Joy is definitely gonna get a nasty shock from this.

"Matt? Matt?!" Feeling me slump against her cuts Joy's afterglow short pretty effectively. Twisting around as far as she can, she begins to lightly slap my cheek. "Are you alright?! Please, I... hey, come on, just..."

"Mmrbl." Speech cortex: down. I try to move and only manage twitch weakly. Motor cortex: down. "Mmfh."

"Oh god, please tell me I didn't... We didn't..."

"Mmfhnnh." Brain: rebooting. "Imfnh... I'm ffnnh... fine."

"Thank god..." Breathing a sign of relief, Joy turns back around and leans against me. "You scared me! I mean, that was intense, but you really didn't take that well, hm?"

I only groan in reply, in part because I can feel the cock - my cock? - slide out of the snatch I share with Joy, softening all the while, until finally, it drops to the floor. The jolt of pain I feel from this is faint, but helps bring me around all the same. And it also brings me to the problem at hand: We just fucked ourselves with a copy of my old cock. It felt amazing, but it also raises a lot of questions. Beyond the whole Joy thing, I mean. I'm way past the 'Why' by now; it's happened, I even like it if I'm honest.

The real question is 'Who'. I never believed in the stories about magic, about stores with old wizards appearing in a mall to sell stuff that changes people only to never be found again and all that jazz. But what happened with Joy appearing and all is definitely just that, magic - and could have been a freak accident, for all I know. But that cock was delivered in a package. Magic does a lot of things, but it probably doesn't send packages. People do. So who is behind all this? And why did they do this? Huh. Guess I'm not past the 'Why' after all.

Still. Find the 'Who', get the 'Why'. But... 'How' do we do that?

"What'cha thinking about?"

"Huh?" Joy's sudden question throws me for a loop. I briefly consider not telling her about the dick and what it means, but one: we're literally stuck together, so I wouldn't be able to do anything about it without her noticing and two: I love this girl, no matter how weird that is. So I tell her everything.

"Wow, I... Wow, I mean... what?" Ayup, she's taking it well. "You mean this dick..."

She holds up the flaccid, still drooling shaft after she picked it up during my explanation.

"Is your dick from... before? And someone sent it here? And you have a connection to it, like some ESP stuff?"

"No, I said it looks like my dick. The rest is true."

"And there I thought our lives couldn't become any weirder."

"You tell me..."

Joy puts the disembodied cock on the table gently, knowing now that I can feel what happens to it. Although now that neither of us is aroused, I can barely feel anything, even if I focus.

"Now what do we do?" Joy says, eyeing the penis suspiciously.

"I dunno... Maybe give me the box it came in?" As Joy does, I push my lower lip forwards a little. I am stumped, actually clueless. Literally. We have no clue about whoever did this stuff and sent the cock. "Hmm..."

Examining the box yields no further information. No return adress, no brand logo, nothing. But there was that letter, wasn't it? Picking it up where Joy dropped it on the table, I feel a tingle race up my arm like an electric shock, but it's definitely not that. It's lustful, erotic, and it makes me moan involuntarily, just as Joy when the sensation reaches her.

"Okay, what..."

"... the fuck?"

We are, once again of one mind. I rip the letter open in front of both of us and... am sorely disappointed. It's far from a convenient letter saying 'It was me, Matt! It was me all along! - Signed, Whoever McDidAllThis'. Instead, it's a postcard. With a weird, circular drawing on it, surrounded by what can only be runes and if there was ever any doubt that what happened to us was caused by magic, now that doubt is gone. This is definitely magic. And I have no idea what it's supposed to do. But it's a clue.

"That is weird. Do you think it's what made us so horny? I mean, with that weird shock and all..."

For someone that is not even two days old, Joy has some great deduction skills. And me, I'm apparently an idiot.

"So it wasn't Finn then, but this thing..."

"Well, Finn is really hot." Joy is definitely right on that one. "But I guess this stuff made us lose control like that. It still feels tingly..."

Joy pokes the postcard in my hands with one finger. There is a constant gentle tingle, making our recently-fucked pussy and Joy's nipples pulse with subdued lust. Probably better to put the postcard back on the table then. And what do you know, as soon as I do, the lust begins to ebb.

"Wow. Alright. So, magic is real. I mean, the other ideas in the running were 'dream' and 'alien experiment', so nice to know what's what." Joy stretches, and I feel her breasts wobble gently. It's still distracting, but that might be the lingering effect of the lust spell. Even thinking that feels kinda crazy, despite everything... "What do you say we take a shower and think about what we do with this thing?"