“I should probably go,” Rama said, her arms crossed, head down and eyes averted. I couldn’t help but wonder if everyone was secretly this full of doubts and insecurities, or if it was just the women I slowly seemed to be surrounding myself with. I was trying to figure out how to approach this. On the one hand, Rama seemed to be in a vulnerable place, and I didn’t want to push her in a direction that would cause her to spiral. On the other hand, I had a lot of pent-up energy, and she was the deliberately-abrasive-but-flirty type. I flicked one of her horns. The little ‘thunk’ sound was as satisfying for me as it was surprising for her. “Ye-ow!” she exclaimed, reaching up, clearly more out of surprise than anything. 

“Whatever you think we were talking about, you’re wrong,” I said. Rama looked at me the way I’d seen confused pups do, not really frowning but cocking her head sideways like the slight change in angle might help her understand. It was hard to imagine feeling as intimidated by the woman as I had been when we first met. 

“It’s hard to ignore people glancing at me, darling,” she said, the fragility in her voice masked only slightly by her veil of confidence. “Especially when they approach me as… determined as the two of you do. I’ve talked to world leaders less poised than you two were just a second ago.” Madeline and I looked at each other for a moment, and then both broke out in smiles and soft giggles. 

“I’ll take it as a compliment, Rama,” Madeline said, “but it’s nothing quite so… official.” She smiled and squeezed my hand. “We did want to talk to you, but not about kicking you out.” Rama’s eyebrows went up, and for a moment she seemed to try and put her hands in pockets it took her a moment to realize weren’t there. It was a delightfully humanizing experience, and she smirked at me when she saw that I’d noticed. 

“We’ve been talking about you,” I confessed, “but I think it’s not exactly…” I turned to Madeline. “We really should have prepared something, huh?” Madeline nodded sheepishly. “Anyway, Madeline and I are very happy together,” I said, and turned on the coffee maker. I needed to have something to do with my hands to help me think. Rama nodded. “But even at the start of our relationship, we… gave each other some space,” I said, measuring the coffee into the filter carefully. Forgive a girl for being particular. “It was important that we… well…” I grinned at Madeline with my tongue between my teeth. “That I didn’t rely on Madeline for happiness.” Turning the machine on, I just listened to the bubbling of boiling water for a moment, then turned around. 

“This is going somewhere,” Madeline said to Rama, who looked politely confused. “The windup is kind of necessary.” I nodded in confirmation. 

“The point is,” I said, “I want Madeline and I to be happy. Together, sure, but as individuals, too. And that means that, if Madeline would feel just as happy in a relationship that isn’t with me, as long as it doesn’t hurt her relationship with me, then that’s something I would…” I took a moment to find just the right word as Rama’s eyes slowly widened with understanding. “Encourage,” I finished. Rama stared at me, her mouth open, and then slowly turned to Madeline. 

“But do you…” she asked softly, with a kind of soft trepidation, like she was too scared to ask the question for fear of the answer. 

“Yeah,” Madeline said, rolling her eyes slightly, “we went through all this setup to let you know that I’m not interested in dating you.” She looked at me, an unspoken question in her eyes, and I nodded. Closing the distance, she took Rama’s hands in her own. “It’s been… a long time, Rama, and clearly we’ve both changed since then.” They looked each other in the eyes and I felt something in my chest. 

It was a strange feeling, something I’d never really experienced before. I had expected a sense of jealousy, that ‘no, mine’-response, but it didn’t come. Instead, I saw Rama’s eyes light up, and what I felt was a kind of joy that was new, like second-hand delight. Seeing Madeline’s smile widen as Rama nodded, clearly overwhelmed from the avalanche of different emotions, I realized that tears had started to form in my eyes. For a moment I wondered if I was feeling their happiness, that I was picking up on their feelings of joy at getting to be together, and then, with a slight shock, I came to realize that they were entirely my own. Seeing the two of them happy was just… making me happy. No succubus magic. Just me.

Madeline looked at me and immediately, concern swept over her face and I shook my head with a smile as I felt myself softly crying. “I’m fine, love,” I said. “Overwhelmed. With good feelings.” I bit my lip as I looked at the two of them. She’d turned to me, letting go of one of Rama’s hands, ready to console me if necessary. There was no need. “You two just both looked so happy for a moment…” I sighed. “It’s like when you watch a video of like… a really good kitten.”

“Excuse me?” Rama said with a laugh. 

“You know. When it’s so sweet it takes your breath away and it overwhelms you and you can’t help but smile and cry. You know. Like that,” I said. I finally poured myself a cup of coffee and let the warmth and smell of it ground me a bit. “Do you two want a moment to talk things through? I don’t want you to feel stared at. I think I’m gonna check on Mona actually. But just know that I just…” I scurried closer and kissed Madeline on the cheek. “I’m more than okay. I love you.”

“I love you too,” she said. “Take your time with Mona. And if there’s something there too…” She leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I want to hear all about it.”

“Yes’m,” I mumbled happily. As I walked away and shot them another glance I saw that the two of them had sat down at the table and I could overhear Rama. 

“You’re one lucky woman,” Rama said, not softly enough, and I couldn’t help but smile to myself. 

“I know,” Madeline said, and my smile grew wider. If things really worked out, and communication kept up… a part of me was almost gleefully excited to see where things went from here. This house had already been a place of happiness, joy, love and, well, passion. But the thought of there being more of it was more than a little exciting. Speaking of which, it was time for me to confront some ‘more’ of my own. 

Almost kissing Mona had been a moment of weakness on my part, a way to express my feelings in an unhealthy way. But that didn’t mean that my attraction wasn’t real. Mona had been an old friend of mine, and we’d had a lot in common. Even before she’d been… thrust… into a body that aligned with her identity, she’d been attractive in that gentle honest kind of way. Now she was full of euphoria and confidence and she really was very pretty now, and she had ripped straight through her jeans, and I was trying really hard not to think too hard about that. 

But I did want to be there for her. I remembered what it was like for me at first, although I doubted she’d be as sensitive as I’d been. She was (by all appearances and accounts) a normal human being, so there would be no sensitive horns, no picking up of other people’s fantasies, and probably no hyperactive sex-drive. Probably. I gently knocked on the bathroom door and quickly got a response from Mona as she opened the door. 

If happiness, euphoria had a face, it was in front of me. A headful of thick, brown hair framed a face cute as a button. It wasn’t that dissimilar from what it had looked like, just a little fat in different places, a frown from years of glances in the mirror suddenly wiped smooth, lips a little more full. But it was the smile, and how it went all the way up to her eyes, that really caught me off guard. It shouldn’t have, but that didn’t stop it from doing so anyway. She was completely disarming, completely wonderful, and it took my breath away. 

“H-how are you feeling?” I managed to get out. She practically bounced, making it fairly obvious she was wearing only an oversized men’s shirt. I kept my eyes fixed on hers, so as not to stare in an overtly inappropriate way. 

“I feel… wonderful, Evelyne,” she said softly. Her voice was low, but, it seemed, by choice. She no longer had the larynx ravaged by testosterone she’d had before, and the way her face lit up when she spoke told me she clearly delighted hearing it. “I feel… real? Does that make sense?” I nodded. 

“It makes a lot of sense. Do you want to sit… uh…” I looked down. “Do you want pants?” I found it really hard to pull my gaze away from her thighs. She did look very soft, and I’d always had a particular weakness to a woman in an oversized shirt with bare legs. When I finally forced myself to look at her, she was clearly blushing. “I’m sorry, I just… you’re very exposed, and you’re gorgeous, and I just couldn’t help…” I petered off, and felt my face heating up too. 

“Thank you!” she finally said with a happy bounce. “I feel pretty and I don’t know how to deal and I think you’re really beautiful too, and so is Rama, and oh my god she kissed me, and you…” She stopped talking when she realized she was rambling. Clearly, suddenly feeling like herself had opened the floodgates. It was good to see her this comfortable, so happy. Then like a fourteen-wheeler crashing through the wall, I saw myself in her mind, jumping up and wrapping herself around me for a deep, passionate kiss in what was, all things considered, a very innocent fantasy. I was going to have to explain that one to her some time soon. First, pants. I hurried over to the bedroom to grab her a pair of sweatpants. When I came back, she was sitting on the couch, idly looking at her legs, occasionally poking them to see if they really were as soft as they looked. Even from where I was standing, I could confirm that they definitely were. 

“Here you go,” I said, and she quickly jumped into them. “Now, I know you’re feeling a lot of things right now, but I did want to make absolutely sure you’re okay.” I sat down next to her and she immediately wrapped her arms around me in a hug. I giggled at her enthusiasm. 

“I’m more than okay, Evelyne,” she said, unwittingly repeating my own sentiments from earlier. She looked over at the kitchen, where Rama and Evelyn were talking a lot more heartily than before, seemingly reminiscing about something or other, and once again that pang of adoration, for my amazing Madeline and for the love and happiness she had to give. “Is everything okay? Between all of you?” 

I nodded. “Yeah, Madeline and I had a talk. We’re both agreeing on… shoot, what’s the term. Well, regardless, not monogamy. Lots of talking, and nobody gets hurt. We’re more important than relationships, that kind of thing. But yeah, they’re going to try dating.”

“And you seem cool with that.” It wasn’t a question. Mona seemed more than happy to accept my explanation. “Do you think… Rama would want to kiss again some time?” I looked over at her with a little smirk. If her fantasies had been radioactive, I would’ve been stone dead. They were spiking off of her in quick flashes. Myself. Rama. Kissing. More. This girl was clearly overcome with a lot of emotions right now. 

“I don’t see why she wouldn’t, Mona,” I said with a wink. “Who wouldn’t?” She grew bright red, grabbed my face, and kissed me, then pulled away. 

“Sorry!” she mumbled. “I just… did I misunderstand? I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to…” I just looked at her in shock. I just hadn’t expected her to act on her fantasies just like that. I turned to the kitchen, where Madeline and Rama were both looking at us. Madeline and I made eye contact, and after a second, both of us broke out in laughter. After a moment, Rama joined in too, and I spent a good minute taken over by genuine, belly-shaking laughter. I had to catch my breath and then finally put my hand on Mona’s head. 

“No,” I said, “you’re entirely fine. You’ve got nothing to apologize for.” 

Well, interesting was clearly going to be the least of it.

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