Asha Awakens First in the Morning Heat
Yes, you first! Ironically, among the three, Asha was the first to come back to her senses.
Her eyes, soaked and dried stiff from the waves of crashing pleasure that hammered her skull like a blacksmith's mallet, blinked slowly. Thirst clawed at her throat as she swallowed, the sticky, cloying residue coating her passage. Strands of hair clung to her skin, matted and tangled in a hopeless mess. The air in the room still hung heavy with that viscous sweetness.
She scanned the surroundings in silence, and there they were—Cecil and Veronica reflected in her gaze. Cecil, who had poured herself into Asha all night until sated, lay sprawled face-down, head buried in her arms, fast asleep. Asha felt a pang of complicated emotion at the beastly sight. In the end, I was the one who allowed the potion.
Turning her head the other way, she saw Veronica lying there in an awkward sprawl. In hindsight, the tail and ears sprouting from Veronica looked oddly familiar. Realization dawned: they resembled Claudia's. That's when Asha pieced it together—why Veronica's clitoris had swollen so massively.
...What a pointless deduction at this point.
With a sigh of lament, Asha turned her attention to the issue she'd been feeling for a while now. One that needed resolving.
"...Nngh."
She slipped her fingers into the gap... and scraped out as much as she could. It had been too much to contain from the start, most of it overflowing onto the sheets... which just meant they'd unleashed an absurd amount.
"Ah... haa."
Maybe because Cecil's rod had scraped her clean on the way out, there wasn't much left. Or perhaps... it had been absorbed. Asha thought it absurd that her body was still burning hot. After being stuffed all night, it's still not enough? Even with the heat effects, isn't this overkill? If I had my original body, it probably wouldn't even stand up.
Grumbling inwardly, she carefully slid her fingers between the cleft again, scraping away. Plip, plip—droplets of Cecil's seed fell from her body. Asha shuddered, her already flushed cheeks burning deeper.
"..."
Just last night, she'd been terrified to even slip a single finger in. Asha let out a hollow chuckle. Even that breathy laugh carried heat.
In the meantime, her body grew hotter. Glancing at the window, she saw the world outside lightening bit by bit.
"Haa... heuk..."
Blame as she might, her body was heating up on its own. The cleft began to moisten again, her ears atop her head twitching upright. Her tail had already coiled tight around her thigh, squeezing her own flesh.
Asha recalled last night. The nearest memories surfaced first: scenes of her insides and mouth being ravaged. Her lower belly clenched with the thought, and she delved deeper into the past. Then came the memory that fingers could never match.
It was because of that, after all, that things ended up like this.
Recalling it, Asha felt she needed something to replace her fingers. But wandering the house wouldn't yield anything useful. Her current state made it tough anyway. She didn't even have anything like that at home, and considering cleanup... solving it right here, on the bed, seemed best.
Her gaze drifted to Cecil, curled up asleep. She shook her head inwardly. Guilt aside, that size would be too taxing—and it would defeat the purpose.
Carefully pulling the blanket over Cecil, Asha turned to Veronica. Her ears, plush and perky to every sound, still twitched. The fluffy tail remained sprouted.
Meaning the potion's effects lingered. Asha swallowed hard and crawled toward her on all fours. It wasn't far—they were on the same bed.
Veronica's face looked weary, hollowed by fatigue. Asha had instinctively shoved her rod into her mouth last night, but Veronica's stamina paled next to Cecil's, so this was expected. She had been the first of the three to pass out, after all.
Her shirt, already a ruined mess, left her lower half fully exposed. Asha felt a twinge of embarrassment... then it cooled to ice. Memories of Veronica gleefully thrusting into her yesterday flooded back.
Of course, Asha vaguely sensed there had been no malice in it... but even accounting for that, it irked her.
Her mind said one thing, but her body obeyed another, heating steadily. Saliva pooled in anticipation, her cleft clenching tight. Truth be told, Asha was hardly in her right mind anymore. She'd drunk the beastkin transformation potion too, after all. If anything, her state might be worse.
Already exposed to Cecil's seed, she'd been in heat since before waking—hell, before even opening her eyes. Surviving with that much sense intact was impressive.
I'm just looking for a finger substitute, she told herself, burying her face between Veronica's thighs. She stuck out her tongue... and began lapping at the edges like she would a woman's folds.
Slurp, slurp. A slightly vulgar wet sound echoed.
Asha's eyes glazed over. Then, Veronica's clitoris—having had time to recover from sleep—began to swell bit by bit. Soon, slick with Asha's saliva, it hardened into a rigid erection.
Asha sniffed curiously, then shifted... straddling Veronica like a beast in rut. Their faces hovered inches apart. With her clouded mind, Asha waited.
Soon, she heard the sound she craved.
"Grrrng..."
Not clumsy acting, but the same feral growl from last night leaked from Veronica's lips. Asha murmured blankly.
"...S-sorry... Veronica..."
But you used me like a toy yesterday too. So... lend it to me for a bit. You won't remember last night anyway... we're even.
Asha twitched her hips. She ground against the hot rod below, trying to angle it in, but it wasn't easy. No experience, naturally. She'd been pinned and pounded countless times, but moving her own body to relieve herself? The only time was fiddling her own cute nub in place of a rod. High difficulty for her.
Veronica's rod slipped slickly past her cleft. Fucking hell, Asha thought. No, it is a dick. But is this really what a dick feels like? Utterly irrational.
Sane Asha would lock the door in regret later, but right now, she just wanted to soothe her burning body. Immediately.
Whether misfortune or fortune, after several slips, she finally aligned Veronica's rod with her entrance. Even that left her breathless.
A few deep breaths, then Asha lowered her hips. Flesh parted with a wet squelch, and the rod slid inch by inch into her depths. Pleasure crashed over Veronica, her body jolting hard.
Savoring the invading presence, Asha unconsciously clenched around it. That alone tipped her over the edge into a light climax. Pathetic, someone might say. But perhaps that's why it moved the rational alchemist's hips.
Her mind blanked white; she couldn't answer questions now. Burying her face in Veronica's chest, shuddering, Asha finally lifted her head. Veronica's eyes blinked open, hazy.
Asha's heart plummeted. A sliver of awareness pierced her lust-fogged brain. No scene like this in the media from my past life... but it'll be fine. I heard the growl—she can't be fully awake—
"Wh-what the hell?!"
Cloudy eyes met Veronica's wide-awake stare. Danger alarms blared in Asha's head. But her body betrayed her, clenching the rod tighter than before. Hard enough to jolt Veronica fully alert.
"Ah, aha. Wh-what the... hell is... this..."
Regaining her senses, Veronica felt déjà vu. The sensation from her groin was similar—but not quite—to the white pill. And the situation felt eerily familiar...
Asha, locking eyes with her, opened her mouth. Her voice dripped heat.
"Nyaang..."
She nuzzled into Veronica's chest with a pitiful mewl. Veronica sighed, piecing it together.
Of course, it was a misunderstanding.
"Waking up to this..."
Asha felt wronged at the nuzzling complaint. She clenched again in protest.
"O-okay... I'll do it, so just... wait. Why's she like this again? And why'd I sprout one... Did you feed it to me?"
Veronica grumbled, spotting Cecil.
"...Can we at least move somewhere else?"
But all Asha could do was mewl and nuzzle, surrendering everything to Veronica.