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Salt froze in place, palm over her mouth with the shock of a maid having witnessed a murder, the drink in her hand now untouched.

The liquid slime went down his throat like lava. 

Its contents drained, the flask dropped to the floor with a hollow *plink*. Pip hacked and wheezed as the unknown pang assaulted his taste buds.

For a moment, there was a terrifying silence. He grasped his throat, the fur on the back of his neck standing straight up. 

He never drank his concoctions. They were never meant to be drunk. Heal wounds maybe. Sear flesh from bone in some cases, sure.

But not chugged like a bottle of cheap alcohol.

His unwelcome guest went bug-eyed as they maintained eye contact for a hellish moment straight. He’d told her not to touch anything.

Having one loud-mouthed squatter going as she pleased whenever she felt like traipsing for thrills was bad enough. Now she had to bring her so-called “bestie” to add to the list of routine disturbances. He failed to notice the word babysitter plastered across his face but apparently, Pepper saw it clear as day.

Pepper’s erstwhile partner in crime just had to wander in and pick up any old potion of his and start pestering him about its contents. 

A solution to the food problem, he explained as the brew bubbled on his workbench. Meant to coax productivity in plants, therefore producing a steadier influx of fruit. Imperative considering he was now playing host to two interdimensional “roommates”. He might’ve gone into more detail of the specifics had he believed his technobabble wouldn’t be lost on her.

Salt's blank stare was proof enough of that. He'd reached for his nerve-soothing glass of cactusqueeze, his only comfort from dealing with two party girls crashing his tiny home for weeks.

Only he'd failed to notice Salt idly swiping it, and chugged his own potion by mistake.

There was no telling what effect the solution could’ve had on people, least of all him. Perhaps his fur would’ve grown out. Maybe he would’ve gotten taller. Hell, he could’ve even turned into a plant, himself. For all he knew, it could’ve left nothing but an itching sensation.

But that was only speculation. With the idea of it being applied to the skin. 

He DRANK it! 

As time fell to a standstill, Pip counted his lucky stars that his innards weren’t melting into a pool of viscera or something. That didn’t account for the less-than-enjoyable heat building up in his body.

A few more moments of silent assurance went by before Pip afforded himself the liberty of breathing again. Ensuring that he wasn’t at risk of melting into a puddle of goo, he continued to stare at Salt, beside herself with the suspense.

“...You. Are so lucky I’m not dying.”

As though the last painfully tense minutes didn’t happen, the DJ immediately scoffed, taking a swig of fresh-squeezed cactus juice. His fresh-squeezed cactus juice. “I told you it was nothing to worry about.”

Pip sourly furrowed his brow. “Since when?? You just stood there and panicked while I...while I…” His sentence hung, unfinished as he moved a hand to wipe the sudden sheen of sweat from his forehead. “Did it...did it just get hotter in here or something?”

Salt blinked. “Uhm...no? Does that happen in this dimension or something?”

Despite having just downed his potion, Pip felt his throat assailed by a sudden dryness. He meandered over to his work table, eyes running down the appliance for something - anything - safe enough to quench his inexplicable thirst without risk of turning his stomach into a test tube. “I...I swear it just suddenly got really hot in here for some reason.”

“Must be just me then.”

He paused his frantic searching for a stare bereft of amusement. The smug flirt of a kitten winked back in response.

“Funny,” Pip remarked dryly. “Just make yourself useful and get out of my lab before you make things wor-”

He froze on the spot, words lodged in his throat while a shade of red dotted his gold-furred cheeks. 

Salt curiously eyed him and his odd behavior. “Pippy? Are you alright?” 

Her pet name for him always made his ears twitch in agitation. Whether or not Pepper’s claim of being his “dimensional doppelganger” wasn’t a load of bunk was one thing. He didn’t need his name bastardized into sounding more like her’s. 

“I’m fine!” He muttered loudly. Salt was quick to note his tail quickly moving to wrap around his midsection.

“You sure? You’re looking a little...pale?”

At the first sound of her taking a step forward, Pip quickly scuttled further away. “I’m good! Really!” He forced a chuckle through grit teeth. “You can go now!”

“I really think you should let me look,”

“Look just...I’m fine!”

“Yeah, no, you clearly aren’t.”

He didn’t know what made his body sear more, the potion or the persistent feline chasing him around his workshop. 

Pip panted, his body suddenly becoming too winded to skitter away. Still, he had no intention of facing her directly. “Gods...when did you…get so fast?” He doubled over inexplicably, face damp with sweat as a concerned Salt hovered over him in concern. 

Salt was no medic but her best assumption was that a face as reddened as his was indicative mostly of a fever. A pang of guilt shot through her mind at the thought of her accidentally getting him sick.

“Maybe you should uhh...get some rest or something! That’ll make you feel better right?” She place a hand on his shoulder as though it would stir him back to some semblance of the vulpin’s troublemaking self. “Here, let me get you to your-ah.”

She went as inert as a statue. Eyes gazed down at the very spot that his tail went far too limp to cover.

There it was.

Standing at attention within the confines of his unfortunately-too-fitted pants.

Salt’s lips curled into the widest of grins as the pieces of the puzzle fell perfectly into place.

“Oh, Pippy! So scandalous!” Salt mused loudly in mock astonishment. 

She circled around him, now mindful of the new “effect” she had on him. The devil on her shoulder was all too happy to invite a more sultry shift in her saunter. The hips barely restrained by her form-fitting bottoms were finally given their chance to shine. A teasing lean forward allowed the cleavage wrapped within her top to display just for him. 

“Get lost.” Pip slurred. “I...mean it.”

Salt giggled sweetly at his attempts at denial. “Does ‘widdle’ Pippy have a cwush on me? You’re so cute! You could’ve told me!” She folded her arms underneath her hanging bust, pushing them more outward. “I wouldn’t have minded either.”

An agitated glower aimed her way, yet she was too engrossed by the twitching tent below his waist. Husky breaths churned from his mouth as Pip uncharacteristically grabbed the trim of her jacket.

“I...told you…to go.”

Her only response was a cheeky grin and a pair of half-lidded eyes. 

“Mmm nah. Whatcha gonna do about it?”

The sweltering of his body peaked. Irritation, annoyance, and frustration pervaded his mind in an instant. 

He’d been subject to the amusement of now two harpies freeloading in his own home, just lost weeks of progress in one fell swoop, and was now being teased for it.

Pip’s blood boiled. He desperately needed an antidote or at least a countereffect to the potion so that he could think straight. Salt wasn’t helping at all - that devil may care attitude making light of his increasingly perilous work at every turn. Those obstructive tits constantly hanging in his face. 

That godsdamned fat ass being flaunted off in the saddest excuse for leggings he’d ever seen.

Pip gazed down. Not even his tail could hide the throbbing length stretching apart his pants. Instantly he realized…

The antidote could wait.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Pip’s body bore forward before another derisive snip could leave her muzzle.

Salt yelped as her body flew along with him like a paper bag. “Uoohh, Pippy! When’d you get so stroOOAAGHN!!”

In his mad dash, Pip brought them both to his bed. The one she made a point to use as her own personal seat far too many times. 

She made a tiny squeak as she was face up onto the mattress, given only a moment’s reprieve before Pip hovered above her. Surprise turned to arousal, gazing up at his hungering stare. 

“Well look at you being all forward!” Salt giggled amorously. “What’re you gonna do next, huh? Gimme a kiss?”

He ignored her, hands trailing up to her neon green top. 

Salt always pegged him as one of those nerdy types; always clumsy and erratic around pretty girls so laughably out of their league. It was cute though. Watching them fumble around exploring unknown ter-

RIIIP!

Her ears shivered from the disturbing sound. Immediately, Salt felt the sudden freeness of her chest.

“Wh-hey!” Pip seemed unbothered setting her back one perfectly good clubbing shirt. “Sheesh, I could’ve taken that off you know!”

He paid little heed to her gripe as his prize bounced into view. Frantic, his hand grasped firmly at one exposed teat.

“Eep!” 

While his mouth plunged onto the other.

Salt mewled from the sudden shot of stimulation shooting through her body. Pip’s hot breath tingled against her sensitive skin. His hand squeezed his other plaything at his leisure. 

“Is everything in your dimension this backwards?” She attempted to complain but even she couldn’t deny that his eager lips and tongue weren’t a welcome sensation.

The vulpin’s fixation didn’t stop at her chest. Below his waist, the throbbing bulge in his pants could only desperately grind against Salt’s crotch, sending more of his heat radiating against her.

Slowly being overtaken by Pip’s haze, Salt studied his wild state. How emboldened he was - presumably by whatever was in that flask he drank. Needless to say…

It was hot as hell.

“Mmm c’mon Pippy,” she cooed, “you can do better than that…”

His ears twitched, having heard her coax while he busied himself with her chest. Pip pulled away, sucking harshly on the nipple on the way out before moving his head towards the other. His remaining hand found an abundance of real estate at Salt’s posterior, groping it through her tights. She bit her lip, feeling a whore’s pride knowing that her figure caught the attention of denizens of her home dimension and this one.

Palms sank into the quicksand of her cheeks. Pip grew daring, bringing both hands to squeeze harder. Humping against her inner legs as though his member would free itself from his pants that way. 

Then came the teeth. Shivers ran up Salt’s back as the horndog cutie wasn’t satisfied with suckling at her breast like a newborn. 

“Not so rough!” She mewled, uncertain if she truly meant it.

Deeming the pink bud’s abuse acceptable, Pip drew back, a lustful glimmer in his eye as his gaze aimed downward. Like a starving beast, his attention fell to where his hips met hers. Standing at the edge of the bed, his stare hadn’t once left the feline’s body as he haphazardly shed - and even tore - his clothing.

In his bare state, her attention was drawn only to the stiff manhood now free and drooling. She could all but see the musky air circulating around it as it throbbed in the open air. 

Salt didn’t know what she was expecting. She’d be lying if she said she never envisioned how the grumpy nerd version of her party-going galpal looked below the belt.

Her fantasies, however, didn’t come close.

Her heart skipped a beat, knowing exactly where that long, veiny thing between his legs was poised to go. Then another problem arose.

“...Pippy…” She began, chiding intent made clear in her voice. Salt’s blood ran cold as she realized she hadn’t learned the lesson from what remained of her shirt. 

His sights were set on her hips.

“Pippy, don’t you DARE.”

Quickly she fumbled with the belt of her pants in a desperate bid to prevent an awkward trip to her home dimension down a pair of-

“Aw COME ON!”

A moment too late. Just when she managed to undo the belt too. 

It was difficult to say if the heat-riddled Pip even cared for her sour glare as he lifted her legs. Either way, he had the object of his obsession laid bare. His for the taking. His cock situated itself on top of the torn hole in her pants, her pussy glistening with amorous juices. 

Salt poutingly adjusted a strand of her vibrant green hair. “You better be worth those clothes you ruined.”

“Rrff.” Pip huffed, anticipation dripping from his voice. “Just...shut up.”

There was little fanfare. Only his grunt and her girlish moan as he took the plunge.

Salt was eating her words. He was well worth the inevitably embarrassing story behind her shirt and pants. And then some. 

The time it took for him to hilt felt closer to an eternity for all of a few moments. Her walls were clenching him up until his thrusting began. Salt hoped for a little more pause to process the sensations bombarding them both at the moment. 

Pip...didn’t see things her way.

Just as quickly as he entered, he reeled back to thrust his way back in. 

The little runt joined her on his bed, continuing to ram forward while positioning her on his lap. His meager height put him back into the tender embrace of her bosom and the opening torn into her pants gave easy access to the exposed bits of her rear. A fact that Pip was quick to capitalize on.

His mitts were magnetized to her, manually bobbing her up and down onto his lap. Salt didn’t even care that his vice grip was leaving vulpin shaped handmarks on her ass so long as he kept pounding his way into her walls.

“Uhhnn…” Her voice melted. Arms wrapped around his tiny body in an effort to draw him closer. Pip stuck to an ever-increasing rhythm, not faltering in the slightest.  “Hhh-harder!” She squealed. 

Of all the instructions his body was able to follow, hers was one he was able to perform the most optimally. 

Her bubbly rear wobbled with each loud, wet slap. She’d been to nightclubs less wild than whatever was going on with the little bundle of energy. Lips locked in an almost permanent “O” shape, Salt lost track of just how long she’d been here, sitting on his downright heavenly dick. 

She swore she felt him squeeze tighter than usual. Something pulsed down there. An intense throbbing which she thought seemed, for lack of a better word, painful. In his face - peeking just barely from her cleavage - she found a dazed fennec fox, desperately rutting his aches away with a finish just over the horizon.

It broke her heart seeing her little Pippy in such discomfort.

“Mm...yeah just a little more,” she cooed into those adorably big ears. “Almost...almost there!”

Salt felt the autonomous pistoning devolve into long, drawn-out thrusts, pushing as far into her as he could go - knocking on the door of her womb. 

He exploded not long after, insatiably pumping spurt after spurt into her deepest of spots. Salt’s entire body wracked through an orgasm that only added to the array of pleasures. It was rare that she ever climax in tandem with a partner. That only made Pip feel all the more special.

Sex-fueled highs became draining lows soon enough. Salt let herself fall onto the sheets with Pip kept firmly in her grasp. The dopey grin plastered across her face spoke a thousand words.

“Wow...Gosh, Pippy you were so...so…” Her brain exhaustively hung on that sentence, hindered by warm spunk oozing from her pussy and a heavenly afterglow that followed.

Salt frowned when he loosed himself from her grasp. She would’ve thought him to be something of a cuddler in practice but as she saw plainly from the hot, filthy lovemaking she took part in, there was more to him than at face value.

The craving gleam in his eye did seem concerning, however.

“Pippy?”

He let out a breath, heavy as she would’ve expected, yet he didn’t appear ready to be taken by fatigue. Hands grasped her shoulders, turning her over to her front and pitting her ass towards him. As Salt felt him briefly spread her cheeks apart, her brain scrambled from the implication she received. 

Surely, he wasn’t ripe for round two already.

The familiar “friend” of his sandwiched between her buttcheeks made the answer quite clear.

“Mmm,” her pussy quivered weakly, another thick glob added to the pool under her, “P-Pippy wait. Lemme catch my breaAAATH!”

Without warning, the vulpin was knocking on the door to her unused entrance. His remarkably still hardened manhood prodded until the puckered hole gave way to him.

Salt’s feeble protests dissolved into impassioned shrieks. Pip wasn’t nearly as “merciful” with her hole as he was with her pussy. Her wrists were seized from behind, pulling her into sitting on her knees while his carnal urges drove his cock further inside. 

She squealed through the pain, innards constricting around him the whole way through. Graced with this fullness once again, Salt nearly bit her lower lip clean off. Her fat, juicy cheeks rippled with every thrust. “Guhhh...A-at least...slow down!”  

It wasn’t long before she filled his ears with more sultry moans. Her body went slack, bobbing to and fro only from his grip on her arms and the pendulum he called a pelvis. Heavy tits, unhindered by the tatters that once been her shirt, bounced freely in the open. 

“Not. Finished yet.” The strain of Pip’s voice countered the raw energy exerted by the rest of his body. “You dug your grave,” he huffed. “Time to lay in it.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Less from his callous shift in tone and more due to the level of huskiness in the small nerd’s voice. Something she thought she never hear since she first laid eyes on him. Salt shuddered, stricken with delight as she eased into his size for the second time.   

Pip’s low breaths were more reminiscent of an animal in heat - perhaps the most on-point comparison. The bed shook and creaked along with his frantic motions. He held out longer than he did previously. The pulsing and throbbing conveyed one clear message: there was another eruption on its way. 

In the muggy blur of sex, Salt cried his name. Not the doting pet moniker she used to associate him better with his counterpart, but his name. His addled mind managed to register it painfully clear, like a shot of adrenaline.

Salt’s shrieks crescendoed. His climax hit her like nothing she’d experience before. Pip yanked her arms, sheathing himself as far in as he could go. The bursting spunk shooting through her walls brought her to a second climax comparable to her soul leaving her mortal coil. Her vision went white.

The very second that the tiny one’s grasp on her wavered, she collapsed. Consciousness fading in and out, Salt rode out the rest of their combined orgasm with the grace of an ostrich with its head in the dirt.

A winded Pip tore himself away from her aching backside, leaving an unplugged spill of seed to leak down, this time from both holes. Dazed eyes marveled at his handiwork, receiving a multitude of signals his brain struggled to make sense of with the alchemic solution burning through his body.

One message his body did make clear;

The hardened manhood between his legs remained unsatisfied.

--

It was an odd sign that Pepper wasn’t greeted by Pip’s grumblings when she entered their “shared” home.

No bubbling solutions nor the disheveled mumbling she’d grown used to from her maniac alternate self.

“Pip? You around?”

His place was small, and generally lacking anything keeping sound from cycling through its entirety. She heard...something as her steps followed the path to his makeshift lab. Pepper kept the mental note in the back of her mind to spruce the place up a bit. She’d been to two-star nightclubs with more atmosphere than an aging wood shack at the end of a desert.

“Hey, Sal?” Pepper’s ear found no trace of her fellow DJ either. She was already getting stir crazy, lacking at least one more lively voice to bounce off of.

The noise grew louder - some form of wet...sloshing? A sign Pip was working in his lab at least. Experience told her he was inevitably going to make a huge fuss about her “barging in and interrupting his work” anyway. Better to just rip that bandaid off.

Pepper froze in her tracks, eyes nearly bulging out from her glasses.

Pip was there alright, miraculously ignorant of her presence what with his face aimed up to the ceiling, tongue lolling from the side of his muzzle in a type of bliss she recognized.

“From experience”, she mentally corrected with a smirk.

Then her gaze lowered, spotting a quite familiar mop of green hair below him. An eyeful of Salt’s bare ass bent at the foot of his bed was the first thing Pepper was treated to. There was no mistaking what was going on from the way her head bobbed up and down onto his lap. Judging by the ropes of spooge oozing from her other openings, they’d been at it long since she’d been away.

Pip momentarily broke from his stupor, dizzily regarding the other squatter he had to deal with.

“Don’t...ask.”

Pepper raised a brow, looking almost impressed. With a devilish smirk, she shut the door behind her. 

“Well. In that case,” her top and LED bra were next to join the tattered pile of clothes littered across the floor. “Got room for one more?”