big as yours~) squirting milk every time you thrust into her. She's completely lost to lust, eyes rolled back and tongue out in the most adorable expression.

  "Guh! Guh! Guh! Your fat doggy cocks!~ Feral!~ Dickings!~ Are!~ The!~ Best!~" You interrupt her debased expression by lowering your heads to meet her mouth in another sloppy kiss. "Mmmmmmm~ How do you like this doggy mommy kisses?~ I promise to bear an entire pack~ Guh! No, and entire forest's worth~ Just~ Don't~ Stop!~"

  After, you're exhausted and she finally pulls herself off your cocks. She stands, her breath heaving as a flood of your dog jizz bubbles from between her legs. She holds her swollen pregnancy with that small smile she always tries to hide, milk dribbling down her tits and mixing with the fluids running down her legs. Raven hair, skin like moonlight, swollen with pup, your pup, you can't help but feel like she's the picture of perfection. Wednesday lovingly scratches you behind the ears as one head licks the milk from her ctating breasts and the other between her twitching lower lips.

  Sixths: She bites her lips with a gasp, the baby moving inside her pushing her over the edge and spttering your snouts in her erotic fluids.

  Wednesday pulls your heads to rest on each of her soft breasts so she could look into your eyes.

  “You have given me…the best fucking of my life. It’s such a pity~” She moans in your ear, her melodious voice and addicting juices making your hearts race. “You’ll forget what a wonderful night we’ve had.”

  How can you? After everything, she has shown a world of pleasure. A balm on the wound of the world. She's brought you closer to the carnal truth behind the myriad connections of life than any other. Bringing life is wonderous in every aspect, and Wednesday has mastered the act of procreation. Her whole body is immersed in it, made for it, this lust.

  But something is wrong.

  She is giving birth, but the spirits act differently. They are consumed, mixed, shorn from mere grains of your souls. Almost, but not quite. So very close to the creation of new life, yet rushed, imperfect, tainted...

  And her words are so sad.

  “Go.”

  But you listen anyways. And you run away as your cure, your mate, your messiah ys down and spreads her legs as she screams in joy. You want to be there, you want to keep subsuming in ecstasy, but you can’t. You don’t know why, there was something about her words. You want to turn back, you want to be with her, you want, you want, you want-

  But your body and mind won't. You keep running further away from her. As if the words she whispered were more than a request, more than w.

  Magical words…compulsion.

  Compulsion?

  The brief panic jolts you free of your body, something tugging you back.

  You open your eyes. You look down and see a paw.

  Poking you.

  “Poke poke.”

  Cherry? You blink.

  “Poooooooooooke.” She leans in with a grin. “Heya Fracti. Riding again?”

  Her bright smile reminds you of another, smeared white.

  “I guess so. I wanted to surprise Wednesday, but I lost it.”

  “Again?”

  You’d be a bit worried if there were someone else nearby. Wednesday can handle herself. The wind turns and Cherry stands at attention.

  “Wooowie! There’s a big fight going on over there. Or something.”

  “Or something?”

  A smile, eyes rolled back, mouth opening and salivating. A scent, shivering with pleasure and life.

  B_e_d_ng.

  A whisper of something, fading from your mind as it always had.

  “Monsters can get really mean when it smells like that.” Cherry huffs. “We better stay put for a bit.”

  You’re about to leave when Wednesday appears between you two. Which you’re almost used to. Her clothes are darker than you remember and she looks…hale. She should probably eat more.

  A ghost of a sensation tickles some distance from between your legs. A memory of a body part, an impression. A wound? No, not as sharp.

  “Oh, Wednesday!” Cherry hops. “You’re here! You probably shouldn’t go about a mile that way. When it smells that rank, there’s usually around five or six monsters wrestling!”

  “Good thing I’m not there.” She slowly shifts her gaze to look at you. “Fracti. Say you owned an orthus—”

  “I wouldn’t own an animal, Wednesday.” You interrupt.

  She cocks an eyebrow. You remember what you’ve learned from her and you keep her gaze and assert yourself. The briefest tug at the corner of her mouth and Wednesday continues.

  “If you adopted an orthus, what would you name him?”

  “Mr. Snuffles!”

  Wednesday’s expression puckers slightly.

  “Ooh! I like that one, Fracti” Cherry cheers, then turns to Wednesday. “What’s an orthus?”

  “A two-headed canine monster. Are you sure that’s a…proper name?”

  “Oh, we can give him two names! One for each head! Mr. Snuffles and…Gingerbread House!”

  “Gingerbread?” Wednesday’s voice tinges on a groan. “Really?”

  “Gingerbread House.” Cherry asserts, trying not to giggle at Wednesday’s deadpan stare.

  Oh, that’s adorable. You watch Wednesday respond to Cherry’s increasingly silly names, your two best friends in the whole world. You’ve been lonely since all the druids drank some bad juice at the festival. Then Cherry came into your life, and now Wednesday too.

  Your heart flutters.

  Together, they’ve helped you. And with them, you’re sure you can help a lot more people.

  Dee_DubbleYew