Content Warning: Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp contains content that some readers might find disturbing, triggering, or uncomfortable. This includes sexually explicit activities, dubious consent, strong language, hateful language and slurs, and incestuous activities. Reader discretion is advised.
Verde’s Doohickey 2.0: Sensational Summer Romp
July 11th – Max’s Buff Quest Episode 2
Part 1: Max’s Quest 2 Da Future
In the realm beyond space and time, Maxwell trained her body with a rigor and diligence that was unlike anything she had ever quite committed to before. She started from the bottom, slogging her way to achieve just the bare minimum of what her sensei demanded. Yet, just like with everything, effort, dedication, and the concentrated power of will allowed her to pull forward and achieve results beyond anything she could imagine.
Through over a hundred iterations of Xandy’s trial, she had morphed her body from something dough-like into a vessel of immense strength, one which commanded respect with its mere presence. Yet, that was only the first leg of her journey. She may have had the honed body of an athlete, capable of running a marathon or benching more than her own weight, but she was still not trained in the art of fighting.
The second leg began with a clash, a battle where Maxwell, despite her immense strength, proved to be utterly helpless against the refined skill of a dinosaur with boxing gloves. So, she trained anew, learning how to use this body she developed, starting from the basics. How to throw a punch, block a blow, dodge, weave, kick, counter, and grapple. All the essentials of fighting were covered, practiced, and practiced until they became second nature. Maxwell went from lasting ten seconds against Xandy to twenty, then thirty, and eventually a full minute before he brutally knocked her lights out.
Frustration followed, doubt persisted, yet Xandy did not allow her to get discouraged, eventually concluding that, perhaps, what she needed was a change of scenery. Through a tap of his cane, the door out of this room opened, and the two suddenly found themselves as far away from Oransen as they could imagine. Not only were they cast away into a new Scenario, a new location, but a different country on a different continent, in a different era. For they were at none other than the illustrious Sky Trigger University in Sudan, Africa, in the year 2225.
It was a total enigma to Maxwell, a nonsensical mystery with no basis in anything she knew, yet it was a place of a certain significance to Verde Dusk, for she ventured off to this world just a few years ago in Psycho Bullet Festival 2222. Sure, Verde may have never stepped foot in Sky Trigger University herself, but throughout the Scenario, it had proven itself to be a central location and the home for many. It was the current residence of those from her earlier ventures who were left abandoned in worlds that merely ended. They were all given new lives, new opportunities to thrive in a world over 150 years divorced from war, from broader conflict.
Maxwell spent the past week in this world, looking around the futuristic university, bearing witness to technology indistinguishable from magic, meeting these vagabonds of forgotten Scenarios. She could have easily lost herself in this new world, possibly even made it her home. However, she was not here to act as a tourist. She was here to train in a new environment, and from sun rise to sunset, she did just that, honing herself in the Sky Trigger University gymnasium and receiving lessons from its teachers.
Rather than regale in the intricacies of this formative adventure, however, the powers of the world dictate that things begin in media res, for this is still meant to be a Scenario about a sensational summer romp.
Part 2: Max’s Max Training
Date: Monday, July 11, 2225
Time: 12:37 UTC (Coordinated Universal Time)
Location: Sky Trigger University, Sudan
The midday sun hung high overhead across Sky Trigger University, a truly massive educational establishment that was like a town in of itself, with its many campuses spread far and wide, connected through buses and trolleys, and thriving with life even in the summer off-season. Student from all over the world gathered here to study, pursue their passions, and form bonds that made them closer with not only others, but humanity as a whole.
Unfortunately for Maxwell, she was partitioned away from the gaggle of young people who would just love meeting a transdimensional time-traveler, and was instead hitting the gym. It was a large, pristine and decidedly professional assortment of equipment, spread across multiple rooms and featuring every amenity an athlete could want. It was sparsely populated, with only a few dedicated athletes in the middle of their extended routines. Music was blasting into their ears to keep them motivated while they focused inwardly, and not on what was going on in the boxing ring.
Through what amounted to months of training, Maxwell’s body had been radically transformed. Her stature rose from a respectable 177 centimeters to 183, clearly passing the coveted six foot threshold. While her body’s weight went down to a mere 80 kilograms, what was there had been obsessively optimized. The fatty rolls of her chest had been hardened into six-pack abs, presented plainly as she stood without a shirt. Arms had slimmed and expanded as plainly visible muscles developed, easily capable of tackling her own body weight and then some. Her legs had ditched the lumbering thighs that frustrated her during her runs and had been optimized in both form and practice, easily dancing around the boxing ring as she moved with finesse, before launching a firm kick at at her training partner. She was prioritizing upper body strength, but from that single impact it was clear that she hadn’t skipped out on leg day.
Her body from the neck down looked impressive, if not imposing, yet the changes also extended to her face. Maxwell’s visage had a boyish look to it enhanced by the way the fat rested around her cheeks, yet this new and improved Maxwell almost looked like a different person. The features of a matured face were not prominent to all who looked on at it, with a strong jawline and handsome features, given charm from the sprinkling of black freckles that remained on her face. While her hair was trimmed from a wafting mop to something shorter and more focused, as stylish as one’s hair could be while sweating like an ox 12 hours a day.
She was a bit too built to grace the cover of a woman’s magazine, and did not undergo the physical abuse needed to be a bodybuilder model, but there was little argument that she had undergone a true physical transformation.
In fact, she was no longer Maxwell as she had been before. She was Maximillion. Maximillion Alpha Flare!
Maximillion looked to be a man among men, one that would catch the eye of any sane person, and one that seemed to have nearly every desirable physical trait of a 21st century ideal of a man. …Except for what they had beneath their training trunks.
Taking a brief moment to grab a swig from her sports drink bottle, Maximillion returned her attention to the training ring, where her partner stood in the center, punching mitts in hand, sweatsuit covering their person, and headgear shielding their face. Maximillion smirked and slapped her boxing gloves together, signaling to the partner they were ready for the next round. The partner nodded, gesturing at Maximillion to come on, and she promptly did.
Maximillion: “You’ve still got room for a pummeling? Well, I can do this all day!”
Alongside her change in appearance, Maximillion also spoke with more bravado and deeper inflection than her prior incarnation. The awkward twang of adolescence had been expelled from her throat and replace with something smooth. Something that resonated when it spoke in confident terms. And with a body like Maximillion’s, it was easy to appear confident.
Adopting a stance drilled into her throughout her training, Maximillion began pummeling her partner, smacking their mitts with care and precision as her arms swung with a speed and force that would make most people pause in awe. Her finesse was without question as she hopped about and unleashed a flurry of blows with the greatest of ease… but then she began singing as she went to town on her partner.
As Maximillion sparred with her partner, her ears rang loud with the sounds of the hit 1999 album Pokémon 2.B.A. Master. Rather than just listen to her beats, she decided to spruce up her training by singing along to the lyrics as track three, Viridian City, kicked off. Well, she sang along, but adapted the lyrics to better fit her strange situation.
Maximillion: “On my quest, on my quest!“
Maximillion: “On my quest, on my quest!“
Maximillion: “Yeah, I’m on my quest for a really large penis! Penis!“
Maximillion: “On a quest, on the quest, on my quest! On my quest for a really large penis! Yo, yo, I’m questin’ nice!“
Maximillion: “I’ve built myself, and I’m still training all day long. I’m on this path, and gettin’ strong. I’m gettin’ strong, yeah, I’m gettin’ strong.“
Maximillion: “I’ve got my plan; I’ll go head on to the future— future— and grind up some E-X-P. Gotta level up, gotta level up!“
Maximillion: “So I keep on fightin’— fightin’— and then I’ll fight some more— ‘Cos that’s the price for the everything I’m working for!“
Maximillion: “Oh-oh! I’m on a stride! I’m on my quest for a really large penis! Penis! I’ve even met some friends along the way! I’m questin’ nice!“
Maximillion: “I’m on my quest for a really large penis! Really large penis! I’ve got the balls and the power to slay!“
Maximillion: “Yeah, I’m gettin’ there. I’m doing swell. I’m feeling it. A really large penis!“
Maximillion: “I miss my friends, but I know this is all worth it. Worth it! But one day I’ll come back to Oransen! Come on back, heh, cum on back!“
Maximillion: “This is the price I must pay for the greatest penis. Penis! And I won’t quit till I’m the top cock! Footlong, footlong, gotta get footlong!“
Maximillion: “So I keep on fightin’— fightin’— and then I’ll fight some mo—“
As Maximillion vibed in this punching groove, she inadvertently misaligned one of her punches, smacking her partner in their masked face. They fell to the bouncy bottom of the ring like a sack of potatoes, and the good times were immediately paused.
Maximillion: “Ah crap! I’m so sorry buddy, you alright?”
Tossing off her boxing gloves, Maximillion threw herself to the floor and tore the safety equipment off of her partner, revealing his brown hands and his face. A face that immediately raised… questions.
They were a young man with a distinctly brown complexion, black hair long enough to cover his ears, and a face that still retained a certain amount of boyish cuteness. However, there was one element that made his visage look overly familiar, and that was the black freckles scattered across his nose and cheeks. The exact arrangement of these freckles were different, but the resemblance between this young man and Maximillion was without question. He was trim, fit, about average height, but nowhere near as buff as Maximillion was. In fact, he looked exactly like what Maxxie had originally hoped her TransSex form had been.
Once the equipment was removed from his person, the Max lookalike sat on the boxing ring, looking no worse for wear, though he was at least a smidgen annoyed.
Max Lookalike: “Y-Yeah, I’m fine. But do you now realize why it’s a bad idea to listen to music, let alone sing, when sparring with someone?”
The Max lookalike spoke with a voice that had a level of raspiness to it, sounding at least as mature as Maximillion, but he distinctly lacked her smoother tone. The difference was perceptible, but listening to them talk was like listening to a voice actor having a conversation with themself.
Maximillion: “Yeah, yeah, I knew it was a bad idea, but I gotta keep things entertaining, ya mean?”
Max Lookalike: “‘You mean?’ What does that—”
Maximillion: “‘Ya mean’ is 21st century slang for ‘do you know what I mean,’ that I guess didn’t last two centuries.”
Max Lookalike: “…Fair enough. Not like I got to experience the 21st century for myself…”
Maximillion: “For reals? Damn, you are definitely different from me, Max Zeta.”
Max Zeta: “And despite the way you look, you aren’t so different from Maxxie Akari… Maximillion.”
Maximillion: “Yeah, I’m never gonna get used to that naming scheme. …You wanna break for lunch?”
Max Zeta: “Absolutely. Exercise always makes me hungry these days…”
Discarding their gear at the designated spot, the two Maxes, looking like a pair of brothers, moseyed through the gym and out into one of STU’s many cafeterias. Despite being in the 23rd century, the general structure was the same as ever, with bench-style seating, large tables, and a cacophony of noise from idle chatter that, fortunately, did not bother either Max.
Both were slightly out of place walking up to the meal line, with Maximillion stinking like a man fresh from a workout and going shirtless, while Max Zeta was only slightly better in his sweats and T-shirt with pit stains. However, people did not seem to care. With such proximity to the gym, a sight like this was probably pretty typical. Grabbing some fruit, veggies, protein, and beverages, the two plopped down on an isolated table to begin their meal and resume their conversation.
Maximillion: “Remind me again why you’re Max Zeta?”
Max Zeta: “‘Cos that’s my name. Maxxisaurus Zeta Flare.”
Maximillion: “That’s what you said last time, and Imma still call that horseshit! There’s no way someone else would name their kid Maxxisaurus. I am the only person in the world to have that as their legal name. I checked.”
Max Zeta: “Well, we’re not in your world, so how do you like that?”
Maximillion: “I don’t, plain and simple. All my life I figured I was unique, that I was me, but now I need to contend with the fact that not only is there another one of me, but two of me, and one of them’s a trans dude.”
To make who she was referring to abundantly clear, Maximillion pointed at Max Zeta upon saying “trans dude.”
Max Zeta: “Says the alleged woman who was singing about how much she wants a ‘really large penis.'”
Maximillion: “It’s a sometimes penis, thank you very much.”
With that quip, Maximillion scarfed down a piece of grilled chicken, savoring the flavor before downing it with a sports drink and stifling a belch.
Maximillion: “…Actually, lemme make sure that I’m keeping it a buck. In this world, the world of Psycho Bullet Festival, history progressed in a very different way, and the timescale was all squirrelly. Ken and Elly Flare were among the wealthiest people on the planet, and you were their pride and joy daughter, Maxxie Zeta Flare. Your younger sibling was named Tyler Flare, and they were constantly rejected by this world’s Ken and Elly for not being good enough. This rejection led ‘Tyler’ to kill them, and kill you in the process. Because ‘Tyler’ loved you, like super-duper loved you, they wanted to become you, to keep you alive in some twisted way, and did all they could to become you. Or, I guess, who they thought Maxxie Zeta Flare was.”
Max Zeta: “Pretty much. In doing so, Terra went a little nuts—”
Maximillion: “More than a little nuts. She went metric tons o’ nuts! She destroyed the world, raped a teenage girl, and tried to steal your world’s Abigale Quinlan’s superpowers. Which, uh, I knew she had that Snap Burst thing, that she was immortal, that she was super strong, but your Abigale Quinlan can control the weather?”
Max Zeta: “…Yes. All of that is true. Though, I would like to add that Terra’s abuse of Jack was over 200 years ago. She dedicated her life to bettering the world, and there’s a reason why I don’t like to bring up her past. Trauma is a flimsy excuse for one’s actions, but she simply is not the person I knew back in 1999. She is not the person who inadvertently destroyed the world. But she is my sister, and I love her.”
Maximillion: “Yeah, no, I get that, all of that is simple by comparison. …But how exactly did you come back to life again? You hatched out of an egg, saw your Terra, then came out as trans and got future transition tech to give you your boy body?”
Max Zeta: “I would rather not discuss the egg thing, but yes. I died, came back to life, and now, here I am, living at Sky Trigger University along a merry band of other DDIs. Or Dimensionally Displaced Individuals.”
Maximillion: “Most of which are scattered across the world at this point. Just my luck. Verde is like a dastardly djinn sometimes with how she grants wishes. ‘Oh, I’m gonna send you to the future, but that’s just so you can train and work harder, you can’t just take a summer vay-cay in a literal 23rd century utopia.’ What a jerk.”
???: “You know, you really sound like a spoiled rich girl right now.”
Turning around, Maximillion saw what looked to be… herself, as she was in her normal or base form. A cute Blasian girl with messy dark hair, iconic freckles, and chipper disposition you could spot on sight. The only things differentiating her from the established Maxxie Flare was how she was thinner, lacking a couple kilograms and how her hair was slightly lighter, bearing an almost purplish hue to it, but that could have just been a trick of the light. Her form was dressed in a simple purple summer dress, clearly not trying to do much other than beat the mild heat and stay comfy. Her name was Maxxisaurus Akari Flare, or just Maxxie Akari as they have taken to calling her.
Max Zeta Flare was the Maxxisaurus Flare from this world, the Maxxisaurus Flare referenced in Psycho Bullet Festival: The Odyssey of Abigale Quinlan and who made his debut appearance in Psycho Bullet Festival 2222.
Meanwhile, Maxxie Akari Flare was the Maxxisaurus Flare of the Scenario My Life As Abigale Quinlan, who was later copied over to this current world in the finale of Psycho Bullet Festival 2222. Unlike the complex history of Max Zeta, her backstory was quite simple. She was a regular high school girl, a little eccentric, a bit of an art prodigy, whose life turned upside down when her best friend, Jad Spencer, shot up her high school. In reality, it was just someone using his body, and with her home world a distant memory, she was well past that unpleasantness.
Maxxie Akari: “So, how’s the training going, boys? You making strides, or are you too busy soaking in the sights?”
Maximillion: “I wish I was soaking in the sights! Alas, Xandy said that I would get twelve lashings if I stepped foot out of STU.”
Maxxie Akari: “Bummer majores. STU’s nice, it’s a good place to life if you wanna learn all there is to learn, but being trapped here is like being trapped in a five star hotel. Swanky, but given enough time it’ll make you primo psycho. So, how much longer are you actually going to be here?”
Maximillion: “I dunno! Could be a day, could be a year. Xandy just said that I would know when I’m ready. So… I guess it’s back to the gym with me.”
Max Zeta: “Actually, uh, Akari, are you willing to sub for me and—”
Maxxie Akari: “NOPE! It’s bad enough that my partner’s too busy to help me with The Cyberspacian V23 Part V: Valiant Victorious, but now he’s asking me to do strength and conditioning with him? No, thank you!”
Max Zeta: “Will you at least join me in helping our brotha from an AU motha?”
Maxxie Akari: “…Well, when you put it like that I’d be an asshole if I said no.”
Maximillion: “Hold up, what’s that Cyberspacian thing? You said it’s VR? Can I give it a whirl? Xandy doesn’t need to know and—”
Max Zeta & Maxxie Akari: “No!”
Maximillion: “What? C’mon! You said it’s only about an hour long!”
Max Zeta: “If you gave Greek philosopher a modern pudding cup, you would make him into a junkie.”
Maxxie Akari: “And if you experienced 2225 VR tech, it would ruin video games for you, forever.”
Furrowing her brow and downing the last of her lunch, Maximillion stood up from her seat and headed back to the gym in a hissy huff. The other Maxes, or perhaps Maxxies, followed suit, knowing they could not let their alternate universe doppelgänger dawdle about unattended.
Part 3: Max’s Hard Cock Training
Date: Monday, July 11, 2225
Time: 13:48 UTC (Coordinated Universal Time)
Location: Sky Trigger University, Sudan
After wrapping up their quick lunch, Maximillion returned to the gym and shifted from refining her punching technique to training her ass at a squat machine as she bitterly stared at her fellow Maxxies. Neither were working out, and were instead on what Maximillion could only describe as tablets. It was a tad strange, seeing what looked like souped up 2010s tech just used casually in an era so far removed, yet she was more annoyed that she couldn’t use it, and was instead forced to work out ad nauseam. Her scowl was plain to see through just a cursory glance, but she simply stewed in these frustrations. Her bitterness rose by the minute. Her mind buzzed as she considered how much faster this would all be if she took that dang road trip with Haruki.
Maximillion: “Hey, Xandy! I know you’re listening. Or you probably should be! If you want to give me a hint on how to progress, so I don’t have to spend the rest of the summer working out, that’d be tits. Pleasies, thanksums, and remember what I toldja! I don’t know what I’m s’posta do unless you TELL ME!”
???: “Well fuck my ass and call me a Christian. Mistress Dusk really did add a third Max to the batch.”
Curious, Maximillion looked over at this new voice, and what she saw was a humanoid automaton known as a Machi. These were all over the place in the future, functioning as companions, assistants, and confidants of nearly every person in the year 2225. They had the shape of humans, and dressed in clothes like them, yet their skin was clearly made of a form of plastic, and their faces were designed to register as human-like, but never look too humanoid. They were everywhere, even in Sky Trigger University, so the initial awe factor had faded over the span of three days.
This Machi, however, was something different. They had floppy yellow “hair” that was more like a piece of squishy plastic than actual hair, bright blue lights for eyes, a lavender shell that masqueraded as skin, and visible joints connecting their components. They were shorter than the typical person, and were wearing what amounted to leather shorts and a leather sports bra, despite not having any breasts to speak of. The Machi looked “normal” as far as Maxxie could tell, but their voice struck her as off. It sounded like an adult woman impersonating a young boy, not doing a particularly good job of it, and that alone was enough to confirm her suspicions.
Maximillion: “Hol’ up a minute, you wouldn’t happen to be Peatrice, would you? Xandy said you’d be—”
Peatrice: “Guilty as a saint~! For a jock, you seem to have quite the intuition, Maxxie-man. Do be a solid and tell me which Maxxie you’re supposed to be?”
Rather than answer with her words, like a civilized person, Maximillion stood up from the leg press, standing tall, and stared down at Peatrice, practically towering over him. He was not intimidating, letting out a snicker as Maximillion drew near.
Maximillion: “You’re the same Peatrice who fucked my girlfriend?”
Peatrice: “Eh, that was the plan, but she fucked me in the end. I came inside her though, so that’s a dubya for me!”
Every syllable uttered by this purple synthetic person made the rage on Maximillion’s face grow, doubling by the time he finished his line.
Maximillion: “You’re the same Peatrice who shot up my fucking high school, abused my girlfriend until she became a rapist, a monster, and until she killed me and everyone she loved?”
Peatrice: “Eh, technically my sense of self forked after that point, but I’ll gladly take the credit. The Malice of Abigale Quinlan was one of my finest hours. I’d like to take credit for The Dominance of Abigale Quinlan too, but I was indisposed causing a second school shooting, spreading trauma, and bombing the innocent. Oh, how I miss those halcyon days of relentless carnage. Being a pacifist is fine, but every day after penning Peatrice and the Genocide Manifesto, the urge to kill grows greater.”
Listening to the utter crap pouring out of Peatrice’s mouth only continued to calcify Maximillion’s anger. Her scowl became intense, her fists were shaking with frustration, and she looked like she was about to unleash herself before Peatrice. Yet, she restrained herself… for now.
Maximillion: “You know, I thought I got all my hatred out of my system after Jade became Jade. I thought you were a joke after Jade showed me that you had been put in the body of a damn dildo. But seeing you here, right in front of me, with these muscles, with all of this literal testosterone pumping through my veins, I think it’s time for me to actually fight someone. And I can think of no one else deserving of a pummeling!”
Peatrice: “…Really? Not even Hitl—”
Before Peatrice could be an ass and compare himself to one of the evilest men to ever live, Maximillion had grabbed him by the neck and thrown him 15 meters, slamming into a bench press kit. The kit remained standing, but Peatrice’s robotic body flopped to the floor, where he struggled to get up. He almost made it, but Maximillion stomped her sneaker-clad foot onto his head, pounding it into the rubbery floor. Peatrice just barely craned his head up enough to see Maximillion’s face, and what he saw was not the giddy genki girl that he had come to view Maxxie as. Instead, he only saw rage.
Maximillion: “YEP! That still makes me feel better! Now I have to wonder how much better I’ll feel after I who you what I can really do now!”
Peatrice: “H-Hey, you’re supposed to be the funny one! Isn’t this a little out of character for—”
Maximillion: “SHUT UP YOU POMPOUS COCK! Everything might have worked out splendidly in the end, but now that I have you to myself, I’m not going to let you go with just one good hit! He who fucking murders my friends will get fucked up!”
As she spoke, Maximillion grabbed Peatrice by the neck, looking like she was about to wry the life out of his person one way or another. The gym was effectively empty at the moment— not many people work out after lunch— but Maxxie Akari could not just let this happen while she idly sat by.
Maxxie Akari: “M-Maxxie, I know that you’re angry, but violence isn’t—”
Max Zeta: “Nah, let her. We’ve both wanted to do this to Peatrice more than once.”
Maxxie Akari: “I guess but—”
Max Zeta: “She’s a fighter, fighters gotta fight, and Peatrice is overdo for a proper ass-whooping.”
Faced with Max Zeta’s sensible analysis, Maxxie Akari sat herself down on the bench and watched as Maximillion resumed her pummeling of Peatrice. The lavender-colored freak mouthed some flavor of insult at the two spectators while Maximillion slammed his body to the floor. He winced and gagged from the impact. Despite the rubber coating, it was pure concrete underneath them, and Peatrice felt something in his robotic body jostle in a way it wasn’t supposed to. He tried getting up, forcing his shell to respond to his commands, but Maximillion pinned him down before he could.
A Machi’s body was meant to lift well over 100 kilograms by design, capable of defending itself, or at least avoiding harm. However, Peatrice’s body was specifically modified to render him harmless, unable to resist anyone if they decided to wail on him. With Maximillion’s firm arms wrapped around his body, pinned to the floor, there was no way for Peatrice to escape… except for one.
The robotic butthole of Peatrice’s Machi body sprang open and unleashed something the size of a forearm, flying out of his synthetic anus and into the shorts where it vigorously wiggled itself free, flopping onto the floor. It was a massive 69-centimeter-long chunk of purple silicone, shaped like a penis— a giant purple dildo— that bounced on the floor. It laid static for a second, before springing to life, floating a meter off the ground and revealing yellow eyes that would look more fitting on an anime character than a dildo. …As if anything would look appropriate on a dildo.
The two Maxxies in the audience, looked at the floating dildo like it was nothing special, normal as could be, while Maximillion smirked as she laid eyes on her true target.
Maximillion: “Holy shit, you really are a flying dildo!”
Peatrice: “I’m a talking phallus with big cartoon eyes, but the fact that I can float is what you can’t believe?”
Maximillion: “Yeah! Getting something to talk and giving it eyes is easy. That’s just speakers and cameras. But I’ve never made anything float before!”
Throwing Peatrice’s emptied shell of a body away, Maximillion redirected her attention at the foe floating before her, adopting the standard stance Xandy had forced her to commit to muscle memory and searching for an opening. Peatrice, rather than just fly up to the ceiling, ram into a ventilation shaft, or walk out into the hallway, chose to stand his ground. He began by wiggling himself as if he were a floating sword facing off against an opponent before making the first strike, thrusting himself toward Maximillion with speed and vigor that would make most immediately flinch. Maximillion… was not the type to flinch at the sight of cock, and the moment Peatrice had come into her range, he had already lost.
Maximillion snatched Peatrice by the head, blinding him before planting him down onto the floor, balls first. He jittered in rage as he felt his body become stuck on this floor, trying to move his silicone testicles around like they were feet, but all Maximillion needed was 5 seconds to yank down her shorts and boxers. Peatrice stared directly at Maximillion’s 4 inch cock, flaccid and unimpressive, surrounded by a figure forged by effort and magic alike.
Peatrice: “D’aw, that’s adorable. Yours is even smaller than Jade’s dick. Y’know, if you want to make it bigger, I’ve got a few tips ‘n’ tricks that you—”
Maximillion: “Shaddup! My penis has nothing to do with you. But you know what does? My finely trained ass!”
Doing a 180, Maximillion showed Peatrice her aforementioned butt, and he flinched as he saw it. Behind the baggy boxing shorts, it was hard to scope out the state of Maximillion’s ass, but it was positively pristine. The type of man’s ass that would make women jealous, the type of ass that would shame a less secure man, and the type of ass that could only be achieved such perfection through (effectively) months of training.
Maximillion: “You like that? I call it my gluteus maxxie-mus! And you’re about to get very intimate with it.”
Peatrice: “Ooh la la~! You do realize a sexy man’s ass is my third favorite place to be, right? Whatever did I do to deserve such a good time?”
Maximillion: “Oh, that’s what you think? Ha! I’m not here to fuck you, Peatrice. This is not anal. This is ass torture… for you!”
Flicking his eyebrows into a skewed expression, Peatrice swiftly found himself beset by two looming ass cheeks crashing down onto his person, submerging him in a tight, narrow passageway of finely tuned muscles that just did not seem to end. The typical man’s rectum could not even account for a foot’s worth of something, yet Maximillion kept packing inch after inch of Peatrice into her pooper, grunting and groaning as Peatrice cackled in a voice thoroughly muffled by the density of Maximillion’s rear.
Peatrice: “You think you can defeat me in a game of sex? You’re a damn amateur by comparison! Just give me a moment to begin thrusting, and you’ll fold just like that.”
Maximillion: “If it didn’t work on Jade, why the hell would that work on me?”
Peatrice: “Well, Jade didn’t use her asshole for once, and with your prostate within licking distance—”
Within Maximillion’s ass, Peatrice suddenly found his quarters far tighter, with pressure being exerted on all sides of his body. He tried to lift himself up, off of the ground Maximillion had so eagerly placed him there, yet the weight of her body kept him pinned down. He tried to move, but could not even budge within this rectal vise grip. He would have cried out, would have resisted… if it hadn’t felt so damn good.
Every part of Peatrice’s body was an erogenous zone, and every part, but the balls were being catered right now, coated in hot warm pressure, so close that he could feel Maximillion’s beating heart. He was used to fucking— sex was his hobby— but it was rare for him, a giant dick, to ever feel dominated like this. If he had a mouth, he would be drooling, but without anything of the sort, he merely felt himself eke closer and closer to a climax, about ready to unleash… only to find himself unable to bust.
His pseudo urethra was sealed by pressure. There was so much tension around his shaft that nothing had any hope of shooting through. And his balls that somehow contained a semen-like fluid for reasons nobody understood began to ache with anticipation. Peatrice wanted out, wanted release, but Maximillion refused to relent. She merely stood there, her ass extended, legs bent, and convictions steeled as she put all her strength into her asshole. Her dick rose as the pressure titillated her so, yet she left her meager meat unattended, shutting her eyes and focusing her inner strength, grunting as she attempted to manifest power.
Her mind flashed back to the rage she felt upon learning the truth. The very idea of someone manipulating, abusing and morphing her into a monster, a monster that killed her sister, her mother, her father, Babs, her friends, and destroyed her whole fucking town made her swell with anger. Knowing that she was oblivious to this truth, unable to help Jade for months as she suffered through this trauma, this guilt, made her howl in fury. And the idea of enacting revenge upon this disgusting thing, of killing it with something it had been forced to embody… it was the only positive thought she allowed to grace her mind.
She was pissed, she was done, she had worked for weeks, maybe months to accumulate this strength, wanting to use it on someone deserving of pain, and this was the perfect target. All she had to do was go further, further, and further.
Peatrice: “Hahahaha! You’re still trying this hard, but it’s not going to work. You may be a true pervert, but you are incapable of defeating me. Jade wasn’t. I just allowed her to feel like she had won.”
Maximillion: “Keep it up, every word you say just gives me more power!”
Peatrice: “Do you seriously think you can defeat me in the battle of sex? None have come close, and I have become something of a connoisseur of sex around these parts. Always the winner, always the dominant, able to fuck and fuck some more, and I will fuck you into the ground before you know it. Because at the end of the day, you are a mere submissive, born with a maiden’s heart, cosplaying as a man of a strong caliber. And if you relent, I can leave you sloppy in pleasure. Just give up and—”
Despite being so wound up that he couldn’t even bust, Peatrice felt Maximillion’s ass muscles clench tighter around his person. So much as speaking went from a concentrated effort to nearly impossible as the tightness kept growing, not stopping.
Maximillion: “Don’t pretend that you know a damn thing about me, Peatrice? I am Maxxisaurus Omega Flare… most of the time. I don’t give up, don’t surrender, and know the value of putting my ALL into what I care about. It’s how I’ve gotten so far, and how I’ve gotten this body! I have committed myself to becoming a man among men. Not full-time, but sometimes at the very least. And if you don’t believe me… I guess I need to go all out. To go past 100% to 120%! Then you will see the power of my convictions. Then you will see that I am a man!”
As that phrase, made iconic by some Minnesotan comic book reviewer, left her mouth, Maximillion’s ass clenched so hard that they practically sealed. The muscles wedged themselves together, smashing, liquifying, everything between them with the strength of twin hammers. The hot, billowing, and positively spicy liquid splattered upwards, reaching Maximillion’s large intestine as she yelped in shock, bringing her to a new extreme.
Her dick, having been left unattended to since this ass battle began, had been brought to cum through this coursing pressure against her prostate. Cum flew out of her cock and landed a foot away from her. The long stretchy dollop of white jizz looked almost majestic as it splattered against the floor, captured within Maximillion’s eyes. The first wave was followed by another, and a third, as Maximillion fell to the ground in relief, slamming her sore ass into a hot goopy substance as her mind floated to a new high. The high of an orgasm and the high of victory mingled into something glorious, and it took all of Maximillion’s focus to not fall over, to bask in the sheer sense of being in this particular moment.
As she came down from this high, Maximillion looked down at her dick, sitting on her balls, and looking familiar… but different. While it was flaccid, Maximillion had seen her dick in intimate detail before, and knew that this was not her dick. It was bigger. Taking her hand to it and stretching it slightly, she approximated that it was 25% larger. Or, in other words, her dick had grown an inch.
Maximillion: “Oh hell yes! Max! Maxxie! Get a load of this, my dick just got bigger! I don’t know why, but it just did!”
Though she attempted to stand up as she said that, her ass was so sore from her rectal crushing that she was not going to be moving without assistance. However, Maxxie Akari and Max Zeta both moseyed over to see what Maximillion was doing, and gave her dick a thorough looksie.
Maxxie Akari: “Yep, that’s a penis alright. …And it is bigger than it was last night.”
Max Zeta: “Yeah, but it’s still pretty small though.”
Maximillion: “Huh? Look, it’s not an 8 incher like yours, but it’s now average size.”
Maxxie Akari: “Maybe back in 2015, but not nowadays.”
Max Zeta: “Mine is considered average by 2225 standards.”
Maximillion: “WHAT? So I’ve still got a micro-penis? Sonuva milkman.”
As Maximillion played with her penis, the pool of purple fluids she was sitting in began to move, shifting along the floor as it congealed between the three Maxxies, growing into a narrow tube that rapidly took the form of a familiar phallus. Despite being liquified by Maximillion’s asshole, Peatrice was now right as rain and staring at Maximillion’s penis with his trademark yellow eyes.
Peatrice: “Huh. Who knew that the secret to a bigger dick was to crush another one in your asshole?”
Maximillion: “…Uh, I probably should not be asking this, but how did you do that? For a second there, I thought I actually killed you.”
Her attempts at joking about murdering a talking dildo were funny to her, but that could have just been the post-orgasm high.
Peatrice: “Nanomachines, son!“
Maximillion: “Bullshit.”
Maxxie Akari: “Wrong!”
Max Zeta: “Spoken like a true liar.”
Peatrice: “Okay, fine. It’s regular old bargain-basement god magic. There is no scientific reason for my continued existence. I simply am.”
Maximillion: “And if you know what’s best for you, you’ll leave my sight. Now.”
For as non-threatening as a naked man who cannot stand up may be, Peatrice had already been defeated once today, and had enough pride to not throw himself into another conflict. He simply huffed in disapproval before he slotted himself back into his Machi body and limped away, one of his legs limping from Maximillion’s bashing.
Part 4: Max’s Battle Training
Date: Monday, July 11, 2225
Time: 15:11 UTC (Coordinated Universal Time)
Location: Sky Trigger University, Sudan
Following her messy encounter with Peatrice, and a restorative injection of… something from the first aid station at the gym, Maximillion was feeling right as just super. Following a particularly long time in the shower, she was walking out with a gallant pep in her step, dressed only in a fresh pair of trunks. Max Zeta and Maxxie Akari looked at her as she strutted out, both having seemingly kept themselves busy with their tablets.
Maximillion: “So how’s it going? Have either of you figured out why ass-crushing Peatrice made my dick grow bigger?”
Maxxie Akari: “Uh, you expected us to do that?”
Max Zeta: “I thought you were just being sarcastic. Literally, how would we ever figure that out?”
Maxxie Akari: “Yeah! You can’t science out an explanation for magic! Especially not when we’re three degrees removed from where things made any sort of logical sense!”
Maximillion: “Hmph! And here I gave you extra time and everything.”
Max Zeta: “You were going to jerk off in the shower anyway!”
Maximillion: “Yeah, but the second time was for you!”
???: “No matter the permutation, I suppose any conversation between Maxxisauruses will only last a few minutes before it devolves into a conversation about sex.”
As a fourth voice joined in on their conversation, the Maxxies turned to see Xandy the British talking velociraptor standing before them. He looked as dapper as usual with his top hat, bow tie, and cane in one hand— or rather claw— and a wine glass full of pink lemonade in the other. He took a sip of his beverage as he stared at the dimensionally displaced trio and allowed his sudden appearance to settle with them. Maximillion only needed a second to react.
Maximillion: “Xandy! After being around you for so long, I almost missed ya buddy! Now let—”
Mid-sentence, Maximillion lunged at Xandy, attempting to wrap her arms around him, but the dinosaur was quick on his feet and avoided his deshi’s grip, smacking her on the head with his cane as he found his footing.
Maximillion: “Yowch! That still smarts…”
Xandy: “As I have told you dozens of times, I shan’t let you hug me willy-nilly like that. A sensei’s hugs and affection must be earned for them to have meaning. But that is not why I am here. You wish to know—”
Maximillion: “About my penis! Why’d it get bigger?”
Xandy: “Because, my pupil, you demonstrated a level of strength and conviction. Your body has been programmed to release these certain traits upon achieving certain thresholds, and your physical encounter with the talking phallus met one of those criterion.”
Maximillion: “…Which one?”
Xandy: “I am deliberate with how I distribute information, deshi.”
Maximillion: “Uh-huh. Just dropping me in the future was a deliberate decision? You expected something like this? Suuurrreee.”
For her profound expression of sass, Xandy whipped his tail at Maximillion, and though she was able to dodge it, she was not able to dodge his cane as it struck her head once more.
Maximillion: “GAH! You’re gonna give me brain damage at this point!”
Xandy: “You have proven your ability to find conflict, and a future challenger is near. However, before you can take them on, I believe it would be best to begin your training with someone of a lesser caliber.”
Maximillion: “Huh? You mean I finally have my first real opponent? About damn time too. Let’s see… I already went to the future, so do I need to go back to the past and fight my ancestor or something?”
Xandy: “Not quite. There is much that can be learned from the past, but the past is… relative in a world such as this, and your first true opponent comes from someplace familiar yet distant.”
Max Zeta: “…Could you just get on with it and start the fight?”
Maxxie Akari: “Yeah! That’s what we’ve been waiting for!”
Max Zeta & Maxxie Akari: “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
Max Zeta & Maxxie Akari & Maximillion: “Fight! Fight! Fight!”
Xandy shook his head in a positively comical manner as these three Maxxisauruses demanded violence. He silently relented, turning his attention to the door leading out of this gym, that would take them to the various sports fields within Sky Trigger University. Xandy silently walked out the door, expecting the three Maxxies to follow him, and they did, silently cruising behind their dinosaur friend as he ventured out to a baseball diamond. It was a simple collection of dirt and grass, white plates, a fence behind the catcher’s box and the periphery, something you could find at any standard American baseball field. There was not a soul was around for at least a hundred meters in any direction, and while the summer heat was intense, the clouds in the sky prevented things from getting too hot.
With Maximillion’s patience about spent, Xandy took to the field and tapped his cane on the ground three times. It was a simple gesture, but the three Maxxies grew silent as it happened, knowing they were about to see something good.
A moment later, the fabric of the world before them began to twist and contort in an unnatural manner. An uneven line appeared in the space before Xandy, and from this line, this seam in reality itself, came a tear. A tear that gave way to a space of imperceptible depth and a dizzying array of colors, the likes of which captured the three Maxxies in both awe and fear. They felt like they were witnessing something forbidden, something beautiful, and something wrong, yet were unable to look away as this tear persisted and someone came out of it.
A man emerged from this tear in space and graciously stepped onto the ground. He was of an average stature at 177 centimeters, did not look to be particularly muscular, and was of a pasty Caucasian complexion. He was wearing only a pair of trunks, colored a distinctly bright green, with gray sneakers covering his feet. Short brown hair poked out from the back of his head while his face was covered by a Japanese fox mask. It was primarily white, as is tradition, yet its coloring was off. Eyes were cyan, almost glowing, while the usually red markings were a mixture of magenta and yellow. The three artists in attendance could safely call this a rather fetching color combination, but that was beside the point. The point was that this man was Maximillion’s next challenger, and as a brown-haired White guy, probably in his twenties, he could be anyone!
Xandy: “Allow me to introduce you to your first true challenger. You can call him… the masked fighter.”
Maximillion: “Uh-huh, cool. So, who is he really? You’re clearly aiming for some Grandpa Gohan pastiche—”
Maxxie Akari: “I think you mean Son Gohan Jisan!”
Maximillion: “No, I don’t. Look, it’s impressive that you learned Japanese the real way. I guess you kinda had to with a middle name like Akari… But jisan is just Japanese for grandpa, and nobody sane cares about that level of literalism.”
Xandy: “Cease your rabble-rousing immediately! I brought this challenger here for a reason, and I expect you to battle.”
Like a boss straight out of a video game, the masked fighter had moved himself to the pitcher’s mound of the baseball field, arms crossed, waiting for Maximillion to enter. She looked at Max Zeta and Maxxie Akari, who returned looks of encouragement. There was no shortage of things for them to say, but nothing they needed to. Xandy, however, felt the need to wish her luck, but kept it at that. So, with the three standing by the sidelines, Maximillion entered the makeshift arena, walked toward the masked fighter, and held out a single fist before him. He nodded, bumping his fist against Maxxisaurus before stepping back three paces, adopting a fighting stance while Maxxisaurus did the same.
Maximillion: “So, you got anything to say, or are you the strong and silent type? Even a name or an intimidating one-liner would do wonders to bolster your character.”
The masked fighter remained silent.
Maximillion: “Should’ve seen that coming. Ah, well! If I don’t know a thing about you, then you know this ain’t personal.”
Uttering a quip, Maximillion rushed toward the masked fighter with a quick jab to test his reflexes, and the masked fighter swiftly dodged before going on the offensive himself, launching a flurry of kicks at Maximillion as she was forced backwards, looking at the moments of his legs as she spotted an opening and found one. Snapping herself forward, she grabbed him by one leg and slammed her weight against him, knocking him on his back. She looked into his cyan eyes from this position, topping him, but the masked fighter was quick to move his other leg, wrapping it around Maximillion and snapping them 180 degrees. The tables were turned just as the fight began, and the masked fighter was quick to take advantage of his new position, launching his fists at Maximillion’s face. With quick reflexes, she blocked his blows with her arms, but grumbled in frustration.
Maximillion: “Gah! Not the face! Xandy, you never told me I’d have to fight like this!”
Though he was far away, Maximillion could still hear Xandy’s words loud and clear as he spoke from the sidelines.
Xandy: “Did I not? I suppose I only trained you in gentleman’s combat. This fellow does not abide by the same rules.”
Gritting her teeth in frustration, Maximillion felt little choice but to break the rules instilled into her, aiming a fist for her opponent’s gut and slamming into it as hard as she could. The moment she made impact, the masked fighter stopped, gagging as he felt pressure shoot through his gut, and giving Maximillion the opportunity to free herself, prying away his legs while making sure to hold onto them.
The masked fighter attempted to kick as Maximillion latched onto his shins, but she kept her grip firm and began to swing this masked man around as hard as she could, spinning on the grassy field in her bare feet as she built up momentum, lifting the masked fighter from off the ground and throwing him airborne, where he flopped onto the ground like a slab of meat. Maximillion granted him the luxury of getting up on his own, taking a few seconds to get his bearings, but the moment he was standing firm she went in for a rushing attack.
Swerving her body from side to side, building up speed as she gyrated, Maximillion threw a flurry of hard punches at the masked fighter. He attempted to guard, pulling up his arms to protect his masked face, but the impact of each blow was brutal, weakening his guard, before it was finally shattered. His arms flew away from the core of his being, and Maximillion slammed her fists into his gut. One punch, two punch, three punch, four— each one knocking more air out of his body until he was audibly gasping for breath, and in this moment of desperation she drew her right hand high, aiming for his chin, and hitting it with all she had. …But in her haste, she actually hit his throat, sending the man crumbling to the ground, desperate for breath.
He coughed, he gagged, and he spat through his mask as he dry heaved for air, each second that passed punctuated by the sound of Xandy tapping his cane along the chain link fence of the baseball diamond. One grew to seven, and fearing that they were operating on a ten second rule, the masked man stood up after the eighth count.
Maximillion braced herself for the counterattack, ready to parry whatever attack the masked fighter still had left in him. However, he did not go on the offensive, instead waiting for Maximillion to try something, adjusting his stance while shifting around, eagerly watching his opponent. Maximillion chuckled at this sight, running her powerful hands through her short hair before feigning an attack, then a second, then a fourth as she shrank the distance between herself and the masked fighter, until they were right in front of each other, where she kicked him in the leg. He stood his ground, Maximillion launched a punch cleanly aimed at his mask, but the fighter did not fall for this, instead tackling Maximillion, binding her right arm with his left and taking his free hand to Maximillion’s gut, pounding it again and again in the hopes of getting in some damage.
Maximillion could not ignore the pain, yet she knew this was a “no rules” fight, that Xandy was not going to come in and declare anything other than a TKO. She just had to knock this guy out quickly, before he could do serious damage to her. With his head right before her, with her left arm still free, she decided she only needed to get one good hit in.
Taking her left arm, she punched the masked fighter in the side of his face. Once again, he flinched, unable to take the burst of pain, letting Maximillion free her right arm. He was staggered, eyes shut, and in this vulnerable position, Maximillion took her right arm and planted a hook squarely in the masked man’s face, knocking him flat on his ass.
The masked man sat himself upright, staring at Maximillion as she stared down at him, or more specifically, his mask. Her latest hit had caused the mask to crack, and from the fragmented mask, she could see a morsel of his face. The left cyan eye had been completely destroyed, and in its place she saw an emerald green eye, surrounded by dark brown lashes and a brown eyebrow. It was to be expected given his visible hair, but something about this eye looked off. She knew she had seen these eyes before, but where? She looked at the rest of this man’s body, hoping for some hint, before growing closer, staring intently at him, at his chest… before smacking herself for being so dense.
Maximillion: “You… You can’t be her, she would never—”
The masked fighter then took off their shattered mask to reveal their full face. Maximillion flinched at the sight, but she could not deny the reality staring directly at her. That was… that was the face of Jade before she became Jade. It was the face of Jad Novus. She— he— they looked older. Their facial features had solidified through the power of a finalized male puberty and even sported a patchy beard across their face. However, there was no denying that this was Jad. The question was… how? Why? And… which?
Jad Novus(?): “Bahahaha! Sorry, that look on your face is just priceless! The contrast between how Stoic you were during the fight and now? That’s some gap moe shit. I know people don’t normally say that about a guy, but I do.”
Maximillion: “I, uh, but… budabudabu— what?”
Despite the best attempts to find her words, they just crumbled in Maximillion’s hands as she was unable to articulate her sheer befuddlement. Yes, she was in an alternate universe, in the future, with two AU versions of herself, and had just trained for effectively months with a talking velociraptor. …But this was what broke her. Seeing her trans girlfriend, as man in his twenties, talking like… her. Like Maxxie.
Jad Novus(?): “See, peak moe! You seeing this, dino man and other Maxxies? That’s Maxxie Moe! And trust me, I’m something of an expert on that, from both angles.”
The ding of a toaster played within Maximillion’s mind as the thoughts scrambling her brain were finally cooked.
Maximillion: “Hold on, are you… A Maxxie in Jade’s body?”
Jad Novus(?): “Jade? Oh, so everything worked out for your little J-dee did it?”
Maximillion: “Answer me! Answer me, or I’ll punch you in the face!”
Jad Novus(?): “Oh, simmer down, ya cutie. You hit the nail right on the dull bit, narrowly avoiding your thumbs. I used to be just like you, and you in the dress, and you in the sweatsuit. But then my life got thrown through a hurricane after my best friend happened across a miraculous little doohickey— A ‘Vile’ Doohickey— that let us swap bodies. For me, it was the best birthday ever… even if it ended with us going to the police station to put a wife beater behind bars. …Okay, that sounds dope, but was it really? …Yeah, nah, I’m spacin’ out. It was!”
Maximillion: “…So, lemme get this straight, you are me from a ‘Scenario’ where you and your friends got a body swapper and then decided to… permanently swap with Jade, or—”
Jad Novus(?): “D’aw, it’s cute how you don’t wanna deadname your girlfriend. But I respect that! I was just like you, y’know. Me, Jad, Zoe, and Shiaka, we were all swapping around for about three years but… eventually decided that we had our fun, broadened our horizons, and did not want to risk destroying everything with the doohickey. So, we put it in storage, but only after ‘Jad’ and I had one last swap. She loved being in my body, did not want to live as a man, and if making her happy was what it took, I was happy taking her body and spending the rest of my days as a dude. Learning how to draw with new hands was a bitch, but I’m better than ever now, and she’s happier than ever.”
Suddenly, Maximillion’s mind flashed back to when Jade regaled her with the nitty-gritty details of The Dominance of Abigale Quinlan. Jade mentioned how, in one of her “nightmares” she found herself in alternate places, alternate futures, and the most vivid one, in a good way, was when she traveled to an alternate future where… she… had sex… with someone she called “Future Jad.” Now it was finally clicking in place.
Maximillion: “Waaaaaah! You took my girlfriend’s virginity!”
Alternate Future Jad: “You’re damn right I did, and it was wonderful.”
Maximillion: “Fuck you!”
Alternate Future Jad: “I’m not above having man-on-man sex in a baseball field if you’re game.”
Maximillion: “That’s not the point, and you know it!”
Alternate Future Jad: “Of course I do. I’m you, just older and wiser.”
Maximillion: “Aaaaaahhhhhh!“
Alternate Future Jad: “And, from a certain perspective, I helped your Jade realize she wanted to live as a woman, so you have me to thank for that.”
Maximillion: “Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!! I thought it was a dream, but it was REAL?”
Alternate Future Jad: “I’m just as real as you, y’know. Now stop screaming, doesn’t it feel better knowing that another Maxxie took Jade’s virginity?”
Maximillion: “I! DON’T! KNOW!”
As Maximillion continued screaming, Xandy decided enough was enough and pulled out his cane to bonk Maximillion on the head. This seemed to straighten out Maximillion’s mind, at least somewhat. She looked around to see that Max Zeta and Maxxie Akari were in the process of helping Alternate Future Jad up from the ground. He still looked beaten up, but with the handy medical technology of the future, that seemed like the least of their current problems.
Xandy: “If I may enlighten you, ‘Maximillion,’ this is indeed a Maxxisaurus from another Scenario, one dubbed A Vile Doohickey. I specifically contacted this Maxxisaurus in the year 2025 to bring him here, giving him the mask and a physical enhancement.”
Alternate Future Jad: “Which he insisted was not a steroid.”
Maximillion: “Uh, cool… but why have me fight him? He really wasn’t much of a fighter.”
Alternate Future Jad: “H-Hey! I’ve taken some fighting classes back in my day. They made me feel more at home with the rougher gender, and feel less like a stick.”
Xandy: “Because this is a key to obtaining your power and goal, to become a better ‘Max.’ To unlock your full power— and your preferred penis size— you must prove yourself to be the apex of your lot, and defeat five of them. ‘Jad’ from A Vile Doohickey was one, but there are four others you must defeat. Then, only after you have proven yourself to be the greatest of all Maxxisauruses, will you be permitted to enter the Strongest Under The Heavens Tournament. Your power will grow with every one defeated, and your penis size will grow larger.”
Adopting a skewed expression, Maximillion sent a hand into her shorts, feeling up her sweaty penis, wiggling it around, touching the base in a manner meant to spur an erection. Ten seconds later, she stared at Xandy, disappointed.
Maximillion: “Still 5 inches. Where’s my extra inch, Xandy-sensei?”
Xandy: “Why, because you must ingest part of them. Specifically, this part.”
With no warning, Xandy poked his cane against Alternate Future Jad’s chest. He looked on, perturbed by why this talking dinosaur would bother poking him… only to feel something swell in his throat, shoot through his mouth, and pour out into his hand. In his hand, he felt a load of spit wafting around, surrounding by something small yet thick. Bringing it away from his mouth, he looked on to see a red marble that shined with a luminescent radiance that could be explained in many ways… but magic seemed the safest.
Alternate Future Jad: “…Did that injection somehow put a marble inside me?”
Rather than answer him, Xandy grabbed the marble with his claws and deftly handed it to Maximillion, who looked at the spit-coated glass sphere with confusion.
Maximillion: “So, I need to beat up alternate versions of me, get them to spit up magic marbles, and then eat them?”
Max Zeta: “Why does this sound like what Abigale got up to 200 years ago?”
Max Akari: “Why does this remind me of the end of Dragon Ball GT?”
Before Maximillion could ask a follow-up question to what Max Zeta just muttered, Xandy answered her prior question.
Xandy: “Yes, quite right. I feared you might get too aggressive if I told you your goals in a more linear manner, and this seemed the most convenient for your quest.”
Maximillion: “…Uh, but that… never mind! Whatevs! Broad strokes and all that, this makes sense… except for the whole Peatrice thing. Unless… Peatrice isn’t a bad future version of me or something… is he?”
Maxxie Akari: “I think it’s because Peatrice ate you.”
Max Zeta: “Or because you ate him.”
Maxxie Akari: “With your asshole.”
Alternate Future Jad: “Do I even WANT to know what a ‘peet-rice‘ is supposed to be?”
Maximillion & Max Zeta & Maxxie Akari & Xandy: “No.”
Part 5: Max’s Funky Training
Date: Monday, July 11, 2225
Time: 15:40 UTC (Coordinated Universal Time)
Location: Sky Trigger University, Sudan
After a particularly confusing explanation, and more than enough existential dread, the merry band of the Maxxies, and Xandy, stood in the baseball diamond outside of Sky Trigger University. Xandy was as prim and proper as ever. Max Zeta and Maxxie Akari were clearly entertained by the endless mindfuck that this experience has been. Alternate Future Jad, who used to be his universe’s Maxxie, looked exhausted, but no worse for wear after his fight. While the woman of the hour, Maximillion, stood at the pitcher’s mound, a red marble-like object in her hand.
Alternate Future Jad spat this up a moment ago, and per Sandy’s commands, she was supposed to eat it. So, with her goal before her, Maximillion did just that, downing the marble like a pill with no water. This proved to be… difficult, with her gag reflex refusing to let her consume something so large. Fortunately, force, determination, and the power of will were enough to shove the marble down, causing her to groan as the marble landed in her stomach.
She fell to the floor as the marble danced within her stomach, filling it with something pungent and terse. All but Xandy looked on in concern, wondering if they should— if they could— do something to help Maximillion. Maxxie Akari reached out her hand, trying to offer some comfort at the very least, only for Maximillion to shoot up from the ground, her eyes glowing red. She stood tall, stared blankly before her, and began to grunt. Her muscles clenched, her breathing hastened, and a palpable heat could be felt even a meter away from her.
Xandy: “Yes, embrace the strength within. Only then can you achieve your goals.”
Those words failed to reach Maximillion’s ears, yet she inferred the meaning just the same, flexing and grunting as her body processed what it had just ingested, her skin practically glowing with a reddish hue. Concern billowed among the Maxxies in attendance, before being blown away into fear as she shouted as loudly as her lungs could manage, shrieking into the sky as a gust of wind burst from her being, nearly knocking the audience off their feet. Xandy clenched his hat as this gust continued, smiling as well as a velociraptor could.
Xandy: “You’re doing great, deshi! Now, finish it! Reach the next level in your training, achieve a power beyond a mere human. Harness the power of another, the power of her grand tapestry of being! The power of continuity! The power of unity! Unleash… the next stage of YOU!”
A torrent of dust from the field basked everything in a 50 meter radius in blinding fine particles. The four shut their eyes as it grew near, struggling to see until the air was clear. Alternate Future Jad was the first to open his eyes, and he flinched at what he saw. Maximillion, but stronger. Her muscles were denser and fuller, her hair was standing on all ends, its color having shifted from plain black to a garnet red, and her body pulsated with light, with a perceptible red aura, that indicated she was indeed “beyond a mere human.”
This powered up Maximillion looked on at observers, her expression static, confident, perhaps even a little sinister.
Maximillion: “Heh. And I thought getting buff felt good. Now, I feel like NOTHING can stop me! Is this what Jade felt when she was in Abigale’s body, running without getting tired, able to take punishment without stopping? Maybe. I just need to test the limits I’ve just broken… and break them again. Isn’t that right, Maxxie Akari Flare and Max Zeta Flare?”
Maxxie Akari flinched at the way Maximillion said her voice, and Max Zeta did the same. They looked at each other, neither dressed for combat, neither looking particularly strong— not even as strong as Alternate Future Jad without his “enhancement.” Despite this, they smiled and nodded.
Max Zeta: “Xandy was being an asshole when it came to giving us any specifics.”
Maxxie Akari: “But seeing that you’ve unlocked your Kaiouken form, I think we need to make use of the little gift he gave us. I just wish we could’ve shown it to you sooner.”
Max Zeta: “No. It would’ve been wasted on a guy with only four inches.”
Maximillion: “Hey, I’ll have you know I’m packing…”
In the middle of a sentence, Maximillion brought a hand into her trunks to feel up her penis, finding it firm, erect, and even poking through the trunks, constrained by the briefs.
Maximillion: “SIX INCHES! And there ain’t nothing wrong with six inches!”
Maxxie Akari: “Oooh! Then maybe we can have a little after-party.”
Maximillion: “You mean after my victory party, right? I could wipe the floor with you two in under a minute. So show me what you’ve got! Future Jad was some total weak sauce, so I’m hoping that you can test my might!”
Alternate Future Jad: “Hey! I’m an artisté not a fighter! Not my fault I got my ass beaten by some jock.”
As Alternate Future Jad tried to defend his masculinity, Xandy looked on at Max Zeta and Maxxie Akari, giving them the cue to continue.
Max Zeta: “I guess it’s time to strut our stuff! Maxxie! Let’s boogie.”
Maxxie Akari: “Haaaiii! Let’s show Maximillion the power of our bonds.”
With a surprising level of synchronicity, Maxxie Akari and Max Zeta hopped a step away from each other, building distance and standing parallel from one another. They cast their heads to the side, nodding in synchronicity before beginning their “boogie.”
First, they cast both arms straight away from each other, even with their shoulders, while awkwardly stretching out their legs. Once the pose was assumed, they scampered closer to one another, tapping their feet against the ground while gradually rotating their arms 180 degrees.
Max Zeta & Maxxie Akari: “Fyuuu!”
Second, they rapidly swung their arms away from one another, keeping them even with their shoulders while bending their outer leg, resting it on the standing knee.
Max Zeta & Maxxie Akari: “Jun!”
Third, they swiftly moved their arms toward each other, extending their index fingers, while planting both feet on the ground, adopting a wide stance. Their fingers gently yet pointedly connected with one another.
Max Zeta & Maxxie Akari: “Ha!”
As their bodies made this vital contact, a powerful radiance burst across the field, blinding Alternate Future Jad and Xandy yet again, while Maximillion kept her eyes peeled as she witnessed their new form. The Fusion Dance from Dragon Ball always led to bombastic results, and she was eager to see what her new challenger could do, and what she saw… got her excited.
The fused figure was completely naked and radiated with a power not unlike the one Maximillion wielded, bearing a yellowish aura surrounding their person and a fiery look in their eyes. As expected from a fusion of a man and a woman, the end result was both and neither. Their hair was flowing, rough, and long, reaching down to their shoulder blades, yet remained a stark black. Their face ran a fine line between cute and handsome, looking like one that could pass as either under the right context, but attractive no matter which, with just enough hard and soft features to capture the eye. The chest was toned and muscular, bearing a pair of modestly sized breasts, about the size of the Maxxie Akari and Maxxie Omega Flare’s. Arms were muscular yet far more slender than the rippling biceps Maximillion was repping. Legs were similarly impressive, being tall and toned in a way that meshed with their learner musculature.
They had broad shoulders, wide thighs, big feet, flared hips, and erred on the side of taking the biggest elements of each sex. However, none of these things were what Maximillion’s eyes landed on first. Instead, she stared right at their dick and pussy. Rather than settle for no bits, or just one, this fused person had a classic full futanari arrangement of genitals with a 9 inch penis on top, vagina underneath it, and no testicles for some reason. …Probably because a pair of balls hanging underneath a vagina would just look stupid.
After getting a good look at this fused figure, they began to speak, using two voices in such precise synchronicity it was as if they were one.
Fused Figure: “Oh my goood does this feel good. Xandy, you are going to have to let me keep this form. You know, part of me was always uncomfortable being a woman, the other liked being a man on occasion. Gotta love Gender Fluid™! But together like this? WOOF! It’s like I’m the best of both worlds!”
Maximillion: “Damn right you are. So, what should I call you? And… you’d be they/them because you’re literally two people, right?”
Fused Figure: “Assuming my pronouns? …Well, you’ve assumed correctly. You can call me… Famaxxie! F-4-Maxxie! The Funky Fresh Futanari Fusion Maxxie!”
It was hard enough to take this theoretically imposing figure series as they stood with their fat cock hanging out, but that line just killed any intimidation factor.
Maximillion: “Bahahaha! You’ve got to be shitting me with that! I literally made an OC I called a ‘funky fresh futanari.'”
Famaxxie: “Then it seems we are not so different you and I. …Or would that be we?”
Maximillion: “No shit! I’ve gotta say, Famaxxie, you look hot as hell like that, but if I wanna get full power, I’ve got to take you down and eat your seed! So, without further ado, let’s rock it!”
As the two postured, Xandy poked his head from behind the chain link fence and shouted at the two. Alternate Future Jad, meanwhile, was by his side, struggling to not burst out in laughter at the boundless absurdity playing out before him.
Xandy: “Very well then. Maxxisauruses, give it all you’ve got!”
With a nod, the two fighters took a stance and prepared themselves for battle. Famaxxie was gingerly waltzing through the battlefield, as if they were in love with their very state of being, while Maximillion looked on, trying to find the right way to begin this battle as she looked within. She had such strength coursing through her, bubbling up to the center, and if she could harness it, she could do things beyond human limits limitations.
As pride swelled within her being, Maximillion held up her hand, aimed her palm at F4Maxxie, and unleashed her power. Rolling with the Dragon Ball motiff, and sensing the power swelling within her being, Maximillion was able to summon a burst of red energy, also known as ki, that launched from her hand and flew out to her target. Famaxxie stood proud, not even flinching as a fireball was within inches of hitting their face. Instead, at the very last moment, F4Maxxie flicked her hand, knocking the ball of energy away and into the sky, like it was less than nothing.
Famaxxie: “Oh, this is going to be fun! I don’t know what Xandy did to us before this, but I can tell my power is beyond that of my sister— though, not near Zen Abigale Quinlan herself. I suppose that would make this an unfair fight then, wouldn’t it?”
Maximillion: “And here I thought I could just potshot you for an easy win. Eh, I guess this is more exciting anyhow. Do your best, but know I’m coming out on top!”
Sharing a synchronous nod, Famaxxie and Maximillion ran toward one another, clashing at the mid-point of their paths. Each aimed squarely for the other’s face, their arms crossing as they made impact. The full power of the other was channeled to their face, and whoever failed to take this starting blow would be put on the back foot for the entire battle. If it were an even match, they would both emerge unscathed or crumble. Instead, the underdog was clear a mere second after impact.
Maximillion’s body was sent flying back through the dirt, rolling and tumbling until she was smacked against the chain link fence, her body turning to face Xandy and Alternate Future Jad.
Alternate Future Jad: “Holy shit! They just punched her 50 meters away!”
Xandy: “Indeed they did, my good chap. It appears things are getting more than just serious.”
Maximillion: “Ugh…You sure this is a fair fight?”
While Maximillion could stand after this blow, it was clear that she had already taken not insubstantial damage. Even now, the impressions of a bruise were developing on her cheek.
Xandy: “Fair is relative. Many tournaments are not fair, per se, and it is important for any fighter to know how to do battle against a foe of a grander caliber than themself.”
Maximillion: “…What?”
Before she could formulate another comment, Maximillion found a hand clawed around her neck, lifting her slightly off the ground. She looked down to see Famaxxie, looking so smug, and hot, as Maximillion was unable to fight back.
Famaxxie: “We didn’t believe Xandy when he told us this, but now that we’re living it, we believe it. For you, this is hella worse than a two on one, because our power did not just combine. Fusion, at least the type we did, multiplied our strength, and ain’t that something? Imagine if both of us had a power level of ten before. Like this, our power’s a hundred. Ten times that of an average human! And you… you’re beyond even the best of the best human, but you’re only halfway to our level!”
Maximillion: “I… It’s hard to do math when I’m being choked. B-But that’s… bullshit!”
Famaxxie: “It’s not bullshit! It’s power scaling!”
To further demonstrate their power, Famaxxie twisted their body and threw Maximillion as high as they could, straight up. Maximillion’s body ascended like a rocket, leaving her flailing and struggling to find her bearings as she surpassed lethal altitudes. Well, lethal for humans at least.
The 100 meter threshold was passed, 200 meters came shortly thereafter, and as she finally gained some semblance of bearings, as she reached the peak of her ascent, she looked down to see Famaxxie. Their body was covered in a vibrant energy, and before she could piece together what that could be, the energy was unleashed, aim directly at her.
Famaxxie: “Get a load of my Gyarlikku Cannon!”
This “Gyarlikku Cannon” was a truly enormous burst of ki energy, larger than either fighter in sheer volume, and with her body propelling downward at 9.8 meters a second, Maximillion had to react. Fast.
Sensing no other option, Maximillion held out both her hands, hoping to redirect or maybe even absorb this burst as it came coursing toward her. This power set was new to her— she had transformed only minutes ago— and with her being a falling duck, there was little else she could do.
Like a well-placed catcher’s mitt, the Gyarlikku Cannon fell into Maximillion’s palms, but Maximillion immediately regretted her decision. The energy was hot, draining, and every second she kept this energy in her hand felt like a devastating ordeal. Still, she tried to persist, tried to aim her hands down and shoot this energy back at Famaxxie to deal some damage. Alas, it was too much for her to contain, and the energy burst free from her hands, flying away from Famaxxie and striking the chain link fence, ripping through the metal and leaving behind a dusty explosion.
Alternate Future Jad: “WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! You could’ve killed us with that!”
Famaxxie: “Wahahaha! You can hit an ally, but not us? You’re in over your head, Maximillion!”
As Famaxxie boasted and guffawed at the sight of the explosion, they turned back to Maximillion, ready to watch them splat on the ground before them. Instead, they looked up to see Maximillion’s face, smiling as they descended rapidly toward them, falling head-first. A crack rippled through the air as Maximillion’s skull crashed against Famaxxie’s forehead, and the two quickly fell to the ground.
Alternate Future Jad and Xandy both peeked onto the battlefield to see both fighters lying down, but before Xandy could begin the countdown, Maximillion leapt up like nothing happened.
Maximillion: “That was a critical hit— critics are thumbin’ in awe! Famaxxie you just ate shit— you gonna cry to ya ma?”
Not caring that nobody in attendance understood the reference to a semi-popular nerdcore Final Fantasy rap, Maximillion laughed to herself. This laughter was followed by a pair of guttural grunts echoing from Famaxxie’s throat as they rose from the ground, clenching their head from the impact, blood seeping on their hand.
Famaxxie: “Guh. That was a dirty move.”
Maximillion: “Asswad! You choked me, threw me into the sky, and tried to shoot at me! I’m just keeping it even!”
Famaxxie: “Grr… How’d you even withstand that impact. Your head should have cracked open.”
Maximillion: “I dunno. I was always hard-headed both figuratively and literally. With the power of gravity on my side, doesn’t it make sense for me to deal more damage?”
Rather than dignify her bro science with a response, Famaxxie leapt back to build distance between themselves and Maximillion, their hands glowing as they readied a volley of small yet powerful ki fireballs at Maximillion. One after another, the barrage of energy rushed toward Maximillion, who quickly fled from them, running as fast as her big beefy legs could take her as she was on the back foot yet again. She needed to do something to incapacitate Famaxxie. Some way to deal major damage despite her physical disadvantage. She just had to think, to look at their form, standing so proud, so naked, and do something.
…A few seconds later, a smirk crept along her face and she ran toward the danger.
Famaxxie was slow to react to the directional change, firing ki blasts that Maximillion avoided with a high jump, revving up a punch aimed at Famaxxie’s face. The threat of another head attack was enough for Famaxxie to jump back, ending their barrage. Maximillion landed unscathed, while Famaxxie looked at them, incredulously. With both in close quarters range, they drew up their fists and Maximillion took the initiative. Her attempts at hitting Famaxxie were futile, for they were able to block every single blow, barely breaking a sweat as Maximillion attacked dozens of times. They laughed at the vain effort, at her aimless aggression.
Famaxxie: “You have strength, but you clearly don’t know what to do with it! Come now, don’t insult us with such subpar stratagem!”
Maximillion: “Heh. If you’re anything like me— and I know you are— you don’t know when to back down. You’ll keep rushing in over and over until you make the strides you know you’re capable of, day in, day out! I will break down any barrier before me— ‘Cos I’m a go-getter! Even if I need to be a little cheap along the way.”
Not giving Famaxxie a second to react, Maximillion spat into her target’s face, aiming for an eye. It was an underhanded— downright childish— display that nevertheless stunned Famaxxie. Their guard hardened, eyes blinked, and they left their goods unattended, just hanging there for anyone to claim. And so, Maximillion did just that. She reached for Famaxxie’s wavering 9 inch cock and began stroking it with her right hand. Up, down, up, down, over and over with a pace and vigor that would daze any regular human, if not hurt them, and Famaxxie was in the former category.
They consciously knew that they should resist, that they should keep on fighting, yet their thirst for battle was replaced with a different thirst. Maximillion’s deft hand worked wonders on their freshly enhanced and sufficiently funky futanari cock, and with such pleasure before them, Famaxxie lowered their hands, moaning in two voices at once.
Maximillion: “Damn, this really is a nice dick you’ve got. It’s so smooth too! I bet it feels like a dream, doesn’t it?”
Famaxxie: “You… you’re a little bastard, you know that.”
Maximillion: “Eh, I’ve been called worse today.”
Famaxxie: “Even… Even for you, isn’t this a low blow?”
Maximillion: “Heh. It’s a well known fact that a man’s greatest weakness is dick and balls. But you’re not a man, and you don’t have balls, so this will do.”
After saying that, Maximillion brought her second hand to the base of Famaxxie’s shaft, squeezing it rhythmically in a way that left them muttering in delight.
Famaxxie: “Uuuhhh. A-And you call yourself a fighter? We’re supposed to be having a battle.”
Maximillion: “We could fight, or we could fuck. And I think I know which one you’d rather do right now, ain’t that right?”
Famaxxie attempted to offer a retort, yet Maximillion’s free hand moved too quickly for them, drifting past Famaxxie’s penis and landing squarely in their vagina. The sudden double-finger penetration made Famaxxie flinch. The sensation of getting fingered was nothing new, just like getting their dick rubbed. Yet, in this new form, it was as if all their sensations were in stereo, hitting both ears of their combined mind and striking it that much harder. It felt too strong, too good, for them to resist, so they stood there and took it, groaning in pleasure as Maximillion titillated them, not caring about anything beyond what they were experiencing right there and right then.
Through a final vigorous rub, Maximillion brought Famaxxie to a climax, their dick twitching as a dollop of cum shot forward and her pussy vibrating as it discharged simultaneously. One orgasm fed into another, and as the sensations danced within their mind, they fell to the ground. Their head, back, and dick all flopped into the dirt, and Maximillion stood above Famaxxie as they enjoyed the afterglow.
The thought of surrender crossed Famaxxie’s mind, yet they shook their head in rejection. They had been distracted, but they were here to fight. And they were going to fight to win. Famaxxie attempted to rise to continue the battle, but stopped as they felt a hand grab one of their breasts. Looking down, they saw Maximillion, an inch away from licking Famaxxie’s free nipple. Famaxxie did not resist, and they were greeted with the sensation of double-strength erotic bliss. They wanted more, and Maximillion could give them what they wanted.
Maximillion: “Would thou liketh to fight… or fuck?”
The answer was obvious.
Famaxxie: “…Let’s fuck!“
With permission granted, Maximillion opened up her ironclad anus once again and accommodated a far smaller dick than before, snugly wrapping her super-charged cheeks around all 9 inches of Famaxxie’s dick. It slid in smoothly, filling up the totality of Maximillion’s hole while immediately applying a warm, rough pressure against Famaxxie’s penis. They unleashed an elongated grunt as the pleasure compounded, the will to fight completely leaving their person, only tor Maximillion to follow through with her hands, taking them to their breasts.
Maximillion looked down at the fused futanari before them with a doofy smile on her face, overjoyed that she was able to so thoroughly overpower them with the power of sex, delighting in the sensation. After liquifying Peatrice, having a regular human dick in her ass was a positively pleasant time. Easier to grind on too. Watching Famaxxie’s sexy face quiver in delight as she hopped on her cock and flicked her nipples, it almost made her want to kiss them… so she did. She wrapped her lips over theirs, invading her mouth with her tongue as Famaxxie did nothing to resist.
All signs of aggression were gone, and the two— or rather three— made like lovers, hands caressing each other as they grew toward a mutual satisfaction. Maximillion groaned as Famaxxie’s cock coursed through her ass, rubbing against her prostate as she was brought to the brink of ejaculation, her dick pointing skyward as she bounced on her partner, barely able to focus on caressing the breasts before her. Famaxxie, still in a fugue haze from the enhanced sensation, laid back, slack-jawed, as they looked forward, staring at Maximillion’s smug mug before looking at her dick. Having already given up the fight, Famaxxie brought a hand toward this unattended 6 inches and caressed it just as Maximillion caressed theirs.
The tugging was enough to bring a look of elation to Maximillion’s face, and as the two locked eyes, they leaned forward for another kiss, each going down on each other with a powerful thrust. One in the ass, the other in a hand, but both released a wave of euphoria just the same.
The afterglow soon followed and both fell back to the ground, Famaxxie’s dick being pushed out of Maximillion’s ass by a burst of cum. Fighting and fucking had drained the stamina of both persons, and before Maximillion or Famaxxie could gain their bearings, a light enveloped the fused figure. In a display positively unceremonious next to everything that came before, Max Zeta and Maxie Akari split into two, both naked, both still looking like they were reeling from a good fuck.
Max Zeta: “That was…”
Maxxie Akari: “Not what I expected…”
Max Zeta: “But in retrospect…”
Maxxie Akari: “I should’ve seen that coming.”
Without saying anything more than a synchronized sentence, the pair simultaneously spat up their marbles. Max Zeta’s was a vibrant yellow while Maxxie Akari’s was a mellow orange. With a second wind under her sails, Maximillion snagged the marbles from their hands and held them up high as she stood tall.
Maximillion: “YEAH, BABY! I did it! I did it! I really-really did it for reals-reals on the real-real!”
Her chipper sing-song declaration sounded ill-fitting for her deeper voice, but that did not stop her. If anything, it made it funnier.
Alternate Future Jad: “Yeah. And you only almost killed us once. …Nah, I’m just joshin’ ya. You did good, kid.”
As to be expected, Xandy and Alternate Future Jad came out from their hiding space— wherever that was— to greet Maximillion after an unconventional, but technical, victory.
Xandy: “It was not the outcome I had anticipated, but Maxxisurauses are inherently sexual creatures, so it would be shameful if I hadn’t considered that possibility.”
Maximillion: “I don’t know whether to take that as an insult or a complement… But it doesn’t matter! I’ve got two more morsels of power in my hand, and I’m gonna double up at once!”
Xandy: “Maxxisaurus, no! Your body cannot—”
As Xandy uttered his warning, Maximillion did as she said and threw both of the marbles in her mouth, gulping hard as she readied herself for an influx of power. A second after she felt the marbles hit her stomach, she realized… she fucked up.
Maximillion: “WWWRRRAAAGGGHHH!!!”
As Maximillion screamed in agony, Xandy tapped his cane on the ground, causing himself, Alternate Future Jad, and the two defused Maxxies to teleport a hundred meters away from Maximillion, shielded behind a storage shed. Maximillion had been reduced to a small speck on the horizon, yet their shout and power could still be felt from this distance. Her aura returned and intensified anew. The dust surrounding her blew in a fury of wind that was a magnitude greater than what she had achieved the first time. And though they were too far away to see, the garnet coloring of her hair was changing, growing lighter and brighter with each passing second, with each continued scream, as it neared a new form.
In a burst, the red shifted to a golden yellow, spreading through the intense aura surrounding her person and to her hair, giving it a solid defined yellow color while maintaining the same spiky shape. Even from afar, it was clear she had ascended from a Kaio-ken form to something comparable to a Super Saiyan.
She huffed and puffed as she adjusted to the power welling within her, her heart racing fast and blood running hot. Shouting, she expelled aura into this world, she appeared to calm down, her aura receding as she stood in the field, now bereft of any and all grass. She smiled as she looked down at the rest of her form. She had discarded her trunks earlier, so she was already naked, and while her body was mostly unchanged— still that of a billowing buff beefcake, her dick was certainly bigger, standing at a whopping 8 inches.
Maximillion: “If this is an average-sized penis, the future’s gotta be fucking awesome, dude! Now this is what I’m goldarn talkin’ about! Yeah!”
Eager to flex her new strength, Maximillion dashed over to the rest of the jaunty crew, clearing the 100 meter trek in just under 7 seconds. The four looked on, surprised by her profound speed, but before she could gloat, tease, or make any snide comment, Xandy bonked her on the head with his cane. Despite her newfound strength, the bonk still hurt.
Maximillion: “Yowch! Does that cane just deal static damage or something?”
Xandy: “I did not train you to be so reckless, you know.”
Maximillion: “Hey! You can’t give me all this testosterone running through my veins and expect me to not be a reckless sumbitch. Now, I don’t know about y’all, but I would kill for some grub after all that! Who’s with me?”
Alternate Future Jad: “You, um, you probably should do something about getting dressed first.”
Max Zeta: “Yeah, about that, where’d our clothes go?”
Maxxie Akari: “Uh, they’re just gone? You saw them poof when we fused. Then we unfused and no clothes. They’re just gone now!”
Maximillion: “Eh, nothing a trip to the showers and locker room can’t solve. I still can’t believe you guys have microwaves that can print clothes.”
Max Zeta: “For the last time, you himbo! They’re not microwaves, they’re Real Booters!”
Rather than dignify Max Zeta’s comment, Maximillion just ruffled his hair.
Maximillion: “Whatever! Let’s just get outta here, ‘cos, uh, I made a bit of a mess.”
Admittedly, the group had been too busy focusing on the transformation and too distracted by the dust to notice the extent of the mess. Taking a cursory glance revealed that the entire chain link fence surrounding the baseball diamond was half destroyed, just burnt away.
Max Zeta: “Shit. The team has a game tomorrow, don’t they?”
Maxxie Akari: “Eyup! We’ve got some ‘splainin’ to do, don’t we?”
Maximillion and Maxxie Akari laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Alternate Future Jad attempted to join them, but his laugh petered out after a few seconds.
Xandy: “You can be incorrigible sometimes, Maxxisaurus. But I suppose you have earned yourself a rest before we depart by the morrow.”
Maximillion: “No shit I do. I just doubled up my meat up in a couple hours. I’m halfway to my footlong at this rate! So whaddya say, bro-bros and singular sis? Let’s get wet, full, and enjoy the mother of all foursomes!”
Alternate Future Jad, Max Zeta, and Maxxie Akari looked at each other, all perplexed at this spontaneous plan for a second. …But after mulling it over for a moment, they realized it was exactly what they needed.
Alternate Future Jad: “Heh. I wasn’t expecting to chill in the future for too long, and I have a perfectly good Maxxie back home, but… even though we’re pretty monogamous, I think she’ll give me the okay if I have a foursome with different versions of her… or myself…”
Maxxie Akari: “Don’t think about it too hard, you’ll be much happier that way~!”
Maximillion: “Exactly! So let’s cut the shit and make this one night to remember. Say it with me now!”
Maximillion & Max Zeta & Maxxie Akari & Alternate Future Jad: “Let’s just go for it!”
Without skipping a beat, Maximillion grabbed the other three humans and ran across the campus sports fields and back to the gym, leaving Xandy by his lonesome. He shook his head at how boisterous the cluster of four Maxxies were being, but had enough in him to at least chuckle.
Xandy: “That Verde truly does have some perverse sensibilities. But if it brings joy and merriment between my Maxxisauruses, I suppose I cannot refute her will. I just hope she knows what she is doing.”
Following that comment, Xandy tapped his cane, causing the baseball diamond to be restored in its entirety, without leaving behind a speck of damage. Adjusting his hat and straightening his bowtie, he then walked back to the gym to reconvene with the Maxxies and hopefully, for his own sake, keep them out of trouble.
Gaiden: Juniper and Gregg’s First Time
Date: Saturday, July 11, 2015
Time: 11:51 CDT (Central Daylight Time)
Location: Juniper’s Apartment, Lakeview, Chicago
The easygoing malaise of Saturday morning was had faded away. The hustle and bustle of the city was in full swing as people went about their errands, weekend jobs, and family trips while the days were still long and before the late summer heat made these outings unattractive. However, there were always some who slept their mornings away, too riled up from Friday night festivities to hear their alarm, no matter how loudly it shouted at them. This was the case for Gregg and Juniper, or rather Gregg(Juniper) and Juniper(Gregg).
After being swapped by Verde a week ago, the two had taken to living with one another, and after several days of spreading themselves between the sofa and bed, the two were laying together. Their bodies were both only partially covered by the shared top sheet, hair disheveled, and eyes sealed shut. The alarm had long turned itself off, leaving the two to sleep the day away, yet even the human body had its limits.
As the sun only lightly splashed into this tiny apartment, Juniper(Gregg) rustled from her side of the bed, turning over to face the window and slowly unfurling her crust-caked eyes. Moving like her body weighed twice as much, she slowly crawled out of bed, slapping her feet on the floor, the room blurry as she tried to look at it.
Juniper(Gregg): “What the fuck did I do last night? I feel like such crap.”
Her body’s deeper voice carried with it a raspiness that she found particularly unpalatable.
Juniper(Gregg): “…And I’m still Gregg.”
Bracing her head with a hand, she turned back to the bed to make it, as one should, only to pause as she looked past the sloppily arranged sheets and saw the other person lying there, still sound asleep. It was Gregg in her body, curled up, lying on his side, just as she often did, looking as tranquil as can be.
Juniper(Gregg): “What? You’re supposed to sleep on the couch, why are you in my—”
Speaking her thoughts, Juniper(Gregg) slammed into a mental wall as she recalled the events that transpired the past night. Images of her at a happening nightclub plastered themselves over her mind. She had been working there the prior night, tending bar with Gregg. It was a night of constant simulation, bumping beats, dizzying lights, and drunk patrons asking for drinks non-stop. The two served hundreds of drunks, from basic to the asininely complex. The night went long and, like all good bartenders, they sampled some of their own product. Without the familiarity of their own bodies, they did not know when to stop, did not know when they were buzzed versus drunk. And from the migraine she was nursing, she got skunk drunk.
“But why were we sleeping together?” Juniper(Gregg) thought, only to look down at her person. The plain tank top and briefs she had taken to wearing as pajamas were not covering her form. She was naked, her chest hair greeting her instead of her tits, and the only thing poking out other than her belly was her dick. Erect and bearing… something crusty around its head. Her hungover mind lashed out as it realized what had happened, spurring a headache that hurt almost as much as the truth staring her in the face.
Juniper(Gregg): “…Oh, god. We… we did it, didn’t we?”
Faced with the reality that she drunkenly fucked the man currently living in her body last night, Juniper(Gregg) hobbled from the scene of the act to the kitchenette. She grabbed a glass she kept on the counter and filled it with cold tap water, downing it in hopes of stirring something in her body. Halfway through the glass, she started coughing and stopped.
Juniper(Gregg): “Bleh! Why does this taste like metal? The lake is right there!”
Disgruntled, she finished her glass and sulked before the sink, splashing water on her bearded face as she muttered to herself.
Juniper(Gregg): “How stupid can I be? I know I was drunk but… shit. Where did I put my birth control?”
Frustrated, Juniper(Gregg) dug through her cabinets for a pill bottle she tossed away however many weeks ago, the rattling and shifting of drawers overpowering any other noise, even the apartment’s squeaky hardwood floors. She turned around to the other side of the kitchenette with birth control pills in hand and was promptly met with Gregg in her body, wearing an oversized shirt that technically covered his nipples, but one could plainly see them poking out from the fabric. He was as disheveled as anyone who just woke up, but looked composed enough as he casually leaned against the counter top, wearing a bright smile on his face.
In response to this sight, Juniper(Gregg) nearly crumbled to the floor.
Juniper(Gregg): “Bah!”
Gregg(Juniper) laughed at her shocked reaction.
Gregg(Juniper): “And good morning to you, jumpy. You know, most guys like waking up next to a pretty young woman, and most women like seeing themselves in the mirror. But I guess you’re built differently, eh?”
Juniper(Gregg): “Shut the fuck up! I am not in the mood for any of your jokes! I… I just drunkenly fucked myself!”
Gregg(Juniper): “Same here, but you don’t see me having a crisis about it. What, are you secretly religious or something? Because I haven’t seen a Bible or crucifix around here.”
Juniper(Gregg): “That’s because there aren’t any! I… I just can’t believe I did that, that I got drunk and just had sex with someone like this. It’s not a guy or girl thing, it’s the principle, damn it!”
As Juniper(Gregg) freaked out, Gregg(Juniper) walked closer to her, grabbing what functioned as his glass and pouring out some tap water.
Gregg(Juniper): “You sure about that? Because thinking about it with some post-nut clarity, this was inevitable. We were helping so many people loosen up, enjoy themselves, grind on each other on the dance floor, there was ‘sex in the air’ as one of my Florida friends would say. With all the tips they were shoving our way, we were getting silly ourselves, and… well, we were going to wind up fucking sooner or later.”
Juniper(Gregg): “The hell does that mean? I didn’t want to have sex with you!”
Gregg(Juniper): “Maybe not normally, but… when men want to fuck a woman, you can see it in their eyes. And that applies to you, Mister Darn.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Are you saying this is all my fault?”
Gregg(Juniper): “Hell no! Guys have never looked as good as they do with your eyes, and what sort of idiot of a man wouldn’t want to have sex in a woman’s body at least once?”
Watching Gregg(Juniper) fill up his depleted glass, Juniper(Gregg) contemplated a crass response… before the sober part of her mind won out.
Juniper(Gregg): “…I think you’re overestimating your gender there, buddy.”
Gregg(Juniper): “And I think you’re too stuck in your ways. My sisters always asked me what having a penis was like, so I thought that this was a common fantasy for women or something.”
Juniper(Gregg): “I can assure you I had never so much as thought of having a penis before I was thrown in your body.”
As she said that, Juniper(Gregg) became painfully aware that she was still naked. Breaking away from the conversation, she tossed on a tank top and brief to cover herself, shaking her head for being so oblivious and getting dizzy in the process.
Juniper(Gregg): “Your alcohol tolerance is pretty shit by the way. I had, what, two beers and a cocktail and it feels like angels are bowling in my brain.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Yeah, I know. I never had the money to go out, party, or build up a tolerance. Even my friends were too crazy for me to even think about going out drinking. Personally, I considered it a strength.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Yeah, and thanks for telling me about it…”
Seeing that the conversation entered a lull, Gregg(Juniper) began brewing a pot of coffee for the pair and reached into the fridge, plopping out some bread and eggs before fishing up a frying pan. He casually began making eggs for him and his roommate by circumstance, chatting as he cracked them into a cup.
Gregg(Juniper): “So, what do you say about going for a round two after breakfast. I didn’t really get to focus on being a woman in bed.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Abso-goddamn-lutely not. I’m not going to embrace what I have been given, unlike you. I… I just want to get back to normal. I want my long hair back, want my boobs back, want my voice back, my soft skin back! It’s not like I asked for this, or knew that this was going to happen, and… we have no idea when that crazy bitch is going to turn us back!”
Gregg(Juniper): “Hey, don’t think I don’t want to go back to normal. I’ve been trying to make the most of a messed up situation, but I’d go back to being myself in a heartbeat.”
Juniper(Gregg): “Really? Because with how much you’ve been practicing your strut, you could have fooled me.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Look, one of us has to be the optimist, and it may as well be me. You seem a bit too sheltered to take things like this in stride.”
The sizzling of eggs on the pan punctuated Gregg(Juniper)’s snide remark. Juniper(Gregg) tried to think of some quip she could fire back, but as she looked at the situation before her, seeing this guy in her body make her breakfast, she realized she needed to cool it.
Juniper(Gregg): “Hey, uh… I’m sorry. I know I have been a bitch since we wound up like this, but I would not have been able to get through it without you.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Heh. Being a guy isn’t as easy as it seems?”
Juniper(Gregg): “Sure, I guess that works. I expected to be treated with more… respect from others. For them to call me sir, to think I was qualified to do what I was doing. All my life I’ve been told that this and that would be easier if I was a man, but that’s not what I experienced. People just look at me like I’m some criminal punk, and… I don’t know if that’s worse than having men twice my age look at me like I’m a damn product they can browse for free.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Oh, so that wasn’t only me. I think you thought about what it would be like to be a White man, or a Latino. I’ve been all over the country at this point, been to major cities and rural shitholes, and if there’s one constant, it’s the racism. Some don’t like to show it, some show it like they’re trying to impress their friends, but White people, even in Democratic strongholds like Chicago, are racist in their heart.”
While he spoke, the toast popped out of the toaster and the first batch of eggs were scrambled, allowing Gregg(Juniper) to fill up the first plate.
Juniper(Gregg): “Why are you telling me this like it’s news to me? I’m Mexican! I know how dumb White people are. …It’s everyone else that took me by surprise.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Well, now you know! If you’re a Black man, you can make it work in some circumstances, but you need to know how and when to perform Blackness, how to harness Black masculinity, and that’s easier said than done. Now, being a Mexican chick? I think I’m getting that down. Just play into what they want, give them some sass to know you’re not easy, and when dudes throw some garbage half-mispronounced Spanish my way, [I can just code switch and call them men of miniscule caliber, like barnacles on a whale’s ass.] and they won’t know the goldarn difference. How do people who speak foreign languages not do that shit ALL THE TIME?”
Juniper(Gregg): “…For a second I thought you were candidly aware of the complexities of race in America. In retrospect, you are just a wise moron.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Eh, I’ve been called worse.”
Juniper(Gregg): “You need to be careful as a woman, no matter the race, and if you play into what some scumbag guys want, they might jump you in an alley and rape you.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Yeah. And if a Black man gets on the bad side of some cracker with a gun, then bam, you’re dead and the dude’s probably getting out in three years. Unless he’s a cop, then he just gets severance pay. I might not be book smart, but I am street smart. I’m not from some Podunk town in the middle of Colorado.”
Before Juniper(Gregg) could muster up the energy needed for a response, Gregg(Juniper) made like a homemaker and produced a second plate of eggs and toast, bringing it to what had become their meal table. Juniper(Gregg) wandered over there as Gregg(Juniper) prepared two mugs of mediocre coffee from their cheap-ass coffee maker, carrying them to the table before sitting down. Still hungover and just starting to feel hungry, the two began eating and drinking, each feeling something pop in their stomachs as something hot and moist flowed through them.
Juniper(Gregg): “So, what do we have planned for today? Same club, different night?”
Gregg(Juniper): “Yeah, and our shift doesn’t start until 20:00, so we’ve got time to burn. If we hustle, we might even be able to deposit all of this cash before the banks close.”
Juniper(Gregg): “I still can’t believe we made $150 each, in tips, last night…”
Gregg(Juniper): “I can! Between this and the cash that loli lady gave us, I feel like I’m rolling in dough!”
Juniper(Gregg): “…I don’t think that word means what you think it means…”
Gregg(Juniper): “Loli, lolita, same difference. So, how do you feel about opening up a joint savings account?”
Juniper(Gregg): “…I feel like you’re setting up a punchline.”
Before replying, Gregg(Juniper) downed his mug of coffee, letting out a satisfied “ah.”
Gregg(Juniper): “I’m just trying to be realistic here. If we were to get together with anyone at this point, it would have to be each other.”
From the smug look on his borrowed face, Juniper(Gregg) could tell that was the punchline.
Juniper(Gregg): “Maybe wise moron was giving you too much credit.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Hey! …You get what I’m saying though, right?”
Juniper(Gregg): “That our lives are not our own, we are codependent on each other, and unless we find some way to get back to normal, we are stuck like this?”
Gregg(Juniper): “Nailed it!”
Juniper(Gregg): “Yeah. I feel like I can’t even see my friends like this, as I’m not me, and you’re not me either. I never considered you my friend before this, you were just some guy I saw when doing gig work. But now… if you’re not a friend, I don’t want to know what you are.”
Gregg(Juniper): “I didn’t expect my first female friend to be a dude.”
Juniper(Gregg): “…And I didn’t expect my first male friend to be wearing my body like a messed up parasite.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Wouldn’t that also make you a ‘messed up parasite?'”
Fortune favored Juniper(Gregg), as she just finished downing her food by the time Gregg(Juniper) threw the question back at her. It was a brief meal, but when you’re hungry and hungover, you eat fast.
Juniper(Gregg): “It makes me the person in charge of keeping this place clean, and both of us still stink of booze and sweat. Let’s take a shower, do a load of laundry, and figure out what we want to do for the rest of the day.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Let us, eh? Inviting me to a shower after our first time? How risqué.”
Juniper(Gregg): “What? How did you even…”
Before Juniper(Gregg) could unpack whatever nonsense her body swap buddy was going on about, she became transfixed by her original body’s hair. It was a mess, and would need to be washed properly. Her mind flashed back to the other hairdos that Gregg(Juniper) sported this past week and her expression soured, leading her to sigh as she determined a response.
Juniper(Gregg): “Well, I am going to need to help you with your hair. Because I don’t think you know how to wash it properly.”
Gregg(Juniper): “Forgive me for not knowing the nuances of straight girl hair. There’s only so much I can learn from YouTube! …Wait, are you serious about taking a shower together? That was supposed to be a joke.”
Juniper(Gregg): “How else am I supposed to show you how to wash your hair without making a mess? It’s not like we have a bathtub.”
While he had veto power, Gregg(Juniper) just shrugged and got to it. He plopped the dishes in the sink, stripped off the oversized shirt that was the only thing covering his person, and grabbed some clean underwear before heading to the shower. Half a minute later, Juniper(Gregg) followed him into this shoebox of a bathroom, buck naked. The two exchanged a final look of “are we really going to do this” before turning on the water, waiting for it to get hot, and squeezing into the shower together. This would be a decent fit if the two of them were ten or twenty kilograms lighter, but with their bodies being shaped as they were, it was certainly snug.
Gregg(Juniper): “Alright, mistress of hair, how does one do it?”
Juniper(Gregg): “Should be pretty simple. Just scrub your scalp with shampoo, rinse it out, then lather the conditioner across your hair, all of it, but especially the ends. My hair gets pretty oily, and I think you weren’t using enough.”
Acting like this was just another of his many jobs over the past few months, Gregg(Juniper) followed instructions closely, making sure to use enough shampoo as he meticulously scrubbed his scalp, probably a bit too hard given his longer nails. He then rinsed his hair out, gauging how much conditioner he should use, slowly squeezing it out before being told it was enough. Gregg(Juniper) moved his hands methodically, still getting to grips with this whole “long hair” thing, trying to avoid the many split ends that he encountered. With hair that went down to his mid-back, it was a bit much for him to handle, struggling to reach every angle. With a sigh, Juniper(Gregg) to took her larger, coarser, hands to it, slowly rubbing it, feeling how soft it was, and being greeted with the subtle fruity scent of her hair products.
It should have been a normal everyday task for her, yet as she ran her hands through what should be her hair, she was struck by a sense of… longing.
Gregg(Juniper): “Hey, uh, is this enough, or do we need to keep going? I only know how my sisters washed their hair, and this is—”
Juniper(Gregg): “Yeah, yeah, we’re done, we’re done. Let’s… let’s just wash the rest of ourselves now. H-Hand me the soap.”
Complying, Gregg(Juniper) handed the bottle of soap and waited his turn to wash himself. He blankly stared past the steamy glass of the shower stall as the hot water danced across his form, from his face to his breasts and down into his vagina. After a week of showers, he had gotten “used” to the sight, yet knowing that there was someone in here with him, it turned this intimate isolated activity into… something else. No part of him was private, and as he thought back on hazy drunken memories of feeling of his own dick penetrating his pussy, it made his lower half twinge in excitement.
Juniper(Gregg): “…egg, Gregg, GREGG! Take the soap!”
Gregg(Juniper): “Huh? Oh, right, yeah, let me just—”
Turning around, Gregg(Juniper) felt something brush against his hips. It had some girth to it, did not feel like metal, and was about five inches long. It was not the shower head or basket, so what was it? He looked down to see what it was, only for Juniper(Gregg) to spin around, telling on herself.
Gregg(Juniper): “Oh? Getting a little hot and bothered in the shower, are you? Well, if you are that eager to have our second time toge—”
Right in the middle of that sentence, a pulsating sensation rippled through the minds and bodies of Juniper and Gregg. Everything stopped, their minds hit pause, and their senses rapidly faded only to return a moment later. Both found themselves to still be in the shower, but Gregg was staring at a wall, his hands around his crotch, while Juniper was looking on at Gregg’s naked Black ass. Both attempted to move in response to this change in perspective, and both nearly tumbled over each other, saved by the cramped conditions of the shower. With confusion abound and the situation slippery, Juniper turned off the shower and stared at Gregg as he turned around.
They stared at their faces, mirroring each other’s expression as they confirmed that… they were back to normal. Gregg was back in his body, Juniper was back in hers, and following this moment of silent realization, the two shouted loud.
Juniper: “HOLY SHIT!”
Gregg: “You’re you, and that means I’m me!”
Juniper: “We… we’re back to normal? How? Why? Was getting horny in the shower the key to get our bodies back?”
Gregg: “Hold on, what time is it?”
Juniper: “I dunno, like 13:00 or something, I guess?”
Gregg: “It’s been seven days— that bitch made this last a week down to the minute!”
Juniper: “Oh, thank GOD! I was worried I’d have to be you for the rest of my life. Oh, I could kiss you right now!”
Upon saying that, Juniper leaned closer, puckering up her lips… only to stop as she laid eyes on Gregg’s wet beard.
Juniper: “…If you ditched the beard. I hated that thing.”
Gregg: “What? But I thought the ladies loved the beard!”
Juniper: “Not when they have to wear it for a week! G-Get out of my shower so I can finish getting myself clean.”
Gregg: “Damn, kicking me out right after you were about to kiss me.”
Juniper: “J-Just give me a minute of peace and quiet with my own body, okay? G-Go start the laundry or something, please.”
Without saying anything more, Gregg did just that, opening the shower door and grabbing a towel to dry himself off as he walked out of the bathroom, underwear in hand.
Finally, alone and herself for the first time in over a week, Juniper slunk down to the shower floor and just sat there, wet and naked, for a few seconds. She was thinking about anything as she delighted in the silence… until she had the confidence to accept this as reality.
Juniper: “I missed you, body. Breasts, I’ll never say anything bad about you ever again. Without you, I just feel naked. Long hair, you might be a pain to deal with sometimes, but you are so soft and pleasant. My skin, my fingers, it’s easy to forget how smooth you are and how so many people just don’t feel like that. And you… why are you so horny? Did… Well, I guess I wasn’t much better. Just seeing my body like that, looking at my ass, it made me so hard and— no, no, what is wrong with me? I am me, that is my ass, and… and if it made me feel like that, then maybe Gregg also feels like that? I don’t know if he is good in bed, and I can’t remember much about what we did last night, but if masturbation is anything to go by—”
Before she could continue her aroused yapping, Juniper found the sense needed to turn on the water, keeping it ice-cold to quell any unwanted sensations.
Juniper: “AAAHHH! I knew that I should have never come to this blasted city! Get a grip on yourself Juniper, you are you, you are a strong independent woman, and if you DARE allow tonight to end like last night then… I don’t even know what I’ll do with myself.”
While Juniper cleaned herself off and found some semblance of peace, Gregg trekked down to the basement with a basket of laundry to shove in the apartment complex’s washing machine. It was empty, as per usual, with no clothes left in either the washer or dryer. Rather than just throw the clothes in and get out, as he pawed through the bagged bras and panties of Juniper, he could not help but be struck by certain… feelings.
Gregg: “Damn it! I was minutes away from getting a round two, but I just slept too long! Sure, we got it once, but I was drunk! I wanted to feel it raw, feel it normally. …At least I got to try it. Not many men can say that! I wouldn’t have wanted to stay like that forever, but I’m gonna miss having boobs I could squeeze whenever I wanted for a quick thrill. …And my sisters were right. I do make for a decent girl.”
Throwing the washer door shut, he hit the commands for a normal load before adjusting his pants, sticking a hand past his waist to feel up his still-erect junk.
Gregg: “…If Juniper were into this, I think we could have a lot of fun… and if we can find that loli, maybe we can try this for another week.”
Verde’s Doohickey 2.0 Main Page
Act 1: SwitchY Swap
May 16th: Prom Pomf Pomf Preview
May 29th: Enter Verde’s Doohickey 2.0
May 30th: Let’s Get Swappin’
May 31st: Flare Family Fiasco
June 1st: Graduation Day
June 2nd: The Kurokawa ‘Sisters’
June 3rd: My Day As Zoe Xing
June 4th: Love in Seoul
June 5th: Sister Mother and Sister Daughter
June 6th: Back 2.0 Basics
June 7th: Assembling the Posse
June 8th: Anita Neukar in… Vivi Gaimz
June 9th: Mother Daughter Heart-2.0-Heart
June 10th: Daisuke and Paz in… Wacked Up Wednesday
June 11th: VAG Swap
June 12th: Terra’s Tomorrow
June 13th: Haruki’s Birthday Bash
Act 2: CHAOTIC CHANGES
June 14th: Jade and the Kuro Abigale Quinlans
June 15th: Aku_Mako’s E3 2015 Rundown – Day Zero
June 16th: Transform Sex Power
June 17th: Erotic Blitz
June 18th: An Evening At The Local Water Park
June 19th: Date Night Cubed
June 20th: Chicago Diamond Symphonia
June 21st: The Father’s Day Resurrection Special
June 22nd: Nazz and Liang Do Flare Industries
June 23rd: The Kurokawa Family Visits the Museum of Science and Industry
June 24th: Whatever Happened to… Yuccot Kikansky?
June 25th: A World Where The Gamers Won
June 26th: Bond Xing
June 27th: SSS – Sizzling Sexual Summer
June 28th: Lesbians 2.0 Gay Boys
June 29th: Caroline and Raiyne’s Cabin Logs
ACT 3: WORLDLY WONDERS
July 1st: We Lost the Remote in Tokyo!
July 2nd: Maid Café Mishaps
July 3rd: Pier Parties and Peaceful Palavers
July 4th: The Freedom To Get High At Burger Queen!
July 5th: From Nippon With Love
July 6th: Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 1
July 7th: Jade & Caroline’s Austrian Adventure Episode 1
July 8th: Max’s Buff Quest Episode 1
July 9th: Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 2
July 10th: Jade & Caroline’s Austrian Adventure Episode 2
July 11th: Max’s Buff Quest Episode 2
July 12th: Let’s Go Mexico with Haruya ‘n’ Da Boyz! Episode 3
July 13th: Jade & Caroline’s Austrian Adventure Episode 3
July 14th: Max’s Buff Quest Episode 3
July 15th: Utage Three-Point-Oh!