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Sami’s head hurt.

Once again he thought to himself that the previous night would be the absolute last night like that. Never again would he be out until 5am drinking more than he cared to think about. Sure, it was fun at the time, but the way the otter’s eyes protested gave Sami cause to regret his actions. And that was even before he had chance to drag his eyelids up.

There was a strange taste in his mouth. Rolling his tongue around in his mouth and grimacing into his pillow, the otter tried to work out what it was. It was no alcohol or food he’d ever tasted before, and he was quite certain he hadn’t been throwing up at all. Putting it down to his hangover, he buried his aching head into his pillow.

He knew he was still drunk because not only was he sure he’d be seeing double once he opened his eyes, he was feeling double. He could feel the pillow pressing into his head twice. Paracetamol was certainly on the agenda. Then a nice big drink of water and a cup of tea. Then he’d see if he could find some food to settle his queasy stomach.

Rolling over onto his back, Sami groaned as the soft sunlight pierced his closed eyelids, sending a stabbing pain through his head again. He reached his hands up to rub his temples, a little confused to find his right hand rubbing the left side of his head, left hand on the right side of his head. Yet his hands hadn’t crossed over.

Now he knew he was really drunk still.

The otter moved his right hand across, only to touch against his head again. His eyes still closed, he moved his hand back and forth, just to confirm what he was feeling. One. Two. Definitely two. That wasn’t right. That was definitely one more than there should have been.

Finally his eyelids fluttered open, whimpering and throwing his arm in front of his face to shield it from the light. But while he could clearly see the arm in front of his face, he was also staring directly at his curtained window, his right hand just on the edge of his vision. He glanced right and yelped, instantly regretting doing so as the stabbing pain lanced through his heads.

He had two heads, both looking off to the right. He tried to move his right head back around, using his hand to hold his left head in place. When Sami started to stare into his own eyes there could be no doubting it.

“What the fuck?” he said, both heads speaking at the same time and causing a curious echo in his ears. “That’s what I really look like?”

The otter closed his eyes and pulled his covers back over his face, taking a few deep breaths. Maybe this was all some drunken dream. But it all certainly felt real. He pinched his chest and yelped, leaning his heads in and resting them against each other. There was no way he could be imagining that, feeling the touch of his face on both cheeks.

Deciding that this would be a matter best thought out over a cup of tea, Sami dragged himself out of bed, planting his feet on the ground and hauling himself upright. The room spun around him slightly, but he was able to stagger to his bathroom without smashing into anything.

As he fumbled through the medicine cabinet above the sink for some paracetamol, his second head glanced down and inspected his body. There didn’t seem to be any other changes at all, but for a slightly wider upper torso to account for his larger shoulders and twin necks. When he found the painkillers he moved his left hand down to his sheath, giving that a quick squeeze.

“Damn, now why couldn’t that have been doubled instead?” he muttered, moving his hand back up to pop out a couple of the white pills. He was about to pop them both in his mouth and use a little water from the sink to swill them down before he paused, glancing across at himself. He had an idea, a strange, curious one.

As quickly as his hungover body could manage, he hurried back into his bedroom, pausing only to grab a pair of boxers and slip them on. He doubted his housemate would be home, but just in case he thought it prudent to conserve his modesty. Of course, he had no excuse for the second head that had grown overnight, but he could cross that bridge when he reached it.

Out of habit he filled and flicked on the kettle first, before reaching up to grab a couple of glasses out of the cupboard and filling them both with water. Placing one tablet on each of his tongues, he placed the glasses against his lips and drank. To his delight he was able to swallow with both heads at the same time, draining both glasses with ease.

“Oh that feels a little better,” he said, still speaking with both mouths. At least the water had chased away the odd taste that had assaulted his tongues. Holding his left muzzle closed with his hand, Sami tried talking again.

“Hmm, food seems like a good idea,” he said, feeling his left mouth try to open, but he squeezed down on it and focussed on just using the one mouth. Lifting his hand away again, he tried using just his left. “I wonder what’s in the fridge – ooh yay I did it!”

Grinning widely from his success, Sami tried speaking a few more times, switching which mouth he was using after each sentence. He found it was surprisingly easy, no real different to working out which eye to close when he wanted to wink.

“But how did I get you?” he asked quietly, giving his leftmost ear a gentle scritch. That was something he couldn’t work out. He could only assume it was something he had eaten or drunk the previous night, but he had very little recollection of anything that had happened after dinner. At least he knew who he’d gone out with, so perhaps one of them would know.

“Ah, phone,” he said, searching around for it before realising he’d left it up in his room. After pouring out the boiled water from the kettle to get a cup of tea brewing, he hurried back up to his bedroom to search for his phone. He found it buried amongst his bedsheets, very low on charge. Clearly drunk him hadn’t bothered to plug it in when he’d made it home. Still, it would be enough to check his messages, of which he had half a dozen. One of them stood out, from his friend Aaron.

Did it work? the lion had asked, which had soon been followed up with, Seeing double?

So Aaron had somehow know about it. The otter grinned to himself as he sent back a message in the affirmative. In the time it took him to hunt down his charging cable and plug his phone in, he’d already received a reply.

Great. Looks like I’ll be coming around then. See you in fifteen!

Sami tried to keep the moment of concern. Aaron already knew about his extra head, it wasn’t as if the lion would suddenly freak out the moment he saw it. He decided that the best course of action would be to get dressed and have a quick bite to eat before his friend arrived. He slipped on a pair of jeans easily enough, but when it came to his t-shirt he paused and stared down at it.

“Well that’s not going to fit,” he said, running his hand around the neck hole. It would be nowhere near large enough to fit both heads through, and he had no button up shirts to wear. He bit his lip and rubbed his muzzle while his other mouth said, “Looks like it’ll have to be shirtless for now. Sure Aaron won’t mind.”

“Ugh, hope this doesn’t get me into the habit of talking to myself all the time… dammit, shut up Sami!”

Holding both of his mouths shut, Sami made his way back to the kitchen, only releasing his grip when he was quite sure he wasn’t about to start thinking aloud again. He had always been one to mutter his thoughts to himself, but now he could hold an entire conversation without the need for a second person around. He could already tell he was going to drive himself up the wall.

Making himself some toast and finishing off his cup of tea, Sami experimented with eating and drinking at the same time, finding it just as simple as the two glasses of water. It took a few attempts to get it right, as a couple of times he tried to chew his cup of tea and drink his toast, but once again he found it simple enough to master.

Sami was just washing up his plate when he heard the doorbell. Taking in a deep breath with one head, he called out with the other. “Should be unlocked.”

Out in the corridor, the door opened and then shut with a gentle snick. Footsteps approached, and both of the otter’s heads looked up as Aaron emerged, a wide grin on the feline’s face.

“Oh man, it really worked, wow!” the lion said, slapping his hands on his thighs, before holding his arms wide. “How does it feel?”

“It feels…” Sami said with a frown, before using his other head to finish. “Surprisingly natural.”

Aaron blinked, looking between the otter’s two heads. “Whoa, so, just to make it easier on me, which head is, well, you?”

Sami grinned. “Both!” he said twice, sticking his tongues out at the lion’s confused reaction before switching back to the one head. “I don’t know how to explain it properly, but it feels just like having two hands or two legs. Just something that’s completely normal.”

Aaron scratched the back of his head, watching as Sami pulled an apple out from the fruit bowl on the kitchen table. “Huh, I don’t think I can really imagine that.”

Taking a bite out of the apple, Sami nodded with his other head. “Yeah, I know. I don’t think I could have done so yesterday either,” he said, crunching on the apple with one mouth as he spoke. The otter couldn’t help but grin as he noticed Aaron’s eyes flicking back and forth between his two heads. “Of course, the one thing you haven’t told me yet is how I ended up like this. I seem to be drawing a blank after I arrived at Jordan’s.”

“Not even two brains can help you remember?” Aaron snickered.

Sami rolled his eyes, tossing the apple over to his left hand and continuing to eat with his other head. “Only had one yesterday, duh,” he said, both heads sending the lion a withering stare.

“Well, true,” Aaron replied, taking a seat and resting his hands on the table. He was about to start his explanation when a thump from upstairs distracted them. “Oh, you didn’t say Michael was home.”

Sami frowned with twin expressions as he looked towards the stairs. “I didn’t know he was. Do you think he’ll freak out?” he asked, one head turning to look at the lion.

Aaron shook his head. “Nah, I don’t think so. I’ll go get him. Maybe pop the kettle on for the three of us – or is that four now?” he asked with another laugh. He hurried over to the stairs, yelping as he was struck on the neck by the finished apple core.

“I’m one person and you know it!” Sami called out to his friend’s tail as it swept up the stairs, trying to put an annoyed huff in his voice but not really succeeding. He glanced inwards at his other head, the sight of his two grins sending him into a fit of giggles. He couldn’t stop, laughing as he filled the kettle and putting it on the boil, not even completely sure what he found so funny.

Rubbing his hands down the side of his cheeks, slowly his heads moved in closer to each other, his short muzzles brushing against each other.

“Mmm, two of me,” he said in a soft whisper, his giggles dying away though the grins remained. He kissed himself. One hand pushed on the back of each head as he held himself close. Closing his eyes, he pushed closer into the kiss, his necks straining a little as his tongues flicked out into his mouths. So distracted was he by himself, he didn’t even noticed Aaron returning until the lion cleared his throat.

“Now that’s hot,” the feline said.

Sami yelped, pulling out of the kiss and turning to face the lion, both heads sporting a deep crimson blush beneath his fur. “I uh, was just… um, tea, yeah,” he spluttered, switching between his mouths and speaking over himself.

Aaron just grinned and took his seat again, staring at the flustered otter. Though Sami kept on glancing back, he just wasn’t able to make eye contact with the lion, too embarrassed about what he had been doing. Instead he focussed on making the teas, pouring the water in the three cups. He’d almost forgotten his housemate was about to come downstairs, only remembering as he heard the wolf’s light footsteps approaching.

He looked up just in time to see Michael emerge into the kitchen. The wolf was still rubbing his eyes and yawning, muttering a quiet good morning to the otter before squinting his eyes open. Michael paused mid-stride and blinked a few times. “I’m still seeing double,” the wolf said with a quick shake of his head.

“Think again,” Aaron said with a laugh, beckoning over to the wolf. “Come on, come and have a touch. Sami’s already taken the opportunity to explore his other self.” The lion winked at the otter, who blushed a little deeper.

Cautiously, Michael approached the table, nose twitching as he caught the scent of freshly brewed tea on the counter top. Sami leaned forward a little so Michael’s outstretched hands could brush against his muzzles.

“You have two? Why do you have two?”

Sami shrugged. “Dunno really. Aaron was about to explain that himself,” he replied, pulling back again from Michael and sliding him across one of the hot cups.

The lion grinned, running one hand through his thick mane as he took his own cup. “Oh yeah, we had a fun night last night, shame you couldn’t make it Michael. Though I must say, it seems like you had your own fun,” the feline said, extending his tongue towards the bleary wolf.

“Nothing like the twins here,” Michael retorted, thumbing in the direction of an indignant Sami.

“For the last time I’m not twins,” he growled, glaring at both wolf and lion at the same time. “Just the one person, why is that so hard to understand?”

“Well, the two heads really,” Michael pointed out.

Sami scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. “Don’t see how it’s that difficult. You have two hands but I don’t insist you must be ambidextrous.”

“You say that as though you’ve never known any different?” the wolf said curiously, tilting his head at the otter before glancing across to Aaron. “What did you do to him?”

Aaron grinned. “Well, you know that new magical oddities store that opened up in town? Jordan had a serum from there though he didn’t tell anyone what the effects were. He said that to make the night more exciting, he had a few games planned out and the loser would have to take a cookie from a plate, one of which was laced with the serum. A game of chance. We were told it would take all night for the changes to take effect, but that we’d know straight away when we had a loser – or winner, depending on how you look at it.”

Sami frowned, rubbing one of his muzzles as he tried to think back to the previous night. “I think I remember that. It was the first cookie I’d eaten. Felt almost like an electric shock,” he said slowly, a few flashes of memory returning. He could remember the howls of laughter as he’d dropped his drink, breathing heavily as he’d realised that he’d taken the serum.

His memory was confused. Though he knew his second head was a result of the serum, his memory kept trying to insert the second perspective of his new set of eyes. He tried to remember what it was like just to have the one head, but he just couldn’t. It just felt wrong to him.

“You mind if I take a few photos?” Aaron asked, reaching into his pocket and tugging out his phone. “To send to Jordan. He’s been bugging me all morning to find out how you look.”

Sami shrugged. “Yeah, go for it,” he said, grinning as the lion held up his phone.

A few clicks later and Aaron dropped his hands, eyes glancing down to his phone as he started to send the message. “He’s going to love this,” the feline mumbled, unable to hide the smirk on his face.

“Think you’ll be the star of all of Jordan’s parties now, knowing the ones he likes to host,” Michael said, just about suppressing a bit of a snicker. “I can imagine there wouldn’t have been much in the way of clothing last night, was there?”

Once again Sami blushed, both heads turning away from the wolf. “Well no, perhaps not,” he said quietly, gripping his cup and staring down into the tea. “I’m sure that’s not what Jordan had in mind.”

“Of course not. Not even Jordan knew the effects this would have,” Aaron replied, slowly getting up from his chair and moving around the table. The otter watched him the whole way, glancing up and keeping his eyes on his housemate as well. “But that doesn’t mean there won’t be a lot of people who won’t enjoy this. Including you I think.”

The lion’s head was already very close to Sami’s left head. So close the otter could count every whisker on the lion’s face, feel his hot breath upon his nose. All it would take would be for him to lean forward.

Aaron took away his choice, moving forward to press his lips against the otter’s. For a moment Sami’s right head nuzzled against his left, leaning around as much as he could before Michael approached. The wolf tugged on the otter’s chin, pulling him around and giving him a firm, hard kiss as well.

Sami couldn’t help but moan into the kisses, holding the other two close with one arm around each of their waists. Both sets of eyes closed as both wolf and lion gently stroked down his chest and back, a hand on the back of his heads.

A tongue pushed down into his mouth, but Sami couldn’t be entirely sure which one. His feet shifted a little, pressing against the floor as he pushed back on his chair.

Aaron pulled away, bringing one hand up to stroke the otter’s cheek. “How about we find another use for those mouths of yours, hmm? I know it’s what you’ve been fantasising about ever since you woke up this morning,” he teased, hand dropping a little lower down the otter’s chest.

Not breaking the kiss with Michael, Sami blushed and bit his lip gently, head dropping down a little. “Oh? What did you have in mind?” he asked coyly, quite sure he knew exactly what his friend was thinking of.

Sami reluctantly broke the kiss with Michael for a few moments as the lion led them over towards the lounge. The feline leant back on the sofa, patting by his side for Michael to sit beside him, before looking up at Sami and grinning. “On your knees, boy.”

The otter didn’t need any further suggestion, dropping down and running a hand up the inside of the thighs in front of him. He nuzzled into both crotches, breathing in deeply and inhaling the distinct scents and grinning as he heard the dual gasps of pleasure.

As Michael was still wearing just his boxers, Sami moved both his hands across to Aaron’s crotch, pulling off his belt and undoing his trousers before tugging down on them. The lion lifted his hips a little, allowing his clothing to be slipped away.

For a few minutes longer, Sami simply brushed against the two pairs of underwear. Michael’s loose black boxers smelt wonderful to the otter’s nose, an almost perfect clean musk emanating out and making his own unattended cock start to strain at his clothes. Aaron’s tight blue briefs were pushing out considerably, barely containing his thick shaft at all and making the otter whimper with anticipation.

Slowly he bit into both underwear, making sure to only get the fabric in his teeth before starting to tug down and free the two shafts beneath. Neither were contained in their sheaths, both flopping free of their constraints and resting atop Sami’s muzzles. Hooking his fingers into the fabric he pulled them both away, letting the lion and wolf remove them fully.

Teasing and rubbing, Sami didn’t take either cock into his mouth just yet, only very gently licking the leaking tip of Michael’s shaft. They were both clearly different. The wolf’s a deep red, smooth but with the beginning of a knot already beginning to make itself known at the base. It was slender, yet quite long. Aaron was completely different, his feline cock having a ring of fleshy barbs about halfway down the thick length. He was shorter than Michael by at least a couple of inches, but from what Sami’s lips could tell, almost twice the width.

Sami nuzzled deep against Aaron’s balls, making the lion gasp and let out a little moan, while he kissed the tip of Michael’s cock, drawing a similar reaction from the wolf. He felt a hand grip between his heads, shivering as he discovered that particular spot was sensitive.

“Mnnff, enough teasing already,” Aaron whispered, the hand between the otter’s heads gripped a little tighter.

Gasping with delight, Sami started to tease the two cocks into his mouths, using his tongues skilfully to lift them between his lips. Judging from the eager groans of pleasure from above him, the other two were quite enjoying his attention, slowly pushing down on the two cocks and easing them deeper into his eager muzzles.

Two hands rubbed down his back, another resting on his shoulder and a fourth still gripped between his heads. His tail wagged happily, grinning around the two cocks as he slowly worked his tongues down them. He had to marvel at the lion’s and wolf’s self-control. Though he could feel the gentle twitches from their hips, neither had started to thrust up into him.

Then he started to bob up and down, pushing right the way into their crotches. Michael’s cock pushed down into his throat, while Aaron’s didn’t quite go down that far though still filling that muzzle considerably. He could hear the sounds of them kissing, and while he desperately wanted to look up and witness such a thing, nor did he want to remove his attention from their cocks.

The taste of their pre filled his mouths, both remaining distinctly separate even as the fluid dripped down his throat, another little spurt coming from Michael’s cock with each push against the swelling knot. Aaron didn’t leak so much, but Sami could feel the lion’s thigh twitch beneath his resting hand.

Feeling a little adventurous, the otter nudged against the wolf’s knot again, feeling it swell against his lips. It was easily as thick as Aaron’s shaft now. A small push against the back of his head popped it in to his eager mouth, tongue lapping at the thick and hot knot, tip of the long lupine cock swelling out his throat a little.

Aaron started to thrust against the other muzzle, one again hands holding Sami in place as the lion started to buck hard and fast. The otter closed his eyes as the wolf joined in, his thrusts short and quick, his swollen knot preventing anything more. Sami couldn’t help but moan, his hands effectively trapped against the edge of the sofa and preventing him from reaching his own cock, still trapped in clothes that had become painfully tight.

Michael was the first to release, the pressure against his knot too great to resist any longer. The wolf howled in delight, gripping Sami’s head hard as he thrust in one last time, his seed spurting right down the otter’s throat and leaving him with no choice but to swallow every last drop, the thick knot preventing Sami from pulling away.

Barely had he a chance to recover from the wolf did Aaron cum. Once again he found his head slammed into a crotch, eyes squeezed shut as he was held into the lion’s fur. Aaron was mostly silent, just a few heavy breaths warning the otter before his mouth was filled with feline seed, swallowing around the thick shaft before Aaron pulled back, another couple of spurts dribbling across his nose.

Sami coughed, a little cum drooling from the side of his mouth as he panted, flopping forward and gently licking away the bit of cum still on the feline’s cock. He tried to pull away and do the same for Michael, but that thick knot prevented him from doing so.

“You’ve knotted on me, haven’t you?” he muttered, glancing up in time to see the wolf nod and blush. He tried to ignore Aaron’s snickers as the lion stroked the head in his lap. “Ugh, how long?”

“About twenty minutes, usually,” the wolf mumbled.

Sami sighed, lifting up from Aaron slightly to allow the lion to get up to his feet. “Looks like I’m gonna be stuck here then. At least I can still talk though, so I guess there’s that,” he said, resting his other head on the wolf’s thigh. “And you do taste good.”

For a few moments he was content, hearing Aaron bustle around in the kitchen a little, but not able to twist his free head around enough to see what he was doing. Michael certainly didn’t seem in a fit state to get up either. The wolf’s hands brushed down his back, kneading into his fur and relaxing the otter completely.

Then he heard the quiet click of a phone camera. Looking up sharply, he saw Aaron holding his phone up, taking a few photos of them.

“Oh you are not sending those to Jordan!” he yelled, tugging against Michael’s knot and making the wolf yelp in a combined burst of pleasure and pain. All the otter could do was huff and flop back into his housemate’s crotch. He knew Jordan would be on his way from the moment he received those images. “Ah damn it. Guess what I’m going to be doing all day.”

The way his tail wagged betrayed that maybe he wasn’t so annoyed after all.