Riding high and lonesome through a starlit sky

“Bad girl!” Morgana swatted Carly on the butt again, and made the curvy woman jump.

“Mmmff!” Carly’s eyes bulged wide and a tremor of pleasure surged through her body as she met Nick’s gaze. The heated way he was looking at her, the way his cheeks flushed, how hard he was trying to keep a straight face…

Carly knew when someone was aroused just looking at her. And the signals were radiating from him like her own pheromones soaking into the mattress.

The delta between her legs was moistening. Their dalliance in the movie theater had been an excellent prelude, a taste of what was to come. But if past was prologue than the story of today had been poorly foreshadowed indeed. Carly never could have imagined she’d get this worked up tonight, even with how steamy that gropefest in the dark had been.

Sure, Nick had felt up her breasts a little while she played with herself, and stroked him to completion before swallowing. But as much as that had aroused her, it wasn’t even close to the burning feeling she was enduring now.

Unlike when she had touched Morgana earlier, Carly was immediately aware of what fetish she had copied from Nick’s flustered wife. Holly’s intuition had been right on the money.

Right now, right here, it felt like her womb was on fire. Screaming to her that just Emmy wasn’t enough. A single child? As much as Carly loved and cherished her daughter, she had a body that was designed for sex. Her figure was made to grow fecund with child after child as she lounged in lazy repose being doted on, and giving birth to her next bundle of joy.

Carly wanted to breed! She needed to breed! If Marley wasn’t going to get some action, then it was up to her to pass on her magnificent genes as much as possible! It was her responsibility, really, to make sure that her massive breasts and great ass and cute face were passed on to future generations. And right now, the only person who she wanted to collaborate on that long-term project was sitting right in front of her, hard as hell and just as desperate to fertilize her as she was desperate to be fertilized.

And Morgana’s scolding just heightened the feeling of shame and naughtiness that she was feeling, with each smack. Every time the spatula came down and struck her on the ass, it was like a jolting reminder that Carly was here for Nick’s pleasure. Sure, maybe it was presumptuous of her, wanting to have his babies, but so what? With a body like this, it was just a natural calling for her! And no matter how much Morgana tried to discourage her, that wouldn’t change.

Of course, Morgana didn’t forget about Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin. She took care to make sure that they were both getting what they deserved. Carly, for trying to “seduce” her “master’s” wife while also tantalizing him with her body and angling to have his babies (which was mostly accurate, more so the latter part) and Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin for being a brat and provoking Morgana out of her sense of competitiveness (entirely accurate, to a degree not even Morgana herself fully understood) resulting in a lot of back and forth, and down time.

But Carly found no reprieve in the moments when Morgana left her alone to scold Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin, oh, no.

When she wasn’t getting punished, and could actually think for herself?

Her brain was screaming at her that this wasn’t just roleplay.

Oh, sure, it had started that way. Carly just giving Morgana a pretext for her “punishment” to add some spice to the scene.

But now?

Well, Carly could certainly give Rose a run for her money when it came to being an actress, because she was so deep in-character that she wasn’t even sure she really WAS acting at her point. And with the adopted fetish, the flooding hormones, and being on edge all day, with Nick and his cock filled with her future babies right there in front of her, Carly’s brain was so confused that she wasn’t even sure what she wanted at this point.

It’s not like Morgana has me tied down, or anything, she reasoned, panting hotly as she gazed wetly into Nick’s hungry eyes. If I’m quick enough, she won’t even be able to react in time to stop me. I’ve been throwing myself at Nick all day, wearing him down… …Five seconds, that’s all it would take. Five seconds for me to get off the bed, get over to him, throw myself in his lap, and push my boobs in his face. He wouldn’t be able to resist, and then we’d have sex right there in front of everyone, and he’d give me his baby. I’m so hot right now, I just know I’ve gotta be ovulating. That’s all it would take, just five seconds… …No, maybe only four, or even three… if I’m fast enough, then I’m sure I could-!

“SMACK!”

Morgana’s spatula coming down on Carly’s ass blasted all those thoughts out of her head. She threw back her skull and howled, making her large breasts shake as a little bonus for Nick’s eagerly watching eyes.

“You bad girl!” Morgana scolded again. Her face was almost as red as Carly’s. “You… um, you think I don’t see, what, you’re, uh, thinking about!? The way you look at him!? You greedy…”

Her voice trailed off as she struggled to find the right word to use that wouldn’t be too mean or denigrating.

“…Strumpet!”

It was such a shock to Carly that she almost sobered up on the spot out of incredulity. A shaky grin touched her lips, and she trembled.

“Yeeeessss…” she moaned out, writhing for everyone to see. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth and she panted like the bitch in heat that she was. “I want iiiiittt… I want… Nick’s babies… my master’s babies… pleeeeeaaaaasseeee…”

Nick gulped. That was way more convincing that he’d expected. He’d assumed up until this point that Carly was just putting on a show. But the raw desire oozing out of her voice… there was no way she could fake that. She really does have Mary’s fetish. She wants me to knock her up.

He wasn’t sure how he felt about that. But he was worried that this was progressing in a direction that no one in the room had anticipated or planned for, not even Carly herself.

Especially not Carly herself.

Morgana froze in place, overwhelmed by the outpouring of raw passion coming off of Carly. She was the one who was supposed to be in control, ostensibly, but right now she felt like a bit player in Carly’s dramatic performance.

What exactly was she supposed to do here?!

She looked desperately over at Nick and their eyes met. They each saw the mutual confusion and reluctance in each other’s gaze, and realized at the same time that neither of them knew how to adapt to this situation.

Nick remembered what they’d worked out about Carly’s transformation. The fetish she borrowed would go away on its own after a while if not indulged, or immediately, when she achieved climax from fulfilling it. (Though, that last part was speculative.)

So, what about this one?

What counted as “indulging” here? Putting his cock inside her without protection? Cumming inside her directly? If he had sex with her at all, would it keep the fetish going?

And for that matter, what counted as “fulfilling” the fetish?

Getting pregnant?

Nick became keenly aware of just how dangerous this transformation was in regard to this specific fetish. Did he have to refrain from insertion if he wanted it to end? Should he just not touch Carly or have sex with her so the fetish would eventually wear off? If he did have sex with her, would it just prolong things?

…And, for that matter, could he even have sex with her at all without giving in and “fulfilling” her needs in a way that could cause a serious problem for all parties involved? Because it really seemed like not having sex with Carly wasn’t an option at this point. His body wanted her so badly he could hardly control himself even now, when she was just looking at him.

His thoughts immediately jumped to Dani, and the fact that the three of them had most certainly NOT had a conversation about situations like this.

Nick couldn’t get her pregnant. There were a mountain of reasons why not, and his body wasn’t listening to a single one of them.

And Morgana found herself thinking the same exact thing. Her mind went back to that night when she’d tasted Mary’s milk, and transformed herself. How badly that alternate version of her wanted to get pregnant and have Nick’s babies, because that was what she imagined his perfect wife would desire to please him.

He’d had the sense not to do it, thank heavens. Morgana was absolutely not ready to have a baby, she was practically a baby herself!

But Carly… Carly was ready to be a mother. She WAS a mother. And right now, she wanted to be a mother again.

It was the influence of a transformation, just like Morgana’s situation had been. But… Morgana couldn’t deny how fucking hot the fantasy was, and how, in a dark corner of her mind, part of her really badly wanted to see Carly get knocked up.

“Down!” Morgana had to do the right thing, though. She couldn’t give in and let her fantasies win out. She had to retain control, since she was the only one thinking rationally!

Which was why, instead of smacking Carly on the bottom, she struck Carly right between the shoulder-blades.

“OW!” Carly jolted like she’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. Sure, that had been happening basically ever since she got on the bed, but this time it was, like, an actual bolt of lightning.

One that hurt.

“What the hell!? Morgana?!” Carly sat upright and rubbed the stinging welt on her back. Or, she tried to, anyway. Morgana had managed to hit that one spot that nobody could ever reach without dislocating their shoulder or being Dawn.

She looked fiercely at the goth girl, but when she saw the look of remorse in Morgana’s eyes, she calmed down.

“I’m sorry,” Morgana mumbled out, looking down. The color drained from her face. “I-I didn’t know what to do… you were just getting so, um… worked up…”

Any attempt at being the dominant one was long gone. She was back to being timid Morgana again, and she felt awful about it.

But not as badly as Carly felt.

Morgana’s strike had done more than sting, it had also knocked some sense back into her. And, having calmed down and been shaken from the thrill of her sexual heat, Carly could look back at all the stuff she’d said, and realize that she’d come way too close to crossing too many lines that really shouldn’t ever be crossed.

She swallowed, feeling how dry her mouth was.

“No, uh… you don’t need to apologize,” she said, shaking her head. “I think… I got a little more into it than I should have.”

Even now, her body was still telling her to breed. To pin Nick down and have his babies. It was gnawing in the back of her mind like it had been this morning, with the movie theater. But just like that time, Carly could control it, and keep her body from acting on those urges.

She didn’t want to think about how close she’d almost come.

Oh man. I just jumped right in, without fully thinking through the consequences. Carly bit her lip. That was nothing new for her. She was the kind of girl who went with the flow, who did things that she thought would be fun because she was eager for the experience.

It was how she’d ended up a single mother in the first place.

Carly wasn’t a teenager anymore. If she’d gone through with what her fetish was telling her to do, there could have been serious consequences. Consequences with Nick. Consequences with Dani. Even consequences with Emmy, when she learned she was going to be a big sister.

Was Carly ready for those consequences?

She really doubted she was.

And until she was ready, she needed to be more careful with how she used this transformation, and on whom.

This wasn’t like her other transformations when she could just throw herself into it without hesitation and hope everything would work out okay.

“Thank you for knocking some sense into me, Morgana,” Carly said sincerely. “You were right to discipline me like that. I was being a bad, bad girl…”

Nick leaned forward suspiciously in his seat. Carly’s apology had started with sincerity, but by the end there he detected a definite note of excitement trilling in her voice.

“Carly,” he said aloud, making her jump. She swung her head around to face him so fast that her hair flung some sweat into Morgana’s eyes.

“Y-yeah?” Carly asked hesitantly.

“I don’t have a problem with you indulging that fetish,” Nick said, standing up and walking over to the bed. “Morgana was disciplining you because you were getting out of control. As long as we can keep some sense about ourselves, then it isn’t a problem.”

Carly nodded hesitantly. She felt a little relieved to hear that she hadn’t ruined the night, and that they’d still be able to have a little bit of fun.

Maybe they just skipped the actual penetrative sex part. For tonight, at least.

She licked her lips and her eyes slid over to Morgana.

That’s fine, I’m fine with that, she thought, her eyes burning hotly. After all, I’m just here to play a support role in the first place.

“It’s alright, Nick,” Morgana said firmly. “If Carly gets out of line, then I’ll make sure she behaves herself. You shouldn’t have to hold back just because you’re worried about what might happen to this harlot!” Remaining in-character, Morgana smacked her spatula into her hand.

She winced. “Owiee…” Morgana waved her hand a little.

Carly rolled her eyes and burst out laughing. The mood had basically evaporated after that, and whether or not they could get it back was in the air.

“I think-Ow! Hey!”

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s fingers pinched Carly’s cheek mid-sentence, and she angrily pulled the other girl away. She pinned Carly down to the bed, startling the cosplayer for a second as she realized just how mismatched they were in terms of strength.

The assassin smirked down at Carly as she pushed down on the other girl’s wrists. She was on top of Carly, pressing her breasts into Carly’s back through her soaked shirt as she just about mounted her. Then, once Carly proved incapable of shaking the agile assassin off of her, she turned and looked back at Morgana and Nick.

The cheeky gleam in her eye left Morgana confused for a second, but Nick realized what she was after, and found himself more than a little aroused by it.

“I think she wants to get in on this,” Nick whispered to Morgana. Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin was “switching sides” as it were.

She’d been a naughty little brat.

But Carly had been much naughtier.

Now, there was no question who in the room deserved punishment the most.

Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin leaned forward and blew a breath of hot air against Carly’s ear, and made her shiver. Carly’s body quivered and she realized what the assassin was doing, forcing her to hold back her moans.

“Oh… that… that isn’t faaaaaiiiirr…”

In spite of her protests, everyone could see just how much Carly loved the idea by the way her body was trembling.

“It… um, that’s what you deserve!” Morgana chastised the pinned naked woman, getting back into character. She struck Carly’s butt with her spatula, making her ass start to shrink. “You were going to pin the master down, weren’t you? Admit it!”

“Yes!” Carly moaned out. “I admit it! I’m such a bad maid, wanting to force master to give me his babies… I just couldn’t help myself, oooh…”

The erection that had receded due to the awkwardness of earlier was now back in full force, especially now that Nick had a seat this close to the action. He stood next to Morgana and watched as the goth girl administered her “discipline” and tried not to affect the scene too much, in case it ended up ruining her vision of the night.

He slowly stepped back, trying to return to his seat, but Morgana’s hand suddenly snapped out and grabbed him by the wrist.

She turned her head, and he saw the hot desperation burning in her eyes.

“Don’t go,” she whispered, shaking her head. Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin looked back, signaling to him the same thing.

Nick swallowed and his cock throbbed in his pants.

Apparently, Morgana was done with the prelude. She’d given both girls spankings, and now Carly was pinned. It was time for the main event to transpire.

What that would be, he didn’t even know. But with three beautiful women in front of him, all of whom wanted him, it promised to be something memorable.

“They’re your girls,” Morgana pointed out. Part of her had wanted to say “we” instead, but she’d held back, trying to remain in-character. “You can do whatever you want with them…”

She reached up and groped Augmented Synthetic Humanoid Assassin’s enhanced backside. Then, she brought her hand lower, and thrust two fingers up into Carly’s womanhood.

Morgana gasped. Carly wasn’t just soaked, she was warmer than Morgana could have imagined. She moved her fingers slightly, drawing even louder moans out of the pinned girl, before pulling out her fingers and turning to Nick again.

The heat in her eyes blew Nick away. Forget about Carly- Morgana looked like SHE wanted him to pin her down, right now, and take her first!

But that wasn’t the way the scenario had turned out. Maybe, at a different point of the evening, things could have gone that way, but they’d gone too far down this road for any other options now.

“She’s, um, dripping wet for you,” Morgana murmured, stunned by how sticky her fingers felt. She wiped them awkwardly off on the bed, which was kind of a foolish decision because there wasn’t a spot on the mattress that wasn’t already soaked in sweat. “Maybe she needs your, um, personal discipline, master… maybe…”

Nick was hardly going to argue with that, looking at the heat coming off of Carly’s nether regions.

“Wait, what?!” Carly jolted in surprise. She’d assumed, from how everyone was talking, that sex was off the table.

Was he serious?!

She opened her mouth to protest, to remind him what her body wanted from her, but no sound came out. She was stuck in a confused state of disbelief, anticipation, and desire.