Chapter 269

Zoey didn’t have time to properly brace herself for the idea—to come to terms with the fact that Delta was going to fuck her with her foot.

Eager as ever, the foxgirl wiggled her heel into Zoey’s cocktip, then stomped down. Zoey’s cock buried into the gooey purple substance in one long, clean thrust. The texture of Delta’s gooey body squeezing her cock as she plunged all fourteen inches inside was close to divine. It felt, as Zoey had experienced before, way better than it should. As if Zoey were penetrating an actual bumpy hole, not dissimilar from that toy she’d shared with Maddy. The pressure of Delta’s goo clamping around her, hugging and releasing, warm and clingy, was simply unmatched.

“Fuck,” Zoey groaned into Rosalie’s pussy, the word muffled but her intent obvious. Her hips bucked in automatic reflex. Delta nearly fell over—because, right, she was balancing on one leg to make this happen, the other being used as a hole.

“Easy, girl,” Delta laughed. “You like that, I take it?” Her foot traveled back up, the insides of her leg tightly gripping Zoey as it went, before she stomped down again, taking Zoey to the base—her toes slapping into her lower stomach with enough force to make a wet smacking noise.

Zoey groaned again, louder, in answer.

“That’s a yes. You know, I did kinda figure you’d be a girl that likes getting stepped on.”

With Rosalie’s pussy smothering her, she couldn’t much have argued the point. That this wasn’t really being stepped on, by any typical meaning of the phrase. But maybe she wouldn’t have argued anyway. Not while Delta was giving her such a wonderful experience. It was novel, lewd, and definitely a bit strange, the way she watched her cock disappear into her girlfriend’s leg, all the way up her calf—but more importantly, it felt incredible.

Working into a rhythm, Delta fucked her in one of the oddest ways yet, her toes and foot slapping down into her lower half with loud squelches. Zoey thrust up to meet her, her bucking hips destabilizing the other girl and making it hard for her to keep her balance.

In the meantime, Rosalie was starting to shudder with Zoey’s efforts—and, since Zoey was running a little low on oxygen, having not come up for air once yet—she redoubled her efforts. She gripped Rosalie’s hips, holding her in place as she devoured the girl, tongue working in and out as enthusiastically as she ever had before.

With that kind of focus, Rosalie didn’t stand a chance. Her thighs clamped down on either side of Zoey’s head, and, back arching, she came with a loud cry. She shuddered and trembled atop Zoey’s face, and Zoey didn’t let up, licking her through her orgasm, until the girl’s thighs finally stopped squeezing her skull and she slumped over.

With Rosalie having collapsed in recovery, Zoey was given an unobstructed view of the foxgirl pleasuring her again, no longer blocked by Rosalie’s semi-transparent body. Purple goo lifted and stomped back down, taking her all the way to the base at a rapid, squelching pace—twice a second at least. Zoey fell back on the bed and matched the motions, hips bucking, rapidly reaching a climax of her own.

The accompanying sight made it hard to resist the sensations: Delta’s body jiggling enthusiastically with her actions. Not just her breasts, but every curve; every part of her that was plump, hips and ass and tits, was shaking and quivering with the vigorous motions of repeatedly stomping on her.

Slimegirls were really something. How many times had she said that? It was worth saying once more. They were seriously the best.

Heat built in her abdomen, rapidly becoming untenable. Zoey began panting as the pleasure ramped up past the point she could hope to contain it. Finally, she gave in; her orgasm washed over her. Her cock twitched inside the foxgirl’s foot, and, arching upward so eagerly that Delta really did almost fall over this time, she erupted.

The first shot blasted up into Delta’s leg, leaving a long white string floating in the purple slime up near her thigh. Another followed, and another, the girl’s footjob—could it even be called that?—driving her through the sensations, milking as thorough of a load as Zoey had ever pumped out.

When it was over, Zoey slumped down, chest heaving and her head feeling foggy. Delta, her work done, pulled off with one last gooey squelch, and, grinning, leaned over at the waist to inspect her thigh. To admire her handiwork. The floating strands of cum inside her leg.

“What would happen if I transformed back, I wonder?” she asked, laughing at the absurd idea. “Would I be part cum? Would it just disappear? Fucking magic.”

Zoey hazily admired the impressive amount of white strings suspended in her girlfriend’s gooey body, wondering how strange of a person she was to be so aroused at the sight.

Delta spared one more amused—and slightly proud—look for Zoey’s wrung-out expression, then sat down in front of Rosalie, who was only halfway recovered herself.

“She’s gonna need a sec,” the foxgirl told her. “So, on to my next experiment.”

“ ... which is?” Rosalie asked warily, knowing what the word experiment implied when it came to this deviant.

“If I’m a regular person, I can stick my hand inside you,” Delta said. “But what happens when we’re both slime? Can I still do it?”

Delta placed a hand on the bottom of Rosalie’s pelvis, just above her pussy, and pushed. Zoey, intrigued, elbowed up and watched despite her exhaustion. With some effort—and a sudden yielding of goo—Delta sank her hand inside of Rosalie. The motion extracted a delightfully lewd groaning noise from the other woman, who wiggled in place at the sensation.

“Neat,” Delta said, wrist-deep inside Rosalie in a totally different meaning of the phrase. “But can we get even weirder, I wonder?”

Extracting her hand with a loud plop, she climbed on top of Rosalie, sitting on her waist.

“Pull me down,” Delta ordered, leaning over to lie on Rosalie, so their breasts were pressed together. She slid her own hands underneath Rosalie to cup her ass. “And I’ll pull you up.”

“What?” She seemed confused. “What are you trying to do?”

“To get inside you, like always. Just in a better way, this time.”

Rosalie looked blankly at her for a moment, then raised her eyebrows. “To get—your lower half inside mine? To merge?”

“Ever wonder what fucking two pussies at once is like?” Delta asked, shooting a grin over her shoulder at Zoey. She paused. “I guess you’ve already done that, with that double-up potion. But I mean twice at once, literally.”

Obviously, Zoey was more than interested, and her sudden predatory expression definitely conveyed that. “Is it even possible?”