The Black City ch.2

Author's Note: THIS IS PATROWEEN, THIS IS PATROWEEN

A quick return to a more recent story that got some love, as I figured it'd be a good fit for the spooky season with its heavy lovecraftian and apocalyptic themes. I'm also just really enjoying writing it and having a good time with it, it's a little on the story-heavy side but that's a refreshing change of pace from my recent releases, I think. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy. <3 Happy Patroween!

[fu/fu] [tags at the end]

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‭‭I awake with a startle when I feel something crawl across my bare skin.‭ ‬Letting out a strangled yelp,‭ ‬I sit up completely,‭ ‬scurrying back against the peeling white paint of the apartment wall,‭ ‬and throw away my moth-eaten blanket.‭ ‬In the dim light of the single browning,‭ ‬guttering lightbulb hanging from the ceiling,‭ ‬finding the culprit is difficult but possible‭; ‬a massive,‭ ‬jet-black cockroach about the size of a teacup scuttling down the side of my mattress and onto the floor.

When I look at it,‭ ‬however,‭ ‬it pauses‭ ‬--‭ ‬noticing me notice it.‭ ‬It turns back to face me,‭ ‬revealing a face not unlike that of a small dog,‭ ‬defiled by human teeth and thick,‭ ‬cracked human lips.‭ “‬We all die someday,‭” ‬it tells me.‭ ‬I remain silent for a long moment as its eyes bore into mine.

My attempt to reply,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬is interrupted by a sickening crunching and slurping sound,‭ ‬as one of Zazkoroth’s tentacles smashes into the creature from around the corner.‭ ‬Following the tendril is the rest of the creature itself,‭ ‬heaving his massive bulk onto the roach’s body.‭ ‬“AaAaahh YEsS,‭ ‬this Zaz does enjoy a cruMch that makes mouth-words,‭ ‬for they are richest in m0isture...‭!”

“I don’t know whether to be appalled at what I just had to witness,‭ ‬or overjoyed that whatever that thing was is gone,‭” ‬I sigh.‭ ‬A groan follows as I roll out a kink in my neck,‭ ‬getting up without dressing and wandering to the kitchen.‭ ‬The feeling of hunger is so familiar now that its various stages are difficult to distinguish from one another‭ ‬--‭ ‬food would be scarce enough as is without the...‭ ‬corruption,‭ ‬that’s made so much of it inedible to me.‭ “‬Zaz,‭ ‬do we still have milk‭?”

“Silly hy00man,‭”‬ Zaz croons,‭ ‬slithering up beside me,‭ ‬his tendrils winding loosely around my body,‭ ‬caressing my midsection in what I can only assume is an effort to soothe me.‭ ‬“The girl-milk we haRvested is at peace now,‭ ‬but contemplate g00d fortune‭ ‬--‭ ‬there remains ghost-milk.‭”

“Ghost mi--‭?” ‬I pause,‭ ‬and do a deeper dive into Zaz’s thoughts,‭ ‬absorbing not only his interpretation of what he’s trying to describe,‭ ‬but his understanding of it.‭ “‬Yogurt.‭ ‬You mean we have yogurt.‭”

“YesSs,‭ ‬the ooze-spirit of What Was Milk.‭”

I nod and go for it,‭ ‬opening the fridge to fetch the bowl of what had once been human milk,‭ ‬taken by Zaz through methods I have no desire to inquire about.‭ ‬Mixing it with some dusty old fruit cereal is...‭ ‬not perfect,‭ ‬but the closest thing I’m going to get to an edible breakfast without going‭ ‘‬shopping.‭’ ‬What the cockroach said is weighing on me,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬I’m sure it’s just some awful little abomination from some blasphemous realm beyond the spheres,‭ ‬with no purpose but to upset and disturb what few‭ (‬if any‭) ‬sane minds remain in the Black City,‭ ‬but...‭ ‬I’ve been thinking about it already for some time.

Zaz has plenty to eat,‭ ‬feeling no ill effects from corrupted food or even mutated creatures.‭ ‬I,‭ ‬however‭ ‬--‭ ‬as I unfortunately had to learn the hard way a few years back‭ ‬--‭ ‬will get deathly sick from it.‭ ‬I’m stuck scrounging for whatever’s left of the old world,‭ ‬and with each haul we bring back less and less.‭ ‬I exhale through my nostrils,‭ ‬looking down at the faded pastel rings of starch swimming in thin off-white slime,‭ ‬and take another bite.‭ ‬It’s not terrible.‭ ‬It just won’t last.

Where is it going‭?

Smell it,‭ ‬smell it.‭ ‬Smells...‭ ‬smells of purple and green and screams and clouds....

Star-thing,‭ ‬star-thing,‭ ‬where do you fall‭?

Where go,‭ ‬girl-creature‭? ‬Girl-thing‭?

What blackness belches you out‭?

The ambient mental chatter of the damned is something I’ve long since learned to live with and ignore.‭ ‬It can’t be tuned out,‭ ‬but after a while it just becomes...‭ ‬white noise,‭ ‬I guess,‭ ‬like that weird shit Zaz is always watching on TV.‭ ‬That said,‭ ‬it’s incredibly rare that I hear all those voices‭ ‬--‭ ‬all those thoughts‭ ‬--‭ ‬synchronize to focus on a single thing.‭ ‬What’s far more disturbing is that whatever visitor the crazies are so captivated by...‭ ‬I can’t hear them.

‭“‬Zaz,‭ ‬do you hear th--‭” ‬I begin,‭ ‬then pause.‭ ‬It’s hard to remember that Zaz doesn’t have my gift,‭ ‬that the things I hear are for me only.‭ ‬I furrow my brow,‭ ‬then try again.‭ “‬I think someone’s outside.‭”

“Oo0oh‭? ‬Mayhappings we go on the roof and take an little peEp‭? ‬Friendz maybe‭?”

“Fuckin‭’ ‬doubtful.‭ ‬I’ll get dressed and grab the crossbow.‭”

A few moments later,‭ ‬and Zaz and I round the last staircase to the rooftop of the apartment,‭ ‬where Zaz usually does his nighttime watch while I’m asleep.‭ ‬I settle into the chair at the edge of the flat,‭ ‬trash-strewn square roof,‭ ‬looking through the magnifying sights on the crossbow and down to the streets of the Black City below.‭ ‬Crazies churn around like ants fleeing a burning hive,‭ ‬moving from building to building,‭ ‬clamoring,‭ ‬chattering,‭ ‬watching,‭ ‬trying to get a better vantage point to watch the traveler.‭ ‬And I see them,‭ ‬too‭ ‬--‭ ‬or,‭ ‬her.‭ ‬If it is a her at all.‭ ‬Even with the sights,‭ ‬I can’t get a great look at her,‭ ‬especially not under her mottled,‭ ‬greenish cloak and hood...‭ ‬but I can see that she’s looking up at me.

I reach down with my mind,‭ ‬targeting her,‭ ‬trying to find her thoughts,‭ ‬trying to pierce whatever focus or meditation she’s using to block me,‭ ‬but...‭ ‬nothing.‭ ‬Just silence,‭ ‬like nobody’s there at all.‭ ‬Is it me‭? ‬Have I finally lost it,‭ ‬gone crazy like everyone else‭? ‬Is the traveler even there at all‭?

“Well look at that,‭ ‬Raine,‭”‬ Zaz beams at me with his single huge baby-blue.‭ ‬“A new friend f0r us‭!”

“You see her‭?”

“Of c0urse,‭ ‬and feel her.‭ ‬She is...‭ ‬different.‭ ‬Let us wander d0wn the Many Flights to meet her‭!”

I nod,‭ ‬and prepare myself for the long walk down to the bottom of the apartment complex,‭ ‬down nine full floors before finally reaching the exit.‭ ‬Zazkoroth shifts in front of me,‭ ‬keeping his massive bulk interposed between me and,‭ ‬well,‭ ‬whatever’s waiting for us outside.‭ ‬I keep the crossbow up,‭ ‬waiting to get a decent look at this stranger.‭ ‬From what I can see so far,‭ ‬she’s tall,‭ ‬maybe six feet,‭ ‬give or take an inch or two,‭ ‬with a lot of that height seeming to be legs.‭ ‬Wrapped around her is not a cloak or poncho,‭ ‬as I’d thought,‭ ‬but a three-quarter length hooded jacket,‭ ‬and from its splotchy,‭ ‬pallid green coloration,‭ ‬I can only assume it’s been put together from the skins of corrupted humans.‭ ‬A black canvas duffle bag is slung around one shoulder,‭ ‬enough of a context clue to assume she’s out hunting for supplies.‭ ‬Still,‭ ‬I can’t sense anything from her mind.‭ “‬Alright,‭ ‬fucker,‭” ‬I hiss from behind Zaz,‭ ‬narrowing my eyes at the traveler.‭ “‬You sane or not‭? ‬Pull that hood down‭!”

“I assure you,‭” ‬comes a calm,‭ ‬feminine voice,‭ ‬bearing a rolling accent that I can’t even attempt to place.‭ “‬I’m as sane as you...‭ ‬likely moreso.‭”

Zaz’s body ripples,‭ ‬a low sound burbling out from him,‭ ‬like his insides are trilling against each other.‭ ‬To my absolute befuddlement,‭ ‬the stranger looks at him,‭ ‬and makes a softer burbling sound in return from beneath her hood.‭ ‬It’s musical,‭ ‬in a way,‭ ‬if music made you want to shove corkscrews in your ears to drill the sound out.

‭“‬Hood‭! ‬Now‭! ‬I fucking swear I’ll put a bolt right in you‭!” ‬I shout,‭ ‬but a soothing transmission from Zaz’s mind murmurs its way into my brain.

‭“‬Be n0t afraid,‭ ‬little droplet,‭ ‬she is a friend,‭”‬ the tentacle-creature says,‭ ‬and the woman slowly pulls her hood down.

I definitely wasn’t sure what I expected,‭ ‬but it wasn’t this.‭ ‬She’s human...ish,‭ ‬with a head and face and eyes and whatnot,‭ ‬but she looks,‭ ‬erm...‭ ‬not corrupted,‭ ‬not like the crazies out there still watching her.‭ ‬No,‭ ‬she looks like the creatures that came from the stars,‭ ‬the ones that made the Cracking happen in the first place.

Her skin is purple,‭ ‬like Zaz,‭ ‬but much lighter‭ ‬--‭ ‬more of a pale lavender color than the inky shade of eggplant that encases Zaz’s amorphous bulk.‭ ‬Her jaw is narrow and her forehead a little large,‭ ‬along with her almond-shaped eyes,‭ ‬which sport icy light-blue irises barely distinguishable from her sclera,‭ ‬and huge black pupils.‭ ‬Where there should be hair is a tangle of narrow tendrils spilling from her scalp down her shoulders,‭ ‬and what I can see of her ears‭ (‬which seem to just be knobby holes in the sides of her head‭) ‬are largely obscured by those tendrils.‭ ‬Deep violet lips purse thoughtfully on her pretty mouth as she watches me appraise her.

I sigh,‭ ‬looking to Zaz and slowly lowering the crossbow,‭ ‬focusing back on the...‭ ‬whatever she is.‭ “‬Alright.‭ ‬Friend,‭ ‬I guess.‭ ‬What do I call you‭? ‬What‭ ‬are you‭?”

A calm smile touches her lips,‭ ‬and she tilts her head curiously to the side.‭ “‬I have many questions for you as well,‭ ‬slender one‭; ‬but you are fair to ask first.‭ ‬I am called Syssyx,‭ ‬though others often call me simply Syx.‭ ‬As for what I am,‭ ‬that will require more explanation.‭ ‬Perhaps we can speak indoors‭?”

I growl quietly,‭ ‬probing Zaz’s mind for advice,‭ ‬or an answer.‭ ‬Frustratingly,‭ ‬his mind is open but lacking the suspicion that’s kept us alive for so long.‭ ‬Without the use of my own abilities though,‭ ‬I have little choice but to trust him.‭ “‬Alright,‭ ‬come on up.‭ ‬My name’s Raine,‭ ‬Raine Leclair.‭ ‬This is Zazkoroth.‭” ‬The tentacle-beast looks to me,‭ ‬squeezing his single eye shut in a catlike expression of contentment.‭ ‬I just pray he’s right on this.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

‭“‬So you’re...‭ ‬let me get this straight.‭ ‬You’re like a...‭ ‬hybrid‭?”

“Correct,‭” ‬Syx nods.‭ ‬Her jacket is all the way removed now as she sits on the couch of our apartment,‭ ‬showing dark,‭ ‬heavily-stitched cloth and leather tatters that appear terribly abused,‭ ‬but well repaired.‭ ‬They fit nicely to her form,‭ ‬as well,‭ ‬giving me a decent look at her long legs,‭ ‬full thighs and hips,‭ ‬and immodestly high,‭ ‬round breasts,‭ ‬offering a hint of cleavage through one of the wide-slashed holes in her top.‭ “‬When the Cracking occurred,‭ ‬I was a teenager,‭ ‬perhaps a few years older than you.‭ ‬The Young soon found me and kept me intact,‭ ‬safe,‭ ‬while they...‭ ‬fertilized me.‭”

“Fertilized‭? ‬Like with eggs‭?” ‬My brows knit together in confusion and slight annoyance.‭ ‬Even with as much info as she’s giving,‭ ‬I’m having a tough time getting it all,‭ ‬and really don’t like when she talks to Zaz‭ ‬--‭ ‬I can’t understand either of them,‭ ‬and only by reading Zaz’s thoughts do I get the barest inkling of what they’re discussing.

‭“‬Something like that,‭ ‬but different.‭ ‬I was both the carrier and the offspring,‭ ‬bringing the seeds of Those Beyond to term before being...‭ ‬birthed.‭ ‬I’m both human and Young One,‭ ‬a child of the earth and stars.‭” ‬She smiles at me,‭ ‬as if trying to make that weird-ass pill any easier to swallow.‭ ‬I arch a brow and glance at Zaz,‭ ‬then back at her.

‭“‬You keep saying Young Ones.‭ ‬What does that...‭ ‬y’know.‭ ‬Mean‭?”

She follows my line of sight,‭ ‬nodding at Zazkoroth,‭ ‬who burbles contently.‭ “‬There are creatures beyond the veil so much older than what we can imagine.‭ ‬Content in their dreams,‭ ‬too large to be noticed.‭ ‬It was when a new litter of such creatures were belched into reality that the Cracking occurred.‭ ‬Your friend here is one of the Young,‭ ‬child to that which is so much less finite.‭”

I sit still,‭ ‬slumped on the arm of the couch,‭ ‬for a long moment.‭ ‬This is all like...‭ ‬an other shoe I never expected to drop.‭ ‬I’ve spent years in this dying world and never knew anything about why the Cracking happened,‭ ‬or thought anyone else might still be alive.‭ ‬The train of thought reminds me of something,‭ ‬though,‭ ‬and I look back up.‭ “‬You mentioned you were traveling with other people.‭ ‬Are they still with you‭?”

“They’re at a camp,‭ ‬some miles from here,‭ ‬well-hidden,‭” ‬Syx nods.‭ “‬About ten of us,‭ ‬men and women.‭ ‬A few have slight mutations,‭ ‬but most are very healthy.‭ ‬I was traveling away from camp to look for supplies‭ ‬--‭ ‬the deranged are always fascinated with me,‭ ‬but never attack,‭ ‬so it seemed safest to send me ahead.‭” ‬I watch her as she talks,‭ ‬watch her...‭ ‬mouth,‭ ‬specifically.‭ ‬Her tongue seems too long and too flexible,‭ ‬more closely resembling one of Zazkoroth’s tentacles than what I have.‭ ‬Guess it checks out with her story,‭ ‬and explains the accent,‭ ‬but I find myself wanting a good ten or twenty seconds to just‭ ‬examine it.‭ ‬Brief glimpses are only leaving me more and more curious as to what the fuck its deal is.

‭“‬What were you looking for‭? ‬We might be able to make some trades.‭ ‬Or...‭” ‬I can feel Zaz thinking what I’m thinking,‭ ‬yet with none of the hesitation,‭ ‬urging me to make an offer I’m unsure is wise.

‭“‬How longst hath you pined for others like you‭?”‬ he warbles,‭ ‬“Perhappings this is the moment you have been waiting for.‭ ‬A c0mmunity of legwalkers,‭ ‬someones beyond simply The Zaz.‭”

I mentally hiss at him to keep quiet,‭ ‬but I don’t know how much he’s able to relay to Syssyx.‭ ‬Fuck,‭ ‬I don’t know how those two communicate at all.‭ ‬I inhale deeply and face the newcomer more directly.‭ “‬If your camp is safe,‭ ‬maybe you wouldn’t mind having two more.‭ ‬Provided the others are willing to tolerate a...‭ ‬young whatever,‭ ‬in their midst.‭”

“They tolerate me perfectly well,‭” ‬Syx says serenely,‭ ‬then stretches back out onto the couch.‭ “‬But I grow weary after my sojourn out into the rest of the city.‭ ‬Do you have a place where I can rest,‭ ‬or maybe bathe‭? ‬I would love to discuss this more later.‭”

“You sleep‭? ‬Figured you wouldn’t need to.‭ ‬Zaz doesn’t.‭”

“My body doesn’t require inactivity,‭ ‬but my mind...‭ ‬grows less healthy if I do not connect to the world of dreams.‭ ‬An element of my nature,‭ ‬be it unique or not.‭”

I nod,‭ ‬jerking one thumb over towards the bathroom and the makeshift shower Zaz and I jury-rigged into it.‭ “‬Got a shower.‭ ‬Fuck,‭ ‬you can sleep in my bed if you’ve got some food in that pack of yours.‭”

“You’re welcome to what food I have gathered,‭ ‬yes,‭” ‬she says,‭ ‬before a coy smolder touches those ghostly blue eyes.‭ “‬Though I might have hoped you’d have other reasons to want me to share your bed.‭”

“I--‭ ‬that wasn’t what I--‭” ‬I stammer,‭ ‬a pink flush immediately overtaking my face.

‭“‬Be at ease,‭ ‬friend,‭” ‬she purrs,‭ ‬standing and gesturing to the bag,‭ ‬then making her way to the bathroom.‭ ‬My mind races unexpectedly as I watch the door shut behind her,‭ ‬but first I rush for the bag,‭ ‬digging through and pulling out the most unexpected,‭ ‬most beautiful thing I’ve seen since before the Cracking‭ ‬--‭ ‬beef jerky.

I stuff a handful into my mouth,‭ ‬then toss a few strips at Zaz,‭ ‬who pounces on it like a waiting cat to engulf it with his body,‭ ‬taking into whatever awful stomach is underneath him.‭ ‬My eyes flick back towards the bathroom door,‭ ‬though.‭ ‬Syx seemed...‭ ‬pretty openly interested in me,‭ ‬and despite having spent such a long time with Zaz,‭ ‬I have to admit,‭ ‬I’ve spent a long time thinking about what it’d be like to be with someone else.‭ ‬A human,‭ ‬or something close,‭ ‬anyway.‭ ‬Another woman.‭ ‬Just‭ ‬someone different to ease the ever-deepening sting of loneliness that pervades every instant of this bleak,‭ ‬broken world.‭ ‬I lick my lips,‭ ‬glancing at the dark purple abomination next to me.‭ “‬Do you...‭ ‬do you think I should follow her‭?”

“This mind thinkz yoU should do as your instincts demand,‭ ‬hy00m.‭ ‬She is a rambuncious specimen,‭ ‬yEs‭?”

“Yeah...‭ ‬yeah she is,‭” ‬I swallow hard,‭ ‬looking back to the door.‭ “‬And we really should conserve water.‭ ‬In case we don’t decide to go with her.‭” ‬I take a breath to steady myself,‭ ‬slipping my shirt up over my head and unfastening my skirt,‭ ‬opening the door to hear the gentle sound of water spraying against the bathtub floor.‭ ‬Shredded nylon stockings and panties follow,‭ ‬and for once I don’t worry about the ineffective nub of my dick‭ ‬--‭ ‬Syssyx has tentacles on her head,‭ ‬she can’t complain.‭ ‬We all have our quirks.

‭“‬You decided to join,‭ ‬yes‭?” ‬her soft,‭ ‬lilting voice greets me from behind the shower curtain.‭ ‬I can’t see more than a silhouette,‭ ‬but what an enchanting silhouette it is.

‭“‬Smart to conserve water,‭” ‬I say quietly,‭ ‬biting my lip,‭ ‬hesitating one more instant before drawing open the curtain and climbing inside.‭ ‬Syx is...‭ ‬beautiful,‭ ‬her face as much as her body.‭ ‬Her smooth lilac skin is already wet from the shower,‭ ‬the tentacles descending down her neck glimmering with moisture.‭ ‬Her breasts are a few cups larger than my own,‭ ‬her nipples a deeper shade of violet.‭ ‬I’m now also able to notice that her feet bear only three toes,‭ ‬the same as her hands,‭ ‬which have three fingers with the addition of a thumb.‭ ‬Not the only thing she has an unusual amount of‭ ‬--‭ ‬while I can’t say I had concrete expectations of what would be between her legs,‭ ‬and that Syx having a cock about four times the size of mine wasn’t at all unanticipated,‭ ‬the fact that she has‭ ‬two of them is definitely jarring.

I try not to appear rattled,‭ ‬but the small smile that touches the hybrid girl’s lips shows that she notices anyway.‭ “‬You’re even cuter with your clothes off,‭” ‬she coos,‭ ‬extending one arm to fold lightly around my slim waist,‭ ‬pulling me towards her so that we can share the weak stream of water coming from above.‭ ‬I try not to squeak or squirm when I feel her breasts press against my smaller ones,‭ ‬and when I feel my petite girldick squish into her pair of far more impressive ones.‭ “‬I’m...‭ ‬glad,‭ ‬that you decided to join me,‭ ‬Raine.‭”

“I’m...‭ ‬I,‭ ‬th-thanks...‭” ‬I whisper up to her,‭ ‬swallowing hard.‭ ‬The height difference is more apparent than ever,‭ ‬as Syssyx towers nearly a full foot above me,‭ ‬but I melt as her other arm winds around me,‭ ‬her lips coming down to meet me in a long,‭ ‬unexpected kiss.‭ ‬And...‭ ‬it’s incredible.‭ ‬I’ve had a lot of good times with Zaz‭ ‬--‭ ‬and still plan to‭ ‬--‭ ‬but there’s something so different about this connection,‭ ‬the ability to be held and embraced like this,‭ ‬her hands sliding up and down my hips and sides.‭ ‬I lean up into her,‭ ‬kissing back,‭ ‬feeling that strange tongue slide past my lips and into my mouth.‭ ‬It’s a little firmer than mine,‭ ‬yet a little more flexible too,‭ ‬and I swear I can feel tiny suction cups at its underside,‭ ‬controlling my mouth and the kiss in a whirlwind of flesh that leaves me breathless.

One of my hands drapes along her hip,‭ ‬while the other slides between us,‭ ‬using the water to glide up her smooth skin to cup and fondle one breast while we make out,‭ ‬feeling the nipple,‭ ‬pinching and pressing it eagerly back and forth.‭ ‬I can feel a fire rising inside my chest,‭ ‬a new feeling,‭ ‬my pent-up lust seeking to release itself in a new way...‭ ‬though with the sensation of those two thick girldicks gradually rising to life,‭ ‬something tells me her technique will have certain similarities to what I’m used to.‭ ‬Joke’s on her,‭ ‬my ass is trained to handle any amount of abuse.‭ ‬I’m not sure why I’m proud of that,‭ ‬but for some reason,‭ ‬I definitely am.

I let out a gasp as she turns with me,‭ ‬pressing me against the shower wall and tilting down,‭ ‬licking around and then firmly sucking one of my pierced nipples,‭ ‬drawing a wail of excitement from me as she crouches in front of me.‭ ‬I reach down,‭ ‬getting a handful of the tendrils she has in place of hair,‭ ‬watching her lap and bite at my tiny,‭ ‬sensitive boobs.‭ ‬Both of her dicks are completely erect now,‭ ‬imposingly so,‭ ‬each looking to be around nine inches in length.‭ ‬As pleasurable and intense as her mouth is,‭ ‬I can’t help but wonder what her ideas are.‭ “‬What are you...‭ ‬p-plans for...‭ ‬pphhh...‭ ‬those...‭?” ‬I pant.‭ ‬The fact that I can’t invade her mind is thrilling,‭ ‬mysterious.‭ ‬She’s truly unpredictable,‭ ‬and being left in the dark as to what she’s thinking is like going swimming in pitch darkness‭ ‬--‭ ‬terrifying and relaxing at the same time.

‭“‬Ordinarily,‭ ‬a beautiful girl like you--‭ ‬mmmn--‭ ‬I’d have a few holes play with,‭” ‬she coos,‭ ‬biting down lightly on my nipple bar,‭ ‬tilting it sideways and drawing a yelp.‭ “‬But I see the Young have touched you in their own way.‭ ‬Shall I use only one‭?”

The answer that immediately comes to mind is‭ ‬no fucking way,‭ ‬but I should be realistic.‭ ‬Zaz always starts slow and gives me time to adjust.‭ “‬One at first,‭ ‬but...‭ ‬I...‭ ‬I can t-take both,‭” ‬I hook one leg around her hips,‭ ‬bucking and grinding against her,‭ ‬rubbing my sensitive,‭ ‬if impuissant,‭ ‬member against her breast while she bites and nuzzles at my nipples.‭ “‬Oh fff...‭ ‬f-fuck me--‭!”

“As you wish,‭” ‬the lavender woman whispers,‭ ‬and I feel her hands slide up behind my thighs,‭ ‬lifting me up and pinning me completely against the shower wall.‭ ‬Her lips close to mine again,‭ ‬kissing me wildly,‭ ‬and she angles her hips forward and upward,‭ ‬pressing the upper of her two rods against my far more petite member‭ ‬--‭ ‬and the lower against rear entrance,‭ ‬prodding the pulsing,‭ ‬slippery tip against my tight hole.‭ “‬Annh...‭ ‬you’re resistant for someone so bold,‭” ‬she coos,‭ ‬and I bite down on my lip hard before kissing her again,‭ ‬trying to will myself to relax back there.‭ ‬I’m still not quite used to something that isn’t perfectly tapered at the end,‭ ‬and it takes a moment to let her inside me.

A wail of delight escapes me,‭ ‬then,‭ ‬as the thick shaft slides into me,‭ ‬Syx’s girlcock spreading my tight hole open and spearing in deeply,‭ ‬now able to take advantage of the excessive ass-training my playtimes with Zaz have netted me.‭ “‬NnnSHIT--‭!” ‬I yelp,‭ ‬stifling my moan with her lips as I kiss her again,‭ ‬both arms wound around her slightly-broad shoulders and clinging to her,‭ ‬my lithe figure trembling with pleasure as she slides back,‭ ‬then in again,‭ ‬dragging the rigid length of her fat girlcock back and forth across the insides of my ass.‭ ‬Her top one,‭ ‬too,‭ ‬stays in motion,‭ ‬squishing dominantly against my vestigial member and up against my flat belly.‭ “‬Ohhnnmmffuckkkk...‭ ‬ohfuckohfuck...‭” ‬I squeeze my eyes shut,‭ ‬clutching to her,‭ ‬shoving my tongue in her weird-ass mouth as I thrust my hips back and forth against her,‭ ‬delighting in her protective,‭ ‬commanding embrace of me and wanting to give back everything I can.

I hiss with ecstasy as I rock back and forth against her,‭ ‬into her thrusts,‭ ‬taking her thick cock into my ass.‭ ‬It’s so much less malleable than Zaz’s tendrils,‭ ‬but something about that...‭ ‬that hardness...‭ ‬thrills me.‭ ‬She’s forcing my ass to adapt to her cock,‭ ‬not the other way around,‭ ‬and my tight back hole is more than happy to oblige.‭ ‬My tongue swirls around hers,‭ ‬and I squeeze her breast more forcefully,‭ ‬more urgently,‭ ‬my other hand sliding from her hip down to her firm butt,‭ ‬taking a handful of that and holding on to the pliable globe of flesh.

‭“‬Mnn...‭ ‬you’re so wonderfully tight...‭” ‬she purrs into my mouth,‭ ‬and I nibble at the corner of her full lips,‭ ‬breathily panting back.

‭“‬You should--‭ ‬nnfaahh--‭ ‬see how tight I am with your other dick in me,‭” ‬I encourage her with a harder grope of her butt,‭ ‬shifting back a little until her lower shaft has almost completely escaped the slick pink confines of my backdoor.‭ ‬A flutter of anticipation and enthusiasm twirls my stomach when Syx shows how eager and excited she is to push me to my limits,‭ ‬immediately gliding her top cock down along my little nub and pressing it against my asshole alongside its twin.

‭“‬Who am I to refuse such an offer‭?” ‬she coos into my lips,‭ ‬and then pushes forward.‭ ‬I suck in a sharp breath and hold it,‭ ‬a spasm rolling through me,‭ ‬my eyes starting to roll back into my skull as her second rod pushes up my butt,‭ ‬packing my no-no place chock-full‭ (‬cock-full‭?) ‬of hot dick.‭ ‬She takes an easy thrust to let me acclimate,‭ ‬then starts to resume her old rhythm,‭ ‬ramming her hips against my narrow backside as she crams my insides full of her throbbing alien girths.

‭“‬HhahaaAAahhfffuuhuuuUUuckKk...‭!!” ‬I shriek out,‭ ‬my screams echoing off the walls of the shower as she double-stuffs me,‭ ‬drilling me with a passionate relentlessness,‭ ‬moulding my ass around those two columns of throbbing purple girlmeat.‭ ‬Tenderizing me like a piece of fillet.‭ ‬I quake with my first climax,‭ ‬my tiny dick dribbling a strand of thin fluid as my asshole quivers and clenches,‭ ‬muscles rolling uncontrollably along the two pummeling invaders.

‭“‬Ahnn,‭ ‬yess‭!‬” Syx moans out,‭ ‬putting her forehead against mine,‭ ‬our breath and wails of ecstasy mingling into a single frenzied chorus as she rails my poor little butt,‭ ‬the assault relentless for several minutes longer‭ (‬and another eye-rolling orgasm for me‭) ‬before the hybrid survivor finally shifts back,‭ ‬sliding me off of her lap and back onto my feet,‭ ‬turning me around.‭ “‬Time to try you from another angle,‭ ‬little goth girl,‭” ‬she bites lustfully at my shoulder,‭ ‬pinning me possessively against the tile wall once again,‭ ‬this time with me facing it and my hands clasping to the slippery surface,‭ ‬holding myself in place for her to drill me from behind.

I press my cheek against the wall,‭ ‬closing my eyes and shuddering as I get fucked,‭ ‬my tight ass clenching and relaxing,‭ ‬clenching and relaxing,‭ ‬constantly struggling to adapt to the impressive size,‭ ‬unexpected number,‭ ‬and devastating speed of Syx’s cocks.‭ ‬I can feel her hands sliding along my body too,‭ ‬down my back,‭ ‬to my hips,‭ ‬then up my stomach,‭ ‬cupping both budding breasts and giving them a firm grope,‭ ‬teasing my nipples with her three-fingered hands.‭ ‬I push back as best as I’m able,‭ ‬ramming my butt back against her and whimpering out blissfully as I try to hold back a third climax,‭ ‬knowing her own can only be coming soon.‭ ‬I can sense the way her thrusting’s becoming erratic,‭ ‬her breathing labored,‭ ‬she’s losing control of herself and I can’t wait until she finally unloads the double-barreled dose of hot cum inside those smooth purple balls of hers.

‭“‬Hahhh...‭ ‬nnnfff...‭ ‬fuck,‭ ‬ohfuckshityes,‭ ‬hsssaAAAh...‭!” ‬I rant meaninglessly,‭ ‬and I can feel the disturbed mental clapback of the crazies in the Black City beyond us,‭ ‬reacting to the booming psychic staccato that Syx seems entirely immune to.‭ ‬I lift one leg,‭ ‬pinning my foot high on the wall,‭ ‬looking down to watch my own useless dick bounce and wobble in short circles as my ass gets plundered by those two smooth,‭ ‬thick fuckpillars.‭ ‬The spasms are coming more frequently,‭ ‬more intensely,‭ ‬and I keep holding on,‭ ‬waiting for Syx to unload.‭ ‬It seems to happen all at once...‭ ‬a lot does.

The first,‭ ‬and the catalyst,‭ ‬is the hybrid girl’s own screaming orgasm,‭ ‬herald of two barrages of‭ ‬creamy seed beaming up my ass,‭ ‬filling me with a sticky burbling sensation and driving me to my own climax.‭ ‬I shake,‭ ‬and scream,‭ ‬and like always,‭ ‬a psionic boom jolts out from my body...‭ ‬but this one is stronger.‭ ‬Or,‭ ‬different maybe.‭ ‬Rather than just riling up the crazies and making Zaz flinch,‭ ‬this one’s physical‭ ‬--‭ ‬the apartment itself shakes,‭ ‬bits of flaky drywall crumbling away,‭ ‬a tile or two coming loose, shattering on the floor.‭ ‬Even Syssyx,‭ ‬who’s seemed entirely deaf to my mental shenanigans until now,‭ ‬winces at the ripple of psychic power made manifest,‭ ‬though it doesn’t seem to distract her...‭ ‬rather,‭ ‬it appears to entice her further.

‭“‬You didn’t tell me the extent of your...‭ ‬abilities,‭” ‬Syx pants against my neck,‭ ‬squishing her body up behind mine,‭ ‬cradling me but staying buried deep inside as the shower gradually rinses us clean.‭ “‬I thought perhaps you could communicate with Zazkoroth,‭ ‬but....‭”

I chew my lip,‭ ‬tilting to look at her,‭ ‬nuzzling her.‭ ‬I’m not sure how to answer.‭ ‬This development’s as new to me as it is to her.‭ ‬After a moment,‭ ‬I murmur,‭ “‬I...‭ ‬my mind does things.‭ ‬I don’t always know exactly what.‭ ‬Part of what the Cracking did to me.‭”

“I suppose that explains this too,‭ ‬then‭?” ‬she reaches around my waist and between my pale thighs,‭ ‬caressing one fingertip along my flaccid member.‭ ‬I just nod,‭ ‬and she smiles.‭ “‬It’s cute.‭ ‬And you are...‭ ‬very interesting.‭”

“Me,‭ ‬or my ass‭?” ‬I smirk back shyly.

‭“‬Both,‭” ‬Syx nods,‭ ‬kissing me gently again.‭ “‬I must rest,‭ ‬now‭ ‬--‭ ‬especially after that.‭ ‬Soon,‭ ‬we can discuss our future.‭”

She slips from the shower,‭ ‬toweling off and beginning to dress,‭ ‬but I stay behind‭; ‬it’s gonna take some work to clean my butt out after all Syx left in it.‭ ‬That,‭ ‬and I have a lot to think about.‭ ‬I feel like,‭ ‬whatever Zaz and I choose to do,‭ ‬everything’s about to change.

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