Chapter 37

“You know,” Zoey said, “it’s weird being propositioned to by someone trying to kill me two minutes ago.”

“Then take your anger out on me.” Not-Zoey waggled her ass, still turned over on her stomach and looking back at Zoey with a smirk. “I might not be as durable as Mel when it comes to this, but I think I can put up a good fight.”

“Aren’t you a second-advancement boss? Shouldn’t you be more durable?”

“If fucking was all I did, maybe. Not trying to spoil the surprise too much ... but you might want to wear me down for phase three.”

“Phase three.” By the sounds of it, more of phase one. Combat. More of her trying to kill Zoey. Which was quite the thing to hang over Zoey’s head while wiggling her ass around invitingly. Fuck it. “You know what? Sure. Wear you down. I can go for some of that.”

Not-Zoey grinned, and a glint appeared in her eyes. “Ready to find out what your own pussy feels like?”

Which succeeded in making Zoey’s heart skip a beat, despite the circumstances. Where had Not-Zoey’s timidity gone?

Zoey crawled across the bedsheets, the plush material indenting as she moved. She perched herself overtop Not-Zoey.

Despite having shifted bodies several times, the thick black ink from their body-writing event was as visible as ever. ‘FREE USE CUM DUMPSTER’, Not-Zoey’s ass read.

Fuck. Her cock twitched in excitement.

Zoey guided it between two soft cheeks, rubbing it up and down Not-Zoey’s ass, between bolded letters. Soon to be true. She guided it down, rubbing her cockhead against slick folds, lubricating herself in preparation.

My folds, Zoey hazily corrected herself. Rubbing my cockhead against my folds.

This was her pussy she’d be thrusting into. Even if it was guided by a consciousness that wasn’t hers, it was still her own body. Every biological detail, perfectly duplicated. And maybe not her mind exactly, but something close—just, merged with another’s consciousness. For most meaningful uses of the word, Not-Zoey was her. Her memories, her personality.

However intense the fight had been a few minutes prior, Zoey’s brain quickly grew addled by lust. She slid her cock up and down, rubbing against agonizingly soft flesh—her own flesh—mentally bracing herself for what she was about to do.

“Hurry up, won’t you?” Not-Zoey breathed. She sounded as tantalized by the idea as Zoey.

She lined her cockhead up to Not-Zoey’s opening. Even just sliding, the feeling was incredible. Warm, inviting, wet. Not-Zoey rubbed back, arching her back, and encouraging Zoey to thrust in.

“Ready?” Zoey asked, her voice grown husky.

“For that thing? Probably never.”

Zoey pushed forward, pressing the head of her cock into Not-Zoey’s entrance. She breathed in as she pushed past tight resistance, sinking inside Not-Zoey’s sex.

I’m inside myself.

Zoey’s entire body burned with the idea. Not-Zoey’s warm, tight pressure enveloped her member, spreading through her shaft, making her whole body tingle with pleasure. The feeling was electric, amplified a hundred times over by the mental stimulation of knowing it was her own pussy she’d just pushed into.

Zoey’s breath caught as she thrusted again. Then again, and again, picking up speed. A needy, foreign force took over Zoey’s hips. She slapped in, harder, faster, deeper with every passing second.

“Oh god,” Not-Zoey groaned, pressing her face into the bedsheets as Zoey filled her up.

Zoey’s hips finally hit Not-Zoey’s ass, her back-and-forth efforts finally driving all the way into Not-Zoey’s pussy. Like usual, she’d needed to ease in. But now she held still for a moment, savoring the sensation of having another woman’s pussy—that was also her own—wrapped around her cock.

It was a feeling, Zoey realized, she would never tire of. Being inside another girl made her feel ... powerful. She’d always been a person not afraid to take control in bed, but this, the tight pressure of wet, squirming pussy-walls around her cock ... it gave her an almost primal sense of control, something heady and intoxicating.

The fact it was her own pussy she’d entered? Her own tight walls pleasuring her cock? It took the sensation to eleven.

Zoey growled, leaning forward and breathing hot air into Not-Zoey’s ear. She lifted her hips then slammed them back forward. Flesh slapped against flesh, and waves of pleasure ran up and down her spine, shooting bolts of lightning through her nerves. She needed more.

“Faster,” Not-Zoey groaned, apparently agreeing. “You call this ... a fucking?”

Zoey picked up speed. Her hips slammed back and forth as she pistoned in and out of the girl beneath her. Slaps echoed around the room from the vigor of Zoey’s thrusts. The sheets thumped and fluttered under their bodies, tossed about by the forceful impact, each more powerful than the last, sinking their bodies into the material then back up. The bedframe creaked as they bounced. Her cock slid in and out of tight, coaxing walls.

Zoey hooked her two middle fingers into Not-Zoey’s mouth and pulled her back. Not-Zoey licked at Zoey’s fingers even as she whined incoherent, lewd noises.

Fuck. This is so good. A second ago, Not-Zoey had been trying to kill her. Now, Zoey was giving it everything she had to slam her cock into her. Talk about a swap-up.

Either way, Zoey took out some of her frustration on her partner. Not-Zoey’d been the one to suggest it in the first place.

Not-Zoey’s back arched as Zoey rammed her cock with growing intensity. Not-Zoey’s moans and gasps turned to loud, desperate pleas for more. She was starting to shake. Zoey’s efforts were working. Her fourteen inch girlcock had turned the woman into a puddle of begging and growing ecstasy with a speed even Zoey hadn’t expected.

Zoey grabbed a handful of Not-Zoey’s black hair and forced her head back. “Do you like it? My thick cock filling you up? Tell me you like it.”

Not-Zoey moaned in response, and Zoey roughly yanked her head side-to-side. She felt she could be forgiven the roughness, seeing how Not-Zoey had been trying to kill her.

And she’d suspected Not-Zoey would like it. The pained moan wasn’t all pain, and Not-Zoey panted with fluttering eyes, basking in the sharpening-of-sensations her yanked-on hair had brought.

She was Zoey. Zoey didn’t mind when things got rough, either.

“Answer me,” Zoey growled into her ear.

“I ... I love it. I want your cum inside me,” Not-Zoey groaned. “Make me yours. Fill me up with your seed. Please.” Her body, and pussy, spasmed beneath her as the first of many-to-come orgasms wracked her body. Zoey picked up speed, the slapping of flesh intensifying, and her own orgasm building with equally unexpected speed.

“Say it again,” Zoey snarled, shoving Not-Zoey’s face into the sheets and rubbing it into the fabric. Not-Zoey cried and shuddered as her climax coursed through her. “Tell me what you want.”

“I said,” the muffled, gasping response came. “I want—I want to be full of your, your—” She couldn’t get the words out, her orgasms erasing her ability to speak. But it was enough for Zoey.

Zoey slammed one last time into Not-Zoey and let go. She erupted, shooting load after load of sticky cum deep into her copy-cat. A torrential flood poured from her cock. She felt every muscle in her body tense, helping squeeze every drop out. The heat grew in her core until it overwhelmed her with its ecstasy. It coursed and coursed, matching each shudder and clench of her cock buried into Not-Zoey’s insides. Not-Zoey’s spasming pussy helped milk Zoey. Zoey’s mind drifted away, overcome by a sea of intense bliss.

When she finally came down, Zoey collapsed forward onto Not-Zoey’s back. Zoey’s sweaty body pressed into hers. They panted as they withdrew from their respective orgasms. Zoey’s exhausted muscles relaxed, softening as the explosive high left her.

Maybe she was getting used to the exhausting effect of this new sort of climax, but Zoey barely needed to rally. She hadn’t done a quarter of what she wanted to Not-Zoey—this face-shifting creature who’d a few minutes ago been trying to hurt her. She didn’t hold any real grudges, she guessed—somewhat of a lie—but she took satisfaction in dominating a person who’d moment before been so thoroughly trouncing her.

And it was Zoey’s job to ‘wear her down’. This, at least, she could contribute to the fight.

Zoey pushed herself back up, pulling her cock from Not-Zoey’s insides. Cum poured out and ran into the sheets, gushing from a hole that had been stuffed to bursting with Zoey’s cock a second before. She moved her cock up, higher, nudging into Not-Zoey’s other entrance. Zoey didn’t know if she’d ever have a chance to fuck herself again, so she intended to make good use of the opportunity.