Let's take advantage of it!

Ross laid next to Madison, who blew a raspberry then turned to look at him.

"You think... it's pretty funny to get me fucked up," she sighed.

"So do you," he said. "Right, Pat?"

Pat walked to the side of the bed and looked down at Madison. Their eyes locked, then Madison started to giggle.

"There's another reason I did it, though." Ross allowed her a moment to process this. "I want you to try to figure it out."

"Want me to... wait, that's not fair!" she slurred. "I was gonna... um, gonna... I lost it. Jesus, how high did she make me?"

"I'll give you a hint: it involves the nitrated soil." He took her hand in his and Madison raised her head to stare at their interlocked fingers with wonder.

"Give me... you'll give me a hint? I get to ask for a hint?"

"Ok, this is going nowhere. THC supposedly makes you more creative."

"Yeah?" she said in a tone that suggested that she was already completely lost but it was best to trudge onward through her mental fog.

"And the nitrated script gives you a spark of creativity," he said. "So even though it's simulated weed..."

"I can still get high!" she finished.

Ross frowned and she giggled. "You're way too high. Take off your clothes so I can plow you."

"Aye-aye!" Madison giggled and reached for the hem of her blouse. After several awkward failures and some help from Ross, she managed to remove all of her clothing. He was naked too, and she wondered when that had happened. She looked around the room for his jeans. They were on the chair! But why-

"Oh!" she grunted as Ross's rock-hard cock slammed into her. "Oh! Oh, ahaha, Ross, baby, this is... fuckin' incredible! Oh! Oh! Right up the fuckin' middle!"

Ross ignored her descent into babbling as he rode her. Madison was grinning ear to ear, her tits flopping wildly and her eyes glazed as she grunted with each thrust. Ross slowed down a bit to catch his breath and ask something.

"What's the craziest thing you can think of right now?" he asked the girl beneath him. She blinked in confusion and he asked again.

"Fuckin'... I dunno, an oven that makes pizzas," she said thickly. "Why'd you stop?"

He rolled his eyes and turned to Pat. "Can you make her pussy hotter? Just barely enough so that it's not unpleasant."

"Yes," Pat said coolly. She stood beside the bed without expression, unconcerned with the person buried inside a golem inches from her. "Would you like me to?"

"You gotta..." Madison slurred. "Gotta tell her."

"Make her pussy hot and make her a little less chatty," he told the golem. Pat simply nodded and looked intently at Madison. Their eye contact lasted a few seconds before Madison began to laugh again.

"Can't talk!" she cried. "Pussy hot. Fuck me!"

Ross needed no further encouragement. He resumed a more frenetic pace, ramming his rock-hard cock into the unnaturally warm cleft between her legs. Madison was reduced to animalistic grunts. She closed her bloodshot eyes and tilted her head back as he entered her over and over at an almost alarming rate.

"Tell her to join in," Ross said in a strained voice.

"Huh?" Madison opened her eyes. She tried and failed to focus on the bouncing figure on top of her. "Whaaat?"

"Tell Pat to join us," he said. "However you want."

Madison stared vacantly at Pat for several seconds. Just as Ross was about to repeat the command, she spoke.

"Uhhh... Can- oof! Can you join- ah, hahaha, shit! I can't- oh, oh, fuck, Pat just help out already!"

"How would you like me to help out?" Pat asked the orgasmically stoned girl.

"I dunno, fuckin' rub your tits on him!" Madison cried. "I dunno! I'm too high!"

Ross finally took pity on her. He stopped and pulled away, eliciting a groan of disappointment. Madison was halfway through mumbling a complaint when Ross interrupted her with new instructions.

"Pat, I want her to instantly cum whenever she makes eye contact with you. Now strip, climb on top of her, and let me take you from behind."

"Of course," Pat said pleasantly. Ross moved aside and she climbed onto Maddie, who was still staring straight ahead uncomprehendingly. As soon as her eyes swam into focus and she looked at Pat, she let out a strained coughing sound and doubled over. Ross, meanwhile, positioned himself behind Pat and tried to guide his shaft into her. After a few misguided attempts he barked out a command with irritation.

"Move back so I have a better angle," he said.

"Okie dokie," Madison slurred as Pat silently moved back. "I dunno why you wanna- oh! Oh my fucking God! Oh, fuck!"

Pat grunted with the effort of remaining stationary as Ross took her from behind. Madison writhed under them, lost in a fog of simulated ecstasy. As he began to thrust again, Ross had an idea.

"Hey Pat, can you transmit how this feels to her in real time?"

"I'm- ungh- able to transfer memories after they are- oof- created," Pat said. She was interrupted by the sharp, harsh thrusts as Ross took her from behind. "It can be- ahhh- near instantaneous."

"Do it," he said. "Give her what I'm giving you."

She nodded and focused on Madison. Madison's voice pitched up an octave and she closed her eyes, her back stretching to accommodate the phantom sensations wracking her lower body. Ross ordered her to open her eyes and she did, the milky orbs staring both at and through the golem that was straddling her.

Between the golem he was fucking and the golem who was reacting Ross realized that he was already at the threshold of release. He barely registered the thought before he was spurting into Pat, his cock twitching and thrumming as he released himself inside her. Pat simply stopped reciprocating the thrusts and remained motionless on all fours as she transmitted the feeling of Ross's warm seed filling her innards to Madison. Madison shrieked ferally and reached past Pat to grip Ross's hair. She pulled him down onto Pat and the triad collapsed with Pat sandwiched between Ross and Madison.

Ross let out a long groan and rolled to one side, his member slick with Pat's simulated lubricant. He sighed deeply and looked to the two golems. Pat was laying atop Madison, motionless but still making eye contact. Madison was gazing dully into her eyes, her lower half bucking with ferocity as the orgasm continued.

"Enough," Ross said. "Pat, put everything back to normal."