Interconnected: Spliced Souls

Morning rolled around. Sunlight filtered through the closed blinds, casting light on a naked girl with a look of shameful lust across her face.    

“Geez, Momo… You’ve done it again…”  

Momo looked at her hands, which were soaked in her fluids. Beside her sat a comb her grandfather had once made, and proof of her juices drenched the handle. Near that were other items the singi had used throughout the years that weren’t exactly made to help her quell her sexual urges.   

Her period wasn’t here yet, so Momo didn’t know why she felt like this. And to be on the safe side, she had medicine designed to lessen the symptoms of her estrus cycle. They came in handy in the past when the moods began to be especially hard to ignore.   

Momo rolled out of bed and shamefully walked to her tub. She thought a nice, relaxing bath would ready her for the day, but it only fostered a growing urge between her legs… She didn’t want to leave and get her toys, so she made do with her hands. The power of imagination… Momo leaned, spread her legs, and pretended her fingers belonged…to them… 

They’re your friends… You don’t think about your friends like this… Oh~~~ it’s… I’m cumming!!!! 

Breathing heavily, Momo bit her lips and grabbed her hair, unable to deduce why her mind kept straying to Srassa’s naked, nubile body, her large, alluring breasts, moist, tight snatch, and Servi’s attractive physique.  

Last night was the first time in a week Srassa didn’t play with herself… I can’t believe I spied on her each time… I’m just the worst… I’m a bad, bad kitty… 

Momo wanted to admit the truth—to tell her close friends how she had betrayed them whenever the beautiful moon shone across the land—but she didn’t want to blow this job. When Momo was first told that someone wanted to hire her for an exclusive quest, she never, not even in a million years, believed it would lead to this.    

“Everyone has secrets… I could just...add this to my growing list… Better get out of the tub, or I’m gonna get soggy. It’s almost time for morning training… Wonder if Servy wants to join?” After getting out of the bath, drying off, and putting on her gear, she checked herself in the mirror and was instantly struck by a strong desire to chase her tail…which she indulged in for a second or two.   

“Gah! You’re not a kitten anymore! Come on, Momo… Act appropriate, yeah?” She lightly smacked her cheeks twice and formed a determined fist.   

She left her room and knocked on Servi’s door. It gently swung open, revealing her sleeping friend and that massive tower... 

… 

What the heck?! That’s… That’s a penis… It’s hidden under her pajamas, but that’s… So, she does… Servy’s… She’s a man? 

Momo felt her face grow hotter than the sun, yet she couldn’t stop staring at that…thing.   

“Eek!” An odd noise escaped her lips when a sleeping Servi…grabbed that thing. Her eyes were closed, so she was still asleep… But her hands stimulated that tower until a wet spot was left… 

That means…she— 

Momo had thought Servi had orgasmed. Her heart slowed to a crawl, then it nearly leapt from her chest when Servi’s hand picked up speed.   

The singi’s jaw dropped when Servi climaxed. She saw something astonishing as the semen tried and failed to spurt through the expertly woven fibers. But that didn’t stop her from coating the insides of her pajama bottoms in a lewd, thick liquid. Servi’s continued masturbation meant her semen clung to her erected shaft, making it lewder and more erotic—and too much to bear in Momo’s case.   

She doubled back and closed the door as gently as she could.   

Breathe, Momo! Just breathe… Just… Ohmydivines! It…it was so big… How…does she…even walk with that thing?! How… Why… I can still…smell it… 

Momo felt her panties moisten. She quickly popped one of the pills to help mitigate her estrus-related sexual desires.   

Oh, how she prayed it would help!  

Gulping, Momo walked to Srassa’s room and rapped her knuckles against the door. It opened on purpose by the girl she wanted to get.   

“Ms. Momo? Good morning!” said the cheery noble, decked out in her shiny, tough armor.   

“Good morning,” Momo replied, forcing the same happy tone. As always, they chatted while descending the stairs, and when Srassa suggested they see if Servi was up, the girl in question walked out of her room.   

Momo froze for a solid second…then realized she must’ve imagined that whole scenario.   

Why?  

Because no one could clean that mess that fast and remove the overpowering stench. 

Yeah, that’s it… I’m…just picturing things that weren’t there… 

“I’m glad I didn’t oversleep,” Servi casually said, yawning. She rubbed her eyes and asked if they were planning on working out.  

“That’s the plan, isn’t it?” Srassa turned to Momo. “Ms. Momo?”  

“Ye—yeah. That’s right. Sorry, I’m distracted by my hunger.” Right on cue, a growl came from her stomach.  

Ah, I can always count on you to help me out of a jam, tummy! 

“But training comes first. We can work up even more of an appetite.” 

“That sounds good to me, captain.” 

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Momo’s training was intense. The mornings were always used to warm and ready her body for the day. Push-ups? Sit-ups? A hundred practice swings?  

Momo did that and more. And at first, she couldn’t handle it. But her body grew to adjust and welcome the challenge. Srassa acclimated well after a few days, but she was still a sweating mess by the end of it.   

Servi?  

Due to the events she believed she had witnessed, Momo looked at her red-eyed friend a little too closely and never noticed her lungs beg for air.   

She effortlessly conquered everything Momo threw at her and more.   

Servi’s incredible athletic shape was the talk of breakfast, but she said she was proud of it. She didn’t know what she had done before losing her memories, but she wanted to give her body lots of care.    

The day's quest was to exterminate more golems—something that was easy—almost too easy. And with it came a decent bonus because a few had tiny opals hidden inside, which they sold to the guild to sell to someone else. You’d get less money using the middle-man service, but it meant you didn’t have to waste time trying to buy a finder.   

And then later that night, after a delicious steak dinner with potatoes and a slice of ham, Momo, utterly exhausted, collapsed on her bed while wearing her kitty pajamas.  

She was a mental wreck.   

She was supposed to be the captain, but Momo had made a dozen mistakes in the first hour alone.   

Her mind wasn’t focused on the task at hand.   

Momo thought her display was inexcusable, but she was an expert in hiding her torment behind a smiling face. 

Servi and Srassa were worried. They had shared a look and suggested they end it early, which was the right thing to do, but Momo stubbornly proceeded to continue the trek through these new tunnels without first scouting ahead.   

If Twilight Maestro hadn’t been out to pull her to safety, her foot would've been shattered by a leaping golem. Or worse, it could've landed on her head. 

Luckily, she had turned the corner away from her friends. Only the talking skeleton had witnessed this near death, and he swore to keep it a secret after Momo begged him.   

“Why…do I feel like this?” She rolled over. “I've never been like this. So… Why now? Why can’t I…get it out of my head?”  

Suddenly, her ears twitched. Momo rolled out of bed and pressed her ears against the wall she shared with Servi’s room.    

“She’s…moaning? Does that mean… Is she…” Momo felt her panties get wet. She bit her lips and threw herself onto the bed, covering her face with her pillow while ignoring the conflicting emotions surging throughout her body…  

But she was weak…  

And she lost the fight.   

Just one look won’t hurt, right? If… I just need to check to get rid of my curiosity. This’ll be the last time… I know it will… 

A nervous swallow later, Momo tiptoed to her door and peeked her head left and right…  

The coast was clear. And she made her move.   

The door… Again, it wasn’t shut all the way. And the master of the estate spared no expense in its construction. The hinges were well-oiled and never once whined or moaned.   

And as Momo looked through the tiniest gap…  

There sat Servi on her bed. That massive, girthy penis slithered between her breasts. She sucked herself and kissed the tip while massaging the shaft with her boobs.   

WHY IS IT SO BIG?! IT WASN’T THAT BIG BEFORE!!! 

Momo’s eyes went wide…and then her hands descended into her pajamas to touch her moistening peach. Already, her panties were slick with her juices.   

She’s licking it…like it’s so delicious… Does it…taste that good… I…want…to lick it…too… Ahhh~~~ 

Momo squirted, dirtying yet another pair of sleepwear and ruining one of her last fresh pair of panties.   

But Servi was still going. Momo watched in wonder as shame left her mind. A breath and twitch later, Servi filled her mouth with the white liquid that stained her crotch earlier that morning.   

But it never stopped. It overflowed past Servi's lips and onto her large, perky breasts. 

It was a beautiful, sexy, exhilarating sight that left Momo flabbergasted.   

Suddenly, the mess was just…gone. The penis Servi had sucked shrank to something far more manageable, but everything was cleaned and wiped away like nothing.   

It was perplexing, but it also meant Momo didn’t imagine that odd sight she witnessed the following morning. However, she was more confused because Servi used her fingers to tease her proof of womanhood hidden behind her testicles.  

She’s a girl and a boy?!?!?!?!? What…is that even possible?!?! 

Momo felt her cheeks reddened and decided to return to her room. She tossed her soiled panties in her bag and collapsed to the bed, quickly drifting to a somewhat pained, slightly sweet slumber.   

Her dreams took her to a world of sunshine—a place many would call a utopia. It was a verdant field of rolling waves of grass under a bright blue clear sky.   

And the naked singi wasn’t alone.  

In front of her stood a woman that was very much like her, only this doppelgänger’s ears and tail were longer and fluffier, with breasts healthier and thighs thicker.    

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” said Momo. She approached the naked figure and waited for a conversation she knew wouldn’t happen.   

“Ever since…that incident with the village, huh? You didn’t say anything, but…you helped me through it. If you’re here now, then…something’s bad gonna happen…right?”  

The fox woman-like duplicate of Momo never parted with that perfect smile. Even when Momo reached for her hands, the woman said nothing and did less.   

“But you’re not an omen of bad luck. You’re someone who shows up to help me. I can feel it in my heart. You’ve been with me since I was born... Since I was a little baby. You used to hold me, right? When I was really little?"

No response.   

“Okay, so that means I need your help… And I bet it’s about Servy, right? And Srassa? I know I did something bad.” Momo’s ears laid flat against her head. “And I’m sorry. A friend and a captain isn’t supposed to do that. But I’m weak. And I don’t know why I’m feeling like that this...”  

Momo hoped that speaking to the similar-looking woman would help her reach an answer…or maybe decide on something…  

But no…  

Momo spoke to the woman until she naturally woke, feeling just as lost and uncomfortable as she did before.   

However, the mental fog obscuring her from making the correct decisions vanished. Overall, she felt locked and loaded, ready to take on the day without any cloudy thoughts to stop her from giving it her all.   

And while that was applicable during the days, nights were different. 

Momo swore to stop. She made that vow the following ten nights, but it was always broken before midnight.  

For the first few evenings, Momo witnessed Servi ramming her penis into a breeding mount fit for a centaur. She was taken back and gasping at how ferocious she slammed her hips. Or the way her chest bounced with her aggressive motions.   

Or even the way her precious lips contorted into a cute smile when she showcased that climactic expression, spewing her semen against the walls that always promptly vanished, removing any trace of a mess.   

That was one thing, but Servi often used a knee-high sock. She put her penis in. Momo watched as it grew five or six inches to fit it perfectly as Servi used both hands. Her legs were always spread, allowing the voyeuristic singi ample opportunities to see something that she thought women would never have.   

However, during the few dinners in which Srassa had a glass of wine with her meal, Momo would hear a familiar noise from upstairs. It killed her heart to investigate because she always found the same sight. Srassa, naked, rubbing her pussy against a stuffed animal while throwing her head back.  

Even if Momo ignored the desire to look at their bare bodies…her ears made it impossible. She heard lewd noises from the left, and she heard them from above. In her eyes, and she admitted this internally as a way of convincing herself this was ‘okay,’ she would go crazy listening to two people masturbate.   

Had she played with herself without leaving the room, it would still be a breach of privacy. Because she would hear the noises.   

In a vacuum, that excuse wouldn't hold any merit.   

And Momo knew that.   

And Momo knew she wasn’t perfect.   

Luckily for Momo, this nightly occurrence wouldn't continue for longer because fate decided to throw a curve ball.