A Kaleidoscopic Orgy (Dark Path)

AN: Heyyy uh, this branch was supposed to be silly, thoughtless, consequence-free monster girl collecting. Maybe a little more aggressive and mean about the mind conrtol than my other stories, but still mostly light-hearted and silly. Then I wrote this.

Marcus—

The light burst from me. My mind shattered into pieces along with my vision.

I saw myself collapse to my knees just before Bri caught me, from three different perspectives. More of me fell on a bed. One appeared several feet in the air, barely missing the bed, then cracked my/his skull into the floor. Shrieks burst from the bed and urgent voices blurred together all around me.

Blinding agony mixed with dulled echoes fed on each other over and over and over. It was too much! I frantically cut and tore at the broken perspective, severing the connection. Out of the corner of one eye I saw the convulsing body vanish.

The Pain was gone.

All six of me gasped in relief, the 'realest' me went limp against the blue winged woman, losing consciousness.

The remaining five bodies were left nearly directionless. Painful echoes made me tremble at random. The disjointed and overlapping viewpoints mixed with the dreams my real body began sending.

Who was I? I couldn't remember. I was going to do... Something. It was gonna be fun. My thoughts were smearing and stuttering like blotchy paint.

The bodies in the bed were being moved and fussed over by a pair of teary catgirls and a woman with foxtails, her face a mask of **** calm.

Lisa. That was her name.

I remember now.

I was gonna play with my Harem.

Brianna—

"-rash!" My voice caught in my throat as Master burst into light. His form warped and twisted before splitting into seven equal pieces. Three blurred away like falling stars. Three more simply condensed into copies of Master.

The last, the Original, swayed and fell to his knees.

My wings beat and I dashed forward to catch him. I cradled his muscular form in my arms, hating how **** he looked. He stiffened in a silent scream, his eyes rolled back in his head as I watched helplessly.

What must have been mere seconds but felt like hours ended when Master fell mercifully ****. His face became peaceful and his breathing steadied.

Doll and Jaz hovered around me, literally so in the djinn's case.

"Here, put him here. Make sure his head is well supported and his airway is clear. We need to—" Jaz had a dozen medical books orbiting her, opening and closing as she referenced them. Doll fluttered worriedly, holding a cup of water in her hands.

There was a buzzing in my ears as I listened to her instructions. A couch flew next to me and I carefully lay Master on his side. I knelt there. Watching over the man who had molded my very being into his protector.

How do I protect him from himself?

Lisa—

I had been having the time of my life. In the middle of catching my breath after a threesome with a pair of catgirl maids Marcus had gotten. When a trio of Marcus-clones appeared in midair with a flash of light.

They looked... Off. It was obviously Marcus, but a Marcus who had been sculpted out of clay. Expertly done, they were fun to look at, but their eyes were dull and their features were too smooth.

And they were convulsing in agony. Disturbingly, their faces showed only mild discomfort. While the one that had hit the floor with a crack lay dead still, bleeding from the head.

My vision narrowed and my pulse pounded in my ears at the sight. Distantly, Shannon and Gabby were screaming.

The dead clone dissolved into nothing. It left no blood behind. It still lay there everytime I blinked.

I shook myself. "Godammit, Marcus. What the hell did you do?"

The catgirls were babbling over the two intact clones. Only to jump and cling to each other when the clones started moving. They had empty smiles pasted on their faces and throbbing erections.

They spoke in unison. "Hi girls. Now I can please all of you at once. No taking turns." I shivered at their monotone voices, the inflection was all wrong. The terror I felt was replaced by a flicker of relief and no small amount of anger. At least I figured out what probably caused this insanity.

The catgirls were not comforted by the clones' reassurance. They looked to me.

"You two, distract them. I'll go downstairs to see what's going on." I slid out of bed and backed away.

"But, Mistress— Eeeekk!" They squealed together when the clones tackled a catgirl each.

My guilt melted away when their cries of shock turned into giggly moans. I rolled my eyes and sighed in relief. The cold, writhing panic in my guts faded even more. Maybe Marcus was fine?

This door was not here earlier?

Doll—

"Mmph~"

Yesyesyes! Finally, all three of my holes were squeezing around Master's hard cock. I felt complete, my purpose fulfilled. They easily maneuvered my squishy, flexible, rubber body to their whims.

The cocks synchronized and drove in as deep as they could before exploding in release.

Oooohh! It feels so warm~

I trilled and whistled to show them I loved it.

Jazmin—

Brianna and I did everything we could for Master, but there were no medical books that talked about seizures induced by magical clones! His breathing and heart rate were steady, there didn't seem to be any internal bleeding and, judging by the sounds Doll is making, at least part of him was conscious. As far as we could tell, Master will be waking up soon with little more than a headache.

Hopefully, anyway. It's not like we can take him to a hospital like this.

"What the hell did Marcus do!?" The blonde fox woman ran into the library. Sweaty and red-faced.

I looked up, I didn't actually need to see the books to read them, it just helped. "Master realized he hadn't serviced all of us properly and that it would be impractical to **** us to wait."

She facepalmed. "Of course he did." Her tails swayed in agitation.

"Did some of his clones appear around you and the others?"

She nodded, a green look on her face. "He must not be able to aim very well. One fell and—" She choked up. "— I watched him die right in front of me, the bastard!" I floated over and held her as she sobbed. At least we know what caused the seizure now...

Brianna spoke up from her vigil at Master's side. "When he wakes up, the first thing he is going to do, is find or make a doctor or nurse. Otherwise I'll lock him in a padded room myself." Her voice was brittle.

"Bri, that's too far. You heard him, he tried to mitigate any downsides, he just overlooked some."

The Valkyrie grunted.

Lisa introduced herself and joined our vigil, still hiccuping and snuggled into my side. In the background, Doll let out an exhausted trill and and went limp. The clones holding her up didn't stop.

A half hour went past. Master began to stir. We held our breaths.

His eyes opened. They were dazed and unfocused, but, "Hey girls... M'sorry 'bout that."

Brianna burst into tears and embraced him. He wrapped weak arms around her and held on as she sobbed.

I felt myself relax. Master was okay.

Lisa chuckled wetly.