Chapter 25
<h3 style="text-align:center"><span style="font-weight:400">Chapter 25
<span style="font-weight:400">I. Am. So. Fucking. Bored.
<span style="font-weight:400">We’ve been walking for hours. How did I ever make this trip as a child withoutint? I only have fond memories of that time back when I was -
<span style="font-weight:400">Shit. How fucking old was I?
<span style="font-weight:400">Ten? No, I was definitely younger. Maybe six?
<span style="font-weight:400">Fuck. I’m honestly kind of impressed with my younger self. Five hours in, on foot, and I’m so mind-nauseatingly bored that I’m considering something so absolutely heinous that even I am disgusted by my own mundanity…
<span style="font-weight:400">Small talk.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So… uh… nice… weather?” Holy. Fucking. Shit.
<span style="font-weight:400">Please shoot me now. I suck at this.
<span style="font-weight:400">Summer lets out a heavy breath before she starts giggling.
<span style="font-weight:400">It’s not that funny…
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rose, sweetie, do you want to talk?” she asks gently.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Holy fuck yes!” I cry out, much to both my girlfriends’ amusement.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We were trying to give you some space,” Felicia admits. “You’ve been rather testy since Lonnie’s training exercise.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I stop walking, forcing my girls to stop with me.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Are you alright?” asks Summer as she steps closer to me.
<span style="font-weight:400">Stupid hormones making me feel like shit.
<span style="font-weight:400">Yeah. That’s it. It’s the hormones that are twisting my insides up like a wet towel just before whipping someone.
<span style="font-weight:400">It’s certainly not the very <span style="font-weight:400">real <span style="font-weight:400">fake emotions that I totally didn’t have before my transformation.
<span style="font-weight:400">Fuck.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m sorry if I made you feel like - that I made you - fuck. Help.” I give up on trying to express myself and hang my head in defeat. I’ve been skating by on a potent mix of spite, euphoria and mild shock for thest… fuck.
<span style="font-weight:400">Fuckity fuck fuck! How can I not remember how long it’s been?
<span style="font-weight:400">Fuck it! Doesn’t matter! The point is, before that potent cocktail of feelings kept me held up, I subsided on mostly denial. Now? I’ve run out of all of it.
<span style="font-weight:400">Well, not the euphoria… or the spite, but the shock has worn off and it’s hard to feel spite when surrounded by women you lo- like a lot. I tried to dip back into denial, but it just didn’t work.
<span style="font-weight:400">So now? I’m a hot mess and I know it, Summer knows it, Felicia knows it, and Willow sure as hell knows it.
<span style="font-weight:400">What the shit am I going to do?
<span style="font-weight:400">Ass fuck donkey cock shit balls! AAAAAAAAAAA -
<span style="font-weight:400">Oh… soft…
<span style="font-weight:400">I’m being hugged from two sides with a fluffy puff ball of fur weaving between my legs.
<span style="font-weight:400">It feels… nice.
<span style="font-weight:400">I just melt into their embrace and inhale a shuddering, almost painful breath as I realized I must’ve been verbalizing my little meltdown without stopping to breathe.
<span style="font-weight:400">After a solid five minutes of just lingering there, being held, I finally signal that I’m ready to be done with the hug. It’s starting to rub against my hangups. While nice at first, it’s starting to feel a little too much like -
<span style="font-weight:400">Moving on!
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry,” I mutter. “I -”
<span style="font-weight:400">Summerys a gentle finger on my lips and gazes into my eyes with her own doe-like peepers. She’s so beautiful, and kind and… fuck! How do I even deserve her?
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rose, it’s alright. Felicia and I were worried this might happen,” she admits while sharing a look with the aforementioned redhead.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You were?” I ask softly. She nods and blesses me with a lov- caring smile.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We saw plenty of signs of you heading for a breakdown. You even had a few, but we could also tell that you were still shoring up your emotional stability with less than healthy methods.” She brushes a lock of hair from my face before taking my hands in her own. “You’ve been through so much, and I worry you are stilling to terms with things that happened when you were younger.” I nod, she has a point. “Just remember, we’re here for you. Alright?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Aaaaah… fuck. I am so…so…. SO damn lucky to have Summer in my life. I look over at Felicia and see thepassion and concern in her eyes as well and I realize I’m lucky she came into my life too, and not just because she gave me Willow.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Why don’t we make camp here?” Felicia suggests, gesturing around at the vast ins we’ve been walking through. “It’s as good a spot as any and I think we could all use some rest, yeah?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She gets no argument from either me or Summer, and Willow of course is happy to take a nap. It’s so easy to forget she’s a borderline omnipotent AI when she behaves just like azy cat.
<span style="font-weight:400">With saidnguorous feline’s help, we manage to set up afortable camp with ease. The big tent we have even has a full, proper bed. Truly this is the best use for a godly cat AI. Now if only she could conjure up a car or something to cut the trip short. I''d even take horses.
<span style="font-weight:400">As we sit around the firepit, waiting for Summer to finish searing our digital dinner, Felicia sidles up next to me and leans in close.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Rose, I have a favor to ask,” she asks quietly. I motion for her to continue when she goes silent. “Summer has mentioned enjoying certain… activities… that we are ill-equipped to assist with.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Oh for the love of -
<span style="font-weight:400">“Spit it out,” I urge her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“She likes a good dicking.”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nearly choke on my own tongue, my heaving coughs drawing Summer’s attention, so I wave her off as I contain my shock.
<span style="font-weight:400">“And, uh, how am I supposed to help with that? I got rid of mine for a reason,” I finally reply to a tomato red Felicia.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Willow was able to change your body, right? Could she… maybe… give me a… you know. In Lanadel at least. Just to try?” I have never heard Felicia sound so nervous and bashful and it’s frankly fucking adorable.
<span style="font-weight:400">Now, on one hand, this is a little awkward, and I’m not sure how I feel about one of my girlfriends having a cock. On the other hand, Felicia’s earnest blushing makes me want to give her whatever she wants. On the third hand, which Willow can totally give me if I ask nicely… I forgot where I was going with this.
<span style="font-weight:400">The point is, while I’m not ready to have a dick anywhere near me… again, maybe for one night, we could do them this solid. I look over at Willow and she nods in reply, so I return my gaze to Felicia.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, alright. I’ll take the first watch, and it’llst that long. When Ie to wake you up for the second watch, it’ll be gone. Sound good?” Felicia nods enthusiastically.
<span style="font-weight:400">“So when will I - oh.” Her eyes widen before training downward.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Heh, didn’t expect us to throw it in there mid conversation, did ya?” I tease. “Now go on, enjoy the awkward lump during dinner then go get her tiger.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Felicia nods jerkily, like a buoy in a storm, the motion forces me to bite back a giggle. Fucking hell, cute Felicia is too much.
<span style="font-weight:400">The bedicked redhead hurries over to Summer and whispers in her ear, which causes her to gasp and flush almost as red as Felicia. She quickly serves dinner that conveniently finishes right then. Willow might be helping them along.
<span style="font-weight:400">All through dinner, I see Summer staring at Felicia’s crotch with such a hungry look, her steak must feel jealous. Once they’re done eating, I quickly soundproof the tent and shoo them away while I take the first watch.
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<span style="font-weight:400">My soundproofing ward cut out after an hour. I had assumed, falsely in hindsight, that an hour would be plenty of time for Felicia to… ahem… seed the Summer crops.
<span style="font-weight:400">Okay, that was a bad euphemism. Let’s try that again. I had assumed an hour would be long enough for Felicia to… um… plow Summer’s fields? Better, but not quite right.
<span style="font-weight:400">You know what, I’lle back to that. The issue is that they are still going and it’s been two hours. At this rate, Felicia’s only going to get some sleep after she gets off her watch when she should have gotten some after getting off Summer.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sorry, I’m done… wait...
<span style="font-weight:400">Who the fuck am I apologizing to?
<span style="font-weight:400">I nce at Willow. “You don’t care, do you?”
<span style="font-weight:400">She pointedly ignores me as she seems to be trying to sleep.
<span style="font-weight:400">Yeah, I don’t me you.
<span style="font-weight:400">I kind of hope something happens because, spoiler alert, standing watch is just as fucking boring as the shitty multi-hour hike had been!
<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">…
<span style="font-weight:400">Nothing? Really!? I’d been hoping that by tempting fate, that maybe something would happen.
<span style="font-weight:400">Ugh. The worst part of it all? It’s that I’m honestly curious about how it feels.
<span style="font-weight:400">Now, don’t get me wrong, I know what it’s like to get ramrodded by a hoagie, but that was butt stuff and it was pretty much sexual assault under a thin veneer of coerced consent.
<span style="font-weight:400">What Felicia and Summer are doing SO VERY LOUDLY is something beautiful… if loud. And if I can’t beat them… maybe I should join them?
<span style="font-weight:400">So it’s with hesitant, nervous steps that I move towards the tent and slowly move the tent’s door out of the way.
<span style="font-weight:400">The first thing I see is Felicia’s gorgeous ass as she has Summer bent over the bed while she thrusts her massive member into my blonde girlfriend’s backside. I’m a little caught off guard by the admittedly hot as fuck scene.
<span style="font-weight:400">I open my mouth to make some suavement that’ll get both mydies ready for a third yer, but the only thing thates out is, “So… ying cornhole in here?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Fuck. My. Life.
<h3 style="text-align:center"><span style="font-weight:400">End Chapter 25