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The universe is filled with an infinite number of possibilities spread across innumerable dimensions, and flows itself as a fabric, each strand of reality weaving itself into a tapestry of everything that could ever be. And, like any fabric, those strands occasionally fray and tangle, manifesting in the universe as small holes between dimensions, ranging from the size of a small town to the eye of a needle. However, these phenomena are exceedingly rare, and the laws of reality cause them to close nearly as quickly as they open, to the point their very existence was constantly under question.

So, naturally, this ferret-otter hybrid, with a dash of wolf on his father's side, did not have these thoughts anywhere in his head as he woke up. Geary Digit was not much of a morning person, and as such it was quite nearly noon by the time he pried his eyes open and kept himself from drifting back into the tempting lull of sleep. The fotter pushed himself up into a sitting position, trying to blink the sleep out of his eyes. Standing only four-foot-five-inches in height, he found that most furniture was either too large for him to use properly, or so small that it felt somewhat embarrassing when guests were over, so his apartment bedroom was spartan in design, dominated by the queen-sized bed he rested on. The only real benefit his size offered, in his view, was to accentuate the size of his apple-sized sack and a nine-inch-long, knotted cock.

Which was tenting his sheets where they still covered his body, and the fotter found himself thinking just a bit too much about his morning wood for it to fade naturally, so his options were to either deal with it hanging about until it decided to go down on its own, or take care of it then and there. Smacking his lips and noticing how parched his mouth was, it didn't take him a moment to decide.

Geary pulled the sheets from his body, exposing his naked, albino self entirely to the rays of sun filtering through his blinds before pulling his legs in and anchoring himself in place. His back arched and his neck craned forward, lips parting to gently wrap around his tip, a hand wrapping around the thick girth of his cock to hold it steady. Inch by inch, he slid the thick, pink shaft deeper into his maw, stroking the base and encouraging his knot to its full girth. He purred as salty-sweet precum dripped onto his tongue, stopping his descent for a few moments to savor the flavor of a few more drops. Grabbing his plump and pliable rump cheeks in both paws, the fotter cut to the main event, pushing his head forwards and pulling his hips to meet it, burying nearly the full length of his cock into his maw and throat. He closed his eyes tightly in response to the swift entry, swallowing around the bulge as it leaked a steady stream of precum down his throat.

After taking a few moment to adjust, the fotter began bobbing his head along his shaft, keeping it lodged firmly in his throat and kissing his knot with every hilt. His tongue glided along the sensitive skin of his member, wrapping around it occasionally before pulling back just as quickly, sending shudders up his spine. Geary's toes curled as tension grew through his body, his experienced maw quickly bringing him to the edge.

Normally, he'd hold himself there for a few minutes, extracting every ounce of pleasure and every drop of precum that he could from himself, and he'd also have the presence of mind to stay wary of his knot, but, in his waking state, his mind not yet able to focus on more than one thing at a time, he failed to adhere to either of these tendencies. With a single, powerful motion, he pushed his head forwards and thrusted his hips to meet it, his knot audibly popping past his teeth with only mild discomfort before he unloaded rope after thick rope of cum down his throat. The fotter eagerly swallowed down every drop, his eyes opening to a half-lidded state, as he emptied his load directly into his gut without spilling a single drip. So overwhelmed in his half-awake state by the euphoria of climax was he that not only did he failed to notice the thick bulb locking his knot inside of his maw, but he also failed to notice the room shifting and warping around him.

The walls, previously just beige drywall, were gradually replaced with uncovered wood, and the blue carpet was given the same treatment just as quickly. Geary didn't quite take notice until he felt the mattress and sheets beneath him become less comfortable that they were a few moments ago. As his climax slowed to a stop, he blinked his eyes open and took in the differences in the room. In addition to the surfaces becoming wooden, the bed was also of a much more primitive make, like something from the fifteenth or sixteenth century, and he seemed to find himself oriented on the bed opposite of where he was before, now laying near the foot and facing the head. What made his eyes widen most of all, though, was the pink-furred creature sitting at the other end of the bed.

They were clearly a hybrid like he was, though it was harder to immediately identify of what. Their wing-like arms, furred and with a membrane that spread from the tips of their fingers to their thighs, were clearly that of a bat, as were the hand-like feet at the end of their legs, but their head, torso, and tail were almost identical to his own... save for a mane down the length of his tail that faded out into white near its peak, as well as a puff of fur on the end following the same coloration. And then there were the curved horns like a ram, the leaf-like nose reminding him further of a bat... a word sprung into Geary's head, though he couldn't say from where, but he felt like this creature was an 'imp'. Strangely, they felt extremely familiar, almost like looking into a funhouse mirror, being nearly the exact same height as himself. Their cock, ebon, equine, and both fully erect and coated in precum, was the last piece of the puzzle to which he could no longer resist staring. All of the pieces fell into place as he gawked at the glistening, foot-long tower of meat, and the fotter... imp in front of him widened his eyes in the same realization.

They both said at once, "You're me!" Or, at least, the imp said that while Geary merely muffled it around the cock still occupying his maw and throat. This suddenly brought their current conditions into focus, with Geary finally realizing that he had knotted himself and gotten himself stuck for the foreseeable future, while the imp before him, 'Digit' as Geary mentally designated him, was not only free, but he seemed to have not yet begun dealing with his morning wood. This simultaneous revelation caused two different reactions in the two Gearys, with the imp grinning and finding himself a much better way to deal with his morning wood than a hand and the fotter gulping and finding himself that better way. While Geary had certainly taken cocks that big before, it was always after he had done plenty of prep beforehand, and Digit didn't look to be patient enough to wait that long.

The imp crawled in an exaggerated and predatory manner towards the fotter, placing his hands on the mustelid's plump cheeks and spreading them to fully reveal the pink donut resting between them, "Just to be clear, we're both thinking that we want this, right?" Geary nodded the best he could, as nobody knew better than himself how incredibly hot he found his current predicament, alternate self or not. Digit grinned, "Good, then let me get you ready." His maw opened to reveal a long, thick tongue clearly drawing from his bat heritage, letting it loll out for a bit to tease the fotter before he began lapping over the puckered rim.

After licking the fotter's donut until it practically glistened, Digit thrust his tongue deep into Geary's depths, eliciting a muffled, feminine moan. The imp pushed his muzzle in tightly against the fotter's rear, sending a brief chill up his spine as he felt the cold, wet nose against his lightly-furred taint, and kissed the pucker against his lips. Digit's long, bat-like tongue began pushing back and forth, tugging slightly on Geary's donut, and quickly located the fotter's prostate, prodding and rubbing the sensitive spot to draw as many cute, squeaking moans out of the fotter as he could. Once he heard Geary start to gulp down precum from his cock leaking anew, Digit drew his tongue entirely out of the fotter's rear.

For a second, Geary thought he might get something of a reprieve, but the notion was quickly dispelled as Digit's thick, pre-soaked cock wetly slapped between his cheeks. The fotter's eyes went wide as he stared at the thick slab of meat, the full-foot length unable to rest entirely against his rump and lingering its tip over his face. Digit licked his chops as he began hotdogging the plump, mustelid rump, groping and squeezing its soft and doughy cheeks to draw more small moans from the fotter, and allowed glops of precum to drip across his face and paint him in the musky lubricant. Geary released a needy whimper after some time of this treatment, desperately needing that teasing cock inside of him.

Taking only the briefest moment to line up his broad tip against the fotter's pre-and-saliva-soaked pucker, Digit quickly obliged his desire and thrust deep into Geary. Were it not for the cock filling his maw and throat, Geary's feminine moan would have easily passed through the walls and immediately alerted any others in the building as to their activity, and Digit bit his lip to suppress a similar cry from escaping his lips as he quickly hilted the full foot of his thick shaft inside of the fotter.

Digit grinned as soft purrs radiated from his chest, "Gods, are we really this tight? If we get anywhere near the same amount of action, that should have slid in as easily as my tongue." He punctuated the statement by grinding against Geary's rump, likewise grinding his cock against the fotter's tight, inner walls and eliciting a few, tiny moans and a full-body blush. The imp smiled wider at how visible the flushing is through the fotter's albino fur, giving it the illusion of having a faint, pink tint, almost identical in hue to his own. "That's definitely different. I'd say it's probably harder for you to hide when you're turned on, but I've had too many pants burst to make that claim." The punctuate his statement, Digit slowly drew his length back until the medial ring felt the open air before quickly driving it back down to the hilt. He didn't pause this time, instead keeping up the momentum to pound the fotter's rear over and over, heavy orbs slapping against the mustelid's tail with every swing, eliciting increasingly feminine moans from the self-tied male.

Pre and cum coating the imp's cock quickly slathered across Geary's inner walls, and soon fresh pre joined it to cover every last inch of his passage, allowing the thrusts to grow longer and harder as the breeding went on. The air filled with their combined musk and the wet sounds of the equine shaft repeatedly plowing into the tight, overflowing rear and creating an increasingly large mess of the fotter's tail and cheek fur. Digit's increasingly passionate fucking only grew more eager and relentless as moments turned to minutes, panting as his alternate self moaned around a throbbing cock.

All things must reach their peak, however, and both males found themselves rapidly climbing to it, cresting the peak almost simultaneously and moaning in stereo, a double-dose of cum pouring into Geary, though only the fotter's own stays in its entirety as Digit's lack of a knot allows for no small amount of seed to splash across his own rear and the imp's loins. As their climaxes slowed down, Digit pulled himself free and let his last few ropes splash across his clone's face, leaving it thoroughly coated with only those last few emissions, before falling back and panting hard. "Geeze," the imp started, figuring he's the only one in a position for pillow talk as he rolled onto his front and retrieved a cushion to rest his head on, "Is topping always this tiring? Gonna have to rest before I can do that again..." Behind him, however, the second climax had gotten Geary's knot just soft enough to carefully pull free from his maw, slowly moving upright onto his knees, his stomach quite visibly pudging from the sheer size of their loads, and setting his eyes on getting some 'payback'. "Bottoming definitely is easier, I've gotta admit, but there's just something about having a cute guy tightly wrapped around your cock," Digit raised his rear to emphasize the rest, "Pushing back into your thrusts and moaning for more until they're left a drooling mess~"

The fotter spoke up as he grabbed Digit's hips, "Well, since you make it sound so appealing..." His knotted cock slid in between the imp's plump cheeks, spreading them and rubbing against the thick donut resting at its center. "...and, as they say, turnabout is fair play, right~?" As he positioned his pointed tip to the middle of the puckered rim, the pink male beneath him sputtered out a response.

"Ah, aheh, l-look, I know I just reamed you and poured my load into you, and you probably wanna return the favor for how much I filled your stomach with hot cum, a-and while I definitely find the thought of being fucked senseless and knotted extremely hot and all, I must say-"

Rolling his eyes, Geary thrust hard forwards, his wet cock sliding almost effortlessly into the imp and drawing a long, effeminate moan from the previously-cocky demon and cutting off his prattle. "Well, I can say for sure you're not anywhere near as tight as me, but I can't say that surprises me after the show you just gave." An embarrassed whimper left Digit's mouth, replaced swiftly by further moans as the fotter began pounding his rear hard and fast, not giving the imp even a moment to get accustomed to the thick shaft buried under tail. 'Worse', the fotter's knot slamming and spreading Digit's rim wider with every thrust only filled the demon with further need and desire, especially once Geary's thrusts began slowing to a steady pace and his knot merely teased at attempting entry rather than trying in earnest. "You only said 'moaning for more', but I like to hear some begging when I top, so, do you want me to-"

"Yes!" The imp cut him off without hesitation, "Knot me, fill me!" Beneath him, Digit's cock throbbed hard on the edge of release, being held tantalizingly in reach of climax by the slow, deliberate thrusts.

Geary grinned, "As you command~" He swiftly built back up to rapid, breeding humps, needing only a few hard thrusts before his knot audibly popped into the imp, followed by a flood of cum poured into the creature's stomach. This, in turn, set off Digit's own climax, firing heavy ropes of his seed straight into the sheets beneath him as he arched his head and released a loud, feminine moan into the air. The two panted heavily as they both emptied their third load of the morning, looking each other in the eye and grinning dopily in their overwhelming afterglow. Geary opened his mouth to snark, and-

"OI, KEEP IT DOWN IN THERE, SOME OF US ARE STILL TRYING TO SLEEP." A loud banging on the wall adjourning the bed's head brought the two back to reality, suddenly quite embarrassed over their noisy and unrestrained session. They stared at one another, before snickering and giggling and barely containing outright laughter as they dropped to their sides and settled into a cozy, spooning cuddle.

As they caught their breath from the sudden bout of laughter, Geary, finally chimed up a question he intended to ask much sooner, "So, ah, how do I get back anyways?"

The imp regarded him quizzically, "...Back?"

"...Oh." They might be spending some time together.