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  You tighten the bolts on your personal project and grin. You had an idea a week ago to make something that only existed in Lady Quinn’s stories. A fabled machine that upped the attractiveness of anybody that used it. Dude, chick, anybody leaning against this vehicle makes them 100% cooler.

  You are Thursday, and you’ve just put the finishing touches on your motorcycle. You motion for Snik to lower the motorcycle to the ground and look on in pride.

  “It almost looks like an airbike.” The goblin climbs down from the crane’s seat and looks it over.

  Since you joined the Arcanomechanist club, you’ve seen your fair share of airbikes. Each has their pros and cons, though they were all made for people much smaller than you. Your motorcycle is low to the ground with long handlebars, like a fabled Harley Davidson. Better yet, there’s enough space for a couple biker babes to join you on your ride.

  “Airbikes are cool and all, but nothing beats tearing rubber on solid ground.” You pat Snik’s head. Boy, he’s really leaning into it. Not in the gay way either, which is super confusing.

  “Now for the moment of truth, bro.” He gives you a thumbs up and winks.

  You turn on the arcane engine with the flick of a switch. It purrs like the sexy beast it is, and roars when you rev the motor. Definitely a change from the high pitched whine and other weird noises the flying motors make.

  “Woah.” Snik pulls up his goggles and beams. “It works. Holy crap, it works!”

  “You bet, bro!”

  Your club members have gotten into the habit of climbing things so your gazes are level. Mostly by Lightspeed to give you a talking to when you mess up. Snik climbs on the motorcycle so he can high-five you properly. He’s so excited, he misses your hand and nearly falls on the ground.

  Good thing you catch the little guy in your burly arms. He gapes as you nestle him in your broad chest, then scrambles out of your embrace as the blush reaches up to his ears. The goblin twink stutters and pys with his hair, but your attention is pulled to the triplets staring at you two.

  Their DESIRE boils beneath the surface, your brief accidental hug with Snik setting them off again. You’ve been hanging out with your bros more often to feed, but finding private moments has been getting harder with the triplets following you around.

  Somehow, they’ve tracked down every one of your goon spots. Like a trio of perverted hunters.

  “Looks awesome, Thursday!” Bumble leads her sisters to you, grinning as she watches Snik squirm.

  “Are you sure it isn’t dangerous?” Tumble asks.

  “I bet it’s going to fall apart on its first test drive.” Grumble snarks.

  “How ‘bout you three give it a ride?” You offer.

  The goblins stare at you curiously, cocking their heads in tandem. You thought about this ahead of time. You give them a dazzling smile and pull up the pedals so that short people could drive. Even Snik, the shortest at three feet tall, could use your motorbike if he wanted.

  “Adjustable?” Bumble’s eyes widen. “For us?”

  “It’s no fun if I’m the only one who can use it.” You give her the finger guns.

  The triplets share a look. Some form of communication beyond simple telepathy happens between the three of them, and they throw their hands out to each other.

  “Rock wins!” Bumble cheers and cmbers up the bike.

  “Don’t forget the helmet!” Tumble tosses her a helmet. “And the crash protection vest!”

  Bumble figures out the controls fast. It isn’t too different from a standard airbike, a lot simpler in fact. She revs the engine and ughs giddily. She revs it again, her entire body shaking, and she peels out of the garage. Her ughs turn into squeals as she rockets up and down the cobblestone street.

  It feels like you’re forgetting something important…

  The squeals turn into confused moans and Bumble makes a sharp turn back into the garage, breaking hard enough to leave a print on the floor. She hops off the bike, blushing like crazy, babbling about needing to go to the bathroom.

  Why is her DESIRE nearing a boiling point?

  “Odd.” Snik stares at her hurry away. “She looked like she was having fun.”

  Grumble hops on the bike next, popping a wheelie out of the gate. She’s doing donuts in the street, cackling like a maniac, when she suddenly stops. Her face is sour when she walks the bike back into the building, not even looking at you as she hobbles off.

  Weird. Her DESIRE is crazy high, too. Like it could tip over at any point.

  You’re definitely forgetting something, right? You didn’t leave any fluids on the bike, but they’re still almost breaking out of the ECS on their own.

  Tumble gives her sister a weird look, but she gets on the bike, too. She drives out of the garage much slower than her sisters, making ps up and down the deserted street. She goes from confused to eager, each p going faster.

  “What are you doing?”

  You and Snik jump up in surprise.

  Lightspeed is light on her toes when she wants to be. She’s out of uniform and drinking coffee out of a mug. Her contact must have gotten some good beans, because the smell alone is rich enough to give you a light buzz. Her assistants make sure to keep their heads away from the brew, pretending the boss isn’t chugging illegal stimunts.

  “Testing out my newest creation!” You puff your chest out in pride.

  Leave it to Lightspeed to pop your ego seconds after you finish speaking.

  “I can see that. I meant: what are you doing with such a dumb invention?!” She cps her hands. “Ladder!”

  Snik and the nearby goblins hurry together to form a pyramid, Lightspeed jumping to the top so she stands a foot taller than you. She flicks you on the nose.

  “Shitty idiot!”

  Ow.

  She jumps down and cps her hands again, the goblin pyramid separating away from you as she gives you a serious tongue shing. After several minutes of Lightspeed stringing together a rant with curses you never thought worked together, she finally settles down and chugs the rest of her coffee.

  “Do you know why we don’t make trackless nd vehicles?”

  “Um…no?”

  “Ugh! Moron!”

  “To be fair,” Snik nervously adds, “I don’t know either.”

  “…Men.” Lightspeed rubs her forehead and Snik pouts. “Bring me the club charter!”

  While four goblins run off, Tumble zooms down the street with a huge smile down her face. She careens into the garage, performing a perfect Akira slide, tires squealing on pavement. Or was that her? She hops off the bike and runs past Lightspeed, muttering about going to the bathroom.

  You keep your jaw from dropping. The DESIRE bursting from her makes it clear that she broke out of the ECS. She makes a small detour to pick up some trinkets from the junk pile, then runs off to the bathroom.

  The seat of your bike is sthered in her juices.

  “Tinkering on the john, eh?” Lightspeed nods. “I know the feeling. You should have done a better job on the suspension; The triplets have delicate bdders.”

  You sp your forehead. The suspension!

  Oh, Quinn. This could be bad. You should probably go after her.

  “There it is.” Lightspeed snaps her fingers to get your attention. “The charter.”

  The four goblins come back, carrying a massive book between them. You’re going to get another lecture, aren’t you. Sure enough, Lightspeed has you open the hundred pound book to one of the earlier pages, detailing a schematic for a machine that almost looks like a buggy.

  “Project 388. Large chemical engine, two axles, four wheels, three seats. Flung off Camelot by an angry wizard.”

  “Uh…”

  “Turn to page 1570. Project 679, smaller arcane engine, much rger chassis, six wheels, forty seats. Meant to repce trolleys. Destroyed by a mage’s fireball.”

  “If I can—”

  “Page 2300! Project 1006 had a sizeable engine, much rger wheels, intended for all-terrain exploration. An outlier, torn apart by a hydra.”

  Lightspeed goes through three hundred years’ worth of nd vehicles, most of which were destroyed by angry mages. Nearly hitting a pedestrian is a lot more dangerous for the people in the car when the pedestrian can use magic.

  No wonder most vehicles were airborne.

  Still, you need to get to the triplets before they do something weird. You check the book’s thickness and suck in a breath. You’re going to be here a while.

  Schlick schlick schlick…

  You bite your finger to stifle another moan. Your entire body burns with embarrassment, but you can’t stop yourself. You keep shoving your fingers inside your…your special pce. It just…feels so good.

  You are Bumble, and your entire body shakes on the toilet seat as another wave of pleasure shoots through you. This time, a spray of fluid shoots from between your legs and spshes on the floor.

  You don’t think you can get any more embarrassed. You came into the bathroom feeling all tingly, started touching yourself…and now you peed all over the floor.

  That is pee, right?

  You absentmindedly massage your boob and rub yourself some more when the bathroom door sms open. You freeze, hopeful that whoever came in doesn’t notice the mess.

  Unless it’s Thursday. Or Snik.

  You’re not sure why, but you feel like either of those two can help you.

  You recognize Grumble by the curses she’s rattling off as she kicks open the stall next to you. Your fingers are deep inside you, a trembling edge of something on the fringes of your mind. You can’t keep doing this while your sister is right there.

  Grumble’s overalls fall to her feet, her cussing fading into whispered grunts. What is she doing?

  Schlick…schlick…schlick schlick schlick.

  Your ears burn. She’s doing the same thing as you!

  “Fuuuck, what is this?” Grumble moans.

  The wet rubbing gets louder, Grumble not bothering to hide her ragged panting. Your sister is rubbing herself right next to you, only separated by a thin metal wall. The sounds she’s making…you rub yourself slowly at first, disguising your sounds under Grumble’s.

  Schlickschlicschlickschlickschlick

  “Is there a friggin’, mmm, echo?” Grumble mutters. “I swear, I—O-o-o-oooooooooH!~”

  Sploosh.

  Schlick schlick schlick…

  You don’t stop in time. You’re lost listening to Grumble, squeezing your fat tits, digging deep inside yourself, and you keep rubbing long after Grumble splooshed all over the floor. You slow to a stop after another shiver of pleasure rockets through you.

  “…Bumble?”

  You open and close your mouth a few times before finally answering.

  “Yes?”

  Another awkward silence.

  “Are you touching yourself in there?”

  “…Maybe.”

  Grumble leaves her stall and crawls into yours. She’s got her overalls around her legs, but she’s still got more clothes on than you. All you’re wearing are your shoes and part of your bra. She stares, wide-eyed, at the puddle in front of you and blushes in realization.

  “Move over.”

  She pushes your tush aside on the toilet seat so you’ve only got one cheek on it. She takes off the rest of her clothes and the two of you awkwardly sit, staring at each other’s private pces. You’ve seen it before, of course. You often take showers with your sisters.

  Things are different now.

  “Should we be doing this?” You ask, Grumble’s hand runs down your thigh.

  “What are you talking about?” She grunts. “We do everything together.”

  Her hand slips into your folds and you arch backwards, stars dancing in your vision. Whatever you’re doing, it feels even better when someone else does it. You’ve got to get even. You bring your fingers in between her legs, teasing her special pce.

  “Haa~ Haaa~ Can you imagine if Thursday were here?” You grin watching your sister squirm under your teasing. “Gosh, what d’you think he’d do?”

  “Prob-probably panic.” Grumble tickles even deeper inside you and your eyelids flutter. “This seems so wrong…and so right.”

  You grab her dark green nipple, rubbing it between your fingers as your hand explores her even deeper. She gasps and a jet of fluid sprays from her crotch. Her eyes roll back, her entire body shakes, and you’re consumed by a terrible urge.

  You kiss her.

  On the lips, as men and women are supposed to do. Instead of pushing you away, she returns the kiss, and the two of you rub each other’s special pces faster and faster. You whisper things into each other’s ears, nibbling on them as you tease each other.

  You whisper about Thursday and his meaty fingers. About Snik and his cute body. Then about any and all men you’ve seen recently. Your professors, your cssmates, even random centaurs you passed in the street.

  You don’t know what it is about guys that you need. You just know they have it.

  “It-it’s coming…” You moan in Grumble’s ear.

  “Let’s, ha, go together.” She breathes into your neck.

  “One.” You grope each other’s heaving breasts.

  “Two…” Your special pce clenches.

  On three, your lips meet, screams of pleasure muffling into each other’s mouths as your crotches spray even more fluid, the puddle expanding into the nearby stall. You break the kiss, a line of saliva bridging your mouth to your sister’s.

  You’re about to make a quip about how Grumble is trying to get her bearing when the door sms open again.

  “Fudge, fudge, fudge, fudgefudgefudge!”

  You and Grumble stiffen, not daring to move a muscle as Tumble kicks down the stall door next to yours. You stare at Grumble, your erect nipples still poking into each other with every breath.

  “Fudgefudgefudge!” Tumble’s words muffle like she’s got something in her mouth.

  There’s the sound of metal snapping together and the subtle hiss of arcano mechanisms. Along with something else.

  Schlickschlickschlickschlick.

  Is she…building something and rubbing herself at the same time?

  Schlickschlickschlickschlickschlick—BZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!

  “Oh, oh, oh-o-o-o-o-o-ooooooohhhHHHH FUDGE!~”

  A geyser of fluid sptters against her stall door.

  “Yes, yes, yes!~ Deeper!~” Tumble doesn’t seem to care who’s listening.

  And whatever gadget she made appears to be working.

  You and Grumble peek under the stall. Your normally timid sister has a metal object vibrating between her legs, her juices running down her legs like rivers. Her tongue is lolled out and eyes are rolled back, pinching and pulling at her nipples as she mounts another wave of pleasure.

  There’s so much fluid that you easily slip under the door into her stall. Only, Tumble is completely oblivious to you two.

  Until another wave hits her, and she douses the two of you in her juices. She blinks blearily, finally noticing her fully naked sisters in front of her. She blushes and crosses her legs to hide her crotch, her ears lowering in embarrassment.

  “Uh, hi?” Tumble notices your sly grins.

  “Are you going to share your new toy?” Grumble crosses her arms.

  “We do share everything.” You add.

  Tumble looks between you two, her blush spreading to the rest of her face.

  “Well…okay. As long as things don’t get weird.”

  Things get weird.

  You and your sisters face each other, holding the vibrator between your crotches. Your big tits are all smushed together, the blushes on your faces making it more awkward than it needs to be. Until the vibrator turns on, waves of ecstasy buzzing through your bodies, jiggling every soft part of your bodies.

  Grumble gropes your thick butts, her mouth clenched shut as spit dribbles down her chin and onto your boobs. Tumble has her tongue lolled out again, shuddering with pleasure every time she opens her eyes wide enough to see your expressions. The toy buzzes between your wet passageways, your hands flitting there to keep it in pce while brushing against your sensitive bits.

  Your sisters look so hot…you kiss Tumble, then Grumble, then both at the same time. You hum, moan, and squeal into each other’s mouths, a flood of juices mixing together on the linoleum floor. You break the kisses, gasping things that only excite you more.

  “Can you imagine—Mwa—Doing this with a guy?”

  “Mmmm~, Thursdayyyyy. What do boys have in their crotches, AHN-yway?”

  “Gosh, if it makes you wonn~derrrrrrrrr, it’s gotta be even better.”

  “Yeah, r-r-r-right. Can you imagine us and ~ufn~ him?”

  Grumble’s words shudder though your bodies. The buzzing reaches a peak and your crotches explode with your fluids for the st time.

  Your face burns. All it took was to imagine the three of you gathered around Thursday and your sticky passage got wet enough for the buzzing toy to slip away from you. You all nearly colpse on yourselves, knees buckling under the final, massive wave of pleasure, but you support each other enough to slowly slide down to the wet floor.

  As you catch your breath, Tumble can’t help but make a comment.

  “Think Thursday would be okay to do…this?”

  “Maybe if he isn’t already doing it with Waxflower.” Grumble grunts.

  “Still think guys can do something like this together?” You chuckle. “Or is this something only sisters can do?”

  “Does it matter?” Tumble sighs. “If we work together, we can share him. We share everything, after all.”

  “I don’t know about you two, but I’m not going to share responsibility for the mess we made.”

  A good part of the bathroom is slick with your juices, and your clothes are hanging from the stalls. Yeah, that’ll be difficult to expin. Better clean up before someone comes in and sees how big a perverts you are.

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