A Scandal of a Magical Sort

Chapter 7 - Getting Caught Up

Her eyes. They're pretty.

Those were the first thoughts that Mels could manage, looking down at Christi. His sight was fuzzy, there was ringing in his ears, and his limbs were numb. He was slumped over like a ragdoll. Kneeling there, he looked into her eyes.

One silver, one purple.

"Mels? Christi?"

It was muffled but he recognized Aylala's voice. Slowly Mels turned to his left to find her looking at him with her large, owl-like eyes. They're filled with worry, joy, and a hint of fear.

"Aylala?" He said weakly, heaving as he did.

"Easy Melyssi. You were gone for four hours. That means, from your perspective, you've spent about a day in Christine's mindscape. It's a lot of stress for anyone to take."

"Nevertheless, you've done beautifully," another voice said, slowly recognizing it as Mama Mizoleta's. "She's completely stable."

"So, it worked," Mels wheezed. "Wonderful. Sorry, I gotta lay down."

Immediately Aylala took Mels' head in her talons as he began to fall over. Mels' vision was fading as he laid down gingerly. The last thing that Mels saw before he blacked out was Aylala's mouth moving. He could not hear her voice, but he presumed that they were words of comfort, which were followed quickly by a motherly smile. He reciprocated as he fell into an easy sleep.

--

Christi blinked slowly as she felt claws moving smoothly along her body. When she looked up, she saw candles floating above her, slowing coming into focus. She did not move as a silver-scaled kobold came into her vision. Her kind smile came into focus, though strangely it faltered as it looked down at her.

"Strange, both her eyes are silver again," she said, her voice muffled.

"Pardon?" said another muffled voice.

That's Aylala!

Christi thought, but peculiarly, it wasn't in her voice. It sounded... ditzy.

Crystal?

Omigawd, Christi?! You know my name? Wait, how do I know your name? And who's Aylala?

A little quieter, please. I know this is strange, but we will figure it out. I think because you're still a product of corruption, my holy magic prevents us from truly joining. Whatever happened, it was slowly coming together. What happened in her mind. What Mels did.

Mels!

Melsie!

With a sudden surge of strength, she sat up and looked around her. She was sitting in a large, circular room, decorated with books and a throne of pillows and blankets. Before her, the silver kobold stood back, hands held up defensively. Christi blinked away her blurry vision, enough to recognize the bottom-heavy kobold.

"Mama?"

"Christi, are you alright?"

"Where's Mels?" Mizoleta pointed behind her, and Christi turned to Aylala, tending to a passed-out Mels.

Christi's eyes shifted purple.

"MELSIE!" Christi screamed, crawling over to him, cupping his face in her hands. His eyes "It's ok daddy, I'm here! Baby girl's here!"

"Christine!"

She looked up at Aylala, not even noticing her initially. She stared in disbelief.

"What are you saying?"

"Whaddya mean?" Christi said, tilting her head like a confused puppy.

"Aylala, look at her eyes," Mizoleta said, coming to stand next to her. "They're purple now."

Aylala's eyes shifted from Mels to Christi, looking more confused than Christi could ever remember her seeing.

"Hm? Of course, they're purple, why wouldn't they be?" she asked as if it was the most obvious question in the world. She looked back down to Mels. Melsie. "But that's not important though. Is Melsie-poo going to be okay?"

"Your breasts," Aylala stammered. "They're growing again."

She looked down and realized that for this whole time, she was topless. Just like Aylala said, her breasts were slowly inflating again like before. Confused, Christi put a finger to her lips, which were slowly plumping up as well.

Um, Christi?

Don't worry Crystal, let me handle it.

Her eyes shifted silver. And her breasts began to shrink to their size from before. "Hi, Aylala."

The owlith struggled to find worlds, shaking her head. But eventually, she found them. "What did you two do down there?"

Christi looked down at the resting Mels. It took a bit of time, but she came to understand what happened. The memory was still a bit fuzzy, but one thing stood out. She leaned down to gently kiss his forehead. She rose confidently and smiled at Aylala and Mizoleta.

"This is going to be hard to explain."

--

After a long diatribe on all she can remember from Mels' time in her head, the three of them concluded that Crystal is here to stay, and something must be done, even if she has no intention of harming her. But just to be sure, they decided on a ritual. Now wrapped in an ornamental cloak, Christi took deep, meditative breaths as she sat and crossed her legs. Amongst the dimmed candlelight, she sat in the middle of the room in the center of a glyph being drawn by Aylala. In front of her incense burned, filling her nose with a strong, herbal scent. Mizoleta explained that the mixture of herbs included the same plant that allowed Mels to enter her mind. As she breathed in the medicine, it felt as if her entire nervous system was wrapped in a weak fire, making her body warm and numb. Taking another deep breath, she looked around the room. It was only her, Aylala, and Mizoleta. They had taken Mels to another room to rest, reassuring her of his condition, but she couldn't help but worry.

His confession was as clear as ever in her head.

When Aylala finished the glyph, she came to stand behind Christi, squatting and placing her hand on her shoulders. "I know you know the spell," the owlith stated. "But if something happens, I'll be here to share its burden."

Christi thanked her and took one last look around the room. Mizoleta stood near the room, outside of the glyph. She was petting her fox pelt as she watched them.

"Take a deep breath, Christine," Aylala commanded.

Christi obeyed, working the spell in her mind, and the familiar stress of magic weighed on her. The glyph around her glowed a soft gold and began to move, weaving around her like a spider's web. They made a few cycles around her before locking into place, and a trilling whine sounded off her mind. As she looked ahead, a shadowy figure began to enter the room. Christi was scared for a moment but as the figure was revealed, she suddenly felt a bit more annoyed. It was Crystal of course, and her near-comical hourglass figure was wrapped in the same cloak.

She greeted Christi with a bounce and a wave. "Hiya Christi!" she said elatedly.

"Hey."

Crystal plopped down in front of Christi, crossing her legs as well. Despite the cloak covering her, her enormous breasts jiggled obviously beneath the fabric, hard nipples poking through.

"So, what do you wanna talk about?" she asked, unable to sit still. "Ooh, wanna talk about Melsie and his adorable ears?"

"I guess you're not worried about him then," Christi responded.

"What? Oh, of course not silly! He's like, super strong and stuff, he'll be fine after a while."

Christi sighed, letting her worry melt out of her. "I know he'll be fine. I'm not here to talk about him. We need to discuss what to do, now that you're in my mind."

"Whatcha' mean? We talk about what we talked about before! Magicky things, the House, Aylala, and Melsie. Especially Melsie." Crystal sighed wistfully at his name.

"I mean, now that we're two minds in one, we need to decide what to do so that one of us doesn't go insane."

"Oh," Crystal said, looking down sadly. "You probably want Melsie all to yourself then."

"Well, not necessarily. As far as I'm concerned, we're both Christi."

"No, we're not," Crystal said, looking up confused. "Like, I'm Crystal, and you're Christi!"

"That's not what I mean you stupid-" Christi started angrily, before letting it go. "Look, if we're going to stay together, then we're going to have to be perfectly in sync. Think the same things. You don't understand that you only came into existence since I've been corrupted, as you have my memories."

"Could you pweeaase shorten this, Christi?" Crystal whined. "You can be, like, totally boring sometimes."

"Yeah, I know," Christi said, filled with determination. "But for this to work, you're gonna have to be boring too. And a bit petty. Even prudish."

"Hmph!" Crystal grunted, crossing her arms. "Well, in that case, then you're gonna have to be more like me! Sexy, fun-"

"And a slut?"

"Totally! For Melsie!"

Christi sighed, looking down at her lap. She then smiled wickedly. "For Melsie then." She then moved to get up.

"Wait, I still have one more question!" Crystal blurted out, making Christi sit still. She then pulled up her cloak to flash her wobbling tits. "I still have, like, way bigger boobies than you. And butt, and lips. Wouldn't that cause some problems or something?"

Christi resisted sighing again, as she sat there, thinking for a moment. "Well, as long as we're in sync, I'm sure that won't be a problem. And I'm sure Melsie-poo will enjoy what we can do with them."

That excited Crystal. "You think so?"

Christi chuckled. "Oh yeah."

Crystal then crawled forward to embrace her other half. Christi paused, but then hugged her other half back, a bit embarrassed.

Their tits were pressed against one another.

Christi, giggling to himself, released the spell. As the glyph moved again, she looked down to see that Crystal had disappeared. The room came into focus once more, and she was able to relax. She once again felt Aylala's talons on her shoulders

"Are you alright Christi? Did it work?" She asked as she came to squat in front of Christi.

She giggled as she looked up with purple eyes. "Totally!" She then stood up, bouncing in place. "And now, I can do this!" She parted her cloak to reveal her topless body, and with a flourishing snap of her fingers, her body instantly inflated, becoming Crystal's incredibly curvy figure.

"Do you think Melsie-poo will like it?" she asked genuinely, shaking her breasts back and forth.

Mizoleta was speechless, and so was Aylala, though after a moment, the owlith began to burst out into laughter. She then turned to the befuddled kobold. "Don't worry, she's fine." Then, to Christi. "And yes, I think Melyssi will like it very much."

With a squee, she bounced in place, sending her bust into a frenzy of jiggles.

"You'll want to use a spell to support those, trust me," Aylala said.

Christi's eyes shifted silver. "Thanks, I know," she said with a smile. "I'm more worried about trying to lisp whenever I have these wips." She then willed her figure to deflate.

"No matter what, you two never fail to surprise me," Mizoleta said, coming to stand beside Aylala. "So what comes next, now that this debacle is solved?"

Christi's eyes turned purple. "Ooh, I know, I know! We, like, gotta go to the Veins, right?"

Aylala tilted her head, bewildered. "Yes, we do. Christine, how did you know that?"

Silver eyes again. "Well, you know how I was corrupted when Ythlan tried to corrupt you? I think whatever information you got from him also passed to me through Crystal." Purple eyes. "That's me!"

"Brilliant!" Aylala said, before looking down embarrassed. "I'm sorry, that was not the correct tone. And now that I think about it, I never got the opportunity to apologize to you." She stepped close to lightly Christi to stroke her hair. "I should have been more careful, and not play with my food, as it were. I will never do that again and from now on, I will do anything to keep you and Melyssi safe."

Silver eyes. "I forgive you, Aylala," she said softly, taking her mentor's hand in hers. "And I'll be ok."

Aylala then leaned down to place a gentle kiss on the crown of Christi's head before stepping back. "In any case, we will need to start preparing soon. The Veins are quite elusive, and the Voices of the Mountain are quite dangerous. Mizoleta, I'm hoping you can assist in perhaps acquiring whatever maps we have of-"

Purple eyes. "I'm sorry, Aylala, but, where's Melsie?" Christi asked, twirling her hair.

--

When Mels opened his eyes, he didn't want to move. He wasn't covered in anything yet was the most comfortable he had been in a while. Just like back in Kelna. He was giddy, and he softly chuckled to himself. He remembered everything from his dive into Christi's mind.

I finally told her.

Despite his body feeling as though it had the consistency of warm grits, he managed to pick up his head and look around. He was looking up at a crack in the cavern ceiling through which light was pouring into the room. Though it wasn't a room he was lying in. He found himself lying at an angle on a small island, covered in the softest, greenest moss he'd ever seen. Surrounding the island was a lazy creek, fed by a small waterfall behind him. Mels figured he was still in the well, with the Road of Whores. For a beat, he was worried about Christi's condition, but it soon left him as he recalled Aylala's assuring words. As he lay down and closed his eyes, slipping back into unconsciousness, only one question was left to be answered:

Now what?

As the ritual still left his body tired, he embraced sleep rather quickly, and so he could not say how long it had been before he heard soft moans and licks.

Opening his weary eyes, he was greeted with a wonderful sight: Christi, with luscious pink lips, licking and kissing his bare abdomen, inches away from his crotch. As he lifted his head to get a better view, he was met with large, purple eyes.

"Crysal? Er, I mean Christi? What are you doing?" His question was only half genuine with his question, enjoying her lips against his skin.

"Hehe, good morning daddy!" She squeed. "I wanted to, like, wake you up with a blowjob, but I wasn't sure if you would want that, especially since you looked so cute sleeping." Silver eyes. "So I compromised." She gave a few more sensual kisses on his stomach.

Mels propped himself up with his elbows, now fully awake. "How did you-"

"Change my eyes?" Christi finished. "Well, while you're asleep, Crystal and I came to an agreement." Purple eyes. "And now we're like, two Christi's in one! Whenever I wanna be smart and boring, I'll be Christi!" Silver eyes. "And when I want to be your cocksucking whore, I'll be Crystal. But most importantly, they're both me."

Mels nodded slowly in agreement, now more fascinated than aroused by the woman before him. The memory of the Reconciliation was still fuzzy, but he remembered bits and pieces of their conversation. He told himself that no matter what form or eyes the woman in front of him took, this WAS Christi. It would take a bit more convincing for him to fully believe that she had always been like this, but for Christi, he would make his best effort.

"Speaking of which," Christi said, interrupting his thoughts as she caressed his growing erection through his pants. Then her eyes shifted purple. "May I have a taste, daddy?"

Mels smiled as he sat up a bit more. If Christi wants the stud of Kelna, he thought. Then that's what she'll get.

"Of course, baby," he said slyly.

"Yaay! Thank you!" She exclaimed. Before his eyes, her tits instantly inflated, settling at the bigger-than-her-head size that he recognized on Crystal. She giggled at his bewilderment as she knelt between his legs in her signature pose, her large ass wiggling in the air behind her. With both hands, she pulled his pants down to his thighs. Without hesitation she began to lick and kiss his cock as it got more and more erect, moaning softly as she does. In no time at all his dick was as hard as a rock, and Christi, taking a moment to lovingly watch it twitch, goes to engulf his tip. She stopped, however, her plump lips hovering just above his cockhead, and her eyes shift silver.

"Oh, I just remembered," she said with a smirk. "Aylala told me to get you caught up with our plan to find Lady Evette."

"Who?" Mels asked, a bit frustrated at her teasing.

"The noble from Erasoris, who's missing?" Christi said. She then playfully tapped her chin as if in deep thought. "Actually, let me explain in a way you'll like." Her eyes then shifted purple.

She then took half of his eight-inch cock in her mouth in a blink of an eye, causing Mels to groan. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue working on the underside of his cock. As his pleasure built, he reached out to grab at her head, but Christi held up her hand to stop him. She stopped her bobbing as she tried to talk with his cock in her mouth.

Mels couldn't help but chuckle. "Pardon?"

With a muffled "Oh!" Christi lifted her head off his cock. "Sorry Melsie! I meant to say that the noble's name is Evette. And she was-" she then interrupted herself to suck on his cock, pushing her lips against the base. She stayed there for a few moments, sticking her tongue out to lick at his balls, before releasing his cock again. "She was taken by the Voices of the Mountain."

"Who?"

"They're this totally scary cult who-" She sucks on the head of his cock, moaning as she tastes his pre. "Who like, wants to wake a sleeping god that's underground. It's super cweepy." She gives some kisses to each of his balls, pulling on his scrotum with her lips. "And they, like, have these caves called the Veins-" She takes a few long licks from the base of his erection to his tip. "And they want to expand it and stuff, so they made a deal with um a demon named Agga... Aggath... um." She made an adorable apologetic look before deepthroating his cock was more. She went longer this time, making sure to drag her lips up and down his shaft as if it would help her think.

Mels, during this whole explanation, laid back and enjoyed her ministrations, groaning from the pleasure. He again went to place his hand on her head, and this time, she let him as he pushed her all the way down to her crotch. He held her there for several seconds as she gagged and sputtered and his pleasure grew. He was debating whether or not to keep her there until he climaxed, but Christi made up his mind for him as she tapped his wrist. He let go of her head and she let go of his erection with a wet pop.

Instead of continuing her explanation, she instead crawled forward to look straight into his eyes, as her own shifted silver.

"I have a better idea for you to help me remember," she said, grinning widely. Before Mels could ask anything, she turned around and placed her pressed her pussy against his mouth, encasing his head in the abundant, bouncy flesh of her rump. With a few playful wiggles, she ground his head into the ground, running her pussy lips against his mouth, gasping and moaning all the while. After finding a good rhythm, with Mels placing his hands on her thighs, she used magic to flick his pants all the way off of his legs and leaned down onto his crotch. She then proceeded to wrap her enormous tits around his erect cock, leaving enough of the tip poking through for her to kiss and suck on.

Mels moaned into her pussy, but not to be outdone, doubled his efforts, and focused on her clit, holding onto her thighs to keep her still. Christi responded with squeaks and her own effort to pump her tits up and down his cock. They were locked in competition, determined to make the other cum first, and despite the building pressure in his crotch, Mels felt his mouth get wetter and wetter, suspecting he was close. He decided he would bring her over the edge by sticking his tongue past her folds, taking her entire pussy and clit into his mouth. Though the sound around him was muffed thanks to her ass, he managed to hear her moans and gasps, and based on her squirming, she was on the edge. Not caring about making his tongue and mouth sore, he went all in. And she shrieked loud enough to hear.