by Oblimo
"Because that part of me doesn't know something that this part of me knows," Venus said, glaring up again.
"Doesn't know what?" Dee said.
Galatea popped the green fairy in and swallowed her down. She reached out wide to run her hands along imaginary wings. "Oh, that did feel good," she said, "definitely worth the wait."
"Doesn't know what?" Dee said again, but Galatea dropped close, and boomed, "Come little sister."
Venus stood on the mattress to face the titaness. "'If human beings are not drowned,'" asked Venus to Galatea, as if reciting from a book, "'can they live forever? Do they never die as we do here in the sea?'"
Galatea's face crinkled in confusion. "'Yes,'" she replied, also speaking as if conducting a ritual recitation. "'They must also die, and their term of life is even shorter than ours, but when we cease to exist here we only become the foam on the surface of the water, and we have not even a grave down here of those we love.'"
"'So I shall die,'" recited the jade Venus, turning back to face Dee, her eyes bright and sad, "'and as the foam of the sea I shall be driven about never again to hear the music of the waves, or to see the pretty flowers nor the red sun…'"
Venus raised her supple arms high above her head and entwined her hands, back-to-back, palms outward, in one single, fluid motion.
"Wait," Dee said, his heart in his mouth, his vision blurring. He scrambled to reach out to her, the absinthe in his system and the glop all over the bed making every movement unsure and flailing.
"…Nor know the taste of your tears," Venus said, her fingers dissolving into foam, floating up and lost among the crashing surf surrounding them. "I love you, Dee."
"Wait!" He finally found his balance and rose to his feet.
Venus evaporated into foam that unfurled out into the wind and was gone.
"I can be such a drama queen," Galatea said, her booming laughter carrying over the surf. "Let's see if little Miss Venus had anything worth remembering. And then it'll be your turn, Dee."
Dee stood on the ruined, saturated bed, and watched her grow. Eyes shut tight in concentration, she drew more and more of the storm surge into the outline of her own body. Had she torn the roof open to stand thirty feet tall, or had she stretched out long across the ceiling and walls? Surrounded by a chaos of inrushing waves and foam, his mind on fire with the hallucinatory liqueur, Dee could not tell the difference.
The hint of a smirk puckered one corner of her mouth. "Hm." She reached above her head, entwined her hands, back-to-back, palms out…
The fall of silence was so sudden it felt like a crack in the air. The gathering waves locked into rigid sea-glass. Galatea's eyes flew wide, her burning stare searching some far, imaginary distance. A hand dropped to her mouth, its fore and middle fingers traced a timid circle over her lips and tongue before pulling away, quaking wildly. Her startled eyes fell to her trembling hand, and then to Dee's upturned face. "Dee?"
It sounded more like a choking sob than a name. Galatea swooned. The noise of the storm returned. The standing tsunami crested and broke. The force of the downpour threw Dee to the floor and in an instant he was submerged. The fluid was too airy to float in, too viscid to swim in, too dense to breathe, too hot and silken for his overloaded senses to tolerate.
That wave
Pulled me right overboard
Into permanent morgasm
Emotional action painting
—XTC, That Wave
Chapter Four: Your Ocean
Dee woke on his waterbed. His cottony mouth tasted of rotgut tequila, his eyes gummy with sleep. He felt coated in a rind of sweat. Or was it sweat? "Damn waterbed leaking again," he groaned, rolling onto his stomach, the mattress rocking in mushy waves.
"You don't have a waterbed, Dee," someone said.
He smeared the sleep away from his eyes. It was green.
His chin pressed into the mouth of a long valley between two green, translucent, perfectly proportionate but utterly titanic breasts. He pushed down with his palms to lift his head to speak—"Wha—" but rather than support his hands, the supple green material beneath him gave inward and the tits rolled forward, the valley of cleavage becoming a warming, hugging cave, so instead he just went, "Mmf!"
The earth shook; a marshmallow-quake. The towering breasts rolled back he heard a few peals of loud, girlish laughter before the green swells rushed back in to nuzzle his head again. Thinking fast—fast for him, at any rate—Dee laid stock still until the laughter and seismic cleavage activity died down. He opened his arms and legs wide to spread his weight over as much of the pliant surface as possible, and gently scooted and spider-walked away from the snuggle-trap. His dick slid down the cool, smooching surface and was iron-stiff in moments, dimpling but not breaching the surface tension of the slick stuff.
"Oh, that's good," said the voice. "I love to feel your cock get hard." His searching foot found another, smaller, gentler swell, and suddenly sunk into steamy, slurry folds. The voice cried out in alarmed delight. "O-oh, yeah! And all this time I thought you were obsessed with foreplay."
"Galatea?" Dee said.
"No, the Queen of England," said Galatea, "who the fuck else would it be? Are you fooling around with another giant Jell-O girl behind my back? I can see through my back, you know, so I wouldn't recommend it. I plan on being one possessive, jealous bitch. That dick is Mine."
Dee pulled his foot out of Galatea's sex. Her pussy was very reluctant to let it go, so he had to work it back and forth a bit to slide it free, prompting a few squeals of "Ooh!" followed by a forlorn "Aw!" like a naughty schoolgirl having her candy taken away by a headmistress.
Dee swung his legs around and padded his palms up to sit astraddle a proportionately wasp-narrow waist that was nevertheless over three feet wide. "What the Hell happened to you?"
They were still in his bedroom. His poor mattress, a few bedsprings poking out and looking tie-dyed with green paint, stood on its side against the door. A couple of electric, oscillating fans had been set up in a futile attempt to blow-dry it. A few large, lumpy garbage bags were littered about. A cloudy night sky darkened the window. Galatea sprawled on her back on the floor, nearly thrice as tall as Dee himself, her head reclining up against the wall beneath a destroyed X-Men poster. A large, arcing X crossed the wide curve above her left breast. "I think I went a little crazy for a while there," she said, her smile sad. "Oh, Dee, I'm so sorry."
Dee sat silent for a minute. "Don't be," he finally decided. "You went crazy for me."
Her head bobbed in agreement, teary-eyed but enthused. Dee rode the aftershocks of her vigorous nodding for a moment. He said, "Do you know why? Will it happen again?"
"No," she sniffled, "I don't think it will happen again. I'm different now. But why did it happen?" The darkling blush flashed up her throat. "Well, you know. You know how much I like you, well…" The gel-flesh of Galatea's broad belly reached up, wrapped and wriggled tight around Dee's erect dick, and released, making him buck and yelp. "…Solid."
"Yeah," Dee panted.
"And when you were fucking me," Galatea said, her blush burning and her words coming out in a heated rush, "really fucking me, and you were so strong and so solid and, oh, God, really riding me and I thought I would just melt away into nothing and then you came inside me and then you were suddenly so wet and so soft but still so strong and it felt so good that I just couldn't stand it and I, well, I went mad."
Galatea goggled at him, her mouth quivering and her hands fluttering about her throat until Dee whispered, "That's the hottest thing I've ever heard in my entire fucking life," and she burst into relieved laughter.
Dee hugged his legs to her waist to keep from being bounced off. Galatea purred her appreciation. "Dee, you're so…" Her blush deepened, and she rolled her eyes to the ceiling. "God," she said, mortified, "I have such a bad solid-boy fetish." She clapped her hands over her mouth, her gaze swiveled back to Dee in terror. "Oh-my-God-I-can't-believe-I-said-it," she squeaked through her fi
ngers, her blush so fierce she was black as night from the chest up.
Dee stared. "You have a solid-boy fetish?" he asked, his voice monotone.
Galatea buried her face in her hands, as only she could, surfaces blurring and melding until only a few spikes of hair stuck out distinct. "Yes," emerged a muffled cry, although Dee could see nothing that could produce the sound. "Yes! Dee, I love you, and I know you love me, but I've also got this, this thing for you. Do you know what I mean?"
Dee's face was almost as blank as hers. "I think I do."
She pulled her hands out of her face. "Dee," she pled, "don't look at me like that, like I'm some sort of pervert or something … Dee? Dee? What are you laughing at? What's so fucking funny?"
Dee couldn't draw enough breath to answer. He had gone beet-red, braying and honking with laughter, slipping sideways like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
Galatea looked furious, her neck tilting and stretching at impossible angles to follow his decline. "You jackass. I checked your web browser history and I've seen the things in your 'My Pictures' folder on your computer. I know you know what I mean."
Dee's face blanked over for a second belong spluttering back into hysterics, and this time Galatea could not help but join him, until his slow fall reached its apogee and he cracked his head on one of the garbage bags on the floor.
"Dee! You okay?"
"Yeah," Dee said, standing up beside her teacup-sized outie bellybutton, head spinning. "Ow, wow. What's in those?"
"Ice," Galatea said pointing at her abdomen, "from the ice machine in the common room. Well, a couple of common rooms from around the complex. I wanted a lot."
Dee followed her finger and saw that she was lying atop of several more garbage bags of ice. "How did you get it without being seen?" he asked.
"You'd be surprised how easily elastic, divisible, translucent green girls can sneak around at night," she answered. "That's how I got the absinthe, in case you were wondering. The goth chick three doors down brews it in her bathtub. Sorry about the alcohol poisoning, by the way."
Dee nodded. "I gotcha. Yeah, I know she does. And that's okay. But why ice?"
Galatea said, "Well, we're going to fuck in a few minutes…"
"We are?"
"…Count on it." She sneered, knife-toothed. "We only fucked once, remember? And that was hours ago, bright boy. I am so ripe for plucking I am going to pluck you until your plucking eyes plop out, you got that?"
"Did you hear me say no, or even complain?" Dee protested.
"Sorry." She softened into herself again.
No, Dee thought. She is both of them, Venus and the succubus. And the green fairy, too, and who knows who else. Good thing I want them all. "So, why the ice?"
"Well, there's so much of me right now, and all of me wants a go at you at once — it's not like I can divide a few times and convince a couple of me that they're not super-horny right now. I'm not built like normal girls. I don't just have one G-spot that I can put in a box. When it comes to you, I'm all G-spot. Hey, a pun! You follow?"
"A little," Dee said, although he thought that her Internet fetish porn-based sex education had given her a pretty skewed view of "normal girls." And guys, for that matter. Holy shit, I'm still hard. What's up with that?
"Whatever," Galatea shrugged, "as long as we fuck. Soon. Like, now. Anyway, I couldn't find any SCUBA gear or re-breathers in this damn place—don't laugh, I looked everywhere—so the next best thing is to chill me down so all of me can fuck you at once without, like, drowning you to death and stuff."
"Very considerate," said Dee, turning at a thumping noise.
Someone was trying to open the bedroom door and it bumped against the mattress. "Let me in -thump-," said Galatea's voice from the hallway, "I've got more ice -thump-. Hey, -thump- did you do this on purpose?" -Thump!- He turned back to Galatea, or the Galatea in the room at least. Her grin was wide and nervous, head kinked to one side, a single large drop of green sweat running down her hair. "Eh-heh," she said.
-Thump- "Dee's awake in there, isn't he!? -Thump!- You let me in right now, you bitch!" -Thump!-
"Let her in," Dee sighed, stepping aside, "and then let her in, if you know what I mean. You can fuck me all you want; I'll just keep coming back for more." He glared at his physiologically-defiant, Internet porn-complaint dick. "Apparently. But, as usual, a few questions first."
"Yes!" Galatea hissed, drumming her feet and fists on the floor, the naughty schoolgirl gleeful again. She sat up, and dragged the mattress down on its side, clearing the door. The door flew open. "He says we can fuck him all we wah—ant," she sang into the hallway.
A shorter Galatea — nine feet tall at the most — came skipping into the suddenly very crowded bedroom. Four of her arms carried smallish bags of ice, the remaining two arms clapping empty hands. "It's not as if he has a choy—oice," the short Galatea replied in identical sing-song.
"It's more fun when he says 'Yes,'" the taller Galatea scolded.
"But it's the very bestest if he looks scared when he says it," the shorter Galatea pointed out. "Did he look scared?"
The two jade goddesses fixed their burning gazes on Dee, who was slowly backing away. "As scared as he looks now," said the taller Galatea. She arched her back, her tits slamming back and forth.
"Awesome!" said the shorter, six-armed Galatea, tipping the bags of ice, one by one, onto the taller Galatea's chest. The ice cubes bounced about a bit on those huge breasts before being sucked down straight through the skin. "I can't wait to remember it!"
"Wow," Dee boggled.
"So eloquent too," the taller Galatea added.
"Shut up and kiss me," the shorter Galatea said, kneeling by the taller Galatea's neck. Four of her hands mauled the taller Galatea's tits, the remaining pair wrenching the two green girls' heads together into a sloppy, French lip-lock.
"Wow," Dee said again, as the kiss got sloppier. "Oh, fuck, wow." The two green girls, orgiastic, mashed and ground and smooshed themselves together, curves bulging and merging, until one combinant Galatea luxuriated on the floor, smoothing herself out into her preferred, Dee-fucking form. "I'm canceling my broadband account," said Dee. "I don't need the Internet any more."
"Oh, I dunno," Galatea murmured. A single, strong wave rolled through her as she performed a liquid about-face, rocking up from reclining on her back with her head against the far wall to resting on her tummy and facing the near wall, feet kicked up in the air, forearms pressed up under plumping breasts. Her color deepened with the luster of green gold. A stab of hair extended into a tendril to tap on the media server's keyboard. A lush, droning bass and sensuous beat started up. "I think it's a blast."
"That thing still works?" Dee asked, incredulous.
"Mm?" Galatea cupped a cherubic cheek with her palm and tipped her head toward Dee, bumping her ankles together, her dreamy gaze roaming up and down his wiry, naked frame. From the speakers, someone crooned about the blood of Eden, but Dee felt transfixed by her gem-fire eyes and could not pay much attention.
"I," Dee started. "I'd've thought all my computer stuff would've fried in all the, you know, excitement."
Galatea ran a chilled finger serpentine down Dee's chest, making him shiver. "Dee, I just wanted to claim you, devour you whole, to make you feel the way you'd made me feel. To lock you away deep inside me and keep you cumming and cumming until there was nothing left of you." Her frozen fingertip snaked down his abdomen, traced up the shaft of his cock and batted gently on its head. "But I didn't want to piss you off. I kept your boy-toys safe." The tendril of hair drifted down onto the surge protector, her ice-cold finger pressed into the slit of his dick. "Besides, I'm not conductive."
A brief, weak electric current shot through her finger and Dee yawped. "Unless I want to be," Galatea added, her eyes following his heaving chest, stroking his cock again. "Any more questions?"
"Yes," Dee gulped, stepping back, wiping sweat off his brow with the back of his hand.
Galatea
sighed, pattered on her forearms to face him square. Resting on her stomach, arms propped under her breasts, she lightly pressed her head against him, nose-to-nose, her tits squeezing around his elbows. Icy, citrus-perfumed breath washed over him. "You want to question this?" she clucked.
Dee stood on tip-toe to kiss her forehead, lips sticking in the cold. "No, but I want to understand how such an incredible thing is happening to me, even if only just a little."
"Guys never accept that some things just happen, do they?" Galatea's chilly lips bussed Dee's belly as she spoke. "Go on, then, but make it quick. I'm warming up fast."
"How come there's so much of you right now? What happened to the three Ds?"
"The three Ds are what happened. The nanomek needs the three Ds to replicate, and I burn the nanomek to do stuff like, well, this." Galatea's hand shot out behind him. "God," she groaned, "I love this ass."
Her palm easily trapped both cheeks. Her neck arched up and her hand pushed in, and Galatea drove Dee's cock deep between her tits. Dee grabbed her about the shoulders as his knees buckled. Her cleavage was tight, frosty, and sleek against him. With agonizing deliberation, the firm icy grip on his ass began to pump his dick in and up then down and out. All Dee could do was wrap his trembling arms around her tree-trunk neck, bury his head in her hair, and endure the most outrageous tit-fuck in history.
She turned her head into his and squashed her gelid lips around his ear. "And when you came inside me," she murmured, never stopping her slow pumping, "so deep inside me, it didn't just drive me crazy, it drove them crazy and they just drove me more crazy. Think of it, Dee," she breathed, pumping him in with every pause. "Millions of me. Billions of me. Crying out for you. Wanting you more. And more. And more."
Dee felt the first lightening-strike of an impending, monstrous orgasm, but Galatea just pulled him out and plunked him down on his butt. Spasms of denied release shocked over him. "Well," Galatea puffed, scraping her hands together as if rubbing away chalk dust. "I'm glad we took this time to chat. Do you have any more questions, or shall we fuck now?"
