Miss Pegasus' weird Oneshots

A slightly different punch - Garreth x fem!MC x Garreth 🍋

For my friend Krissy

The snow fell in thick flakes on the cold floor. In the small house in the west of England, cheerful Christmas music played. The brunette witch hummed along happily to the sounds of Jingle Bells while she busily prepared the feast for the evening. The whole house smelled wonderful of freshly baked cookies and melted chocolate. Krissy was just marinating the roast when Garreth stumbled into the kitchen, completely covered in snow. "Mmm, that smells incredibly good, Babycakes." He pressed a tender kiss to his wife's temple. "Can I help you in any way?" "First of all, take off your clothes," she ordered him. "Oh? Already? Okay, if my wife wants it that way..." Garreth grinned mischievously and began to unbuckle his belt. "Not completely, you idiot, just your wet clothes," giggled Krissy and hit him with the kitchen towel. "You're dripping all over my floor," she explained. Smiling guiltily, like a child caught eating cookie dough, the redhead trotted back into the hallway and hung up his soaking wet coat. He quickly kicked his boots off his feet and was about to make his way back to the kitchen, but Krissy's stern look was enough to admonish him. He raised his hands apologetically and gathered his boots, placing them neatly on the shoe rack. Krissy had her husband well under control.

"So, since I know you hate having to take care of everything alone, I'll ask again: Can I help you?" Garreth gently tucked a brown strand of hair back under Krissy's hairband. The young woman smiled lovingly at him. "You can peel the potatoes and take care of the drinks," she suggested. Garreth saluted. "Will do, boss!"

The couple worked happily together in the kitchen. Krissy gave Garreth little tasks that she was glad to hand over. Who likes peeling Brussels sprouts? Almost everything was ready by now. In just over an hour, their parents would be coming for dinner. Excitedly, Krissy went over everything again, hoping she hadn't forgotten anything. This was the first Christmas they would spend together at their house. Krissy wanted everything to be perfect. And everything seemed to be going according to plan until suddenly - POP POP POP. "Um, Babycakes? I think I screwed up," Garreth's voice rang out twice. Sensing something bad, Krissy turned around. Her green eyes grew huge when she saw what her husband had done again. At the kitchen table stood not one but two Garreths.

Not believing her eyes, Krissy stared at him, no, at THEM. "What did you do?" she asked, unsure whether to laugh or cry. "Well," the first Garreth stammered. "You told me to make the punch." "And you know how much I like to change the recipes a little," said the second Garreth. "I wanted to try something out." "And I thought a few dragon scales and a splash of fire salamander blood would give the whole thing a little fire." "I didn't expect to clone myself that way." The two Garreths looked at each other. "But you have to admit that this is pretty crazy," they said simultaneously.

Krissy threw her hands up in despair. "I don't know whether I should think two of you are good or bad." The two Garreths gave each other a mischievous look. "Let's find out." With that, they walked towards Krissy. "We still have enough time before our parents come, don't we?" the first Garreth grumbled and tugged at the bow on Krissy's apron. "I know you think the same thing," the other Garreth whispered into her ear from behind and pulled her back against his chest. She could already feel his erection on her ass. Krissy loved Garreth, and she loved having sex with him. They had also always wanted to try a threesome, but they had never met the right person for it until now. Two Garreths would be ideal for their threesome adventure.

Krissy's middle flared with desire. Sighing, she let herself fall against the Garreth behind her and pulled the Garreth in front of her into a passionate kiss. She enjoyed the two pairs of hands that slid over her body and wandered under her thick sweater. The Garreth at the back greedily kneaded her breasts through her bra and nibbled on her earlobe. She moaned into the kiss. She wanted more. Much more. One of the four hands slipped into her panties. "Damn, you're so wet, Babycakes," he growled. Krissy lost track. One Garreth had always been all over her when they slept with each other, but two? This was a total sensory overload of the best kind.