John stood frozen in the doorway, one hand still on the frame, his jaw hanging open so wide it almost hit his chest. The sight in front of him was pure chaos. Lui was balls deep inside Elrin on the big wooden table, the fox-boy's hips still twitching with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his cock buried to the hilt in the blonde noble's wrecked hole. Cum was already leaking out around the shaft in thick white rivulets, dripping down onto the polished wood below. Elrin was a mess, legs still spread wide, eyes rolled back, tongue lolling out as he panted like a dog in heat. His chest was painted with his own pathetic release, rising and falling in shaky gasps.
"Lui what the fuck!" John finally managed to yell, voice cracking with disbelief. "I was gone for like two hours! Two hours! How are you already fucking!? I leave you alone for one afternoon and you're already railing some noble twink I kidnapped?"
Lui turned his head slowly, ears twitching, still panting from the effort. His cock was still inside Elrin, twitching occasionally, and he didn't seem in any hurry to pull out. The fox-boy's face was flushed under his fur, sweat matting his chest, but he had this smug, satisfied grin plastered across his muzzle. He waved John over with one hand, the motion lazy and unconcerned.
"John, hey, come look at this," Lui said, voice still breathy but carrying that cocky edge. "This Elrin guy? He takes dick like a champ. I mean like, actually insane. I've been going at him for like an hour and he's still begging for more. Watch this."
Lui gave a single experimental thrust, just a shallow roll of his hips, and Elrin immediately lost it again. The blonde noble's back arched off the table, a high-pitched, slutty wail tearing from his throat. "Ahhn~! Yes—more—please don't stop—fox cock feels so good—fill me again—I need it—"
John just stood there, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. He had no words. Absolutely none. His brain had completely short-circuited trying to process the scene. Lui, the tsundere fox-boy who used to act like he was too cool for everything, was currently balls deep in a brain-broken noble on a table in John's headquarters, and he looked like he was having the time of his life.
"You know what," John finally said, throwing his hands up in defeat. "I'm not even going to ask anymore. It's fine. Everything is fine. But it's time for bed. All of you. Bed time. Now."
Lui finally pulled out with a wet, obscene pop that made Elrin whimper at the sudden emptiness. Cum immediately started gushing out of the noble's gaping hole in thick, messy streams, pooling on the table beneath him. Lui didn't seem to care. He just stretched his arms over his head, tail swishing lazily.
"Bed time?" Lui raised one eyebrow, giving John a look like he'd just said something profoundly stupid. "How the fuck can there be time for bed when this is a pocket dimension? There's no sky, no sun, no nothing. Just black void outside these walls. There's no day or night in here, idiot."
John blinked. He hadn't actually thought about that. Lui was right, completely right. The palace existed in a pocket dimension with no external reference points. Time was basically whatever he decided it was. But that wasn't the surprising part.
"Wait," John said, crossing his arms and squinting at Lui. "How do you know that? About the pocket dimension and the void and all that?"
Lui shrugged, finally stepping away from the table and grabbing a cloth to wipe himself off. "Marrianetta told me. We had a whole conversation while you were off doing whatever you were doing. She's actually pretty cool when she's not threatening to turn me into her personal fuck toy."
John turned to look at Marrianetta, who was still sitting at her workbench, humming that same cheerful little tune. She looked up and gave him a warm smile, her black bobcut swaying as she tilted her head.
"Ah, yes, master," she said in that smooth, breathy voice, the 1920s Hollywood accent dripping from every word. "The little fox and I had a lovely chat while you were away. He asked many questions about the palace, about your powers, about how all of this works. I told him everything he wanted to know. He's quite curious for a beastfolk, you know. Most of them never ask such thoughtful questions."
John felt a warm glow spread through his chest. "Oh, that's actually really nice. I'm glad you two got along while I was—"
He stopped mid-sentence. His eyes had drifted downward, past Marrianetta's smiling face, past her massive K-cup breasts straining against the crimson silk, past her narrow waist, and landed right on the massive, thick, veiny twenty-inch futa cock that was dangling between her legs like a third limb. It was just there, resting against her thigh, still slightly glistening from earlier activities, looking like it could double as a medieval weapon.
"HOLY SHIT HOW!?" John screamed, pointing at it with a trembling finger. His face had gone bright red, eyes wide as dinner plates.
Marrianetta looked down at herself, then back up at John, and burst into laughter. It was a genuine laugh, warm and musical, her whole body shaking with it. Her massive cock bounced and swayed with the motion, which only made John's brain melt further.
"Oh, that, dahling?" She gestured at it casually, like she was pointing out a piece of furniture.
"It's one of my new drugs. I've been experimenting with all sorts of fascinating compounds, and this one is particularly special. I'm still working on a name for it, you understand. Nothing quite fits yet. But the effect is simple enough, it flips the gender of whoever takes it for about six hours. Male to female, female to male. Quite dramatic really. The changes are almost instantaneous. I took one earlier just to see what would happen, and well..." She gestured at her impressive new anatomy. "Here we are."
John's mouth was still hanging open. "You... you can just do that?"
Marrianetta nodded, smiling sweetly. "Would you like to try one, master? I'd be ever so curious to see what kind of cute woman you'd become. I bet you'd be absolutely adorable. Soft features, nice curves, maybe even some pretty hair. Oh, we could dress you up in something lovely and—"
"NOPE!" John cut her off, already backing away toward the door. "No thank you! I'm good! Perfectly fine as a man! Don't need to be a woman even for six hours! Absolutely not!"
He turned and ran, boots pounding against the stone floor as he fled down the hallway. Behind him, he could hear Marrianetta's laughter echoing, light and amused. Lui's voice followed too, calling out something about John being a coward, but John wasn't listening anymore.
He burst through the library doors, the massive room stretching out around him with its endless shelves of untouched books. He didn't stop there though. He crossed to the far wall, where a door stood that only he could open, and pushed through into his private game room.
The room was dark except for the soft glow of the triple monitors and the ambient light strips along the edges. The massive PC tower hummed quietly in the corner, cooling system whispering. John walked to the center of the room and closed his eyes, calling up the system interface.
The change washed over him in a familiar wave. His goblin form melted away, replaced by the husk avatar he'd designed. Black hair, spiky and styled, falling in that perfect undercut fade. Piercing yellow eyes that glowed faintly in the dim light. Tall frame, six-foot-three, muscular but lean. He stood there for a moment, rolling his shoulders, getting used to the body again. Then he reached up and touched his face. The blood scars, the dried crimson X across his features and the spiraling marks on his forearms, they were still there. He'd thought they looked cool when he made them. Edgy. Intimidating.
Now though, standing alone in his game room after everything that had happened, they just felt a little... tacky. Too try-hard. Like something a teenager would think was badass but didn't actually need.
John focused, and the system responded. The scars faded, skin smoothing back to its natural state. His face was clean now, just the sharp features and yellow eyes and black hair. Better. Cleaner. More him.
He walked to the gaming chair and dropped into it, the leather creaking softly under his weight. The triple monitors were dark, reflecting his own image back at him. He stared at his reflection for a long moment, then sighed deeply, running a hand through his black hair.
"Alright," he said quietly to the empty room. "I think it's time. Time to make a new summon."