Stitch Comes To Visit

Stitch hesitated as she stood in front of the door. She'd been told this was Roger's place. But men could be tough to deal with, sometimes. Especially the sexually promiscuous ones, which she got the impression Roger was. Not just because of his behavior back in the harem, but because of him.

Sexual promiscuity suggests a low level of risk aversion. Whenever you fuck, there's STDs, pregnancies, feelings, all kinds of risks. Women were normally the more risk averse sex, but that didn't apply to sex. But men who were risk-indifferent... they had to be pretty damn risk indifferent to want to have casual sex. Maybe out there in the world were some guys who were completely convinced of feminism's proclamations of a need for male sexual liberation, but mostly, it meant slutty guys were trouble. They got in fights. Did drugs. Committed petty crimes. They lied for no good reason. They did lots of dumb, dangerous shit because they didn't think about the potential downsides.

Too bad she always fell for them anyway.

She thonked herself in the head with one hand. This guy had plenty of other women drooling for him, for sure. You can be a fun time girl, but that's all you'll manage. He's probably got some hot chick in there he's banging right now. Which is important because it means you shouldn't get attached, not because it's hot.

She knocked at that point, rapping against the door, and less than a second later, Roger opened it. It was a bewildering effect, presumably a consequence of his superspeed. "Hey," she said.

"Hey," he said, smiling at her. He had a good smile. The kind that said he was a real heartbreaker. Starting with hers. "Glad to see you left that cunt's harem," he said, and Stitch was a bit surprised by the harsh language, but she didn't complain. "Anybody else leave?"

"Bup came with me, and I told the others about the deal you were gonna make," Stitch offered. "I dunno about the rest, they debriefed us both pretty much immediately, so some others could be here too. How'd you do it?" His nose crinkled at that, like he smelled something foul. "Nah, forget it," she said. If he didn't want to talk about it, she wasn't going to make him. Probably wasn't a fun story, anyway. "So. Uh. You got a girl here?" As the words left her mouth, she inwardly winced - that was a really unclear way of saying it. Would he take it as 'a girlfriend' or 'a girl at your house'?

"I do, but she doesn't mind if you come in." He leaned to one side, and Stitch took that as license to come in.

Even if she was maybe, kind of, sort of, getting stupid feelings just because he was a hot guy who had sex with a stitch like her, and thought she was sexy (probably), and all that crap... he had a girl. She couldn't get feelings. Were they one of those open relationship types? Those tended to crash and burn anyway (in her experience), so maybe she could get in when the holy fuck girl you need to chill out. He was good, and it was hot watching him fuck other women, but she needed to control herself. "What's she like?"

"She's a superheroine," he told her. Probably that Mira chick. She'd seen a couple of the local gossip rags suggesting a Mira-Roger relationship. For his part, Roger closed and locked the door behind her, the clicking noise particularly loud due to how damn fast he could do it. "You can't talk about it, it's a bit racy. But I appreciate your help, back in the harem-" she didn't know why, she'd been pretty much useless, "-so you can watch, if you want."

Fuck. He said it so casually. He really was a slut. She ran one hand through her hair as she looked at him. She wanted to watch, but she also wanted to fuck him. She'd probably feel bad, watching him fuck the actual girl he liked. But he hadn't offered to fuck her, and she did kind of wonder what kind of racy details he got up to with Mira. Some kind of roleplay? Maybe he dressed up like a butler or something, that'd be hot. "I'll watch, sure."

He smiled at that, guiding her back to his bedroom, and it was not Mira Stone on his bed. Stitch actually blinked a few times at what she was looking at. It was ridiculously obscene. The girl was a dark-haired all-American beauty, with big fat homegrown tits, so she could definitely understand the appeal. (She wasn't into girls, but a guy having a big dick was definitely a charm point, so she empathized and didn't judge. Even if her own pair was... obnoxiously petite. She'd been designed that way. A stitch wasn't supposed to be hot, after all. Male stitches rarely broke past four inches for the same reason.)

What was the big thing, though... was what she was wearing. She had on a ring gag, plus those things that you put into your nose and hook them in? She'd only seen them in hardcore pornos, and only on dudes, so it was weird, seeing them on a woman in real life. Her arms were also bound behind her, tied up by some kind of leather bondage straps that held her forearms together. She floated on the bed, her cheeks turning crimson the moment Stitch's eyes finally wandered back to her face and actually took her in as a person.

"Kate. This is Stitch. Stitch helped save me from Fals, so you're grateful to her, right?" Immediately, Kate nodded, head rapidly bobbing up and down. "She likes to watch. You don't mind if I fuck you in front of her?" Kate shook her head. He patted her head, and she seemed to actually preen at the touch.

Holy fuck. She'd been sucking this dude's dick, watching him pound Bup and Kabb and Celyne, and here we was, effortlessly dominating some muscular superheroine and having her practically whimpering for his praise. There was something... really damn hot about it.

Plus, if they had this kind of relationship, maybe he wouldn't mind having something more serious with Stitch? No, that was fucking stupid. Horny idiot. Just because his dick's good doesn't mean you'll be a good couple. You've been down this road so many times.

"How do you want me to fuck her?" Roger asked, startling her out of her thoughts. "Mouth, pussy, ass. She's good with it all, isn't that right, Sow?" He idly stroked the woman's head, and she nodded rapidly in agreement. Sow. He called a superheroine 'Sow.' Effortlessly. Casually. That was hot, too. "Or her tits, I can fuck those too. Just her thighs. Whenever you want."

Normally, she kinda liked more vanilla stuff, or maybe domme-y, but this mascdom stuff was definitely doing something for her right now. Her breath was a little haggard as she opened her mouth to talk. "Um... fuck her thighs, from above." She'd get a good view of his chest. Not as good a view of his cock, though. Maybe when Bup came down (and she knew Bup would be here as soon as she was cleared for moving around in public), she could watch him fuck Bup? Seeing the stupid slime critter get dominated would be hot, especially since she'd actually be able to see that big dick sliding in and out.

Roger twisted Kate around, so that her head faced up towards the air. Her expression - what she could determine of it, anyway - was one of raw lust, as he gripped her thighs and pushed them up. Fuck, this was so hot. He stuffed his cock in between those meaty thighs of hers, pushing them together around his dick, and starting to thrust.

She could see it all. His purple cockhead, pulsing in between the woman's thighs. His muscular chest. The expression on his face - he was looking at her, not Kate. His eyes seemed to dig into her as he pumped, and she felt a certain heat rise in her cheeks, her heartbeat accelerating. "You can masturbate. Or strip." She could, yeah. She nodded dumbly. "Do it, Stitch."

Her brain restarted, then, enough to start peeling her way out of her clothes. If a hot dude told you to strip, she stripped. Some tiny part of her wondered if this was how he started things with Kate? Something casual, gentle, until she no longer could tell him to fuck off any more? No, that was obviously retarded, some dumb mascdom porno concept. This was real life. Kate was obviously just a sub, Stitch concluded, as she peeled off her sports bra. Her panties wound up gathered around her ankle as she started playing with herself to the show.

"You're so much hotter than this fat-titted pervert," Roger told her. Logically, she knew that he was just saying that for Kate's benefit, the woman clearly getting off on it. "The only thing she's got going for her are these tits," he noted, reaching up for the big breasts and just squeezing. The woman mewled as he clearly rubbed his dick right along her clit, doing his best to drive her crazy. His words were driving Stitch crazy, the way he was suggesting that Stitch was hotter than this obvious 10/10 primo piece of woman meat. He was just saying that for Kate's sake, though, obviously... "Plus, she's a complete pervert. A fuckpig who has humiliating sex in front of other women, just to get off on being degraded in front of an audience. Who would ever want a dirty girl like this? I pretty much just use her to jerk off. She's not good for much more."

Stitch nodded in agreement with that, mostly because nodding in agreement was what you did in situations like these. Her mouth was spread wide, tongue lolling out a bit as she panted, and her gaze by this point had fallen completely on Roger's cock. It slid, back and forth, back and forth... he was so damn hot, fuck... could she ask to fuck him after this? Her gaze flicked up to his own, and he smiled into her eyes. Her heart pumped that little bit harder, as her finger frantically played with her clit.

She was definitely falling for another slut. She was going to have to deal with a ton of drama because of this. By past experience, a guy this sexually open probably did like ten kinds of drugs she'd never heard of, got into fights every day of the week that ended in "y", and drove 170 down a 40. He obviously got around, maybe had an actual girlfriend in this universe already. But... but... fuck, he was just too hot.

* * *

Stitch looked pretty cute like that, the way her cheeks bloomed around her muzzle. You could even see it starting to trail down her neck, as she stood there, one hand in her pussy, another on her tit. She stared into my eyes like a deer caught in the headlights, as I pumped at Kate's thighs. I was angled so I'd rub against her clit, and she was squirming in an appropriate amount of pleasure, but I wasn't paying too much attention. I just mauled her tits, appealing to her masochistic side, as she panted through that ring gag.

I wasn't going to come like this. I'd realized that maybe a minute into this whole thing. A thighjob just wasn't stimulating enough, especially when you were as sexually active as I was. Kate had taken the day off from work to be with me. I was pretty sure she wanted to reassure me she'd be there for me or whatever, that she'd keep me safe. I appreciated the thought, and I appreciated using all three holes even more. But, Stitch was also nice, and I might still be in that stupid fucking harem if it weren't for her, so when Kate came, I'd declare that she wasn't good enough, and fuck the cute stitch.

That was kind of confusing, actually. I wanted to know her real name. Maybe she'd tell me now. I had saved her from that stupid harem too, after all.

Kate mewled around her ring gag, her eyes rolling around as she orgasmed. My fingers mauled her tits all the tighter, and I rutted in between her thighs, really rubbing at her clit. I wanted to make it as good for her as I could. I didn't want her to think twice about staying at my place, after all, and we had a mostly sexual relationship, so this was what I had to offer.

When she finished her orgasm, legs losing some of their tightness around my dick, I idly spanked her, making her pant, eyes widening. She looked up at me, confused, apologetic. "Your thighs aren't good enough, Sow," I told her, pulling back. "I want to fuck Stitch instead. You can watch," I told her, as I pulled back from her body.

Stitch's eyes widened at my declaration, but she didn't stop me, letting me slide up to her. She had this pretty sexycute slim body, with pert breasts and an ass born of cardio with zero genetic benefits. It was probably objectively a 7/10, but I felt a particular kinship for her, which always rocketed you up the scoreboard - just like how Fals's objectively 10/10 body was now a 5 at best, thanks to her dogshit personality. So I knelt down a little, taking her nipple into my mouth, my cock slapping at her thighs.

She reached down for my dick at that point, trying to angle it at her cunt. Right. This was just teasing at this point, wasn't it? Not foreplay. I shifted at superhuman speed, grasping her hips and thrusting inside her in what, for her, was a heartbeat. She squeaked in surprise at the sudden penetration, her pussy wet and tight and muscular, gripping my dick as I slid myself deep inside her. "Any of your magic good for sex, Stitch?" I whispered in her ear. She nodded stupidly. "What magic?"

"Muh, Mirror, Image," she got out. "Makes a, false image of me. Illusion."

"Fuck, that's hot. Put her on the bed," I told her, and immediately, her hand glowed. I spun her around so I could actually see the bed, and there was a naked Stitch, just kneeling there. "Have her spread her legs. Show me your pussy as I fuck you," I told her, and she did exactly that, the girl on the bed spreading her legs wide, fingers going down to spread her sex wide. Stitch's hot breath tickled my neck as I pumped away, holding her by the hips. Most of her weight was balanced on me, and if I didn't have my improved musculature and she was heavier, I probably wouldn't have been able to fuck her in that position.

I was, though, and she was really great to fuck, her pussy gripping and squeezing my dick. It took less than a minute for her to come, howling with an animal cry, her head tilting back in pleasure. While I was pretty sure women in this universe had an easier time coming, that was really fast. I guess she really liked watching me fuck Kate. That was good. I pushed her towards the bed, eventually laying her spasming body down on her back, my dick still firmly inside her as I fucked her from the side of the bed. Her legs wrapped around my hips, and she gasped and panted, erotic noises escaping her throat. The illusion kept holding its pussy open, twisting to face me, showing off her hot body in stereo.

My gaze ran from one to the other, and I intentionally ignored Kate for the moment. Stitch was definitely enjoying herself, after all. Actually... "Sow, leave. I don't want you watching this any more." I felt Stitch's pussy squeeze a bit around my dick, her gaze going to the bound woman as she floated out of the room, cheeks hot as she went, pussy dripping, clit hard. She was obviously into being ordered around, even in an absurd, over-the-top scenario like this. I leaned down over Stitch, kissing at her neck, at her breasts, and she shivered in pleasure on my cock, her hands running along my naked back, sliding and scraping across bare skin. "What's your birth name?"

"Fuh, fuck, don't ask me that," she replied, obviously embarrassed.

"Come on. I'm balls deep inside you. You get to live in an alternate USA where nobody cares that much that you're a stitch. I want to know," I told her. I went so far as to slow down, one hand going down to her clit to teasingly stroke along it. She squirmed for a moment.

"Fuh, fine, you can't tell anybody," she told me, and I nodded. "Fifi Lauder," she said, turning away.

I just kissed her on the cheek. Fifi. I could see why she was embarrassed. It sounded like a dog's name, not a person's. Still, I didn't make fun of her for it, instead intensifying my pace inside her, starting to really play with her clit. "I'm glad you came to this Earth, Fifi," I told her. She blushed at the name, and there was this awkward squirm of her body, the Mirror Image stuttering. Guess I'd have to call her Stitch out loud. "Do you have a phone?" She shook her head. "When you get one, give me your number. I'll text you when I'm fucking girls that are cool with being watched." That would be, Xico, Kate, maybe Nora if I didn't actually fuck Fifi, Lope, Tsuru... probably Bup, too, in time.

"Fuh, fuck, really?" She panted out, turning her gaze up to me, and I nodded. She came at that point, spasming on my dick, an animal howl escaping her throat as she wriggled about hungrily on my cock. I just let her go, enjoying watching her like that, skin beginning to grow slick with sweat, mouth panting with arousal with each pump on my part. She had a very interesting o-face, given her dog mouth - her maw just fell open, tongue waggling about freely, jiggling in the air as she bounced on my dick. Every thrust I gave her was making her feel amazing, particularly given I was using the superspeed-clit-stimulation trick I used, making her mewl and twist.

I sometimes would look up at the Mirror Image of hers. Sometimes she managed to keep it in position, legs splayed wide, pussy visible. Other times, she'd lose control, and it would flop around in bizarre and unintuitive fashions, like the pull of gravity was somewhere strange, or like her muscles weren't working. Not quite like it was glitching out, more like an ragdoll in a video game that wasn't programmed too well. Still, it was sexy, seeing her lose control in a rather unique fashion, as she came again and again on my cock.

I met her lips with my own at some point in there, and her tongue started licking at my mouth. She didn't kiss like a normal girl, obviously, but she was still pretty fun to kiss, her cool nose making me want to giggle as it pressed against my own. Her manic desire for me only grew as we kissed like that, my lips smacking against the front of her muzzle, and her tongue responding by frantically licking at them.

I got the impression she didn't get a lot of kissing done, so I did my best to offer her plenty. I also scratched her ear as I pumped inside her, making her softly moan and gently tilt her head into my grasp. She liked it as much as a real dog would, which was a lot.

When I felt myself about to come, I pulled out of her. She was left spinning for a moment, head rolling around senselessly, trying to figure out why I'd pulled out. "Are you safe?" I asked. She panted, nodding. I pushed back inside her and erupted a moment later, groaning as I did. My thumb flicked against her clit, but she wasn't close enough by that point to come one last time, and as I finished, I sighed loudly. "Fuck," I breathed out, pulling out of her pussy. I wiped my forehead. "That was great." I flopped to sit on the edge of the bed, making her body bounce a bit as the mattress shifted. "You want to play some video games? Mira just bought me a bunch." I left out the fact that I used 'mind control roleplay' to justify it. I felt really dumb about doing that, in retrospect. It was honestly cringeworthy.

Hot, though. Definitely hot to have a gorgeous billionaire buying you things and calling you 'Master' whenever you were out of earshot. My dick was getting hard again. "We can go again. I can have Kate clean my dick off, and then you can give me a blowjob. Whatever," I told her, as she laid there, still panting.

"Mmm... fuck. You know, I don't have a place to stay, yet," she said. "Can I crash here?"

I had already invited Kate to stay at my place. It wasn't like I was inherently opposed to the idea of Fifi staying around, but- it was definitely weird, to have two women living with you. Even if one of them was your fuckpig. "You can sleep on the couch, Kate's staying over for now." An awful thought came to mind. I didn't actually know Fifi that well. She'd helped me get out, yeah - but she'd also spent however long in that harem in the first place, hadn't she? Was she still hypnotized or whatever? In love with Fals? I didn't get the vibe that she was bi, but why would you keep a straight chick in your harem if you were a girl? "Hey. What do you think of Fals?" I asked her, circling around the issue rather than bringing it up directly.

"She was like anybody else. She looked out for herself, did what pleased her. For me, that was good. Keeping a cool badass around so you can fuck guys in front of them while they jill off is a big ego boost, and being saved from getting tracked down and executed by firing squad for treason - I wasn't even a legal fucking citizen and they charged me with that shit! - well, that's obvious. For you, that was bad, since you've got a hot big-titted babe that does whatever you say, in this universe, and the internet, too." She sighed. "Man, I missed the net."

"Kate doesn't do whatever I say." Fifi quirked an eyebrow at that, eyes flicking over to me. "Okay, technically she does, but I tailor my orders to her tastes." That did make me wonder what I'd do to her if I just decided to enjoy dominating her? It was hard to really think of anything in particular that went beyond what we'd done. "Anyway, Kate's nice, but there are lots of nice things here in this universe."

"Yeah," Fifi agreed, leaning up at last. "Like video games. I'm curious what they're like here," she said, hopping off the bed and stretching. It was a casual thing, limbering up her body, but fuck if it wasn't nice to see her ass wiggle like that. "Uhh. Probably should have Kate get dressed?" Fifi suggested, hopping on the toes of her feet for a moment. "Be kinda weird if she's like that..."

"Yeah, I guess so," I agreed, getting myself dressed at superspeed and abandoning a Fifi - who was just then grabbing her panties - to go out. Kate was pretty much immediately in front of the door, still naked, floating in the air. "We're done with sex for now, Kate," I told her, starting to unhook her from the various absurd contraptions she was locked into. She could break free of them on her own, obviously, but then I'd have to buy new ones. "Get dressed properly. We'll play some video games together, the three of us."

"Yes, sir," she agreed. I wasn't sure if she was trying to tempt me to fuck her, or just saying it on automatically. If she was trying to tempt me, though, it didn't work, because Fifi came out a couple seconds later, dressed fully. "I'll go get dressed," she added, blushing as she walked past Fifi.

* * *

Stitch just needed to keep herself cool. She was being casual. This was casual. They were going to casually play video games. Maybe when they got done he was going to casually fuck her like a well-trained whore again, and maybe casually kiss her dead on the lips (which plenty of whores would do, despite stereotypes). That was it. He wasn't interested in romance. This was a fuckbuddy type relationship he was offering, not a romantic one. She needed to accept that, and not fall for another slut.

At least she hadn't seen any signs of drug paraphernalia. Plus, the fact that he had a superheroine living with him now - even if she was some masochistic submissive - made it less likely he'd be a criminal in his daily life. So that was a leg up on... basically every guy like this she'd ever known.

The perfect man. All the sex of a slut, none of the drama.

She pulled out an unopened game that looked interesting. A top-down shooter with zombies. Co-op for up to four players, plus it was unopened so that meant that Roger wouldn't be insanely better than her. Night Survivor. The name also suggested it wasn't a sequel, and a quick skim of his - stupid big, Jesus, there were like a hundred games stuffed in here, dozens of them unopened still - game library seemed to confirm. "This one work for you?" She suggested, raising it up to display it.

"Sure," he said, plopping down on the couch casually. She tore it open and stuck it in, bouncing back to the couch with one of the controllers. She frowned. They didn't have this many buttons back on her Earth. It had six buttons per thumb, plus two joysticks, plus three triggers. That was too many. Hopefully she wouldn't totally embarrass herself.

She did wonder how Bup was doing. She did have a soft spot for the retarded former-rapist, but she could understand the dimwit being... well, not being allowed out. She didn't know that was what was going to happen, but... it seemed pretty likely, obviously. She wasn't even sure whatever binding Fals used was still working.

* * *

Bup bounced around anxiously in the room. It was a nice room, but it wasn't wet, so she didn't really like it. There also weren't any slutty cocks, so she didn't like it. She wanted slutty cocks. Like Roger's! She'd mentioned that a few dozen times! Probably more!

"Hey. I like it too," came a female voice, attached to an albino girl. What did she like too? "Roger's cock," the woman said, smiling. "Now, Stitch mentioned you were bound so that you can't rape people?"

"Yes! Fals used really powerful binding! It still working!" It was a terrible binding. Any member of her species who had lived long enough, and eaten enough cum, to be as smart as her, would be vulnerable to it. The dumber ones, like she'd once been, wouldn't be able to be so manipulated, but it was overpowering.

"And what sort of binding is this, exactly?" The woman asked, looking curious.

"It secret phrase! Contain hidden knowledge, make it not possible to rape slutty cocks anymore!" The woman gestured for Bup to continue. She didn't know how to continue.

"What is the phrase?" The woman asked.

"Bup not want to make it so you no can rape slutty cocks anymore..." she explained. It was sad, not being able to rape slutty cocks. Or rape non-slutty cocks until they became slutty from pleasure.

The woman's expression grew firmer. "I don't want to rape anybody."

"Okay... if you sure... the words are, 'It's bad to rape people.' She explain it more, give it power!" Bup explained. The woman's expression suggested she was annoyed with the answer, but it was the truth! What more could Bup say? Even if the woman said it was okay, it was forever! There was no way to get rid of it! Once you learn something important, you can't forget it!

The woman sighed, rubbing her forehead. "I want a second opinion other than Dr. Siskander, but... I think it's not actually a binding. She just... was too stupid to understand what she was doing, before Fals found her."

"Stupid and ignorant!" Bup declared. "Bup miss those days..."

The woman sighed again, shaking her head.