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A Bedroom Experiment

It had to be a dream.

Nothing else could explain it, besides something insane – like magic. Warrick was set in his evening bedtime routine: quick shower, cleanup, a glass of water and then sleep (or try to, ignoring all of next day’s work anxieties and such). Tonight wasn’t any different. . . and then it was. When settled into bed, a strange tingle overcame him. Then, it surged into something more vibrant, intense. Not that kind of intense, rather an overwhelming sense of weightlessness. He was surrounded by a surge of electricity (or so it appeared) and then nothing.

Before the “nothing,” Warrick figured he was experiencing the horrors of sleep paralysis. But when the sensations continued, they were pleasant, or at least, not horrifying nor paralyzing. At this point, Warrick assumed he was in a dream because what else could it possibly be? The second coming? Alien abduction? Awful lot of electricity for either of those events, then.

But said events were typically a bad thing, typically the end of someone. Not in Warrick’s case. No, once the proceeding lightshow of bizarre electricity dissipated, the young man was well, gone. Not dead, just, not in his room anymore. At first, his surroundings wobbled and morphed into a series of incomprehensible blobs and muddled colors. Sounds crackled and boomed and for the briefest of moments, Warrick could “see” a tunnel of lights, lights shaking in violent twirls and erratic patterns. Was he losing his mind?

Then, all at once, the blinding light overwhelmed him, consumed the entirety of his body and. . . that was all. That was all? Huh, one might expect a few fireworks after an out-of-body experience like this. But there was nothing.

For a while.

Sight returned, slowly, the dreary mixture of hues pouring in. Sounds were coming back too, muffled as they were. The bright flash ceded to gentle shades of orange, a natural light. Noise shifted to the calm tick and whir of a clock. A breeze was audible through an open window and hold on a goddamn minute.

Warrick never left his window open during the night, and he certainly didn’t own a clock that made noise. And the light? Why was it orange, like daytime? He opened his eyes to find it was daytime! He also opened his eyes to find he wasn’t in his room.

Okay, uh, what?

At first he assumed something terrible happened: he was dead. There was light, after all, and he was in a location he didn’t recognize. The sheets underneath him weren’t his, and as shapes, lights, and colors fashioned into cohesive form, none of it was recognizable. Downright foreign, it was. He didn’t know how to explain it, the difference, it simply was.

But he could breathe, smell, feel, all the regular senses, so if he was dead, he wouldn’t know. If somehow the young man passed away, it was completely indistinguishable from being alive. So if not death, what, a dream? Had to be, had to.

“Holy Howl! It worked!”

Warrick jolted with a start as a feminine voice caught his attention. Yeah, he wasn’t home anymore, because nobody lived in his unit much less his room. Fear took him, the proximity of an unknown stranger hitting all his panic buttons.

“WHATTHEFUCK!”

“Ew, hey, whoa, mind your bark, let’s take it easy with that language.”

Certainly, an unfair request, what else was he supposed to say? Secondly, who the hell said that?

“W-what?”

He shifted, though moving proved difficult. It didn’t hurt but he felt weak, too, like he couldn’t command the rest of his body, save for his neck.

“Easy, there! You just did a level 4 MagTec tier warp! It’s gonna’ be a little bit before you’re all better.”

Warrick managed to view the speaker.

Okay so, she was a talking dog.

Actually, that wasn’t the craziest thing here. “Talking dogs,” aka Chimera, aka “Hybrids” were a pretty normal part of life. Animal anthropoids were standard fair. It was just the rest, the everything, the lights.

“I. . . what’s happening. . .”

He took a long look at the speaker, gaining purchase of her figure. Again, yep, all caniform. Soft fur splashed in black with white speckles, though bipedal and more in common with a human than her ancestors. Well, ignoring the very obvious dog features, that is.

“The better question is what isn’t happening!” she said, voice brimming with excitement.

Warrick figured he’d just cut to the chase. “I’m dead, right?”

“Huh?”

Guess not.

“Then I’m in a dream.”

She laughed. “Yeah, right, a dream did all this.”

The girl shook her head and jammed a thumb toward herself. “No. All me.”

Warrick moved a little more, though the rest of his body still tingled. It was like his whole body was asleep. As he did, he couldn’t help but noticed this strange girl’s eye for prudence was near nonexistent.

She was “clothed,” if you could call that getup an attire. In fact, all that covered her front was something like an apron, though it was woven with a leather-like material and patched with numerous pockets, some of which were empty, others which contained a myriad of devices and trinkets Warrick couldn’t pin down. Tools, but nothing like he was familiar with. And that was it. Beyond that? The girl was busty and that was putting it in the mildest of terms. Her chest, her frothy fat front, struggled against the apron and threatened to spill out with each of her movements. Her cleavage was generous and hips wide.

She had a huge rack, is what his brain was trying to say. God, guy could get transported through time and space and still notice a good pair. Though, to be fair, she was notably larger even by chimera standards and could likely kill Warrick – right now even – if she smothered him.

. . .she wasn’t gonna’ do that, right?

“What’s going on?” asked Warrick, looking around again. The room held a myriad of plans, papers, blueprints, and tools. Stacks of books also married themselves to empty mugs (coffee?), pencils, messy piles of clothes, and everything that indicated a working mind.

“Oh, yeah, I guess you do need a little explanation. . .”

Warrick frowned. “That would help, yes.”

-*-

It didn’t help.

Eza, she called herself, had a lot of things to say about the process of transporting a living thing from one place to the next. The more she discussed it, the less Warrick could get a grasp of his situation. Lots of terminology escaped her muzzle, most of which sounded entirely foreign to the sciences of back home.

At a point, Warrick (gaining more control of his motor functions) dared to ask an important question. His body tensed and features went pale, but he had to know. “So, what, I’m stuck here?”

Eza tilted her head. “Wha? Haha!”

The canine girl proceeded to laugh, her head wobbling (as did her fat breasts, a detail Warrick had a hard time ignoring). “Of course not! What do you take me for, some kind of lowtec newbie? By the Howl, you’ve nothing to worry about!”

Somehow hearing “nothing to worry about” didn’t put Warrick at immediate ease, given his situation. But, he did feel a timid wave of relief. At least he wasn’t trapped.

“Buuuuuut itwillprobablytakethe __nodesamonthtorecharge.”

Warrick blinked. “Heha, yeah. Wait. WHAT!?”

Eza raised her paw-hands defensively. “Nonono, it’s fine, it’ll be fine, it’ll be worth it!”

Trapped in a dog dimension didn’t remotely strike Warrick as “worth it.” For a month!? Was she insane!? He had a life and stuff! People would go looking for him! Probably! You couldn’t just zap a guy out of his bed and into another bed for. . . whatever all this was!

Warrick, some strength returning, control surging into his hand, raised his finger and pointed at Eza in accusing fashion. “Look, you, send me back, right now!”

Eza shook her head. “Okay, like, there’s a Howl of a lot of problems with that. First off, a tier 4 warp would shred you this early in. You aren’t accustomed to that, what with your cute head n’all. Secondly, the. . . charges aren’t set. So. I don’t have the power to get you back.”

Eza glanced at the wall, minding the time. “Hmm. . . should be mostly warmed up. . .”

Warrick, though, heard none of it. “You can’t just abduct a guy for. . . what the hell did you do this for anyway!?”

She shrugged. “Needed an assistant. And a chewtoy.”

“YOU WHAT?”

At once, paw hand slipped to Warrick’s waist. The soft palm pressed into his stomach. “Feel that?”

Warrick did, although he wasn’t quite strong enough to get on his feet. Sensation returned to his body, but a paralyzing weakness kept him where he was. Whoul’da thought getting yanked through reality could do that to a guy?

“Hey, d-don’t change the subject,” Warrick squirmed. Eza wasn’t listening, lowering her palm further, closer to his crotch.

“No? I’m pretty sure you’d like this to be the subject right now, eh?”

Warrick went quiet. Eza smirked as her tail wagged. “Hey, I said I needed help. Stress relief is part of that. You have any idea how hard it is to replace the fuel lines to a G3-Snuffer?”

He wasn’t listening. Really, he was staring at her hand as it – yep – she placed it over his crotch, gently squeezing and massaging the dimensions of his hidden shaft. “You’re into this, right? I could do dog thi __n_ gs._ Or, you can sit around a stuffy room until I recharge the nodes and send you back home. That sounds pretty boring to me.”

Warrick’s brain went back to that place overriding all logic and reason. Okay, so he should prioritize getting home, right? Yeah, but. Dog girl. Dog girl with a huge rack. And. . . what exactly was back home, anyway? A dull job, a duller routine, jacking off to picture versions of what was right in front of him.

“Um.”

Eza’s ears flicked. “Not a no.”

Was Warrick entirely certain this wasn’t dream? Or had he gone insane? Was he wandering around in a snow covered field up north, muttering to himself, while his brain retreated into itself? It just defied all logic! And _yet. . . _

Pants unzipped while Eza continued to caress the prize guarded behind briefs. “Ah, there’s the tool. . .”

Oh no, no puns!

Warrick thought to maybe say something, but at a certain point, words weren’t needed. Not here, anyway. Geeze, what a morning.

“Ooo,” cooed Eza. “Haven’t seen one of these in a while. . .”

What, no male dogs around? Egh, Warrick didn’t feel like thinking about it. In fact, time for thinking was gone. Eza pulled away at the undergarments and gripped his inches, rolling her hand across the sensitive flesh as her soft palms stroked in diligent fashion. Warrick tensed, but then relaxed, watching Eza’s skillful digits stroke him in enthused fashion. Her eyes dilated, tail wagging as she worked him over, forcing Warrick’s flank to harden, the fleshy pike hot in her hand.

“I see this has shut you up, hee hee hee.”

Warrick only sighed, groaning as Eza’s grasp tightened at the tip of his shaft, spiking his cock with a buzz of warm electric tingles.

“Well, anyway, I did say chew toy.”

Oh lord, she didn’t mean that in a literal sense, right? He’d find out soon.

“Mmm, it even smells tasty. . .”

Not a reassuring thing to hear. Thankfull, Eza wasn’t bent on literally using her teeth. Just bending the cock into her snatch. But before that. . .

Her hot lips wrapped around his tip as she gave off a long, sultry moan, gripping the crown with expert control. She grinned, chuckling to see Warrick’s immediate, pleased reaction as his inches were engulfed in her warm wet muzzle. It was perfectly shaped to the dimensions of his shaft, practically built for throating dick, pardoning the expression. She pushed her head further, until her nose nuzzled the threshold of his cock, sniffing at his crotch while embracing Warrick’s inches. It was impressive how much she got into her throat, her tongue hanging free, even taking a moment to slurp at his testes. But, she couldn’t hold long, peeling back and briefly coughing as a bridge of connected her mouth to crown.

“Ogh, agh, f-fuck, thought I could hold it more, h-heh. . .”

Excitement growing, Eza reached around her apron and undid the outfit, the bracing click off as her fat, weighty tits bounced into view with a thick, audible clap. Juicy, inviting black nips crowned each heavy sac and her size was. . . formidable. Larger than average, certainly, enough she could probably knock Warrick out if she smacked him hard enough with those plump baskets.

“H-how?” he uttered, staring at her supple front. At this point, all pretenses of modesty floated away. Warrick forgot where he was or how he got here, at least in that he no longer cared. Teleported to another realm with big titted dog lady? There were worse fates.

Eza lifted her fat breasts and dropped them, forcing a heavy bounce and another clap. “Hmm? Beats me! Probably got it from mum, she had a pair on her for sure.”

Here, Eza bounced on the bed, pushing herself to all fours where her head remained above Warrick’s waist. “Or could be the training as a MagTec engineer. . .”

Her tail wagged and she laughed, observing Warrick’s cock twitch, shivering and glistening from her attentions. “You are excited, huh?”

Warrick grunted. Feeling continued to return and most of his body was free of its post-warp numbness. “You put a huge pair of tits in my face, what do you think!?”

The dog chuckled, wagging her tail and wiggling her rear. It was noted that she wasn’t just busty and full-breasted. Even from her, the width of her generous hips and plentiful ass were also visible. Agh, what were they feeding these girls?

“Technically they haven’t been in your face yet.”

Eza proceed to slam her thick front atop Warrick’s hips, forcing a grunt as she smothered his length with her womanly axis. She smashed them, coaxed them, and massaged her front against Warrick’s needy member, rotating each hefty orb as the young man’s flank vanished in the embrace of her ebon slopes. The hot fur felt like silk, yet maintained enough pressure to sent waves of hot electric tingles through Warrick’s waist.

In merciful fashion, Warrick gained possession of his hands again. Enough sensation coursed through his hands and he reached out to grab and squeeze at the immense tits currently crushing his cock.

“Mmm, I see normal muscle memory returned. That’s record time.” Eza commented, her muzzle stretched with a grin. As Warrick tried to knead her breasts, though, she smacked his hands away with a wild laugh.

“You just wait, chew toy.”

In a sudden motion, once again Eza engulfed Warrick’s inches into her throat, aggressively throwing her head against the throbbing member while she pinned his hands down. For a moment, Warrick was at the mercy of Eza’s oral attack, her lips perfectly affixed to him as she noisily slurped the male root, dribbles of presex escaping the tip. Each toss of her head pressed her nose into his crotch while her backside wobbled in metronome motions like a perverse conductor, pushing Warrick closer and closer to peak.

“GAGH!”

At once, Warrick’s body tensed as his waist convulsed. The sloppy dog tongue and dribbling muzzle sent him over the edge, cock twitching and exploding with a generous burst of himself. His tip jetted ropes of hot white as Eza voiced her (muffled) approval, lapping up the sexual reward as she frantically wobbled her head against the shaft, hair fussed and frayed as she did.

With a loud, triumphant pop, Eza lifted her head from the shivering cock as it pulsed and pumped its first wave of seed, Warrick’s chest pounding from his initial orgasm. The warm, buzzy afterglow followed after, and for a moment he closed his eyes. Certainly, this was the end of the dream, then? Could’ve been a wet one, it’s how they went.

But no, after a moment, he opened his eyelids once more, and once again found himself in the same comforting room. Yeah, all right then.

“Shit. . .” he groaned, taking in gulps of air as his length softened.

“Very good production,” intoned Eza, making a mental note. “But you’re getting soft? Oh no no, I’m only starting! By the Howl, can’t end the fun yet!”

“Bwuh?”

Eza pushed forward and planted her thick tits in front of Warrick’s head, smothering him with her delectable mounds. “I believe you wanted to touch these, no?”

“Gmmf!”

Forget the room, Warrick’s sight was obscured by Eza’s hefty slopes, the warm pillows engulfing him as she wiggled and wobbled her top upon him. Her hard nips ran across Warrick’s mouth, and his whole body went hot again. With the opportunity at present, he threw his hands back into her luxurious bust, squeezing and toying with her fat bosom. Such weighty things engulfed his palms, tender yet firm enough to the touch. They were like pools of fur and he needed only to explore them.

“Hah, having fun chew toy?” intoned Eza, bearing another wide, doggish grin. “They’re pretty tough to fit in the suit.”

As if to mock (or test) Warrick further, Eza lifted her chest with both hands, retrieving it from the young man’s touches. She proceeded to bounce and toss her wobbly chest, letting them collide on Warrick, creating a loud applause of fleshy smacks. He groaned and grunted with each collapse of her healthy chest, impressed that she could carry around such a bust. Great back muscles this one!

She eventually ceased, giving Warrick a once over, her thighs wrapping around his abdomen. “Tough like you too, I see. A good specimen. I made a good choice, eh?”

A notion of brief sense returned to Warrick. “Choice?”

“Well. . . more like a random interval, but if I pretend I intended you to appear in that interval, yes, I picked you out. Sort of.”

Huh. Didn’t matter to Warrick.

“Now let’s get to the fun stuff, chew toy!”

Warrick blinked. Fun stuff? He was enjoying himself plenty!

“The MagSeers have a bunch of fancy books and. . . oh well you probably don’t want to hear all the boring details, right? Didn’t think so. Anyway, I read about human culture and their affinity for doggy style, hee hee.”

At this point, Warrick’s body had returned to normal – as normal as it could be in a circumstance like this. Sensation and control flooded into him, strength flooded him, and the tingly numbness finally dissapated. Just in time, as it turned out.

“Mmf,” Eza continued. “My keepers don’t let me have any fun with the males, they say it distracts us too much. Why? Just cause I wanna’ ride on big hound dicks?”

Her cheeks flushed and she cleared her throat. “Guess I can do the next best thing. Whattya’ say? You wanna’ be a reaaaaal big help to poor ol’ me?”

Warrick boggled. Back home, caniform girls (and Hybrids in general) did get notably hornier than his human contemporaries. Something about their animal ancestors. Made sense – in the wild your only defense against death was to fuck like crazy and breed as many litters as possible. Suppose those “buttons” existed still, even if Eza was a canine girl in some other dimension, or something.

“I don’t have a choice, do I?” said Warrick.

“Well,” snickered Eza. “You do, but it’s between pussy or no pussy. Easy choice in terms of calculation value.”

Sure, Warrick would lie here, twiddling his thumbs. She was right, and given the alternative, an easy solution. “Fine! If you wanna’ fuck like a dog, then I’ll make you howl!”

“Hey, hey, don’t take the Howl in vain.”

Warrick didn’t know what that meant, but for now, he didn’t have to. Eza was content to exchange positions in light of her desires, and with a fully functional human, she grew excited. “I don’t think you need a diagram drawn on how to fuck a girl doggy style, eh?”

Indeed, Eza prostrated herself by seating her body on knees and hands, flipping her thick buttocks into view. Just as she was top heavy, her ass was full and plentiful too, black fur speckled with white dots. Her tail curled and swayed out of view revealing glistening satin lips and Warrick was quite glad he could feel again. His cock jumped to life again, the afterglow long faded, hard inches twitching and ready to go.

“Draw me one later,” Warrick grunted. The invitation of hot, sodden cunt was impossible to resist and he positioned himself appropriately. Or, almost. Pushing himself to knees he wobbled, a little dizzy. But with a firm grip on Eza’s firm but soft, supple ass, he stayed put.

“Awful interesting way to get to know each other. . .”

Eza gave a ‘woof’ as Warrick’s hands gripped her fat ass, wiggling hips. “I prefer a very intimate approach. Only live once, you know, especially working with MagTec.”

Warrick huffed, the tip of his cock nearing Eza’s wet, dribbling lips. Horny as he was, though, he had at least a modicum of self-control not to lose it, at least not yet. Foreplay made things better, so he’d been told. As for all the “MagTec” business, he couldn’t have been more confused, but he supposed it was dangerous work given her chatter. Dangerous enough she wanted a damn quick fuck.

“Nrg, right,” Warrick intoned, nudging her cunt with his tip again, ready to press forward.

“Ahhh. . .” Eza sighed in response. “Oh that’s it, that’s what I want chew toy, that big sloppy human cock I read all about it, hee hee! Now start humping and pumping!”

Warrick shivered. Like fire to pitch her words pushed him into overdrive, and her luscious figure did plenty more to entice him. At once he drove his cock into her waiting folds, steady but feverish. He pushed as far as he could go, wrapped by the silky wet heat of Eza’s canine pussy. She gripped him, though neither too tight or soft, perfectly massaging his inches. He felt himself twitch and throb inside her, and Eza jerked with a passioned sigh, her hips locking as she awaited her fucking.

“Shit,” Warrick rumbled. “Dog girls have the best pussy!”

He threw himself into her, a steady gyration consuming his form. As he tossed his hips into the juicy cleft, he stared at her generous rump which wobbled in reciprocation. Every smack of his hips to her forced them to jiggle, the satisfying plush weight colliding back him. “Damn, fat assed mutt!”

“Hah!” cackled Eza. “Only mutts have asses like mine, chew toy! You like that!? You like your bitch with a big ass!?”

Warrick was a little buzzed on adrenalin and lust but hearing “his bitch” was quite thrilling. He doubted such was true, but people – especially Hybrids – said all sorts of wild shit in the sheets. He wasn’t complaining.

“Gagh, fuck this,” he hissed, wanting more. “I’m taking you my way!”

Yeah! If anything, he was gonna’ fuck at least one position he preferred! After all, not like he asked for this. Getting thrown through time and space, honestly, the nerve of this Eza. So, there was only one position ideal for draining his balls in a delicious dog girl, and frankly, appropriate to her nature.

He shifted her onto her back, or rather, Eza allowed him to, understanding the motions of his body. She was probably stronger than him so it was a blessing she went with it. With a little huff Eza founderself staring at the ceiling as Warrick mounted her, roughly grabbing her ankles and forcing them to the side. One splayed haphazardly over Warrick’s shoulder while the other found itself gripped in his palm, as the human repositioned his inches.

“Urgh, you’re lucky I do stretches!” she woofed. Eza didn’t have time for words though as Warrick plunged himself deep into her wet tunnel once more.

“Wugh!”

Warrick didn’t spare any words now, more a triumphant grunt. He shoved his sloppy length as far as it could go until resuming his motions, starting a brisk pace of hefty pounds. His mating press kept the dog girl locked in place while her helpless pussy was free to be pounded, but given the circumstances, it hit all the right “dog” buttons.

“MfffbytheHowlyes!” she groaned, trickles of sex pooling from her nether lips as Warrick wound up thrusting. It was the ideal position, given her fat breasts pressed into his chest, and her tail curled reflexively in approving display.

As before, Warrick’s lower frame experienced a shockwave of hot electricity. His body boiled and heart hammered, every bit him twitching inside this Eza. From her sluttish panting and needy barks, he hadn’t been this turned on in uh, well, forever probably. The proximity of her scent and soft fur unleashed his primal desires, and like an animal, he too hammered into her until his testes quivered, threatening to burst.

“Fuckfucfuck,” he hissed. Gotta breed this bitch, his primordial brain said. If he was stuck in a realm he didn’t recognize, might as well!

His mind blanked after another barrage of humps. At once his frame tensed and buckled, arching, until Warrick hit another peak. Normally he wouldn’t be so raring to go so soon after previous orgasm, but something about Eva really brought it out of him (probably the bustiness). His cock throbbed and testes rumbled, waves of hot white ejecting from him and filling Eza’s wet womb with himself. In response, Eza produced a long, wailing howl, her instincts overtaking her. It was one thing to taste another male’s seed, but to have it fill her, another sensation all together!

“By the Howl!”

Spent and draining himself into her, Warrick slowed until he flopped haplessly upon the cradling Eza figure. Another exhausting afterglow consumed his frame, his muscles dizzy with a numbing buzz. His eyelids fluttered open and shut, a renewed sense of tiredness crashing upon his body. Indeed, though sensations returned, he technically did traverse through a portal. That was some insane portal lag!

“Oh no! Don’t tell me you’re getting tired, chew toy!?”

Eza’s words faded in the background, Warrick buzzing off to sleepy oblivion.

-*-

“Hey, wake up already! You’re not sleeping in my bed all day!”

How long was Warrick out? He didn’t recollect. Enough though that Eza grew impatient and wrestled him from the sheets. The fun times were over, so to speak, and she had plans. Benign ones, but Warrick wasn’t only here for “stress relief,” as it turned out.

She was nice enough to fashion him a meal in her home, a quaint little thing in the corner of town. What town? Well, not one Warrick was familiar with. In fact, neither architecture or technology rang familiar. Lights, for instance, were cast from tubes of glass which shivered with rivers of orange or blue. Steam hissed through the walls and brass piping was visible throughout Eza’s home. Said home also had a messy family of devices and blueprints, none of which Warrick could get a head on. Lastly, in the corner of Eza’s living quarters, there laid what appeared to be a hammer. Its copper head connected to wires which lead to a control yolk on its handle, as though a source of energy were meant to flow through it. A symbol was etched on the side, though Warrick didn’t recognize the lettering.

On the table was a healthy plate of cut bread, butter, slivers of salted meat, and a flagon of honey tea. Eza also made something like coffee, but Warrick didn’t partake.

“Thanks,” he eventually said between bites, realizing he hadn’t eaten in a long while. “Uhm. So. Where the hell am I, exactly?”

Eza at her kitchen also prepared food, but didn’t glance back when she answered. “The MagTec Isles,” said she in a way that implied Warrick knew what that even meant.

“. . .huh?”

Eza gestured to a window. “Look out there, silly.”

By Isle, Warrick assumed she meant an ocean bound body.

Nope.

His mouth went slack. Out in the distance was a bustling cityscape of tall towers and winding clouds. Clouds, because they were in the sky. This entire place was a floating island!

“By the way,” she went on. “Didn’t catch your name. Unless you prefer chew toy?”

“Uh,” he mumbled. “Er. Warrick.”

“I like it. Warrick.”

He remained dumbfounded. “What. . . what is all this?”

Warrick could believe in high technology. Even transportation of Eza’s variety, but floating islands? This defied even his imagination.

“Aha, that would take a few history lessons to explain, Warry. But for me? It’s where I’m learning to become an Arcanist, and well, no better way to test my theories and prove my worth than some good ol’ dimensional warping.”

Warrick frowned. “Wait. So I’m just kind of science experiment!?”

She giggled. “Experiments don’t fuck so well. Think of yourself like a um, volunteer. And it went pretty well, wouldn’t you say?”

“I could’ve died!”

“Nonsense!”

Dammit. Were it not for Eza’s tits and ass, the young man would’ve been far more livid. But. . . her bedroom argument was pretty compelling, truth be told.

“What now?” he asked, setting down his fork.

“Well, I could at least show you around for all the trouble. Or, you could stay here, like a shut in.”

He thought it over. “I’m not sure.”

“You’ll get to meet other cuties like meeee. . .”

Now he was.

“. . .deal.”