Stilgar reappeared just in time to follow us upstairs. He hung back a bit after sniffing me. I was shirtless; Josefina was down to her hosiery. She had her Kanken in one hand.

I was explaining how the Anomaly homed in on my dreams, how they got in through the front door, how they spoke in my head while I stood rooted to the spot.

"Figures they would find you, ya horny little monster simp."

“Takes one to know one,” I said, turning the door handle. “And here we are, this is where the literal magic happens.”

I’d made a quick pass at tidying up the bedroom. The orangy hardwood floor had received a cursory sweeping. The bed was made for once, my papers were shoved into a drawer, and the usual twin piles of clean and dirty laundry had become a neatly folded stack and a filled hamper. From the big window, there was a nice view of the forest to the south and part of Ithaca.

"I see you prepared for company." She grinned wryly. "Mind if I take a few minutes to get out of drag?"

"Be my guest," I said.

She took her bag into the en-suite, while I shimmied out of the jeans and briefs and took my spot under the covers. Stilgar leapt up and sat down next to me. Nice of him to warm a place for her. I heard her unzip the bag and start the faucet.

"So, you said there's a device of some kind that creates the dick?"

"Yeah, remind me to show you later. A little silvery disc shaped thing. Within that disc is all the unfathomable spooky tech that lets me shapeshift my bits."

I could hear Josefina splashing water on herself.

"What powers it?" She asked.

"Oddly enough, sex. These demons, and their tech, somehow draw energy from the meeting of minds. And they said nothing is a more efficient source than two or more sapient creatures having sex."

She snickered. "Convenient. Explains why they were so eager to find you and fuck you." 

There was more fumbling with bags, and more splashing. Then she stopped the faucet and came back in. Bare ass naked this time. I could really see how the HRT was gradually remolding her, just like it was with me. Her breasts, while small, were definitely feminine looking in a way mine had ceased to be. Her hips hadn't changed much, but that butt...

"Josefina Torres, you bring that pretty ass over here right now. Stilgar, I'm sorry boy, you are sexiled. I don't need you watching like a creep from the foot of the bed." I gently but firmly shoved the fluffball; he grumbled, but got the message and left.

Josefina slid into bed next to me as demurely as possible. "So, what next?"

"Well, we definitely need to be warming that ass up a bit if we're gonna fuck. But also, I was thinking I could finally try my hand at muffing?"

"Ooh! I'm down for that. You got some rubber gloves? Let me see your fingernails, too, while I'm at it. Not too shabby. Alright, yeah, I'll show you the ropes."

I nodded, rolled over and reached for the nightstand drawer where I kept most of my sex supplies.

"I'm grabbing you a pair too," I said, "for later. In case you'd like to finger my holes."

"Holes, plural?"

"Yes," I said, "it adds a little something to do both." In an eyeblink, I did away with the space dick. In its place was my default plumbing, the tight front hole and slightly over-developed clitoris.

I'd had a vague aversion to penetration in front since I was a preteen, with certain exceptions for insertables and wearables. Somewhere along the line, though, I'd discovered that double penetration was mentally assonant.

Josefina was getting into a downward facing dog pose on her elbows and knees. She reached back with one hand.

"Okay, you see right here, where the base of the scrote is? The holes where my balls dropped are right there and there. Just press gently, you'll feel it."

Can I just say, when you really think about it, genitals feel really odd, regardless of which ones you have.

My questing fingers sank gingerly into the soft tissue between her legs, and there I found them. I slid in with little resistance, maybe half of the last knuckle of each finger.

“How’s that, babe?”

"Mm, nice. Careful though. That's as deep as it goes."

Delicately I fingered them. And remembering what she'd demonstrated on me, I gave her taint a nice firm lick, stopping just short of her ass.

"Ahhhh. You're a natural, Shel."

“You ready for me to warm up that ass?”

“Mm, yes Daddy. I mean… fuck! I’m sorry, that just slipped out.” Her muscles tensed in dismay, and her balls and taint tightened.

I snorted a little.

“Oh goodness, no, it’s okay, really. You just caught me by surprise.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“Jo, would you… like to call me Daddy? Because I’d be flattered.”

Josefina looked back at me and smiled wryly. “Yes. I'd love to be your babygirl.”

“Alright,” I said, and I gave her ass a playful swat. My two fingers still sat with the tips sunk partway into her tight little muff-holes. She gasped.

“Ohh. Babygirl likes. Hey, can you finger me while you're doing that?”

"I can... but actually, I've got an even better idea."

I carefully formed the mental image of a particularly wet, slimy octopus arm, sprouting obliquely from between my legs. In a snap it materialized, a bit under two feet from crotch to tapered end, pale blue and undulating slowly.

“Yes,” I said as I wrung some extra slime out at the tip, “No peeking now…”

The soft, finger-thin tip made contact with her anus. She tensed up with surprise, then recovered her senses and leaned back onto me and relaxed. It began to slide into her.

“Wait, this can’t be your dick… is this the new toy thing?”

I beamed. “Take a look.”

She looked back and caught a glimpse of the suckered arm's thick trunk.

“No way! A fucking tentacle? You really are the man of my dreams."

I beamed.

"Does it feel like you imagined?"

"Pretty much… but shit, it gets thick in a hurry!”

I leaned forward and whispered, “I know you can do it, babygirl.” Then I gave her ass a nice hard spank with my left hand.

Josefina yelped.

“It does get thicker,” I continued, “but it also squishes down easily.”

“Feed me that fucking thing,” she growled.

So I did. Falteringly, centimeter by centimeter, and with plenty of sporadic smacks to her ass. Just to make sure she was relaxed enough and I wasn’t pushing too hard. Soon I had the length of a hand buried inside her. She was breathing sharply through pursed lips, greedy for more.

“Damn. Wanna flip me over, so I can watch you work while I stroke off my girldick?”

“I’ll do you one better, babygirl. I’ll stroke you myself, and you can muff it if you like.”

We rolled her over. At no point did I remove the arm from her ass, although I did pull back a little. I grabbed hold of the girldick, which was at 3/4 mast, and stroked it, slowly at first, coaxing a little more stiffness. She sighed deeply and laid back her head, and lo and behold, I slid deeper into her, until a little less than half the length of the arm was in there. It was a hell of a squeeze. But it was working.

Josefina's jaw fell wide open.

"Oh my god, oh my god. It's just like I thought. Nobody fists like an octopus."

Precum was dripping from her, slow and steady like a faucet left not quite shut.

“I think it’s time babygirl got fucked with the space dick. Don’t you?”

It was all she could do to nod profusely. So, gingerly I pulled out, until the very tip of the arm slid out with a burst of flatulence. We both smiled and laughed, the arm reverted to the space dick, and I bent over her to plant several little kisses on her lips and cheeks.

"Tell me what you want," I whispered.

"I want you to fuck me in my little hole, please daddy!"

“Anything for you, Princess.”

I propped up her ass with a throw pillow. Then, I spat in my right hand and rubbed it all over the marble-smooth head of the tumescent space dick. I took a nice, deep breath, sighed blissfully, and slid it into the slimed up entrance to Josefina's ass. I exhaled slowly.

"I feel your heat, Daddy!"

"I feel yours, babygirl."

With my hands planted firmly to either side of her, I slid into her. Eyes shut and gasping from the sensation, she easily took most of my length in one go after all that warming up. A low growl escaped my throat.

The urge to pound was strong; but the reward of long slow strokes was sweeter.

"How's it feel?" I asked.

"Perfect.”

We both kind of checked out of our senses and just existed in that for a few minutes. Me gliding back and forth, Josefina idly jerking off, a little two part chorale of sighs and groans in tenor and alto respectively.

But eventually, as always happens, strident need crept back in and whacked bliss over the head with an ornamental vase.

“I need more, Shel. Take me. Make me cum.”

“Happy to.”

Abruptly, I grabbed her by the tits and slammed into her. She squealed. Our eyes met, and she nodded vigorously. So I kept right at it, stealing her breath away until a modest second orgasm of the night stole mine.

“Ooh,” she said, “I felt that spurt. So uh… do you have a refractory period?”

“Ha, you wish.”

"Finish me off then, stud."

I bent low to press our mouths together, pounding away as we made out. Josefina's eyes began to get wide, and I pulled back.

"You going to come for me, babygirl?"

"Yes," she said, almost a whisper.

"Do it," I said, "right in my hand." I laid my right hand over her left, which was jerking off furiously. She was nodding assent, too close to the precipice to speak more than a word or two at a time.

"Good. And then... I'm going to have you... over every piece of furniture... in this house."

Josefina’s free hand pressed against her lower abdomen like a bug squashed flat under Jovian gravity. She let out a wail like a banshee, as the first big gout of jizz went wide of my efforts to catch it, and landed in her short-cropped hair. She kept right on screaming as I caught the remainder in my hand, pounding it out of her until she ground to a halt and I followed suit.

I licked my hand clean. “Mmm. So mild and refreshing.”

Jo’s eyes were glazed and her movements were lethargic. “That’s the E for you,” she muttered.

“Jo, I… I…”

“Yeah?” She smiled stupidly. Her face and neck were flushed, and her skin seemed to glow even without the makeup.

“I’m so glad we did this. Being with you feels right.”

“Heh. Same.”

Six hours, and a few more rounds of vigorous body-knocking later, the pre-dawn light cast its first rays through the window and onto the four armed, four legged monster that was me and Josefina in our post-coital tangle. I don't sleep comfortably with most people, but I had history with her; the fact that we'd enjoyed simultaneous orgasms before collapsing into slumber certainly didn't hurt.

I’d adhered to the spirit if not the letter of my promise: I’d fucked her in the bed, bent over the farmhouse table in the dining room, up against the shower door, and sucked her off on the kitchen counter. That last one was tricky for a girl of her height, but I thought I’d made it worth her while.

Anyway there we lay, drooling and probably snoring to raise the dead, when I was awakened by the scream of a rooster. I had this feeling that something was amiss, but for a moment I couldn’t place it. Wait.

The farm didn't have any roosters at present.

I lifted my head, wiped the spittle from my face, and nearly fell out of bed when I saw Ana, in feminine form, stationed in the rattan chair in the corner, silently watching us. A rooster's head extended from just below their right armpit, and presently it, and Ana's human head, both cocked and glared at me slant-wise.

WE WARNED YOU, said the familiar voice in my head, ABOUT LEAVING THE PROSTHESIS IN PLACE TOO LONG, YES? IT WILL TAKE SOME DOING TO REVERT IT.

Oh shit. I'd been having so much fun I never got around to showing J how I remove the space dick.

Very slowly, covered in goose pimples, I sent a questing hand down my briefs, unsure if it'd find a big dick, a cute little clit with lips and vag, or the in-between-ish model that'd been my birthright. I sighed heartily when I recognized the heft of the space dick, still stiff with morning wood. Then, as I withdrew my fingertips, my wrist brushed against something impossible.

I jerked back. Unable to make sense of what my fingertips were telling my brain, I steeled myself and forced my eyes to focus. There, on my belly. What in fucking gehenna...

Right where my navel ought to be was a mouth, complete with lips, teeth and tongue, slavering and working its jaw in frustration. My briefs obscured the bottom lip.

GOOD THING YOU LIKE ADVENTURES, EARTHMAN.

Paying no heed to my present entangled situation, I grabbed for the covers and shrieked.