Diary of a Teenaged Mimic

Dear Diary,

Wow.

Yeah, the past two days have been a bit of a... not a roller coaster, not really. I can't remember a single down moment. Even with Saffron channeling her inner gremlin at the perfect moment at least once a day, meaning the moment when if I'd been crashing or depressed or even fuckin' manic I would have lost my shit, it only added that little bit of spice to the pure confection that our wedding day and night were.

'Cause yeah, dangling 'you sure you don't want to put a bun in this oven too' in front of me, then yoinking it away to run away laughing like a maniac has the same energy of somebody offering up the last slice of birthday cake, then cramming the whole thing into their mouth the moment I reach for it. I guess maybe if I hadn't just stuffed an entire cake's worth of buns in my Murder Mittens' oven, I might have felt some kind of way. I mean, maybe not, because holy fuck on toast that was hot to watch. I mean, just the idea of it filled my pencil with lead overflowing, but watching it elevated that shit to the next level.

Also, confirmation, boy mode me also enjoys kissing boys. I don't think we've done that before. Honestly, I'm not sure I've actually kissed Saffron as a guy before. I mean, with her as a guy. We've always been a little too focused on rearranging my supposed internal organs to just, y'know, neck. We did that for a while yesterday, once Saffron confirmed that, according to that belly henna stuff, Saffron did in fact get the job done with a single shot. I think he got a little cranky when Siobhan demurred any further such activity, but then he'd had to roll her over to check, which meant she got a good look at him, and even though she agreed that Saffron is, in fact, the most beautiful man she'd ever laid eyes on, Darling is still not into guys.

I mean, technically she's not interested in having guys getting into her. I'm pretty sure she was absolutely riding just the right kind of euphoric wave with her mouth utterly focused on and occupied by her newest Mistress that she didn't really care who was doing what to the other end, since she couldn't see what was going on, just feel it, and Saffron in any form is top grade tactile candy. She was still riding high enough that she literally stuck her tongue out and said, "blech," when Saffron made his offer though.

I'm not sure if that's weird or not. The fact that I think of her as him when he's like that. I mean, maybe it's a holdover from the whole 'mustn't get with the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on' thing. Because apologies to Keanu, but given a forced choice between both of them, I'd be going for Saffron even if we weren't married. Of course, with Saffron and I in the same room, I'm really not sure who's gonna force that choice, because I would totally do an Oliver to somebody to get Saffron and Keanu to Eiffel Tower me.

Okay, no, I wouldn't, because that would be wrong. It wouldn't be 'sketchy' or 'shady', it would just be plain wrong. But shit that is 'shady' or 'sketchy' is absolutely on the table for that. Shit, I know Siobhan can shapeshift. I wonder if I can get her a picture and have her fill in for the man of my adolescent fantasies. Probably not, because she's clearly not into the juxtaposition of her, sex, and guys. On the other hand, we haven't actually asked her if she'd be interested in having sex as a guy. That could be fun.

Not today though. After confirming that our new Wife and our Concubine both had their 'occupied' lights lit up, the three of us gently arranged Marie so her floppy floppy legs didn't interfere with her resting. Then Siobhan insisted on doing some really fancy Healing, where she made sure none of Marie's blood vessels had sprung a leak. Apparently there are a whole shit ton of super specialized Healing Shapes that use a tiny fraction of the Mana of Heal Injury, but only heal, like, one really specific thing. I guess that's for folks who need to do one specific thing a whole lot to keep somebody alive, so they can recover enough Mana to fix the next thing, and so on.

Marie bitched until I told her I wasn't gonna be doing the horizontal mambo with somebody whose legs had gone gangrenous. Then she just pouted, because Saffron reiterated that Sparagmos while pregnant was discommended. Like, 'you will wake up sans proto-kittens at sunrise' discommended. At which point Marie just folded her arms and pouted. Not sure what that was about. Didn't ask her then either, because Saffron pulled me away, definitely still feeling some kinda way about not getting to go a second round with Siobhan. Don't get me wrong, he wasn't super overt about it. I'm not sure she even realized, because Saffron was at his smoothest, and totally backed her up without thinking about it about Marie's medical care, but I picked up on it.

Might have been both of us fully in boy-mode. Then again, I'm pretty sure that's the only reason he got grumpy in the first place. I blame the twig and berries, but the shapeshift might have some kind of testosterone shot to the brain or something. Not sure, but because I realized he felt some kind of way, and also because holy fuck that man is hot, I pulled him down to the end of the bed, where he was just the right height for kissing when I sat there, and necked for... fuck, I dunno. A while. Not until sunset, because I felt the sun go down while I was doing the same. Yeah, when we swapped positions it turned out the end of the bed was just the right height for me to discover that apparently I have a little bit of a gag reflex as a guy. Not a deal breaker. In fact, I think he kinda liked it? Couldn't be certain, I had my eyes closed. Fuck it, not like breathing is actually important for me. Weirdest thing had to be the jewelry though. Auto-resizing ring auto-resizes. Had to be careful not to chip a tooth on that shit.

Maybe an hour after sunset Siobhan had finished making sure Marie wouldn't lose her legs to sepsis, and that the bones would heal properly. By then she was a little bit ragged, and Saffron barely had the juice to put a moving Ward on Marie to keep everything below her waist motionless relative to everything above her waist. At Marie's insistence, she went to sleep with one of my little ladies under each arm, and me splayed out over her like a blanket. Girl me. I'm not sure exactly why, but I'm physically more comfortable that way. Like, I could sleep as a guy, I guess, but... why? I like sleeping on my stomach, and not to ask stupid questions, but where would I put it?

Dreamt of all my ladies except Marie feeding bits of dream ladies to my Murder Mittens. Okay, I definitely got into that as well by mid-sleep. Weirdest thing was seeing her belly glowing in the dream.

We all slept late. Like, woke up at noon late. I think Siobhan and Saffron both got up at some point to hit the bathroom, because neither one was doing the pee pee dance when they woke up.

"Good Morning, Wife," Saffron crawled up to give a smiling Marie a long, slow, gentle kiss as Marie's purr rumbled through me. When the two of them separated quite a while later, Siobhan took Saffron's place.

"Good Morning, Mistress." The two of them spent the kind of time kissing that's only possible when neither partner needs to breathe. At one point I glanced over to see Saffron watching them with the same kind of giddy glee that I felt on my own face.

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Eventually, quite a while later, they slipped apart to lay there nose to nose. After a moment or three, Marie's nose crinkled as she grinned and said, "Concubine Mine."

Siobhan just kinda melted off of her, first giggling, then rolling over to lay spread eagle on the side of the bed we hadn't slept on the night before. I mean, I'd say 'hadn't used', but we'd definitely used the whole thing. The mattress desperately needed repairs. The sheets were a lost cause. The pillows were all okay from a 'all in one piece' standpoint, but half of them practically defined the word 'sweat soaked'. I think we'd used them to help with some of the positions. Okay, mostly that really nice trio one we'd gone through so many fuckin' variations on.

At that point my cheeks ached a little from smiling. Not so much that I didn't respond to Marie's whispered, "Vlickies, Come."

"So forward," was all I got out before our lips met. Long. Sweet. Tongues got involved, but as another gentle way to caress lips, not as invading forces. By the time we finished, my tongue and lips still ached, though. Not a lot. Just... enough. Good aching. I looked over to see Saffron still kissing Siobhan.

Marie and I watched them until Saffron raised her head. "I'm sorry I got a bit... insistent yesterday."

Siobhan laughed. "Insistent? You asked like three times, just to be sure."

Saffron shook her head. "I mean after. I..."

Siobhan cut her off by slipping her fingers around behind her and pulling her down for another kiss. Okay, pulling herself up, because Saffron is definitely the Stronger of the two despite being six inches shorter. I think the only thing that split them apart so quickly that time was Siobhan's arms getting tired from holding her up. "You may have felt insistent. Maybe you did. But you accepted my demurral with good grace, even though it would absolutely have been your right to insist."

"No. No, Darling. I don't even think it was right of me to ask. You've made your position on that very clear."

"Have I, though? You don't seem to understand it." At Saffron's confused look, Siobhan said, "shift, please." A moment later he loomed over her. I mean, he wasn't looming any more than Saffron had been, but Siobhan tensed up just the slightest bit anyhow. I'm not sure she even realized she did, because she said, "would you like to?" Saffron nodded, her whole body rigid. "I Consent. Go ahead."

Without moving anything but his mouth, he said, "but would you enjoy it?"

Siobhan frowned in thought. "Probably. Eventually. You're quite Skilled, after all."

He pushed himself off of her, trying to find a comfortable position to sit. I'd never really thought about that from a guy's perspective before. I mean, I still wasn't thinking of it from as much of a guy's perspective as I could have, but in this case I was actually thinking about how awkward that must be, rather than just laughing about how awkward it looked. "You don't want it, though."

Siobhan laughed softly. "I want my Mistresses to be happy. To be physically satisfied. To feel accepted and loved."

She held out her arms, and he lay back down, settling his head on her breasts. Which put him in a pretty bad position for doing anything else. She put her arms around him and hugged him. "I feel loved right now. And accepted. And happy."

"Are you satisfied thought?"

Saffron twisted to the side, lay a hand on the still glowing sigil on Siobhan's belly, and said, "I am surprisingly satisfied right now."

"Physically? Satisfied?"

I nudged Marie and quietly murmured, "should I?"

Her equally quiet murmur came back immediately. "Do it."

I rolled over next to the two of them, sliding my arm under Siobhan's neck and snuggling up next to her. "First of all, you're not the only person who can satisfy somebody here." I tugged at Saffron, and he grudgingly slipped over to me. "Gently. Please."

"Gently? Who are you and what have you done with Tabitha?"

I chuckled, then held up a finger before turning to Siobhan. "Do you enjoy watching the two of us like this?"

She thought a moment, then nodded. "I enjoy seeing the women I love enjoying themselves. Don't you?"

My inner chaos gremlin pumped its fist in triumph, but outwardly I gave no sign. "Darling, your title is Concubine, but you are under no obligation to perform for us."

"As I said, I want to see the women I love satisfied."

Another fist pump for the gremlin, and I think something must have shown through, because I definitely felt Saffron's interest at that point. "Okay. Marie? Can you see okay?"

"Yes, Dear."

My gaze never leaving Siobhan's eyes, my fingers interlacing with hers, I said, "okay, you love seeing us happy, seeing us satisfied? Even when we're like Saffron is now?"

"Yes. Yes, I do."

I smiled at her. "Okay then. See." I turned to Saffron. "Satisfy yourself."

"Gently?"

I chuckled. "I had enough rough yesterday. It's been a long time since gently. So..." I sighed. "I'd really like that. But our Darling wants to see you satisfied. Like this. So... whatever it takes. As rough as you need to be to be satisfied."

It turned out he didn't need to be rough at all, and Siobhan got to see us both satisfied. I mean, it took a while. Quite a while. Phileo Heroic Endurance for the win. When we finished, he brushed his lips across mine and I turned to Siobhan. "So? Are you satisfied, Darling?"

Her jaw dropped open just a little. "Tabitha!"

I laughed. "Did you like what you saw?"

"Yes. Very much."

"Saffron," I nodded for him to move back to Siobhan, who blinked as Saffron held himself above her. "Girl, you big nerd." She held herself above Siobhan, who kind of melted. "Everyone on this bed just saw that reaction, Siobhan."

"So?"

"So someday if it's life or death, or you want to get pregnant again and want to see his O face as he does it, or for whatever reason you actually want a guy to take you so you can't deny it's happening, even the slightest bit? Sure. One of us will gladly oblige, or do whatever it takes to facilitate if it's some other guy. But for right now, where we're all safe and warm and happy and you really want those magnificent breasts brushing against yours while she's in you? Don't force yourself into things." I grinned up at Saffron. "I think I heard our Darling imply she wasn't satisfied. Can you fix that for us?"

Siobhan looked over at me, her eyes shining. "It's like you want me to act more like a Wife or a lover than a Concubine."

From behind me Marie laughed out, "Duh, Darling."

Still somehow squirming about us caring about her as much as each other, she said, "but... what if I'm trying to expand my personal boundaries? To stretch myself?" I looked up at Saffron, and saw my own inner chaos reflected in her eyes as she grinned evilly down at Siobhan, whose eyes popped out just a bit. "That's... a lot."

"Did you forget how well I can control my shapeshifting?" purred Saffron.

When they finished, I scooched them both back over until Marie could pull herself up on her side to spoon behind me. I pulled Siobhan back to me, and Saffron settled in as our littlest spoon. I leaned over and first nibbled on, then whispered in Siobhan's ear.

"Now you owe us an apology, Sister Siobhan Darling."

She stiffened a little, but as much in confusion as surprise or upset. "But... why? I... I don't understand."

"Are we your Mistresses?"

"Yes, of course," almost as if she wasn't thinking about doing it, she lifted a hand to stroke her collar.

"Are we your women?"

"I... I... Yes?" The word drifted out of her mouth filled with wonder.

"You love us as much as we love you?"

"Yes!"

"All three of us? Women?"

She understood my question and answered, "yes. Yes, you all are, even so different to one another. Even if you may look quite masculine at times."

"Unpleasantly so?" Asked Saffron.

"Not to my tastes. But not unpleasant to look upon."

I reached up to stroke her cheek. "So you liked watching the woman you're holding satisfy me, before she did the same for you?"

"Oh, yes. Very much."

"So," I couldn't help it, a tiny giggle escaped as my chaos gremlin's trap sprang shut. As I lowered my hand to stroke the glowing sigil on her belly "A woman loved you intensely enough, expressed it physically fervently enough," in the mirror I watched her head turn toward me, her jaw dropping open in disbelief. "To get you very thoroughly pregnant?"