And They Were Goonmates! Ch. 08

Sorry once again for the wait, work has been kicking my butt and I haven't been in the mood to write much. This chapter starts a little bleak but we're back to the good stuff if you stick with it.

I'd never felt the vibe of an event change so completely.

When we'd arrived hours ago JerkCon had been buzzing with excited nerds, all filled with the high of the preceding comic convention and looking forward to a night of revelry. There was a sense of unity, everyone swept up together in the mystique of the secret club. I could see why Amy spent so much energy on it. I could see why they loved her.

It was all gone now. It was 2 am and I was surrounded by strangers. My roommate was crying, bawling her eyes out and I didn't know why. What the fuck were we doing here?

"Show's over!" Nadine was growling at the crowd who'd been watching the contest, the ones who hadn't already gotten the hint and left. "Move along folks, there's better stuff to gawk at than this."

I held onto Amy, angling her so she couldn't see the onlookers. There was no sign of Sasha now, but I noticed a handful of the bouncers lingering nearby just in case. My roommate's face was buried in my shoulder and she was leaning heavily against me, like her legs weren't working. I didn't know what to do.

It didn't help that I was still high. The intoxicating, mind-altering buzz of futa cum didn't just wear off because the mood had changed, but the experience was certainly altered. The bright sparkle of spotlights was suddenly piercing and bright enough to hurt my eyes. My ears throbbed with the reverberation of every footstep on the echoing warehouse floor. That place in my chest that usually felt warm and giddy instead oozed a sort of queasy anxiety. We needed to get out of here.

"Come on you two," JerkCon's gruff ringmaster called.

I managed to extricate myself from Amy enough to move, but she clung tightly to my hand as Nadine led us through the space and up to the same set of restrooms I'd hidden out in earlier. Nadine shouldered open the door to the women's room and held it for Amy. She barred my way when I tried to follow.

"Give us a minute, newbie."

There was a wary look in Nadine's eyes, a sort of suspicion like this might somehow be all my fault.

I felt myself start to bristle with indignation. I wanted to argue. None of this had been my idea, I was the outsider to this freaky gathering, it wasn't my fault it had ended in upset. I needed to stick close to my roommate and keep her safe.

Nadine's stance was steely firm, though. She was twice my age and playing the grown-up card, the insider card, the 'we've all known Amy for a lot longer than you have' card too, I guess. I relented in the face of it, losing the argument before it began.

"I'll go grab our stuff..."

The round trip out to collect Amy's yellow coat and bags of purchases from where we'd stashed them before the contest took me across the con floor, still subdued but starting to liven up with a late crowd of fresh degenerates here to see the sights and unaware yet of what happened. I guess plenty of gooner types were nocturnal.

I bumped into Bee on the return leg, the clothes seller who I'd spoken to about Amy before. Their wave was a little more subdued this time.

"I heard about what happened," the short enby whispered. "Is she ok? Are you ok?"

I gave a half shrug.

"I'm not sure. Nadine is talking to her. I just want to get her out of here..."

Bee gave me a pat on the arm, picking up on my unease.

"They go way back. Nadine's probably just worried about her. Amy's never brought someone before and she's never gotten as involved in a show as that before either. Lots of eyes on you both."

"Feels like I'm meeting the family and fucking it up," I confessed. "Am I going to get the 'if you hurt her' talk from a whole con worth of people?"

Bee laughed loudly enough that I felt a little better.

"It'll be ok!" They scribbled something on a piece of receipt paper and handed it to me. "Here, join the server and then we can all yell at you virtually instead. Way less scary..."

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Nadine let us leave without too much fuss in the end, she even called a cab. I don't know what the two women had spoken about in the restroom, but Amy wasn't crying any more. She remained quiet and subdued as we slipped away from JerkCon without any goodbyes. We sat in silence in the taxi as it took us back to the hotel.

I wanted to ask why Sasha's taunting had upset her so much. What had happened back in the Empire to drive her out here to the other side of the world. How I could make it better.

It wasn't the right time. We were both asleep on our feet by the time we made it to the relative safety of the hotel. We were sticky, smelly, our outfits were ruined. Still, I lingered hopefully outside Amy's door as she unlocked it with her keycard. My roommate cleared her throat awkwardly.

"I'm sorry about tonight, dude. It's not... they're not meant to go like that."

"It's ok."

I wanted to tell her that I got it. That I saw the vision, the community, her people. It was hard to put into words though.

"Can we just... like... forget about the last bit?" Amy's voice was so plaintive that I felt a twinge in my chest.

I wanted to talk about it. I wanted to hold her and make it ok. I wanted to understand her, this mysterious mousy girl who was simultaneously my awkward shut-in roommate and a beloved fixture of her fandom. Familiar, yet a foreigner. A beguiling, seductive potential enemy of the state and a scared, bitter refugee all at once.

I sighed and nodded.

"If you ever do want to talk about it..."

Amy's face said that she didn't. There was another painful little tug at my breast as she began pulling the door closed behind her, without inviting me in.

"Thanks dude. See you tomorrow."

-----

The mood of the next few days was very weird.

Amy was withdrawn, spending the days mostly locked in her room out of sight. I went back to my boring job and tried to act normal at home. I got a mumbled 'hey' if we crossed paths in the kitchen but she didn't linger to talk. It felt like she was actively avoiding me, which was awkward as fuck in our shared house.

It hurt. For about twenty four hours we'd been something more than roommates - we'd held hands, we'd kissed.

Ok, we'd also done a bunch of sex things, including some pretty wild exhibitionism. But that was easier to write off as degenerate gooner stuff, just two horny idiots doing horny things. Right now I wanted to hold her and tell her it was going to be ok.

We couldn't really have that conversation through a closed door though. I tried a few times, but Amy didn't bite, not even when I tried the breakfast sandwich trick that had done so well before. She didn't want to talk.

Eventually I found an unlikely source of distraction: the note Bee had given me. It was the details of a chat server where Amy's online crowd hung out, tracking down niche porn, reviewing toys, and who knew what else. Appropriately enough, it was called JerkClub. I made a burner account to check it out.

There must have been some sort of approval process, because I found myself in a dead-seeming waiting room with hundreds of other random looking profiles and no particular instructions for how to progress. Maybe if I waited there would be an automated message or something? I killed some time by renaming myself and uploading a profile pic of the infamous pink hoodie.

Somebody noticed I guess, because suddenly my phone screen flashed and dozens of channels appeared. The speakers buzzed with message notifications from several conversations that seemed to be in full flow. I was in!

'Is that THE @Anon01?' someone asked, setting off a loud notification ping. The message was in what seemed to be one of a dozen channels labelled General, though this one had a red-white-and-blue Malican flag emoji beside it.

More of the @ pings followed as several DMs came in, followed by notifications in a bunch of other channels. I was suddenly awash with the pings and beeps of messages, overwhelmed by a surge of attention. It was like being back at the cons again.

With no better plan presenting itself, I picked the first message I'd seen and replied to that.

'Uh, hi. Yes. From the con at the weekend.'

'Is Amy ok?' the asker replied immediately. Their profile picture was of an incredibly ugly goblin creature that seemed to be jerking off. 'We're worried about her.'

'@Amy are you locked in this guy's basement?' someone with an anime catgirl picture sent.

'She's never offline this long.'

'Is she there?'

'Amy news?'

The messages kept rolling in, dozens of them from different people, all variations on the same theme. Apparently JerkClub were worried.

'@AmyEdits @AmyDraws @AmyReviews @AmyMod are you alive' catgirl pic was spamming. Judging by all the different handles, my roommate was a prolific contributor to this place. 'Shall I SWAT this guy?'

'Calm the fuck down please :) ' came a message in green text, a mod I guess.

The channel went into some kind of slow mode and the concerned message spam eased but didn't stop. A new DM came in from a name in green text a moment later, no doubt asking the same questions just in private.

I put my phone down and realised my heart was racing. I didn't normally get worked up over online stuff but that reaction had been a lot. I guess it was because they were real people, too. I'd been in the same room as them a few days ago and watched Amy banter with them like old friends.

Her friends were worried about her. I felt guilty again, even though surely none of this was my fault.

Leaving the still-exploding phone to vibrate its way along my desk, I got up and headed back to Amy's door again for another try.

Now I'd seen what JerkClub were like, I halfway expected to hear the ringing of notifications echoing from her room too but I guess she wasn't signed in. There was silence as I tapped on her door.

"Roomie?" I called.

No answer.

"I know I said I'd leave you alone, but I did something dumb..."

There was a rustle of bedsheets. I could tell she was listening at least.

"I could use some advice..."

Another rustle, then Amy called back in a quiet voice that barely carried through the door.

"I ruin everything dude. You don't want my advice."

My heart ached. I stayed quiet though, and sure enough after a minute the door opened a crack.

"What is it?" Amy asked.

My roommate looked rough. Her eyes were even more tired than usual. Her hair hung in lank strands that clung to her cheeks. She was as pale as a ghost and her expression was mournful. She frowned, though, as she heard the cacophony of buzzing and pings echoing from my room.

"Some people are worried about you." I said. "And a guy called KittenBlaster360 says he's calling the cops if I don't send a picture of you holding today's newspaper..."

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Amy sat on the edge of my bed, possibly the first time she'd been in my room for a reason other than to steal my fleshlight, and peered over my shoulder as I scrolled through the reams of concerned messages. The flood had mostly subsided after a hasty '1 sec' message from me, but there was still the occasional ping from excited latecomers and a trickle of dire threats from catgirl pic guy should something have happened to Amy.

"I was really hoping everyone would forget the whole thing..." my roommate whispered, sounding defeated.

I nudged her reassuringly, taking advantage of the proximity as we huddled over my phone screen.

"These people really love you," I pointed out. "They're worried."

"It's just... just a bunch of internet freaks."

Amy shrugged in an attempted dismissal, but I wasn't buying it.

"No way, it's really cool. You've really built something here."

My roommate sniffed. She was wound up tight, arms and chin tucked inside her hoodie.

"You don't think it's stupid? It's an internet jerk-off club..."

"Well I wouldn't tell, like, normal people about it," I grinned, "but JerkCon was cool. Kind of... mysterious, underground. Like a secret society. And the people were nice."

I decided not to mention the definitely-not-nice Sasha, but then she'd seemed like a bit of an outsider too.

Amy was quiet for a bit, ruminating on something.

"You're the closest I have to a normal friend," she confided at last, "you and Soph."

Was I normal? I guess I had an office job and I liked beer and movies. But I'd been sliding deeper and deeper into Amy's world ever since she'd first borrowed my fleshlight. I looked forward to our jerk-off sessions, I marvelled at her collection of toys and porn, and I quietly yearned for the taste of her spunk.

Futas ruin everything.

An unwelcome thought intruded. My roommate's pessimistic mantra. At first I'd thought it was just about her homeland, her history, but I was beginning to realise it was self-encompassing too. Some inevitable doom that she thought followed her specifically, the curse of her gender.

Was Amy ruining me?

Now that was a question I could never voice out loud, not without hurting her too much to bear. Besides, thinking like that denied my own agency. I liked my roommate, I wanted to be part of her world. I thought I understood the risks.

"I mean, I'm not super normal..." I replied carefully.

"No dude, I guess you're kind of a freak now too," Amy huffed a little laugh, one that subsided rather pensively.

I threw an arm around her shoulders before she could think too much and gave her slender frame a squeeze. My phone's Discord beeped again.

"Anyway, what are we doing about all these good people?"

Amy gave a thoughtful hum. I felt her lean into my side just a fraction, though she was still tense.

"I can't really face logging back on yet," she admitted, "they saw me crying with my dick out... They heard what she said about..."

I gave her another little squeeze. Public humiliation and having a secret forgotten trauma unexpectedly dug up were bad enough, but they'd happened in front of Amy's people. Her fans and friends. It was brutal.

"I have an idea," I said, as I started to type. "What do you think of this?"

I felt Amy tense up as the message took shape, winding tighter in on herself like a compressed spring. She managed a small nod when I finished it though. It was ok to send.

'Amy doesn't want to log on right now but she's ok and she'll come back. When she does, she won't want to talk about what happened. She's reading this with me and you should say nice stuff to cheer her up. I haven't met many of you yet, but I know you can all be cool about this.'

I sent the message. For a moment nothing happened, it hung there in chat while my roommate trembled slightly against my side. Small white text popped up - multiple people were typing...

'Glad you're ok Amy,' wrote ugly goblin pic, fastest off the mark like before, 'you're the best of us.'

'We love you! Feel better soon.'

'I'm coming to the next con in my bear suit to give you a hug'

The well wishes began to pour in. A mod did something and my message became a thread. Amy made a strangled little noise as she read through the replies.

'Too scared to go to cons but I love ur art'

'You and Nad and others have made JC the best thing ever.'

'???? fellow gooner'

'You reviewed my first toy and I made $$$$. I can afford cake and hitmen, say the word.'

The messages went on and on. Most were heartfelt, a few were deranged. Catgirl pic guy asked for our address and got temporarily banned. There were tears on my roommate's cheeks as she read now, but I thought they were good ones.

"This is some sappy shit, dude," Amy sniffed, using the front of her hoodie to wipe her face. "No fair."

I smiled and stroked her back, slowly scrolling as more nice words came in. Tears started to roll down her cheeks.

"How did you know this would happen?" she asked at last. "You said you only just joined the server."

"I spoke to some people at JerkCon about you," I shrugged, then grinned. "Didn't realise I was living with a beloved gooner celebrity."

Amy groaned, but there was a small smile on her face now.

"I'm still not totally sure what it is you do on here though..."

My roommate blushed, but gestured for my phone. I handed it over and she scrolled up through the available channels on the server.

"Just dumb gooner shit, dude. But I guess people like it..."

She handed me back my phone, the server opened to a new channel called Amy's Stuff. She stood, face still streaked with tears but looking way better than she had before.

"I'm gonna go hide under my bed now," she joked, voice cracking, "but, uh, thanks. I'll be ok."

And with that, Amy shuffled back to her room. I breathed a small sigh of relief at not fucking things up and, now more curious than concerned, turned once more to the phone...

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Amy's Stuff turned out to be as much of a distracting rabbit hole as my roommate herself. She was a creator of sorts, that much was clear, but her creations seemed to be as many and varied as her tastes in porn.

I started with a sub-channel called Amy Draws. This turned out to be a collection of art and comics, all in bright lurid colour and with heavy bold line work. Amy had been drawing erotica for years by the look of it - I scrolled back slowly through pages and pages of handcrafted porn. It was excellent work, even to my novice eye, artistically pleasing and super hot to boot.

Most of it was futa stuff. A recurring character was a mousy sort of girl in a hoodie and sweatpants, clearly Amy's OC, who seemed to stumble into sexy situations without meaning to. Much of it was furry or fantasy themed - my favourite was a surreal comic where she apparently died, seduced and fucked an angel to convince them to let her into heaven, and then woke up to reveal it was all a dream.

Another sub-channel, Amy Reviews, was full of comics and artwork too. Here the art style was stripped back, the colours softer, backgrounds pale or even just left white. Her Amy character was used as both model for, and narrator of, a series of tales describing her adventures with a dizzying range of sex toys. All the artistic attention was saved for the toys themselves, each garish and lavishly coloured device seemed ready to leap off the page and into real life. Each strip contained an extravagant and toe-curling description of the types of orgasm the product delivered, complete with messy illustrations that subtly poked fun at her own prodigious futa anatomy. She struggled to fit into onaholes, she smacked herself in the face while bouncing on dildos, she got overexcited and splattered the ceiling with her stuff. It was cute, it was silly, and it made the toys look good. The final panel usually featured a flustered cartoon Amy adding the product to a stylised version of her collector's shelf. The channel even had a few snaps of the real collection, I guess to prove its authenticity.

A third channel, Amy Edits, seemed focused on producing those compilation-type videos like the one she'd shown me when we'd been spunk-maxxing. A fourth, Amy's Collection, just seemed to be links to art and videos that she liked and wanted to share. Lots of the links went to other artists' channels on the JerkClub server, Amy being a good neighbour.

She had some crowdfunding links in her bio, which I guess explained how she could afford to do all this and not work. Her friends list was public and very long. She was a moderator. Her name appeared in conversations all over the server. It was like Bee had said: Amy lived and breathed JerkClub.

The mood in the house improved over the following days. Things still weren't totally normal, but I wasn't yet sure what normal between us was now. Amy wasn't hiding in her room any more, which was good.

I was itching for a movie night. An excuse to hang out and talk together, to goon together. I dithered over bringing it up though. Was she ready? Did she actually want to do stuff or had the spark died out? Would asking invite rejection?

Instead I spent a lot of time on the JerkClub server, trying to devour a lifetime of Amy's work.

There were definite eras to her creations as I scrolled back through them. Her very earliest stuff had that same thing I'd noticed on the FF3 box art, the futa gaze, a real focus on strength, muscles, fitness, domination. There was a sort of rawness to the artwork, hard angry edges and beautiful-but-unsympathetic people. Cruel futanari who looked nothing like Amy railed each other and their adoring blissed-out subs. Pools of stark white spunk stood out sharply from a mauve-tinged colour palette, each fleck carefully outlined in black.

That stuff all stopped a few years ago, around when she must have started university here in Malica. The video edits began, trance-like and unfocused at first but improving each time. Her Amy character began to appear in some art, a meek stoner girl in a hoodie who sometimes featured bunny ears that drooped expressively in the embarrassing situations she drew. Sometimes she was drawn fully female, sometimes skinny and androgynous with her futa anatomy. Some of the drawings seemed like fantasies of real people, the nervous student getting ridden or railed by her classmates, although the closer to real-life a scenario seemed to be the more stylised and furry she drew herself. It was a cute little window into Amy's dreams and moods, back from before I knew her.

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I was reading the very first of her toy review comics when she caught me looking.

The piece began as practically a doodle, its first panel a hasty sketch of a furtive looking Amy replete with cartoonish bunny ears shuffling into her dorm room with a suspiciously oblong box under one arm. The next showed the box open and discarded before a stereotypical pink gamer chair, on which sat a familiar looking phallus. A shaft of sunlight illuminated the pearl coloured shaft of the angelic themed dildo I remembered from my roommate's shelf, slender veins picked out in gold. The base was a flared pair of angel wings, shaped in such a way that it could stand upright on the seat. The contrast of the sketched style of the first panel versus the immaculate detail and loving shading of the dildo in its sparkling spotlight was deliberate and funny. I imagined the chanting of a heavenly chorus as Amy took it in.

The next panel was back to a cartoon sketch. Amy's eyes were enormous hearts, her hood had fallen down and there was a huge lump in the front of her sweatpants. An annotated arrow shaped like a carrot pointed out the imprint of that boner. A content warning maybe - beware of girldick? Well, it was too late for me. I scrolled down.

The following images were lewd enough that I had to resist the urge to start fondling myself right there in my seat at the kitchen table. In full colour and rapturous detail, Amy perched on the chair over the holy dildo, which glowed with heavenly radiance. In the first she was mid-penetration, eyes squinted, biting her lip as she worked the toy inside herself. Her hoodie was still on but the sweatpants were gone, leaving her sex bobbing up in front of her distractingly. The opposite panel showed her in motion, bouncing up and down on the toy with a rapturous expression. A drop of pre-cum clung to the side of her shaft, shimmering silver like holy water.

The next was similar but now there was more pre-, a shiny pearlescent river that flowed down her length and back over her body until it seemed to coat the toy. The path of the liquid seemed a little unlikely, but that was nothing compared to the spectral white feathered wings that now helped Amy bounce up and down on the angelic device. A golden halo circled her brow, but wonky like she'd knocked it askew in her excited riding. My roommate looked like a woman possessed, head tilted back and lips parted in a pre-orgasmic cry.

A sketched panel showed clouds parting and cherubs trumpeting, a glimpse of pearly gates. A metaphorical heavenly climax that came to an abrupt end on the next page, where a distinctly more mortal and disheveled looking Amy was face-down in the carpet of her room, chair knocked over and dildo discarded. Cum dripped in thick strands from furniture and the ceiling, there was even some spattered on her glasses. The amount of spooge would have seemed ridiculous, artistic hyperbole, but I knew from experience that she could cum that hard. Not for the first time, I wondered jealously what a futa-sized orgasm would feel like.

The final panel had the cartoon heroine placing the cleaned-up toy high up on a shelf with the reverence of someone handling a holy relic. It glinted there in another improbable shaft of golden sunlight, the very start of her collection.

There was some text, the name of the toy and a presumably ecstatic review of all its qualities, but I didn't get the chance to read. My roommate picked that moment to clear her throat behind me.

"That's not my best work, dude."

I jumped and nearly dropped the phone. I realised my other hand was in my lap after all, not touching myself exactly but not-not doing so either. Blushing, I half-turned in the seat toward my roommate. Amy had a knowing grin that suggested she'd been watching over my shoulder for a while.

"I, uh..." I floundered a bit, "I was doing research..."

Why was I off balance? It wasn't like getting caught with porn was much of a taboo in our house.

"Going toy shopping?" my roommate asked.

"No, like... roomie research. Reading all your stuff."

Was that weird? I hadn't really stopped to consider the impulse that had driven me to spend the last few days with my phone glued to my hand.

Amy didn't seem to mind. In fact she made a pleased sort of sound. I felt her rest her hands on the back of the chair.

"And?" she asked, softly.

"It's really fucking good," I confirmed. "I can see why JerkClub keep you around."

Amy snorted and then hauled on the back of the chair with that unlikely strength of hers. I yelped as I was rocked backward to near-horizontal, looking up into a face that bore a familiar sly expression. She had her mojo back.

"So... wanna help me review something?"

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"I knew it!" Amy crowed as I indicated my selection from the backlog of toys scattered across her bed. "I knew you wanted to fuck her."

I rolled my eyes and tried not to blush as my roommate picked up the doll and handed it to me. She busied herself scooping everything else back into a disorganised box beneath the bed while I examined the thing.

'She' was a recent find Amy had brought back from an overseas JerkCon, the one that had caused her trouble at the airport on her return. The toy was like part of a sex doll, a slice through the waist of a shapely female figure that ran from curvaceous upper thighs and bubble butt up to just above the hips. Its pale skin was lifelike, if a little firm, and it jiggled in the right places as I tried and failed to find a non-lewd way of holding it. I ended up just cupping the butt cheeks, stealing a very satisfactory squeeze when Amy wasn't looking. Between those cheeks was all the expected silicone anatomy: an inviting pink pussy and below it a snug looking ass.

Despite the intriguingly lifelike features of the doll though, it wasn't the realism that had drawn me to it. Really it wasn't anything to do with the toy at all, save that it had two holes that begged to be shared. Rubber and silicone were good, but I was here for Amy.

My roommate had finished putting away the goodies I hadn't selected and was undressing, hopping awkwardly on one foot as she removed a sock. Her legs were already bare, but it looked like her hoodie was staying on. She gave me a self-conscious grin when she noticed me looking.

"First or second?" she asked when she reached a comfortable state of semi-undress, oblivious to my schemes.

I arranged myself on the bed and raised an eyebrow in reply.

"Dude it's not a hard ques-" Amy paused, then smirked as realisation dawned. "Ohhh, you wanna..."

I inclined my head. I was half-reclined on the bed, the toy sitting in my lap as if straddling my waist in a reverse cowgirl pose, those seductive thighs parted to point its sex toward my roommate. Some coquettish instinct told me to bite my lip.

Amy made a low groaning sound and swayed closer, coming to stand at the edge of the mattress. I could see the huge swollen shape of her, imprinted in the front of her hoodie. I was hard too, constrained in my sweatpants but still pressing up against the weight of the toy in my lap.

"You wanna share..." she breathed, apparently entranced. I felt myself blushing under the attention. "For her first time, too. Fucking hot."

Amy started to climb onto the bed, but there was something she'd forgotten. I stopped her with a "tss" sound and an insolent grin.

"Lube?"

"Duh!" Amy smacked her forehead and scrambled away to one of the drawers of her collector's cabinet to retrieve something slick. She had a more thoughtful expression when she returned.

"That bratty thing kinda works for you, dude..."

I gave her a wink and waggled the toy suggestively in my lap. Amy threw the lube at me with a snort.

"Lose the clothes," she demanded.

Huh. I'd been kind of expecting to keep most of my clothes on. The shapeless layers of mussed-up hoodies between us kind of went with the gooner routine we had going.

"I can draw them on later if you want." Amy said, misunderstanding my hesitation but opening up a whole different can of worms. "But I wanna see you."

"Draw them on?" I asked even as I started to obey, stripping off my clothes and tossing them into the chaotic ocean that was her bedroom floor.

"This is a toy review, remember? I'm gonna draw it."

Now Amy was back on the front foot and I was off balance.

"I'd forgotten that bit..." I admitted.

Our time with the toy would be immortalised in pencil. It wasn't like we were shooting porn or anything, but I felt a sudden jolt of performance anxiety.

"Dude, relax. We're just having fun." Amy patted my knee. "And if it's not fun I won't draw it."

I nodded and tried to get back in the groove. Naked, I sprawled back on the bed again and shot my roommate my best smoldering glance.

"You're not going to paint me like one of your Marovingian girls?"

Amy snorted, but I saw her eyes wander down my body. I'd never really been this on display for her before and the sensation sent an unexpected thrill through me. The moment lasted until she mimed throwing an imaginary lube bottle at me again and I flinched like a dork, even though the little plastic container was already safely in my hand.

"Get her ready or it's gonna be your spit for lube, dude."

A fleeting image came to me of eating that plastic pussy out, the addition of my saliva rendered wholly unnecessary by an endless ooze of Amy's cum seeping from both orifices. The smell of silicone and spit and spooge...

I shuddered and pushed the fantasy aside, setting about the task of lubing up the doll for real. It slicked and squelched as I worked generous helpings of the clear lubricant into each hole, stopping occasionally to deliver a squirt into Amy's outstretched palm and slather any excess over my own length. By the time we were ready we were both straining at attention, cocks slick and shiny. The fake pussy resting in my lap glistened invitingly up at Amy.

"You first," my roommate instructed. "In the butt."

I wasn't inclined to argue. I repositioned the toy above my sex, lining up with the lower of its two entrances. Amy watched with hooded eyes through her glasses.

The doll's creators had done a good job. There was resistance, a believable sensation of flesh stretching, slowly yielding, then I popped inside with a squelch. The toy's entrance gripped me tight, while its depths were silky and slick. My roommate gave an appreciative sigh at the sight.

"It's good..." I breathed.

"Deeper," Amy suggested, "she can take it."

Going deeper was as simple as pulling down on the flared hips of the doll. I groaned as I sank inside, burying myself until those squidgy rubber buttocks were pressed into my lap. Slick silicone clung to my skin, warming slowly with friction and body heat. The urge to move was irresistible - I soon had the toy bobbing up and down gently.

The mattress squeaked as Amy climbed onto the bed above me. She took her time getting situated, eventually nudging my legs apart so she could kneel between them. Her cock, as hard as I'd ever seen it, bounced as the toy smacked against its underside.

"Room for me?" she asked, though her smirk said she was trying it regardless of my answer.

I nodded wordlessly, too caught up in the sensations already coursing up my length. The velvety grip of the toy left a pleasant fluttering warmth playing over my shaft. I was looking forward to the extra heat and friction of Amy joining it as I paused the stroking and angled the doll as best I could for her.

Amy held my gaze though, not moving yet. Her smile was wicked.

"Yeah? Put me in, dude."

I couldn't say why that turned me into a blushing mess, save that her futa mojo was clearly in full swing. I reached for her with a trembling hand and tried to escape her stare, those huge dark eyes gleaming behind her nerdy glasses. We both groaned in appreciation as I found her, felt her excitement, and grasped her hardness.

"Missed our sessions?" she asked suddenly as I navigated by feel, trying to line her up with the toy's other entrance.

I nodded, too sheepish to look up at her.

"Me too."

Amy emphasised those words with a thrust and we both grunted as her cock slid off the toy and skidded lower, pressing against mine and cramming itself into the gap between the doll's cheeks and my abdomen. She backed off and let me try again to guide her to the right place.

I don't know if it was deliberate or not, but the sense of Amy between my legs, her thrusting quest for penetration, for a hole, wasn't lost on me. I found myself arching my back a little. I still couldn't meet her gaze.

My roommate leaned forward some more, planting a hand on the mattress beside my head to support herself. I felt her tip catch against the entrance of the toy pussy, even just the head was big enough that I felt the doll stretch and its other entrance tighten slightly around me. I released her to take a two handed hold of those fake hips again, steadying the toy in place against the incoming penetration.

"Ready?" Amy huffed from close by. I'd looked away sideways to avoid her gaze, but now I could feel her breath on my cheek.

"Ready," I breathed, and was surprised when she didn't immediately plunge home like she'd done when last we shared a fleshlight.

Instead I felt her shift just a little, the slightest penetration. A faint impression of her reached me in the depths of the toy, but not the crushing presence I'd been expecting. I was about to protest, to encourage her on, when a hand brushed a strand of hair from my cheek. Amy turned my face up toward her and caught me in an unexpected kiss.

Unexpected, but not unwelcome. My squawk of surprise turned to appreciation as we smooched wetly and inexpertly, her glasses smushed up against my face. Hands busy, I curled my ankles around the backs of her legs and used them to draw her in. This time she obliged, sliding deep inside the toy's silken pussy.

I moaned, the sound smothered by the kiss. My heart was racing and I could feel the giddy pheromonal buzz of Amy's body chemistry interacting with my own. I felt the presence of her through the toy's suddenly much more snug innards, the thickness, the weight of her superior futa anatomy.

We bumped up against one another, squashed silicone forming the only barrier between us. Yet it wasn't the crushing vice grip of the fleshlight we'd shared, all heat and friction. This was smoother, we could both move, were moving in fact, hips swaying back and forth in tandem. I realised the kiss was broken and opened my eyes to find Amy smiling down at me.

"Feels kind of like fucking, right?"

It did, except my wires were kind of crossed. With my legs spread and Amy above me, thrusting away between them, it felt kind of like being fucked. Now there was a thought. I nodded distractedly at my roommate and bit my lip as we got further into motion, a synchronous back and forth. It was slow, an easy matched rhythm of the hips.

A wonderful minute passed with only ragged breathing and the occasional squelch of slimy silicone. Slowly I realised, though, that our mismatched sizes meant Amy wasn't pushing her whole length inside. To match my motions, she had to stop and pull back with a good third of that wonderful length still exposed. That wouldn't do.

I timed it with her next thrust, locking my legs behind her butt and pulling her down deeper, capturing her whole length. We let out twin groans as Amy sprawled on top of me, off balance. I could feel her balls, heavy, impossibly slick, nestle against my own.

Now the toy was tight. I could feel every ridge of my roommate's length through the overstretched silicone, every excited twitch. She was twitching a lot, actually. I swore I could feel the quivering in her balls.

"Fuck... dude..." Amy gasped. "That's gonna make me..."

She was kind of a quick shot when we gooned, but I never minded. Besides, some primal part of my brain was outright refusing to unlock my legs where they wrapped around her waist, pulling her close. I wanted to hold her there, deep.

She made some quick, desperate thrusts, jostling and rocking the doll as I held it in place. The battering progress of her sex against my own trapped cock felt amazing. I felt the shake in her limbs first, then the telltale gasping moan delivered right in my ear. Her balls twitched, practically jumped, then Amy was folding herself around me as she unloaded deep within the toy.

I felt the heat of it first of all, a sudden lava rush that warmed the walls that gripped us, separated us. I felt the pulsing of her cock as a squeezing, tightening of the toy. Amy's hand tangled in my hair and I felt it tremble there as her orgasm spent itself in a messy rush.

Wet, sticky warmth spilled back over my sack as the overstuffed toy ran out of room for her spend. I let out a groan of my own as I felt the flesh there start to warm and tingle with the power of her cum. My head swam a moment later as its heady smell reached my nostrils and made my brain tingle in time with my balls.

Fuck, she was magical. Amy was the best thing in the world.

I lay there beneath my roommate and listened to her panting for breath. I hadn't cum yet, though I was hard as steel. I wanted to savour her for as long as I could.

"Fuuuck~" Amy groaned in my ear, pulling herself together slowly.

She propped herself up on her forearms so we were face to face again, though I still hadn't realised the grip of my legs. She had that wide-eyed look that she got when she came, but more lucid than normal. Neither of us had ingested her stuff. Yet.

"That was kind of a mindfuck... Really felt like we were..."

I gave her a squeeze with my ankles and then gave a slow wiggle of the hips, letting her feel my continued hardness. She hadn't gone down either, I noticed.

"I liked it." I said, simply.

"Fuck yeah!" Amy beamed. "You want me to fuck you some more?"

I nodded. "My legs are getting tired though."

It took my roommate all of two seconds to come up with a solution. Explaining it took a little longer, but it was unpeeling and rearranging our sticky bodies that took the most time.

Finally I found myself kneeling on the mattress, half straddling a pillow. Amy's bed had some suspiciously rigid body pillows and now I was getting a sense of what she used them for. The well-fucked sex toy was resting in front of me on that pillow, angled so I could slide right into it, missionary style. Cum was oozing from it in thick rivulets just like I'd imagined earlier, making a mess of the sheets.

Amy was kneeling behind me and I felt her rest her chin on my shoulder as she took in the sight. Her slick and still mostly-hard sex poked me in the lower back.

"We messed her up, dude." My roommate opined of the sticky, leaking doll. "Her first time, too. Feels kinda bad."

When she spoke again her voice had that sultry, devious quality that made me want to go along with whatever she was cooking up next.

"Wanna help really obliterate her? It might get freaky."

I nodded. I wanted to point out that this was already pretty freaky by anyone's standards, but I was too far under her spell to mouth off.

"Good," my roommate purred.

One hand circled my waist to grab my cock at the base and then she pushed me forward on my knees until I was right over the toy. It squelched lewdly as she slapped me against the upturned pussy part of the device, more cum spattering over the bed clothes as she worked. It was her turn to put me in: lining my sex up against the still-warm entrance and then using her other hand on my butt to push me home.

I groaned as a flood of sensation assaulted me. The faux pussy was awash with futa cum, pheromones, Amy magic, whatever it was. My senses swam and I clenched my muscles, fighting the urge to explode right there.

My roommate turned tormentor didn't give me time to settle. She was already pushing and prodding at trembling limbs, arranging me as she wanted me. Soon I was sprawled forward over the propped-up toy, face down, butt slightly raised. Amy made a pleased noise and withdrew from my back.

"Don't start moving yet."

That wasn't a problem. I was too busy focusing on trying not to cum just from the presence of Amy's cum. It coated every inch of my length now, buried deep in the toy as I was, waves of fizzy bliss seeming to soak through my skin. My balls were slick and tingling from the overspill.

I yelped as something soft, warm and wet suddenly probed the back of my exposed sack. A teasing swipe right up the middle. It tickled, shivers racing up my back.

"You're covered in my stuff back here." Amy observed, before she licked me again, focusing in on one of my balls. I practically howled at the unexpected touch, my instinctive flinch setting off another cascade of pleasure along my dick as it jumped within the toy.

"You... ah!" I tried to form a protest, but my roommate's tongue kept getting in between the words. It swiped languidly over the other testicle and then eased forward between them.

"Wonder if I can..." Amy's words were muffled, but my gasp wasn't. I felt her tongue flicker over the cum-drenched front of my sack, pressed up tight against the toy. There was a lewd sucking sensation against my junk as she sought out her own spilled spooge.

"Amy!" I gasped, not sure if I was protesting or exhorting her on.

"Said it'd be freaky..." she murmured cheerfully. It sounded like she'd found enough of her stuff that it had started affecting her.

Amy's tongue slithered along the back of my sack again, then up over my perineum. I gasped and twitched in place as my roommate mercilessly licked me.

"It really got everywhere," Amy lamented, voice slightly spacey. "Gotta clean you up before we destroy that pussy..."

I felt the slither of her tongue over my exposed ass and this time I actually did howl. It was shocking, it tickled, and it ignited all sorts of sensations I wasn't ready for.

"AMY!" I hissed, feeling my cheeks burning hot.

"Don't worry dude," she giggled as she pulled away from her oral explorations, "it's just gooning."

The strange hollow aching in my butt after she drew away didn't feel like just gooning, but she was the expert. Amy shuffled about behind me on her knees, getting into position for the rest of her plan. Part of me considered begging her to fuck me for real, but I bit my tongue. She'd destroy me.

"Ready to get wrecked?" the definitely slightly stoned futa purred in my ear, as if in confirmation.

She was talking to the toy beneath me, but I nodded anyway and Amy giggled again. An unusual sound for her. She shifted and the enormous shape of her rode up over my butt for a few seconds, before she redirected it downwards.

The idea was to take advantage of her length. Amy's size was such that when she pressed her cock between my thighs a good seven or eight inches of her still protruded out the other side. We both craned our heads to goggle at the second dick I appeared to have grown, nestled up below the first.

"Remember when we broke that fleshlight?" Amy asked, as she lined up with the orifice I was already penetrating.

I dreamed of it often. I nodded and felt the swollen tip of her press up against the underside of my dick. The toy's entrance began to stretch and deform inwards as she pushed against it, eager to join me inside.

"Who's gonna break this time?" she asked, then let out a victorious grunt as she slid a few inches inside. The heat and steely hardness of her contrasted with the silken grip of the toy around the rest of my shaft.

"What do you mean?" I asked, wriggling instinctively to try to find room. There was none to be found - I was firmly squished between Amy and the toy.

"Her or you, dude." I could hear the grin in Amy's voice, even without seeing her face.

She picked that moment to slam the rest of her length home, hips smacking into my butt with an audible slap. I gasped as the toy was suddenly packed fuller than its designers ever imagined, Amy's incredible anatomy seeming to seize every inch of space. I was crushed in a vice, a vice already lubricated with her own frothy spend.

My sack was squashed against the soft entrance of the toy, lifted and pushed out of the way by my roommate's length as she started to draw back and then press home again. It ached in that same way it had when I'd squeezed her borrowed dildo between my legs - an odd mixture of discomfort and pleasure. I heard a moan, somewhere between rapture and torture, and realised I was the one making it.

Soon Amy was putting her weight behind her thrusts, slamming up against my butt. One hand rested on my hips while the other tangled in my hair again. Once again it was all too easy to forget she was fucking the toy and not me, as she hammered away between my clenched thighs.

Unable to move, flattened and frotted within the doll's filthy depths while Amy's intoxicating cum continued to seep into my skin, I wasn't going to last long. I tried to form words, some witty counter to her barrage of dirty talk. They came out as a string of yelps and mewls.

"Fuck... Amy, that's... ah!"

"Gonna break?" she asked, panting softly from the effort. She wasn't slowing though. "You can take another inch..."

Somehow she found one, I felt her thighs slam into the backs of mine and yelped as another jolt of confused discomfort and pleasure shot through me. She stirred her hips around, seeming to squash up against my taint, my trapped testicles and my constricted cock all at once.

I gasped again, which seemed to spur her on further. I guess the faux-fucking and the taste of her own intoxicant had lowered Amy's inhibitions, because I never would have imagined the dominant streak that seemed to have come over her as she pounded against my back and the toy that trapped us together. My gasps and grunts of submission seemed to be driving her on, too.

I wondered if this was how people got bound?

Fuck, that was meant to be scary but right now the thought was just hot. I gasped as climax swept over me, enormous and sudden.

"Fuck yeah!" Amy noticed my shaking right away, felt the helpless twitching of my trapped junk. "Gonna fuck you dry..."

She was doing just that, reducing me to a shaking, mewling mess that could only yelp and spurt with every bruising slap of her hips against mine. My orgasm seemed to build, peak and then just drag on and on as my roommate kept going, relentless.

"Amy!" I gasped her name, unsure if I was begging her to stop or exhorting her on.

"Fuck, dude..." she hissed. "You make me wanna..."

Fuck me? Bind me? She bit back the words, if that was what she had been going to say. She didn't hold back her thrusting though, even as my cries of climax turned to more of an exhausted whimper. My every muscle felt like jelly, my poor confused cock oozing a continuous trickle of what little I had left.

Finally, eventually, she missed a beat.

"Gonna-" Amy made a choked noise and I felt her stiffen against me. She buried her face in the back of my neck, even as she squeezed me tighter.

The stuffed depths of the toy warmed with yet another deposit that it could not possibly contain. The wet patch beneath us got wetter. Another rush of unnatural bliss sizzled through my skin and oozed up my spine, Amy's grip on me as much chemical as it was physical.

I felt my eyelids growing heavy as my roommate settled herself more comfortably atop me. She was strong but she wasn't heavy. Her head fit nicely in the crook between my neck and shoulder...

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I awoke what felt like hours later, naked and sticky but tucked in comfortably in Amy's bed. The room was dark except for the electric glare of a computer screen. My roommate was a hunched silhouette in the chair before it, sketching away on a graphics pad.

My body ached. My sex felt tender, sensitive. The backs of my thighs were bruised. I stretched slowly and groaned, taking in the sensations. Perversely, the aches and pains actually felt kind of good. Even the slight hangover, the chemical come-down from the basting of her intoxicating spunk over my skin, didn't seem too bad.

Maybe it was because I was in Amy's bed. We were ok. Things had worked out.

I smiled and rolled over to watch her work, watching the outlandish sketches of the sex toy review appear on screen. A lust-maddened bunny girl railed a trapped pink-hoodied twink, the pair of them stretching a doll to breaking point. Amy had drawn a little cloud of hearts around the scene.

She must have noticed I was awake, because she picked that moment to twirl the chair toward me with a grin that was half smug triumph and half abashed self-consciousness. The all-conquering futa meets the awkward shut-in. Very Amy.

"Well, dude..." she asked. "Marks out of ten?"

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