Longwood Academy: Ch 05-06

Miss Margaret's class was a nice place to unwind. The teacher was quirky--even scatter-brained, with messy black hair and a tendency to trail-off in the middle of her sentences. She explained that in her class, students would study film for analysis and appreciation and also work to get some hands-on experience in filmmaking.

A skinny blonde girl raised her hand and asked, "Does porn count?"

Miss Margaret took a minute to stare into the distance, smirking to herself. "Um, yeah," she finally said, realizing she hadn't answered yet. "Many of the films we watch in this class will be pornographic to varying degrees, and you're welcome to take the same liberties in your film projects."

The drug seemed surprised and excited that her joke-question was vindicated. Lyra took the opportunity to lean over and suggestively ask, "Wanna be my film partner?"

Mel gave a tickled grin and nodded. Meanwhile, the teacher segued to the day's activity. "Today we'll be watching an episode of the hit anthology series Wetmare. Has anyone seen it?"

A few hands went up, including Mel's and Lyra's. The teacher nodded approvingly and went on, "For those of that haven't seen it, it's rather unusual in both its production and distribution. A salon of like-minded filmmaking put the project together, blending reality with fictional narratives through guerrilla filming, following loosely connected stories that blend the erotic with horror and science fiction. As far as actually watching the episodes goes, it falls into two camps: the ones that are easy to find, and the ones that are hard to find."

Mel got goosebumps as a suspicion occurred to her, and an eager hand smacked her shoulder as Lyra seemed to have the same thought. A few of the more infamously hard to find episodes had been written and directed by the reclusive artist known only as Margaret. Could that be Miss Margaret?

"The easy to find episodes can be watched on archives just like anything else. Personally, I think of those as the decoy episodes. They throw the general public off the trail of the real episodes. Those are found only through means like obscure forum posts, which are barely a step removed from the decoys. The really good ones only exist in the form of physical disks, traded around in clubs, left as treasures in scavenger hunts, or exclusively screened in secret locations, hidden away like speakeasy's in back-alleys and sub-basements, and in the case of one episode, this very class."

Mel and Lyra were shaking in their seats at this point, but nobody else seemed quite as excited about it. Lyra raised a hand and excitedly asked, "Are you Margaret?!"

Miss Margaret grinned naughtily and unconvincingly answered, "I have no idea what you're talking about... On that subject, though--if a single one of you breathes a word about the existence of this episode, your suspicions regarding my identity, or the fact an episode of Wetmare is screened here, I will find out, and I will destroy the only copy of the episode and immediately resign and relocate."

"What's the point?" the blonde girl asked. "Isn't this all just gatekeeping?"

"The point, Daisy, is to expand the story beyond the confines of the medium. Engaging with this anthology isn't a passive experience; it's an active one. The artists behind the series wanted to create a living form of art, wherein the viewer is also the subject, living through a unique story for an audience of themselves."

"That sounds really pretentious," the girl mocked. "What? Am I in the movie right now?"

The girl's voice repeated, from the front of the class, "What? Am I in the movie right now?"

Everyone looked. The projector has turned on at some point, showing an image of the same board it was being projected on. The camera turned, and showed the same blonde girl, but in an all the seats around her were empty. Mel looked in surprise at the screen, then back to the blonde girl, and gasped as she saw the girl was gone. The class was filled with gasps from people realizing the same thing.

"Hello?" the girl on screen called. "Where is everyone? What's happening."

The girl got out of her desk and frantically searched the room. She found no sign of anyone, so she left it, calling out for anyone. The halls of Longwood were completely empty. As she searched the school, getting more frantic as she went, there were occasional voyeuristic shots cut in, implying something was stalking her in the empty building.

Her terror gradually slowed into a generalized sense of dread, as she walked the halls with only the sound of her own footsteps. Her ears pricked up as she heard something, and she stopped in her tracks. The sound of walking continued for two more steps after she stopped, and that sent her sprinting.

At a breakneck speed, she found the double doors at the school's entrance and threw them open. Behind the doors, though, was just the same school reflected back at her. At the top of the stairs in this mirror school, she saw her own doppelgänger, running down the stairs towards her. As she turned to run, she saw the same image of herself running down the stairs.

The girl screamed and froze as her two copies rapidly closed in on her. Once they had her, they ripped off her uniform and violently fucked her, one from the front, the other from behind. What followed, in Mel's opinion, was a very hot and well-shot double-penetration scene. As the scene resolved, after the girl was filled with copious amounts of cum and just as much had been spilled from her cock, the camera turned away.

The camera focused on the wall, which was the same white color as the projector screen. With another turn, the camera panned once more over the empty classroom. Directly opposite of the projector screen, the camera settled on the girl and her two doppelgängers at the back of the room.

Mel heard a gasp from one of the other students and turned around to see what was happening. She gasped as well when she saw that, just like in the movie, the trio of identical naked girls was at the back of the class. The room was filled with gasps, screams, relieved laughs, and finally applause as everyone caught up to speed on the trickery.

The three clones bowed to accept their applause. Mel was overjoyed by the way this film took the blending of reality and fiction to a whole new level. It also made a lot more sense to her why it was only ever showed in this class--it was only worth watching when experienced this way.

After their bows, the clones wordlessly walked around the room and out the door, not staying to answer questions or continue the charade that one of them was a student. With them gone, all eyes were one Miss Margaret, who was pretending as if nothing had happened. Refusing to address the film, she announced, "Your homework this week is to watch two films--one from before the cataclysm, and one from after. Try to make them as closely related as possible."

With that, the class was dismissed, leaving a stunned group of students to wander the halls in awe and disbelief, afraid to even talk about what they'd seen where others might overhear. They were all in on a secret together, now. That made them feel like they were included in a special club, and it occurred to Mel that that was part of the movie, too.

"That was the coolest thing I've ever seen," Lyra said in a reverent hush as the pair walked aimlessly. After Mel nodded, Lyra asked, "Are you doing anything after school?"

Mel shrugged. "Not really. Might try to watch a movie for the homework."

"Wanna come watch it at my house?"

Mel tried and failed to suppress a grin. It crossed her mind that if she agreed, it would mean she would be there when Lyra's cock finished healing. Pretending to be struggling to think it over, she asked, "Would we be watching it in the theater in your basement?"

"Totally, yes," Lyra replied eagerly.

"Hmmm... I suppose that would be better than just watching it in my room... sure, count me in."

"Yay!" Lyra cheered. "I'll wait for you out front after school." Lyra kissed Mel's cheek, gave her a hockey player's smile, showing the gap where her tooth was missing, and headed off to her next class.

Mel's next class was astronomy. Her sister warned her not to bother with any academic classes in the academy, but she couldn't resist the opportunity to learn more about astronomy. Space, to her, represented limitless possibilities.

By the time Mel sat down, forever, it was apparent that she had an urgent issue. She hadn't cum in over an hour, and now her body was screaming for release. It wasn't even her cock that felt it the worst, unfortunately--that would be easier to fix by stroking it under her table. No, her holes were absolutely aching to be filled, stretched, abused, and stuffed with cum.

Mel couldn't even bring herself to pay attention to anything happening around her. Her hands moved on their own as one frantically fingered her pussy and the other did the same to her ass--each with three fingers, and she was tempted to add the fourth. Her cock was leaking precum and her holes soaked her chair, but it just wasn't enough.

A tap on her shoulder pulled Mel from her trance. She looked up and saw the teacher, a pale woman with jet-black hair, black eyeliner, and black nail polish. She silently held out an offering of two purple suction-cup dildos. Mel blushed, embarrassed, and lied, "Oh, um, I'm okay."

"You're obviously not," the teacher told her, with a voice that was kind, yet dominant. "Come on, give them a try--they vibrate, self-thrust, and just below the synth skin they've got beaded rings that spin in different directions. You'll be free to sit still and at least pretend to listen."

Mel was too humiliated to speak, but she accepted the offer, briefly standing up as the teacher suctioned the two toys onto the chair. She then sat back down, taking them inside. Her muscles gave making her go limp at the sensation of fullness and completion. From the pocket of the lab coat she was wearing, the teacher produced a small remote and activated it. Once she did, the dildos began vibration, thrusting, and spinning, just like she'd promised.

Mel painted the underside of the table white within seconds, but the dildos showed no mercy. For the rest of the class, load after load was coaxed out of Mel while she sat there, helplessly. She drifted in and out of a liminal state of consciousness, occasionally catching snippets of the teacher saying something about the moon base and proposals for futa astronauts to travel to exoplanets. Any other time, Mel would hang onto every word of a topic like that, but today she barely registered them.

All of a sudden, the toys were powered off, and the teacher was next to Mel. "Huh?" Mel asked.

"Class is over?" the teacher said, sounding like she was repeating herself.

Mel looked around and found the room empty. Mel blushed and apologized. With her wobbly legs, she needed a hand from the teacher to stand up. "Am I late for my next class?" Mel asked in a half-panic.

"You're a freshman, right?" the teacher double-checked. "It's your lunch-period. Speaking of," she added, picking up the dildos and licking the grool that was caked onto them. "Yum."

Mel's eyes went wide and she flushed red. Unsure of what else to do, she thanked the teacher and hurried out of the room. The halls were mostly empty, since Mel was running late. She stopped in her tracks when her peripheral vision caught an image of herself. The wall around one of the classroom doors was plastered with poster-sized prints of two photos, one of herself being messily face-fucked, and one up her skirt while she was bent over.

Mel was overcome by fury. Through the narrow window on the door, she saw Dahlia, standing alone and looking smugly at stack of additional posters on a big table. Mel had had enough of this girl. She threw the door open and marched in to give this bitch a piece of her mind. Once she stepped in, she'd sprung Dahlia's trap, and her two friends came out from their hiding spots to grab her.

"Stop!" she pleaded. "Let me go!"

Her begging fell on deaf ears, as the door girls kept her restrained and walked her, kicking and screaming, towards Dahlia. Dahlia looked at Mel and raised the front of her skirt. Beneath, her cock was restrained in a sturdy metal chastity cage. "Look what you did to me, you bitch!" Dahlia accused. "Because of you, I have to stay locked in this spiked cage for a fucking week! Including the weekend! That was only after spending nearly two hours getting the absolute shit flogged out of my ass and balls!"

As Dahlia's cohorts reached her, they bent Mel over the table and firmly held down her arms and legs. Mel screamed and cried; positive she knew what was about to happen. When Dahlia stepped in front of her, holding a tattoo gun and a small square of paper, she suddenly wasn't so sure what was going on.

"Don't worry, little puppy," Dahlia mocked. "I'm not a monster. I won't fuck you until after you beg for it. Besides--I'm locked up, remember? I just want you, and everyone else, to know you're my bitch."

Dahlia showed what was on the square of paper: a line-art drawing of a flower--no, not just a flower, a dahlia. "See? Now anyone who looks at your pale ass will know who owns you. It's pretty, right? I should be charging you for this, really. Say 'thank you, Dahlia'."

"Help! Please, somebody help!" Mel shrieked.

Dahlia shook her head, disappointed. "So much to learn. Don't worry, though--I'll teach you how to be a good girl."

Dahlia left Mel's line of sight. As Mel kept screaming a pleading, she felt the paper press against her left butt cheek, and then wetness pressed onto it. When it pulled away, there was a coolness as Dahlia blew on the wet spot. Mel begged and cried, but nothing helped. Then, she felt the sting of the needle on her skin, and then suddenly nothing.

Mel heard screaming, and smacking, and crashing. The hands were suddenly off of her, and she tentatively turned to look. Dahlia was laid out on the floor on the other side of the room, having taken a table down with her. Her two friends were cowering in terror, one of them was even crying. In the middle of it all, in all her glory, was Luna.

At five-foot-ten, she stood taller than anyone in the room, with bigger tits and a bigger cock than anyone as well, and silky dark-brown hair falling fabulously down her back. By Dahlia's fucked up logic, Luna was the alpha. "Dahlia took those pictures?" she asked the girl who wasn't sobbing.

The girl nodded, trembling. Luna commanded, "Bring me her camera."

The girl didn't dare argue. She found Dahlia's backpack and brought back the camera. Once she had it in-hand, Luna smashed it to pieces against the table with one swing. "When I walk out of here, you're going to find every copy and burn them. Understood?"

The girl nodded, then moved to flee. "I didn't say we were done here," Luna scolded, and the girl froze. "I want you to listen very closely. From this point on, Dahlia is not your friend--she is a pariah; she's radioactive. Anyone seen associating with her gets a visit from me."

Both girls nodded, clearly hoping they could run away, but too afraid to try it before they were dismissed. With a look towards Mel, then a glare back to the girls, Luna said, "As for my sister..."

Unable to control herself, the crying girl accused, "You had us go after Luna Delgado's fucking sister?!"

With a snarl, Luna said firmly and definitively, "I am speaking." This seemed to suck the air out of the room; there was complete silence. "If anyone fucks with Melanie Delgado again, if they so much as look at her the wrong way, they become my personal project for the rest of their miserable lives." Getting close to one of them, she specified, "Now let me be crystal clear--that doesn't mean you girls are going to put out warnings to avoid her. Every word that leaves your lips in regard to Mel will be dripping with nothing short of total admiration. All three of you have a personal responsibility to ensure her reputation is spotless. You will not, however, go anywhere fucking near her! If you see her, you turn and run away. If anyone asks you why, you'll tell them it's because you have a giant crush on her, and you're too shy to be around her. Now--do I need to spell out the consequences for failing to live up to my expectations on this?"

Both girls shook their heads. "Good. You see, I've had problems with girls at this school, but none of them have really garnered my attention. Teaching them their manners was simply an effortless task, like brushing my teeth, or taking out the trash. You girls, though? You've done what nobody else has managed to. By tormenting my sister, sexually assaulting her, taking pictures without her consent, smashing her balls, pushing her from the gym ceiling, and permanently fucking tattooing her, you have earned by undivided attention."

"But it was," one of them began saying, before a glare from Luna shut her up.

"But it was... who? Dahlia? Dahlia's fucking dead to you, remember? You've inherited her debt. If Dahlia acts up, even alone, despite your best efforts, I will be holding you responsible, just as much as I do her." Firmly holding one of their jaws and staring into her eyes, she continued, "If you find yourself asking 'why', I want you to think back and remember: who fucking held an innocent girl down to so Dahlia can tattoo her?! Who enabled her?! Who let her think she was so cool and funny and suck a fucking alpha that she would ever get the balls to try that shit in my fucking school?!"

Luna let the girl's face go, dropping her to the floor. She stood tall, took a breath to steady herself, and calmly commanded, "Go." The girls ran away that very instant. Then, without turning to look, she asked, "Did you get all that? Do I need to repeat myself?"

"Nao!" came the slurred answer from where Dahlia lay shivering in fear, and beat to hell, but still conscious.

"Good. Now wabble your sorry ass to the nurse and explain to her exactly why I did this to you. I'm going to ask her what you said, and you better fucking hope she doesn't tell me you downplayed anything."

Mel had assumed Luna was being figurative by the word 'drag', but with the way Dahlia crawled away, she seemed to take it literally. "You should've come to me," Luna told Mel now that they were alone.

"Um... yeah. Sorry. I guess I didn't know you were, like, the John Wick of Longwood."

Luna cracked a smile. "Guess that's my fault. I've been... distant. I mean, all I do is jack off all the time, right?"

Mel went pale as she realized word got back to her sister that she'd been spreading that little tid-bit. "Oh my--Luna--I'm so sorry, I..."

Luna laughed and assured her, "Don't worry about it. It's true. My reputation is mixed, to put it nicely, but it's not the kind of reputation that's easy to damage with some rumors about how much I masturbate."

"Oh. Um... that's good."

Luna rolled her eyes. "Christ, Mel, you don't have to be nervous around me. You're my little sister; I'm not gonna hurt you."

"No, um, it's not that," Mel said awkwardly. "You've sort of... got a raging hard on." As she said it, her eyes darted down at her sister's throbbing, pulsating boner. To be fair, Luna always seemed to have a boner, but this was the hardest she'd ever seen her. "Do you, like... get off on that?"

Luna took a step away, and looked away, irritated. "God damn it. I really thought we were having a moment there, and you have to go and..." Blushing, she said, "Yes! Damn it, okay--yes. I get off on my whole 'bullying the bullies' thing, okay. Happy?"

Mel laughed, and her sister gave a mocking laugh back. "Hah-hah. Just you wait! If you think you're some kind of horny monster now, you have no idea what's waiting. Fetishes that you never even thought existed will latch onto you and dig in so deep that you won't even be able to think about anything else. Shit, why do think Dahlia's like that? Do you think she woke up one day and decided to become the mayor of Cuntville? No chance in hell. Mark my words--one of these days, this shit is coming for you, and you'll rearrange your whole life around it. All you can do now it brace yourself for it and hope to fucking God that whatever pops into your head has nothing to do with diapers or fucking fursuits!"

Mel laughed even harder than before. She couldn't help it. It wasn't even so much a matter of finding it all that funny; it was a mix of relief from her horrifying ordeal and happiness about hearing her sister say more than a few monosyllabic grunts. Luna tried maintaining a stern look, but she broke into a smirk and shook her head, not wanting to laugh.

"Oh god, I've missed you, Moony," Mel admitted in a high-pitched squeak, out of breath from laughing.

Luna looked at her sister with sorrow. Mel hadn't called her 'Moony' since they were little kids. They were practically best friends, back then. "What do you mean? I've been around." Her words sounded hallow, like she wanted to believe them, but couldn't.

Mel's laughter died down and she was silent for a moment. Sounding just as unconvinced at Luna, she said, "Yeah, that's true, I guess... It's just... I don't know..."

Luna nodded. She knew what Mel meant, as much as she didn't want to admit it to herself. "Yeah," she said regretfully. "I'll see you at home, okay?"

Mel agreed, then remembered her plans. "I'll be back kind of late today--I'm going to my friend's house."

Luna raised an eyebrow, with a glimmer of pride in her eyes. "Oh? That's great, have fun."

Lunch had mostly passed, so Mel didn't bother heading to the cafeteria. Instead, she stopped as a vending machine for a bag of chips and a bottle of spiced cum and then wandered the empty halls. She had a lot to think about. She really hoped that what just happened could open the door for her to reconnect with her sister. She hoped a lot of things--not all of them things she was ready to contend with just yet.

6

Mel's last two classes were literature and sociology. Both were uneventful, essentially just thinly veiled excuses for everyone to sit around and masturbate. They mostly just acted like placeholders until she picked a couple more electives. This school wasn't very committed to the illusion that its purpose was education, so she wasn't expected to put much effort into that façade, either.

Mel exited the school, vomited out the building's mouth with dozens of other hurried girls packed against her. She stumbled around, disoriented from the commotion, then stood in one spot to collect herself. When the flock of futas had thinned out enough for the short girl to see through them, she spotted Lyra and felt a tickle of joy in her chest over it.

Lyra had been waiting for her along the long train stop. Lyra scanned her wristband and corrected the kiosk's initial assumption that she was going home, instead giving it the stop location Lyra told her. Longwood was a small city in northern Washington, and from what Lyra said, it sounded like she lived on the heavily wooded edge of the city.

"Damn, you're all the way out there? You're not planning on luring me into the woods and killing me, are you?" Mel joked.

"Not planning it, but we'll see how the night goes," Lyra teased back with a half-smirk.

Likely due to the fact it was taking them somewhere so remote, the train car that picked them up was empty, and didn't make any stops. Since the cars that stopped at the academy only carried students, it wasn't that strange. It only either meant no other students were heading out that way, or the ones that were hadn't checked in to the kiosk around the same time as the pair. In effect, though, it gave them some space and privacy.

"So, how are you feeling after your first day?" Lyra asked.

Mel sighed deeply. "Tired... confused... horny..."

"Not me," Lyra said. "Especially the part about being horny, it's bizarre. You wouldn't believe what it's like being at that place when it's medically impossible to get turned on. I felt like an anthropologist, studying a very perverted native tribe as an outsider."

Mel chuckled. "Well, I'm still on my first day of futamorphosis, so that's pretty close to my experience, too. I'm just too new to it; I don't really feel like I'm a part of it, yet." After a pause, she lit up and excitedly asked, "Oh wait! Did you hear what happened with Dahlia?!"

Mel relayed the events with her sister and Dahlia, to Lyra's delight. Discussing that lasted them through the rest of the short maglev ride, and then they got out. Mel was surprised by what greeted her, as she'd never visited this side of town.

This neighborhood had much more of a small-town vibe, with a walkable strip of brick buildings housing ice-cream shops, and tailors, and other small businesses, and there were massive trees everywhere. It was even noticeably chillier out than it had been outside the school. Of course, futas were comfortable in a broader temperature range, so it was no issue. Even if it was snowing, Mel could probably be fine in her current outfit by simply adding a cardigan and a beanie hat.

This fact didn't stop Lyra to exaggerate the cold and use it as an opportunity to hold Mel's hand and snuggle up close to her. Mel played along, not wanting to talk herself out of a good thing. They stayed like that for the short walk to Lyra's home.

Lyra's house wasn't excessively large, but it was nice, with tasteful design and sturdy quality. The door even had a cute brass knocker. Mel almost reached for it before Lyra tapped her wristband under the doorknob and threw the door open.

"Mom, I'm home!" she announced. "I brought a friend over to watch a couple movies!"

"That's nice, sug'," came a voice from deeper inside, which sounded much like Lyra's but with a mildly southern accent. Mel was slightly surprised at the similarity, but she wasn't sure why. With how slowly people aged these days, especially futas, they pretty much looked and sounded the same at sixty that they did at thirty, sometimes even younger. With Lyra being nineteen, her voice wasn't likely to change that drastically before she'd thirty.

What really surprised Mel, though, was seeing Lyra's mom as she walked came out to greet her. This woman, wearing a red sweater-dress and frilly apron, with her hair styled in immaculate curls, was simply a much hotter version of Lyra. She was exactly like Lyra except for being about an inch taller, with gigantic tits, and judging by her bulge, a gigantic cock to boot. Mel was very attracted to Lyra, and with horror, she realized she was even more attractive to her mother.

Lyra's mom looked amused at the way Mel was staring at her but then looked at her daughter with concern. The metal splint hanging out of Lyra's skirt was more than a little obvious, and it drew her eye immediately. "Oh my god! Lyra, what happened?! And did you... girl, how many damn times are you gonna knock your teeth out?!"

"I'm fiiiine," Lyra said, trying to wave-off her mom's doting. "I just fell in gym class." She tried to leave it at that, but her mother's unrelenting expectant glare coaxed out the addition of, "--And broke my dick..."

Lyra's mom looked positively scandalized. "Lyra! I swear, you and your sister! I gave you these wonderful gifts between your legs and the two of you seem hell-bent on tearing them to shreds."

Mel furrowed her eyebrows, having forgotten about Pearl until now. "Oh, yeah--where is your sister?"

Lyra shrugged it off and told Mel, "She usually stays late with her friends, playing games where they bust each other's balls."

Her mom gave her a look that said, 'told you so'. Lyra rolled her eyes and exclaimed, "Mom! It's not like with Pearl! I didn't do this on purpose--some bitch pushed me."

With the look that came over Lyra's mom, Mel wouldn't have been surprised if smoke came shooting out of her ears. Through gritted teeth, she slowly and deliberately demanded, "Who?"

"Mooooom! It's fine! She also harassed Melanie, and Melanie's sister is like the biggest badass in school, so she beat the absolute snot out of her! Doing anything about it now would just be beating a dead horse."

Timidly, Mel half-raised her hand and clarified, "I'm Melanie... or Mel... for short."

Lyra's mom didn't even glance over. Growling, she repeated, "Who."

"Ugh! Mom! Her name's Dahlia, okay? I don't know her last name, but she looks Greek or something, so it's probably something Greek!"

Mel nodded, quietly confirming, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure she's Greek."

Lyra's mom held her intense stare a little longer before breaking and pulling her in for a big hug. "I'm so sorry, baby! I really wanted you to get off to a good start at school!"

"I did, mom," Lyra told her, sounding a little embarrassed. "I made a friend."

Suddenly, Mel found herself being grabbed and pulled into the hug. With the height difference, her face was practically shoved into the pillowy mass of two pairs of breasts smushed together. She really hoped Lyra's mom didn't notice Mel's boner pressing against her, but that seemed like an unrealistic expectation. In any case, she didn't comment on it.

"I'm fine, mom, really," Lyra promised awkwardly. "My dick's gonna be back to normal in a couple hours."

Her mom made relieved hum, then after a pause, pulled back and scrutinized Lyra and Mel. "Oh, I see... your dick's gonna be back to normal in a few hours, so you brought this little cutie home to... 'watch a couple movies'..." She smirked and winked as she let the implication hang there. "Here I was worried you'd be like Pearl all over again. Clearly, you know what your equipment is used for."

"Mooooom!"

"Oh, don't 'mom' me. Biologically, I'm you in thirty years. I know exactly where I liked to stick it back then and where I still like to stick it, now."

"In your own snatch?" Lyra grumbled. This was met by a pinch on her arm. "Ow!" she whined, more offended than hurt.

"That's what you get. My point is, there's no keeping secrets from me when it comes to your body, because it's the same as mine. Your sister clearly knocked something loose in her brain, but bringing home a nerdy little redhead tells me everything I need to know about how much of what drives you is biological."

Mel was blushing. Was this gorgeous milf implying that she was attracted to her? Against the wishes of her brain, her eyes flicked down for a glance at the woman's bulge, and Mel could swear she saw it twitch. Immediately, she admonished herself for that thought. Even fantasizing about that was wrong on so many levels... wasn't it? She wasn't sure what the etiquette was with clones. Would it be insulting to Lyra if she didn't find her precursor attractive?

Lyra's mom grinned and gave her daughter a knowing look, then looked back at Mel. "Look at her, she's embarrassed. She's doing that thing where she's trying to figure out if she's allowed to be attracted to me."

"Mom!" Lyra yelled, then pulled Mel by the hand towards a doorway. "We're going downstairs!"

As Lyra dragged her down the stairs into the basement, Mel nervously mumbled, "Lyra, I..."

"Don't worry. If you're attracted to me, it'd be weird if you weren't attracted to her--just like it's weird for her to be the one to bring it up!"

Lyra's basement was quite nice. It obvious wasn't the size of a real movie theater, but it was decorated like one, with one big wall acting a screen with projectors on the opposite side. There was a super wide lounger bed taking up most of the width of the room, and could easily fit over a dozen people, making for a super cozy seat. There was even a popcorn machine and what appeared to be a wet bar.

As Lyra reached the stairs, she casually took of her top and draped it on the stairwell, soon followed by her skirt. "I'm sorry, I'm just fed up with having fabric on me, it's been killing me all day. Does it bother you?"

Mel tried to ignore her racing heart as she said, failing to sound casual, "Oh, no, it's your house."

"Thanks." Sighing and walking towards the popcorn machine, she said, "You can feel free, too. Make yourself at home."

Mel felt nervous. She'd been as much of a nudist as the rest of her family were. But she figured it was nothing Lyra hadn't already seen, so she stripped.

Already starting the popcorn machine, Lyra said, "I'm gonna have popcorn, want some?" When she turned back to Mel for her answer, she smiled and said, "Hey look! Your balls are good as new."

Mel looked down, having not looked at them in a while. Mel was right, were back to their original shape and color. Yet, she realized, they were noticeably larger than they'd been that morning. She wasn't sure if that was residual swelling, or a continuation of the growth she'd noticed earlier.

Mel was so distracted by her balls, she forgot to even answer about the popcorn, but Lyra went on making it anyway. While it popped, she messed around at the bar. "I'm thinking a nice cocktail would go good with the movie, too. Want one?"

Mel shrugged, and said, "Sure." She'd never been much of a drinker, but that was only because she never got invited to parties. She didn't have too strong of an opinion on alcohol one way or the other.

"Any requests?"

Mel thought about it, and asked, "What are my options?"

Lyra, already gathering ingredients, said, "Well, I'm thinking of having a little something I like to call an 'a la mode'. It's got cinnamon whiskey, apple liquor, spiced rum, spiced futa cum, and futa milk. I blend it all up into a frothy foam that tastes like creamy apple pie."

Mel was impressed by the idea. "Sound delicious--count me in."

"Great, you won't regret it. So, what should we watch?"

Mel pursed her lips in thought. "Well... it has to be a pair of movies with a lot in common... maybe some kind of horror movies? They're tropey enough that it shouldn't be too hard to find a matched pair."

"Oooo spooky," Lyra joked. "Just don't blame me if I need you to hold me."

"I think I can handle that responsibility."

"So... what kind of horror? There was that ghost movie last year, 'The Longing in the Fields'."

Mel shook her head adamantly. "That movie sucked. What about... maybe a slasher?"

"Oh! There's that new deconstructed slasher, 'Gush'--it's totally an homage to 'Scream'."

"Perfect," Mel said. "I haven't seen either."

Lyra turned to her, with her eyes wide and a devilish grin. "You haven't seen Scream? Oh, this is gonna be fun!"

They sat pressed together in the center of the big lounger bed. Cupholders folded down from the back, and Lyra seemed to deliberately arrange them in a position that would leave her and Mel with a narrow space to squeeze into--not that Mel was complaining. The cocktail was even better than Mel had imagined, and the alcohol, cum, and milk all gave her a pleasant buzz that was making her feel... frisky.

Shortly after the cold-open misdirect, the pair shifted to spoon while they watched. Mel was big spoon, which wasn't a position she ever thought she'd be in, but with Lyra's cock in a splint, doing it the other way wasn't feasible. As they were, Mel's erection was sandwiched firmly between Lyra's butt cheeks, and Mel felt like she was going to go insane if it kept staying still while pressed into such a heavenly crevice.

Mel's hips started moving of their own accord, grinding her cock up and down against Lyra's butt crack. Mel caught herself doing it and was terrified Lyra would take offense, but she couldn't stop. So far Lyra was contentedly acting like nothing was going on.

After a few minutes of Mel's grinding, Lyra started grinding back, and it made Mel gasp. Lyra rhythmically dragged her ass up and down, sliding it over her pussy, and then back up her ass. Mel was infatuated by the soft, warm, wet feeling. Wait--wet?

"Fuck," Lyra whispered. "That libido suppressor is totally wearing off already."

"Oh," Mel said, nervous and concerned. "Are you... gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine," Lyra told her. "I just can't touch my dick."

Mel was frozen, unsure what to do or say. Then, as Lyra was grinding, she 'accidentally' let Mel's dick slip into her ass. "Oops," Lyra said. "Oh, well. The damage is done. We might as well just let it rest in there... wouldn't want it to... get cold."

Mel bit her lip and grunted an agreement. She played along for as long as she could, leaving it sitting still before her hips slowly started moving. Lyra's hips began to move in concert with Mel's pressing into her as Mel slowly and gently fucked her ass while cuddling.

That slow pace kept up for a long time. Mel had used all of her willpower to delay cumming, but she wouldn't be able to any longer. "I'm gonna cum," she warned.

"Good," Lyra purred. "I've been dying to have your cum inside me."

Mel came the instant she heard that. A few seconds into cumming, Lyra gave a pained moan and grunted, "Fuck! It's... wait... oh noooo."

Mel got scared, and stilled herself, even if Lyra's continued motion rendered it pointless. "What? What's happening?"

"The rod in my dick is blocking me from cumming, which is... fine--it is what it is, but..."

"But?"

"But the problem is... I really like it. Like... it hurts good. It makes me feel... naughty."

Mel realized what she was getting at, thus she guessed, "Like you might've just awakened a kink?"

"More like I for sure just awakened a kink," she confirmed. "Even the feeling of the rod itself... it'd kind of faded into my periphery before, but now it's like... really hot that it's there."

Nervous, Mel asked, "Should we... stop?"

"Fuck no!" Lyra objected, bouncing her ass back even harder. "It means the exact fucking opposite of that."

Mel smiled and continued the slow, rhythmic oscillation of her hips. Her hands explored Lyra's body as she savored every thrust. She came a few more times--she wasn't even sure of the count by that point, when she noticed Lyra listening intently to something. Mel looked at the screen, and saw the main character running out of her house and opening the door to what turned out to be a cop. Mel had no clue what was going on with the movie by that point.

Mel noticed a sound that wasn't explainable by the actions on screen--a kind of squelching, and muffled whimpering. As Lyra turned her head towards the stairs, Mel did the same. A girl who looked nearly identical to Mel, save for moderately bustier and better endowed, sat halfway down the stairs. She had her whole hand in her vagina, while the other covered her mouth to conceal her moans.

"Pearl!" Lyra screamed, angrily sitting up, dislodging Mel's dick from her ass. She grabbed the bucket of popcorn, which had barely been touched so far, and hurled it straight at her sister. "You perv! Get out!"

Lyra's lookalike scurried upstairs like a stray cat that had just been sprayed by a garden hose. Lyra was left sitting upright, burying her face in her hands from embarrassment. Mel sat up beside her and uncomfortably grabbed her frothy cocktail to down its remainder. This only served to amplify her insatiable arousal.

"You okay?" Mel asked, helped by the liquid courage.

Lyra uncovered her face and gave a sorry look. "It's fine. I was just having a really nice time and then Pearl had to go and ruin it."

Mel felt heartbroken that this was Lyra's attitude about it. "Is it ruined? I mean... it was a little weird, I guess, but I don't think it was enough to like... kill the mood--at least not for me."

"Really?" Lyra asked, with a hopeful smile. "We're sort of two-for-two on disastrous first impressions of my family."

Mel shrugged. "I thought your mom seemed nice, even if she's a little protective. As for Pearl... I'm not really bothered, I guess? Maybe it helps that she looks like you, so it didn't even really feel like it was a stranger watching us. Hell, it was sort of hot having an audience."

Lyra gave a humorous, but irritated look. "I'm not gonna invite her back down, if that's fine with you."

"No--obviously. I'm just saying... nothing feels ruined to me. If it was a total mood-killer for you, we can stop, but I'm still good to go."

Lyra grinned and narrowed her eyes. "In that case... gimme a minute. Let's take a quick breather and circle back to that thought, okay?"

"Sounds good to me."

Lyra stood, downing the last remnant of her drink. "I'm going for another--want one?"

Mel smiled and nodded, offering her cup. "Yes, please."

As Lyra went off to make her drink, Mel was powerless to stop her hand from finding its way to her cock and mindlessly stroking. Her hormones were completely out of control. Only a day before, cumming once was enough to completely satisfy her sexual appetite, but now, nothing seemed to settle her down.

After a couple minutes, she'd been so caught up that she'd forgotten where she was and what was happening. All she knew was that she was masturbating and an orgasm was imminent. With a soft moan, she let loose, shooting cum all over her own torso.

"What a waste," Lyra complained, seemingly coming from nowhere as she stood behind Mel.

Mel jumped, startled for the first time since the movie had started. After a yelp, Mel said, "Oh! Um... well there's a lot more where that came from."

With a sinful smile, Lyra said, "You better hope so. Still, though--we don't like to be wasteful in this house. I think you'll have to make it up to me."

Lyra's face was tantalizingly close. Mel bit her lip and promised, "I'll do anything."

"Good. You see--this drink feels nice and tingly if I put it on my ass, but doing that is just so wasteful... but--if you were to lick it off me, then suddenly it wouldn't go to waste. How's that sound?"

Mel nodded eagerly and agreed, "Yes, please!"

Suddenly, Lyra scaled the lounger and stood over Mel. She bent to set her own drink down in her cupholder, then, still bent over, she poured the fluffy foam of Mel's between her own butt cheeks. Lyra's spread ass was just inches from Mel's face. Mel watched as the foam covered it and quickly began dripping down of Lyra's balls. Mel eagerly reached her face forward, licking the foam off her friend's balls before it could fall forward. She continued lick, tracing the path up to lick it off her deliciously wet pussy. When she got up to Lyra's ass, she was surprised by it leaning into her, pushing her back into her seat.

Lyra was now somewhat sitting on Mel's face, or perhaps leaning, due to the incline. In any case, Mel was forced to work harder to lick the cream off the ass that was smushed against her. She alternated between lapping it off the inner cheeks and the puckering hole. With each lick of the hole, Mel's own cum leaked out and onto her tongue. This would be a pretty gross thing to do back in the days when the human anus was used for waste disposal. Thankfully, in this day and age, the inside of an ass was perfectly clean and tasted pretty much like a pussy--yet there was still a distinct, equally-pleasant flavor.

It wasn't long before the drink had been thoroughly cleaned off Lyra's ass, Mel saw that as no reason to stop. She'd poured so much cum into that ass that it gave Lyra a mild potbelly, so if she kept licking, it'd be a long time before it ran out of cum to leak out. As Mel managed to lick out and swallow a large mouthful, Lyra suddenly pulled away.

"You sneaky cum-thief! How dare you?" Lyra turned around, looking playfully angry. Crouching down to sit on Mel's lap, facing her, she demanded, "You owe me a lot more cum for that."

Suddenly, Lyra's pussy was pressing down on Mel's dick. With ease, it slipped into the slippery crevice, drawing a hum of pure ecstasy from Mel's lips. Mel had greatly enjoyed the feeling of Lyra's ass, but it didn't even come close to what this felt like.

Mel laid back, in her seat as Lyra gyrated and rocked her body over her. Mel's hips reflexively returned each motion, dancing along with Lyra. Her mind dissolved into a meditative bliss, leaving only her body to indulge in its animal desires. There wasn't any kind of discernable climax; rather, there was a steady rise and fall as orgasm was followed by another, and another, and another, in a cycle that Mel happily would have continued forever.

A bright white light caused the pair to stir, apparently having dozed off in each other's arms. It was the projector screen, showing a blank white after the movie and its credits had concluded. Lyra straightened, stretching herself out with Mel's dick still housed within her. She looked at her Omni wristband to read the time-display.

Lyra's eyes went wide. "It's after five."

Mel blinked the sleep out of her eyes as the significance eventually hit her. "Oh! Take the splint off, let's get a look at how you healed."

Lyra pulled herself from Mel, leaving a sticky trail of cum as she moved to sit beside her. After fiddling with it briefly, Lyra removed the metal split and cast it aside. After that, she pulled out the rod, which allowed a slow but constant stream of cum to begin leaking out. Two things were immediately strange about Lyra's dick. For one: it was perfectly straight, whereas before it was slightly curved. Even more unusual--halfway down, right where it had broken, there was now a pinky-width ring that was girthier than the rest of her dick.

Mel reached to touch it, looking at Lyra for permission, and receiving a nod. Mel grasped it, feeling the strange new ring. It was hard--harder than the rest of it, as if it was bone. "It must have grown some sort of cartilage to bridge the gap where it broke... I guess the coach did mention that it would grow back stronger."

Lyra looked unsure of what to think of it, leaning towards being disturbed by it. "Is it... permanent?" she asked. "I'm a freak!"

"Totally," Mel said. "You're so lucky."

"Huh?!"

"Freaky is a good thing, at least when it comes to your dick. It's exotic. Plus--I bet it feels amazing."

"Really?" Lyra asked.

"Heck yeah! Think about it--it has this extra-wide ring that flares out and probably squeezes really hard against your G-spot and whatever else... wow." Mel's holes twitched just thinking about it. Excited, she reminded Lyra, "I believe there was a mention earlier of tearing me open?"

Lyra laughed, studying Mel's eyes to determine how serious she was. "You mean really, just like that--full-tilt, wreck your holes, no holding back?"

"I mean exactly that, yes. I'm as warmed-up as I can get; you can just man-handle me into any position you want and take any hole as forcefully as you physically can. I'm serious."

Lyra narrowed her eyes like she was anticipating a draw during a duel at high noon. Suddenly, she sprang into action, grabbing Mel, turning her around, and tossing her over the cupholder, letting it prop her ass up. Mel giggled in delight at being thrown around like this, which encouraged Lyra as she quickly buried eight inches of thick girlcock into Mel's pussy.

To Mel, the feeling of Lyra's cock plunging into her from behind was overwhelming. At this angle, it hammered down on her cervix like it was nothing, and it didn't stop there; it stretched her, forcing her cervix to squeeze a few inches further back. This gave a mix of pleasure with the sweetest form of pain.

What really stole the show was the hard ring halfway down Lyra's cock. It was as rigid as steel, leaving Mel's body with the job of flexing around it to let it through. With each stroke in and out, it slid with immense pressure over Mel's G-spot and sensitive entrance. After a few minutes of initially being too overpowered to move a muscle, Mel found that if she gave a good squeeze, she could use the ring to lock Lyra's cock inside her in a way that it couldn't be dislodged without Mel relaxing her grip.

Because of how much cum had been backed up from the sounding rod, Lyra ceaselessly leaked out cum. This served as a constant reminder to Mel that futa cum was the greatest drug on earth. Having it delivered deep into her, coating such sensitive membranes, gave a sensation of total euphoria that dwarfed all other possible forms of stimulus.

When Mel was the one topping, she came a lot--at least it seemed like a lot at a time. Getting dicked-down by Lyra, though, expanded her understanding of what it meant to cum a lot. Orgasms blazed through Mel almost constantly, with only seconds passing between the end of one and the beginning of the next. The sheer volume of cum that was piling up boggled her mind.

At one point, Lyra slowed down as she rubbed a spot on Mel's ass. "You've really got to do something about this tattoo. It's just a weird little curved line, and it's kind of distracting."

Mel was a bit embarrassed. She hadn't really thought about what kind of mark Dahlia had left, the had assumed it was just a little dot, but that was just wishful thinking. "Oh no! Do you think I should get it lasered?"

"Nah," Lyra said. "Just get it turned into something cute. The girl who did my piercings does great tattoos; I can take you there some time."

Mel had never really thought of herself as the kind of person to get tattoos, but she supposed that ship had already sailed. She would have to think about it, but she didn't hate the idea. Going with Lyra, especially, sounded like an adventurous notion.