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Amity cut a dashing figure at the helm of her airship. Dressed in a black denim jacket, voluminous Abomi-pants, and boots, she was the idealised image of a lesbian sky pirate, right down to the purple parrot on her shoulder. With one hand on the ship’s wheel and the other pointing at a sky chart, she looked like something out of a steampunk Good Witch Azura fanfic. 

That didn’t stop Luz from interrupting her, though. “Hello, my cotton-candy-haired goddess!” she exclaimed, hugging her girlfriend from behind. 

Amity squeaked and jerked the wheel with surprise, making the airship shiver in the sky. “Luz,” she scolded. “Not while I’m piloting!”

Luz released her hold. “Sorry.”

Amity didn’t take her eyes away from the sky ahead of them. “It’s okay. What are you doing up here anyway, sweet potato?”

”I had to come visit my lesbian sky pirate girlfriend!” Luz explained, moving to hug Amity again but holding herself back. 

“I am not a lesbian sky pirate!” spluttered Amity. From behind, Luz could barely see the edge of her cheek, but it was red with a blush. 

“Yeah, you’re a Luzbian sky pirate,” cackled Luz. 

“Luz!” exclaimed Amity. Her ears turned red with blushing. “Oh yeah, then you’re, uh, a Blightsexual sky pirate!”

”Eeeeeeee!” squealed Luz, jumping up and down, making the airship’s gondola sway. “Awesome sky pirate girlfriends!”

”Stop that,” said Amity in annoyance tempered with love. “The Cloud Cat doesn’t like getting jiggled around.”

That was the name of the airship - given by Luz, of course. “ You’re the Cloud Cat, Amity,” Luz buzzed, still resisting the urge to hug her girlfriend. 

Amity giggled. She swirled her finger, and some of the liquid Abomination juice in the ballast tanks below slithered up through the floor grates. It formed into a humanoid Abomination that took the wheel. 

“Abomination, steer us on a straight course,” commanded Amity. Then, she turned around to face Luz. 

“Can I hug you now?” asked Luz, bouncing on her tiptoes. 

“Only if I can hug you back,” retorted Amity, spreading her arms wide. 

Luz leapt forward, embracing her awesome girlfriend tightly. “Batatita!” she exclaimed. Smushing her nose into the side of Amity’s head, she inhaled deeply. “I missed you.”

”You were literally just in the cabin for two hours,” said Amity, not letting up on her hug. 

“Yeah but I missed you anyway,” said Luz. 

“You could’ve been up here with me the whole time,” said Amity. “I installed a stool for you.”

”I was playing hide-and-seek with Stringbean,” said Luz. “But she won. I can’t find her, so I thought I’d come visit you.”

Amity broke out of the hug. “That explains this, then,” she said, pointing to the purple parrot on her shoulder. 

Luz took a closer look. It wasn’t an Abomi-parrot like she’d thought. The bird’s bulbous yellow tail and little cat ears made it obvious. It was Stringbean!

“You little snake!” Luz giggled, snatching her Palisman off Amity’s shoulder. “Hiding on my girlfriend is cheating!”

Stringbean hissed with laughter and transformed back into her normal snakeshifter form, curling around Luz’s arm as she slithered toward her shoulder. Luz laughed and spun in a circle, scratching her Palisman under the chin and draping her around her neck like a scarf. When she slowed down and looked at Amity again, her girlfriend was giving her that mushy, blushy look of pure love. 

Luz grabbed her and pulled her into another hug. “Oooooh I love you so much! Going on an adventure, with my girlfriend and my snake! Going on an adventure, with my girlfriend and my snake!” she sang. 

“Luz!” Amity exclaimed, laughing. “I love you too.”

”I wish Ghost was here too,” said Luz, adding a mote of sadness to the mood. 

Ghost had hurt her tail while attacking one of Blight Manor’s Abomi-gardeners and was staying with Bat Queen for a few nights while it healed. They’d been forced to leave her behind when they set off on this trip. 

“It’s okay,” said Amity. “She hates sand anyway.”

For they were flying over the Scalp Desert at the very north end of the Titan. This was a wasteland of bleached skull bone and windblown sand. When the Titan fell into the Boiling Sea long ago, his hair had crystallised into glass, which had been ground down into fine sand by the erosive forces of the ages. The desert covered the entire top and back of the Skull and was the reason why nobody lived there. 

Luz put on her best Anakin Skywalker voice. “I don’t like sand, it’s coarse and rough and irritating, and it gets everywhere,” she said in a deep voice. 

Amity raised an eyebrow and Luz waved her hand dismissively. “Human joke. Anyway, I don’t mind sand.”

”Good, because we have another hour before we get to Mount Righthorn,” said Amity, pointing at the map. 

The map had a little Abomi-blob on it that marked the airship’s position. Luz pulled a pencil from her pocket and drew a little cat face on the gooey dot, then shaped two pointed ears on its top. She saw that they had barely entered the Scalp Desert, having gone about 10 miles into it so far. The Titan’s horns were at its far side, about 60 miles away. 

They were going there to investigate a rumour that Lilith had passed on to them - that there was a secret  cave at the top of Mount Righthorn containing ancient texts. Pre-Belos texts, at that. It would be a treasure trove of lost knowledge that could help bring the Boiling Isles back into a golden age.

It was far enough that it could have reasonably escaped Belos’ purge of history. That also meant that it was inaccessible on a staff, being well over a day’s flight from the Right Arm. Not only would your butt get sore from sitting on a thin wooden stick all day, but it was beyond the endurance level of any Palisman short of the legendary Bat Queen. 

A day’s Palisman flight, that was. The Cloud Cat was Abomi-powered and could travel much faster, reaching sustained speeds of 60 miles per hour. It could also carry a bunch of archaeological supplies. 

It wasn’t like they were planning to loot the cave and bring the spoils back to Lilith - that would be irresponsible. Neither of them was a trained archaeologist. Instead, they were just going to see if the place was even real and mark its coordinates if they could. The Bonesborough Historical Society would mount a proper expedition if they found anything worthwhile. 

And so the two girlfriends found themselves flying over the desert in Amity’s airship. The Cloud Cat ’s propellers hummed, its antenna whiskers swayed gently in the headwind, and its radar dish ears constantly flicked back and forth, gathering data to display on a console. Everything was going smoothly. 

So smoothly, apparently, that Amity could even leave piloting the airship to an Abomination. That gave Luz an idea. A sexy idea. If they had an hour before arriving at their destination, that was plenty of time to join the mile-high club. 

“Hey Amity,” Luz said, looking up from the map. 

“Huh?” said Amity, who was peering out one of the windows. 

“In the Human Realm, there’s this thing called the mile-high club ,” said Luz. 

Amity raised an eyebrow. “And?”

”We could join it today.”

A confused look came across her girlfriend’s face. “Okay, I don’t mind filling out the application form. But we won’t be able to send it in until we get back.”

Luz laughed. “Oh no sweet potato, it’s not the kind of club you join with paperwork.”

Amity looked even more confused now. “Then what do you have to do?”

Luz deposited Stringbean down on the map console, and her Palisman immediately ate the little Abomi-blob that marked the ship’s position. Deciding to ignore that, Luz strutted over to her girlfriend and languorously draped her arms over Amity’s shoulders. She pressed her lips against Amity’s ear, knowing how much of an erogenous zone it was. 

“We have to have sex while flying,” Luz whispered in a sultry voice. 

Amity stiffened under Luz’s embrace. “Okay!” she squeaked over enthusiastically. 

Luz picked herself up, no longer draping herself onto Amity’s body. “So what do you want to do?” she asked. 

“Go back in the cabin and get you pregnant,” Amity flirted. 

“Ooh Amity, so forward!” Luz pressed a hand to her chest dramatically. 

“Yarr, I’m a Luzbian sky pirate captain,” said Amity in a comical pirate accent. “I get to do what I want on me own ship.”

Luz giggled. Then Amity joined her. Luz lashed out, tickling her girlfriend’s sides. “Your pirate accent is awful .”

Amity squeaked and tickled Luz back. “Yours is so bad that you won’t even use it!”

They gasped and giggled, hands roaming over each other’s torsos. “Ahoy matey, there be me Blight booty!” exclaimed Luz, giving Amity’s butt a playful smack. 

“Arrrgh, you’ll never take me booty, Noceda!” responded Amity, pawing at Luz’s chest. 

“Hurrrgh,” said Luz dramatically. “I am defeated by the dread captain Amity Blight and her fearsome pirate ship, the Cloud Cat !” She grabbed Amity’s waist and tickled her sides. 

Suddenly, Amity’s grinning face changed into an expression of desperate lust. She blushed, her eyes closed halfway, and she bit her lip. “Luz, I’m sensitive there,” she moaned, rubbing her thighs together. 

Luz’s eyes were wide and she froze in surprise. “Uhhhhh,” she said, brain bluescreening. 

It took Amity a few seconds to calm down, but when her face returned to normal, she was panting slightly and her face was tinted pink. “Do you want to have sex?” she asked, all traces of a pirate accent gone. 

“Yes!” Luz responded, hugging her tight. 

“Then let’s take this to the cabin,” said Amity. 

“One sec,” said Luz, releasing her girlfriend from the hug. She went over to the Abomi-pilot and reshaped its mouth into a cat lip, drew little whiskers on its goopy face, and piled some sludge on top of its head to make pointy cat ears. “There. I shall call you Lieutenant Cattimer!” she announced. 

“Gruhhhh,” groaned the Abomination. 

Amity giggled. “I should’ve remembered.”

Luz shrugged. “It’s fun to do it myself.” She turned to Stringbean. “Me and Amity are gonna go have girlfriend time, so you don’t have to worry about me calling you for a little while. Just don’t do anything that might hurt the airship.”

The little snake Palisman nodded and hissed. 

“Now let’s go join the mile-high-club,” Luz said, fluttering her eyelashes at her girlfriend. 

Amity opened the screen door at the back of the cockpit, which led into the cargo hold. While it wasn’t a huge space (the Cloud Cat was a fairly small airship), it was only sparsely filled. A few crates contained all the food and water they’d need for their three-day expedition, and a rack of tools completed the supplies. There was no need for a tent since they’d be sleeping aboard the airship. 

Climbing down a short set of steps, they headed through the small cargo hold. Then it was back up another few steps to reach the door to the sleeping cabin. Luz opened this one, waving her arm like a fancy hotel doorman to usher her girlfriend inside. 

“After you, mademoiselle,” said Luz in a lofty accent. 

Amity giggled and headed in. Luz followed her, shutting the door. 

The sleeping cabin was cramped, like most spaces aboard the airship. It had originally featured two narrow beds on either side of a small walkway, but Luz had pushed them together shortly after takeoff. There were a few Glyph-powered lamps and shelves with little stops on them to prevent stuff from rolling off, but that was the extent of the decoration. Being on an airship meant getting crazy about unnecessary weight, and it had clearly been designed that way. Even the toilet just led to a hole in the bottom of the gondola. 

Amity laid down on the combined beds. “I like what you’ve done with the place,” she said. 

Luz sat down next to her feet. “Yeah, I figured it would be hard to have sex if we were in separate beds. These babies are way too skinny to fit both of us on just one,” she said, slapping one of the mattresses. 

Amity gasped dramatically and held a hand to her chest. “And after I installed the special extra-wide beds so we could sleep while pregnant!” she said in a voice of exaggerated affront. 

Luz reached into a box on one of the shelves and pulled out four Glyph papers, each elaborately covered in magical symbols. They were the pregnancy simulation prep glyph, impregnation glyph, baby glyph, and nullification glyph. She fanned them out in front of her mouth, adopting a sultry expression over the tops of the papers. “Good thing, because I’m gonna be almost as big as this airship by the time we’re done.” She waggled her eyebrows suggestively. 

Amity blushed slightly. “How many babies are you getting pregnant with?”

Luz held the pregnancy simulation glyph between her fingers, extending it toward her girlfriend. “Six.”

Amity draped her leg over Luz’s lap. “If I hadn’t made that earring for you, I would be complaining about how you’d affect the Cloud Cat ’s weight distribution,” she giggled. 

Luz put her hand behind her ear and showed off her black triangle earring. It was nothing special, except that Amity had put a magic carpet enchantment on it. The spell only affected the parts of her that were altered by pregnancy, to make mobility easier. Since she wasn’t pregnant right now, it had no effect. Once she applied the pregnancy simulation glyphs, it would make her pregnant belly, milky boobs, wide hips, plump butt, and thick thighs weightless. Aside from the increased inertia of their higher mass, there would be no extra work for her muscles. 

“Woo! That’s my beautiful girlfriend!” Amity cheered, acting like Luz was a fashion model or something. 

Luz giggled and lightly smacked Amity’s calf through her pants. “You’re my beautiful girlfriend.”

“Then shall us two beautiful girlfriends share a beautiful kiss?” asked Amity, puckering up. 

“We shall,” said Luz, scooting up the bed and laying down facing her girlfriend. She pressed her lips against Amity’s, smiling into the kiss. God, she loved this woman so much. 

Amity gently cupped Luz’s face with her hands, and Luz felt herself blush slightly against her girlfriend’s palms. Luz’s hands found their way to the small of Amity’s back and rubbed it gently. They kept kissing, but it was no longer chaste. Their lips met harder now, more hungrily, as it shied away from a kissing party to a makeout session. 

Amity’s hands slid back along Luz’s head, interlacing into her curly black hair. Luz grabbed Amity’s waist and tugged it close, pressing their bodies together. Amity squeaked slightly, and Luz squeezed her gently. The kissing intensified further, both girls breathing heavily through their noses as they started sucking face. 

Luz extended her tongue slightly, probing her girlfriend’s lips. Amity’s hips jerked forward, grinding their pubic mounds together, and they both gasped at the erotic sensation. Luz kept going with her tongue, pressing up against her girlfriend’s teeth before they parted slightly to allow access deeper inside her mouth. Luz probed deeper, sparks of desire igniting in her core as she tasted her girlfriend’s delicious saliva. 

Suddenly, there was a metallic clanking sound. Luz reluctantly pulled away and turned her head to look around. It sounded like the noise was coming from the door. 

“I got this, batatita,” said Luz, scooting to the end of the bed and standing up. 

She opened the cabin door to find Stringbean, who had shapeshifted her tail into a hammer and was using it to pound on a metal strut. “What’s up, girl?” Luz asked, concern in her voice. Her Palisman wouldn’t have interrupted without good reason. 

Stringbean’s tail reverted to its normal yellow ball, and she floated up in midair, hovering over to the window. Luz’s gaze followed her, and she did a double-take when she saw that the sky outside wasn’t the usual colour. It was faintly brown. 

Then she heard a sudden … swishing? It was a kind of odd, smushy clinking noise. “What’s that?” she asked Amity. “The sky is brownish and that noise.”

“Let me go check,” replied the cotton-candy-haired goddess. 

Amity stood up and headed for the cockpit. Luz entertained herself by laying down and petting Stringbean, marvelling at how her Palisman’s wooden scales were as soft as velvet. 

Luz put her fingers behind Stringbean’s little cat ears. “Floop. Boop. Floop. Boop,” she said, pushing them down in an alternating pattern. 

Stringbean’s eyes drifted in different directions and her forked tongue hung slack from her mouth. She was totally blissed out, enjoying the ear scratches. 

Luz giggled and kissed the purple snake on the nose. “Stringbean, you’re the cutest.”

Stringbean raised her head and hissed a question. 

“Yes, you’re cuter than Ghost. But don’t tell her I said that!”

Stringbean settled back down on Luz’s chest, content to continue with the scratches. 

The door clanked open, revealing Amity. “Looks like a sandstorm.”

Luz raised her eyebrows. “Are we gonna be okay?”

Amity nodded reassuringly. “I told the Abomi-pilot to take us higher. We’ll ride it out above the storm, where the air is too thin to carry the sand.”

Luz frowned. “There’ll be enough air to sustain us , right?”

”Of course,” said Amity. “I don’t know how high sandstorms get in the Human Realm, but they don’t go much over a mile here. There’s plenty of air at that altitude.”

”Yeah! Plenty of air!” Luz cheered, pumping her fist. Then, she laid back down on the bed. “While we wait, wanna kiss?” she asked, lifting Stringbean up to the shelf. The Palisman slithered to the Glyph box and hopped inside. 

“Of course!” said Amity. 

Luz, still laying on her back, patted her abdomen. “Come on them.”

Amity paused to take off her boots (Luz had already removed her own shoes), then crawled onto the bed. She clambered on top of Luz, staring down at her with a mix of love and horniness in her eye. 

Luz reached up, wrapped both hands around Amity’s neck, and dragged her girlfriend down. Their lips met, instantly resuming the makeout session they’d been distracted from earlier. They kissed over and over, soft, wet lips pressing together.

Then, Amity started to shuffle around, lowering her body on top of Luz’s, and other parts started to press together. First it was their breasts, squishing up inside their shirts. Then their thighs, and abdomens, and hips. Luz twined her fingers through her girlfriend’s cotton-candy hair, pulling her even tighter as they made out. 

As Amity descended, Luz shifted to make sure that one of her thighs would end up between her girlfriend’s legs - and vice versa. At the same time, their pubic mounds pressed against each other’s thighs, making both girlfriends sigh into their kiss. The pressure felt delightful, stoking the flame of lust that had long been burning in Luz’s core. 

Amity’s tongue tickled Luz’s lips, and she pursed them slightly, letting it in. Even as her girlfriend licked around the inside of her mouth, she extended her own appendage, slipping between Amity’s makeout-swollen lips. She licked around her girlfriend’s fangs, tapping their pointed tips, swirling around their bases, and slipping around the roof of her mouth. Amity’s saliva tasted delicious, both what was being thrust into her own mouth and what she was lapping out of Amity’s mouth. 

Amity’s hands slid down Luz’s back, reaching the top of her pants. They effortlessly slipped inside despite the fact that Luz was laying on them, squeezing her plump butt appreciatively. Luz’s breath hitched and her hips automatically jerked, grinding against her girlfriend’s thigh. 

Amity smiled into the kiss and squeezed Luz’s butt again. Luz humped her thigh again, but this time, Amity humped her back. Luz’s fingers tightened in her girlfriend’s hair, making her whimper into the kiss. Lust was pooling inside both their bellies, and they began a steady rhythm of grinding against each other’s thighs. Their dry-humping quickly became wet-humping as both their pussies started to leak sex juices, dampening their panties. 

Luz used her grip on Amity’s hair to push her girlfriend’s head up, breaking the kiss. “Let’s get naked,” she panted, out of breath from their intense makeout session. 

Amity raised up, settling back on her thighs, and pulled off her shirt. Luz watched from below with rapt attention, eyes clinging to every scrap of exposed pale skin. When she flung her shirt over her head, her bra-bound breasts jiggled enticingly, making Luz’s gaze fixate on them. 

Amity quickly pulled off her bra, tossing it aside. Now bare from the waist up, she raised a flirty eyebrow. “Your turn.”

With her girlfriend sitting on her lower body, she couldn’t do the same, but Luz found a way. She wrestled her shirt off, then unclipped her bra and threw it up at Amity, managing to brush the side of her head as it flew off into the cabin. 

“Hey,” Amity said in a mock-pout. “What was that for?”

“For being so sexy,” Luz retorted, grabbing her girlfriend’s waist and yanking her back down for some more kissing. 

Both girls moaned as their bare torsos pressed together, breasts aligning perfectly and smushing under each other’s pressure. Luz’s nipples immediately stiffened, and she felt Amity’s do the same a moment later, poking into her soft, perky titflesh. The sensation of so much warm skin touching was divine. 

But after only a few more seconds, Amity pulled away. Without a word, she swung her leg over Luz’s, dismounting to the side. Her hands fumbled with the buckle of her belt. 

Luz instantly understood. Arching her back and bending her knees, she quickly removed her pants, panties, and socks, leaving her totally naked except for her earrings. At the same time, Amity was stripping herself, chucking her belt carelessly aside as she slipped out of her pants. 

Now that they were both naked, Luz leaned forward, getting onto her knees. She grabbed the pregnancy simulation prep glyph from where she had left it on the bedside shelf, mind already racing ahead to being pregnant with sextuplets. She was going to be huge .

“Do you want to have sex?” asked Luz. 

“Yes,” panted Amity, still out of breath from their intense kissing. 

Luz reached forward with one hand, grabbing her girlfriend’s wasit. The two kneeling women pressed against each other, face to face, as their makeout session entered a new phase. 

Luz’s hand slid down the small of Amity’s back, coming to a rest on her perky ass. She slapped it, eliciting a squeak from her girlfriend. It was still jiggling when she put her hand back down, pulling her girlfriend in tighter. 

One of Amity’s hands roamed Luz’s front, sliding up her trim abdomen to play with the bottoms of her breasts. The other crept around her back, resting on her butt and giving it a little squeeze. 

Luz applied the pregnancy simulation prep glyph to herself and wrapped her other arm around Amity’s shoulders. As the sound of magic rang out, the two girlfriend pressed their bodies together, warm, sweaty, smooth flesh connecting from knees to breasts as they made out.

A pleasurable heat built at the top of Luz’s head. It moved down her body in a ring, quickly reaching her breasts. Though her nipples were already hard, the sudden magical stimulation made them poke out with full force, sticking into Amity’s soft titflesh. She was so sensitive, and the feeling at her nipples made her pussy clench.

Amity kept groping at Luz’s breasts and squeezing her ass as they kissed deeply, tongues probing deep into each other’s mouths. On their knees, it was easier to grind against each other, and both girls were humping steadily. The magical heat progressed down over Luz’s body, reaching her abdomen and filling it with erotic fire as it prepared her womb for pregnancy. 

Luz moaned into the kiss, her legs spasming. She was on the brink of orgasm. 

Amity could clearly tell that, though. The hand that had been playing with the undersides of Luz’s breasts snaked upward, strong fingers finding her nipple. Just as the magical warmth washed over her pussy, Amity lightly squeezed the sensitive nipple. 

Luz squealed into the kiss as she came, pussy twitching as she squirted a small amount of hot love juices onto her own inner thighs. Her legs trembled, and she would’ve fell back down on her heels if Amity’s strong hand hadn’t been grabbing her butt. Her own hands clenched in Amity’s hair and on her ass, drawing a deep, lustful moan out of her girlfriend. That was enough to make Luz break the kiss and let out a moan of her own.

The magical heat moved down over Luz’s legs and down to her toes, where it disappeared. She was left weak and noodley in the aftermath of her orgasm, swaying in Amity’s grip. But as soon as she’d had a few breaths, she dove back into the kiss. 

Amity squeaked in surprise but reciprocated eagerly. Her arms wrapped around the back of Luz’s neck, even as Luz held her girlfriend by the waist. Hungry lips mashed together, kissing sloppily as both girls ground their pubic mounds together.

Then, Luz heard a clunking sound. She ignored it, focusing on clutching Amity’s smooth skin. But it happened again, and Amity must have heard it this time, because she faltered in her kiss. 

A deep, reverberating boom echoed through the cabin, and the whole airship juddered around them. Amity burst away from their passionate kissing, eyes wide. Without so much as a word, she ran out of the cabin, still totally naked.

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Luz wasn’t far behind her. While she was running through the mostly-empty cargo hold, the airship shuddered again, slewing to the side and pulling her feet out from under her. There was the sudden sensation of falling, then acceleration, the sudden increase in perceived weight crushing Luz back to the floor as she tried to stand up. 

Smaller clunking sounds rang through the gondola as Luz staggered up the small stairway into the cockpit. She could see practically nothing outside the windows - just the brown haze of the sandstorm.

“What’s going on?” she asked, stabilising herself against the map table as the airship suddenly pulled to the right. 

“I don’t know!” shouted Amity. With a spell circle around her wrist, she slashed her hand through the Abomi-pilot, and it dissolved into liquid muck. The wheel spun out of control, and she grabbed it, hissing with pain as it smacked into her palm.

Luz stared out the window, trying to spot what might be making the sounds. Suddenly, a bone-white shape hurtled out of the brown murk and crashed against the window. It stayed there for a second, held by the force of the wind, before sliding down and out of sight, falling to the desert far below. 

Had that been a skeletal hand ?

The sound of tearing rope filled the air, and suddenly, the gondola was hanging at a crazy angle, swinging side to side. Luz was thrown to the ground, but Amity held her position at the wheel. 

“What was that?” shouted Luz over the noise, struggling to regain her feet. 

“We just lost one of the gondola ropes! See if you can fix it!” shouted Amity, yanking the wheel hard over and shoving levers on the ballast board. 

Staggering through the swaying cockpit, Luz unbuttoned a small pouch hanging from the edge of the navigation table. She pulled out an Ice Glyph and Plant Glyph, triggering them both. The ice formed protective lenses over her eyes, and the plant made a vine that held them in place like goggles. She climbed a short ladder and popped open the roof hatch. The howling winds of the sandstorm blew across her face, making her clench her eyelids shut instinctively. 

But her vision was clear, and Luz stared up at the balloon in horror. One of the ropes that attached it to the gondola had been severed, and its free end whipped around like a deadly snake. Quickly, she pulled out another Plant Glyph and summoned a vine to replace it, then burned off the flailing loose ends with a Fire Glyph.

Descending back down and closing the hatch, she saw that Amity had donned a pair of brass-rimmed aviation goggles. She really was the perfect image of a steampunk lesbian sky pirate. 

Shaking the admiring thoughts from her head, she gave the report. “One of the ropes was cut, so I replaced it with a vine!” she shouted over the din of sand striking the cockpit windows. 

Before Amity could respond, something hurtled out of the sandy darkness, heading straight for the window glass. This time, it didn’t bounce off. The bone-white object burst through the glass, sending shards everywhere. Luz ducked under the map table as the swirling winds blew sand and broken glass inside. 

When she stood back up, she saw a clawed, skeletal hand embedded into her stool. “What the hell is this?” she shouted in surprise. 

Amity took one look and cursed. “It’s not a sandstorm! It’s a handstorm !”

This was a new form of post-Belos weather. Since the Titan’s left hand was now raised high up into the atmosphere, its innate magic sometimes created miniature copies of itself, which got carried around in the strong winds at that altitude. Normally they just fell harmlessly into the Boiling Sea, but they sometimes ended up over land. 

Another skeleton hand thudded into a non-broken window. The impacts were coming harder and quicker now as the handstorm worsened. Several more small hands bounced off the cockpit until another medium-size one burst through another window, embedding itself into the wall behind Amity. 

“What do we do?” shouted Luz over the screaming wind. 

“Patch those windows!” yelled Amity. Her hands flicked over the ballast board. 

Luz got to work with Ice Glyphs. In seconds, the two holes were frozen over, which stopped the inflow of sand and wind. Almost as soon as she was done, another skeleton hand burst through a third window, requiring more repairs. 

“The wind is dragging us deeper into the storm!” shouted Amity. 

“I can tell!” replied Luz. Both the windows and her icy panes kept shattering, and she could barely keep up with patching them. 

There was a metallic thump, and Stringbean burst through the cockpit door. She hissed urgently, and Luz relayed the message. “The windows in the cabin are all broken too!”

Amity swore. “We’re taking on too much weight from all this sand!” It was true, the cockpit floor was half an inch deep in the stuff, and that was with Luz’s patching efforts. 

“I’m gonna go fix the back windows!” shouted Luz. 

With Stringbean on her shoulder, she slid down the railing into the cargo hold, staggering as the airship took a big impact. Once she made it to the cabin, she cast Ice and Plant glyphs rapid-fire, weaving vine nets across the window holes before covering them with thick ice. They didn’t need to be transparent, and the reinforcement would let them last longer. The floor was three inches deep in sand, and Luz didn’t know how much more weight they could take on. 

While stumbling back through the shifting cargo hold, Luz suddenly found herself thrown against the wall as the airship swung like a yo-yo. Standing up was easy because she became partially weightless as the airship plummeted. A klaxon started sounding, and red alarm lights blinked throughout the cargo hold. 

Fighting the swinging of the gondola, Luz made it back to the cockpit just in time to be crushed to the floor by an abrupt upward acceleration. Clambering to her feet, she steadied herself against the map table. “What’s going on?”

“We lost gas cell #3,” snarled Amity, arm muscles standing out as she battled the ship’s wheel. “One of those hands with talons probably cut it open. I had to blow all our ballast, and now we’re caught in an updraft!”

Luz could feel that they were moving skyward by her increased apparent weight. “We’re gonna go above the storm?” she asked. It was getting a little hard to breathe already.

“Yeah. Where it’s too high for the wind to carry the hands. Could you get out the breather masks?” asked Amity, tone oddly polite for such a pressing situation. That’s what Luz got for having a high-class girlfriend - she could sound calm even when in terrible danger. 

“On it!” said Luz. Accessing a storage locker, she pulled out two Abomi-breathers, putting one on her face. 

The device stuck there by suction and its beady little eyes glowed green as it activated. Tiny compressors gurgled muddily, and Luz suddenly felt a lot better. She hadn’t realised how the thin air at this altitude had been affecting her. The klaxon’s ringing had gone faint in her ears, but now with proper air supply to her brain, it was deafeningly loud again. 

“Here!” she shouted against the noise of the storm, struggling over to Amity and pressing the other Abomi-breather to her face. 

The airship kept ascending. As they went higher and higher, the sky outside the windows lightened with the decreasing intensity of the sandstorm. The sounds of skeleton hands thunking against the airship became less frequent. 

Luz felt a tickle on her shoulder and reached up, instinctively knowing it was Stringbean. The snakeshifter slithered around her wrist. 

“You’re lucky you don’t need to breathe,” said Luz, stroking the purple beastie’s head with her thumb. 

Stringbean hissed in response, and Luz giggled behind her breather mask. 

“Yeah, I know we’re naked. We were about to have sex when the hands started flying,” she said. “Maybe we can put on some clothes now that we’re almost out of the storm.”

Stringbean’s eyes suddenly went wide. Her tail transformed into a rattle, which buzzed back and forth rapidly. 

Luz knew what this meant. “Brace!” she shouted, clinging to the map table. 

The gondola shook as though they’d rammed a mountain, swaying from side to side with the screech of tearing metal. A second klaxon started sounding, combining dissonantly with the first one. 

“We just lost the rear cabin!” shouted Amity. “What hit us? We’re way out of hand range!”

Luz suddenly realised. “Take us down!”

Amity, trusting her blindly, flicked a dozen switches on the gas board. There was the slight sensation of weightlessness as the airship began a leisurely descent, losing some of its lifting gas. 

“Faster!” shouted Luz. 

Amity cranked a knob, but it was too late. Another huge impact made the gondola swing, and the sound of tearing rope accompanied a sudden wild sway. Luz shot vines out a hole in the cockpit ceiling, messily binding the gondola to the gasbag. The world stabilised at a 15-degree angle. 

“Up high is closer to the Left Hand! That’s where all the big ones are coming from! They get broken up by the sandstorm!” shouted Luz. 

Amity’s eyes went wide in understanding. She let go of the wheel, which spun crazily out of control. Both hands worked at the gas board, and the feeling of weightlessness increased as they descended faster.

Luz was flung sideways as the airship, now with no one at the helm, yawed wildly out of course. A third impact, softer this time but accompanied by the sound of tearing Abomi-fabric, made her stomach flip as their descent turned into an uncontrolled freefall.

“We just lost all the gas cells!” shouted Amity. “We have to get out of here!” 

Both girls were floating in midair now, weightless as the airship fell toward the ground unrestrained. Luz arranged herself to kick off the map table and soar over to Amity, but the impact of a fourth giant hand ruined those plans. 

The cockpit split apart as an enormous bony finger, easily twenty feet long, split through the wall like it was ripping open a colossal envelope. Debris and sand flew everywhere as the sandstorm sucked Luz out, flinging her into the gritty air. 

“Amity!” she shrieked, but it was no use. As the airship faded from sight behind the airborne sand, she saw her girlfriend being flung from the remains of the cockpit by another gargantuan skeleton hand. 

Luz was freefalling for real this time - without the gondola to shield her, her naked body was stung all over by wind-whipped grains of sand. She could only see due to her glyph-produced goggles, whose ice lenses were melting. Breathing was still possible due to her Abomi-breather filtering out the dust and sand. 

If this was how she was going to die, it wasn’t a terrible way to go. Being blown through a sandstorm was kinda beautiful, even if it was painful. The lighter swirls of sand overhead, the razor-sharp talons of the bony hands blowing by, the darkness of the ground coming up at her.

“Stringbean!” Luz cried. 

The purple snakeshifter slithered down her arm, fighting the intense wind of freefall. Making her way to Luz’s hand, she transformed into a staff. Luz wrestled it underneath her and pulled up, applying braking thrust and spreading her legs wide to increase drag. 

The ground hurtled up at Luz, and she tried as hard as possible to slow her fall. Closing her eyes, she braced for the inevitable impact with the ground. 

The crash came all at once. A lightning shock of pain traveled up Luz’s spine as she hit the ground butt-first. There was the cracking of wood underneath her, and she swore she could hear her vertebrae grinding. But she wasn’t dead. 

Opening her eyes, Luz found herself on the surface of the desert, surrounded by powerful sandy winds that reduced visibility to only a few feet. She couldn’t even see past her waist. Blowing sand stung her naked skin, and she curled up in a ball to protect herself. Luz rolled off her staff, hearing the crunch of broken wood, and her heart leapt into her throat. 

“Stringbean!” she cried, picking up the little purple Palisman. 

Stringbean hissed weakly. She had a crack in the wood of her tail but seemed unharmed otherwise.

“Are you okay?” asked Luz, cradling the snakeshifter to her bare chest. 

Stringbean hissed again. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. 

Stringbean hissed painfully. When Luz looked back down at her, she had reverted to her wooden statue form. That was a good thing - it meant she was healing - but she would be out of commission for a while. 

Luz stood up. “Amity!” she called, the sandstorm stealing her words away. 

There was no reply except for the howling wind and the tinkle of sand on her ice goggles. Luz patted her thighs, reaching for her pockets to find some glyphs. But she had no pockets - she was totally naked. Her bare skin stung as it was pelted by hundreds of grains of sand. And this close to the ground, the biggest, heaviest sand particles were concentrated, unable to fly higher. 

She had to find Amity. But she had no idea which direction her girlfriend might be. Or how she’d descended to the ground. Or if she was hurt. Or if she was dead . 

Nope, not thinking about that! Amity was the greatest Witch that Luz knew. Maybe she’d fashioned herself an Abomi-parachute out of parts of the airship. Maybe she’d grabbed a safety hover glyph out of the falling wreckage. Maybe she’d landed in a Pillow Plant. 

“Amity Amity Amity Amity Amity,” Luz said to herself as she looked around. 

Visibility in the sandstorm was unchanged, just a few feet. She took a step, bumping into something with her foot. Upon closer inspection, it was revealed to be a chunk of wood stained with Abomination juice - airship debris. 

Amity most likely fell wherever the rest of the airship had gone down. All Luz had to do was search the debris field. In a sandstorm. Unable to see past her waist. Naked. 

Sighing to herself behind her Abomi-breather, Luz put one foot in front of the other, still holding Stringbean’s motionless wooden form in her hand. She walked aimlessly for a few steps before she heard a crashing sound from her left. 

Luz jumped back, then paused to listen for more sounds. That had probably been another piece of the airship coming down, and she didn’t want to get hit if there were more. 

After several seconds of howling wind, Luz headed cautiously in that direction. A dark shape loomed out of the sand, and as she approached, she felt wooden splinters and bits of wreckage under her bare feet. 

The object was the stern cabin of the Cloud Cat - or at least, most of it. Three of the walls and the floor had been torn away in the crash, and it was sitting upside-down on its ceiling, the wall overhead tilting at a crazy angle due to the missing supports. A desert boulder made up the other side of the wreckage heap, forming a kind of triangle shape. 

Luz stepped in through one of the missing walls and was immediately rewarded by a stark reduction in sand. Her skin no longer stung with the impace of wind-propelled grains. This was the perfect shelter. Well, not perfect - its leaning wall and slanted ceiling meant it was closer to a lean-to without sides, but it was a lot better than nothing. 

Though all the furniture was gone, some smaller items had gotten caught on the wall shelving. Luz poked through them, finding her previously-discarded shorts, which she slipped on with relief. She certainly had sand in her pussy already, but at least nothing new would get in now. 

One of the sheets from the vanished beds had gotten caught on a protruding nail, and Luz untangled it, wrapping it around herself to keep off the blowing sand. And underneath was an even greater treasure - her glyph box!

“Heck yeah!” Luz shouted to herself, voice muffled by her Abomi-breather. She grabbed the wooden box and opened it, but her hopes were instantly dashed. It was empty. 

Of course it was empty. Its lid was only held shut by gravity, and it had surely flapped open during the long fall. The wind had blown her Glyph papers out. 

Wait - it wasn’t quite empty. In the seam between two pieces of wood on the lid, a Light Glyph was flapping in the wind. Luz internally praised herself for taking Hexside’s equivalent of shop class and (poorly) building the box. Her bad craftsmanship had saved the day. 

She still had to find Amity, but now, she would be able to see more than a few feet. Tucking Stringbean’s immobile form inside the box, Luz exited the half-wrecked cabin, bracing herself against the windblown sand. But her bedsheet garment protected her somewhat, even as she climbed on top of the wreckage. She couldn’t scale the boulder, it was too smooth from decades of windblown sand.

Focusing on making the biggest and brightest light orb she could, Luz tapped the glyph. Funneling all her adrenaline and desperation to find Amity into the magic, she was rewarded with a huge ball of light - the size of one of those human hamsterballs - that glowed practically as bright as the sun.

“Aaagh!” Luz cried, throwing her arms up to shield her face from the blinding light. 

The wind caught her off-balance body and threw her off the top of the wreckage, and she landed on the sand outside. With all its light, soft grains blown away, only the dense hard stuff was left. She groaned, sure that she was in for a new set of bruises, and staggered to her feet. 

The light orb had stayed in place above the wreckage, just as she’d intended. It was so bright that it hurt to look at, which was perfect. Now she had enough light to find Amity, and a glowing beacon leading her back to shelter. 

Luz strode out into the sandstorm, easily spotting the shadows of wreckage before she stepped on them. She investigated every one, looking for any clue of her girlfriend, but found precious little except twisted metal and chunks of wood. She almost tripped over a barrel of spare Abomination juice, which was very heavy, indicating that it was still full. 

That was weird. The Cloud Cat used Abomination juice for a decent part of its structure, particularly the gas cells and the skin over the gasbag. Maybe it had blown away somewhere?

Luz’s luck continued to desert her. She didn’t find any food or water. Not even another article of clothing. It was silly to expect to find the outfit she’d discarded while preparing to have sex, but surely, one of the spare pieces of adventure clothing would’ve gotten caught on a hunk of wood or something. 

More bent beams and splintered deck planks greeted her eyes as she searched the debris field. Scuffed-up golden metal gleamed dimly in the sand-filtered Glyphlight, and dark red boards, almost black in the poor visibility, practically snuck up from underfoot. 

Then, Luz saw a new color: purple. The color of Abomination juice. 

Even as her ice goggles melted and her vision became distorted, Luz trudged stubbornly forward. The edge of her bedsheet toga was flapping in the wind, stinging her skin every time it smacked her, but she ignored it. Abomination juice might be a sign of her girlfriend. 

Luz rounded the crumpled nacelle of one of the airship’s engines, catching a flash of cotton-candy hair. It was Amity!

“Amity!” Luz cried, rushing forward. A mix of relief and fear flooded her mind. Her awesome girlfriend was laying sprawled-out on the sand, her lower body submerged in a pool of Abomination juice. Like Luz, she was totally naked, her skin covered in red raw marks from the blowing sand. 

“Amity?” repeated Luz as she neared her girlfriend. But Amity didn’t respond. Luz poked her on the shoulder to no avail. 

“Amity!” Luz shrieked, grabbing her girlfriend’s arms and shaking her. Amity was as limp as a boned fish. Her aviator goggles were cracked, and her golden eyes were shut. 

Luz couldn’t tell if she was breathing. Fighting down panic, she pressed her thumb against Amity’s neck to try and feel a pulse. 

It was there, but it was going a million miles an hour. Then, she cursed to herself. The first thing she’d learned from her mother about taking pulses was to never use the thumb, since you can feel your own pulse in it. She switched to her index finger and was relieved to find a steady heartbeat. 

“Okay,” said Luz to her unconscious girlfriend. “Let’s get you to shelter, huh?”

She grabbed Amity’s arms and dragged her out of the pool of Abomination juice. Then she turned around, and to her horror, realised that Amity’s body ended at her hips. 

Holding in a scream, Luz looked closer. Amity’s lower body wasn’t a cut-off stump dripping blood. Instead, it was a mess of purple goop. She poked it curiously, and pink magic glowed around the point where she’d touched. 

Amity wasn’t maimed. This was clearly some kind of Abomination-based survival technique. Maybe she’d transformed into her Abomination form in order to survive the fall. Before Luz’s eyes, she saw a little bit of Abomi-slime trickling up from the puddle, merging into Amity’s goopy hips. Pink magic glowed in defiance of the sand. 

Luz could worry about that later. Right now, she needed to get Amity to shelter. Laying down like this, she was too close to the ground and was getting pummeled by the heaviest grains of windblown sand. Her skin looked to be in worse shape than Luz’s, and she didn’t have a breather mask. 

Luz took of her bedsheet toga and fluffed it out in the wind. Letting the air spread it out. It almost blew out of her grip, but she wrestled it to the ground and weighed it down with some wreckage. Then, she grabbed Amity’s wrists and pulled her on top. 

Letting go of her unmoving girlfriend, Luz grabbed the edge of the bedsheet and balled it up. With her girlfriend atop the makeshift sledge, she laboriously dragged her load back toward the huge light orb. The wreckage came into view after several minutes, and she nearly wept with relief. Even missing her legs, her girlfriend was heavy. Dragging her over coarse sand was even worse. 

Fortunately, the blowing sand had piled up to the edge of the “floor” level (really the upside-down ceiling), which meant that she didn’t have to lift Amity into the shelter. Dragging her up the natural ramp, Luz collapsed in the corner, exhausted. 

But she stood right back up when she saw that Amity was stirring. She rushed to her girlfriend’s side, stroking her hair. “Amity!” she rasped, still out of breath. 

“Luz,” groaned the cotton-candy-haired goddess. Her eyes fluttered open, focusing on Luz’s face above her. 

“Thank God you’re okay,” Luz said, voice cracking with emotion. Her vision went blurry, and a second later, warm tears started to pile up inside her melting ice goggles. 

Amity groaned in pain. “Need,” she wheezed, face twisting in agony. 

“What? What do you need?” asked Luz, her tears drying as another blast of adrenaline shot through her. 

“Bomination,” Amity whimpered between clenched teeth. 

“Huh?” said Luz. 

“My legs,” Amity hissed, twitching in pain. 

“Oh!” exclaimed Luz. “I’m gonna get some Abomination juice. I’ll be right back.”

She made to stand up, but Amity’s hand weakly gripped her own, and she paused. 

“Love you,” breathed Amity, forcing the slightest smile onto her face. 

“I love you too,” Luz said, as sweetly as she could, given the situation. She leaned over to kiss Amity on the forehead, but her Abomi-breather got in the way. “I was gonna kiss you, but … anyway, I’ll be right back with some Abomination juice. Just hang on, okay?”

She wasn’t sure whether Amity nodded in assent or writhed in agony, but either way, Luz got to her feet. Her muscles complained, but she ignored them. She had to save her girlfriend. Nothing else mattered. 

Luz stepped outside, immediately being pelted with sand. She headed in the direction of the Abomination juice puddle she’d found her girlfriend in, keeping an eye out for anything she could use as a bucket. 

But by the time she got there, she’d found nothing suitable. “Damn it!” she cursed. Here she was, surrounded by the very thing Amity needed to live, with no way to bring it back to her. 

She would bring it back handful by handful if she needed to. Luz cupped her hands and scooped up some Abomination juice, heart sinking at how quickly it slipped between her fingers. For once, she cursed her slim build. If her fingers were fatter, they would be able to interlock and form a watertight seal. If only she could get simulated pregnant and carry the purple goop back inside her womb. 

Wait, that was it! Amity had designed the bedsheets aboard the Cloud Cat to be impervious to Abomination juice, to make cleanup easy after simulated pregnant sex. 

Luz unwrapped the bedsheet from around her body, wincing as stinging sand blew against her raw skin. But she forced the pain out of her mind - Amity needed her. 

Luz pushed the bedsheet into the pool of Abomination juice, then grabbed the corners. Holding it like a bag, she twisted them together to capture a sizeable amount of the purple slime inside. Did she have enough? There had to be sufficient mass to regenerate her girlfriend’s legs, and she wouldn’t have the strength for a second trip if she got it wrong. 

Heaving the bundle of slime onto her back, Luz groaned as she felt her vertebrae grind. Clearly, they had been injured in the crash. She pressed through the pain, one step at a time. Even as her strength faded, she had to save Amity. 

Her skin burned as an intense gust of wind pelted her with speeding particles. The fast-moving air even managed to pick up a load of wooden splinters from the debris field, peppering her with needle-sharp wood. But she persevered, putting one foot in front of the other, the sack of Abomi-slime sloshing with every motion. 

At last, she reached the shelter. Falling to her knees next to Amity’s motionless form, she let the bedsheet fall open, spilling purple mud across the floor (or ceiling). Pink magic glowed at her girlfriend’s hips, and the Abomi-juice started trickling toward her in small streams. 

Luz collapsed onto her side, sending a fresh spike of pain through her battered body. She saw the Abomination juice start forming into the shapes of legs, and sighed in relief. Amity was going to be alright. Or maybe not - she still had no breathing protection. 

Luz pulled the Abomi-breather off her own face, coughing weakly as dust immediately blew into her mouth. She placed the device over Amity’s nose and mouth, hearing a slight hiss and squeak as it sealed itself tight. Now, her girlfriend would be safe from breathing in the sandstorm. 

Wrapping the bedsheet around Amity’s naked, half-formed body, Luz gave in to her exhaustion. She slumped into a spooning position behind her girlfriend, wapping a protective arm over her before she lost consciousness. 

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The first thing Luz felt was pain. Every part of her body ached, particularly her side and back. What had she done last night? Why was Amity’s bed so hard and gritty?

The second thing Luz felt was the dryness. Her lips were chapped, and her throat was raw. Every breath hurt. She was laying on her side, and the dryness was tangible on every exposed bit of skin. Which was all of it, since she was naked. 

The third thing Luz felt was a smooth, cool hand pressing against her thigh. There was the sound of magic, and the pain there diminished. The hand touched a little higher, and with another spell, the pain there faded too.

Luz opened her eyes, drinking in her setting. She wasn’t in Amity’s bed - she was in a shelter made from airship wreckage in the middle of the Scalp Desert!

Not spotting Amity laying protectively in her embrace, she lifted her head and looked around. Her awesome girlfriend was right there, squatting down and applying a spell circle to Luz’s thigh. 

More of the pain went away, and Luz sighed in relief. Amity turned her head, golden eyes meeting brown, and broke out into a wide grin. 

“Sweet potato!” she exclaimed, rushing over to cradle Luz’s head against her soft, naked thighs. “Thank the Titan you’re all right.”

Luz tried to talk, but her throat was too dry, and all that came out was a cough. 

“Oh, here,” said Amity. She held out a small flowerpot, of all things. “Have a drink.”

Luz adjusted her elbow underneath her body, pushing herself up a little bit. She took the flowerpot with her other hand and sipped. Cool, refreshing water entered her mouth, and her eyes widened. Rapidly, she took another sip, but it was too quick - she coughed, spraying water out of her mouth. 

Amity was right there with a small amount of Abomination juice, soaking up the spill. Pink light glowed around her finger as she directed the purple slime back over the flowerpot, twisting like a wet rag and dripping the water back in. 

Luz took another sip, slower this time, swallowing. The cool water soothed her aching throat. At Amity’s prompting, she finished the whole flowerpot - only about the same as an ordinary glass of water. 

Luz put down the flowerpot, and Amity immediately sent the Abomination juice in to soak up the few drops that were left. Then she formed it into a ball and set it down. 

“Are you okay?” Luz asked even as she did it. 

“Just fine, thanks to you,” said Amity, giving her an appreciative smile. “You brought back enough Abomination juice to reform my legs, plus a little extra.”

Luz sighed in relief. She leaned forward, pressing her face against the slight chub of her girlfriend’s abdomen. Wrapping her arms around Amity’s back, she held her close. “I was so afraid,” she murmured. 

Amity’s hand ran through her hair. “It’s okay,” she soothed. “I’m okay. You saved me.”

That was just what Luz needed to hear. She had done her duty. She saved her girlfriend. Eyes brimming with tears, she smushed her face even harder against Amity’s belly. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Amity said sweetly. They stayed like that for long minutes, Luz crying in relief and Amity finger-combing her hair, until all the tears had dried. 

Luz sat up, wincing. “Uh. Sorry about that. I was just really worried.”

Amity cupped her cheek. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

Luz leaned forward and gently kissed her on the lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Amity replied. 

Then Luz pulled back. “So how did you do it? Survive the fall?”

“I used my Abomination form. I splattered pretty bad when I hit the ground, but I was reforming myself when you found me.” She must have seen the alarmed look on Luz’s face, and she put a hand on Luz’s knee. “If you hadn’t gotten me out of that sandstorm, my goop would have dried up and I would’ve lost my legs forever. You did the right thing by bringing me to shelter.”

Luz nodded without a word. It was reassuring to know she’d done the right thing and that she hadn’t caused her girlfriend needless suffering. “Well good thing, otherwise you’d end up like old Hermonculus,” Luz joked, referencing the paraplegic Abominations teacher at Hexside, who was carried around 24/7 by one of his own creations. 

Amity giggled, a sweet sound that healed Luz’s soul. “I could never be that grouchy.”

After a moment, she continued. “How did you survive?”

“I had Stringbean and caught myself right before I hit the ground. Well, not quite before ,” she said, rubbing her sore tailbone. Crashing butt-first into the sand had been painful, but splattering sounded even worse. 

“That explains those bruises all over your butt,” Amity said. 

Luz touched her bare backside again. Surprisingly, her skin didn’t hurt. “What bruises?”

“The ones I healed away while you were still asleep.”

“You know Healing magic?”

Amity shrugged. “Em taught me how to get rid of a bruise a few weeks ago.”

“When we get back home, I’m gonna cook her dinner for a week,” Luz vowed. 

Amity giggled. “Can I keep healing you?”

Luz nodded. Amity shuffled back to her thigh, still on her knees, and started applying more healing spells. “Are you hurt at all?” she asked the cotton-candy-haired goddess.

“No,” said Amity. “Reforming from my Abomination form took care of all my injuries.”

“Oh nice,” said Luz. Then, after another healing spell, she asked, “so what’s our situation?”

“We’re crashed in the middle of the Scalp Desert. We have no food, no means of transport, and you just drank most of our water supply.” She held up a hand to forestall Luz’s apology. “You needed it, and I already drank my fill.”

“So what’s the plan?” asked Luz. 

“Nothing yet,” said Amity. “I haven’t even gone out and looked at the wreckage. When I woke up and saw you in such bad shape, I had to heal you first.”

“Thanks,” Luz said. 

“No, thank you ,” said Amity. “I woke up with you sheltering me, wrapped in a bedsheet to keep the sand off, and with an Abomi-breather on my face. You were taking the full blast of the sandstorm and breathing dust. You didn’t have to give me all the protective gear, you know.”

Luz shrugged. “I’ll always put you first. No matter what.”

Amity’s face went pink, her golden eyes gleaming. Luz kept talking, covering up her girlfriend’s fluster-induced silence. “Besides, I didn’t give you everything . She patted her hip, smacking the shorts she was wearing. “I kept these.”

“Only because my hips are too wide to fit them,” retorted Amity. 

“Okay yeah,” said Luz. “But I still kept them on instead of draping them over you or something.”

Amity rolled her eyes. “Anyway, I’m getting tired. I’m not very good at this spell. Do you want to look around outside while I get my strength back up?”

“Yeah,” said Luz. “Gotta get out there before it gets too hot.” 

Because their little A-frame wreckage shelter was totally open on one side, she could see that it was still early morning. With Amity’s help, she stood up, muscles protesting. 

Hand in hand, the two naked girlfriends walked out into the debris field. Only large pieces of wreckage were sticking out of the windblown sand. Medium-size chunks were visible as mounds, and virtually every piece of small wreckage was totally buried. 

“Let’s see what we can find, I guess,” said Luz. Taking a few more painful steps, her muscles started to relax, making her stride easier. 

Luz and Amity went in opposite directions, scanning the wreckage for anything useful. Here was a thick wooden dowel that would make a good walking stick. There was a pair of panties caught on a protruding nail. And there, a barrel of Abomination juice, still intact. 

The two girlfriends slowly piled up their findings at the entrance of the shelter. But as the sun crept higher in the sky, the desert heated up, and they started to sweat. 

“That’s it,” said Luz. “I haven’t found anything in a while, and I don’t want to lose too much water to sweat.”

Amity nodded. They retreated to the shade of the wreckage shelter to review their findings and make plans. 

Luz sat down on top of the barrel of Abomination juice as Amity healed some more of her bruises now that her strength had regenerated. She sighed in relief as her girlfriend’s pale hands pressed against her bruises, wiping them away. There was nothing to be done about her sore back though.

“So how are we going to get out of here?” asked Luz.

Amity looked up, since she was kneeling to heal Luz’s legs. “Once you’re in good enough condition, I’ll use that Abomination juice,” she pointed to the barrel Luz was sitting on, “to make an Abomi-portal back home.”

Luz stood up, lifting each foot and shaking it experimentally. “Then let’s do it!”

Amity stood up too, raising her hand. A pale finger spun, and the cork on the barrel popped out, a glob of purple slime slithering out. At Amity’s direction, the barrel emptied itself, forming into a flat disc on the ground, several feet across. 

“Now I just …” said Amity, her pink spell circle glowing. The Abomination juice glowed in return.

“Done!” said Amity. “I think. That felt different than any other Abomi-portal I’ve made.”

“Where did you send it?” asked Luz. 

“The back garden of the Manor,” said Amity. 

Luz grabbed a wooden dowel she’d found in the airship wreckage. Figuring that it would make a good test object, she poked it into the circle of purple mud. But it clunked against something hard after just an inch.

Amity frowned. Luz pulled the stick back out, revealing nothing except for its end being covered in Abomination juice. She shook it, flinging the muck back into the disc. 

“Let me see …” said Amity. She knelt down and stuck her arm into the Abomi-portal.

Or at least, she tried to. Her motion stopped after just an inch. 

“Titan damnit!” Amity cursed. “I knew something felt wrong. The portal didn’t form. The only thing on the other side is the floor.”

“Maybe try it again?” suggested Luz. 

A pink spell circle glowed, and the Abomi-juice rippled. “Same result,” said Amity. She poked her hand in, hitting the shelter floor underneath. “I think the Titan’s magic is interfering with the portal. That must be why nobody teleported to the secret library.” As she spoke, the purple mud flowed back into the barrel and sealed itself with the cork.

”Never fear, Good Wtich Luzura is here!” cried Luz triumphantly, reaching into her pocket and pulling out her glyph pad. 

At least, that’s what she would’ve done if her pocket actually had anything in it besides sand. Her fingers passed through the opening and popped right back out its torn bottom less than half an inch later. 

Amity raised an eyebrow, and Luz explained. “I was gonna draw a teleportation glyph. But I don’t need paper for that, I can scratch one in the sand,” she said confidently. 

She grabbed Stringbean’s wooden statute and led Amity outside the shelter, into the desert heat. The horizon was already wobbling as heated air distorted the light, and the sand was almost painful against her feet. 

Using the dowel she’d found, Luz started to draw in the sand, creating a large circle to serve as the basis for her teleportation glyph. But there was a problem - the shifting sand just flowed back down into her scrapes. 

Maybe she would have to go larger. Walking in a wide circle, Luz dragged the stick behind her. That didn’t work either - by the time she got back to the start, the wind had blown enough sand to fill in the early part of her line. 

“Alright, I don’t think I can draw glyphs unless we find a pencil or something,” said Luz. 

Amity shook her head. “I haven’t seen any writing utensils.”

They couldn’t use Abomination juice to create glyphs, since magic couldn’t create other magic. “Aha!” exclaimed Luz. “What if you squeeze the water out of the barrel of Abomination juice and wet the sand so I can draw glyph in it?”

Amity didn’t look convinced. “I think it would evaporate too quickly, and it’s too dry here for me to summon any more.”

Luz nodded glumly. “So we have to walk back to civilisation?”

“Unless Stringbean heals quickly,” said Amity. 

Luz examined her Palisman statue. Stringbean was still an immobile lump of wood with a crack in her tail. She looked a little better than last night, but she was in no shape to even animate herself, much less carry two people on a flight out of the desert. 

“She still needs more time,” said Luz, getting to thinking. She and Amity walked back to the shelter to stay out of the sun. 

The advantage of living on the giant rotting corpse of a dead Titan was that, despite being Titanic in size, the entirety of the Boiling Isles was fairly small in comparison to the Human Realm. The Titan was only about 380 miles from head to toe, with the Skull being about 70 miles from chin to horns. Considering that they’d crashed right in the middle of the Scalp Desert and they only had to walk to the Eyesocket Lakes to find civilization again, that was about … 35 miles of travel?

“Don’t worry batatita,” said Luz. “I think it’s only a few days’ walk to get out of here.”

”I’m not worried about the distance,” said Amity, standing up from a destroyed supply crate. “I’m worried about our water supply. We have 3 or 4 days of travel and absolutely nothing to drink.”

“You can take the water from that barrel of Abomination juice, right?” asked Luz. 

“Yes, but there’s less there than you think,” said Amity. “Not enough to last us three or four days. Maybe if we just stayed put, but walking will use up more water.”

“Dang,” said Luz. 

“I can use it to absorb and filter our urine, but I still don’t think that’s enough,” said Amity. 

Luz shrugged. “Good backup plan though.”

They were stuck here, then. No food, no water, and no way to call for help. Maybe they’d have to risk the plan with using the Abomination juice to reconstitute their pee. Luz had never drank filtered urine before, but she couldn’t imagine it was nice, even if it was totally purified. Just the idea was yucky.

Luz’s mouth was already dry, and she found herself wishing she could take another drink from the flowerpot. Or better yet, some of Amity’s sweet breastmilk. But that would have to wait for when they got back home and could use the pregnancy simulation glyphs again. 

Wait, that was it!

“Amity Amity Amity!” exclaimed Luz, bursting upright and bouncing on her tiptoes. 

“What?” 

“I know how we can get enough food and water!”

“How?”

“Okay,” said Luz. “So pregnancy simulation creates endless breastmilk, right? And we know it doesn’t come from the body because we make so much of it sometimes. Way more than the water we drink. It gets magically generated.”

“Right,” said Amity, tone confused. 

“If I got simulated pregnant, we could drink my breastmilk until we get back to civilisation.”

Amity frowned. “But we don’t have any way to make the prep glyph.”

Luz leaned forward. “We put it on me back before the handstorm hit. I haven’t used a nullification glyph, so it must still be there.”

Amity’s golden eyes lit up as she understood. “I can impregnate you with the barrel of Abomination juice.”

“And I’m wearing my antigravity earring, so it won’t stop me from walking,” said Luz. 

Amity suddenly leaned in and kissed her on the lips. “You’re so smart,” she said, cheeks pink.

“Aww Amity!” exclaimed Luz. She threw her arms around her awesome girlfriend and kissed her in return. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too!” replied Amity, just as warmly. 

“So? What’re we waiting for?” asked Luz. She pulled off her shorts, laid on her back, and spread her legs, exposing her pussy. “Fill me up.”

Amity’s eyes widened at the sight of Luz’s cunny, but she didn’t move from her place. “I think we need to prepare for the journey before you get pregnant, so your belly doesn’t get in your way before it has to.”

“Oh yeah,” said Luz sheepishly. “Right.” She pulled her shorts back on and stood up. 

“I think we can make backpacks for ourselves using …” Amity began.

Luz stared at her awesome girlfriend. She had total faith - they were going to get out of this alive. 

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Luz surveyed the spread of supplies. She and Amity had managed to construct two backpacks out of the wreckage, using wood scraps as a frame and cut-up bedsheets as fabric and straps. One of the backpacks carried nothing but a large bedsheet sack, currently empty. That would be Amity’s, filled with the remaining Abomination juice after Luz got simulated pregnant. 

The other backpack carried tools, spare clothes, and the flowerpot Luz had drank from earlier. She knew from experience that her breasts, even enlarged due to pregnancy, were too perky for her nipple to meet her mouth. She would have to milk herself into the flowerpot, then drink from it like a cup. As hot as the idea of drinking mouthful by mouthful from Amity’s mouth sounded, it was impractical. 

It was now the evening, and they would soon set off, moving in the cooler night air to conserve water. But both girlfriends were thirsty from a day in the desert heat without any drinks. Luz needed to get simulated pregnant and provide for both of them. 

Amity was measuring out the Abomination juice. “How many babies do you think you should get pregnant with?” she asked. 

“I put the sextuplet glyph on myself,” said Luz. “So no more than that. And too much milk is better than not enough, so I think we should fill me up as much as possible.”

Amity spun a pink spell circle, and a sextuplet-sized glob of Abomination juice glugged out of the barrel. That was most of it, and she let it hover in midair as she transferred the rest of the purple slime into her backpack. Tying a tight knot in the Abomi-proof bedsheet to prevent evaporation, she turned back to face Luz. 

“Ready?” she asked, voice slightly raspy.

Luz shook her head. “I’m pretty dry right now,” she admitted. Then, she put on a sultry look. “Can you help me get wet?”

Amity’s golden eyes gleamed in the dimming light. “Anything for my girlfriend.”

She stepped forward, clenching her fist. Her spell circle fizzled out, and the Abomination juice formed into a large sphere that clunked to the shelter floor. Boldly, she strode up to Luz and grabbed her waist. 

Before Luz could react, Amity was kissing her. She returned it eagerly, pressing her lips against her girlfriends. The kissing intensified, albeit slower than usual because of their dry mouths. But once they started clutching each other tight, the saliva got flowing. 

As the kissing transitioned into a full-on makeout session, Luz felt her girlfriend’s tongue plunge between her lips. Amity licked around the inside of her mouth, and she revelled in the flavour of her saliva. Luz’s hands tightened on her girlfriend’s butt, and Amity’s hips jerked forward. Their bodies pressed together, reminding her that they were both still very much naked. 

Luz forced her tongue between Amity’s puckered lips, licking rings around her fangs. Amity moaned into her mouth, and she squeezed her butt again. Once again, her girlfriend’s hips jerked forward, bringing their sweaty, smooth skin together.

Luz’s thigh slipped between her girlfriend’s legs, parting them. Instantly, she felt Amity’s hot, wet nether lips pressing against her skin. She raised her heel off the ground, pressing against her girlfriend’s snatch, earning another moan. 

But Amity gave as good as she got. Her thick thigh snaked between Luz’s, pressing against her cunny. Luz felt herself getting wetter as her lust grew. Apparently, her body’s desire to fuck was greater than its desire to survive, since it was losing lots of valuable water, leaving it as a snail trail on a pale thigh. 

Luz suddenly pulled away. “Okay,” she panted, breath ragged from the intense kissing. “I’m ready.”

Amity looked at her, eyes gleaming with lust. Then she backed up a step and spun her finger, levitating the sphere of Abomination juice. “Lay down,” she said. 

“Actually,” said Luz, her face heating up a little. “Can you do it while I lean on the boulder?”

Amity nodded, and Luz got into position. She faced the smooth stone surface, putting her arms above her head. Then, she walked backward a step until she was bending over, breasts hanging down. Certain that her pussy was visible from behind, she spread her legs slightly. 

“Fill me up,” she said. 

Magic hummed from Amity’s spell circle, and Luz felt Abomination juice press against her moist nether lips. It quickly wormed its way inside, making her gasp. The gasp turned into a moan as the purple goop vibrated against her G-spot, nearly sending her to paradise. 

“Amity!” Luz exclaimed, scandalised and aroused. 

“There’s an advantage to not using the impregnation glyph,” Amity teased. She snapped her fingers, and the Abomi-slime lashed against Luz’s G-spot. 

“Aaaahn!” keened Luz, not quite cumming. Her girlfriend was right. The impregnation glyph may have allowed for Amity to do things other than cast magic, but manual impregnation had a charm all its own. 

Purple goop filled Luz’s quivering cunny to the max, stretching her inner muscles. Abomination juice seeped into her deepest and most delicate folds, slurping along her pleasure centres, massaging her vaginal canal. High-pitched noises escaped from Luz’s throat, her eyes trailing skyward from the intense stimulation. But Amity wouldn’t let her cum, always lightening her touch right before Luz achieved release. 

Suddenly, the Abomination juice bunched up inside her lovebox, straining her nearly to the point of pain. As Luz cried out, the purple goop blasted upwards, through her magically-opened cervix and into her womb. 

“Hnnnnnnngh!” moaned Luz, both with relief and pleasure. She felt herself starting to expand, and lost control. 

Luz came, her clenching cunny squirting around the thick tendril of Abomination juice that penetrated it. She clung onto the side of the boulder for dear life, knees going weak. Her face twisted with pleasure, mouth hanging slack as a low, lustful noise rolled out of her. 

Luz’s belly started to grow as Abomi-slime pooled inside her waiting womb. Hot juices dripped from her parted pussy lips, landing in the pool of purple mud between her spread legs. She could feel her skin stretching, growing around her swelling womb. 

Suddenly, Amity was right there beside her. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured. 

Luz tried to respond, but Abomination juice buzzed against her G-spot, and all that came out was a horny whine as she came again. Her legs trembled, bare toes curling against the shelter floor, clenching sand between them. Hot, slippery juices spurted from her snatch, wrapped tightly around the invading goopy mass.

As Luz felt her skin stretch, Amity placed her hand on it, rubbing it softly. Luz keened at her touch, eyes clamping shut as she came again. Her belly was growing so quickly, filled with Abomination juice. 

Luz’s bellybutton popped out with a moist squelching sound, sending a shockwave through her growing body. That blasted her into another orgasm, sending a fresh wave of juices spouting from her cunny.

“My Luz,” purred Amity, still rubbing her growing belly. “So strong.”

Luz moaned as her girlfriend’s pale hand roamed over her rapidly growing belly. She could feel other parts of herself growing too - her breasts jiggled more and more as they hung below her bent-over body. Her asscheeks wobbled more with every twitch, and her thickening thighs were even easier to rub together.

Luz came again, soaking the invading Abomination juice with her love juices. Her belly was at twin size now and showing no signs of slowing down. Skin stretching pleasurabley, fingers scrabbling at the side of the boulder, she rode out the pleasure. 

Then there was a new-yet-familiar sensation in her breasts. She could feel milk forming inside them, flowing through inner ducts until it reached her stiff nipples. White liquid beaded up and dripped off, landing in the puddle of Abomi-juice below her. 

“I’m lactating,” said Luz. Or at least, she tried to say. Just then, she had another orgasm, so all that came out was a low moan. 

Her belly was still growing rapidly, surpassing triplet size now. Dropping her head, Luz forced her pleasure-clenched eyes open, staring between her hanging breasts. The smooth sphere of her gravid belly was perfectly free of stretch marks, only interrupted by a dark linea negra running down its centre. 

And there was Amity’s hand, pale against her fawn skin. Her girlfriend poked her bellybutton playfully, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. Her entire body twitched, and the juices dribbling from between her plump nether lips increased to a trickle for a moment. 

Milk continued to flow from Luz’s dangling breasts as she grew past quadruplet size. She could feel her hips widening, almost able to hear her pelvis groaning as it expanded rapidly. The skin over her growing belly was warm and tight against Amity’s hand. 

Luz came again as she reached quintuplet size, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her heavily pregnant body. Her knees folded inward, and if not for Amity’s strong hand on her pregnant belly, she would have collapsed. Even so, she leaned heavily on the boulder, feeling Abomination juice glugging against her G-spot. 

“Almost done,” hummed Amity, still rubbing Luz’s pregnant belly. 

“Hnnnngh,” responded Luz, another orgasm sweeping through her. 

Hot juices now splashed against the sandy ground, splattering against Luz’s feet as her toes curled into the sand. There was no more Abomination juice there to soak it up. 

The last glob of purple slime entered Luz’s pussy all at once, stretching her delicate, wet folds. A desperate noise escaped her throat as it climbed through her lovebox, stimulating every nerve centre it passed by. Then, it flowed through her cervix with a popping sound, completing her impregnation. 

Luz came hard, throwing her head back and half-screaming with pleasure. Her entire body trembled, setting her thick thighs and wobbly butt a-jiggle. Her breasts swayed, hanging freely under her torso as they sprayed sweet, warm milk freely. Her huge pregnant belly put immense pressure on her insides, only growing her bliss. 

And then, it was over. Luz panted, still bent over and leaning on the boulder. Aftershocks of bliss coursed through her pregnant body, making her twitch and jerk. 

“Whoa,” she breathed. “That was great.”

“I liked it too,” said Amity. “Being able to rub your belly as it grew was really hot.”

“Yeah,” said Luz. She pulled one hand off the boulder to wipe her brow. “ I’m really hot. I’m lactating, can you grab the flowerpot?”

Amity picked it up and handed it to her. Still leaning against the boulder, she held it below her leaky nipples. In thirty seconds, just her drippings were enough to make a mouthful. If she was being properly suckled, there was no way she’d fail to produce enough milk to live on. 

Luz stood up fully, raising the flowerpot to her mouth. There was no hesitation as she tipped it back and let its warm contents flow out. She had drank Amity’s breastmilk before, this was, technically speaking, less weird because it was her own. She’d drank her own breastmilk previously too, that time she had been pregnant with her goop girlfriend. 

The sweet, soothing milk flowed down her throat refreshingly. “Ahhh,” she sighed, wiping her mouth. “That’s the stuff.” The flavour was a little different than Amity’s, but barely so. 

Turning around, she held out the flowerpot to her awesome girlfriend. “Want some? I can refill it.”

Amity’s eyes were gleaming with lust. “I want a different drink,” she said lustfully. 

Luz shrugged. “Maybe you can use your Abomination juice to purify this into plain water, but that’s all I can think of.”

Amity gave her a deadpan look. “I was talking about your pussy juice.”

“Oh,” said Luz, face heating up. She bent back over, exposing her plump, pregnant pussy from behind. Clinging to the boulder, she shook her hips, feeling her butt and thighs jiggle enticingly. “The Luz fountain is open.”

Amity dropped to her knees, shuffling forward. Luz felt her girlfriend’s cool hands grab her fat asscheeks, gripping them tightly. Then, Amity’s facial lips pressed against her labia ones, and she squirmed with growing lust. 

But Amity didn’t start eating her out right away. Instead, she teased Luz with soft, small kisses. Her dry lips were quickly moistened with Luz’s slick juices as she peppered her pregnant pussy with tiny kisses, only lasting an instant each. Luz moaned and threw her hips back, trying to press her nether lips against her girlfriend’s face, but Amity leaned back too. 

On Amity’s next kiss, the tip of her tongue dipped lightly into Luz’s soaking slit, licking a short line up their inner surfaces. Luz nearly came just from that, she was so turned on. Her inner muscles clenched needily, but there was nothing for them to squeeze on. 

“Amityyyyyy,” Luz whined, throwing it back once more. 

She felt her girlfriend’s lips form into a smirk against her pussy. Then, they pulled away entirely, leaving Luz high and dry. Or high and wet , given how bountiful her juices were. She could feel them trickling out of her sopping snatch, running down past her clitoral hood, beading up on her sensitive pearl before dripping to the ground. 

Luz felt hot, moist air on her engorged clit and squawked in surprise. Amity was blowing on it. “Amity!”

Amity kissed Luz’s moistened lovebean, sending lightning through her pleasure nerves before pulling away. “Your pussy is really pretty. I can’t help but kiss it.”

Luz felt her face heat up, blushing harder than normal - and she wasn’t a very blushy woman. “Your pussy is really pretty tooooooooooo!” she squealed as Amity’s lips pressed against her snatch, much harder than before, slurping up and down its juicy, tender folds. 

Now, Amity started to eat her out in earnest. Luz groaned as she felt her girlfriend’s tongue part her pregnancy-plumpened nether lips, licking their inner surfaces. Two pale arms tightened around Luz’s thick thighs as Amity held on tight. Luz desperately threw her hips back, smearing her wet cunny all over her girlfriend’s face. 

But as much as she humped and squirmed, Amity always kept her on the very brink of orgasm, never letting her cum. It was tantalising, the way her girlfriend sent fire facing through her nerves, building her up to the point where her stomach almost flipped. Increasingly desperate, horny noises came from her dry throat, gasping with pleasure as Amity’s tongue fed the erotic heat in her core. 

All of a sudden, Amity’s tongue plunged deeper inside, angling down to lick Luz’s G-spot. The effect was instant - Luz moaned blissfully as she was catapulted into an orgasm. Her thighs tensed up, slamming her knees together. Their inner surfaces, slick with droplets of her love juices, clamped down on Amity’s chin. 

And Amity didn’t stop. She kept her tongue there, swirling over Luz’s nerve centre, forcing pulses of erotic heat straight to her brain. Luz’s mouth flopped open, tongue hanging out as she gabbled her girlfriend’s name endlessly. “AmityAmityAmityAmityAmity,” she moaned, feeling her inner muscles clench tightly around the penetrating tongue. 

Amity’s tongue moved away from Luz’s nerve centre, slurping over her delicate inner folds. Though that felt good too, it was less pleasurable than having her G-spot licked, and her orgasm ended after long dozens of seconds. Sweet milk was dripping from her huge, hanging breasts, splattering on the ground to land tiny droplets on her bare feet. 

“Oh my god Amity that was so goooooooood!” squealed Luz as her girlfriend’s tongue plunged ever deeper into her pregnant pussy, stretching its tight muscles, lapping along its sensitive inner walls. 

Amity’s only response was to playfully lick a full circle around the inside of Luz’s cunny, deep inside. Her hands tightened on Luz’s wobbly buttcheeks, digging so far into the soft, smooth flesh that it was like she was wearing them as gloves. Luz’s bountiful booty meat squished around Amity’s fingers, pillowing out around them, as they sank so deep that only the tops of their palms were visible. 

Since her butt was an erogenous zone, that sent Luz into another orgasm. “Amityyy!” she keened, throwing her head back as her mouth formed a perfect O shape. Her eyes squinched shut, legs trembling, knees threatening to give out on her. Hot juices squirted from her quivering cunny, soaking her girlfriend’s face. She could feel more milk dripping from her massive breasts, but she couldn’t let go of the boulder to play with them. 

Amity gave Luz’s huge buttcheeks a playful shake, then tightened her arms around Luz’s thick thighs. With the extra security of this hold, she was able to press her face even harder against Luz’s cunny, increasing the pleasure. 

Luz ground with reckless abandon, throwing it back with everything she had. She swirled her hips, dragging her juicy lovebox around her girlfriend’s tongue. High-pitched, needy sounds escaped her throat as Amity’s slippery muscle licked up and down every one of her sensitive inner folds, lighting up her nerves like a Christmas tree. 

Amity was full-on making out with her labia lips, sucking on them as her tongue slurped in and out of Luz’s wet hole. Saliva and love juices blended into a lubricating mix as two sets of plump lips smushed together. Luz swayed her hips, smearing her cunny all over, but Amity stayed with it. The way her inner muscles were clenching, she might have been dragging her girlfriend by the tongue. 

Suddenly Amity’s lower lip jutted forward, wiggling between her clitoral hood and sensitive lovebean. Just that was enough to make Luz cum, but when Amity started to wobble her lip around Luz’s pleasure pearl, she totally lost it. 

“Aaaaaaaahn!” Luz cried as she came hard. Her eyes slammed shut, face twisting with pleasure as waves of erotic fire burst from her clit. Her needy snatch clamped down around Amity’s tongue even as it released another dose of slippery juices, splattering off her girlfriend’s face to land on her inner thighs, calves, and heels. Hands scrabbling uselessly at the boulder she was leaning against, Luz shuddered through her orgasm, powerful thighs flexing randomly as their nerves were overwhelmed. 

Then, before Luz’s clitoral orgasm ended, Amity’s tongue lashed over her G-spot, triggering a second orgasm. Luz’s eyes and mouth flew open, letting out a near-silent scream as double pleasure wracked her pregnant body. Her weak knees gave out totally, but she didn’t fall - Amity was supporting her with her firm grip on her thick thighs and plump butt. Her pussy sprayed love juices around the penetrating tongue, slippery droplets going everywhere. 

Amity’s tongue and lip kept going, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of Luz’s pregnant body. She was in her terminal cycle of pleasure now, with every orgasm increasing the pleasure of the next. They lasted longer and longer, overlapping even more. She babbled Amity’s name ceaselessly, almost unable to think, lips numb with pleasure. 

Amity’s mouth opened wide, her squirt-soaked lips wrapping around Luz’s entire cunny and clit. She sucked hard, creating a delicious vacuum inside Luz’s needy snatch and around her clit. Luz could feel her lovbean swell up thanks to the suction, so engorged with blood that it was practically throbbing. 

Then Amity’s tongue went wild inside Luz’s pregnant pussy, and she lost all feeling except for absolute bliss. “Amityyyyyy!” she screamed as she came from both her plump clit and sensitive G-spot at the same time, erotic lightning blasting through her nerves. Her collapsed knees kicked randomly, supported by Amity’s firm grip on her thighs and butt. Sweet milk jetted from her hanging breasts, spraying everywhere as her whole body shuddered. 

Luz’s inner muscles rippled in sequence, trying to draw Amity’s tongue even deeper into her lovebox. Hot juices squirted out around it as erotic fire exploded in her core. Her fisted hands pounded agasint the boulder, toes curling, digging into the sandy floor. With eyes squeezed shut, Luz moaned through her orgasm, mouth hanging wide open though the rest of her face was twisted in bliss. 

Finally, Amity released Luz’s lower body and pulled away as the fires of orgasm faded to aftershocks. Luz collapsed awkwardly, her knees still too weak to support her weight. Her sextuplet pregnant belly hit the ground, then her breasts piled on top of it, shooting out little streams of milk that splashed against the boulder. 

“Thanks batatita,” moaned Luz, still trying to regain her breath. “That was really good.”

Amity moved into view, her entire face dripping wet. Even her hair had been soaked by Luz’s bountiful squirting. “Of course,” she said. 

“Did you …” Luz’s voice trailed off. 

“No,” admitted Amity. “I was too busy holding onto you. And I liked it!” she said quickly, forestalling Luz’s apology. 

“Come here,” Luz purred. 

She grabbed one of her enlarged breasts, twelve times its original volume and full to bursting with milk. Sexual activity always made her lactate more, but without any stimulation during sex, her breasts had been unable to dispense their sweet product. They were very plump and full, almost painfully so.

“Take a drink,” husked Luz, squeezing her breast to make white droplets bead up at her nipple. 

Amity whimpered and knelt down, laying the side of her head on Luz’s pregnant belly. Her pale hands grabbed Luz’s soft, milky boob, guiding its stiff nipples toward her open lips. Luz could barely even see it, but she knew from experience that it was the size of the end of her thumb and set in a slightly-puffed, dark areola. 

Luz sighed in relief and pleasure as Amity’s lips wrapped around her nipple and started to suck. She felt her milk flowing out, and Amity’s tongue swirled around her nipple to try and increase the flow. 

“Can I touch you?” asked Luz, stroking her girlfriend’s cotton-candy hair with one hand. 

“Mmm-hmm,” moaned Amity into her nipple, guzzling down another mouthful of milk. 

Luz’s other hand found its way between Amity’s inner thighs, which were already damp. Apparently, eating Luz’s pussy had turned her on quite a bit. 

She teased around Amity’s labia lips with two fingers, earning a needy moan from her girlfriend. Lubricating herself with Amity’s juices, she plunged her fingers inside, forcing a gurgling groan out of Amity’s milk-filled throat. 

Luz sighed with pleasure. Despite their desperate situation, she was really enjoying this. Being extremely pregnant, having Amity drinking from her breasts, and fingering her at the same time was blissful. 

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Two days later, Luz and Amity were much closer to civilisation but in the same sex position. They had just emerged from their daytime shelter - an excavated cave in the side of a sand dune, stabilised with Abomination juice - and were having a drink before setting out for another night of walking. 

They had settled into a pattern of activity over the last two days: sleeping in shelter during the day to stay out of the heat, then emerging at sunset to walk all night. Despite their sore muscles (without any healing glyph combos, they couldn’t wash their exhaustion away), they still had sex twice a day. 

That was mostly because of Luz. Being so hugely pregnant for so long was doing crazy things to her hormones. Their previous record for simulated pregnancy was about 24 hours, back during the final exam for health class back at Hexside. But Luz had been simulated pregnant with sextuplets for twice as long, and she was just getting hornier and hornier. 

Not that Amity minded, of course. In fact, given the eagerness with which she was currently sucking on Luz’s breast, she was even more turned on than Luz herself. The side of her head was laying on top of Luz’s enormous pregnant belly, lips clamped tightly around her nipple. 

“Go ahead batatita,” said Luz, running a hand through her girlfriend’s cotton-candy hair. “Drink as much as you want.”

Amity groaned wetly and spasmed against Luz’s body. That was because Luz’s fingers were inside her cunny, massaging her inner folds while she drank. This was part of the system they had devised - first thing in the evening, Amity would drink while Luz fingered her. Then Luz would squeeze her other breast into the flowerpot and satiate her thirst. Finally, Amity would eat her out, and then they’d spend all night walking. The same process would happen in the early hours of dawn before they went to sleep. 

Luz pressed her paired fingertips into Amity’s G-spot, swirling them around in a circle. Amity cried out, gurgling with a throat full of milk, shuddering against Luz’s gravid belly as she came. Her hands squeezed needily at Luz’s breast, forcing even more milk out its nipple. 

Luz looked up from her suckling girlfriend and spotted an animal standing on top of a nearby sand dune. She couldn’t tell what it was, or even how big it was, just that it was sand-coloured and canine-shaped. 

“Hey, what’s that?” she said to Amity, not making any sudden movements. Though the creature was still far off, she didn’t want to scare it. 

Amity let go of her nipple with an audible pop, sending a splatter of breastmilk everywhere. White liquid continued to flow, and Luz ignored it as it ran down the side of her sextuplet pregnant belly. She pulled her fingers out of Amity’s juicy snatch, an erotic thrill running through her body as she licked them clean. The taste of her girlfriend was almost intoxicating. 

Amity rolled over, head still resting atop Luz’s gravid belly. But when she saw the animal, she sat up. “Titan’s toenails,” she cursed. “A warwolf.”

“A werewolf?” asked Luz, rubbing her huge, round belly. 

“No, a war wolf. We have to go,” said Amity, standing up. 

Luz stood up too, the weight of her sextuplet pregnancy totally nullified by her antigravity earring. But her belly still had inertia, which threatened to throw her off balance. 

“They’re hostile?” asked Luz. 

“More like genocidal. The historical record first identifies them right at the end of the Savage Ages, and Lilith and I think they were artificially created by Belos to terrorise people back then,” said Amity. “They’re not so bad in the wild, but they hunt Witches for sport. They were wiped out fifty years ago, but apparently some survived.”

“Do you think it sees us?” asked Luz, staring at the faraway wolf. 

As if in response, the sand-coloured wolf raised its head and let out a low, bone-chilling howl. But it didn’t come any closer. 

“Yes, I think it sees us,” said Amity. She grabbed her backpack. “We have to leave, now.”

Luz shouldered her own backpack. “Which way?”

“The same way we’ve been going. Maybe we’ll find someone out in the desert who can help us,” said Amity. 

“We can’t escape or fight them off?” asked Luz. 

“Not unless Stringbean can fly us out of here,” said Amity. “They’re persistence predators, they can run longer than we can. And they don’t care about their own safety, they’ll take any risk to get a chance at killing a Witch. That’s why we think they were artificially created, since natural animals all have a sense of fear.”

Luz pulled Stringbean’s wooden statue out of her backpack. “Hey Stringbean, can you carry us yet? It’s kind of an emergency.”

The immobile Palisman’s eyes glowed faintly yellow, but that was it. Luz saw that the crack in her tail was about halfway healed. Stringbean couldn’t even transform into her mobile shape, let alone fly. 

“That’s okay girl, heal up,” said Luz, stroking the statue’s kitty ears before returning her to the backpack. 

“Come on,” said Amity, already climbing the next dune. 

Luz followed her, pregnant body wobbling as she tried to move quickly. Behind them, the warwolf howled again, and her head whipped around to spot it. The beast hadn’t moved. 

“Why isn’t it chasing us?” she asked as they crested the dune. 

“It’s calling the rest of its pack. It knows that we could probably beat it if it’s alone,” explained Amity. 

“Hold on a sec, I need a drink,” said Luz. Amity had drank her fill, but not Luz. 

Spinning around, she allowed Amity to take the flowerpot out of her backpack. Holding it in front of her own massive breast, she tugged on her nipple, eliciting a stream of creamy white. The makeshift cup filled quickly, and Luz raised it to her lips, chugging down the warm, sweet milk. 

“Ah, that’s better,” she said, handing the flowerpot back. Amity stowed it, and they continued on their path. 

Moving at the fastest pace Luz could offer (barely more than walking speed), they descended and climbed dune after dune, heading steadily toward civilisation. The warwolf’s cries faded into the distance, and Luz thought that they might be outrunning the creature. 

But another howl, this one much closer, dispelled that notion. Luz flicked her gaze toward the sound, spotting another warwolf atop a different dune. As she watched, a second one ran up next to it and joined in the howl. 

The two girlfriends fled across the desert, pursued by the howling, as the sun continued to set. Every time they crested another dune and looked back, the warwolves were a little closer, or their group was a little bigger. 

The sun was touching the horizon when Luz looked back to see that the pack had grown significantly - now, there were at least twenty warwolves trailing them. Continuous howls overlapped, and Luz felt a cold chill run down her spine. This was something that her caveman ancestors had experienced, and their genetic memory was playing out in her right now. 

“They’re gaining on us!” she said nervously. 

“Keep going!” shouted Amity. 

Luz’s legs got a fresh surge of energy. Something about hearing Amity shout at her like that, not in an angry or mean way, but with such a commanding tone, excited her. Not only did it revitalise her tired muscles, but it also sent a burst of wetness into her snatch. 

“I don’t think we’re going to find any help!” exclaimed Luz. 

“We make for the top of that dune,” Amity ordered. “We’ll have the advantage of the high ground.”

“It’s over Anakin, I have the high ground!” giggled Luz. 

Amity turned her head back. “What was that?”

“Nothing, just a Human thing. Trying to keep myself optimistic,” said Luz. 

The two girlfriends ran through a dune valley, small pebbles skittering under their feet. They started to climb the extra-tall dune as the screaming warwolves grew louder behind them. 

The dune was steep and the sand loose, making every step a battle. At least it would slow the warwolves down too. Luz stumbled and landed hard, her huge pregnant belly smushing into the sand and driving the air out of her lungs. 

Amity was right there, pulling Luz’s arm around her shoulders, dragging her to her feet. “Come on, we’re almost there,” she said reassuringly. 

“Okay,” squeaked Luz, in awe. She panted desperately to regain her breath, sending her massive boobs heaving up and down and her gravid belly swelling in and out. 

They finally staggered to the top of the dune. Luz looked back to see the warwolves starting to ascend the slope behind them. Unlike the two girlfriends, their wide paws distributed their weight over the shifting sand, stabilising their motion. 

“Oh Titan!” shouted Amity. “It’s flat!”

Luz’s head whipped around and saw that her girlfriend was right. Rather than ending in an easily-defensible peak or ridge, the dune was topped by a plateau. The warwolves could sneak around the side, hidden from view, and flank them. 

“Back down the other side!” yelled Luz. 

But even as they started to descend, the sand was treacherously soft under their feet. They started to sink, almost immobilised. “Get ready to fight!” shouted Amity, spell circles glowing around her wrists. 

Luz grabbed Stringbean out of her backpack. “Stringbean I know you’re hurt but please ! The warwolves are about to get us!” she pleaded.

The wooden statue glowed in her hands, sprouting a wooden staff. “Quick, get on!” shouted Luz. 

Amity hopped onto the staff just as the first warwolf crested the dune. Luz kicked off the ground as the beast leapt at them, its huge, toothy maw snapping shut just below their feet. 

“Yeah Stringbean!” shouted Luz. 

But her injured Palisman was weakening quickly. They started to descend, and no matter how much Luz pulled up, she couldn’t stop it. They flew over a sandy valley as the warwolves poured down the side of the tall dune, hampered by the extremely soft sand. 

Stringbean landed them halfway up the next dune, vibrating and reverting to statute form. “Good girl,” Luz praised, stroking her wooden cat ears. “You did so good. Thank you. I’m proud of you.”

“Luz, come on!” shouted Amity, already climbing the dune. 

Luz followed her up even as the warwolves raced across the valley bottom. Their howls had turned to excited baying now, and in the last vestiges of twilight, Luz could see their eyes glowing a malevolent yellow. 

Then, the wolves were climbing up the same dune she was. “Amity!” cried Luz, kicking at the sand to try and cause a mini-avalanche. It was useless though - they were going to be caught at the top of this dune. They couldn’t run forever. Even with their head start, they were exhausted and not acclimated to the desert. The warwolves, on the other hand, had been doing this their whole lives, and their ancestors’ lives back for hundreds of years. 

Finally, the two girlfriends reached the ridge of the dune. The leading warwolf was only a dozen feet away when Amity called out. “We fight!”

Luz watched as the beast leapt into the air, slavering jaws wide open, showing a mouthful of teeth. It plunged toward Amity, dull claws outstretched to knock her to the ground. 

Amity neatly sidestepped, letting the warwolf land next to her. Even as its legs were still flexing to absorb the impact, her huge Abomi-fist, adorned with spikes as big as knifes, hammered into its side. There was the sound of crunching bone, and the wolf howled with pain. Amity managed to get in another blow before the creature limped away, the side of its body caved in and sporting half a dozen deep puncture wounds. It collapsed after only a few steps, rolling back down the dune.  

“Bring it on!” Amity shouted. Luz scampered over to take shelter behind her and cover her back. Exactly what she was covering it with, she wasn’t sure - without glyphs, all she had were her fists, and those weren’t going to be much use against a genetically engineered demon wolf. 

The battle came quick and fast. A rapidly increasing number of warwolves threw themselves against the two girlfriends, and Amity fought them all off. Pink fireballs blazed in the darkness, setting fur aflame. Abomi-machetes chopped and hacked, cutting deep wounds. But still the warwolves came at them. 

Three wolves attacked at once, all from different angles. One of them ate a fireball, another had its skull crushed flat by an Abomi-fist, but the third slammed into the girlfriends’ side.

Luz scooted away, unable to roll because of her enormous pregnancy. She flipped herself onto her back, craning her neck to see around her gravid belly, only to watch the warwolf get impaled on an Abomi-spear that punched all the way through its body. 

The sounds of battle continued, swishing sand, whooshing fireballs, and yelping warwolves. But the main part of the pack was upon them, now, overwhelming them with sheer numbers. 

A warwolf came in from behind, sneaking around a lump in the dune to get past Amity’s defenses. It lunged at Luz, jaws snapping, but her heels connected solidly with its snout. The beast backed up, eyeing her hungrily. 

“Amity!” Luz shouted. Her girlfriend chucked a fireball, but the warwolf dodged. Evidently too busy fighting her own battle to provide more help, no second fireball landed on target. 

The beast feinted at her, and she kicked out at it, scoring no hits. It stepped closer, unfazed by Luz’s flailing feet. Then, it pounced.

Huge teeth loomed in Luz’s vision, and she screamed, leaning back to try and dodge. The warwolf knocked her over, its heavy body tumbling over hers, grinding her face into the sand. She slid a few feet down the side of the dune. Luz curled up in a ball, putting her hands over her head, waiting for the inevitable. 

But she looked up when she heard Amity’s voice roar, “stay away from my Luz!”

The warwolf was in mid-air, pouncing onto Luz’s defenseless body, when a pink fireball the size of a truck tire hit it dead centre. The warwolf didn’t so much catch on fire as it did explode , spraying tan fur and pink mist everywhere. 

Luz blinked the warwolf splatter out of her eyes and stared up at her girlfriend. Amity was standing tall, both arms stretched to her sides with pink spell circles around her wrists like bracelets. A ring of pink fire blasted outward, catching several warwolves and setting them alight. Luz scampered back up the dune, taking shelter behind her awesome girlfriend. 

Two more warwolves, which had been crouching to avoid the flames, jumped at her. An Abomination juice sword appeared in Amity’s hands, and she swung it with all her strength, cutting the first warwolf clean in half, right down the midline. 

The second warwolf knocked her to the ground, jaws gnashing above her face as she held them back with her bare hands. Huge teeth snapped together inches in front of Amity’s nose as she held the beast by the chin and snout, muscles straining in her bare arms as she resisted. 

Luz struggled to get up and help, but before she could even rise to her knees, Amity finished the job. Her mouth opened, showing her pearly fangs, and then she stuck out her tongue to cast a spell circle. Pink light glowed as she breathed magenta fire down the beast’s throat, the roar of the flames mixing with the warwolf’s terrible scream as its insides boiled away. Steam gushed from its ears and nose, and when Amity pushed it aside, it fell limp. 

Two more warwolves advanced side by side, slobber flying from their open mouths. Amity’s fingers spread wide, and she raised her arms like an orchestra conductor. Abomination juice formed into a grid of razor-thin wires above the warwolves, each strand imbued with all of Amity’s magical strength. She slammed her hands down, and the Abomi-cheesewire followed, cutting clean through the warwolves’ bodies. The goop hit the ground, and cubes of wolf meat splattered into it. 

The few remaining warwolves hesitated, and that was all it took. Amity swung to her feet, mouth wide in a snarl, showing off her fangs. A deep, terrifying roar burst from her throat, and the wounded beasts all attacked at once. 

Well-aimed pink fireballs hit the creatures, setting their fur alight. They charged on, ignoring their glazing fur. A half dozen spell circles ringed Amity’s wrists like bracelets as rapid globs of Abomination juice flew outward, each one shooting down a toothy maw or up a canine nose. She clenched both fists tightly, and the warwolves were torn to flinders in midair as Amity reformed the slime inside them, shredding their bodies from within with dozens of goopy knives. 

The hillside was littered with pink, both from Amity’s flames burning in the fur of warwolf carcasses and the splattered chunks of wolf meat everywhere. Droplets of blood rained down for a few seconds as the last eviscerated corpses rolled down the dune. 

Amity snarled after them, then turned around to face Luz. “Are you okay?” she asked, voice raw. 

Luz stared up at her warrior girlfriend, completely lovestruck. Amity’s wild hair, her sweaty body, the pink flames still burning behind her - it was all incredibly hot. 

“Take me,” Luz whispered, awestruck. 

“What?” asked Amity. 

“Take me,” Luz moaned. She struggled out of her shorts, spreading her legs wide and revealing her plump, juicy, pregnant pussy. “Take me, my hero .”

Hearing those words seemed to ignite a primal fire in Amity, and a hungry light gleamed in her golden eyes. She strode forward, sending her Abomination juice back into its fabric container and dropped to her knees, approaching Luz’s bare, wet snatch. 

Dropping to her knees, Amity grabbed Luz’s thighs and forced them even further apart, baring her plump pussy lips. She didn’t waste time with foreplay - not that Luz needed it. She was incredibly turned on right now, both from missing her sex session after feeding Amity and from the sight of her epic cotton-candy-haired warrior goddess girlfriend. As Amity’s hot breath ghosted over her sopping snatch, Luz felt her interior muscles twitch, bringing out a fresh sploosh of wetness that dripped down her plump buttcheeks. 

Amity practically pounced on Luz’s pussy, lunging forward with her mouth wide open. She met its engorged, juicy lips with a domineering kiss, like she was making out with it. Her tongue plunged deep into Luz’s quivering snatch, stretching ring after ring of inner muscle. It penetrated her as deep as it would go in just one motion as Amity slurped up her love juices. 

Luz instantly lost control. “Amityyyyyyy!” she squealed, cumming already. Her hips bucked involuntarily, smushing her cunny against her girlfriend’s face as hot juices squirted from within. Luz’s back arched, lifting her sextuplet pregnant body off the ground for a second before falling back down. Her hands formed fists and pounded on the sand, so intense was her pleasure. That had to be the fastest she’d ever had an orgasm. 

And Amity didn’t let up. She kept aggressively making out with Luz’s pussy, sucking hard as her lips formed a tight seal. Her slippery tongue writhed around inside Luz’s wet hole, assaulting every nerve centre in quick succession and driving Luz back to paradise. 

“Hnnnnnngh!” Luz cried as she came again. Her face twisted with pleasure, eyes slamming shut as her head flung back. Her mouth opened wide to let out a low moan, already overwhelmed from the barrage of sensation coming from her snatch. Her legs clamped together, trapping Amity’s head between them as her cunny spurted out another dose of love juices. 

Luz felt Amity’s hands gripping her thick thighs tightly and realised that this was going to be another unequal sex session. She was going to get all the pleasure and leave Amity high and dry (or high and wet ). Unless …

Luz reached blindly around the huge fawn sphere of her sextuplet pregnancy. Her hands met the top of Amity’s head, rubbing up against her sensitive underbelly. The cotton-candy hair there was already wet from her squirting, which made her blush slightly. 

Amity’s upper lip suddenly wrapped around Luz’s engorged clit, and all thought vanished from her brain for a dozen long seconds as she came again. “Aaaaaahn!” she squealed, knees kicking out randomly as their nerves were overloaded with pleasure. Her hands fisted in Amity’s hair as yet another powerful squirt flooded out of her cunny, which was clenching around the penetrating tongue. 

As Luz involuntarily pulled Amity’s hair, the Witch moaned directly into her pussy. The vibration traveled through her tongue and deep into Luz’s most intimate regions, plus her clit too. It was just too much to handle. 

“Oooooooh!” cried Luz, her hips thrusting into Amity’s face rapid-fire. Her toes curled in the sand, but that couldn’t stop her legs from shuddering with pleasure. She pulled Amity’s hair again, which made Amity moan again, doubling her pleasure. Hot juices burst from her tongue-stuffed pussy, splattering all over her inner thighs after bouncing off Amity’s face. 

When the orgasm finally faded away, Luz disentangled her hands from her girlfriend’s hair. Groping around blindly, she found Amity’s pointy ears. Those were a powerful erogenous zone on Witches, and Luz sometimes sucked on them during sex. Now, she could massage them, giving Amity pleasure too. 

Luz held the tips of Amity’s ears between her thumbs and forefingers, running her fingertips up and down the cartilaginous shell. The effect was instant - Amity squealed into her pussy, head shuddering between Luz’s thighs. 

Luz kept going, rubbing up and down her girlfriend’s sensitive ears. She humped against Amity’s face, grinding her plump pussy agasint her lips. As Amity sucked harder and harder, she could feel her already-swollen clit bulging out even more, practically throbbing inside the wet pocket of her girlfriend’s upper lip. 

All it took to make Amity cum was a light pinch of her pointy ear tips. “Mmmmmh!” moaned Amity, directly into Luz’s pregnant pussy. She squirmed between Luz’s thick thighs, smearing her mouth over Luz’s cunny. 

That made Luz cum too. “Amityyyy!” she yelped as she was forced into an unexpected orgasm. Her mouth hung open in a perfect O shape as her inner muscles rippled and clenched around Amity’s tongue, soaking it with another squirt of love juices. Her thighs crushed tightly against her girlfriend’s head, pinning her ears flat and shuddering against them. 

Luz rubbed along Amity’s sensitive ears, forcing wet moans from her girlfriend’s throat. Her touch was lubricated by splatters of her own squirt, so bountiful and highly pressurised by her tight pussy that it splattered all the way to the tips of Amity’s ears. She could feel her breasts spurting milk too, warm droplets raining down all over her naked, heavily-pregnant body. 

As Luz ground against her girlfriend’s face, her sensitive pregnant underbelly rubbed against Amity’s hair. The slippery, powerful tongue ran rings around the deepest and most private regions of her pussy, leaving no nerve centre unlicked. Saliva and sex juice mixed into a slippery cocktail that eased the friction on their contact points.

Luz came again, this time from her clit as Amity’s upper lip rippled around it. It had slipped between her clitoral hood and sensitive pearl, vibrating against the engorged nerve bead as she moaned. Amity was cumming at the same time too, from the stimulation in her ears. 

Both girlfriends shuddered and squealed, writhing in the sand as they sent each other to paradise. Hot juices splurted from both their pussies, two sets of thick thighs trembled, and two voiceboxes let out low moans. Luz’s eyes were tightly shut, her face a rictus of bliss as she humped Amity’s face with reckless abandon. 

Amity sucked hard, creating a delicious vacuum on Luz’s insides. That just forced more blood into her already-swollen genitalia, swelling her clit and labia lips. Even her cervix bowed out slightly from the negative pressure, though the pregnancy simulation magic would never let it break unless ordered to. 

Luz exploded in a double orgasm, cumming from her pussy and clit at the same time. Her fingers pinched Amity’s ears, forcing her to cum too, moaning into Luz’s snatch. That increased Luz’s pleasure, making her squirt again, which increased Amity’s pleasure too. They entered a blissful spiral of orgasms, with every one growing longer or more powerful. 

Luz’s hips ground against Amity’s face rapidly, increasing in speed as her orgasms came almost continuously now. Her whole body shook with the motion of it, making her breasts jiggle. As her dark, stiff nipples sprayed milk, they were flung back and forth, letting her sweet cream rain down all over both of them. 

Luz and Amity hit their final, highest peak of pleasure at the same time. “Amityyyyyyy!” Luz howled, throwing her head back, eyes and mouth wide open. A triple orgasm surged through her heavily-pregnant body like a tsunami, coming from her pussy, G-spot, and clit. A flood of love juices jetted from her tight snatch, its muscles rippling to try and suck Amity’s tongue in even deeper. Amity moaned into her cunny, sending a buzzing through her already-overloaded nerves and doubling her pleasure. 

Luz’s hands grabbed Amity’s ears like a set of handlebars and yanked hard. Amity screamed into her pussy, overcome with pleasure. Luz’s legs flexed around the back of her cotton-candy head, leg-locking her tightly against her quivering cunny. Her toes curled around empty air, every muscle in her body trembling as the triple overstimulation turned her vision silver. 

Neither girlfriend knew just how long they spent in that state, constantly held at the crest of their most powerful orgasms by each other’s pelasure. For Luz, it felt like hours, but it was probably less than a minute in reality. Still, they enjoyed their mutual orgasm for much longer than normal, squirting continuously from their snatches and Luz from her breasts too.

When Luz finally came down from cloud nine, she flopped bonelessly to the sand. “Mmmm,” she hummed, unable to speak through lips numb with pleasure. 

She relaxed her thighs, letting her legs flop to the ground. Amity pulled her head away, gasping for air, and Luz blushed slightly. She hadn’t intended to leg-lock her girlfriend so tightly that it cut off her air supply. She had just been so turned on. 

“You saved me,” praised Luz as soon as she caught her breath enough to speak. 

“Mmmmm,” Amity hummed happily. 

“You’re my cotton-candy-haired warrior goddess girlfriend,” said Luz, laying it on thick. Amity deserved it, after all. “You’re so strong and powerful. Your strategy for taking out all those warwolves was genius. I’ve never seen you fight like that, and it really turned me on. You saving me from danger has always been a fantasy of mine, and you made it better than I could have ever imagined.”

“Bwuh,” gibbered Amity from beyond her pregnant belly. Luz couldn’t see it, but she knew that her girlfriend was blushing very deeply. Her face was surely as red as a tomato, extending from her neck to the pointy tips of her ears. 

Luz decided to lay off the compliments while they recovered. In a few minutes, they would get up, drink from her breasts, and continue on their way. But for now, they were laying on the field of victory, enjoying some well-earned orgasms. 

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Amity’s tongue swirled deep inside Luz’s pregnant pussy, circling one of her nerve centres. Luz’s hips were bucking back and forth intensely, grinding on her girlfriend’s face. Warm milk flowed from her stiff, needy nipples, desperate to be sucked on but left swaying in the desert air. 

“Amityyyyyy!” Luz howled as her climactic orgasm hit. Her back arched, lifting her sextuplet pregnant belly high into the air as she squirmed with pleasure, jerking from side to side. Hot juices gushed from her cumming cunny as it squeezed on Amity’s tongue, and her fingers tightened in her girlfriend’s cotton-candy hair. Her thrashing knees smacked agasint Amity’s body, but neither of them cared. 

Luz stayed on cloud nine for dozens of long seconds, vision silvered-out with bliss as her entire body quivered uncontrollably, inner muscles twitching around her girlfriend’s slippery tongue. But eventually, her orgasm came to an end, and she flopped weakly back against the sand. 

“Hoooo god,” moaned Luz, feeling residual love juices dribble out of her spent pussy. 

“Good?” asked Amity, out of sight beyond Luz’s spherical pregnant belly. 

“So good,” Luz groaned. “Every time we’ve fucked on this trip has been extra good.”

“I think it’s because the only thing I’ve eaten or drank in the last four days is your breastmilk,” said Amity, only a hint of teasing in her voice. “It really turns me on.”

“ I think it’s because I’ve been simulated pregnant for four days,” said Luz. “These hormones are crazy.”

Amity crawled out from behind her pregnant belly, face and loose locks of cotton-candy hair dripping with Luz’s squirt. “Maybe it’s both.”

“It’s definitely both,” panted Luz, still recovering. “We’re gonna have to drink more of each other’s milk in the future. And try being simulated pregnant for longer.”

Amity leaned over and kissed her. Luz tasted her own love juices on her girlfriend’s lips - far from the first time. They had been eating each other out and kissing for years now, and they were very familiar with their own tastes, though they were even more familiar with each other’s.

“We can try it once we get back. Ready to get up?” asked Amity, nudging her shoulder. 

“Not yet,” panted Luz. “I’m still all noodley.”

Amity giggled, and Luz smiled. “Noodley noodley noodley. I love that word. Especially because I was never noodley before I met you,” she flirted. 

Amity giggled again, blushing slightly this time. “Luz!” she squeaked. 

“It’s true. I can’t pleasure myself this well. You touch me better than I touch myself,” said Luz. 

Amity’s cheeks reddened. “You pleasure me more than I can pleasure myself too,” she said, looking away, slightly abashed. 

Luz grabbed her hand and kissed it. “That just means we’re perfect for each other. I love you so much.”

“I love you too!” exclaimed Amity, grabbing Luz’s hand back and kissing it too. 

“Now, let me finish off the rest of that flowerpot and I’ll be good to go,” said Luz, having caught her breath. 

Amity handed it over, and Luz pulled her shorts back on before sitting up. Her pussy was sopping wet right now, and the drying stickiness of her love juices would make sand cling if she didn’t cover it. With her cunny safe from getting full of sand, she took the flowerpot from her girlfriend and drained the last few swallows of her own breastmilk from within. 

“Alright, pack up and I’m ready to go,” said Luz. 

Amity spun one finger, drawing a pink spell circle. The side of their Abomi-tent opened up, and Luz awkwardly crawled out, her huge gravid belly hanging low beneath her heavily-pregnant body. As her popped-out bellybutton dragged over the sand outside, it sent a slight shock of pleasure into her core, relighting the erotic flame that Amity’s tongue had extinguished just a minute ago. 

Scooting around, Luz stayed on her hands and knees while Amity exited the Abomi-tent. Then, there was the sound of magic as she summoned all the purple goop into her backpack where it could be stored for the day. 

Without structural support, the sand cave they’d been sleeping in collapsed with a rumble and puff of dust. After the incident with the warwolves the other day, they’d decided against sleeping in the open. Fortunately, they had just enough Abomination juice to dig out a hole in the side of a sand dune and put up a goopy dome ceiling. Windblown sand would cover the entrance hole in minutes, and by leaving the floor as bare sand, enough fresh air could seep in between the grains to keep them alive. It was the perfect camouflaged shelter. 

Amity shouldered her backpack, silhouetted against the setting sun. “Ready?”

“Help me up?” asked Luz, extending one hand. 

Amity grabbed it and pulled Luz to her feet. “Thanks batatita,” she said. 

“Anything for you, sweet potato,” Amity said with a wink. 

“I didn’t need help up, the antigravity earring still works,” confessed Luz. “I just like holding your hand.”

Amity’s cheeks pinkened slightly, and she leaned over to kiss Luz on the nose. “Then why don’t you hold it while we walk?”

“Whoa whoa whoa,” Luz said in a plummy voice. “Premarital handholding? How scandalous! Why, I wonder what my mother would think if she could see us right now,” said Luz in a fake snooty accent. But she grabbed Amity’s hand anyway. 

“I think she wouldn’t be able to see us in the dark,” said Amity. After all, they walked at nighttime, to avoid heatstroke during the desert day. “And even if she could, she wouldn’t mind us holding hands, considering that I got you pregnant with six babies.”

They both giggled as they set off walking, heading steadily south. By both of their calculations, they were very close to reaching civilisation again. It would probably happen by the morning. 

The two girlfriends were tired and sore - four days of walking through the desert would do that to anyone. They didn’t even bother climbing up and over the smaller sand dunes anymore, instead opting to walk around them. Sure, it took a little longer, but it was easier than climbing in their exhausted state. 

As they walked around a dune, Luz stared glumly at the next dune that came into view. Since they were navigating based on the position of the Titan’s horns, which were always visible from anywhere on the Head, they didn’t even need to climb up and look for landmarks. It left their travels somewhat boring - just endless sand heaps and the occasional boulder. 

“So what do you want to talk about tonight?” asked Luz. 

To pass the time while walking, the two girlfriends had decided to use this as an experience to get to know each other better. They already knew each other extremely well, a product of their true love. But there was always some childhood story, some fandom- or hobby-related topic, some reaction to a prior event to share. 

“I don’t know,” said Amity. “It’s your turn to choose a topic.”

Last night, Amity had wanted to talk about competitiveness and how Luz always let her win whenever they played a game. Luz hadn’t understood at first - Amity had been overcompetitive since the minute they met and letting her win was an easy way to keep her happy. But Amity had revealed that she’d grown out of that, and Luz had been so engrossed in the idea of sacrificing her own happiness to let Amity win that she hadn’t noticed. 

That had been a real shock to Luz, the knowledge that her people-pleasing nature had prevented her from noticing Amity’s positive growth regarding competition. She needed a lighter topic of conversation for tonight. 

“Uhhhhhhhhhh,” droned Luz, trying to come up with something to talk about. 

Amity playfully poked the side of her sextuplet pregnant belly. “Don’t tell me my endlessly-creative girlfriend can’t think of something to talk about,” she teased. 

“What’s your greatest sexual fantasy?” Luz blurted out, saying the first thing that came to mind. 

It was hard to tell under the dim moonlight, but Luz was sure her girlfriend was blushing. 

“What?” asked Amity, golden eyes wide. 

“What’s your greatest sexual fantasy?” asked Luz. “I want to be able to give it to you.”

Amity blushed a little harder, and Luz felt her thumb running across the back of her hand. “I’ll tell you after you tell me yours,” said Amity. “I want to make your fantasy a reality too.”

“Okay,” said Luz. “But I don’t think you can.”

Amity raised an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“My greatest sexual fantasy is regaining my Titan form, growing a dick - since Titans are hermaphrodites - and getting you extremely pregnant,” said Luz, only a little abashed. 

“Eep!” squeaked Amity. Luz could tell now, even in the dark - her girlfriend was blushing deeply. 

“What’s wrong batatita?” said Luz, a little tease in her tone. “Can’t handle the Titan style? I remember what happened at the Grudgby game.” She was referencing the sexy Grudgeby game they’d played last week, where a Glyph Illusion of Luz’s Titan form had left Amity on her knees, game forgotten, masturbating furiously. 

“No!” yelped Amity, somehow blushing even harder. Then she mumbled something, looking down and away. 

“What? I couldn’t hear you,” said Luz. 

Amity turned to face Luz, face tomato-red. “That’s my greatest fantasy too,” she admitted. 

“Aww Amity!” exclaimed Luz. She grabbed her girlfriend into a tight hug, which could only be accomplished with one arm due to her sextuplet simulated pregnancy. Her belly was so huge that she couldn’t reach beyond it, so she had to drag Amity in from the side. 

Luz kissed all over her girlfriend’s face. “That’s so perfect! We both have the same fantasy, so we can both live it out at the same time! It’s like we’re made for each other. You’re so awesome and I love you sooooo much!” She finished it off by kissing Amity on the lips. 

“Hmmmmm,” Amity hummed, face red and eyes pointing in different directions. She had gone limp, and Luz was holding her upright via the hug. 

Luz hadn’t meant to end up praising her girlfriend like that, but it just happened. She loved Amity so much, she couldn’t help but tell her that. “Hello? Boiling Isles to batatita. Batatita, come in,” Luz said, tapping Amity’s cheek.

“Bwuh?” garbled Amity. 

“Praise overload?” asked Luz. She already knew the answer. 

Amity nodded, still unable to speak. 

Luz wanted to kiss her on the nose, but held off. When she made Amity blush too hard, all the blood that was supposed to be in her brain ended up in her face, and she went silly. 

After a minute, Amity recovered. “Sorry,” said Luz. “I didn’t mean to.”

Amity retaliated by kissing Luz on the nose. “It’s okay, I love being praised by you.”

They both giggled and started walking again, still hand-in-hand. Another dune came and went before Luz felt like talking again. 

“What’s your second -greatest sexual fantasy?” asked Luz. 

Amity snorted and rolled her eyes. “It’s longer and more complicated than the first one.”

“I don’t mind,” said Luz. With the hand that wasn’t holding Amity’s, she gestured around. “We have time.”

“Alright,” said Amity. “But you tell me yours first.”

“My second -greatest sexual fantasy is getting you pregnant, and then getting you more and more pregnant as time goes on. Like, you’re so horny and fertile that you keep ovulating, and I keep, uh, fertilising you,” said Luz. “Superfetation. You’re just permanently pregnant and you keep growing bigger because you can’t give birth until all your babies are fully grown but I keep putting more and more in you.” Luz was getting turned on just thinking about it, and she intentionally shifted her thoughts away. Getting a wet spot at her crotch right now would make sand cling, which would doubtlessly work its way inside her shorts and get in her pussy. 

“You already got to live that one out,” Amity said in a mock-jealous voice. “That day you impregnated me in bed, then at breakfast with my family, then in the shower, and at the cafe, and in the dance studio.”

“Yeah,” said Luz, scratching the back of her neck. “I really liked that day.”

They were silent for a moment, then Luz spoke. “So what’s your second-greatest sexual fantasy? We can try it out once we get back home.”

Amity looked a little embarrassed. “We start off back in school,” she began. 

Luz interrupted her. “Ooh, a schoolgirl fantasy? Classic!”

Amity gave her a pointed look, and she shut up. Then Amity continued talking. 

“I’m the captain of the Grudgby team and you’re the captain of the fearleading team. We’re girlfriends, and you’re heavily pregnant. You’re kind of embarrassed about it but I love showing you off to everyone, so the whole school can see who bred you so well.”

“Wow, that sounds-” started Luz, but Amity kept going, a vindictive tinge to her voice. 

“Then Boscha tries to attack you and I beat her up,” said Amity, clenching her free hand into a fist. 

“Beating up Boscha is your sexual fantasy?” asked Luz. 

Amity ignored her, lust seeping into her voice. “Then that night is the Isles-wide Grudgeby championship. I score the winning play while you and the fearleading team cheer me on. And I take you back to the locker room and fuck you so hard you go into labour.”

“Sounds like your greatest sex fantasy got mixed into your revenge fantasy and sports fantasy,” teased Luz. 

“Sorry,” said Amity. “I know it’s dumb.” She looked at the ground. 

“Nonono!” exclaimed Luz, tugging her girlfriend’s hand to stop her from walking. She cupped Amity’s cheek to bring her face back up. “That’s not a dumb fantasy. It’s like three fantasies rolled into one, which makes it a triple-good fantasy!”

“Are you sure?” asked Amity. Her voice was very small. 

“Abso-fruitly,” said Luz, kissing her on the nose. “Your fantasy is so cool, it has a plot and everything. My fantasy is so dumb, it's just what if pregnant girlfriend got more pregnant? I would love to roleplay that with you.”

“Okay,” said Amity. She still looked unsure. 

“We’re gonna have to plan it out though,” said Luz. “Program a bunch of Concealment Stones to make your rooms look like Hexside, a Grudgeby Field, and a locker room. And then we have to generate an Illusion of Boscha for you to beat up.” She was already thinking. 

“Are you sure you want to?” asked Amity. She still sounded … insecure? Luz wasn’t sure how exactly to describe the undertones in the girlfriend’s voice. 

“Of course! That sounds super hot!” exclaimed Luz, throwing one arm around Amity and hugging her close. Not two arms thanks to her sextuplet pregnant belly. 

Amity didn’t say anything, so Luz kept talking. “Watching you save me from Boscha would be hot, you already know I think you’re attractive when you fight. And then the whole jock/cheerleader thing is a classic. I’ve read so many Hecazura fanfics about that!”

“What’s a cheerleader ?” asked Amity. 

“The Human Realm equivalent of a fearleader. Y’know, I tried out for the cheerleading team when I was younger,” said Luz. 

“Didn’t they say no because you turned your eyelids inside out?” asked Amity. 

“Yup! But that’s perfect for being a fearleader!” said Luz. She knew that was true - she’d been to enough Grudgeby games to see the fearleaders do it time and time again. It wasn’t really scary - until Eyeleen joined the fearleading team. 

Amity giggled. “I guess it is.”

“Anyway, we gotta try out your fantasy! Once we get back home,” said Luz. 

“Once we get home,” said Amity. 

They were rounding another sand dune, with Amity on the outside, able to see just a little further. “Hey, speaking of home,” she said, pointing forward with a smile. 

Luz took a few more steps, getting the sloped heap of sand out of her vision. What greeted her eyes was something beyond her wildest dreams: an oasis with a Blight Industries airship parked off to one side, eyes glowing and lights turned on. 

“Oh my god!” shouted Luz. “Hey! Hey!” she shouted, jumping up and down and waving her arms. “Oof,” she winced, rubbing her back. It was still sore from the crash, and while her colossal pregnant belly and breasts were weightless thanks to her antigravity earring, they still had inertia. Her makeshift backpack wasn’t affected by the earring at all either. 

Amity ran on ahead, leaving Luz behind - her sextuplet pregnancy made it impossible for her to move any faster than walking speed. “Help! Help!” Amity shouted, throwing her hands in the air, pink sparks shooting from her fingertips. She ran into the waist-high bushes surrounding the oasis pool, making for some unseen target. 

Suddenly Amity disappeared from view. Luz tried to hurry forward, but her swaying pregnant belly threatened to knock her over if she tried to walk too quickly. But it was okay - she heard voices up ahead. 

Amity reappeared above the bushes, along with a pale-skinned, green-haired woman. Wait, that was Em!

“Em! Boy am I glad to see you!” shouted Luz, waving cheerily as she navigated through the bushes. Their branches scraped against her mammoth pregnant belly, forcing her to twist and turn awkwardly to avoid getting scratched. 

“Ack!” shouted Em, lifting one hand to cover her eyes. “Luz, put on some clothes! And you too Amity!”

Luz looked down at herself and realised that she was wearing nothing but an extremely stretched-out pair of short shorts. “Oh, sorry,” she said, crossing one arm over her enormous breasts. She’d been out in the desert for so long that she’d gotten used to being mostly naked. 

Amity was hardly better, wearing only a pair of panties, the sole piece of clothing they’d been able to scavenge from the airship wreckage. As Luz slowly approached, she saw that Amity’s backpack was on the ground and an Abomi-bra was covering her chest. 

“Em!” shouted Luz, barreling forward into her girlfriend’s older sister. She threw out her arms in a hug, then slammed her sextuplet pregnant belly into the older girl. Em staggered back a few steps from the blow, then Luz turned to her side and hugged her with one arm. 

“Sorry about that, I’m just really excited to see someone,” Luz said. She felt purple slime creeping across her exposed skin as Amity made her an Abomi-bra. 

“Okay,” said Em, wriggling out of Luz’s hug. “What’s going on? What happened to the trip to the ancient library? And why are you both mostly naked?”

The fact that she didn’t question Luz’s sextuplet pregnancy was a sign of how crazy and kinky all the Blights were. They were all openly kinky around the mansion, with Em and Viney tying each other up, Ed and Jerbo roleplaying in sexy costumes, and Alador and Darius wearing BDSM outfits. Luz and Amity got simulated pregnant, of course, so frequently that it was just normal from Em’s perspective. 

“We got caught in a handstorm and the airship crashed,” began Amity. 

As her girlfriend explained their whole ordeal, from the airship crash to walking around a sand dune just a minute ago, Luz stared lovingly at her. Amity was such a good storyteller, the way her eyes lit up and she did voices (though her Luz voice needed some work). Her hands swooped through the air, mimicking how she’d fallen from altitude or fought off a warwolf. 

“And then we walked around that sand dune,” said Amity, pointing, “and saw the airship. Now what are you doing here?”

“Me and Viney are out here capturing mirages,” said Em. 

Luz frowned. “How do you capture a mirage?”

“With Illusion Magic,” said Em, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I already have three bottled up on the airship.”

“What do you need a mirage in a bottle for?” asked Luz. 

“They’re an important ingredient in high-quality Illusions,” said Em. “Seriously, they didn’t teach you about this in the Illusion track at Hexside?”

Luz shook her head. “That was probably in the advanced classes for dedicated Illusion students. Multitrackers never get past the mid-level stuff.”

“Anyway can we come aboard your airship?” asked Amity. “I’m really hungry.”

“Of course,” said Em. She led them toward the airship, calling out as she walked. “Hey Viney, we got company!”

The airship’s porthole swung open and Viney leaned out, holding a cocked crossbow. “Where? Oh hey, Luz and Amity.” She lowered the weapon.

“Not that kind of company,” said Em, waving her hands down. Viney disappeared back inside the porthole, and a moment later, she was walking down the gangplank - crossbow-free. 

As they approached, Viney raised an eyebrow. “Whoa, what happened to you two?”

“Airship crash,” said Luz. 

Viney was in action without a further word. Blue spell circles shone at her fingertips, and Luz was engulfed in a column of transparent blue light. When she looked over at Amity, she saw her girlfriend was enveloped in the same spell effect. 

“Well, neither of you are seriously injured,” said Viney. “Luz, you have some compressed discs in your spine, and you should see a real doctor since they’re not serious enough for me to fix here. Amity, you have nerve damage from the waist down. Everything is treatable but we’re taking you two to the hospital right now.” Viney started to shepherd them both up the gangplank while Em ran to a mooring line to untie it. “Oh, and you both have really strong bones for some reason.”

“Okay,” said Luz. She knew the reason for that last diagnosis all too well. 

“Can I have some crackers please?” blurted Amity. 

Everyone stopped and stared at her. “What?” she said, face tuning slightly pink. 

“You have nerve damage and you want crackers,” said Luz, raising an eyebrow. 

“I’ve been surviving on nothing but breastmilk for four days. I need something crunchy. I’ve been dying to sink my teeth into something ,” said Amity, looking slightly ashamed. “I love drinking your milk!” she said to Luz. “But I miss chewing.”

Luz giggled. “C’mon, I’m sure they have solid food in the galley.”

“We do,” said Viney. “I hope you like Kraken crackers. And we have some goreleech slime salsa if you want.”

Luz shuddered, and for two reasons. Ever since she had introduced the Boiling Isles to the concept of salsa , everyone had put their own demonic twist on it, and it was always in the most horrendous way. The other reason was that she’d seen Viney’s goreleech slime salsa before, and it looked like the splattered chunks of warwolf she’d been covered in the other night. 

The two exhausted girlfriends followed Viney into the airship’s galley and collapsed onto the bench seat in front of the table. “Ahhhhh,” Luz sighed happily, finally resting on a padded surface for the first time in days. She wiggled out of her makeshift backpack and slid it to the floor, but not before she grabbed Stringbean’s statue out of it. 

“How’s she doing?” asked Amity, leaning her head on Luz’s shoulder. 

“Not much improvement,” said Luz. “She was getting better, but I think having to carry us away from those warwolves made it worse again.”

“We’ll go straight to Bat Queen after we get out of the hospital. Or if they keep us there, Em can bring her,” said Amity. 

“Yeah,” said Luz. She stroked the little wooden snake on the head, right between her kitty ears. Amity reached over and started rubbing her pregnant belly. 

Viney clunked a box down on the table. “Kraken crackers. You’ll have to get yourselves something to drink though, I need to help Em take off.”

The two girlfriends thanked her, and then watched as she walked out of the galley. Amity eagerly opened the cracker box and pulled out a handful, stuffing them into her mouth and chewing rapaciously, eyes closed in bliss. 

Luz giggled. “Wow, you really missed crunchy food, huh?”

“Ou af no ibea,” said Amity around a mouthful of crackers. Then, she squeaked, blushed, and threw her hands over her mouth. Her throat bobbed, and she looked ashamed. “I’m sorry Luz. I shouldn’t have talked with my mouth full.”

Luz gently pulled the hands away from her mouth and kissed her right on the lips. “Don’t worry,” she said. “It was super cute.”

Amity’s face got a little pinker. Deciding to spare her girlfriend a blushing episode, Luz grabbed some crackers herself and chewed on them, revelling in the crunchy saltiness. God, she’d missed this. 

“Oh!” said Amity all of a sudden. She reached forward, to a pencil holder attached to the centre of the table. Retrieving a pencil and paper from a stack held down by a magnet, she slid them in front of Luz. “You can use the nullification glyph if you want.”

Luz pushed the paper and pencil aside. “Not yet. I don’t need to end the pregnancy simulation until we get to the hospital. And I like getting belly rubs.”

Amity, who had both hands in the cracker box, pulled one out and started stroking Luz’s spherical pregnant belly. There was a sudden increase in perceived weight as the airship took off, and Luz grunted as a twinge of pain went through her spine. Amity whipped her hand back, concern in her golden eyes. 

Luz giggled. “It’s okay batatita, just my back. And you can eat. Besides, I don’t think I want to drink water right now,” she said suggestively. 

“Oh?” said Amity, arching a flirty eyebrow. She spun her finger, casting a pink spell circle, and two Abomi-cups floated over from the cabinet. 

Luz felt her Abomi-bra melt away. She grabbed her huge, perky boobs, leaning over slightly to get above the cups. “Yeah. Y’know, I’ve never tried crackers dipped in milk.”