excerpt from the Athendroyln After Dark Anthology by Annika Sage Ellis

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Contains: satyr/centaur, trans4trans, size difference kink, size queen kink, fingering, handjobs, oral sex, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, nipple play, teasing, begging, praise, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism

Dysphoria warning: There is a trans man and a trans woman in this short story. The trans man’s genitals are referred to with these words: t-dick, ”little cock”, cunt, hole, folds, cervix. The trans woman’s genitals are referred to with these words: cock, dick, balls, shaft, head. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria.

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Harlan sat at the only open table at this entire party, if he had to guess, watching his frat brother’s backyard get absolutely trashed. It wasn’t his first one by any stretch, but it was one of his first times sitting on the sidelines of any party he was invited to, abstaining from his classmates’ vices. And boy, were there a lot of vices.

Getting a spot by the pool gave him a great angle of the debauchery taking place. He spotted four different couples and at least one threesome splashing around, and taking advantage of the satyr-heavy population’s lack of social modesty. It didn’t stop anyone from jumping into the water, to cheer them on or join the action themselves. Plenty of party-goers were making use of the wide array of potions provided at what passed for a bar. Even more were mixing it with mundane alcohol to create a new and exciting hangover tomorrow. The speakers were inside the house, but the sliding glass doors were wide open to let every note thump out into the yard. And it wasn’t even eight o’clock.

He wasn’t quite wistful, but Harlan did have to catch himself every time he thought about getting a hit of whatever they were brewing inside. There was a reason he planted his cloven hooves outside, where there was relatively more space, and wasn’t nearly as crowded as the dance floor inside. And it was worth it to hold off today—for her sake.

He checked his phone again, just to make sure he hasn’t missed a message. His last text was from half an hour ago. Harlan tugged his short beard, a bit nervous. She was late.

“Harlan, dude, there you are!”

He looked up to see two of his frat brothers, Jet and Darus, trotting closer, dodging other partiers on their way. Darus held a vial of something purple and shimmery over his head so he wouldn’t spill it. Not that it would have mattered, since his auburn and white patched fur was already matted down with something. Jet was clean—his solid white legs would have made it very obvious—but Harlan was almost positive he had a shirt on when they got here. Neither of them looked wasted, but it was only a matter of time.

“Dude,” Jet said, grabbing his shoulder, “Chaq is inside and he’s about to dunk his head in the entire cauldron of the potion of lunacy, you’ve gotta come see.”

“It’s gonna be so sick,” Darus added, white forelock dangling past his horns into his face.

“Tempting,” Harlan said, and it did sound hilarious, “but I’m gonna stick around here, you guys go ahead.”

Jet shoved him a little. “What’s with you, man? Have you even gotten in the pool or anything?"

"I’m binding today.” Harlan opened one side of his yellow button-down, revealing the peach-colored enchanted binder underneath. “Sooo, no, I haven’t.”

Darus handed him the shimmery vial. “At least have a drink.”

He shoved it away. “I’m waiting until Yvonne gets here, I told you. I want to make sure she’s comfortable before I get trashed.”

They gave each other a look. “Yeah,” Darus said. “About that. She’s not here.”

“She said she was running late. She had to get her shoes changed today and there was a line or something.”

Jet sighed and folded his arms. “I don’t want to be an asshole, but—”

Harlan put his face in his hands, flattening his ears against his head. “Not this again, you’re killing me.”

“It’s a little suspicious!”

“Don’t fucking do this to me, Jet.”

“Like, come on, how long have you been together and we’ve never even seen a picture of her.”

He popped up, indignant. “She asked me not to! What, should I just ignore what she’s comfortable with?”

“Obviously not,” Darus said, “but what kind of centaur—what kind of Clydesdale isn’t cool with that?”

“He’s got a point,” Jet agreed.

Harlan swerved around his corkscrew horns to run his fingers through his auburn hair. He contemplated ripping it out. “Look, guys. She’s shy. I’ve told you that a hundred times. We’ve been talking about it, and she’s going to be here, today, because she said she felt ready.”

“Sure, sure. But she’s late.”

“Do you guys really think I would pretend to have a girlfriend for this long? Just to—to, what, make you think I have a girlfriend?”

They looked at each other again.

“I mean, kinda.”

“Yeah, it’s not that hard to imagine.”

Harlan was this close to headbutting them both. “Go fuck yourselves, like actually.”

They both laughed at his expense, and Darus took one of the empty chairs for himself. “There’s no shame in admitting it! I couldn’t pull a centaur, Jet definitely can’t pull a centaur—”

Jet pouted. “Rude.”

“—so you have nothing to fear! We’re all in this together.”

But Harlan wasn’t listening, staring right over his head. A grin slowly spread across his face, and he rose with triumph out of his seat. Jet caught on first, and smacked Darus’ arm to get him to turn around. Both were at risk of their eyes popping out of their skulls.

Squeezing through the open glass doors, Yvonne made her way into the yard, a Clydesdale centaur with a beautiful bay and tobiano pattern. The white marks on her legs nearly reached the splash of white on her horse belly. The same pattern continued on her hands up to her elbows, before meeting the rest of her warm brown skin. Her long black hair was done in goddess braids, with one forelock a shock of white, and her tail swung in one thick braid. She glanced around, clearly anxious, until Harlan raised his hand to wave. She brightened and waved back.

“If you’ll excuse me, gents,” Harlan said, letting his satisfaction drip off every word while his friends picked their jaws up off the floor. He trotted off to meet Yvonne with a skip in his step.

That kind of petty revenge was short lived, though. The closer he got to Yvonne, the less he cared about showing up his friends, and the more he cared about being with her. Harlan weaved in and out of partiers, hopped over chairs, and interrupted a few make-outs on his way.

“Hey, you made it,” he greeted, as soon as she was in earshot.

“Hi,” Yvonne replied, pawing the ground with one of her hooves. “I’m sorry I’m so late, there’s not usually a wait at my farrier’s place.”

“Forget about it, you’re here now.”

She shyly tucked a braid behind her ear and shrugged. “Okay, if you’re sure.”

“When am I not sure, baby?”

Yvonne bit her lip in that way he loved, and stretched her arms down toward him. He took her hands and beamed up at her and… sort of forgot what he was doing. The most coherent thought he had was that the dress draped across her human half matched her saddlebags, both a bright, dandelion yellow with little white flowers. If anyone was behind him, they would have seen his short, feathery tail wagging.

“You’re wearing the new dress,” he said.

“Is it okay?” She turned to look over her withers at the saddlebags. “I remember you said satyr couples wear the same color, so I made sure I put this one today.”

“It’s perfect. You look beautiful.”

Yvonne nodded a bit stiffly, taking a heavy breath out. Harlan squeezed her hands.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

She glanced around. “It’s loud. And crowded.”

“This is as good as it’s gonna get. Are you sure you want to stay?”

She closed her eyes and exhaled again, but this time, it was determined. “Yes. I can do this.”

“That’s my girl.”

Harlan tugged her arms—because he couldn’t get anywhere near her face, even on the very tips of his hooves—and she bent down for a kiss, in more ways than one. Yvonna knelt on her front two legs to get close enough to cup his face, and he held her as close as their angle would allow. When they parted, he traced the white blaze that ran up the bridge of her nose.

“Do you want to meet the guys?” he asked. “They were just over there sitting with me.”

“Sure, okay.”

Harlan led the way back to their table, but didn’t have to weave his way through the crowd this time. Instead, the party-goers parted for them, as Yvonne handed out soft apologies to everyone who stumbled back in surprise. He wished she wouldn’t—but that was a hurdle to overcome another time.

Jet and Darus were exactly where he’d left them, muttering to each other with their ears tilted unsubtly in their direction. Harlan cleared his throat and they both jumped.

“Boys,” he said, gesturing up, “this is Yvonne, she was able to make it after all. Yvonne, this is Jet and Darus.” He pointed to each of them in turn.

“Hi,” Yvonne said, with a little wave. “It’s so nice to finally meet you both, but I am a little embarrassed it’s taken this long.” Before Harlan could comfort her, both Jet and Darus spluttered their own consolations.

“Psssh, it’s whatever!”

“Nah, don’t even worry about it, it’s cool.” Jet gestured vaguely at Harlan. “Harlan, he’s like—he never shuts up about you, so—”

“Yeah, seriously,” Darus interrupted, “so we’re both excited, too! That you made it!”

Harlan relished his petty revenge again, unsure if he’d ever seen either of them so off balance. He avoided complaining to Yvonne that his friends didn’t think she existed, because he knew it would make her feel terrible, and he stood by that decision. Her feelings were more important than his ego. Watching them scramble was merely an added bonus.

“Why don’t you sit down?” he offered to Yvonne. “There’s a lot of space back here.”

“Oh, sure,” she said, kicking the grass a little. “As long as you all don’t mind staying outside? I don’t think I’d fit anywhere in the house.”

“Relax,” Harlan said, before his friends could fumble their way into doing it for him. “It’s a nice day, and we’re all out here anyway.”

“Yeah, I love being outside,” Jet lied.

“Nothing cool happens inside anyway,” Darus agreed, also lying.

A short distance away, one of the adventurous folks in the pool had a screaming orgasm. All four of them instinctively whipped around, and saw a naiad with another satyr literally drowning between her pussy. She lifted a shaky, watery hand and mouthed Sorry! They waved back to accept her apology, laughing to break the tension.

“Oh my,” Yvonna breathed, looking away with a hand on her chest.

“Like I said,” Harlan continued, “this is where the party’s at.”

He handed the chair he’d been sitting in to Jet to make room for Yvonne to sit down in the grass. She buckled all four of her legs, tucking her two front hooves underneath her and resting on one hip. At this height, Harlan was just tall enough to rest his head on her bicep—and he did, being careful not to poke her with his horns.

“May I?” he asked.

“Go ahead!” she replied, and waved him on.

Harlan hopped up to sit on her withers, where he was now tall enough to put his chin on her shoulder. Jet and Darus had gotten over being shocked and skipped right to exchanging impressed glances, but it didn’t dampen his mood any. He casually folded his arms around her waist, but froze when she sat up a little straighter.

“Too much?” he asked, ready to pull back.

“N-no, it’s fine,” she insisted, patting his arms to keep them where they were. He kept them there, but decided to keep one ear up for any changes.

“So, I hope this isn’t weird,” Jet said, and Harlan braced himself, “but I’ve never actually seen a Clydesdale before—I mean, I’ve barely seen any centaurs, period. Are you from here, or…?”

“Oh, no, my herd is from way up north, near the mountains,” Yvonne replied. “I’ve only been in Athendrolyn for a couple years.”

“Wow, that’s far. Why’d you move?”

“Well, it’s a lot harder to transition when you’re constantly moving around, and the herd physician has to split resources between thirty other people, so—” She shrugged to finish the statement. “Here I am instead.”

Darus snapped his fingers. “Oh, right because you two met at the clinic, right?”

“Yep!” She squished her cheek into Harlan’s face, and he returned the favor.

“I can’t believe you remembered that,” Harlan said.

“Why wouldn’t I remember that?”

“Because you’re also the guy who asked why I never told you about ‘my sister’ when I showed you old family photos.”

“Ha!” Jet smacked his arm. “I remember that!”

“One time!” Darus wagged an angry finger. “Literally once!”

“You didn’t tell me that story,” Yvonne said, stifling her own laughter.

“Please don’t tell her that story.”

“Too late!” Harlan declared. “We’re telling the story!”

He took a few minutes to embarrass his friend, but from there, they had plenty more to talk about. Fraternity hijinks, horror stories from their classes, how much they were dreading exam season. Yvonne listened politely, as always, and even bonded with Darus over their matching forelocks, but every so often Harlan felt her shift uncomfortably. He tried to slyly ask her if she needed anything when they had a lapse in conversation. She insisted she was fine, but he had a feeling something was up.

It was her first time at a big party, after all. Harlan believed her when she said she wanted to be here, but it wouldn’t be a surprise if her social anxiety was killing the mood. She frequently glanced around at the rest of the outdoor partygoers, especially the horny ones splashing around in the pool. Harlan had been to so many of these that the sexual cacophony was more or less ambient noise he could tune out, but for Yvonne? Not so much.

He was just on the cusp of asking her outright if anything was wrong when someone came tearing out of the house, yelling and whooping and wearing a lampshade with their horns punched through it. A small crowd followed them out, some brandishing their phones with glee, and others looking close to calling the fire department. All four of them watched in slow motion as the crazed partier did a flying leap into the pool… and landed with a sickeningly loud splat! right on their belly. Everyone around the yard did a collective wince.

“Aaaand that’s gotta be Chaq,” Darus concluded.

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Harlan asked.

“The entire cauldron of lunacy, if I had to guess.”

“Is he alright?” Yvonne asked, both hands pressed to her forehead in shock.

Jet sighed and pushed to his hooves. “I guess we have to go fish him out and see. Come on, Darus.”

“Wait, what? Why do I have to go?”

“You were the one who wanted to see him do it in the first place.”

Darus groaned, but stood up. “Fine, fine, whatever.”

“I can help too, if you need,” Harlan offered.

“Nah, you two stay here,” Jet said, waving them off. “We’ll be right back.”

“Probably,” Darus added.

Two of them trotted off. The rest of the yard started to congregate around the pool to inspect the damage. Even the exhibitionists had stopped to let Chaq’s buddies excavate him from his own bad decisions. The thumping party music sounded wildly out of place.

“I hope he’ll be okay,” Yvonne said, worrying with the end of one of her braids.

“He’ll be fine,” Harlan reassured her. “Chaq is kind of… bizarre. He does this a lot.”

“That sounds unsafe.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, it sure can be.”

A moment of silence lapsed. Yvonne dropped her braid to toy with his fingers instead. He nibbled her shoulder, and she giggled. He marked the spot with a kiss.

“I’m proud of you,” he said, “for coming out here tonight.”

She ducked her head. “Thank you. I… I’m happy I did.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your friends are really nice.” She twisted her fingers up by her head. “And you all have the cute curly horns.”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “Why are they cute? You never explained why you think it’s cute.”

“I don’t know!” She waved her hands around, searching for an answer. “I don’t know, it’s like they’re made of candy. Or something.”

“That’s adorable and it doesn’t make any sense.”

“It does!”

“Whatever you say.” He squished his cheek into her shoulder. “Did you… notice if theirs were longer than mine?”

She folded her hands over his gently. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, I can never tell if my horns pass enough.”

“Well… I didn’t notice a huge difference. But even if I did, it wouldn’t make you any less of a billy goat, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s just… hard to stop thinking about sometimes.”

“I know.” She tugged at the skirt of her dress. “I really like this outfit, but I think it was made for people with more—you know.” She cupped her palms up by her chest, where the fabric sat almost flat against her.

“I don’t think it’s a big deal. You still look amazing in it.”

“I guess not. But I feel like it hangs a bit loose.” She plucked it a few times.

“Maybe you can get it tailored.”

“Maybe.” She sighed. “I just wish I could… fill it out on my own.”

“I’ll give you mine, if you want.”

Yvonne laughed, just like he hoped she would. Harlan gave her a full hug from behind, and she sighed comfortably, leaning back until her head was on his shoulder. Despite meaning everything he said, Harlan did notice that the bust of the dress left a gap she couldn’t accommodate—and that gap let him stare right down her chest.

“You know,” he said, “I think you might have grown a little.”

“Really?” She sounded earnest, and then folded her arms when she realized where he was looking. “You can’t possibly tell from that angle.”

“Maybe you’re right.” He mouthed a soft line up her neck. Her whole body shivered, against and underneath him. “I guess I’ll have to check later.”

“You can now.”

His eyebrows shot up to his horns. “Now? Are you sure?”

Yvonne bit her lip and whined, nodding into his neck. And… well, fuck, how was he supposed to say no to that?

Harlan pushed aside her curtain of braids, unzipped the back of her dress, and snuck his hands underneath. He took a moment to feel her back, her sides, slide across her ribs—go everywhere except where she wanted him, basically.

“C’mon,” she pouted, twisting her human torso to try and cheat her way there.

“Come on what?” he asked. It was a tease, sure, but also another chance for her to back off. She’d never been so touchy in public before, much less horny in public. He wasn’t sure what to do.

Yvonne told him outright, “Please, play with my tits, pretty please.”

He did as she asked, grabbing both of her breast buds and massaging them with his hands. She sighed hotly and openly, the picture of erotic relief. Harlan pressed her hard nipples against his palms, rolling them in tiny circles, and kissed up and down her neck some more. She squirmed for him, soft whimpers escaping her plush lips. When he caught one between his fingers and pinched, she moaned right into his ear.

At this point, Harlan felt his t-dick throbbing and was worried about leaving a wet spot on her back. More importantly, though, he could not believe this was happening. Yvonne had a hard enough time working up to coming to this party all, and now they were jumping right to public foreplay? It wasn’t the craziest thing Harlan had ever done, but for her, it was astounding.

Still, he couldn’t resist giving her what she wanted when she was clearly so desperate for it. Already she was panting heavily, little chest heaving under his hands. Harlan pinched and rolled both her nipples, hard. She gasped and her whole body writhed, including the part he was sitting on. Harlan grabbed her tits for dear life as she shifted her weight, nearly throwing him off.

“S-sorry, I’m sorry,” she breathed.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said. He had to move his hands to readjust, and took the opportunity to ask, “Hey, uh, not that I’m complaining, but what’s gotten into you today?”

“Uhm, well…” Yvonne shifted in place, like she’d been doing the whole time. “When I started estrogen, my doctor warned me that eventually, I’d develop an estrous cycle during the spring like other mares. And, uh, I think it’s. Happening. Today.”

A lightning bolt shot straight down his spine. “Oh.”

“I didn’t want to mention it, because I hoped I’d be able to ignore it. But there were all those people, h-having sex over there.” She mashed her face into her hands. “And it even made me late.”

“What do you mean? I thought your farrier made you late.”

“I—I lied. I didn’t want to leave the house because I was—” She wiggled around again. “I was really, really hard, and I couldn’t just go out in public like that, so I had to—to touch myself first.” A small whimper. “A couple times. Just to make it go away.”

Harlan was definitely leaving a wet spot on her back. “You should have just called me, baby, I would have helped you out.”

She uncovered her face just enough to look back at him. “Y-you sort of did. I thought about you, so…”

It was too much to bear. Harlan launched himself forward to lock lips, and after one surprised squeal, she returned his passion. He scrambled to any position that would let him keep kissing her, biting her lip, tasting her mouth. The fur between his legs was matted down from his cunt, his tail was going nuts, and above anything he needed to fuck Yvonne right now.

“I can help out a third time,” he breathed, “if you need to come again.”

She nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, I really need to.”

“Right here?”

“Uh…”

They both took the opportunity to look around. The sun was just starting to set, casting an orangey glow on everything in the yard, and he saw colorful fairy lights bouncing inside the house. The shocked crowd had more or less dispersed, but Jet, Darus, and Chaq were nowhere to be seen. Harlan spied a few couples still using the pool to spice up their sex lives, so nobody would be bothered seeing them fuck out here in the open. Yvonne chewed on her bottom lip.

“Can we go back there?” she asked, pointing across the yard.

A runway of grass stretched beyond their ability to see, hiding behind the far side of the house. It didn’t look like anyone was over there. It was far past the party, and they might even have a buffer from the music.

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed.

Yvonne stood up without warning, and he had to grab her to stay balanced again. Moving with urgent grace, Yvonne trotted across the yard, bouncing him all the way. Each step ground his t-dick against her back, and there was nothing that could have stopped his horny mouth from talking.

“Seeing those people in the pool turned you on, huh?” he teased, trying not to moan every time she took a step.

“Y-yeah, a little,” she said, in a way that he knew meant a lot. “I’ve never seen so many people do that and I—” She lost her rhythm and stumbled. “I really wanted to keep watching.”

Harlan felt his brain melt into a little puddle. “That’s really fucking hot.”

Her last few steps were awkward, but it didn’t stop her from making a beeline for their hideaway. She got down in the grass and let Harlan slide off her back before rolling over herself. All four of her big, feathered hooves in the air, belly exposed to the sky, Harlan caught a glimpse of her cock, unsheathed and rock hard. Only a glimpse, because she yanked him down by the shirt.

She crushed their mouths together and Harlan could only return the favor. Feverish with want, he slipped the sleeves off her dress and pulled it down to expose her chest. He got back to what he was doing earlier: pinching, rolling, and adding his mouth to suck on her nipples. Yvonne was open mouthed and gasping in seconds, hardly able to make a sound.

While he worked her tits, Harlan still felt himself reeling from her confession. She’d been getting off on watching those people, right underneath him. All those nerves he thought she had was her desperately seeking relief from her brand-new hormone cycle. Was she a voyeur? Was she an exhibitionist? Both? Was it a product of the estrous alone? Whatever the answer, he thought he’d make himself come just thinking about it. He’d let Yvonne watch him do anything, with anybody, any day of the week, if that’s what she was into. He’d fuck her while she watched someone else get fucked, give her pleasure while she took pleasure in others.

He sobbed a moan into her chest, positive he was dripping wet. Yvonne took his face in her hands and dragged him up to kiss her again. All he could do was pant into her mouth, so desperate he didn’t even care.

Yvonne separated, lips shiny with saliva. “Can I see you?”

“Yeah,” he panted. “Sure, yeah.”

Harlan scooted over, plopped back on his ass, and spread his legs. He knew he was wet, and now they both could see it. She rolled onto her side, propped up on one elbow for a better angle, and ran her fingers through the fur on the inside of his thighs. He shivered.

“Wait,” she said. “I think you got bigger.”

“You think so?” He tried to stick his head down to see.

“Look, I think it’s different.”

Yvonne ran a finger down his engorged t-dick, and he moaned so hard he bleated. He clamped his jaw shut, but it was too late. She put a hand over her mouth, but he could tell she was smiling underneath.

“Sorry,” he said, trying to laugh it off.

“No, don’t be. I think it’s sweet.”

She stroked with her finger again, and he dropped his head back in pleasure. When it was clear she was doing the right thing, Yvonne got bolder, dipping two fingers into his cunt to steal some of his wetness to stroke him faster. He moaned and fisted the grass under his hands. When she moved her fingers in a V-shape on either side of his little cock, he fell back onto his elbows. His head spun with bliss, already so far gone and they’d barely touched each other.

“Th-that feels fucking amazing,” he moaned, forcing himself up on one hand to look at her. “You’re so fucking good.”

Yvonne smiled, excited to be praised, and dove forward into his fur. Harlan gasped at the feeling of soft lips kissing his t-dick. She used her hand to keep his folds apart, took the whole thing in her mouth, and gave him a  gentle suck. Harlan groaned, eyes falling shut in his lust. When he managed to open them again, Yvonne was already looking up at him. Working her tongue in warm, wet circles, she fluttered her lashes. Harlan laughed breathily—he knew what she wanted.

“Look at how pretty you are,” he sighed, and felt her whimper into his cunt. “You’re such a pretty girl, Yvonne, and you look even better with your mouth full.”

She whined, desperate, and sucked again. Harlan moaned, but kept his composure to rub her cheek.

“Good girl,” he praised. “You’re a very good girl.”

Yvonne buried her face in his thigh and moaned, devastated. She kicked her back leg over and over, gasping into his fur. Harlan knew what that meant too, and watched as she tried to get any sort of friction on her cock. He almost drooled watching it bounce against her belly, rocking with the desperate rhythm of her leg. It was so wanton, so hopeless, he couldn’t resist moving on to the main event.

“You’re so good, I almost forgot why we’re back here,” he said, nudging her head away.

“But,” she protested, “don’t you want to—?”

Harlan crawled forward and kissed her silent, licking the taste of himself off her lips. He rolled her onto her back again, stroking a hand down her body as far as he could reach.

“I’ll definitely come from getting you off,” he told her. “Promise.”

Yvonne swallowed hard and whimpered. “Okay.”

Harlan staggered to his hooves. He raked his fingers through his thigh fur on the way down to Yvonne’s cock—the fact that he needed to walk there, even if it wasn’t very far, always made him shiver. Both her back legs were bent at the hock and spread wide, putting her on full display for him. Harlan ducked under her leg and made sure not to step on her braided tail as he took up his favorite spot: right behind her cock, so she could watch everything he did.

Yvonne’s dick was longer than his arm. Large, prominent veins ran up and down the shaft, and he knew if he touched one, he’d feel the pulse keeping it thick and hot. The head was wider than the rest of it, with a prominent rim and flared ends. At the other end, her shaft was cushioned by the wrinkled skin of her sheath, and her balls dangled in front of him enticingly. Too heavy to stand upright on its own, her cock rested against her belly, waiting to be touched.

He had no choice but to oblige. Harlan sighed hotly, and ran his palm from root to tip, savoring the smooth, warm skin. Yvonne gasped and arched her back, crumpling her dress in her fists. He leaned a little forward, grabbing her shaft with both hands and stroking her. She moaned, loud, much louder than he expected. Harlan kept going, aching to hear more. She whimpered and squirmed under his hands.

“More,” she begged. “More, I need it, more.”

Harlan bent over and licked the very edge of her sheath. She cried out in ecstasy, and there was no way that the rest of the party was ignorant to them now. Shocked, all he could do was keep going, stroking and lapping at her cock, out in the open.

The next time his hands went up, they came away with a sticky, transparent sheen. A steady stream of thick pre-cum flowed from her tip, dripping down her belly, and now all down her shaft. Harlan reached up to rub her head for more, stroking faster with the added slick. Yvonne keened and—his favorite thing—her massive cock twitched. The muscle jumped under his hands, throbbing with pleasure. Harlan shivered head to toe, at risk of bleating again.

It was no secret how much he loved her size. Yvonne insisted she was average for a centaur, maybe even a bit below average, but she was still bigger than every minotaur Harlan had ever fucked, combined. And it wasn’t just her dick, it was everything. Her hooves were bigger than dinner plates. She had to duck under every doorframe, even the ones built for centaurs. Harlan wasn’t short for a satyr, but next to her, he was tiny. And he loved it.

Every time they fucked, he did his best to gratify every inch of her. With both hands, mouth, grinding on her, using his entire body, whatever got the job done. He wanted to fill her gorgeous cock with pleasure and let it boil over into the rest of her. From the end of her tail to the tips of her fingers, he wanted her entire body, easily ten times his size, to tremble with bliss. That’s how he’d know he did a good job.

Maybe it was the estrous cycle, but Yvonne was already satisfying that desire for him. Her hind legs were tense trying not to kick, but her front legs had no such responsibility, failing wildly as he stroked her. She was at risk of tearing her brand-new dress right off, jerking it in every direction. If she wasn’t already on the ground, her head would have been thrown back in ecstasy, moans and whimpers tumbling out like they weren’t at a house party. Harlan had long since forgotten to worry about her anxiety, stroking her cock with renewed enthusiasm.

“H-Harlan!” she cried, her first coherent word in ages. “I want you, so much.”

“I’m right here, I’m giving it to you,” he soothed, stroking down hard. Wrong answer. She shook her head wildly. He laughed a little. “You’ve gotta tell me what you want, then.”

“More.”

“More what?”

She nearly sobbed, throwing her arms over her face. “Fuck me, please, I want to be inside you so much. Please, please fuck me!”

He had to stop to catch his breath. It was crazy to see her like this—so completely shameless. It was hard to believe this was the same centaur who apologized for walking, who always put everyone else’s comfort above her needs. But here she was, writhing in the grass of someone else’s yard, begging to be fucked, without a care in the world for who noticed.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I can do that.”

The sound she made was so grateful, he had to stop himself from racing down to kiss her. Harlan scrambled around to sit on her belly, his back turned to Yvonne now, and her cock staring him head on. It was shiny and throbbing from his work, the flowing pre-cum making her body slippery. Harlan scooted down, and leaned back slowly, spreading his legs wide.

“Please hurry,” she whined.

“I know, baby, I’m almost there.” Harlan cupped the head of her cock, tracing the rim. “You’re gonna be so deep inside me, I promise.”

She exhaled shakily. He used his pre-cum soaked hands to wet his cunt, and finger himself a little to prepare for what was coming. Then, slowly, he pushed Yvonne inside him.

The head was always the most difficult part to take. It was not made for a hole as small as his, and Harlan felt it every time. He exhaled deeply to make as much room for it as possible, pressing it inside a little at a time. A hot gush of her pre-cum spilled over his cunt.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his own little cock throbbing now.

“Are you okay?” Yvonne asked. She was still herself after all.

“I’m fine, just relax.”

Harlan took his own advice and took another deep breath. With the added slick, he was able to pop the head of her cock inside him. And immediately gasp, cunt stretched so wide already. He felt the flared rim pushing against his insides. It almost hurt to take so much of her, and it was just the head.

“Fucking fuck,” he swore, trying to catch his breath.

“Harlan?” Yvonna called, more than a little worried.

“I’m okay.” He scraped his teeth over his bottom lip and whimpered. The rest of Yvonne’s cock stretched out before him. “You’re so fucking big.”

Behind him, he heard a thump, like she’d collapsed back into the grass. “Y-you’re really, really tight.”

That was all the motivation he needed. Harlan took her shaft and guided more of it inside. Smaller and smoother than her head, the shaft was easier to take, but it was still massive. He had his mouth hanging open in a silent moan the whole time, filling himself with more and more and more of her cock, but there was still so much more left. When the head of her cock tapped his cervix, he writhed in pleasure, moaning like he’d never been fucked in his life. In the end, he hadn’t even taken half.

“I-I can’t fit anymore,” he gasped. “I’m so full, I’m so full of your cock, baby.”

Yvonne choked on air. “F-f-ahh-nn!”

Harlan moved by grabbing her sides and pushing. He felt every inch of the dick that slid out, and didn’t make it very far before pulling himself back down. They moaned together, completely crazed with lust. He continued at that slow pace, all he could manage, but it was plenty for both of them.

Yvonne had gone perfectly still for his sake, no more thrashing around. But he felt her breathing hard underneath him, her belly heaving as he fucked himself on her cock. Feeling her move—he wished he had a free hand he could rub himself off, but it took everything he had to hold on. He had no choice but to surrender himself to the feeling of being so full he thought he’d burst. He watched the miniscule amount he’d managed to fit inside disappear into his cunt, and compared it to the rest left over. He whimpered at the thought of more.

There was no way it was possible to fit more of her inside him, and he knew that. Not unless he was fine with a few ruptured organs. But fuck, it would be incredible. If he could take all of Yvonne and truly fuck himself on her entire cock, fuck her as deeply and thoroughly as she fucked him, there would be go going back. He might not ever do anything else. Every spring, he’d fuck her until she screamed and begged and came as many times as she needed to satisfy her estrous for the day. And then he’d do it again the next day.

His legs trembled, but he had to go faster. He yanked himself up and down, not wanting to hurt her, but fuck, he needed this. He needed Yvonne so badly, he needed to pound himself on her cock, to take as much of it as he possibly could.

“I love you,” he rasped. “I love you so much, I love how you feel, I wish we could stay like this. Fuck.”

“I—” Yvonne tried, voice broken and shaky. “I—Ha—”

He laughed dizzily. “It’s okay, if you can’t—”

“I—I’m gonna come!”

Harlan was just pulling her back out when it happened. Her cock twitched and burst inside his cunt, flooding him with her cum. He absolutely couldn’t take it anymore.

He didn’t even pull her out before furiously jerking off his t-dick. Neglected for so long, it didn’t take long for him to start bucking and moaning into his own hand. His cunt was slippery enough that he didn’t need any help, but if he needed any, cum leaked out the side of his hole in abundance.

Yvonne’s cock shrunk enough to pop out on its own. He gasped at the loss, but moaned for a different reason. Like a popped cork, all of her cum spilled out at once. It drenched his fur, drenched her stomach, and it felt endless.

Harlan arched his back and came hard. There was nothing that could have driven him over the edge faster, and he laid there for what felt like minutes, waves of ecstasy crashing over his mind and rippling through his shaking body.

It felt deathly quiet when he came back to himself. The evening had turned to a definitive night, stars twinkling above. The party music was still going on, somewhere. The only sound he cared about was Yvonne’s breathing, her belly still gently moving him up and down.

“That was awesome,” he concluded.

Yvonne laughed, groggy from her own orgasm. “Mhmm.”

He sighed, content. “I don’t really want to go back to the party.”

“Mm. Me neither.”

“Do you want to just go back to your place? Watch a movie or something?”

“That sounds nice.“

“Or we can go for round two?”

“Umm.” Harlan couldn’t see her, but he knew she was biting her lip. “I’ll think about it.”

He smiled into the starry night. “Whatever you need.”

excerpt from the Athendroyln After Dark Anthology by Annika Sage Ellis

Full prompt list for the Anthology Blast

Tips are appreciated!

Contains: dom/sub dynamics, fellatio, hair-pulling, face-fucking, degradation, bondage, name calling, coming untouched, aftercare, injury from sex

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The neck brace was uncomfortable, but not nearly as much as the breathing tubes had been. Yatur savored his limited freedom as the elvish nurse checked him over yet again. He sat as still as possible, trying to stare down his nose at his tusks to entertain himself while she monitored the healing spells doing their work on his injured throat. The display next to his hospital bed made a few beeping sounds and showed a dozen graphs he couldn’t begin the parse.

“It looks like everything’s coming along smoothly,” the nurse said. She flipped a switch on the display, returning it to a normal heart monitor. “All your internal thaumaturgic levels are stabilizing and there’s no sign of over-healing.”

“That’s a relief,” Yatur said, but he hadn’t been worried. Maybe it was the painkillers, but he felt fine. “Am I clear to go, or…?”

“I’ll check with the doctor, but we’ll probably want to keep you until the last of those spells leave your system, just in case.”

“Is there a still a risk of over-healing?”

“Not immediately, but if there’s any additional trauma to the area, it might work itself into overdrive at the last second.” She shrugged. “It’s rare, but better to be safe than sorry.”

Yatur tried not to make a face. He’d been hoping to go home today. “Gotcha, thanks.”

“I have to be with another patient, but if there’s anything else—”

A different beep came from the door. The nurse went to check it out, leaving Yatur alone in his bed. He awkwardly swung his entire upper body toward the door, curious, but his eyes pulled him toward his bedside table instead. A tall bouquet of yellow flowers, as fresh as they day they’d been delivered, sat in their enchanted vase. He smiled fondly.

“It looks like you have a visitor,” the nurse called back. “Your partner, Orakh?”

“Send him in,” Yatur said.

She opened the door wide and Orakh shuffled in. Despite his impressive stature and stocky body, he managed to look exactly like a kid coming off a time-out. Yatur would have shook his head if he could move it at all.

“I’ll come see you after I’ve followed-up with the doctor,” the nurse said, “and they’ll let you know when you’re discharged.”

“Thank you,” Yatur said, waving.

“Uh, thanks,” Orakh mumbled.

The door shut and they were alone. Orakh came to the bedside and sat in the visitor’s chair, hunching apologetically. Yatur extended a hand, and held it there until he took it. His lighter green fingers in Yatur’s forest-colored palm, everything was exactly as it should be again. Except—

“I’m so sorry,” Orakh said.

“Stop apologizing,” Yatur ordered. “That’s eleven times now.”

“What else am I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know, something interesting? I’ve been so bored for the last three days.”

“I can’t believe you’re saying that.”

“Are you? Really?”

He rolled his eyes and sighed. “No, not really, but it’s ridiculous that you aren’t taking this more seriously.”

“I’m fine! The surgery went off without a hitch, and I’m—”

“You needed surgery!”

“And it’ll be the funniest story about a scar I’ll ever tell in my life.”

Orakh let go of his hand to bury his face in his palms. “Don’t make this a thing, please.”

Yatur shifted his entire body to lean over and ruffle his hair. “Aren’t you a little proud?”

“No?” He looked up, baffled. “Why would I be proud of this?”

“Why not? I mean, come on, it’s not like you did it on purpose.”

“Exactly.” Orakh put his head back in his hands. “That is exactly why I’m not proud of this.”

Yatur sighed a little, petting him more gently. He hated seeing Orakh like this, especially because Yatur hadn’t been angry even for a second, but it made sense that he would be more torn up about their little accident. He was always so careful, there was no way he didn’t feel responsible. Though, to be fair, their night had started off perfectly...

 

 

Yatur was on his knees, wrists bound to his ankles by cuffs and chains, achingly hard. Worse still, he hadn’t been allowed to take his clothes off, his cock pressing near-painfully against the front of his jeans. Right now, there was only one thing he was allowed to do.

Orakh yanked his hair hard. “Open up, slut.”

Already gasping, Yatur dropped his mouth as far as he could, starry-eyed from the fist Orakh held him still with. Staring up at his naked body—fat chest, protruding belly, thick thighs, and heavy arms, dusted with dark hair—Yatur could only whimper as his equally fat cock slid into his mouth.

It always shocked him how he could feel Orakh squeeze past his tusks, almost too thick to fit between them. He tried to squirm forward, desperate, but Orakh kept his head on a slow course all the way down. Inch by inch, he filled up Yatur’s mouth, threatened to fill up his throat entirely, drowning him in cock. Until, finally, his nose hit the front of his belly, and he stopped. Saliva already dribbled out from the corners of his mouth. He wished he could breathe in to smell his musk.

“Look at you,” Orakh sneered. “What a whore. Do you drool on every cock as soon as you get a whiff?” He slowly pulled Yatur away from his dick, all the way until the tip pressed against his bottom lip. “Or is it just mine?”

“Yours,” Yatur sighed, tongue darting out to lick his tip. The salty pre-cum made his mouth feel less empty. “Just yours, please…”

He scoffed. “I don’t fucking believe you.”

Orakh adjusted his grip on Yatur’s hair, taking it in a fist, and yanked again. Yatur’s moan was muffled by his cock. Since it wasn’t forced all the way down his throat again, he just moaned harder. It filled his mouth with no room to spare, and he sucked gratefully.

“Are you really telling me,” Orakh said, “that a whore like you wouldn’t suck any cock put in front of him?”

Yatur couldn’t protest with his mouth full, but he could run his tongue along the underside of his shaft. His domineering posture slipped when he grunted hotly, eyes pinching closed in pleasure. Yatur sucked him again, trying to mouth his way farther down, but it was no use. Orakh had his hair in a vice grip, and he twisted his wrist to make sure he knew it.

“You’re just proving my point,” he said, composure recovered. “You’re such a pathetic slut, you can’t help yourself from sucking me off even when I’m insulting you for it.”

He whimpered and wriggled in his bindings, because it was true. Yatur didn’t care what Orakh said—didn’t care about anything Orakh did to him—as long as he got his face stuffed. He could spit in his eye, slap him across the face, tell him he was worthless, but as long as Yatur got to suck his cock, even once, even just a lick, he’d do it gratefully.

“I guess it’s not that bad,” Orakh said, pulling Yatur away again. “That you have no standards and all.” Before he reached the end and left him empty, he pushed back in. “It makes you the easiest fuck in the world.”

Yatur moaned around him, not for anything he said, but at the feeling. The sensation of a cock moving back and forth across his lips, his tongue. Orakh didn’t stop moving, using his mouth like a hole to fuck. He watched as Orakh’s cock got farther away, then closer, then farther, then closer—his own cock throbbed in his pants. Yatur couldn’t help moaning while he sucked, laving Orakh with his tongue, trying everything he could think of to keep his cock inside, to keep him fucking his mouth. He didn’t even care about going breathless—he needed it so badly.

“Imagine if you cared,” Orakh continued, sarcasm dripping off every word. “Think of all the cocks you never would have sucked, if you weren’t such a dirty whore. If you weren’t so desperate, maybe you wouldn’t have fucked every dick you’ve ever seen. Wouldn’t that be tragic?”

To punctuate the sentence, he thrusted hard. Yatur choked as his fat cock touched the back of his throat, but it was gone as soon as it arrived. He whined as Orakh pulled him away. He laughed at his aguish.

“Gods, you’re pathetic. You’re a pathetic fucking slut.” He popped his cock fully out of Yatur’s mouth, and yanked him higher. Orakh looked him in the eye, a burning, demanding stare. “I want you to say it.”

“I—” Yatur rasped, trying to find his voice.

“Tell me what you are.”

“I—I’m a slut.”

He cupped a hand around his ear. “You’re a what?”

“I’m a slut! I’m a slut, I’m a pathetic slut! Please, I’m a slut!”

Orakh smirked, and it melted him inside. “That’s what I thought.”

This time, there was no build up. Yatur got his mouth stuffed all the way to his throat, his nose mashed against Orakh’s stomach. He curled his toes and his fingers and his cock twitched in his pants. Fuck, it felt so good.

“And because you’re such a slut,” Orakh said, patronizing, sneering down at him, “I’m going to treat you like one.”

He pulled Yatur away, and he gasped for air. Orakh let go of his hair to grab both sides of his head in his big, warm hands. Yatur had just enough time for his stomach to flip over before Orakh thrusted into his mouth.

Yatur choked as his cock slammed down his throat, but wasn’t given any time to recover. Orakh held his head in place and snapped his hips again, and again, and again. Each thrust shoved his cock deeper, forcing every inch of his thick shaft down his throat. Orakh stuffed him like a too-small cocksleeve, and used him just as flippantly.

Trembling in his restraints, all Yatur could do was take it. Drool and pre-cum spilled from the corners of his mouth in long strands, and he knew his boxers were ruined, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t do anything about his body that begged for release, he couldn’t beg for more, he couldn’t even moan. Helpless, Yatur just kept his mouth open and waited for Orakh to be finished with him—to toss him aside like the easy slut he was.

Part of him hoped it would never end. He loved being used, he loved that Orakh could barely fit in his mouth. The tip of his cock hit the back of his throat with every thrust, easily, and he felt Orak trying to fit even more. A particularly hard snap of his hips pounded the back of his throat so hard he felt tears spring to his eyes.

“Don’t fucking tell me,” Orakh grunted, huffing from his work, “this is too much for you.”

He pulled out slowly, and Yatur took the welcome opportunity to breathe. The tears slipped down his cheeks, his throat throbbed from the barrage it had taken, but Yatur still wanted more. He looked up at Orakh, prepared to beg again, but he didn’t get a chance. Orakh fucked his throat hard, and pulled out slow. Another thrust, a slow retreat.

“Take it,” he commanded, and thrusted again. “Take it, you—stupid—fucking whore.”

Yatur arched his back and would have sobbed if he had his mouth to himself. His body screamed, his ecstasy wound tighter and tighter by the second.

“You’re nothing—but a needy—fucking—hole.” He kept going, thrusting to punctuate every word. Yatur thought he might explode. “Worthless—pathetic—slut!”

That finally undid him. Yatur jerked in his bonds and a desperate, broken sound burst from his utterly fucked throat. He denied cock twitched and coating his clothes in desperate cum. Orakh didn’t stop, still using him while his body quivered. Only when he slumped, completely spent, did he pull his cock out of his throat—but still kept it in his mouth.

“You liked that, huh?” he teased, but his imposing demeanor wavered. His cock was hot and heavy on Yatur’s tongue, desperate for its own release. He let go of Yatur’s head and took his hair in a fist again. “Be grateful I fucked a dirty slut like you. Suck.”

And he did. Yatur sucked the cock that abused his throat so tenderly. He mouthed and licked and treated it like it was the most precious thing he’d ever do with his lips. Orakh moaned to reward him, twisting his hair in his pleasure.

It only took a minute for his work to pay off in the ultimate prize. Orakh came with another twitch of his hips, spilling down his aching throat. Yatur accepted that, too, swallowing every salty mouthful with a small whimper.

After he was done, Orakh released his hair gently. Yatur fell back against the bed, exhausted. He didn’t even bother ending the scene properly—just sat back and breathed. While he rested, Orakh got down and undid his restraints.

“Hey, good job,” he said, voice so much softer now. He put the cuffs to the side and helped Yatur unbend his legs. “Are you alright, how do you feel?”

“Good,” Yatur rasped. He was going to be sore tomorrow, for sure.

“I’m glad.” Orakh took his messy face and kissed his nose. “Thank you for doing all that. I love you.” Yatur tried to say it back, but coughed harshly. Orakh stood up. “Water. I’ll be right back.”

“Pants,” he wheezed, gesturing at the dark stain on his front.

“And new pants.”

He left with purpose, a man on a mission. Yatur closed his eyes to breathe some more, and contemplate how lucky he was.

 

 

“You couldn’t have known,” Yatur said, smoothing his hair to try and get him to look up. “We’ve done stuff like that scene a hundred times, and nothing bad happened.”

“I know,” Orakh said. He took his face out of his hands, but didn’t look up. “I just… I feel like I ruined it.”

“What?” He folded his arms over his chest. “Come on, look at me.”

It took several seconds, but Orakh lifted his head at last. Guilt marred his expression, guilt and apology. It was heartbreaking. And complete bullshit.

“You didn’t ruin anything,” Yatur insisted. “This thing”—he pointed at his brace—“does absolutely nothing to take away from how much I enjoyed that scene, and you’re being ridiculous if you think this has ruined blowjobs for me or something. It hasn’t. I’ll be okay, but I’m going to be less okay if you keep beating yourself up over this.”

Orakh didn’t reply. He squeezed his eyes shut in a look Yatur knew too well. He swiped the tissue box off his side table and handed it over. Orakh took it and ducked again to dab at his eyes.

“We know to be more careful now,” Yatur continued, so he didn’t feel pressured to say anything. “I won’t be able to do oral for a while, anyway, so we’ll have time to come up with ways to make it safer.”

He crushed the tissue in his fist. “I should’ve—”

“Stop.”

“I should have thought of that already. Before something like this happened.”

“Accidents happen! Risk aware consensual kink, right? We did think of this.”

Orakh took a shaky breath. “I just… I’m supposed to make sure we both have a good time.”

“You’re acting like I didn’t have a good time. Also, who says it’s just up to you?”

“Everything? I don’t know.” He pinched his eyes, his thinking face. “My whole life, I got told that a good sex partner makes sure that whoever they’re sleeping with is having a good time. It was the most important thing—don’t be selfish, don’t do things they hate just because you like it, don’t ignore what they need. You know? And I ruptured your godsdamned airway, which—” He snorted, humorlessly, and dropped his hand. “I don’t know, it feels like I failed at all that.”

Yatur understood. He’d grown up hearing the same thing. “I get it. But you’re still wrong.”

“How?”

“Because you dragged me to the hospital in the first place, remember?”

 

 

Yatur had been sore after a rough face-fucking before. Usually a cough drop fixed him right up, and failing that, hot tea with honey. But this time was particularly… weird. The pain was closer to having a needle stuck back there than a sore muscle, and he couldn’t get a full deep breath, no matter how many times he tried. It was hard to swallow, too. He reached up to rub his neck, for the fiftieth time since he’d woken up that morning.

 “What’s up?” Orakh asked, looking up from the morning newspaper.

“I don’t know,” he rasped—his voice was still raspy somehow. He hadn’t been able to swallow more than a few mouthfuls of tea. “My throat hurts.”

“Hurts?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit sharper, I guess? Than usual.” He tried to cough, but it just sent another painful spike through his neck. He winced.

Orakh folded the paper down. “Do you need to call a doctor or something?”

“I don’t think so. Maybe I’ll take a bath?”

“How would that help?”

“Maybe it won’t? It just feels a little hard to breathe, so—”

“You can’t breathe properly?”

“I said a little, Orakh—where are you going?”

He’d gotten up from the table and made a beeline for the foyer. “We,” he corrected, shoving his feet into a pair of slip-ons, “are going to the ER. Right now.”

Yatur almost rolled his eyes, “Come on, babe, it’s not that bad.”

“And if it’s not that bad, they’ll tell us that at the ER.”

He sighed, ignoring how much it stung, and stood up. If it would make Orakh happy to check, he’d go get an x-ray or whatever. He really didn’t think it was that big a deal, though.

And it turned out Yatur was very wrong.

 

 

“If you hadn’t shoved me out the door, I wouldn’t have gotten checked out at all.”

“Because you’re stupid,” Orakh said.

“Yes! Very!” They both laughed, and it lightened the oppressive mood at last. “If you really failed at being a good partner and caring about my needs, you wouldn’t have brought me here.”

“Alright, alright. You’ve made your point.” He took a breath and reached for his hand. They laced fingers. “Thank you.”

“Thank you. For caring about me.” Yatur squeezed his hand. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Yatur let the moment hang for a few seconds, running his thumb over the back of Orakh’s hand. Then, he decided to ruin it. “Plus, imagine the story I get to tell at the Community Contribution Show next year.”

He blinked, confused. “What? That you sucked my dick and lived to tell the tale?”

“Yeah, basically.”

Orakh laughed, and Yatur was too proud of his own joke not to join in. They may have needed to tone down their favorite scenes, but as far as Yatur was concerned, everything in his relationship was perfect.

excerpt from the Athendroyln After Dark Anthology by Annika Sage Ellis

Full prompt list for the Anthology Blast

Tips are appreciated!

Contains: human/dryad, misunderstandings, accidental indecent exposure, accidental public sex, muffing, fingering, handjobs, tree/flower/non-genital sex, magic sex toys, first time (with each other), fondling, explaining sex and genitals

Dysphoria warning: There is a trans woman in this story. Her genitals are referred to as: clit/clitoris, hard/erection, ball(s), testicle(s), inguinal canal(s), inguinal ring(s), cunt(s). Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria.

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Candice stumbled off the train with the few other passengers who took the Athendrolyn Public Transportation rail this far out. Arborbend was the final stop on the line, and compared to the other APT rail stops, it was falling apart at the seams. The metal-framed wood structure was rickety and weather-beaten, A few planks squeaked under her boots in a way she was particularly uneasy about, considering the river was only one unfortunate accident away.

She shook herself, traipsing down the stairs. There was no way this place wasn’t magically reinforced—she hoped. It should have been.—and if it was really that structurally unsound, they wouldn’t run the train on it anyway. Besides, there was no point in letting something so small bother her today. She was meeting Maggie for plant shopping.

Candice had never been to Arborbend before, but Maggie insisted it was the neighborhood with the best plant nurseries in the city. Which made sense—being so close to the edge of town and therefore the local forest, Arborbend was the unofficial dryad population center of the city. Stepping out from the rail stop and into the midsummer sun, it was obvious.

The roads were completely dirt. No streets, no pavement, not even any wheel tracks from anyone who dared try to drive or bike. Instead, dozens of dryads glided right through the uncovered soil, almost floating as they pushed themselves along by their roots. Some planted themselves in the middle of the path, standing motionless to soak up the afternoon sun.

The buildings were all wood, some using fully grown trees in their design, and every single one had a garden. Whether it was a neatly tended window planter, or vines climbing up the walls, not a house or business crossed her eye without one. They were taller, too, and so were the doors. They reminded Candice of the “nested doors” in more populated parts of the city, but there were no alternate doors for shorter creatures here. She didn’t mind that—she had to use the taller nested doors to avoid banging her head on the “human sized” doors that were just a little too short for her. Dryad doors would be a welcome relief.

The one thing this neighborhood did not have was any street signs. Candice bounced on the balls of her feet, trying to figure out where she was going.

“Over here!”

Candice snapped her head around and slumped in relief. Maggie waved her gnarled branch of an arm from not too far away. Her evergreen leaves were as big and forest-dark as ever, the crown of her branches piled tall on her head in a cone shape. If anyone could help her navigate this part of the city, it was a literal magnolia tree.

“Thank the Gods,” Candice said, approaching at a light jog. She had to crane her neck to look Maggie in the face, the tall and lanky tree that she was. “I thought I was going to have to memorize this place myself.”

“Don’t worry,” Maggie said. She spoke with magic, like all dryads, her face made of twisted bark, with no mouth, nose, or skin to wrinkle. Despite that limitation, her tree sap eyes shone a happy amber. “I know it’s hard for the unrooted to navigate around here.”

“Yeah, I bet.” She gestured down the street. “Go ahead, lead on.”

“Well, first.” Maggie pointed in the opposite direction. “We’re going this way.”

“And that’s why I’m glad you’re here.”

Maggie laughed, her bark creaking, and she started off down the dirt road. Candice could have sworn she saw one of her closed flower buds start to bloom, but it was gone the next time she looked. Maybe it was her imagination.

The path they took was so convoluted Candice knew she would have gotten lost a hundred times if she tried to do it herself. There was almost nothing intuitive about how the roads were organized—to a human, anyway—and sometimes buildings appeared out of nowhere to block the way. Maggie navigated it all flawlessly, as if she had a map right in front of her. Though, more accurately, the map was underneath her, her roots churning through the dirt to find her way.

“Here we are!” she announced, at the end of their maze. “Welcome to Whistleroot Plant Nursery.”

Before them was a beautiful, massive greenhouse, more extravagant than even the most decorated buildings Candice had seen on their way here. The glass walls displayed plants and flowers for at least two stories from top to bottom, all of them flourishing. The roof burst with them, the glass top opened to let them stretch their branches and give the whole building a leafy haircut.

“Wow,” Candice said.

Maggie plucked her roots out of the dirt to walk on top of the ground instead. “Shall we?”

Candice raced ahead to beat her long stride and open the glass door for her. “After you.”

A big white blossom popped open near her face, ten big petals and a bright yellow center. It was beautiful, but Candice didn’t get to admire it for very long. Panicked, Maggie’s hands flew up to coax the flower back to a closed bud.

“Thanks,” she said, hurrying into the nursery. “Sorry, I—Thank you.”

“No problem.” Candice followed behind her, feeling like she was missing something.

It was another short-lived feeling, as the inside of Whistleroot Plant Nursery dazzled her even more than the outside. An entire spectrum of colored blossoms spanned as far as the eye could see. Knowing almost nothing about plants, she could already tell which ones were magical—flowers unfurling when someone walked by, only to close again when they passed, vines reaching out to dig around in other planters, some that spoke. Although, maybe that wasn’t so shocking.

“What do you want to look at first?” Maggie asked—a walking, talking plant.

“I need something totally unkillable,” Candice said. “I have whatever the opposite of a green thumb is.”

“Come on, I’m sure you aren’t that bad.”

“I’ve killed a cactus before.”

Maggie nodded slowly. “Okay, that does change things. Let’s… go this way?”

She ducked under a curtain of vines and Candice followed. She hadn’t touched a plant in years, but since meeting Maggie at a terrarium build-off, she was warming up to trying again. After all, her gray-banded kingsnake, Barbecue, was going need a new enclosure soon. If she could overcome her plant-killing tendencies and make it a vivarium for him, she would be the proudest snake parent in all of Athendrolyn.

“So, I don’t know about unkillable,” Maggie said, approaching a wide tray of ferns, “but magical plants do tend to be hardier than mundane plants.”

“I’ll take whatever I can get, honestly,” Candice said. “As long as it won’t kill me back.”

She shook her head, laughing. “No, no, of course not. Most of them are totally harmless.”

That wasn’t really an encouraging caveat, but hey, Maggie was the expert here. Candice turned the label of the nearest pot toward her. “’Echo fern,’ huh?”

The plant rustled its leaves. “Echo fern, huh?”

She jumped back. “Gah!”

“Gah!”

“Are you okay?” Maggie asked, clearly trying not to laugh.

“I’m fine.” She glanced warily at the talking fern. “Not sure about this one, though.”

“No problem, there are plenty more!”

They kept moving through the magical section. On the left, they passed a tray of cute looking flowers. Candice felt a little more at ease looking at them—they didn’t move, or talk. Maybe they were for potions. In fact, they looked like completely normal oxeye daisies, clustered together in big white and yellow groups.

“What’s so magical about these?” she asked, picking up one of the planters.

“No, you shouldn’t—”

The flowers angled their petals right at her face. Maggie yanked them out of her hands just in time for one of them to shoot all of its petals clean off its stem. They went flying around the nursery. One sliced clean through a thick vine and sent it tumbling to the ground.

Candice stared, horrified. “What the f—"

“Those are assassin daises,” Maggie explained, and gingerly put the planter down. “They’re, uh, not for beginners.”

“Right. Shit.” She scooted a little farther away. “I’m… going to listen to you before touching things from now on.”

Maggie quickly ushered her away from the assassin daisies and towards something much nicer looking. A series of plants in medium-sized ceramic pots were lined up by one of the glass windows, waving their long, stringy stems in the air. Pea-sized leaves ran up and down each stem, shifting back and forth like they were caught in a breeze.

“This is a twisted tassel vine,” Maggie said. “It’s happy with being watered once a week in a spot with good sunlight, and it’s friendly!”

She brushed her hand across the nearest vine. It delicately wrapped itself around her finger-branches, all the way up to her wooden wrist. The other vines from the same plant listed through the air toward her, swaying side to side.

“And they like to dance,” she giggled, and joined it swaying from side to side.

“That’s so cute,” Candice said, smiling at the sight. Maggie froze in place, glancing between her and the plant.

“H-here, you should—Come on, try it!”

She grabbed Candice’s wrist and held her hand over the plant—kind of unnecessary, since she would have done it anyway, but whatever. Maybe she was just excited.

The twisted tassel leaned toward her, feeling through the air for her hand. True to its name, the vine twisted around and around her fingers, soft leaves brushing her skin. It had a tighter grip than she expected, as if made of muscle and not a fragile stem. When it moved its free vines, swishing back and forth, she felt it trying to pull her along. The little tug from a plant that liked to dance was simply too adorable for Candice to pass up. Now she and Maggie stood in the corner of the plant nursery, swaying back and forth like it was something to do.

“This feels kinda silly,” she said.

“But it’s fun,” Maggie added.

“Yeah, it’s fun! Somehow!” She laughed at how ridiculous it was—she was dancing with a plant. Two plants, if she counted Maggie.

Although, maybe she shouldn’t, because Maggie had stopped again. She just stared, amber eyes sparkling. If she had a mouth, Candice would have bet money on a grin.

“What?” she asked.

“Hm?”

“What’s that look for?”

She startled, as if she didn’t realize what she was doing. “I—I wasn’t—”

“Excuse me,” said a terse voice behind them. They turned and saw an oak tree dryad, as disgruntled as their near-featureless face could express. “I believe the magnolia here is flowering.”

“W-what?” Maggie rushed to pat down her leaves, leaving the twisted tassel behind, and gasped. “It was behind me, I’m so sorry. I—I didn’t even realize.”

“Just be more careful next time, hm?” The oak dryad left before either of them could reply.

Candice frowned after them. “That was rude.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Maggie insisted, but she stood a little farther away. “Let’s keep going?”

“Well, hold on. I like this one.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, it’s fun.” Candice carefully untangled herself from the vines and lifted the pot into her arms. “My new adventure in plants starts now.” The twisted tassel seemed to like that idea, reaching up to play in her hair. “Although, uh. Does it ever stop… doing this?”

“It stops at night,” Maggie said. She reached over the twisted tassel display and plucked a long piece of string out of a cup. “You can tie it up for now.”

Candice held the pot as far from her as her arms could reach so Maggie could pluck the vines out of hair and tie them together gently. It didn’t completely stop, wiggling half-heartedly, but it wasn’t so adventurous while she carried it around.

Neither was Maggie. She rattled off plant facts when they got near one she liked, but not as enthusiastically. She kept her distance from Candice, too, leaving a polite bubble of air reserved for strangers. It was really weird, and a little worrying.

Every time Maggie bloomed, she tried to close the flower back up. Candice had only seen a full flower bloom from her once while they were hanging out, on accident, and she apologized profusely for it. She was always cagey about why, so Candice just assumed it was a dryad thing she wouldn’t be able to understand. After that stranger scolded her about it, she was even more sure that she was missing something. But after this reaction, she wondered.

It seemed like Maggie was repressing herself. Flowering was a natural thing for plants, right? Why was it such a big deal that she would go out of her way to apologize for it? Why was it such a big deal that strangers would scold her for it? Candice didn’t really want to ask her in public, if the subject was so embarrassing. But there had to be some way to make her feel better.

“This twisted tassel obviously can’t go in a vivarium,” she said, off-handedly. “I think I’d be scared of it dancing Barbecue to death.”

“Me too, it would be too risky,” Maggie agreed. “Plus, he would definitely hate it.”

“Yeah, he’d try to murder this thing.” Candice nudged her with an elbow. “You helped with the build-off, right? What kinds of plants usually go in one?”

“Hmm, he’s a desert species, right?” She glanced around at the sea of plants before them. “You can always play it safe with mundane desert plants—palms, agave, aloe vera, bromeliad if you want some color. Oh!” She rushed over to one of the mundane plants and plucked out one with long, wavy leaves, growing in the shape of a star. “This is a red cryptanthus, aren’t they pretty?”

“That’s awesome. It almost matches his orange-y part.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” Maggie gasped and shoved the cryptanthus back on the tray. “That gives me an idea. Come on, over here!”

Candice hefted the twisted tassel pot in her arms and followed as close as she could. Maggie led her back to the magical plant section, and stopped in front of a relatively normal looking leafy specimen. Suspiciously normal, she thought, but maybe it was the daisies getting to her.

“This is a chameleon blossom,” Maggie explained. “It looks like a normal plant, right?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Maggie took the pot from her. “Go on, touch it. It won’t work if I try.”

Candice shuffled forward. “Are you sure?”

“It’s totally safe, I promise!”

Cautiously, she reached out to brush one of the leaves. The whole thing shuddered and turned the same peachy-beige as her skin.

“Whoa,” she said.

“And it copies other animals too! So if you put this in Barbecue’s enclosure, it would change colors to match whenever he got near it.”

“That would be pretty cool. I wonder if it would stress him out, though.”

Maggie nodded. “Good point. It is a defense mechanism to scare animals away.”

“I’ll ask around the herp scene.” Candice took the twisted tassel pot back. “Someone else must have tried it at some point.”

“Probably.” She picked at a groove in her bark. “I really thought it was a good idea, oh well.”

“Don’t worry about it. I still have to prove I can keep one plant alive before I start building an ecosystem.” She started walking backwards to the checkout. “And this thing is getting heavy, so I’m good starting with one.”

Candice paid for her plant, including the upcharge offer to enchant the pot to be easier to carry. While they waited at the register, she gave Maggie a light punch on the arm.

“Thanks for coming plant shopping with me,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” Maggie said, but shrugged. “I don’t think I did all that much, though.”

“What do you mean? You recommended I come here in the first place, which is why I’m buying this plant right now. That was my one goal, and your suggestion is why I did it today.”

She shifted her weight, glancing down at her roots. “Well, I guess.”

“You gave me some good advice for Barbecue’s future home. I learned some plant facts!”

“You almost got attacked by an assassin daisy.”

“And that. Which you saved me from, so hey, you also saved my life today!”

Maggie laughed, leaves rustling. Another one of her flowers popped open—a big one, soft-looking petals forming a delicate circle around the cone-like center. She raised her hand, no doubt to close it, and Candice couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

“Why do you do that?” she asked.

“Do… what?” Maggie replied, frozen in place.

“Why do you close your flowers all the time?” She reached for Maggie’s hand and guided it away. “I think they’re pretty.”

“Uh—I, um—Thank you, but—”

“I didn’t say anything before because… I felt weird, I guess, but I really wish you wouldn’t.”

Maggie glanced all around, anxious, but she didn’t take her hand back. “C-Candice, that’s really nice of—”

She went completely still as Candice reached up to cup the flower she tried to hide. The petals were soft, and a little waxy. It was too high up for her to smell, but maybe if she got on her toes—

“What is going on out here?”

Maggie snapped upright. The dryad cashier was back with the twisted tassel, looking as shocked and appalled as a tree could get. Before Candice could explain, Maggie snatched the pot out of the cashier’s hands and shoved down to her. She stumbled back—but it was much lighter.

“I’m so—we’re so sorry,” Maggie stammered, already shuffling toward the exit. “She’s still learning about, uh, dryad things—”

“If you want to teach her that, wait until next spring and save it for the rooting area. Please.”

“Th-that’s what I was about to tell her! Thanks, goodbye!”

And then Maggie dragged her full-speed out of the plant nursery by the crook of her arm. She didn’t settle for just being out of the building—she dragged them down the street and into an alley between houses. That one flower was closed up tight. Candice felt less confused and more like she’d fucked up. Big time.

That cashier was almost as horrified as she was to be attacked by the assassin daisy. Was flowering out of season rude? Was it really impolite to touch someone else’s flowers? That would make sense, it was a part of someone else’s body after all. Maggie seemed more bothered by Candice touching her than the other dryads telling her to close her flowers, too. Standing awkwardly in the alley, her stomach sank.

“Are you okay?” Candice asked, not knowing what else to say.

“I—I think so? I’m fine,” Maggie stammered. She stared right at the ground. “I’ll be fine, it’s not a big—”

“No, stop.” Candice sighed and put her plant on the ground. “I didn’t mean to—I thought I was helping. You seemed so upset when that one person told you to close up, and it seems like it stresses you out a lot, so I thought…” She circled her hands, searching for an explanation, but quickly gave up. “I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, really. It’s a little embarrassing, but—”

“I didn’t want to embarrass you. I wasn’t thinking, and I made you look rude in front of everybody. I didn’t mean to, but I still messed up. I’m sorry.”

Maggie slowly looked up. “Rude?”

“Yeah? Isn’t that why everyone was upset?”

“Not… exactly.” Her bark creaked, the dryad equivalent of a sigh. “I should have told you what it meant before now. It is sort of rude for me to flower in public, but it’s not offensive or anything it’s—indecent.”

Her heart did a little nervous kick. “Indecent how?”

Maggie diligently refused eye contact as she explained, “Dryads don’t reproduce like unrooted creatures do. It happens in the spring, when we get pollinated. Our pollinated flowers turn into fruits, and planting a dryad’s fruit is how more of us are ‘born.’ In that way, all our flowers are like your… sex organs.”

Candice put her hands over her mouth. “Oh Gods.”

“So when I flower in public it’s pretty embarrassing, but, uh, touching it—”

“Oh Gods, I’m so sorry.” Her face burned too bright to hide, but she did her best. “Maggie, I’m so, so sorry, I can’t believe I just—”

“Please don’t feel bad! It’s my fault, I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to know how much I want you all the time and—” She broke off with an anxious creak.

Candice peeked between her fingers. “What?”

Maggie stood perfectly still, as if she would turn invisible and the conversation would disappear. As the rest of her statement sunk in, Candice realized Maggie had been flowering for almost the entire time they’d known each other. She slowly lowered her hands from her face.

“I didn’t know dryads could have… urges,” she said, and it was true. If she had known, she might have brought it up sooner.

“Yep,” Maggie squeaked.

A different kind of heat flushed her body and pooled in her lower back. “How about this: I still feel really bad for having accidental flower sex with you.” It broke the tension, finally, and they both laughed. Candice reached out for one of Maggie’s gnarled-branch hands, running her thumb across the bark. “If you like, we can have flower sex on purpose. To make up for it.”

Three different blossoms burst open on her head. She didn’t make a single move to hide them. “Really? You want to?”

“I want to try, at least? I don’t really know what dryad sex is like.”

“I don’t know what human sex is like either.”

“Cool, so we’ll both be learning things.” Candice reached for her other hand. “Your place is definitely closer, soooo…?”

She nodded so vigorously that a couple of her leaves fell off. “Yes! Yes, it’s this way.”

Candice barely remembered to pick up her twisted tassel before Maggie raced off down the maze-like streets. She was really excited, not that Candice could blame her if she’d been waiting around all this time. And Candice was too, if apprehensive. Not only had she never had sex with a dryad before, she hadn’t been in a sexual situation with another human in ages. Unless she counted herself, which felt like cheating.

Still, her body reacted where her mind faltered. Since the promise of affection had been raised, she hadn’t been able to stop her heart from racing. The heat in her cheeks hadn’t left and neither had her growing arousal. She was glad she’d stopped tucking years ago, because her hardening clit would have made it very uncomfortable.

They arrived at Maggie’s place quick. She didn’t waste any time opening the door and inviting her inside, and Candice obliged just as fast. Maggie clapped and fairy lights leapt into enchanted lanterns lining the walls, washing them with a soft yellow glow.

“Make yourself at home,” she said, gesturing out vaguely. “Oh! I should—do something.” As fast as they arrived, she rushed into a different room.

“Don’t stress yourself out,” Candice called after her, setting her plant by the front door. She knelt down to unlace her boots, scanning the room as she did.

The twisted tassel would have plenty of company. Maggie’s home matched the trends of the other buildings: covered in plants and exceptionally tall. Disregarding the height, the place was small, with one huge living space and only two additional rooms. Most of the decorations were plants, blooming in all colors, creeping up the walls, or across the floor. There were a few shelves and tables free of vegetation, holding books or picture frames. In the center of the living space, there was a big comfy looking couch and low tables on either side. In the corner near a window, the floor was entirely ripped out. The exposed soil looked like the roads—churned up by roots, like it was used often. A nightstand with a few drawers rested against the wall nearby.

“I’m back!” Maggie said, somehow sounding breathless. She had a fistful of stones in one hand and a parrot-sized gargoyle in the other arm. It chomped down on her bark, to no effect.

“Who’s this?” Candice asked, making her way across the room.

“This is Feldspar. It’s cranky because I woke it up.” She hefted the stone animal in her arm and ushered it to another room. “I just want to get it set up in the library, so it won’t, uh, interrupt.”

“Wait, you have a library?”

“It’s nothing crazy!” She came back out, free of her passenger, and shut the door. “I’ll show you… another time? Or later?”

“Yeah, later is fine.” Candice stepped a little closer, her heart in her mouth. “So, uh, how are we doing this?”

“Right. So. I sleep in the corner over there, so I have this.” Maggie gestured at the couch. “I keep this for unrooted guests, and I can unfold it for more space.”

“Sure, that works.”

She went over to the couch and pressed a button on the side. The whole thing sparkled and popped into a fold-out bed. Candice waddled over and sat down, blood thumping in her ears. Maggie sat next to her. They looked at each other.

“What do humans do first?” she asked. A few more flowers bloomed among her branches.

“It depends,” Candice answered, scooting closer. “Do you know what a kiss is?”

“I’ve seen them. I don’t know if…” She gestured at her mouthless face.

“It’s worth a shot, though. Right?”

She nodded, so Candice made the first move. She reached up and cupped her face, all braided branches and shiny amber eyes. They closed the distance together, Candice planting a kiss where Maggie’s lips would have been. The rough bark scratched against her. It tasted like wood. They pulled back and looked at each other again.

“Did you,” Candice asked, “get anything out of that?”

Maggie shook her head apologetically. “Not really.”

“Okay, scratch that off. How about touching?”

“Most of my sensation is up here.” She pointed at her crown of branches. “But I know yours is everywhere, right?”

“More or less.” Candice reached for the hem of her shirt. “I can take this stuff off and we’ll go from there?”

“Y-yeah, okay. If you—if you want.”

Candice stood up, smiling into her chest. Maggie knew enough about human sex to understand that part. She peeled her shirt off and dropped it to the ground, then unclipped her bra to let her breasts swing free. Maggie reached out shyly.

“Can I…?” she asked.

Candice stalled at the button of her pants. She redirected to take Maggie’s cautious hand and press it to her stomach. “Go ahead.”

Her bark creaked in a way that sounded a bit like a human whimper. Her branchy fingers skidded across her skin, over her soft belly and up her sides. Candice held her arms in the air to give her room to explore, flushing. The rough touch of bark felt weird on her mouth, but against her body, it felt nicer than she expected. Like a pumice stone or rough brush, Maggie’s hands dragged across her skin with a comfortable scrape.

“These are more sensitive,” she said, guiding her up.

Maggie cupped her breasts, and she sighed hotly. She flicked her amber gaze up and down, working her way up to massaging them in her coarse hands. Candice put her arms behind her head and threaded her fingers through her hair, biting her bottom lip. It felt a lot nicer than she expected.

“Is this okay?” Maggie asked, keeping up her work.

“Yeah, yes,” she breathed. “Can I do something for you?”

Her hands stuttered. “Uh, my… my leaves?”

Now that she was sitting down, Candice was face to face with her leaves and flowers. As enticing as the flowers looked, she started with a leaf first. Maggie creaked as she ran her fingers over the wide, oval expanse. The dark green top was smooth and leathery, contrasted by the rough, yellowish underside. Candice pinched it at the base with one hand and used the other to run down the center of the blade, all the way to its tip.

“C-Ca—” Maggie stammered.

“Is that a good sound?” she asked.

She nodded. “Y-yes, it’s good.”

Encouraged, Candice hopped to the next nearest leaf. She traced her fingers across it, feeling it up like she’d feel a human’s body. She pinched and dragged some more, smoothed it with her thumbs, followed the path of the veins. Maggie made more creaky-whimpers as she had her leaves fondled, hands slipping from Candice’s chest to wrap around her waist.

It didn’t phase her. Enthralled in her work, she switched leaves when Maggie’s voice tapered off, revving her back up again with a fresh caress. The only thing that slowed her down was the flowers.

Maggie opened so many new blossoms, Candice was worried she’d run out of leaves. Her fingers already brushed the sides of petals on her search. They bumped against flowers as she stroked and touched the leaves. The air smelled light and lemony, sweet and enticing, begging to be noticed. And Candice definitely noticed.

They weren’t in public anymore. They were here to have sex. She could touch them now. She wanted to touch them even more, knowing what they really meant. So she did.

Candice cupped the nearest flower in both hands, cradling the petals in her palms. Maggie shook, branches trembling, and warbled a moan through her enchanted voice, bark squeaking even louder. Candice couldn’t help but smile, bending down to sniff. The citrus was even more powerful this close.

“You smell nice,” she said.

“Th-thanks,” Maggie shuddered. She lifted her head, eyes shining desperately. “C-can we—I need to—”

“Yes, I want to.” Candice dropped her hands to cup her face. “Just tell me what to do.”

“O-okay. I have to get something.”

She stood up and Candice felt a little proud to see her wobbling. She went to the corner of the room with the ripped-up floor—her “bed”—and dug around in one of the drawers. When she came back, she had what looked like a rubber glove with tiny brushes on the finger pads.

“This is a pollination toy,” she explained. “It’s not safe to touch the carpels or stamens with your hands, so you can use this instead. It feels like a pollinator, but it doesn’t actually carry pollen.”

“That’s a good idea.” Candice took the glove and pulled it on. It was a little big at first, but an enchantment shrunk it down to fit snugly around her hand. “Like this?”

Maggie stared blatantly at the fingertips of the glove. “Mhm…”

She smiled a little, showing it off. “I can’t reach you up there.”

“Oh! Right! Let’s, uh, lie down?”

They scooted onto the fold-out bed together, until Maggie was on her back and Candice sat by her head. There were dozens of flowers open on her branches now, each with its petals spread invitingly and curly carpels lifting toward the sky. Candice held a gloved finger over one, suddenly aware of how fragile they must be.

“Let me know if I do too much,” she said. And lowered her hand.

The instant the brush touched her carpels, Maggie made a long creaking sound. Candice rubbed it in a gentle circle, hoping treating it like human genitals wasn’t too far off. The branches under the flower rustled and Maggie creaked again.

“Good,” she moaned. “Good, good, feels good.”

Candice nodded, relieved she was doing something right. Experimentally, she used her thumb and index finger to brush the sides, among the dozens of stamens. Maggie squeaked, body twitching underneath her.

“Bad?” she asked, backing off preemptively.

“N-no, no it’s good.” She wiggled a little. “Please, it’s good.”

She went back to what she was doing, stroking the whole center. At the very top, she tickled the carpels with her finger, and slid back down. It made Maggie creak-moan again, so she kept it up. It did feel a bit like playing with someone’s clit, teasing it over and over. The petals were easy enough to imagine as soft folds to push through to get to her sweet flower-pussy.

“C-can you switch?” Maggie stammered.

“Switch flowers?” Candice asked.

“Mhmm. It feels good to switch a lot.”

“Gotcha.”

Candice gave the flower one final tease and dragged her fingers to one next to it. Now in the right mindset, she brushed the carpels in tiny circles, fucking her gently like she asked. This flower was just as sensitive as the last, Maggie creaking for each little brush. She rubbed the stamens with her thumb, spanning her other fingers wide across the inside of the flower.

“O-oh fuck,” Maggie moaned, and Candice almost jumped.

“Did you just swear?”

She covered her face with her hands. “S-shut up, you made me.”

Candice had to pull her hand away so she could laugh. “It’s not a bad thing! I’m proud of myself for that.”

Maggie uncovered her face, reaching for her leg. “Can you try again?”

“You can count on it.”

She got back to work on a third flower. Like before, she teased and circled the carpels, stroked the stamens, but added brushing the petals to her repertoire. It was even easier to continue her personal metaphor, listening to Maggie moan as she rubbed her flower-clit and fingered her flower-pussy. Before she reached her peak, she jumped to a different flower, starting fresh in a new cunt. The broken sound Maggie made with her bark made her gut twist itself in horny knots.

Candice twirled around the base of the carpels and stamens, teasing it before using all five fingers to stroke it to the top. Maggie arched off the bed, branches trembling in ecstasy. Candice tried to keep her there, fucking this one a little rougher. Careful not to damage her delicate flower-pussy, she flicked the carpals, raked her fingers along the petals, pressed into her stamens hard. Maggie trembled harder, moaning crazily. Candice smiled to herself, imagining the flower was a leaking hole. A sweet, aching cunt, sticky and wet from her fucking and desperate for more.

“C-Candice—” Maggie sobbed, clamping down on her leg.

“Are you—” she started to ask, but completely forgot what she was going to say.

All down Maggie’s body, she leaked sticky amber tree sap. Her face, her arms, her torso, her legs, all of it oozing through cracks in her bark and dripping down her slender frame.

“Gods, are you serious?” Candice breathed. She wished she had taken her pants off earlier, clit leaking pre-cum freely.

Maggie nodded, creaking out a whimper. “M-more.”

It was impossible to resist that.

Candice used her pinky to fuck one flower, and stretched her hand as far as it could go. She just barely planted her thumb in the center of another, and did the best she could to fuck two at once. Maggie shook and moaned, and—fuck, she leaked more sap. A huge glob pushed through her cheek, glistening as it slid across her face. Unable to resist, Candice bent down and sucked it off.

They both moaned that time. The sap was sticky and thick and tasted as citrus-sweet as her flowers smelled. Candice jumped to another pair of flowers, this time close enough that she could fuck them both without stretching too much. She used her free fingers to tease her petals, and kissed another glob of sap off her face. A sticky, glistening Maggie writhed, spreading her sweet wetness all over the cushion. Candice whined and slid down to lick some off her neck.

“You taste so good,” she whispered, her tongue thick and sticky.

“H-haa-a—”

Candice worked double-time on her flowers. She fucked at least two at any time, using her other fingers to stroke the curve of her petals. When three flowers lined up close enough, she fucked all of them, using her middle finger as the point of the triangle. She wasn’t sure if Maggie could come, or if the sap was her coming, but she hadn’t been told to stop yet, so she kept it up.

Gods, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to—watching her whole body leak was so sexy it made her wonder why they hadn’t fucked months ago. The only thing keeping Candice from licking her up from head to toe was that she knew Maggie wanted her flower-pussy railed. She needed to be fucked in her dozens of cunts, needed every one of her clits teased until she screamed, she needed Candice to fuck her so bad she was begging for it in public.

So she fucked Maggie hard. She fingered the curve of every petal she could reach, flicked her carpals, rubbed her stamens, she fucked each flower like it was its own sopping wet pussy. And in a way, it was. As Candice fucked her a dozen times, she moaned brokenly, trembled with lust, and drooled sap across every inch of her body.

When Candice lost track of which flowers she’d fucked and which were neglected, Maggie grabbed her arm and pushed it aside. Even her hands were sticky with sap.

“You okay?” Candice asked.

“D-done,” she stammered.

“Done it is.”

Candice peeled off the glove and set it on the arm of the couch. She turned back and admired the mess Maggie was, laying in a shallow pool of her own sap, and still covered in it. She laid down, propping her head up on her folded arm so her hair wouldn’t get caught in the sap.

“Did I do a good job?” she asked.

“Mhm,” Maggie mumbled. Her eyes were dim with exhaustion. “Much better than bees.”

Candice smiled softly, reaching out to swipe her sticky cheek. “Does this stuff just happen, or is this your version of an orgasm?”

“What’s orgasm?”

Well, that answered that question. Candice licked the sap off her fingers. “I can show you what mine is. Or we can do it another time, I get it if you’re too tired.”

She grabbed her hand with a sticky branch. “No, no, I wanna see.”

“Okay, I’m going!”

Candice flopped onto her back and finally, finally, wiggled her pants off. She kicked them over the couch, shivering as the air rushed over her naked body. As predicted, her clit leaked pre-cum at a steady rate. Her pubes were sticky, and so were her inner thighs, all coated in a thin layer of her wetness. Her clit was soft, too, as her erections had been short lived for years, a warm bundle of sensitive skin. She breathed, trying to relax.

“There are a lot of different ways to do human sex,” she explained. “It just depends on what you like to do, and who you like to do it with.”

“What do you like?” Maggie asked.

She opened her mouth to explain, then thought better of it. “I’ll show you.”

Candice sat up and leaned against the arm of the couch. She spread her legs, a blush rising to her cheeks again, but she swallowed it down. Maggie rolled onto her side to see better, watching with genuine curiosity. She swallowed.

“So, I guess I should tell you all the parts. This is my clit, or clitoris.” She picked it up, cradling it in her hand. “There are other words for it, but mine is a clit. It’s my main pleasure-thing, and it’s also where the uh… seed comes out.”

“Like a stamen?”

“Yeah, sort of.” She flipped her clit up to lay on her stomach, and cupped her sack next. “These are… there’s not really a sexy way to say it, they’re balls. Testicles. This is where the cum—the seed is stored, before it comes out. I don’t really use them for that, though.” She curved her fingers around the round shape of one ball. “Instead, I do this.”

Candice could do this easily, but went slow for the benefit of her audience. She pushed the testicle inside her sack up inside itself, gently pressing it up and folding it inside. Like a pocket turned inside out, she pushed the testicle and then her sack back into her inguinal canal, and sighed at the familiar feeling of being full of herself. She followed it with her fingers, pressing up into the inguinal ring—into one of her cunts. She kept her thumb against the bulge of her testicle in her abdomen, keeping it in place.

“Like this,” she breathed, almost forgetting to speak.

“What does it feel like?” Maggie asked, creeping forward to get a closer look.

“I think it feels good.” Candice used her other hand to form her other cunt, much faster for the sake of getting it done. She whimpered a little. “Feels… full and warm.”

“What do you do now?”

She laughed breathily. “Well, now, I fuck myself.”

Candice gently rubbed her fingers around in her cunts, against the entrances of the tight rings. She shuddered and sighed, treating herself like she just treated Maggie. Soft, but firm. A delicate touch, but still a fuck. Luckily for her, her cunts were not as delicate as a flower. She moved her fingers in and out, properly fucking herself from both sides.

Maggie watched her finger her cunts with rapt attention. Most of her flowers had closed, exhausted from their fucking, but a few remained open. Candice watched Maggie watch her, and her legs spread wider on instinct. She wanted her to see, to learn about human fucking just like she’d learned about dryad fucking.

She fucked a little faster, pausing with one hand to give herself more room. With one hand, she fucked her cunt, in and out, fingering herself until she whimpered and bit her lip. With the other, she massaged the entrance, her inside walls, the bulge in her stomach. Candice squirmed for her own touch, fucking and caressing both. She fingered herself as deep as she could and moaned, curling her toes on the couch. Her clit leaked freely over her stomach, pre-cum sliding down her body like Maggie’s sap.

“Can I try?” Maggie asked, scooting even closer.

“S-sure,” she breathed. “You might n-need to clean off the sap first.”

With a wave of her hand and a magical shimmer, the mess of sap evaporated from the couch and from Maggie, leaving them both spotless. Candice was a little disappointed, but that wasn’t important. She clenched her stomach, like she did when she used to tuck, and took one of her hands out. Maggie scooted forward, staring down at her crotch like it were as delicate as her petals.

“Gimme your hand,” Candice said. Maggie placed her fingers into her palm. The ends of her fingers were blunt, like sticks that had been snapped off at the end. No pointy bits, good sign. The wood might be rough, but she already liked that. “I’m going to put you inside me, okay?”

“Do I need to be careful?”

“Generally, yeah. I’ll let you know if something hurts.”

Her fingers were so thin that Candice easily guided three of them inside her with barely a stretch. The wood was scratchy, especially on such a sensitive area, but when it grazed her skin it felt good. Good enough to have her chest heaving, eyelashes fluttering, and Maggie staring at her.

“What now?” she asked.

“You can move,” Candice managed, “if you want. Or you can just rub it around. Both are good. And I’ll do mine.”

She nodded and Candice went back to fucking herself. Without the barrier of her own hand, she could pull out farther and fuck herself deeper. She groaned for herself, and then gasped. Maggie’s fingers ground against the inside of her cunt as she moved them out slowly. She pushed them back, another gentle scratch against the most sensitive parts of her. Candice whimpered.

“Does it hurt?” Maggie asked, sounding worried.

“Not enough that I want you to stop,” she replied. “Keep going, please.”

She obliged, fingering her cunt gently. Candice, on the other hand, fucked her other cunt with all the pent up arousal she’d been stewing in. She pressed against her walls, circled the tight ring of her entrance, pressed her fingers up as high as she could. It was contrasting erotic torture the way Maggie carefully made love to her. The wood of her branches felt like a rough, raw fuck, but her gentle press was anything but rough. Maggie pressed into her slow and deep, and pulled out so carefully that she felt every inch leave her cunt. It made her legs tremble, and she needed more.

Candice used her free hand to rub her leaking clit, stroking it as fast as she fucked herself. She whimpered, hot and wet and aching, chasing her climax with reckless abandon. Maggie pressed her fingers in so deep—she bucked her hips and moaned.

“More, more, keep going,” she begged.

“Can I do this too?” Maggie asked, pointing at her clit.

Candice just nodded and she got the hint. Maggie wrapped her hand around Candice’s, and they stroked her soft clit together. It was slower than she wanted—it was agony—but she let it happen, too desperate to say no to anything. She fingered herself slower, too, matching pace with Maggie’s careful lovemaking.

Her whole body felt connected. The two of them fucking her cunts, sliding her wet clit in their hands, it tied all of her pleasure together into a tight knot at the base of her spine. Candice hung her mouth in a silent moan, watching the way they fucked her together, deliberate and deep. Her thighs quaked.

“Fuck,” she whispered, “Fuck, fuck, I’m close.”

“Close to what?”

Candice came with her mouth wide open, moaning and arching her back. Her clit spurted a little clear cum, throwing the glob onto her chest. After a moment of ecstasy, she relaxed and let her hands drop. Maggie followed her lead, pulling away.

“Th-that’s an orgasm,” Candice breathed.

“Oh,” she said. Another flower bloomed. “I liked it.”

She laughed a little. “Hey, me too.”

With a little help from magic, Candice cleaned up and readjusted herself. In the aftermath, they laid on the couch together, Maggie holding her close against her bark chest. Candice didn’t hear a heartbeat, laying where one would have been, but she smelled like lemons and wood. It was a good trade off.

“Sooo,” Candice started, “are we dating now, or what?”

Maggie hugged her. “I would like it if we were.”

She smiled. “Me too. I guess this is our first date, then.”

“Oh, I guess so.” She covered her face with a hand. “What an intense first date…”

“We can do something more relaxing next time. Like… take a nap or something.” Candice snuggled into her neck. “Starting now.”

Maggie laughed her creaky wooden laugh. “Goodnight, Candice.”

Candice smiled, closed her eyes, and dreamt of pretty white flowers.

excerpt from the Athendroyln After Dark Anthology by Annika Sage Ellis

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Contains: orgies, outdoor sex, anal sex, oral sex, naiad/magic holes, magic refractory periods, marathon sex, threesomes, platonic sex/friends-with-benefits

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“Admit it, Ceki. We’re lost.”

“No, we are not lost.”

“Then what, exactly, are we doing?”

Ceki smacked a branch out of his face, cloven hooves crunching under grass and leaves. Their fairy lights bobbed overhead, lighting the path through the darkened forest. “We’re going,” he replied, annoyed at his friend’s annoyance, “to the naiad’s lake.”

“You keep saying that,” Aimar sighed, trudging along with his arms folded over his chest, “but I don’t see a lake or naiads.”

“We just have to follow the river!” Ceki gestured to their right, where the rushing current of Parelia River flowed downhill to Athendrolyn and into the sea. “It’ll take us right to the lake and then we’re golden.”

“We’ve been following the river for half an hour. Don’t you think we should have gotten there by now?”

 “I don’t know, I’ve never been this deep into the forest.”

“Wait, hold on.” Aimar threw his tawny arm out to stop them from walking. “You’re telling me you’ve been leading us by guessing the directions?”

Ceki smacked him away. “You have any better ideas?”

“I do actually. Going home.”

“We haven’t even made it to the party!”

“No party is worth this—we can go to any dorm party!”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong, my pointy-eared friend.” He threw an arm over Aimar’s shoulders, lightly nudging him with his long, curved horns. “We’ve both been in this city long enough to hear the stories, right? Naiad ‘parties’ where there’s nothing but sex and magic until the sun comes up? Everyone from anywhere can join in? They’re made of magic water so they can go all night? Come on, man, you know this is worth it.”

“You know what else I’ve heard, Ceki?” Aimar shifted his weight out from under his arm. “I’ve heard about the magic illusions naiads use to mess with people who get too close.”

“We haven’t seen a single one!”

“How do you know? We could be walking in circles thanks to one of them!”

Ceki pinned his ears against his head, flat against his white-blond hair. “Look, man, you can think whatever you want. I’m going to get laid tonight, so if y—”

Something twinkled in the distance, far past the range of their fairy lights. His ears flicked forward, squinting into the dark to make sure it wasn’t his imagination. Between the trees, deep in the dark, he saw a shimmering blue light.

“If I what?” Aimar prodded.

“Shh!” Ceki turned him around by the shoulders and pointed. “Look, do you see that?”

“Yes…”

“It’s a spell, right?”

“Seems like it.”

“So, we must be getting close!”

“How can you possibly know that?”

Ceki rolled his eyes and trotted on ahead. “You can head back if you really want to, but I’m going to the party.”

 Aimar called after him, but he didn’t turn back, bounding into the forest toward the promising shimmer. He sent his fairy light a little ahead so he would always have a clear path, whacking branches and hopping over gnarled roots without taking his eye off the prize. He didn’t hear any footsteps behind him. Aimar must have left after all.

 He huffed and scratched his beard. It’s not like Ceki needed him there to have a good time, but it would have been nice to have someone along with him. He hated showing up to parties alone, especially sex parties, but this was an opportunity he wasn’t going to miss. Maybe he should have guessed the more cautious Aimar wouldn’t have been as committed to seeking out the local naiads as he was. But they were best friends! Would it have killed him to give Ceki the benefit of the doubt?

The light was farther away than he thought. Or maybe it was moving? Whatever the case, he went a little faster. No more wasting moonlight, no more arguing with Aimar. He tried to convince himself he wasn’t disappointed.

At last, the blue light got bigger. Ceki grinned and picked up his pace even more. The closer he got, the wilder and closer together the trees grew. Low hanging branches tried to obscure his view every few feet, he squeezed between trunks, and climbed over rotting logs. With every step, the blue aura grew. It was so close now, he could almost taste it!

His fairy light flickered, at risk of going out. Ceki stopped to recast the spell. It fizzled out. So did his light, dousing him in near-complete darkness. He tried again, and again, and a few more times to recast the spell. His fingers didn’t even spark. The white fur on his legs stood up, ears pinned back.

“Weird,” he mumbled.

Ceki glanced ahead. The blue light was close enough now that it could brighten his way instead, the glow sneaking between the gaps in the trees. He gave up on his fairy light and reached for his goal.

“Hello?” he called, pushing between two final leafy branches. “Anyone there?”

The blue light warped like a mirage before his eyes. Through the magic haze, he saw a figure. A beautiful figure, with a literal waterfall of hair, rushing down their back and ending in a spray of foam. Their curvaceous body and full breasts flowed with currents of water and magic, semi-transparent and lightly glowing. It took everything Ceki had not to jump and cheer.

“Hey,” he said, inching a little closer, “are you one of the naiads? Because I’ve been looking for you all—”

The figure disappeared. So did all the light. Which wasn’t a great sign.

“Uh. Okay.” Ceki whipped his head all around, but saw nothing in the dark. His spells still fizzled out. “I’m guessing this is one of those illusions I’ve heard so much about?”

A soft giggle brushed his ear, and sent a shiver down his spine. Unseen hands wandered from behind, around his waist, and up his chest.

“I don’t really know what’s going on,” he admitted, “but I’m down for whatever, so—”

The hands gripped the collar of his shirt and yanked. Ceki lurched forward with a grunt. Something crashed into him from behind, sending him to the ground with a yelp, and a dozen lights appeared before his eyes.

“What the fuck?” he demanded, shielding his face.

“Ceki?”

“Aimar?”

He squinted between his fingers and saw his friend doing the same. He also saw way more fairy lights than necessary hovering over their heads—his spells had been working after all. Ceki waved all but one away and scrambled to his hooves.

“I thought you left,” he said, a smile already growing, “what changed yo—what happened to your pants?”

Aimar, naked from the waist down, pinched the bridge of his nose. “The naiads took them. And your shirt, apparently.”

“What?”

Ceki looked down and found his pinkish chest bare, leaving him with only the fur on his legs and back to cover him in the night. As opposed to Aimar, who did not have the same coverage, leaving the near-hairless skin of his lower half very… exposed.

He snapped his eyes up. “What, uh—why are you here though?” he asked.

“I’ve been following you the whole time,” Aimar explained. “Or I tried to—you disappeared, and I just had to follow the light. And now we’re here.”

So he did want to come. Ceki brightened. “Well, let’s get a move on then. We’ve gotta get our clothes before heading back, but I bet we won’t be needing them.”

“I hope they didn’t hide them somewhere.”

After agreeing not to run off on his own again, Ceki let Aimar take the lead. They squinted deep into the forest for any sign of another blue light, or the figure of the naiad in the illusion. It was exciting to know they were close enough for the naiads to reach out with magic, meaning they were definitely close. Despite that promise, Ceki found it hard to concentrate, eyes inexplicably drawn down to the perfect, round shape of Aimar’s—

Head. His head, which was the only round thing of note to be looking at, long elvish ears poking out of his shoulder-length black hair. And Ceki wasn’t even distracted by it! Obviously! There was nothing to be distracted by.

He turned his gaze completely to one side, to dutifully look for the next sign of the naiads and no other reason. Between the trees, he actually saw something.

“Hey,” he said, pointing into the forest at another blue shimmer. “Is that what I think it is?”

Aimar slowed. “Could be.”

“Do you want to check it out?”

“Sure, it’s all we’ve seen so far.”

“Okay! Let’s—”

“Wait.” He held out his elbow. “We’re not getting separated this time.”

Ceki hesitated before taking it. “Y-Yeah, of course.”

They marched into the trees together, arms linked, and fairy lights bobbing overhead. Aimar stuck to his side like they were tied together, close enough for their hips to brush every so often. Ceki stared dead ahead at the soft blue glow.

Sure enough, it got bigger and bluer as they continued on. Their fairy lights went out when it was at its biggest and bluest, washing them in its inviting radiance. The illusory figure came back, the same voluptuous naiad with the waterfall of hair. When the two of them staggered through the trees, mostly naked, arm in arm, the illusion giggled at them.

“Hey, you got us!” Ceki said. “Really funny back there! So, uh—”

“Can we have our clothes back?” Aimar interrupted.

Ceki nudged him. “Dude, come on.”

“What?”

Before he could explain, the figure floated over the grass toward them. Despite knowing it wasn’t real, Ceki wanted to run his hands over the watery curves, run his fingers through the currents of hair. He caught his breath when the illusion put its cool palm flat against his chest. It hooked the fingers of its other hand around Aimar’s collar, tugging him closer. Even Aimar couldn’t stay stoic at that, wide-eyed as the naiad pulled him nose to nose. Ceki was almost jealous—then he saw the watery fingers tighten.

“Uh, actually,” he realized, “hold on a sec—”

The illusion disappeared, their fairy lights reappearing in a blinding flash. When their eyes recovered, Aimar’s shirt was missing.

“Really?” he complained.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Ceki said. “They aren’t just going to give your clothes back, the whole point is that you have to go find them.”

Aimar sighed, staring down at himself, now completely naked except for his shoes. “I guess I don’t really have a choice now.”

The familiar giggle of the illusory naiad interrupted. Both of them snapped around to find its source, and saw the glowing blue figure waving Aimar’s shirt like a flag. As soon as it made sure they saw, it turned around and raced into the trees.

“Hey—wait!” Aimar called, and took off after it.

“I thought we were staying together!” Ceki protested, but ran into the trees after them both.

They chased the naiad illusion through a dense tangle of branches and roots. It was all Ceki could do to keep an eye on Aimar, much less figure out where the illusion went. More than once, they had to stop to catch their breath, but the naiad never let them stay lost. If they dawdled too long, it peeked out from behind a tree or a bush, whipping Aimar’s shirt around and taunting them with a laugh.

The illusion led them deeper and deeper into the forest, until the trees thinned out. A light appeared ahead of them, spilling between evenly spaced trunks as if it were day on the other side. At the very edge of the separating tree line, the figure stopped, shirt lifted over its head like a prize.

“Mine!” Aimar cried, leaping at the illusion with his arms outstretched.

It disappeared. He collapsed in the dirt, flat on his face. Ceki stumbled over his legs and crashed to the ground with an alarmed bleat. To the ground—and on top of Aimar, planting himself right between his shoulder blades.

“Ow,” he groaned.

“Sorry!” Ceki rolled into the grass. “Sorry, man, I…” He sat up and looked around. “I think we made it.”

“Yep.” Aimar struggled to his knees, shirt fisted in his hand. “Sure looks like it.”

The bright light they’d seen through the trees revealed itself to be a dozen fairy lights, floating high above the surface of a wide, clear lake. Or it would have been clear if it wasn’t absolutely teeming with creatures of all shapes and sizes, in the water, on the shore, and everywhere in between. Most were naiads. All of them were fucking.

There were dozens of people, all of them engaged in some act of passion or another. The only things louder than the splashes were the cries of lust that reverberated over the water, carrying off into the night. Ceki grinned at the scene, taking in his new surroundings with a growing heat in his belly.

“Hi there,” teased a nearby voice, somehow familiar.

“Uh, hi,” he blurted, before he even saw who it was. Then he gasped, jumping to his hooves. “You’re the—!”

The naiad from the illusion wiggled their fingers from the nearest shore, just as beautiful as the projection promised. They leaned on their crystalline blue arms, half in and half out of the lake, droplets scattering onto the grass from their watery form. They didn’t have eyelashes to flutter, but the twinkling lights that made up their eyes provided the same effect.

“You know,” Aimar said, getting to his feet, “you didn’t have to do all that.”

“Sorry,” they said. They slowly dragged a hand across one of their heavy breasts, tracing the enchanted curve. “Maybe if you join in the fun, I can make it up to you.”

“Works for me,” Ceki agreed.

The last thing he saw was Aimar kicking off his shoes before he trotted to the lakeside and jumped into the water. The shallow water near the shore only came up to his thighs, but it was warm—pleasantly warm, like a heated pool. The naiad from the illusion laughed in delight, throwing their arms around him for a full kiss. Ceki jumped at the feeling of their watery lips, as warm as the water surrounding them. The rushing currents of the magic that made up their body thrummed against his mouth, rushing over his skin unlike any way he’d ever been kissed before.

The same magic currents hummed over his body, the naiad pressed firm against him. Their tits squished against his chest, droplets of water skating down his torso. And now that Ceki knew they were real, he ran his hands over their enchanted curves. Smooth and frictionless, his palms skated over the slick surface of their hips. The currents pushed against his hands, but the surface tension was so weak he nearly dipped into their body. Curious, Ceki tried to grab their plump ass. He got two fistfuls of water and a loud moan.

“That’s good?” he asked, just making sure.

“Yes,” they laughed, running watery fingers through his hair. “You’ve never been with a naiad before, have you?”

“Not until now.”

“Oh, good.” They grinned, lifting themself up by his neck to cross noses. “I love teaching the new ones how to play in the water.”

Ceki shivered. “I—I like learning. I love learning.”

The naiad took his arms and dragged him back to the shore. On the way, he saw Aimar tangling with a different naiad, back-to-chest with them as the naiad felt him up and teased his cock. His stomach lurched for some reason, and he quickly turned back to his own partner.

“We can play with your friend later,” they assured him with a smirk.

They laid back against the shore dragging Ceki along. They placed his hands on either side of their head, so he was hanging over them, hips pressed together. Ceki shivered again as the enchanted currents raced along his furry crotch, providing stimulation without anything actually moving. He sighed hotly, pressing forward a little. It wouldn’t be long before his cock pushed out of his sheath, already warm and bulging with arousal.

“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked, before he forgot.

“Kleodora,” they said. “You’re Ceki, right?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

They snaked their arms around his neck again. “You’re fun to watch.”

That did it for him. Ceki groaned as his cock dropped free, hard and already dripping. Kleodora reached down to stroke it, and he gasped at the feeling of their currents buzzing over his shaft. They palmed the head of his cock, and he jerked his hips. He fucked right through their hand, and they both gasped. It was a weird visual, Kleodora’s hand skewered all the way to the base, but they didn’t seem to be in pain. They weren’t even uncomfortable, teasing him by moving their hand up and down his shaft, fucking it. Ceki whined a little, not sure how to feel about it but unable to ignore the pleasure that spiked through his body.

“Want it to feel even better?” Kleodora asked, dragging their hand up to palm his tip again.

“Y-Yeah, for sure,” he stuttered.

They put their arms over their head and spread their legs, showing off a totally blank crotch. There was nothing different about it compared to the rest of their body, a semi-transparent, featureless surface made of water and magic. Ceki glanced down, then back up.

“Do I just… go?” he asked.

“Mhm.” They arched off the shore. “Just fuck me like you’d fuck anyone else.”

That seemed a little too easy, but he wasn’t about to complain. Ceki angled his hips and thrusted forward, cock breaking the surface tension of their body like it did to their hand. His mouth dropped open, hands fisting in the grass.

The currents of Kleodora’s body tightened around him like a muscle. He watched the water swirling in their hips change directions to twist around and around his cock. They seemed to be enjoying it, too, breathing a fluttery sigh as they swirled his cock with their whole body. It was a whirlpool of pleasure so strong he struggled to come to grips with it.

“Ho-oly shit,” he gasped.

“Good?” Kleodora asked, but it seemed like they knew the answer.

“Y-Yes, yeah.” He laughed breathlessly, still a little in awe. “This is crazy.”

“Tell me about it while you get moving, hm?”

Ceki nodded, swallowing thickly. He pushed out, shuddering as the currents dragged against his shaft. When the head of his cock threatened to break to the surface, he plunged back in. They both moaned, Kleodora tightening around him again, currents spinning faster. Ceki thrusted again and again, trying to keep an even pace without losing his mind.

Each time he fucked into them, the currents clenched harder, twisted faster. More and more water inside their body change the direction of its flow, diving down to circle his cock. Each thrust was easier than the last, pulled deeper and faster by the strength of the water’s pull. A small vortex tried to trap his cock inside them, trying everything to make him stay.

“Y-You know,” Ceki said, watching himself get sucked inside, “nobody’s hole has ever fucked me back before.”

Kleodora giggled, stretching their legs wider. “Never?”

“Not literally.”

They sighed as he thrusted again. “I’ll make it a good first time for you.”

Ceki groaned, pressing inside them deep, but he wasn’t about to be outdone. He braced himself, planting his hooves in the soft sand and dirt of the lake bottom, and snapped his hips. Kleodora gasped and moaned, their body spinning up a stronger whirlpool for him. He fucked them hard, hips slapping together. Water droplets scattered off into the air and across his body, but Kleodora either didn’t notice or didn’t care.

“Harder,” they moaned, arching high off the shore. “Yes, harder!”

That was a tall order. Ceki panted, thighs already shaking from his work and the way Kleodora did exactly as they promised—they fucked him back good. The vortex of their body was tighter than any hole he’d fucked, sucked him stronger than any mouth, and he wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last. Waves reverberated throughout their body from how hard he thrusted into them, and they wanted more? Kleodora moaned as the waves rippled up their body, crashing and breaking over their tits—and that gave him an idea.

He propped himself up on one hand and grabbed through one. They nearly screamed as he played around in the currents of their body, caressing and swirling around in the water. He ducked low and licked the other, tasting fresh, crystal water and feeling the buzz of magic against his tongue. Kleodora sobbed in ecstasy, currents clenching tighter after each of his fast, messy thrusts.

It was getting to be too much. Ceki moaned with a mouthful of watery tits as the current pulled his cock along. He tried to pull out, to thrust again, but he couldn’t. It was too strong, the vortex sucking him in too hard. He squirmed and whimpered, cock trapped in the whirlpool of Kleodora’s body.

“Just a little more,” they breathed. “Just a little more, I’m so close, I’m gonna break…”

Ceki didn’t know what that meant, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved his hand down and jerked himself off. Splashing through the water of their hips, he fisted his cock through the relentless currents. He moaned into their chest and barely heard Kleodora gasp as he came inside of them. His hot cum streamed out of his tip and got sucked away by the vortex, spiraling through their crystalline body.

“Oh shit,” they moaned, currents spinning faster than ever. “Oh shit, oh shit!"

Kleodora jerked their hips up and the currents broke—and now Ceki knew what that meant. The vortex snapped apart, reverberating through their body down to the very tips of their watery fingers. Ceki watched, transfixed, as his cum raced around inside them and shot out, scattering over the grass.

“That was fun,” they said, melting on the shore.

“Yeah,” Ceki agreed. He leaned on his elbows, catching his breath. His cock shrank back into its sheath, tucked up between his legs.

“Wanna go again?”

“I, uh… I think I need a second?”

Kleodora smiled up at him like they had a secret. They pushed on his chest, and he was too tired to protest, letting them roll him onto his back. They straddled his hips, sitting pretty on his damp, furry thighs.

“Drink,” they said, and tapped their fingers against his mouth.

“Drink… you?” he asked.

“You already got a taste, right?” They wiggled their fingers. “Why don’t you have another?”

Assuming this was some kind of naiad foreplay, Ceki opened his mouth and sucked. Their fingers collapsed easily into a mouthful of water he could drink, so he swallowed it down. The magic shot through his nerves and he twitched, zapped with energy. He stared wide-eyed at Kleodora. They just smirked.

“Keep going,” they said.

Ceki was about to protest that he’d already drank their fingers—and what a weird thing to almost say—but his tongue met their fingers when he tried to speak. He sucked them down, shivering from the shock of magic, and felt the water regenerate the shape in his mouth. He sucked them down again, spine tingling. Now it was foreplay.

“There’s a reason we have to stay in the water” Kleodora said, watching drink him drink their fingers down with lustful eyes. “Evaporation, drought, splashing our bodies down. But I love letting other creatures like you have a little piece.”

Ceki moaned. His body buzzed with energy, magic coursing through his nerves, and it only took another mouthful before his cock popped free of its sheath. Kleodora sighed hotly, already sitting right on top of it. They took their hand back to fondle themselves, brushing their tits and grabbing their thighs. Ceki jerked up, aching to feel their currents again

“Mm, so excited,” Kleodora said, starting to rock. “Stay put, I’ll give it to you.”

Ceki couldn’t resists reaching out to grab their hips, but otherwise let Kleodora ride his cock all they wanted. Their currents were less intense this time, more of a tease, caressing his shaft with little bursts of energy. Kleodora rolled their hips against his and rubbed their own body down to give him a show, making little waves as they bounced. He lolled his head on the grass, breathing heavy already.

Not too far away, he saw Aimar again, with the same naiad as before. His naiad had him bent in half at the waist on the shoreline, pounding his ass with what must have been an enchanted watery cock. Aimar didn’t notice him, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and moaning. Ceki couldn’t hear him, there was too many other moaning voices on to pick out a single one. He sort of wished he could hear Aimar’s, though.

“Excuse me,” said a voice on his other side. Ceki turned and saw a halfling, soaking wet from head to toe. She ran a seductive finger down his face. “Is this seat taken?”

“I’m down,” he said, glancing at Kleodora.

“Go ahead,” they agreed, not even slowing down.

The halfling—Ceki forgot to ask her name before she sat down—rode his face while Kleodora rode his cock, and he forgot about anything else but being drowned at both ends. He worked her cunt with his tongue and Kleodora reached out to grope her a few times. They had to sit up to reach her, leaving their currents spinning on the very tip of his cock. Ceki moaned into the halfling’s thighs every time they left him hanging, desperate to have his cock swallowed up again.

When they’d all finished, the three of them moved on. Kleodora set Ceki loose to “play in the water” while they waited to greet any newcomers, and off he went. After a drink from another naiad’s body, he found out what a magic water cock felt like—sort of like a vibrator, but more malleable—hooked up with another satyr that liked to lock horns while they fucked, and eventually found himself in a deeper part of the lake, getting handsy with at least three other naiads.

Ceki let them go wherever they wanted, moaning and leaning against the nearest body. He’d asked for their names, but couldn’t remember any of them, mind reeling from all the orgasms he’d had that night. The one thing he couldn’t stop remembering was how Aimar had looked getting spread and fucked on the shore.

He tried to stop himself, but his eyes always wandered back that way. Aimar never strayed far from the shore where they started, letting other people come to him instead of going out of his way. Ceki saw him now, laying there by himself, resting. Basking in an afterglow, maybe? Was he done for the night? Ceki never even got a chance to…

“Need some help?” one of the naiads asked.

“Huh?” he mumbled.

“I think he needs some help,” a second agreed.

“Wait, help with w—”

A huge wave crested under his back and shoved him away. The three naiads waved cheerily as he catapulted toward the shore with absolutely no control over his journey. Ceki held his breath and squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for impact.

The wave broke and shoved him against another body. Water rushed over their heads and left them both sputtering and coughing as it receded.

“Sorry,” Ceki said, “I don’t know why that happened.”

“Well that was about to be my first question,” said Aimar.

Oh fuck. It was Aimar.

Ceki scrambled up to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He wasn’t, a semi-drenched Aimar staring up at him from the shore. And Ceki had a hand on his chest. And they were both naked. And this was awkward now.

“S-Sorry!” he spluttered, trying to slink away. “Sorry, man, I didn’t—uh, I didn’t mean to—”

“Why?”

It was so unexpected he froze. “It’s… I didn’t want to interrupt you, so I’m… sorry for that?”

Aimar cupped the back of his neck and dragged him back down. Ceki’s heart jumped into his throat, too shocked to argue.

“Don’t be,” he said, lacing his fingers behind Ceki’s head.

“Okay,” Ceki squeaked.

Aimar laughed, so easy and relaxed, nothing at all like he was before. He ran a thumb across Ceki’s bottom lip, and it was so electrifying that Ceki almost didn’t notice they were kissing.

When he did notice, he returned it hungrily. He dove for Aimar’s mouth and messed up his hair. It made him so frantic he was almost nervous—he didn’t realize he wanted it this much, but now that he had it, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity. Ceki kissed Aimar until he mouth dropped open to moan, then peppered his neck and chest to hear more. With a whine, Aimar dragged him up by the horns to find his mouth again. He didn’t try to separate again.

Buzzing with excitement, Ceki didn’t notice how long they were making out until he felt his cock drop from its sheath for the dozenth time. He shuddered, forcing himself to break the kiss.

“Do you,” he started, hesitantly. “Do you want to, uh—”

“Yes, obviously,” Aimar told him. His thin lips were swollen and flushed, eyes dark with lust.

He nodded quickly. “Okay, cool, cool. How should I…?”

“I’m so loose right now, you probably won’t need any help” He scooted down and spread his legs, his own cock hard against his stomach.

A loadbearing chunk of Ceki’s brain shut down. “I’ll—I’ll be careful. Just in case?”

Aimar chuckled and shrugged. “Whatever makes you feel better.”

He had absolutely no idea what it would make him feel, but he knew this was what he desperately wanted. Ceki lined up and slowly pressed himself into Aimar’s ass.

It was true, he was very loose. He must have been messing around with more than the naiad tonight, because the inside of his hole felt slick already. Ceki bit his lip hard, clenching every muscle so he didn’t ram in at full speed. Aimar, on the other hand, had a relaxed and pleasant smile on his face.

Ceki bottomed out and he lurched forward with a gasp. Aimar arched with a little grunt. He was so warm inside. He was loose from being fucked, slick from other cocks, but now it was Ceki’s turn. Now Ceki got to fuck Aimar—his best friend. The thought made him tremble.

“Move?” Aimar asked, unmistakable tension behind his voice. He wanted this too.

“Moving,” Ceki agreed.

He pulled out gently, and replaced his cock the same way. He ignored every instinct telling him to start pounding and never stop—he wanted to feel every inch of this. Ceki savored the experience of sinking into his ass, succumbing to the tantalizing heat. When he could go no farther, their hips molding together, he repeated his slow, deliberate motions. In and out, in and out, he sighed and watched his cock disappear. Deeper and deeper, filling Aimar like he’d wanted all night. Then back out, fucking him gently like a good friend should.

Aimar seemed to have other ideas. He did whimper for Ceki’s achingly soft thrusts, fisting his own hands in his hair, but his lips pouted. Impatient, he writhed and arched in the grass, cock dripping pre-cum onto his stomach.

"For the Gods' sake, Ceki, go faster,” he ordered, but his barely masked desperation made it closer to begging.

Ceki pushed in as deep as he could and captured his mouth again. Aimar took a tight grip on both his horns, keeping him locked in place. Ceki hiked one of his legs over his shoulder, and did what he asked.

Fucking Aimar wasn’t really any different than any of the other people he’d messed around with that night, except it very much was. When Ceki slammed into his ass, burying himself to the hilt over and over, the one moaning underneath him wasn’t a random creature he barely knew. Aimar told him to go faster, fuck him harder. Aimar gasped against his lips, curled his toes, trembled and shook for the speed of his hips. It was Aimar’s hips that Ceki rammed into, damp fur crushed against wet skin. He was fucking Aimar, and his head spun.

The quick thrusts were so much better than the slow ones. All Ceki could do was pant in his face, hammering his cock home, but it felt so good. Aimar’s loose hole let him slip in and out so easily, and his pre-cum just made it slicker inside, but he always tried to clench down. Despite asking him to go faster, moaning for it, it was like Aimar couldn’t help but want to keep him buried. It almost felt like the naiads again, a hole that fucked him back. He jerked his hips too fast, too messy, and fell out.

“Sorry,” he breathed, fumbling a hand down to line himself up.

“I don’t care, I don’t care,” Aimar whimpered. “Just come back, just fuck me, Ceki, please, please fuck me.”

He whined, desperate, and finally found Aimar again. He plunged deep and nearly sobbed in relief. Aimar clutched him with all four limbs, moaning loud approvals into his ear. Ceki fucked him hard and fast, face buried in his neck to muffle his ecstasy. Aimar came first, bursting between their stomachs and coating them both. Ceki wasn’t far behind, gripping his hips to bury his cock as deep as he could to come. Both of them sweaty, panting, and spent, all it took was one glance for them to agree: they needed to fuck again.

Ceki couldn’t seem to stop fucking him. After replenishing themselves with the help of a naiad, Ceki went right back to his ass. They flipped positions multiple times: Aimar face down, riding his cock, riding him in reverse, but it was unspoken that Ceki always be balls deep inside him no matter what they did. Sometimes other creatures joined in—fucking their faces, using Ceki’s ass for themselves, helping Aimar by stroking or sucking him off—but the two of them were always glued at the hips. Ceki didn’t bother to count how many times he’d come inside him, but it was enough that his cum leaked from Aimar’s overused hole. It made him even more deliciously slick, and so much easier to fuck.

“You feel so good,” Ceki told him, for the hundredth time. “You feel so, so, so good.”

Aimar trembled underneath him for the hundredth time, bent at the waist and thrusting back against his cock. “Fuck me, fuck me, I’m so close, I’m gonna come again—Ceki, I need to come again!”

He buried a hand in Aimar’s hair, sucked a bruise into his neck, and grabbed his throbbing cock. Ceki jerked him off furiously, slamming his ass, fucking him as hard and fast as he knew he wanted. Aimar moaned so hard his voice cracked, coming over his fingers and quaking from head to toe. Ceki stroked him hard, cock buried in his ass, while he finished—he’d learned that was another thing he liked, to clench around him while he came.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned, going limp in the grass.

Still hard, Ceki caressed his hips. They were red from all his grabbing and clutching. “Can I use you?”

He nodded, spreading his knees. “Please, do it, use me to come.”

Ceki was pretty sure he’d never get tired of hearing that, which was why he asked every time. He fucked Aimar’s cum-stuffed ass one more time, burying his cock deep to fill it even more. After so many rounds, his thighs dripped with the stuff.

 He pulled out so he cock could return to its sheath, and collapsed on his back next to Aimar. They both heaved and trembled, lying dormant as the orgy continued to rage all around them. Aimar threw a floppy arm over to pat his chest.

“I think I’m done,” he muttered, “for tonight.”

“Me too,” Ceki said. His bones felt like jelly, and no amount of naiad replenishing magic energy would make up for how sore he was going to be tomorrow.

Aimar rolled over and curled up against his side. He put an arm around his shoulders, instinctive and easy. The splashing, squealing, and moaning of the other partiers created a familiar cacophonous soundscape. He smiled into the night, shutting his eyes to enjoy the moment.

Ceki only realized he’d fallen asleep when someone shook him awake.

“Hey there, rise and shine,” Kleodora sang.

He jerked up and immediately regretted it. Not only was it horrendously bright, he ached in places he didn’t even know he had muscles. Every square inch of his body had been ground to thin beef jerky, then run over by a car, and then partially eaten by birds.

“Ow,” he remarked, cringing himself up.

Kleodora smiled sympathetically. “Feeling rough?”

“Very.” Ceki squinted around the lake.

The fairy lights that kept the place lit at night were obviously gone, the midday sun high in the sky. Various non-naiad orgy guests either slept peacefully on the lakeshore or groaned in agony upon waking up. One very important guest was missing, though.

“Have you seen Aimar?” he asked.

Kleodora pointed. “He’s right over there, Arethusa has your clothes.”

Ceki swung his stiff everything in the direction they indicated, and saw Aimar not too far down the shore. He sat by the water, talking with another naiad—Arethusa, presumably, and who Ceki recognized as the one who he watched fuck Aimar the previous night. As promised, his dry shirt was folded neatly in the grass, Aimar already wearing his own clothes.

“Thanks,” he said, creaking to his hooves. “And also thanks for last night, I had fun.”

“My pleasure!” Kleodora said, and blew a kiss. “You’re welcome anytime.”

“I might need a month to recover from this, but I’ll be back at some point.”

They laughed and waved, swimming off to wake another unfortunate creature. Ceki waddled down the shore to retrieve his shirt.

“Hey,” Aimar greeted. “Sleep well?”

“Until I woke up, it was great,” he said. He swiped his shirt off the ground.

Arethusa chuckled, arms folded over his chest. “That happens a lot. Anyway, like I was saying.” He pointed through the trees. “Just head south until you hit the river, and follow it all the way west to Athendrolyn, you should hit the first bridge into the city in about an hour on foot. It’s the easiest way to get to and from the lake by a long shot.”

Ceki put his hands on his hips. “So I was right about the directions!”

“Yes, congratulations,” Aimar said, struggling to his feet. “Let’s see if you can do it backwards this time.”

“Take care, you two,” Arethusa said, swimming off. They both waved and set off for the directions he gave them.

It took about fifteen minutes of walking for things to get awkward. Well, awkward for Ceki. Aimar seemed to be in a great mood, despite the fact neither of them could walk faster than the average senior citizen. Probably because of… everything they did together.

“That was fun,” Aimar suddenly said.

“Y-Yeah,” Ceki agreed. He nudged him with an elbow. “Aren’t you glad we didn’t go to a regular dorm party instead?”

He put his hands up in surrender. “Yes, I’m glad, you were right about how awesome this would be.”

Ceki laughed nervously, scratching his furry leg. He swallowed. “Hey, about… all of last night, I guess.”

Aimar raised a brow. “What’s up?”

“Are we still—you know, are we cool?”

“Why wouldn’t we be cool?”

“I—I don’t know, I just wasn’t sure if you’d…” What was he worried about? He didn’t really know. “I guess we just did a lot of stuff last night, and I wanted to make sure it wasn’t… too much?”

Aimar stopped him with a gentle hand. “Hey, I asked you to.”

He shuffled his hooves. “Yeah, but you kinda seemed like you were on the fence about coming to this thing, so…”

He blinked, surprised. Then smiled into his chest. “Ceki… I was annoyed last night because I was jealous.”

“Of what?”

“You kept talking about all the sexy naiads, and I didn’t think you’d want to hook up with me while we were there.”

Now it was Ceki’s turn to be surprised. “What, why not?”

He laughed, half covering his face. “After last night, I have no idea!”

Ceki laughed too, baffled. “Dude, you could have just asked me.”

“You’re right, I totally should have.” Aimar took a step closer and wrapped his arms around his neck. “Do you want to hook up with me?”

“Just at orgies or in general?”

“In general.”

Ceki's stomach flipped over, and a grin spread over his face. “Yeah, I want to.”

Aimar smiled back. “Cool. Probably not today though.”

“Oh Gods, definitely not today.”

And on the long walk back home, they commiserated with each other about how many pain killers they were going to take when they got there.

excerpt from the Athendroyln After Dark Anthology by Annika Sage Ellis

Full prompt list for the Anthology Blast

Tips are appreciated!

Contains: magical disease, awkward conversations

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The sun shimmered through the half-open curtains and onto Morgan’s sleeping face. He wrinkled his freckled nose as the light drew him from his slumber. He didn’t know what time it was yet, but he knew it was too early.

Though the daylight started the work, his body finished it. After a minute of burying his face in the pillow again, Morgan resigned himself to being awake. He rolled onto his back and stretched, cracking his blurry eyes open to the waking world. His thin pajamas rubbed over a sore spot.

He winced, reaching down to adjust the fabric away from directly touching his crotch. He’d been out most of the afternoon with his bed-friend, and they may have gotten a little overzealous. Thaira had been excited to incorporate magic to their scenes, and it was one of the most intense things they’d ever done—not that he was complaining. It was a great night, and he even made it home in time for dinner.

Morgan rolled over to face his wife, Violet, still asleep in their bed. He’d left the house in the first place to give her privacy with her bed-friend, so really, it all worked out. He brushed her straw-blonde, messy hair out of her face. She didn’t so much as twitch. Their “activities” must have been intense, too. He made a mental note to ask her about it.

His body submitted a note for him to get up and go to the bathroom. Morgan took a moment to pout about having to leave the warmth of the blankets, but scooted out from under them eventually. The edge of the mattress sank under his weight where he sat, plucking his glasses off the nightstand. The world came into focus, and so did an annoying ache across his backside.

Morgan grunted to his feet and shuffled across the carpet. The sore feeling spread into more unfortunate places, twinging with every step. He was itchy, too, like someone had dumped a bunch of sand into his pants. He grimaced, but brushed it out of his mind. It was nothing a pain killer couldn’t fix, and if he really had to, he’d call Thaira and ask for a healing spell.

The bathroom tile was a cool shock to his bare feet. Morgan shivered, kicking the door shut lightly and blinding himself by flicking the light on. Squinting through the glare, he lifted the toilet seat, gingerly tugged his waistband down…

And screamed.

Several loud thumps came from the other room. Violet burst through the bathroom door, eyes wide and frantic. “What’s wrong, what happened?” she blurted, gravelly voice the only evidence she’d been asleep mere seconds ago.

Morgan couldn’t respond. He stood aghast, dick in his hand, but it looked frighteningly different than the last time he’d seen it. The normally peachy skin was green—then blue, purple, cycling through a dozen colors. It covered his entire crotch, crossing to the inside of his thighs, lighting him up like an art project. What was worse, it itched and burned like a rash, not that he was lucid enough to scratch at it. Every so often, runes would fade onto the spectrum in bright white, then burst into sparkles.

Violet followed his gaze and gasped. “Oh—my Gods, what is that?” she asked.

“What the fuck?” he croaked. “What the fuck is this?”

She guided him to sit on the edge of the bathtub. “Stay here, hon, I’ll call Thaira.”

Violet bolted out of the room as quick as she’d entered it, leaving Morgan alone with his… situation. He couldn’t take his eyes off the shifting rainbow, a strange mix of mesmerized and horrified.

A few more runes burst along his shaft. It took a second for him to process the shapes in his brain, but they looked eerily familiar. Like the ones Thaira had drawn on him the previous day. His stomach dropped—was this some kind of magic STD? Did he catch something contagious? Was Thaira infected too, or had he passed in on to her when they did their scene? Morgan had so many questions, and exactly zero answers.

His bladder didn’t seem to understand the severity of the situation. He rolled his eyes and stood up again. If he was going to panic, he didn’t want to piss himself. He took care of his business and winced the whole time—it burned.

Morgan washed his hands twice before plopping back down on the edge of the tub. This was definitely some kind of magical infection, right? Could magic do that? He regretted not doing more research before agreeing to Thaira’s suggestions. He was just so excited—and she was a certified wizard and everything!

“—glad I didn’t wake you up or anything,” Violet’s voice said, outside the bathroom but quickly approaching. “I think we would have gone to the ER next, honestly, I have no idea what’s going on.”

She returned with her phone pressed up against her ear and the entire first-aid kid in hand. Morgan’s eyebrows shot into his hairline. Was it that bad?

“Sure, sure, he’s right here. I’ll put you on speaker.” Violet sat down next to him and held her phone between them.

“Hey, Morgan,” Thaira said, accompanied by the greeting hisses of her head full of snakes. “I’m told you had a bit of a surprise this morning?”

“Hi,” he said. “Yes, although surprise is an understatement.”

“What’s going on?”

“Well. A rainbow?”

“A rainbow.”

“Yeah, on my crotch region. And it’s itchy, and runes keep appearing? I’m sore, but that might be unrelated.”

“Hmm. Can you send me a picture or video or…?”

“Yeah, we can turn on the video call or something, right?”

Violet nodded and tapped the button for a video call. Thaira appeared a second later, chin-length hair of western hognoses and sandy-brown face contorted with concern. It was one of the few times either of them ever got to see her eyes—slit-pupiled and bright yellow—since her paralysis didn’t work through a camera. It made blindfolded scenes way more exciting, but was likely a part of Morgan’s problem. He took the phone from Violet.

“Here’s what I woke up to,” he said, and tilted the front-facing camera down. He left it there for a few seconds, the itchy rainbow cycling through several full spectrums and a few runes.

“Yep, that’s what I thought,” Thaira concluded, without any degree of severity. “You’ve got enchanter’s burn.”

“Enchanter’s burn,” he repeated. He tilted the phone back up and found her completely casual.

“Is it serious?” Violet asked.

“Nah, it happens all the time. It’s a normal reaction from your skin coming into close contact with runes for too long.”

Violet raised a brow at him, but Morgan didn’t have time to explain his kinks at the moment. “So what do I do about it, then? Is it contagious, is this a—a sex thing?”

Thaira laughed, snake hair hissing along with her. “It’s not just a sex thing, and it’s not contagious. It happened to basically everyone in my freshman class for rune mechanics, just because we were around them all the time. Just slap a little magic suppressant cream on it and you’ll be fine.”

“Oh.” That didn’t sound too bad. He glanced at Violet, who was already rummaging around in the first-aid kit. “Anything else we should know about it?”

“Uhh, let’s see.” She counted on her fingers. “Some people call it ‘creeping runes’ but it’s the same thing. Try not to scratch, if you can help it, the runes might spread to your fingers. Don’t get any other runes close to your skin until it’s fully healed.”

He nodded. “Easy enough.”

“Which means we won’t be doing that type of scene for a little while.”

It made sense, but he was still disappointed. “Probably for the best.”

“If I think of anything else, I’ll text you.”

“Alright, thanks Thaira.”

She waved, and her snakes wiggled. “Bye-bye!”

Morgan ended the call and handed the phone back to Violet. She snapped the first-aid kit shut and took it back.

“Well, I guess we’re going to the drug store,” she said. “No magic suppressing anything in there.”

“To be fair,” he replied, “we’ve never needed it.”

“Guess we should keep it stocked now, huh?”

“Probably, yeah.” Morgan sighed and rubbed his eyes under his glasses.

Violet put an arm around his shoulders. “Hey, it’s not so bad. Like Thaira said, it’s not serious, and now we know what it is. It’s not even in a huge spot.” She glanced down, trying to smile. “It’s in an unfortunate spot, but, you know.”

Wordlessly, Morgan stood up. He shuffled his pajama pants the rest of the way down, exposing his ass to the world. He didn’t need a mirror to know why Violet sucked in a harsh breath.

“Okay. A slightly larger area.” She leaned around his hips. “What did you even do yesterday?”

Morgan stared mournfully up at the ceiling. “I’ll tell you later.”

excerpt from the Athendroyln After Dark Anthology by Annika Sage Ellis

Full prompt list for the Anthology Blast

Tips are appreciated!

Contains: person/inanimate objects, dubious consent, masturbation, semi-public masturbation, enchanted sex toys, horny accidents, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, fellatio, impact play, light bondage, multiple orgasms, forced orgasms, getting walked in on

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Geni cleared the last product off the “New Arrivals” display, leaving only the mini whiteboard sign, and dropped it into the plastic tub at her feet. All of it was going back into storage to make room for newer arrivals, which should be arriving later that day if the shipment notification told the truth. And she hoped it was—there was nothing more annoying than clearing out an entire shelf for a delivery that didn’t exist, then putting it all back.

She stretched hugely, tucking her deep brown, nearly black, arms under her curled horns and shook her legs, rustling the long, white, curly strands of fur. Opening up the shop wasn’t her favorite thing in the world, but at least it would be a slow weekday shift. Plus, with the manager helping out, even though Geni could have done it herself, they got most of the hard stuff knocked out in no time. Every job had its challenges, but she had to admit that this sex shop was the most laid-back environment she’d ever worked in.

Mating Dance was a cute little store in the little High Walk district, fitting for the third-smallest district in the city. The building was long and asymmetrical from its history as an alleyway between two buildings that no longer existed. The shelves were crammed with products to accommodate the lack of space, everything from dildos to cock cages to corny erotic board games up for sale. What room was left on the scarlet-painted walls was covered up with framed prints from local erotic artists and photographers. Employees were encouraged to kick out any customer that made them uncomfortable—which Geni had taken advantage of plenty of times—and the pay was better than working in a grocery store by a long shot.

She snapped her fingers and the tub at her feet lifted into the air. It rose higher and higher, wobbling precariously. Geni held her breath as the spell stabilized around the heavy container. Her magic had always been hit-or-miss, even now that she was in the process of getting a wizardry certification. Sometimes her spells just fizzled out or did something completely different than what she intended. Her instructors claimed it was the fault of an easily broken concentration, but she found that hard to believe.

The plastic tub held still at eye-level, waiting for direction. She sighed in relief and nudged it toward the storage room.

“Hey, Geni!”

She jumped and the container crashed to the floor, boxes of sex toys spilling out onto the floor. It was Zephyr, her green and yellow feathered harpy manager. Their terracotta brown face, topped off by a swirl of red hair, winced from where they peeked in through the back door. Geni hung her head, her own curly mop obscuring the mess of her failed spell.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” Zephyr said.

“It’s fine,” she said, attempting not to sound annoyed. “Did you need something?”

“Actually, yes! That shipment got here early.”

Geni snapped out of it. “Really? That never happens.”

“I know, right? There’s a few boxes, I’ll need your help to carry it in.”

 Leaving the old toys scattered on the floor, Geni trotted to the back of the shop. Zephyr held the door open with one of their wing-arms, curled talons on the end to approximate fingers. He often needed help carrying in deliveries, even with his magic. His hollow bones and long tendons were great for flying, but not necessarily lifting heavy objects. Geni was happy to assist, it was her job after all—though she elected to carry these brand new products in by hand this time.

 They hefted all three boxes inside, next to the tub Geni spilled. Zephyr sliced them open with one very sharp talon, and the two of them crouched on the floor together to unpack the inventory. Two were standard deliveries, refreshing products they already had in stock, but the third was something new entirely.

A rainbow of toys greeted them as they flipped it open. The well-known PassionaTech brand blazed across the top of the individually packaged boxes in an elaborate cursive. A depiction of the toy inside each particular box was front and center, along with dramatic and colorful descriptions of its features, how long its enchantments lasted, and how sexy it was. Across the bottom, it boasted a new and deeper form of pleasure, thanks to the power of…

“’Synchro’?” Geni read, pulling out one of the flashy boxes.

“It’s a new line of enchanted toys,” Zephyr confirmed. They cocked their head at the one in her hand. “Just released earlier this year.”

“What’s the gimmick?”

“Take a guess.”

“Synchronizing, obviously, but with what?” Ears tilted curiously, Geni turned the box over where the longer marketing copy explained the premise. “‘Each toy in our new and industry shattering’—yeah, right—‘Synchro line is enchanted to excel in one individual act of pleasure.’ Only one?”

“Keep reading.”

“‘With each Synchro toy activated, the secondary synchronization enchantment ensures that they work in tandem, not just with each other, but with your body. Every Synchro toy harmonizes with its companions, allowing hands-free combination and unlimited fantasies. Synchro was made for you to create an unforgettable erotic experience—a new and deeper form of pleasure.’” Geni snorted. “That’s a little dramatic.”

Zephyr shrugged his wings. “Probably. But they have to sell them somehow.”

“Well, at least this one’s waterproof.” She tossed the toy back into the box. “So, these are going on the display, right?”

“Yeah, I think one of each color should be enough.” He looked over his shoulder. “If you can find a place to shelve them, go ahead, but if you can’t, come talk to me and we can rearrange something.”

“On it, boss.” Geni shoved the Synchro box closer to the display table. She glanced back at her earlier mess, plus the other two boxes. “Actually, do you want me in storage instead?”

Zephyr got to their feet, ruffling their feathers. “I can take care of it. You’re better at setting up the displays anyway.”

“Alright, let me know if you need any help before we open.”

“Who’s managing who around here?”

Geni laughed and went back to the New Arrivals display at the front of the store. Zephyr magically whisked the remaining boxes into the storage room, disappearing behind one of the awkwardly shaped corners. With this one thing left to do before Mating Dance opened, Geni prepared for an easy day on the job.

The Synchro line had five colors in its sexual rainbow—pink, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Geni picked out one of each, setting them on the display to be unwrapped. She nudged the full box aside with a hoof to see if she could find a place to put them later.

Pink was first, a palm-sized external vibrator. Geni looked it over for any blemishes or broken parts. The toy was smooth silicone all the way down except for a small plastic cap on the very end, inscribed with a line of tiny runes around the edges. The ones that fueled the enchantments, no doubt. Geni rolled her eyes and picked up the next box.

Synchronized sex toys was a fine gimmick, but there was no way it would ever live up to the hype they promised. Enchanted sex toys were already a hassle—trying to wrangle a magic vibrator with lube-slicked hands was a nightmare, especially for Geni’s already finicky magic. This Synchro nonsense just made it more of a hassle to squeeze money out of their customers.

Because really, an enchanted sex toy that could only do one thing? That was the real gimmick, being able to sell their toys like collectables to people who bought into the idea that “synchronized enchantments” were worth the money they could get buying one, better enchanted toy. Geni would not be partaking in this charade. She preferred mundane sex toys in the first place.

Most of the line was self-explanatory. The yellow one was a vibrating dildo, the green one was a regular dildo with a suction-cup base, and the blue one was a butt plug, each with runes engraved somewhere on it. The only toy Geni couldn’t figure out was the purple one—it looked like a random slab of silicone about the length of her forearm. The box claimed it was a “versatile erotic enhancement” toy. Which meant absolutely nothing, but whatever. Someone would find a way to use it.

She brushed the empty boxes and the instructions onto the floor to be thrown out. Now for the fun part: organizing the display. Geni tried a few different set-ups, leaning them against each other, lining them up in rainbow order, and incorporating a mannequin hand to hold one. After disassembling her latest configuration, she realized she forgot to change the whiteboard sign. She waved her free hand at the check-out, the other still occupied with organizing.

She expected a whiteboard marker to fly into her hand. Instead, her hand started vibrating.

Geni frowned, ears pinned back against her head. The little pink toy buzzed away in her other hand where she clutched it. She flipped it over to the bottom, and sure enough, the enchantment runes glowed bright and active. How did that happen? She poked it a few times, fingers sparking with magic. It changed the speed, but not to off.

“How do you…?” she muttered. She tried holding down the enchantment for a few seconds, willing it to stop. Nothing.

Already not the biggest fan of these, Geni sighed heavily. She really didn’t want to ask Zephyr how to use this thing, but apparently she had no choice. She set the toy on the display to let it buzz away while she went to storage.

It was her first mistake.

Geni didn’t get two steps before the pink toy flew off the display and shoved itself between her legs. She gasped, stumbling across the floor as it glued itself to her clit. Several settings in from her attempts to stop it, the vibration was a rapid, powerful pulse. She stood completely still, awkwardly spread apart, and eyes pinched shut.

“Fuck,” she swore. Now she really didn’t want to ask for Zephyr’s help.

Geni glanced all around, trying to come up with some sort of idea. She spied the abandoned boxes and instructions on the floor. The instructions! Surely those would help her. She waddled over to the boxes and gingerly knelt down.

The vibrator switched positions, dragging itself across her clit, and she slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle a moan. It pulsed hard and fast against her, lighting her nerves on fire. Geni froze with her back arched and her palm over her face. She had to turn this thing off, now.

Frantic, she slapped the boxes around looking for the one the pink vibrator had come in. The whole time, her clit throbbed, and her breath came short from the magic onslaught of pleasure. When she finally found the box, she yanked the instructions out desperately.

“Okay, okay, okay,” she sighed, shuffling on her knees back to the display table. “On and off, please, tell me.”

Unfortunately, this stupid company printed the instructions with the smallest letters known to any creature. Geni struggled to her feet, panting, squinting, and the vibrator in no hurry to stop. Leaning heavily on the display, she tried to read the miniscule instructions in the light from the window. She glanced up, staring right out of the store and onto the street. She swallowed. Luckily this thing was small. Her fur was so long, maybe nobody passing by would notice.

That wasn’t important. Geni hunkered down to solve her ridiculous problem. She reached down and grabbed the little vibrator, pulling it away from her clit. Relief flooded her, and she almost collapsed back to the floor.

“‘Tap the runes with’—I did that. Blah, blah, ‘make sure to charge the enchantment,’ whatever. Where’s the stupid off button on this thing?”

Geni slapped the instructions down, pinning her ears back. The stupid pink toy buzzed her fingers, slick from playing around in her cunt. She took a breath. This thing was magic. It was an enchantment. All she had to do was cast a spell to freeze it.

She clenched her fist around the vibrator and closed her eyes. She felt its magic, the power that coursed through it, and through her. The same power that it used to rub her clit and make her wet would be the same that she’d use to turn it off. It was all connected, the flow of magic from one creature to one object and back into the universe. Geni relaxed, grasping that power in both hands, and casted a spell to make it stop having sex with her. Even though it was kind of hot.

The spell pulsed through her body like the buzzing of the vibrator. It flooded her nerves and burst through her hands. Geni snapped her eyes open, triumphant. But the vibrator hadn’t stopped buzzing, and under her other hand…

Horrified, Geni watched as the yellow vibrating dildo rose up from under the instructions, where she placed her other hand. At the same time, the pink and yellow toys chimed and sparkled, rippling with the glow of their enchantments. Synchronizing. The dildo squirted something clear from its tip, and she remembered one of the enchantments boasted on the box: self-lubricating.

The only idea she had was to run. Geni scrambled back from the display, but both toys followed. Her legs were shaky. She couldn’t get away fast enough.

As a team, the pink toy latched on to her clit again and the dildo stuffed itself up her cunt. Geni locked her throat so she wouldn’t make any noise, but fuck she wanted to. The dildo and the vibrator moved in and against her at the same time, vibrating with the same intense, rapid pulse. The yellow one fucked her, dragging its vibrating tip past her g-spot, and the pink buzzed her clit every time it drove home. Slick lube leaked from the dildo and dripped down her inner thighs.

Geni caught a glimpse of someone walking and she dropped to her knees. The toys kept fucking her and she could only bite her arm to keep herself quiet, the change in angle devastating her again. At least nobody outside saw her—hopefully.

On all fours, she couldn’t do anything but let the sex toys have their way with her. She trembled and whimpered into her arm as her cunt got pounded, her clit destroyed. The pink toy flicked her back and forth now, still buzzing hard with every thrust the yellow one gave. She wondered what changed, when it was completely stationary before.

The thought popped like a bubble when the dildo slammed home hard. She sobbed into her arm, back arched and ass in the air. Her short tail wagged back and forth almost as fast as the vibrator. Geni gave up being angry and thrusted back against the dildo. If she was going to get fucked, she was going to enjoy it. And as stupid as these toys were, they knew how to fuck.

She muffled a moan as it slammed her cunt, buzzing tip finding her g-spot perfectly. Geni thrusted for the dildo and humped the vibrator, drooling over her forearm. Every thrust, flick, and pulse made her squirm and shake. Her thighs were soaked, gushing past the dildo and matting her fur to her legs. Another hard thrust and she quaked.

Geni was so close now. Maybe the toys would stop if she came. Maybe she would have an orgasm, they’d stop, and she could wash them off and no one would ever be the wiser. She’d just come one time, she just had to come, she needed to—

Geni clenched around the dildo and moaned wantonly into her arm. Her body trembled from her horns to her hooves as she came. Ecstasy washed through her as easily as magic, but instead of escaping, it filled her up with bliss. It went on and on, the enchanted toys fucking her through her orgasm.

But they didn’t stop when it was over. When Geni came down from her high, her oversensitive clit was still getting flicked around, her cunt still stuffed. She groaned, this time out of annoyance as much as eroticism. Back to the damn instructions, apparently.

Crawling was all she had the energy for. The toys followed, zipping along to catch up as she shuffled along on her knees. The tip of the dildo popped out of her hole when she got out of reach, only to stick itself back in by the next step. The vibrator slid up and down her clit, massaging it until she writhed. It was awful and wonderful and she needed it to stop.

Geni clambered to the display and grabbed the first thing she could stabilize herself with. Another one of the toys, of course—the green dildo, suction-cupped to the table. She ignored the way her stomach dropped, using it as leverage to pull herself to kneeling. Finally, eye-level with the display, the instructions were ready and waiting for her to read. To figure out how to turn these off, for real this time. She picked up the flimsy piece of paper in her free hand.

The dildo fucked her hard, shoving itself up her leaky, overused cunt, and the vibrator buzzed in tandem. Geni choked on her breath, body snapping up in shock. The instructions fluttered out of her weak, shaky hand.

“No!” she gasped, fumbling for it. She missed.

The instructions twirled like an autumn leaf to the floor. Geni couldn’t think, breathe, or move anymore—she just casted a spell at it, willing it into her hand.

Something else came to life instead. She wasn’t surprised, but a little exhausted by now.

The green dildo came off the table with a pop! and sparkled. The other toys paused, giving her a moment of relief, to synchronize with the new addition. The green one flew at her, but instead of up her ass or—Gods—trying to share her cunt with the other dildo, it went up her shirt. Geni fell back, startled, as it sawed away between her tits.

Geni yanked her shirt up just in time. The green dildo spurted the same clear lube as the yellow one, splattering clear goop on her chest. For a resigned moment, she just watched. Cunt worked to oblivion, tits slick and bouncing from the silicone cock sliding between them, her lust coalesced into something mesmerizing. The yellow and green dildos slid in and out, up and down, in perfect tandem.

She came so close to moaning openly. Her legs trembled too hard to walk, her clit was sore and raw, her cunt ached—and now this, watching herself get tit-fucked. It was so much. A clumsy hand reached up to pinch one of her nipples, rolling it between her fingers. She whined in the back of her throat.

“Shut up,” she begged herself. Why was she doing this? She wanted to stop these things.

The green dildo gave her chest one last bounce and popped free. As if it heard, it flew up to her mouth, pressing its leaking tip against her lips. She gasped, surprised, and that was all the invitation it needed. It pressed against her teeth, trying to push past them into her mouth.

Fuck it, she decided. Geni opened her mouth and fell onto her back.

The green dildo slid inside, and she sucked it like it was a real cock. To her surprise, the magic self-lubrication tasted salty, an approximation of pre-cum coating her tongue. When it slid out, she licked the smooth tip. It gushed, the salty, fake cum-lube close enough to the real thing to make her whine. With a shudder, she opened her legs wide, dropped her mouth, and put her hands on her tits.

Geni let herself be fucked in three different ways—four if she counted her own hands. She pinched and teased her nipples while the magic toys ravished her body. Her cunt was so fucked it almost hurt, but neither toy slowed. The dildo in her mouth muffled her moans and whines, stuffing her up where she needed it most.

It didn’t take long to have her second orgasm that morning, hips snapping and tremors wracking her used body. The toys kept fucking her like it wasn’t even happening, overstimulating her until tears pricked her eyes. Drool and cum-lube leaked from the corners of her mouth. She squirmed against the toys, arching so far back her horns touched the floor. It lasted for what felt like minutes, the whole time she moaned and clutched her tits, too uncoordinated to tease herself.

Her orgasm faded and she grabbed the green dildo so she could breathe. Geni turned her head to the side so it couldn’t fly right back in. Saliva and cum-lube dripped onto her cheek. She chewed her lip.

The other two toys sat on the display. She could see them from here, the blue butt plug laying on its side, and the weird purple slab draped over the edge. What would happen if all five of them synched up? What would it feel like? What did that purple one even do, anyway?

It was a horrible idea, but Geni was too lust-drunk to care. She threw a floppy hand toward the display and casted her spell twice.

The butt plug jumped to life. Everything stopped to synchronize, shimmering prettily. Predictably, the plug found her ass, more than lubricated enough from her drippy cunt. It swirled around her hole and fit itself snugly inside. Geni shoved the green dildo back in her mouth to muffle her crazy moan. The plug wedged itself deep inside her ass, spreading her tight hole and pushing against her walls. She bucked against it, scrabbling at the floor when it started to vibrate.

The purple slab floated over too. Everything stopped again, the purple thing hovering in the air to shimmer and shine. Geni watched it as all the other toys came back to life. It stayed there, suspended in the air for a moment. Most of it went limp without warning, only held up by a few inches at the end.

It slapped her across the tits. She squeaked past the dildo in her mouth, shocked. It slapped her the other way, leaving a hot sting across her skin. The burn hadn’t faded before it smacked her chest a third time, striking the same tender spot. Geni cried out behind her stuffed mouth, fists clenched in her hip fur. With no mercy, the purple toy smacked her tits so hard they bounced, back and forth, paying no heed to her sobs.

She couldn’t tell if it was out of pain or pleasure, and wasn’t sure if it even mattered. Almost everything hurt now—her clit was rubbed raw from constant vibrations, her cunt was so fucked it hurt, she could barely breathe through her mouth. Her newly stuffed ass throbbed as the plug stretched it out. And now her tits were getting slapped around, silicone smacking against her skin until it burned.

It was too awful—too wonderful. Geni peaked faster than ever, filled and fucked in so many ways. Her third orgasm was small, but her hips bucked hard. She moaned louder than both of the others, and nearly choked on the dildo in her ecstasy. She pulled it out, freeing her mouth just in time for the purple thing to slap her again. She gasped, arching off the floor as her skin tingled, deliciously painful. Her body throbbed and ached in every muscle, good and bad, lust and loathing. It slapped her again, the muffled buzz of vibrators harmonizing with the smack of skin on silicone.

Another smack rang in her ears, and she panicked. Was it loud enough for Zephyr to hear? Storage was an entire room away, but it wasn’t exactly far. Frantic, she grabbed the purple slab.

As soon as her fingers closed around it, the silicone slithered like a snake through her weak fists. It spun around and around until it tied itself around her wrists, locking her in make-shift handcuffs. Geni barely had time to dread her situation before it flung her arms over her head. The purple toy pinned her to the floor on her back, with the four other toys fucking away. She squirmed in her restraints, trembling as her body was taken over.

Geni watched the green dildo fuck itself on her tongue, using her mouth like a wet hole, and filling her throat with its cum-lube. The yellow dildo did the same, peeking between her trembling legs just long enough to tease her cunt before pounding it hard. The pink vibrator rubbed her exhausted clit, forcing it to endure far past its limit. The butt plug had no trouble sending shockwaves up her spine, the same intense pulse as the other two. Her tits still burned from the beating she’d taken, and now the purple thing intended to let the other toys have their way with her.

Despite the Synchro line being enchanted silicone, Geni felt more like a toy than any of them. She was used, abused, and fucked to their non-existent hearts’ content—they paid no heed to her magic or her quivering body. More than that, it was as if they were working together to ravish her, to squeeze as many orgasms out of her as they saw fit. They thrusted together, vibrated together, filled every hole she had, and smacked her silly until she came. They were synchronized.

It wasn’t the chaotic mess that five random enchanted toys would have been. If Geni had activated five completely separate products, they would have been all over the place. There would be no coordination, no rhythm, because they would function as if the other toys weren’t there. The Synchro toys fucked her in perfect unison, as one cohesive unit, taking her apart again and again.

Geni had to hand it to them. It was a deeper form of pleasure.

As the line of enchanted toys chased her to orgasm again, she almost wanted to cry. She was so tired, so used, so everything, but they wouldn’t stop. The fur between her legs dripped with cum-lube and her own wetness, her face was slathered in her own saliva, her legs shook, she tried to squirm away as they fucked her, but she knew they wouldn’t stop. She could have screamed it, but they wouldn’t. They couldn’t hear her. They weren’t even alive. They would fuck her until their enchantments wore out, which could be hours of her life. Hours spent being forced to come again and again, locked to the floor, and made to endure hours of this incredible agony.

Geni writhed, arched, bucked her hips, sobbed and moaned when her mouth wasn’t stuffed with silicone cock. She wrenched her wrists to try and free herself from the purple toy, but to no avail. The bubbling, horrible feeling of orgasm built up again, and she couldn’t take it anymore. Geni kicked her hooves, thrashed her head, did everything she could think of to make it stop, but nothing did. The toys were fucking her, they were going to make her come, they wouldn’t stop—

“What in the Gods’ name is going on?”

Her peak crashed immediately. Geni whipped her head around to see Zephyr, gawking at her helpless state. She wriggled harder, pleading with her eyes for them to help her. Slowly, they inched around her to tap the purple handcuffs. All the toys froze and sparkled as the purple toy went limp.

Geni sat up, frantic, and yanked the dildo out of her mouth. “Thank you,” she rasped. “Thank you, I promise this was an accident—I was holding the pink one and it activated when I was trying to do something else, and I couldn’t figure out how to shut it off and—”

“Shut it off?” Zephyr asked.

“Y-Yeah, like make it stop?”

“You just cancel the spell.”

They gingerly touched the drenched green dildo with the very end of their talon. Their wing-hand shocked with a tiny spark. The toys all froze to de-synchronize again. The green one stopped leaking freely, going upright and rigid in her hand. Geni stared at it.

“Oh,” she said.

“Do you… not know how to cancel spells?”

“I—I’m—hah—”

The other three toys were still merrily fucking away at her. Sitting on the butt plug hadn’t done her any favors, either. One by one, Geni plucked the toys out of her holes and cancelled them herself. Her face went hot with embarrassment.

“I thought you said you used enchanted toys before,” Zephyr asked.

“I have!” she insisted. “But it was… it was a mundane toy that got enchanted later… so it had an off-button to press.” Her shame boiled over, ears meekly flattened to the side of her head.

“I see.” They looked around at the mess she made. “Go get cleaned up. I’ll handle the display.”

Geni fixed her shirt, gathered up all the used toys, and hid in the bathroom until the store opened.