Finally getting around to making something.

Over the course of the next week or so Joy and I spent pretty much all of our time rampantly fucking. It was amazing and I had the time of my life. I never thought I’d meet someone who just got me on a fundamental level like she did; I certainly never thought I’d meet a woman who did, in any case. We were far from being the same person, but us being twins was pretty convenient since we often finished each other’s thoughts and were on the same wavelength about different activities.

The only real unknown factor with her was whether or not I should consider her my girlfriend. Vocally, neither of us had established this one way or the other; but there was a feeling there. We hadn’t even uttered the L-word yet. Somehow, though, I felt like we wouldn’t ever need to, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. For now, though, it was just great to be able to unleash all of my pent-up sexual frustration with a willing—and frankly enthusiastic—participant.

It rapidly became clear that the standard human necessities no longer applied to me. I hadn’t eaten anything besides Joy’s pussy, I hadn’t been drinking anything besides fluids that came directly from her in some form or another, and I hadn’t slept once throughout the entire experience. I just didn’t feel as though I needed to do any of those things. The only instincts my body seemed to have any interest in engaging with were carnal ones.

However, even though I had been thoroughly enjoying the experience of making up for lost time in the sex department, the fact that I was technically standing inside a magic artifact that could create an entire universe was beginning to taunt me. The creative part of my brain was yearning to play with its new toy.

I had a problem, though.

“No ideas coming to you?” Joy asked. We were laying down on the couch, my head resting on her pillowy breasts and staring up at the ceiling. In the meantime, one of her legs was wrapped around my waist so that her foot could idly stroke and grope the erection that had been raging all week.

“Not one,” I sighed. “The Crystal Atlas is such an amazing creative tool, I can already tell that much, but I dunno, forcing myself to be creative is kind of hard.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Joy asked, in a surprisingly aggressive tone.

“Uh—”

“You’re going about this all wrong, dude.”

“A-am I?”

“Yes! You’re not wrong about the Atlas, it’s a pretty nifty piece of magic, but you shouldn’t be thinking of it as ‘the ultimate creative tool’.”

“How should I be thinking of it then?”

“Sit up, I’ll show you,” she said.

I obeyed, sitting up on the couch and resting my back against the cushions instead. They weren’t as nice.

Joy slipped out from behind me and stood up in front of me, her massive tits wobbling as she went. Then she turned to face the mirror that dominated one of the walls and snapped her fingers. Suddenly, the reflective surface didn’t show us in the room anymore, instead it showed a blank white void.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“It’s your world,” she announced and made an exaggerated gesture toward it. Then she shrugged and said, “Like we talked about before, there’s nothing there; this room is it. But, we’re gonna change that. Look, I admit I may have led you astray by referring to the Atlas as a ‘painter’s brush’, and I’m sure whatever speech my mom gave you before you got here didn’t help either. But if you’re already having trouble thinking of something, we need to shift gears.”

“Okay, I’m open to suggestions.”

“Step one, close your eyes.”

I did.

“Step two, imagine that you never died. Pretend you never came here, never talked to my mom, never talked to me, and you were still alive vibing back on Arth.”

“Earth,” I corrected.

“Whatever. Now, pretend that I was a friend of yours back on Arth—I mean, Earth.”

“Aw man, I’m even getting friendzoned in my imagination now?” I joked.

“Ha!” she laughed. “It’s fine, we’re still fuckbuddies. Happy?”

I grinned wide and nodded.

“Okay so you and I are hanging out at your place, kicking back some alcoholic beverages of choice—”

“I prefer soda.”

“Gods, you are such an ass!” she laughed again. “Fine, kicking back some sodas or whatever because you’re a pussy.”

I grinned and nodded again, satisfied.

“Important part is this: we’re shooting the shit, just talking about stuff, and joking around probably like we are right now. But then the conversation turns a little deep like they tend to do between friends. I ask you, ‘if you died tomorrow, what kind of afterlife would you hope for’?”

“Oh, hmm,” I rubbed my chin, keeping my eyes closed. It was still a difficult question, but this framing was much more helpful.

After a brief silence, Joy said, “Let’s narrow the scope, yeah? Think about Earth and all of its different climates and geographical locations. Which one is your favorite?”

Oh, that was an interesting one. I quirked an eyebrow after a bit of thought and said, “Alpine. I like forests, hills, beautiful sunsets, misty mountains, and rain. Rain is nice.”

“Gotcha, go ahead and open your eyes.”

I did, and then blinked in shock. The once stark white view of the void had been replaced with exactly what I had in mind. Rolling hills, a long stretch of highway winding along the mountainsides, thousands of both coniferous and deciduous trees, painting the valleys green. The view was panning along the landscape, like the room we were in was flying through the air and the mirror was a window to see outside.

“Wow,” I said.

“I’m hoping that your idea of heaven isn’t to be stranded in the woods forever, though. Because I’d hate that. So, let’s continue. Close your eyes again.”

I did so.

“Next question, what kind of stuff do you wanna do in your afterlife?”

“Fuck, probably.”

“Based. Just one person or a bunch of people?”

“The more the merrier,” I said.

“Based,” she repeated, this time more emphatically. “So, you want a harem of hotties in a misty mountain forest. Cool, what’s your type?”

“I dunno, I don’t really have a singular ‘type’, besides goth, I guess. I’m not into masculine guys, just girls and femboys. Aside from that, I don’t really know what kind of person I’d be into until I met them.”

“Ah, so you wouldn’t know who to put into your harem right away, you wanna meet your potential victims,” Joy summarized, emphasizing the last word in a sinister tone.

“Yeah, so I guess having an environment where I could do that would be preferable.”

“Oh, oh I got a great idea,” Joy said, excitedly. “Open your eyes again.”

This time, the mirror (window?) was showing a single location nestled into one of the alpine valleys. It looked like a college campus at the edge of a small city.

“Ooo,” I was leaning forward, gazing at it intently. The different scholastic buildings were clearly of modern make, but had an almost medieval esthetic with cobbled stone, wood paneling, and clay. It looked cozy, cool, and interesting.

“Say hello to the university of your afterlife,” Joy said, proudly.

I couldn’t deny that it was a good idea. Not a whole lot of better places to find a diverse group of hotties than a college campus. It was also a guarantee that many of them would have less than conventional ideas about relationships, sex…

… And religion.

“Hmmm,” a smile was crawling up my lips.

“Uh oh, that’s the face of a madman who just hatched an evil plan,” Joy cackled. “Finally figured out what you want to do with the Atlas, I take it?”

“Oh yes,” I nodded and stood up from the couch. “We’ve got some work to do, we’re gonna be starting a cult.”