“Walk with us,” she says, Ocean’s expression shifting as rapidly as her namesake.
“Simply saying it,” Star pauses.
Ocean picks it up, “just doesn't cover it.”
I shrug, and we leave the rented meeting room, the twins leading the way out the door (it’s not big enough for us to all go through at once) and giving me a sweet view of their swaying, oversized, heart shaped behinds… but I catch up quickly and we walk in a line, Ocean on my right, Star on my left. They stand close, and I go ahead and cup their rears. After all, I know what they like. They give a pleased hum in stereo, and move in closer, each putting an arm around my waist… I let them. Shoulder to shoulder, we walk a ways, out of the office district and into a shopping area.
It's not crowded, but there's a rather lot of people around… and yes, we attract eyes.
“See that guy by the popsicle stand?” Ocean inquires quietly.
“The android with the fiery gold hair?” Star adds.
Yes, I do. He's staring openly at us, his jaw hanging open… a pretty common reaction as the twins aren't exactly hiding their curves… not that they could, really, unless they're illusionists or something. I slip my hands up around their waists, and start fingering the lower sides of the sixteen inch orbs hanging from their chests, “I do, yes.”
Ocean and Star practically purr.
“And that tent he's pitching?” Star seems to be trying to spread some light.
No, I don’t see his boner. Nope. I'm definitely not looking at his little head starting to peek out from behind his belt. My mouth is not starting to water, nor is there a warm, empty ache starting to form in my middle.
“Liar,” Patricia whispers in my mind.
“Can you imagine what he looks like under there?” Vividly. Ocean seems wet… but everyone I've heavily affected always is.
“What he'd taste like on your lips?” Star seems hungry… and isaking me so.
“The feel of his shaft in your body,” maybe I shouldn't have indulged with these two… my head is playing tricks on me; I have a phantom sensation that I'm sure is a memory from a few nights ago as Ocean describes things.
“The sound of his grunting as he holds you tight,” My eyes drift closed as Star speaks.
“The feel of that final thrust as he tries to become one with you,” from my right.
“That tightening that lets you know what's coming,” from my left.
“Your body clenching around him, encouraging him to give you that little critical fluid,” from my right… have we stopped walking?
“That tiny little splash inside when he does….” hang on… has Star worked her hand into my pants?
“That earthquake that rocks you when he does?” Oh… Ocean's body is a bunch of very small robots working together… she changed the shape of her hand a bit, that's what's… thrusting… in public….
“You started it,” my pink partner whispers in my soul.
“We can't get enough of it,” Star nibbles on my ear.
“Neither of us wants to be cured,” I'm pretty sure it's Ocean filling me up.
“And yet, one of us needs to bite the bullet,” Oh, that's where Star's hand went… she’s got my rear entrance.
“So we don’t go extinct,” I'm starting to lose track.
“So we'll need you to pick…” my lover whispers.
“Who will you choose?” her sister adds.
“Both of us will gladly service you, goddess,” things are getting a bit fuzzy… where are we again?
“No matter which of us you choose…” I'm drowning in sensation here… such a need building… I don't resist as someone lifts my shirt off. I just need….
“Which of us shall it be?” I feel a tugging on my pants.
The dulcet tones continue, “Who will be cursed with the rod?” I feel a tongue in my nethers.
“Who will be blessed with child?” and now a tap at my mouth… I start sucking on it, and feel creamy milk trickle down my throat.
“We made a bet…” I find my legs wrapping around the head between them, trapping her in place… it's a good thing none of us need air…. and the voice pauses, “ah, and my sister is occupied…”
Oh, that tongue, and that milk… so nice… I feel like I'm about to explode… the voice continues, though, “whoever's name you call out in the throes of passion wins the right to choose.”
There's that earthquake building… so hot… “It was the only truly fair competition that came to mind, but we think we may be a bit influenced by your power.”
“So what's your choice, goddess?” I scream into the flesh-like pillow in my face as I'm rocked by an earthquake of pleasure.
“Thank you, my goddess…” the voice sounds happy enough… and the tongue doesn't let up.
We continue to have fun for a while, but eventually the mind wants something different… when I finally push them off me, I find we're in a hotel room… good, we didn't go nuts in public. I was quite out of it.
Ocean and Star lie next to me on the bed, their chests drifting lazily back and forth as their simulated breathing shifts their rib cages. Wait… those giant melons should, by all rights, basically flow down their sides and bury their arms, why are they…. I hear a cough in my head. Right, fantasy.
We cuddle calmly for a little while, and then I ask, “So… which of you is it going to be?”
“Me,” I look to my right, and spy the telltale hexagons that easily identify Ocean, “I lost, and Star wants to stay as she is.”
I'm really curious how well the Restoration spell will work in practice… will the active effects from me prevent it from working? Will restore the mind and soul to what they were, but not the body? And the only way to find out is to push through with the twins’ plan. And this is their plan, from top to bottom.
But people aren't really supposed to be test subjects, so I tell them an alternative, “I do know of a spell that would allow two females to have a baby… and it's not a Polymorph spell or anything, so it should still work fine. There's the question of genetics, though… or whatever passes for it with your form of life.”
They pause, and I get the obvious question in stereo, “What do you mean?”
I chuckle, “Okay, so… there’s a spell I know of… it's a personal spell, but I can arrange to put into an item for you. I'd need to make it myself - I couldn't pass off that task - and I'd probably need to enchant you both further to allow you to use it. But! The spell ensures conception even when it makes no sense: ‘on your next attempt, you and your partner will conceive a child. Conception overcomes sterility or infertility in either you or your partner, whether natural or due to an injury, illness, or curse, as well as herbal remedies that normally block conception’ - the spell doesn't care about little things like compatibility; a guy could have his junk cut off and thrust his lack of organ into a mare and she would still have a foal... the spell has no problems with a female/female pairing.”“That sounds wonderful so far…” Star starts.
“What’s the catch?” Ocean inquires.
“Well… you only get the genetics you have in the parents. I can't be sure it will work the same way… but currently, you're both female,” very exaggeratedly so, “my best guess is that you'd only have daughters…” I trail off.
“...and nothing but daughters doesn't establish a species.” Star caught on.
“...we'd be dependent on the tools you make…” Ocean continues, getting it.
“...as would our entire race…” Star states.
“...forever.” Yeah, Ocean’s got it.
I sigh, “Yeah. Dependency is nasty stuff. But… it's an option, if you want it.”
Star sits up, and looks across at Ocean, “You’re most impacted. Your call.”
Ocean sits up, and asks a question, “After the restoration… would you be willing to put me back as I am now once we have a son?”
“Ooh, say yes, they had a nice sweet flavor, I'd love to eat them again,” Patricia interrupts in my head.
I ignore her, though. I know transforming is inevitable, so going a little further for a good cause isn't out of the question, but if I'm being honest… “I'd much rather not. My power seems basically free, but there's a cost for me to pay each time I use it on someone if they're not completely female already… which means I'd have to pay again after the spell. Ignoring that, though? It still leaves the problem of unexpected deaths. If I buff your children up to be basically immortal - which again, costs me, so I'm not going to do it entirely willy-nilly - you'll just have the same problem again: All females means no kids. If you expect to be hunted, some will die, and you'll need to be prepared for that.”
Ocean considers a long time, then opens her mouth to speak….
“Walk with us,” she says, Ocean’s expression shifting as rapidly as her namesake.
“Simply saying it,” Star pauses.
Ocean picks it up, “just doesn't cover it.”
I shrug, and we leave the rented meeting room, the twins leading the way out the door (it’s not big enough for us to all go through at once) and giving me a sweet view of their swaying, oversized, heart shaped behinds… but I catch up quickly and we walk in a line, Ocean on my right, Star on my left. They stand close, and I go ahead and cup their rears. After all, I know what they like. They give a pleased hum in stereo, and move in closer, each putting an arm around my waist… I let them. Shoulder to shoulder, we walk a ways, out of the office district and into a shopping area.
It's not crowded, but there's a rather lot of people around… and yes, we attract eyes.
“See that guy by the popsicle stand?” Ocean inquires quietly.
“The android with the fiery gold hair?” Star adds.
Yes, I do. He's staring openly at us, his jaw hanging open… a pretty common reaction as the twins aren't exactly hiding their curves… not that they could, really, unless they're illusionists or something. I slip my hands up around their waists, and start fingering the lower sides of the sixteen inch orbs hanging from their chests, “I do, yes.”
Ocean and Star practically purr.
“And that tent he's pitching?” Star seems to be trying to spread some light.
No, I don’t see his boner. Nope. I'm definitely not looking at his little head starting to peek out from behind his belt. My mouth is not starting to water, nor is there a warm, empty ache starting to form in my middle.
“Liar,” Patricia whispers in my mind.
“Can you imagine what he looks like under there?” Vividly. Ocean seems wet… but everyone I've heavily affected always is.
“What he'd taste like on your lips?” Star seems hungry… and isaking me so.
“The feel of his shaft in your body,” maybe I shouldn't have indulged with these two… my head is playing tricks on me; I have a phantom sensation that I'm sure is a memory from a few nights ago as Ocean describes things.
“The sound of his grunting as he holds you tight,” My eyes drift closed as Star speaks.
“The feel of that final thrust as he tries to become one with you,” from my right.
“That tightening that lets you know what's coming,” from my left.
“Your body clenching around him, encouraging him to give you that little critical fluid,” from my right… have we stopped walking?
“That tiny little splash inside when he does….” hang on… has Star worked her hand into my pants?
“That earthquake that rocks you when he does?” Oh… Ocean's body is a bunch of very small robots working together… she changed the shape of her hand a bit, that's what's… thrusting… in public….
“You started it,” my pink partner whispers in my soul.
“We can't get enough of it,” Star nibbles on my ear.
“Neither of us wants to be cured,” I'm pretty sure it's Ocean filling me up.
“And yet, one of us needs to bite the bullet,” Oh, that's where Star's hand went… she’s got my rear entrance.
“So we don’t go extinct,” I'm starting to lose track.
“So we'll need you to pick…” my lover whispers.
“Who will you choose?” her sister adds.
“Both of us will gladly service you, goddess,” things are getting a bit fuzzy… where are we again?
“No matter which of us you choose…” I'm drowning in sensation here… such a need building… I don't resist as someone lifts my shirt off. I just need….
“Which of us shall it be?” I feel a tugging on my pants.
The dulcet tones continue, “Who will be cursed with the rod?” I feel a tongue in my nethers.
“Who will be blessed with child?” and now a tap at my mouth… I start sucking on it, and feel creamy milk trickle down my throat.
“We made a bet…” I find my legs wrapping around the head between them, trapping her in place… it's a good thing none of us need air…. and the voice pauses, “ah, and my sister is occupied…”
Oh, that tongue, and that milk… so nice… I feel like I'm about to explode… the voice continues, though, “whoever's name you call out in the throes of passion wins the right to choose.”
There's that earthquake building… so hot… “It was the only truly fair competition that came to mind, but we think we may be a bit influenced by your power.”
“So what's your choice, goddess?” I scream into the flesh-like pillow in my face as I'm rocked by an earthquake of pleasure.
“Thank you, my goddess…” the voice sounds happy enough… and the tongue doesn't let up.
We continue to have fun for a while, but eventually the mind wants something different… when I finally push them off me, I find we're in a hotel room… good, we didn't go nuts in public. I was quite out of it.
Ocean and Star lie next to me on the bed, their chests drifting lazily back and forth as their simulated breathing shifts their rib cages. Wait… those giant melons should, by all rights, basically flow down their sides and bury their arms, why are they…. I hear a cough in my head. Right, fantasy.
We cuddle calmly for a little while, and then I ask, “So… which of you is it going to be?”
“Me,” I look to my right, and spy the telltale hexagons that easily identify Ocean, “I lost, and Star wants to stay as she is.”
I'm really curious how well the Restoration spell will work in practice… will the active effects from me prevent it from working? Will restore the mind and soul to what they were, but not the body? And the only way to find out is to push through with the twins’ plan. And this is their plan, from top to bottom.
But people aren't really supposed to be test subjects, so I tell them an alternative, “I do know of a spell that would allow two females to have a baby… and it's not a Polymorph spell or anything, so it should still work fine. There's the question of genetics, though… or whatever passes for it with your form of life.”
They pause, and I get the obvious question in stereo, “What do you mean?”
I chuckle, “Okay, so… there’s a spell I know of… it's a personal spell, but I can arrange to put into an item for you. I'd need to make it myself - I couldn't pass off that task - and I'd probably need to enchant you both further to allow you to use it. But! The spell ensures conception even when it makes no sense: ‘on your next attempt, you and your partner will conceive a child. Conception overcomes sterility or infertility in either you or your partner, whether natural or due to an injury, illness, or curse, as well as herbal remedies that normally block conception’ - the spell doesn't care about little things like compatibility; a guy could have his junk cut off and thrust his lack of organ into a mare and she would still have a foal... the spell has no problems with a female/female pairing.”“That sounds wonderful so far…” Star starts.
“What’s the catch?” Ocean inquires.
“Well… you only get the genetics you have in the parents. I can't be sure it will work the same way… but currently, you're both female,” very exaggeratedly so, “my best guess is that you'd only have daughters…” I trail off.
“...and nothing but daughters doesn't establish a species.” Star caught on.
“...we'd be dependent on the tools you make…” Ocean continues, getting it.
“...as would our entire race…” Star states.
“...forever.” Yeah, Ocean’s got it.
I sigh, “Yeah. Dependency is nasty stuff. But… it's an option, if you want it.”
Star sits up, and looks across at Ocean, “You’re most impacted. Your call.”
Ocean sits up, and asks a question, “After the restoration… would you be willing to put me back as I am now once we have a son?”
“Ooh, say yes, they had a nice sweet flavor, I'd love to eat them again,” Patricia interrupts in my head.
I ignore her, though. I know transforming is inevitable, so going a little further for a good cause isn't out of the question, but if I'm being honest… “I'd much rather not. My power seems basically free, but there's a cost for me to pay each time I use it on someone if they're not completely female already… which means I'd have to pay again after the spell. Ignoring that, though? It still leaves the problem of unexpected deaths. If I buff your children up to be basically immortal - which again, costs me, so I'm not going to do it entirely willy-nilly - you'll just have the same problem again: All females means no kids. If you expect to be hunted, some will die, and you'll need to be prepared for that.”
Ocean considers a long time, then opens her mouth to speak….
