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Shattered Shards

Magical Mishaps

By Von Krieger

Arilee groaned loudly as she looked at her two study partners. The blonde elf raised her hand immediately, "Miss Chromium, can I change partners?" she asked, a foul expression on her face.

The silvery-gray dragoness scowled with an equally foul expression over the glasses on the end of her snout, "No. I've chosen the groups I've chosen for a reason. I'm asking you to complete your alchemical synthesis project with Cathell and Nathara for a reason. I'm not asking you to take them to a ball or to one of your high society dinners. You need to make a circle, cast a spell, and that is all."

The dragoness' tail flicked in annoyance and she snorted to show her displeasure, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. "Nor am I asking you to dive into a mosh pit with them, which considering the number of marks on your disciplinary record for forging parental excuse notes to take part in contact sports is probably for your benefit."

"But...!" the elf protested.

Chromium's lips pulled ever so slightly back, exposing sharp, metallic teeth, "You are enrolled in a public school, Miss Appleleaf. Your private tutors may have catered to your slightest whim, desire, and abhorrence of non-elven races, but I do not. If you want to abide by the Terran regulations of twelve grades of education, rather than the familiar elven forty eight, you are obligated to abide by the regulations of such a system."

Arilee's disgust was obvious, and she regarded her assigned partners with a look that she would give to errant dog droppings.

"I will remind you, Miss Appleleaf, that baring exceptional circumstances, one's species is, thankfully, not contagious in nature. Human children banish the concept of 'cooties' before they enter middle school. Now, get over there with your partners and start working on your assignment before I assign you to catching frogs for my afternoon biology class, and Principal Murglarp's lunch. He likes the big fat ones from the middle of the swamp, you know."

Arilee wrinkled her nose just thinking about all the mud, stagnant water, mosquitoes, other assorted bugs. And also the croaking slimy frogs, and the equally slimy principal. She wasn't sure how the sahuagin managed to get himself, not only a position with a public school, but in a place exceptionally far from the nearest ocean.

The elf maiden shuddered and forced herself up out of her chair, approaching her two partners and reluctantly sitting with them. Nathara sneered and made a show of cracking her knuckles, the menace of the act enhanced by her bald head, dusting of scales, and the rather prominent fangs within her mouth.

"Fuck this up for Cath 'n me, tit, and I'll be rearranging that face of yours so that not even an orc'll be looking at you without throwing up." She said in low, accented tones.

"Miss Chromium!" Arilee said, standing, backing away from the serpentkin.

"And leeches. Big, black, slimy, chewy leeches. They'll go well with the frogs, I would think." The dragoness said, not even bothering to turn her head.

"Wouldn't that be a sight, Cath? Miss high 'n mighty forced to slog through the bog waters, picking bloodsucking gobs of black snot off her perfect little legs."

Cathell sighed and clenched her eye shut, the Cyclops shaking her head, "I think that the three of us ought to put our personal and racial issues aside and accomplish the task set before us. It will require a minimum of effort from all parties involved. The assignment is merely a low-grade transubstantiation. Nathara can draw forth the energy, and I am easily capable of both drawing the circle and performing the incantation."

Arilee shook her head, "No way! I'm doing the incantation!" the elf said with a scowl, "There's no way I'm going to let my grade hang on the efforts of a pair of... moral, spiritual, and genetic deviants! I'll do the incantation. Just tell me where and when."

"Right after school, out in the parking lot, tit. I'll take your block off for talking about Cath that way. Insult me all you like, but don't be flinging hateful words at an admitted pacifist. That's just bad taste."

Cathell simply sighed once more, "Please stop fighting you two, it's not going to do anyone any good. I have my arcane chalks at home. If you'd prefer to get this done as soon as possible, we can all head there after school."

Arilee shook her head, "You live in a CAVE."

The Cyclops nodded, absently toying with her auburn hair out of nervousness, "Well, yes, but it is a particularly nice cave. It is essentially nature's pre-fabricated housing. It's not like it's a wet, wild, filled with bats type cave. It's just that same as any other house save for the general shape and undergroundedness of it. It surpasses all the human world guidelines for construction and safety."

She gave Arilee a small scowl, "And the fact that it is solid stone and not living wood means that my floors are perfectly acceptable drawing surfaces for the ritual."

The elf snorted, "Fine, I'll see you there, then." She said, getting up just as the bell rang to signal their next class.

Nathara expressed her own disgust, sticking out her forked tongue at the elf's back. "That's one girl that life really needs to smack around a bit and teach a lesson."

Cethell shook her head, "Don't you dare do anything to her. Karma will make sure her bigotry will catch up with her."

The serpentkin sighed and placed an arm around the cyclops' shoulders, "Only because you asked me to, Cath." She said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

-o-

Later that afternoon, Arilee knocked on the door of Cathell's cave. Aside from the fact that the entrance was in the side of a hill, it was otherwise like most of the homes in the neighborhood. There was even a porch light, a mailbox, and a small window.

She waited for a few moments, putting her pointed ear to the door. It was rather rude of them to keep her waiting on the doorstep like some common beggar. The cyclops had said after school, and four o'clock was after school.

Arilee sighed and grabbed the knob, finding the door unlock she turned it and stepped inside. Immediately she had to go down several stairs to where there was a mat with several pairs of shoes on it, sitting right to the side of another door.

It may not have been the epitome of high architecture or a well-sculpted elven tree-home, but it wasn't the repulsive, water dripping hovel that Arilee had been expected. The walls had even been stuccoed and painted, with the shiny, latex based paint that was favored by the humans of the mundane world.

The elf opened the inner door, her eyes wide with what she saw. Cathell and Nathara were seated on the couch, holding hands, and they were kissing! Kissing! Two females! With TONGUES even! Arilee was stunned into silence for a few moments.

"That is DISGUSTING!" she finally managed to say, startling her classmates.

"Hey, don't be knocking it until you've tried it." The serpentkin said, a bit of a blush adding red to the dusting of green scales.

"Urgh, a world full of loathsome deviants." Arilee sighed to herself.

"This from the gal whose pantheon of deities is headed up by a somewhat poofy, foppish male god of art, beauty, and prancing faeries." Nathara said with a chuckle.

Arilee growled and lunged forward as the good name of Corellon was insulted. Nathara leaped up from the couch and drove her shoulder into the elf's midsection, taking her down to the ground.

"Well, finally! I've been waiting for you to start something for a long time now, tit!" the serpentkin said gleefully as she got to her feet, waiting for the elf to strike again.

"Stop calling me 'tit!'" Arilee shouted, throwing a wild punch that Nathara sidestepped. The serpent took up a boxing stance, ready to brawl when Cathell imposed herself between the two.

"No fighting in my house!" she scolded, "Now Arilee, if we could just calm down for a moment, go into the other room, get the assignment done, you can be out of here in fifteen minutes with the entire weekend free of Nathara to look forward to. Or if you like the two of you can go right back to brawling."

"Fine!" Arilee said with a snort, her mind already plotting how to get even with the serpent for her disgusting sexuality as well as her besmirchment of an elven god.

"True, we ought to get you to speak that incantation before I knock all the teeth out of your face." Nathara said in a sickly sweet tone of voice. She whistled happily as she walked into the other room, leaving Cathell to restrain an enraged Arilee.

"Look," the cyclops said with a sigh, "I know you don't like us, for whatever reasons you have. I don't want to see Nathara or you get hurt. So please, let's just get the assignment done with so we can part ways."

Arilee nodded, "Fine. Let's just do this and be done with it." She said, walking into the other room.

-o-

Arilee knelt in one of the outer circles. She had to admit, the two were actually almost competent. The series of circles and triangles required for the ritual were just about perfect, the runes written with the proper flourishes that Arilee herself took pride in adding, rather than merely using the base runes.

Nathara drew the elemental energy into the circle quite well; there was more than enough to work with. Her serpentine blood must have given her a tie to the earth. The assignment was quite simple; they'd been given a chipped ceramic cup and a rubber ball. The idea was to transform the ceramic into rubber and also have it smoothed out and blemish free. The latter quality was represented in the third inner circle by a perfectly smooth mirror.

It was a simple spell, and one that Arilee would have been able to complete by herself. But the assignment specified all three of them, and the object needed their three arcane signatures.

The elf began to shape the mana, spreading it out in the circle as she began to chant. They'd been given the specific items to use for this. Arilee grinned as she continued the chant. Her grade in the class was exceptionally high, in the high 90's. She could afford to botch one assignment. Though perhaps her lab partners could not.

Either way, it would be a spot on their records and a lesson not to mess with Arilee again. The elf took a deep breath, ready to finish the incantation. With a sudden movement Arilee faked a sneeze, leaning downward, blowing chalk dust into the circle.

"Dammit you tit!" the serpentkin growled as the project was ruined.

But rather than the effect Arilee thought would happen, a flawed transubstantiation, there was instead a white light, a sudden heat, and a loud noise. An explosion.

The elf's vision filled with white and she felt herself suddenly thrown forward. She hit her head against something, and then she saw no more.

-o-

Arilee moaned softly and tried to sit up, but she found herself unable to, a strange weight on her chest. She groaned and reached up, attempting to rub her aching forehead. Instead she found smooth scales.

"Great," she grumbled, "I'm stuck under a stupid snake."

She opened her eyes and blinked, but she wasn't able to see much, she could see some light, but strands of soft auburn as well as some of her own white-blonde hair were in the way.

She tried to move her other hand, but found a rather plump breast instead of her head. Arilee grumbled, the busty cyclops was lying on her too. She could feel them breathing so they most definitely were not dead.

Arilee felt strange, it was a little difficult to breathe and there was a strange ache that she couldn't quite place, as well as several other rather strange sensations. There was an annoying tingling over most of her body as well. Probably discharge from the left over spell energy.

Arilee's hand followed the cyclops' breast upward, hoping to find a shoulder to shake her awake. The elf was being squished and she didn't particularly like it. Arilee blinked as the orb seemed to go on and on. If she was feeling things right, the cyclops had tits the size of beach balls. She was busty, but not THAT Busty.

Arilee continued moving her hand upward, but rather than finding Cathell's head, she found another breast. Weird. She kept feeling around, finding another scaled shoulder. That didn't feel quite right. The elf's arms were quite far apart, she was finding Nathara's shoulder's about a body length to the left and to the right as well, and the breasts beneath the left shoulder didn't feel like the serpentkin's comparatively small bumps.

"Wake up Nathara!" the elf called, "You're squishing me!"

"Mmm?" Nathara mumbled, before opening her eyes and trying to sit up.

Arilee yelped as she felt herself moving as well, but it was better then nothing. She pushed up from the ground as well, hopefully managing to get whatever the strange weight was off of her.

The elf felt a strange weight on her left side, dead weight. Was she partially paralyzed? Had the cavern collapsed? A rock striking her spine and making half her body numb? Arilee didn't think so, she felt everything.

The cyclops' hair was out of her face at least now, and she blew her own out of her eyes.

"Oh bugger..." Nathara said, almost right in her ear.

"Would you get off of me already?" Arilee muttered, "You've got to be just about in my lap."

"Ah.... I think you ought to take a look down. I've got no idea whose lap it is." The serpentkin said a bit quieter and less forceful than usual.

"Look down?" Arilee asked, "Why should I look... down?"

She did, and found a rather large, tan orb in the way. She could see things out of the corners of her eyes as well. Another of the orbs, breasts! Three huge breasts on her chest as well as... oh no.

The elf turned her head and came literally face to face with the serpentkin. "No, no, no, no! No way this can be right! Where are my arms?"

"Umm... I think there's one over here. Is this one yours?" Nathara asked, and Arilee felt a scaled hand grip her wrist, in fact she felt the scaled hand as well. Having figured out where the arm was, Arilee wiggled her fingers.

"Which one has the wiggling fingers? I can't see; these damned things are in the way!"

Arilee gestured at the three beach ball sized breasts hanging from her... their chest.

"The one I'm holding. What about this one?"

"No, I feel it, but it's kind of hard to move. I don't think that's mine."

Nathara sighed, "I can't see past your hair, is Cathell on the other side?"

The elf turned and found herself nose deep in soft, auburn hair. She'd never noticed before, but Cathell used a rather pleasant floral scented shampoo. And her hair was quite soft, she'd have to asked what kind of hair care products she used.

"Yeah, she's apparently stuck in this mess too." Arilee sighed, "Any idea what happened?"

Nathara chuckled, "I've got a pretty good idea. You went and fucked up the transubstantiation spell."

"What? ME?!" Arilee said, horrified, insulted. It was quite true, and she knew it, but Nathara didn't have to know.

"You sneezed during the most critical portion of the spell, and the sneeze went and screwed up the circle something awful! Who knows what the hell happened?"

"You added to the incantation while you were serving as a mana focus! Your calling me a tit all the time is probably why we have these three huge tits now!" Arilee growled.

"Six." Muttered Cathell, blinking her single eye, finally waking up after the sudden shock of the spell gone wrong.

"Six? What do you mean six?" Arilee asked, sounding a little hysterical.

"Well, I can feel the weight on my chest, and I can feel a similar weight on my belly. Plus I can run my hands over them." She said matter-of-factly.

"Hey, stop that, those aren't your hands!" Arilee said rather testily, her arms twitching as she could feel Cathell try to move them.

"Sorry, sorry. I think mine are on the bottom, then, since I can see scales on the shoulder here."

The cyclops moved her hands over the trio's conjoined body, gripping each breast in turn. "See, one and two on my side, one and two on Nathara's side, and one..."

Arilee slapped Cathell's hand with one of her own.

"Ow!" all three of them said at the same time.

"Don't do that, tit!" growled Nathara, "You hit one of us, we all feel it."

"Don't call me a tit!" the elf growled, and punched the serpentkin in the face, making all three of them wince. Ignoring the pain, Nathara struck back. The elf took advantage of the lower position of her arms to grip Nathara's wrists, preventing her from striking again.

"Please stop fighting, you two." Cathell said with a weary sigh, "Let's get our feet under us and head to the office. One of the walls is covered with a mirror, we ought to be able to survey the extent of the conjoinment and see if things are readily fixable."

Nathara sighed, "I'm fine with stopping the brawl right here. She popped me one, I gave her the same in kind, so we're even."

Arilee turned and glared eye to eye with the serpentkin, "I won't hit her unless she calls me that filthy word again. And for the love of the stars, what is that weird hot, itchy feeling down below my belly?"

Nathara's jaw dropped and Cathell's eye widened in surprise. The serpentkin began to laugh.

"What? What's so funny? Why are you laughing at me, you stupid snake!" Arilee growled, though Cathell managed to grab the elf's hands before she could start swinging.

"I had thought that being in high school, you would be familiar with such bodily aspects, but perhaps elves develop such urges later."

"What sort of urges?" Arilee asked, rather confused. She could feel the heat rising in Cathell's cheeks, not needing to see the cyclops to tell that she was blushing.

"You're horny, you damned puritan elf!" Nathara managed to get out before rupting into another fit of laughter.

"Horny?" Arilee asked, not understanding.

"The sensation you're feeling is sexual arousal, Arilee." The cyclops explained.

The elf whipped her head around, staring into the girl's single eye with a look of confusion, disgust and horror.

"It can't be! Elven sexual urges don't tend to kick in until our early fifties! I'm only thirty six years old! Those are definitely NOT my urges!" Arilee protested.

Nathara continued to chortle, "It's a definite feeling in the middle. I'm well aware of my own arousal feels like, and I bet Cathell knows damn well what it feels like when she's all hot and bothered. So it's definitely you!"

Arilee felt a blush come to her own skin, most of her portion of their shared flesh heating up in humiliation and embarrassment, and somehow that made the strange inner fire grow warmer and more insistent.

"You're lying just to tease and torment me!" Arilee said quietly, trying to prevent her eyes from tearing up. She didn't want to start crying in front of Cathell and Nathara. Well, technically between them.

The cyclops released Arilee's wrists, her left hand instead gently gripping and squeezing Arilee's own.

"There, there," she said softly, her right hand reaching up to brush some stray hair from Arilee's face, "This is a strange and confusing event for all of us. But as we are all sharing, for a time, the same flesh, we all need to cooperate in order to function. Now, let's take things slowly, one step at a time. Agreed?"

Arilee nodded, "Agreed." She said with a snuffle.

"Agreed." Nathara added, still grinning like a loon.

"Okay, first thing, we need to get all our legs straight out in front of us so that we can see how many of them we have and which ones are under whose control. Okay, move them on three, one, two, three!"

The trio shifted their legs, finding four of them.

"Okay, I can tell this one is mine for sure." Nathara said, pointing to the further right of the four, "On account of the scales and all."

"And likely that means that the left one is mine. Arilee, if you'd like to try and bend the toes on the two in the middle?"

The elf nodded and concentrated, it was rather difficult to do so, but the ten toes bent.

"Okay, now just the left one, I'm going to try and help out."

With both Arilee and Cathell thinking about the movement, the toes wiggled quite easily.

"Okay, Nathara, now you do the same with the middle right."

The serpentkin nodded, and the middle-right foot's toes bent.

"Arilee, let Nathara and myself try now."

Even with two of the girls concentrating, their combined effort could only match what Arilee could do on her own.

"Now, walking. I think the most stable will be using alternating legs. Left and mid-right take a step, then right and mid-left. That way we essentially approximate a 'normal' gait for the reach of us, since we all have control over two legs. Now, let's try standing up..."

-o-

The three stumbled a few times, but managed to make it into Cathell's office. It was a strange gait, but the three managed to settle into the pace quite quickly. It was kind of like walking normally, each one moving one leg, then the other. Once they got started they found it quite easy to keep pace, though each couldn't fully control portions of the body, they could all feel ever inch of their shared flesh.

"It looks so... perfect." Arilee managed, her part of the body quivering a little bit, her skin was flushed, the sight of their naked form in the mirror only making her arousal worse.

Cathell chanted softly, placing a hand to her closed eyelid. Though the cyclops race only had a single eye, the simplicity made it a great deal easier to cast spells to enhance or alter their vision.

She opened her eye and looked carefully over their reflection, "We seem to be okay. The spell has seamlessly merged our bodies. I don't see any problems with the respiration, circulation, or digestive systems. Our organs aren't quite what you'd expect. We have four lungs, two larger ones and two smaller ones, two hearts that are a bit larger than normal, and our digestive system is hooked up kind of strangely. I think we have four stomachs, three smaller ones that I'd consider normal, and then a larger one that the three connect to. We only have a single set of intestines leading from it, though."

Cathell placed her hand over her eye and chanted a few words once more. "Our skeletal system is a bit... odd. But it seems to be quite functional. The entire form is quite well crafted, so I don't think we're going to have any problems, medically at least."

"The whole layout of our body is rather interesting. Rather than what I'd expect, three different sets of organs haphazardly working together, we have what seems to be a similar form that is perfectly suited for optimal efficiency." Cathell said, seeming rather proud.

"Our skin looks very smooth." Nathara observed, running a hand over a central breast, and then down over a leg, "I'm not sure if it's from me or what, but aside from our heads, there's not a hair on our bodies."

"...st-stop it..." Arilee moaned softly as her breast was stroked.

Cathell did the same thing, rubbing the inside of their middle-left for a moment before moving downward. "Very interesting, I think it's more than hairless. I do believe that rather than focusing on the cup, the two spells for rubberization and smoothing worked on us."

The cyclops grinned and gripped a nipple on the lower central breast, tugging hard. All three girls cried out, but in pleasure, not of pain. The flesh had stretched quite far without the slightest hint of pain.

Nathara's hands immediately went for their upper outside breasts, while Cathell cupped the lower. "I thought I had detected increased blood flow in the breast and loin regions," the cyclops said breathlessly, "It would explain the increased sensitivity."

"Increased sensitivity?" Nathara asked, grinning widely, "That I've got to try."

"Nrrrrgh! STOP IT!" Arilee shouted, "Please, stop it! I don't like being fondled by lesbian perverts!"

"Well, judging from which set of legs has the hardest ache between them, I think you're lying." Nathara teased, moving her hand over, caressing the elf's netherlips.

Arilee yelped, "Cease that lewd behavior at once!" she demanded, "It's un... un... oooh..."

"Arilee, is self-pleasure considered a deviant act?" Cathell asked, hoping to defuse the situation.

"...no..." the elf whispered, eyes and teeth clenched, trying to fight off the pleasure.

"Do you feel this?" the cyclops asked, running her thumb over their top-right breast.

"Yes." Arilee said, shivering at the caress.

"What about this?" Nathara asked, moving her hand from Arilee's nethers and stroking her own.

"I can f-f-feel that also." She hissed through clenched teeth.

"Well... so can we." Nathara said with a chuckle.

"Any pleasure I would give you or Nathara I am also giving to myself. Any sexual contact we engage in with each other is now by default a sort of masturbation." Cathell explained, "Which is something that, while not openly embraced, is something that your race would consider acceptable behavior as long as it is carried out in private, yes?"

Arilee's blush deepened, "I... I suppose."

"Good. Then let us make way to the bedroom where the toys are kept."

"T-toys?" Arilee asked, at once frightened and curious.

"Oh yeah, you didn't think two girls are just all about tongues and fingers and rubbing against one another, did you?" Nathara asked with a chuckle.

"I... I'd never even thought about it." The elf said.

The three made their way out of the office and began to walk down the hallway.

"Could you please turn your head this way for a second, Arilee?" Cathell asked, "I want to see something."

Arilee did, finding herself nose to nose with Cathell. "Why? What are you....?"

The elf suddenly found the cyclops' tongue in her mouth, Cathell's lips meeting her own. Her eyes widened in surprise and she felt her anger begin to rise. But the rage she expected never came. Instead her anger popped like a bubble at the gentle sensations.

Arilee had never been kissed before, not in this way, at least. She closed her eyes and did her best to return the favor.

Cathell pulled away, leaving Arilee whimpering, eager for more. "Give that to Nathara." She said, chuckling.

The elf blinked, not sure as to what Cathell wanted. She felt her head turning, not of her own will, she found her lips suddenly against the serpent's. Overcoming her initial anxiety, she hungrily pressed her tongue into Nathara's mouth, exploring the points of the sharp fangs, and the thin smoothness of her forked tongue.

Arilee held onto the kiss, delighting in it. It didn't quench the burning in her loins, but it seemed to ignite another sort of fire that she found rather enjoyable. She found herself becoming lost in the sensations, only snapping back into full consciousness when she felt the three of them flopping onto the bed. She could feel a basket held in one of Cathell's hands.

Curiosity overcame desire and she broke the kiss from Nathara, turning her gaze forward once more, peering over the large breast beneath her head to try and see what was in the basket.

The elf found Nathara removing several long, brightly colored tube-like items from the basket.

"As you have not experienced lovemaking yet, Nathara and I are going to concentrate on you for awhile. Ok?"

Arilee nodded, extremely curious as to what was going to happen.

"I hope you don't mind, Nathara, but the rubber-like ability of our body has given me a few ideas. Allow me to use your arms for a moment?"

The serpent nodded, "Sure. I know how devious you can get with toys. I'm wondering what you're going to do with our little elfy in the middle too. Any protests, elfy?"

Arilee giggled as Nathara's forked tongue slithered out and licked her cheek. She shook her head, "N-no. It's going to be fun, r-right?"

Cathell nodded, a huge grin on her face, "Oh yes, it's going to be great fun." She said, reaching into the basket and removing several smaller objects.

Arilee moaned as Nathara's scaled hands gripping her nipples, tugging them hard, pulling and stretching them away from her breasts. She cried out as the pressure continued, a pinching sensation added that made her tits seem to virtually radiate pleasure.

Looking down she found her stretched nipples held in place with clothespins.

"Oh... oh gods..." Arilee whimpered, "That feels so good."

She bucked her hips, or at least she tried to, as a similar sensation shot through her loins. It made the ache in her sex that much greater, her sensitivity seemed to grow. She could feel the wetness on her thighs, as well as on the fingers that rubbed and caressed her aching pussy.

"Oh... oh please," she moaned, "Do something about that ache! It feels like my sex is on f-fire!"

"Well, there's a few ways we can do it, do you want the..." Cathell began to explain.

Arilee growled and grabbed the cyclops by the hair, turning her head to meet the elf's gaze. "I don't care! Fucking put something me in already! Whatever feels good!"

The elf felt something cool and smooth slip into her, parting her netherlips, being pushed deeper and deeper into her hungry snatch. There was a sudden, brief pain for a moment, and then Cathell flicked a switch on the toy, which began to buzz and throb deliciously inside Arilee.

The elf moaned loudly, finding herself unable to hold back any longer. She could feel the arousal of her bodymates rising, the pleasure of their fused flesh's central sex making the others ache in envy. She couldn't stand to have any of that ache remain. She found her hands darting between their outer pairs of legs, fingers slipping into Nathara and Cathell as the toy had into Arilee.

The cyclops and serpentkin yelped at the sudden movement and sensation.

"Oh think you can do better, eh?" Nathara said with a grin, "Cathell, let me show her what happens to naughty newbies."

Arilee found herself writhing at the sudden pleasure that filled her. The serpent had taken Arilee's netherlips and stretched them over the end of the vibrating toy, using the clothespins to pinch close the petals of her sex, sealing the toy inside.

Arilee lost her concentration. She couldn't rub or caress anymore, the sensitivity of her rubberized flesh sent her spiraling deep down into animal lust.

She lost herself in the deep, swirling tide of pleasure, allowing it to flow over her. She let herself loose, let the other use her arms, and let them add to their own pleasure with her help.

It felt so incredible, Cathell and Nathara's pleasure, their arousal, their desire, it didn't add to her own. It multiplied it. It all built up, and up, and up, and up to a wonderful white hot moment of purest bliss.

If that was what sex felt like, Arilee felt rather sure that she was going to be engaging in lots and lots of 'deviant' behavior.

-o-

Their shared triple climax left the trio breathless. They lay in the bed for awhile, letting the toys continue their buzzing. But the climaxes that followed seemed to minor in comparison, out of sync with each other.

Cathell took the initiative, removing the clothespins and toys, setting them aside to be washed later.

As the three regained their breath the cyclops noted that their hands seemed to be instinctively moving. She smiled at their placement.

Her left and Arilee's right rested on their belly, between the upper and lower rows of breasts. The elf and the serpentkin had their right arms up by Nathara's head, similar to the placement of Cathell and the serpent left hands.

Each of the six hands was entwined with another. It was a rather cute pose. The cyclops wondered how longer the delicious, tender, loving moment would go on.

"Umm... girls?" Nathara asked, breaking the silence?

Arilee mmmed softly in reply.

"Yes?" Cathell asked.

"I hate to bring this up and ruin the moment, but I think we might have a problem."

Arilee blinked several times, pulling herself up from her drowsy cuddle-puddle state, "Which is?" she asked.

"Umm... I may be wrong on this, it may be nothing."

Cathell sighed, "What is it, Nathara?" Count on the snake to ruin paradise for the rest of them.

"Girls, I do believe that we have to pee."