Cooling down.

"And that's a wrap. Everything else I can just pencil in based off character references." The guy tossed his sketchbook carelessly onto the counter and walked over to a landline phone. "I'm ordering in. Either of you want anything?"

Mazie had flopped bonelessly onto her back on the carpet, eyes tracing lazy loops of the ceiling. "Pizza."

The guy nodded. "One vote for pizza. Alara?"

Alara had gotten dressed again, and was silently grateful for the thermostat in the apartment being set as high as it was. She felt drained beyond anything she'd ever had to deal with at college.

It had been a long day.

She realised belatedly she'd been asked a question. "Oh, uh... pizza is good. Meatlovers."

"Pizza it is. I'll get delivery." He waved vaguely in the direction of the fridge. "Grab whatever other food you want from the fridge, I always buy too much shit anyway."

Alara started. "I can't- I wouldn't-"

"I get paid six figures for breathing, you don't. It's my civic responsibility. Not like I have a better use for it." He dialled a number before picking up the handset and wandering into another room. "Hello? Yeah, it's me. I'd like the usual order, plus a couple of..."

As the guy's voice faded, Alara walked over to the carpet. Mazie was still very out of it and very naked. Not that that was unusual for a woman, especially inside a guy's place, this didn't even make the first hundred times Alara had seen her friend nude. But something about it now felt...

Different.

"Are you doing alright?"

Mazie pulled herself up and sat down on the couch, stretching her arms behind her head as she stifled a yawn. "Peachy. Got to miss a day of college, and I get pizza. Plus..." she waggled her eyebrows. "He's definitely interested. Even if we don't end up getting his number, and that's a big if by now, then I'm still getting dicked down tonight. That's a win."

"Right, right." Alara sat down beside her on the couch. She'd never had to have a conversation like this before, never even considered that it might be necessary, so she had no clue how to approach it. May as well try head on. "Are we... is everything alright, between us?"

That pierced Mazie's haze. "Of course it is." She sat up straighter, looking intently at Alara. "Why wouldn't it be? Are you feeling alright?"

"Yes! Of course. I just... I've never really done any of that with another girl before. And I was wondering..." Deep breath. She could do it. "If that meant there was something between us now, or something."

Lame phrasing aside, that seemed to do the trick. Understanding dawned in Mazie's eyes. "Wait, shit, you're serious?" She laughed, although it sounded less mocking and more relieved. "That's it? Alara, girl, you are so sheltered it kills me sometimes. I was practicing kissing with my sisters. I've gotten tips on oral from half my girlfriends in case I end up in a threesome or moresome or whatever with a guy and need to impress him. This is all just water under the bridge to me."

Alara breathed a sigh of relief, trying to tamp down on a deep pulse of disappointment somewhere inside her and largely failing. "Great. That's... great. Glad things won't be weird now."

"I didn't say anything about that." Mazie leaned on Alara's side, grinning like a cheshire cat. "Is there a reason you want to know if there's something between us or not?"

"I don't-"

"Because you were getting pretty into it back there. Don't think I didn't notice."

"I-"

"And I'm not exactly opposed, is all I'm saying."

"Mazie!"

That finally got her to quiet down, even if it took Alara trying to shout and ending up with more of a started yelp, colour rising in her cheeks. That got another round of laughter from her Mazie.

When it died down, she spoke again while drying her tears with one eye. "Alright, fine, fine. Kind of rude of me to push the issue. Sorry. Tell you what, when we aren't getting bent over backwards in some random guy's apartment, let's have lunch together or something. Talk about this properly. That sound like a plan?"

Alara nodded, finding herself uncontrollably smiling again. She couldn't help it. She was still exhausted, of course.

But it felt worth it now.

Then there was a knock on the door, and the guy was going to retrieve the pizza as Mazie and Alara found seats at the table.

"So your dick still works."

As soon as the meal had started, the guy had grabbed a pillow to put in front of his seat before snapping his fingers a couple of times at Mazie to come and fluff him while he ate. She'd ducked under the table and gotten to work immediately, and by the sounds of gulping and **** she was doing a good job of it, for all that the guy barely noticed.

That left Alara at the table alone with him, fielding some questions she'd long gotten tired of answering.

"Yeah. I mean, you saw earlier."

"I know, I know. Just getting a baseline." He folded a slice of beef and onion in half before taking a bite, dribbles of grease running down his chin over day-old stubble. "So does that mean you're still following the government programs?"

She blinked. That wasn't normally where this conversation went. "Uh... you'll need to specify."

"You know. Go around, impregnate as many women as possible, get paid for it."

"Oh! No, no. Even before the cataclysm hormone replacement therapy reduced sperm count, so now I'm basically infertile. Well, even more infertile. You get the idea. Besides, I can't just walk up to another woman and ask to have sex with her. I'm a woman as well. It would be... weird."

"Really?" The guy shrugged. "Never really thought about how lesbians got dates. I guess they're old school like that. But I still don't really get it. I mean, I won't pretend to understand a lot about the whole transition thing, but you can't get pregnant, right?"

"Not yet." Alara's own pizza was getting cold, so she paused to make quick work of a slice of hawaiian. "There's some promising work being done on womb transplants. All lab-grown. It took a while to get off the ground, but anything childbirth and fertility related basically gets a blank check from the government these days. It's already in the human testing phase, so they should be able to give me one in a few years. Just got to hold on until then."

"Right, right, but why not wait then?" Mazie's coughing in his lap grew louder, and the guy reached down to pat her on the head reassuringly before moving her back down onto his cock manually. "Why all the going around dressed like that if you don't need to? It's not like you can get fertilised yet."

"Well, nobody's forcing me to do anything. The government did strongly recommend I start practicing dating as a woman for "cultural acclimitisation" or some shit like that, but again, I'm a woman. It's what women do. Of course I was going to do my duty even if it wasn't mandatory." Alara coughed into her first before taking a drink of some store-brand soda the guy had stashed in his fridge. For someone who talked about having too much money, he was also kind of a cheapskate. "That, and I was into guys before I transitioned. In a lot of ways this has made it a lot easier for me to get dates."

"Dates. Right. Because that's what men are into these days." The guy paused, and let out a low groan as his stomach flexed just beneath the table. No doubt Mazie had finished getting him off. "Ok, best not get too tired out before desert. Mazie, get up here and get some food in you. Alara can clean me off."

And that was the end of the conversation. Alara nodded to Mazie as they passed each other before kneeling down on the pillow in front of the guy's chair. He was relatively polite, all things considered: most guys wouldn't have bothered with something to kneel on. His cock lay limp and soft on the chair, so she had to really lean forward and wedge her cheek against the cushioned wood to take him into her mouth.

At first it looked like there was a chance this would just be a cleaning job, polishing the layers of spit and semen off his shaft and allowing him to comfortably tuck himself away again. But then Alara felt a hand on the back of her head, gently pushing her back and forth, and she realised she was going to be down here until he came again. And judging by the muffled sounds of him striking up a conversation with Alara at the table above them, she was going to be down here for a while.

So much for saving his energy.

Alara rolled her eyes, but ultimately this was nothing new. Hell, if she'd been back at the dorm studying, there was a chance she'd be doing the same thing for some random student with worse personal hygiene and less willingness to pay her with pizza. At the end of the day this was a good deal, relatively speaking. That, and...

The hand on the back of her head pushed her forward until she'd bottomed out, lips sealed around the base of his cock, and she couldn't help shuddering slightly at the sensation.

He still tasted like Mazie.

"You two are staying the night, since I don't know if the trains are still running and I don't have any other bedwarmers. Go get set up in the bed, I'm going to turn the lights out."

David got to work doing just that, making sure everything was in order before he went to bed as the girls beat him to it. For all he thought that modern dating was pretty strange on the face of it, one change he really appreciated was the lack of ambiguity around things now. No more delicately testing the waters, seeing if someone was into it or not with carefully loaded questions and implications. No more social deduction bullshit. Just the guy making a choice, and the women listening.

It was a change for the better. That, and the sudden rapid rise in availability of threesomes to guys like him. Overall, there were some definite improvements post-cataclysm.

After checking the locks and turning off all the non-essential electronics (he knew his bills were getting comped, it was the principal of the thing), David went to take a shower. He knew some guys relished smelling like a pig when they fucked their catches, some kind of power play thing, but honestly it had nothing to do with them either way for him. He just didn't want to go to bed still covered in ink stains and pizza grease. After towelling off, he popped Viagra (necessary for someone his age to keep up with their duties to the human race) and padded out into the hallway.

He was immediately greeted by a loose trail of women's clothing leading up to his door. Some of it was from tonight's models, some from other guests. Half of them didn't bother taking anything home with them afterwards, or got kicked out before they had the opportunity. He was probably overdue to dump most of this stuff at the local thrift place.

His room was dark when he arrived. Past the threshold it was cool and dark and quiet: he'd caved slightly during the housing selection process, picking an apartment with a really good quality bedroom. He liked to sleep.

And he liked everything else he could get up to inside.

Waiting at the foot of his bed were the two girls, kneeling on the carpeted floor waiting for him to arrive. That was some other new quirk of dating he didn't quite understand, something about getting on the bed without a man's permission seeming too ****. David didn't see the point: if they came into his house, they were getting fucked. No need for coyness. He snapped his fingers and pointed at the bed, and the two complied immediately, Mazie falling flat on her back and starfishing out as Alara delicately found an empty spot on the mattress to start kneeling again. There was a reason he'd sprung for an Alaska King Bed, and this wasn't the first time it had come in handy.

He walked over to the side of the bed, and despite it being decades since he'd needed one he still had to bite down on the old impulse to go looking for a condom. He hadn't had one in his drawer since he'd moved into this place, he wasn't sure they even sold them anymore. Still, old habits died hard. That was one last thing he liked about the new world compared to the old: there was no preamble. No bullshit negotiations, no fumbling with contraceptives. No foreplay unless he was in a rare mood for it.

All he had to do was get onto the bed, line himself up, and slide into Mazie's pussy.

She gasped softly as he let out a deep groan. That was what he'd been missing. Fluffing was all well and good to take care of an erection, but proper sex fulfilled a different need. He slid carefully back and forth, taking it slow as he got a feel for it before beginning to gradually speed up, the bed bouncing beneath him with every thrust. Mazie just smiled at him as he fucked her, hair fanned out on the bed around her face, cooing as she felt herself up while David screwed her.

Then there was Alara, sitting on the other side of the bed and staring at them while fidgeting. That girl was just plain awkward, no two ways about it. He didn't necessarily have an issue with it, beyond the once or twice it had fucked up his sketches, but it still hurt to see someone who hadn't quite figured themselves out yet. By the end of tonight, he would do his best to fuck that hesitation out of her.

And that started with getting her warmed up. He waved her over, and she hesitantly shuffled forward before her eyes went wide as he hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. Their tongues went back and forth as he brought one hand up to feel her tits: small, but delightfully soft and very sensitive judging by how she moaned into his mouth whenever he tweaked a nipple. She was going to be fun. It got to the point where he barely paid attention to the other woman beneath him, at least until he began to reach his breaking point.

He pushed Alara away, and she landed harmlessly on the mattress as she used both hands to grab Mazie by the hips, slamming in and out of her with all his might. She responded with a strange kind of wailing, obviously not pained but not entirely conscious either, increasing in pitch as he rammed into her until he finally hilted himself deep and tensed, cumming as if it was his first orgasm of the day. For all that the Elastix people got credit, the real miracle lay in how much they'd souped up the little blue pills. Who knew how many orgams in, and he was still raring to go.

That, and he knew exactly where his next creampie was going.

He grabbed Alara under the armpits and lifted her over to the other side of the bed. For all that he loved thicker girls, thin ones could be fun to pick up and manhandle, especially when they got as embarassed as Alara was. He turned her around so her back was facing him and bent her down, face pressed into the mattress and ass in the air. Seeing her in that position with Mazie just across from her, panting as rivulets of white ran from her pussy, he was struck with an idea.

He pulled Alara's head up using her bunched hair as leverage, and pushed it forward until her face was directly in front of Mazie's crotch. "Clean her up."

She must have learned her lesson from earlier, because without so much as a moment of hesitation she began to lap at Mazie's pussy with convincing enthusiasm. David left her to it, busy lining himself up with her ass. There was no need to bother fiddling around with stretching or lube or anything like that: some secondary **** in Elastix made it so that when a woman was in an aroused state, the inner walls of her ass would shift in such a way that they could successfully take penetration without lubrication while remaining pleasantly tight. Didn't do much for the discomfort, from what he'd heard, but that hadn't mattered for a long time.

Ready himself, he pressed forward, his head popping past her sphincter without issue save for a grunt of effort from Alara. He continued pushing forward, and although the way was tight, it took him less than a minute to **** himself down to the hilt in her ass.

He took back what he'd said about Elastix earlier. It was a miracle all of its own.

He drew back just a fraction, and Alara tensed beneath him, although there wasn't much else she could do with her head squeezed between Mazie's thighs and her lower body held down by David's weight. Keeping a firm hold on her hips with both hands, he began to thrust into her, shallow pulls and pushes at first that began to increase in speed and depth as he found his rhythm.

That meant he was all the more shocked when she stiffened beneath him, and he realised that she'd just come into the mattress. That didn't make any sense at all: she hadn't been playing with herself, and even the most hardcore anal sluts he ended up bringing in only got off after he wrecked them. He'd barely started with her. So why would...

Right. She had a prostate. That would make this all a lot easier.

Determined to redouble his efforts and reduce the woman beneath him to a quivering mess, he was only briefly thrown off when Mazie decided to speak up. "Hey, didn't you want me to shave at the start of this? What happened there?"

"Oh." In all honesty, he'd clean forgotten. No need to let her know that, though. "Yeah, the sketches didn't have any angles where it was an issue, in the end. It's all good." He gestured down at Alara, who he guessed had finished cleaning her classmate up and was just following orders now. "She doesn't seem to have much of a problem with it."

"Nah, she wouldn't." Mazie grinned wickedly as she reached down and patted Alara on the cheek with one hand, even as she wedged an arm between her and the bed to palm at her breast with the other. "She's just getting in some practice now, anyway. There'll be a lot more of this in her future."

"I already said I didn't need you for any more sketches."

"Not talking about that." Mazie's voice had taken on a singsong quality. "It's just that a certain someone apparently wanted to know if we had a special something after today."

Alara tried to speak up, but she was only able to mumble as she continued licking at Mazie, who pushed her head further into her crotch for her troubles. David found himself unexpectedly interested. "And? Do you?"

"Well, we're going to go talk about it later." Mazie's eyes were almost glittering in the darkened room. "But between you and me, I think there might be a spark."

"Huh. Well, that's the first time a couple I brought in for modelling ever ended up as an actual couple afterwards because of it. There's a new story I can tell at parties."

Mazie looked fascinated. "Really?"

David snorted. "Absolutely not. Do I look like the kind of guy who goes to parties? Anyway, I'm going to start riding her a little harder now."

Mazie backed up, crossing her legs as she left Alara to be pounded into the mattress. "Be my guest. She can probably use it."

Anything Alara might have been planning on saying had vanished into an incoherent chorus of grunts and moans as David pinned her arms together behind her back and wrenched her backwards by them, forcing her against his chest and his cock deeper into her ass. He used his other hand to keep her in place, one broad arm hooked around her torso as he hammered in and out of her at an angle. He watched as she moaned loudly and her perpetually hard cock twitched as dribbles of cum leaked from the tip, past the point where she could even ejaculate.

Still, as nice as the position was, he couldn't hold it forever. He continued bouncing her up and down, nearly exiting her ass with each thrust before bottoming out again, his cock as hard as it could get. Slowly, a burning warmth built up in his cock, pressure waiting to be released. Alara's voice cut out as he slammed her down onto his cock, but for once didn't pull his shaft back out again to continue bouncing her on it.

Instead, he came inside her once then twice then several times, painting her insides white and stretching her ass wide open.

He eventually withdrew with a wet pop, and leaned back on a pile of pillows with his legs spread, cock still standing proudly in the air. He pulled Mazie's head down from where she'd been leaning beside him and dragged Alara up off the bedspread, positioning the two on either side of his cock. They both got the hint and began licking, dragging their tongues up and down his shaft, doing a good job of cleaning him off and milking one last orgasm from him.

And in between licks, Alara began speaking to Mazie. "I thought you'd said you'd wait until we were out of this guy's house to discuss this."

"I changed my mind." Mazie giggled at the look of annoyance on Alara's face. "Don't blame me! You were the one who brought it up in the first place. But with that said... if I asked you to go out with me, would you say yes?"

Alara blushed red, and he had a feeling it was a combination of the question she'd just been asked and the fact he could see his cum just beginning to dribble out of her ass. With a face covered in spit and semen and an ass currently leaking cum, she didn't seem to especially want to meet Mazie's gaze as she continued lavishing David's cock.

But eventually, she found her voice again. "I... think I'd like that, yes."

Mazie cheered, and even Alara managed a quiet "yay" of excitement. David just sat back and waited, until eventually they managed to get past their beaming smiles and shy little looks at one another enough to get him off, and blasted the new lover's faces with ropes of cum.

And that was his limit for the night, pill or no. Still, that didn't mean he was unsatisfied. Far from it. And there was always tomorrow.

"Well." David settled back onto his pile of pillows, smiling wide. "I guess happy endings don't just happen in my comics. Anyway, you two clean each other off if you want to sleep in the same bed as me."

After Alara and Mazie licked each other's faces clean in a session that only twice devolved into passionate kissing, they all settled in to sleep together. Mazie spooned David's back as she slept, nearly smothering him with her tits and curling one leg over his thigh, warming him up so effectively he didn't need a blanket. And David slept with Alara held tightly in his arms, cock up her ass again as he slowly shifted back and forth in his sleep, rutting into his bedwarmer.

Alara didn't get much sleep that night. But she didn't really mind. She'd gone into this apartment expecting nothing, and come out with a stomach full of pizza and a new girlfriend. She was even probably getting this guy's phone number in the morning.

Today had been a good day.