Zoey crashed down onto the bed—exactly where she'd been before—accompanied by two other girls. Again, Zoey scrambled to orient herself, to push away the nausea that had appeared with her sudden teleportation.
For a brief moment, she thought the two girls who'd bounced onto the bed were Not-Zoey and Delta. But the enormous package tucked between the dark-haired figure's legs had Zoey's brain running circles in confusion. Not-Zoey didn't have a cock. Shouldn't, at least. Did that mean—? But no, more likely that ...
She paused. Something felt odd about her own body.
Zoey looked down and saw toned muscles, a generous chest. Not unusual—but not hers. A tress of orange hair rested on her shoulder, which she scooped up and rubbed between her fingers. Silky. And not hers. Delta's. She became aware of a tail tucked beneath her, and she leaned forward and took it in her hands, stroking the fluffy body part. She winced.
Huh. It is sensitive, like she said.
"Okay," Zoey-Delta said, still playing with her tail. "So, who's who, this time?" She was exhausted, but practicalities needed to be addressed. The burst of adrenaline that had come with being teleported, at least, wiped some of it away.
Someone-Zoey stared incredulously down at her cock. By the opening and closing mouth—the floundering—Zoey could take a guess who'd landed in her own body. But the words confirmed it. "You have got to be kidding me," Rosalie-Zoey hissed. "I have—I have—" Her hand hovered at her crotch as if she intended to grab the impressive member, but she stopped.
"Man," Delta-Rosalie said. "You two changed, and I didn't? Why do I keep getting the short stick? I'm the one who wanted a cock."
Rosalie-Zoey shot a disgusted look at Delta, then turned to Zoey. The expression somehow, and unfairly, screamed, 'this is your fault'. "Unbelievable," she said. "And did you have to be so ... enthusiastic about all that?"
"Who can blame her?" Delta said. "If I had a body like that, I'd want to fuck it, too."
"And you got your ... fluid ... everywhere," Rosalie said, nose wrinkling as she pressed a finger into cum-soaked sheets. She rubbed her pointer finger and thumb together, and when she separated them, white goo bridged her digits. "The bed is drenched. You're disgusting."
"Where did she go?" Zoey asked. Despite having changed bodies, she was still fatigued. Rosalie, on the other hand, didn't seem exhausted at all; their statuses had followed over between their body-changes.
"Take a stamina potion," Delta said. "Gods, I'm tired just looking at you."
Right. Zoey didn't know how many times she would forget about the magical conveniences afforded her before it became instinct to fall back on things like stamina potions.
The contents of the murky-yellow vial emptied into her throat, tingling as it went down. The effects were immediate. The soreness and fatigue from such a thorough fucking session faded away, and soon she was wide awake and ready for more. Reinvigorated. I know I've thought it a hundred times before, but magic. Pretty cool stuff.
"Where'd she go?" Zoey repeated. "Why is it just us three, now?"
"And why the body-swap?" Delta asked.
A voice came from high in the rafters—three heads pivoted to their spectator. She was wearing Delta's body, this time, not Zoey's. "Like I said, taking a breather, sweetheart. This is your chance to swap back before we duke it out. The fight for all the marbles."
"Swap back?" Rosalie-Zoey asked. "What does that mean?"
Zoey paused. The explanation came intuitively—or at least, she had strong suspicions. "She's implying if we fuck each other, we'll swap bodies each time."
"Winner winner," Not-Delta's voice came from the distance. "She's a quick one."
Rosalie-Zoey looked vaguely horrified at the revelation. "But that means—"
"This so isn't fair," Delta whined. "You have a cock and you get to use it?"
"But—but—" Rosalie failed to come to terms with the situation. Wide eyes stared at her cock, then at Zoey-Delta and Delta-Rosalie.
"What's the ordering, then?" Zoey asked. "Assuming we're trying to get back to our normal bodies."
"Well," Delta said. "Depends if Princess is okay with fucking me or not, I suppose."
"Absolutely not."
"Then Zoey has to put in some work," Delta said, not offended at Rosalie's effusive denial. "Has to be an intermediary." She frowned. Her finger moved around between the three of them as she ran some calculations—Rosalie was doing the same, her eyebrows furrowed. How did they get back to their bodies in the quickest way possible, but without Rosalie and Delta fucking each other?
"Two moves," Rosalie said. "You and Zoey, then me and Zoey."
"Yeah," Delta said, "but we can also do it in four moves."
"Why would—"
"Because I want a turn with the cock, okay? It's not fair!"
Rosalie stared at Delta with open incredulity. Delta turned to Zoey, and with pleading eyes, said, "Come on. Let's take the long way. I want a turn in your body."
Zoey laughed, amused at the request, and Delta's straightforwardness. "What would the ordering be?" Zoey's head hurt trying to figure out what order they needed to fuck in to accommodate everyone.
"It'd be you and blondie, then you and me, then you and blondie, and me and you, again."
Rosalie nodded slowly as she ran swaps in her head. Zoey, honestly, lost the thread. "It would work," Rosalie said, "but it's twice as much effort. We're in a boss fight, if you've forgotten."
"It's up to Zoey." Delta pleaded with wide, hopeful eyes, which was devastatingly effective, considering she was in Rosalie's body and wearing a pair of cat ears. They even flatted down, like they were real and not an armor attachment.
"If she wants my cock, she can have it," Zoey laughed. "That's my general policy, isn't it?"
"Yes!"
"You just want this to last longer," Rosalie said to Zoey with vague disdain. "You're letting the boss recover, you realize?"
"Then we better get a move on," Zoey said, a smile creeping across her lips. She shuffled over on all fours, the cum-sticky bed dirtying her hands and knees, and Rosalie's eyes widened, blanching as she realized what was about to happen.
"N-Now," Rosalie-Zoey started, shuffling back at Zoey's advance, then tipping over as Zoey pushed her by her shoulders. Rosalie's cock stiffed, quickly engorging, as Zoey climbed atop her. It pressed against Zoey's stomach as she straddled her lap. "Wait. Wait. Zoey, give me a second."
Something about the tone of voice gave Zoey pause—halted her in her tracks, regardless of how excited she was. "You okay?"
"It feels ... weird," Rosalie said, staring down between their bodies, at the gigantic cock that was swelling up against Zoey's stomach. Her hips wiggled. "So, um, intense."
Zoey smirked. "Maybe you can sympathize with me, finally. Hard to keep a straight head with that thing, isn't it?"
Rosalie panted as she watched her cock finish filling out. A lusty haze had fallen over her eyes. Was that how Zoey looked, when things got going? Her cock was—as Ephy had alluded to—a lot needier than most. More sensitive, too.
Zoey's hand went to Rosalie's cock, and Rosalie made one of the cutest noises she'd ever heard. A squeak, or something close. Zoey squeezed, and the noise repeated itself, Rosalie's hips bucking forward and jostling Zoey atop her.
Zoey briefly took a moment to be disoriented at her own situation—the fox ears on her head, the tail sprouting from just above her ass, and most importantly, the fact she had a cock in her hands, which distinctly wasn't something Zoey'd ever done before—but the excitement and lust in Rosalie's eyes overruled her hesitancy.
"Just let me know if its too much," Zoey murmured, stroking up and down Rosalie's huge girlcock. It pulsed in her hand, radiating heat.
"How, how's it work?" Rosalie panted. "Do I have to ... inside?"
Zoey paused. She wasn't sure.
Not-Delta's voice came down from the rafters, "Synchronized! That's all that matters. So you better hold off, blondie!"
That wouldn't be the easiest thing in the world for Rosalie. If Zoey wanted to be nice, she'd get herself close to orgasm before they started, and let Rosalie take control. That way, Rosalie wouldn't have to resist the pleasure too much.
But Zoey wasn't feeling particularly nice. The opposite. She wanted to make Rosalie squirm. To understand just how ... inconvenient, and overwhelming, this member of Zoey's—that was now hers—was.
"It's so weird, with you in her body," Rosalie murmured. Her eyes scoured Zoey's—Delta's?—tits, stomach, and neatly shaved pussy, which she had a great view of as Zoey jerked her off with both hands.
"Is it doing something for you?" Zoey grinned. "Do Delta's hands feel good, going up and down your giant cock? How about that we're being watched by her? Is that why you're making so many cute noises?" Like usual, the heat of the situation had put a boldness into Zoey that didn't normally exist.
"O-Of course not."
"Maybe her mouth can extract a confession." Zoey squeezed the base of Rosalie's cock. Without thinking better of what she was doing, she leaned forward and took Rosalie in her mouth.
My own cock, she realized.
This musky taste was her own, the pulsing-hot warmth and the salty taste of pre-cum. It hadn't crossed her mind—she'd wanted to tease Rosalie by using Delta's mouth to extract honesty from her. But she'd just taken her own cock into her mouth.
Zoey stroked her tongue at the slit on top of her shaft, and pushed down onto that warm girth. Rosalie made more adorable squeaks—the same kind she'd been making—and almost as much as the idea Zoey had her own cock in her mouth—not literally, but close enough—it was Rosalie's noises that had Zoey's mind melting.
She's so cute, I want to die. Zoey would do whatever she could to have Rosalie bucking and whining beneath her. However degenerate this shard was, Zoey found herself thankful she'd been put in this situation: with Rosalie's cock stuffing her mouth.
Time to make her squirm.