This Ascent to Divinity is Lewder than Expected (A Futa LitRPG)

2.16 Into the Dungeon

Zoey was lining her cock up to Not-Zoey's entrance when the bedroom door burst open.

Both her and Not-Zoey's head pivoted to their arrivals—Delta and Rosalie—and Zoey stayed frozen for a long, suspended moment. Rosalie and Delta stared, speechless.

"I, uh, can explain," Zoey said.

Delta looked at Zoey, cock laid out across Zoey's clone, just about to thrust in, and said, horrified, "Oh my gods. You can't be serious."

Rosalie, on her part, burst out laughing.

It was two highly uncharacteristic reactions. Zoey's face flushed even as Not-Zoey scrambled from underneath her, pulling the blankets up to cover herself.

Zoey sat back down, cock still hard, and more mortified than she might have ever been in her life. Why did they have to walk in now? Before she'd even got to feel what Not-Zoey's—her own—insides were like ... all the shame of being caught, but none of the payoff. The worst possible time. Fate conspired against her.

"Honestly, you go, dude," Rosalie said. "I'd have done the same."

"The shard swapped our bodies," Delta said flatly. "I'm Rosalie. She's Delta."

Zoey absorbed the announcement. It explained their reactions. And seeing how body-play (a term Zoey invented on the spot) was clearly the theme of this shard, it made sense.

"The shard cloned me," Zoey said.

"We've noticed," Rosalie in Delta's body hissed. "Now stop trying to fuck yourself and stand up. It's time to get moving."

"It was her idea," Not-Zoey said.

Rosalie's glare pivoted. "And you! What do we even do with you? One was enough."

"Think she's a trap?" Delta in Rosalie's body asked. "Good thing we got here in time. Bet you slip inside, she eats you with her pussy, or some shit."

Zoey paused, glancing at Not-Zoey, both their eyebrows raised. "No, I don't think that's it."

"Well, why else?"

"Who knows anything about this shard," Rosalie growled. "Stand up! We're moving." She seemed exceedingly flustered for having caught Zoey. Which made sense. Also, it was super weird seeing Rosalie's embarrassed reactions on Delta, who had previously been so unruffled when it came to sex. And the other way around, Delta's irreverent reactions on Rosalie's normally controlled face.

Zoey—despite all the shenanigans—briefly appreciated Delta's naked body. Like she had expected, Zoey wasn't the only one who had her inventory confiscated; both Rosalie and Delta had too. Delta's curves were even more generous than she'd expected, and she'd expected a lot—she'd noted how tightly her leather armor had clung, and leather armor had a tendency to conceal. Fuck me. Delta's tits were ...

Well, she had a nice pair, without being crude about things.

"Ogle me more, will you?" Rosalie seethed.

Shit. That's Rosalie in there. Don't forget.

"Just coming to terms with the, uh, situation," Zoey lied.

"Meant nothing by it," Not-Zoey added.

They glanced at each other, then laughed.

Of course she was staring, too. She's me.

Zoey and Not-Zoey shuffled out of bed. Not-Zoey reluctantly released the bed sheets covering her. Zoey took note of Rosalie staring at Not-Zoey distinctly cock-lacking crotch (which, what a phrase), before tearing her eyes away. Just as surprised as I was. She wondered which way Rosalie preferred her. She definitely seemed to like Zoey's extra equipment, but would she have liked Zoey more, without?