This is the first part of what could be several stories where non-binary lesbian March and their co-experimenter, a vagina-owning trans woman named Autumn, engage in magickal experiments in a vaguely late 19th century European setting.

The Case of the Phantom Gock, by Abigail Boudoir

March is a non-binary lesbian, who is somewhere around thirty. Her fearless assistant, Autumn, is a vagina owning trans woman, a little bit younger than March. Together, they attempt to unlock the secrets of magic. On this Friday October the 13^th, a mysterious package arrives with a letter “Dearest March

Enclosed is an elixir of feminine vigor and vitality. Dido told me you had turned Autumn into your pet. Enjoy!

Yours,

Vera

The delicately blown glass bottle had a phallic design, with the head forming the cap. A label with tight, handwritten scrawl described the purposes of the elixir. March swallowed deep and smirked. Once again poor Autumn would serve their magical experiments well. But how would it work with a woman who had received the vaginal blessing? March delicately stroked the head of the bottle. But in between the planning! March was perpetually busy with the shop, curing ass warts and colds while awaiting excitement. Her assistant continued her coltish waltz, always nearly, but not quite bumping into the walls. It was always endearing, especially when the maiden’s glasses were awry. Gradually, March prepared their cellar laboratory for a rather more sensual experience. Gone were the tell-tale herbs, in were comfortable furniture and the sensual lighting. Finally, the preparations were complete and March licked their lips. As a part of their partnership, Autumn and March had sex on a regular basis because nothing channeled magic better than holy union. In the laboratory, March eyed their appearance in the full-body mirror. They were of medium height, with raven black hair wrapped in coils that dangled down their head. Their body was thick and plug shaped, with large muscles and larger breasts. The robes of their order were dark and long and veiled the mage’s assets not at all. Finally, their figure concluded with feminine hips and an already moist vulva. They smirked and at that moment, Autumn emerged from the restroom, wearing her usual ritual gown. While she clearly knew something was up, she had no idea what she was in store for. The silly pet. She ambled towards her superior and joined March. There was no need for words. Not when she had implanted a collar that read the poor pet’s neurons. And because of their training, March could project a limited telepathy into their pet. So really, there were was no need for words. They sauntered to the lounge adjacent to the laboratory. On a tray were drinks. Her assistant would be drinking absinthe but March stuck to reds. Their pet’s movements resembled a doe, drawing straight into a trap. As their pet settled in, March applied the restraints, keeping their pet stuck in lavish comfort. As the mage stepped towards their lab, Autumn was forced to sit tight. March gracefully pulled the penile puree out of their pocket, opening the vial. With the aid of a pipette, they drew the pink fluid into the absinthe. It smelled of rosewater and left a phallic trail of bubbles on the surface of the alcohol. With a quick stir from the nearby whisk, they had their experiment ready. The predatory grin on March revealed their intent as they walked with their hips swaying wide, carefully carrying the spiked absinthe. Autumn of course knew that something was in her drink, but precisely what she did not know. So March sat the glass on a small table near her prey and admired their handiwork. A plaything, ready for their enjoyment. March kissed their experimenter on the lips, dated in for a bit of tongue and grabbed the wine. Autumn prepared her throat muscles to prepare for her partner’s serum. The smell of rosewater filled the air as the absinthe burned its way down her throat, mixed with something else, something odd. The weight of the substance in her belly pushed against her nether regions. Curious. March watched as their toy slumped into trance. Clearly it was already having an effect. March pinned down the general gist, but not the specific timeline of this. Suddenly, a whooshing caused the lights to flutter and a loud bang could be heard in the distance. March looked as their submissive started to twitch and vibrate. Her willowy form dangled on a wire and in particular, her vulva and breasts stirred. As Autumn began to wake up, the pressure was intense. Odd thought waves were attempting to push through the bridge. Odd because the thoughts were of a profoundly phallic nature. Breeding thoughts. Suddenly Autumn’s clit began to swell and engorge. At first, it proceeded slowly and made the test subject writhe, as if being accosted with a feather duster. With that, an idea popped into March’s head. This was clearly spectral in nature. What sort of magickal possibilities could be pursued with such a chance? Perhaps it was wrong on some level to commune with their test subject’s ghostly lady lance, but good mages did not leave chances to learn to waste. So March took it. Not that Autumn would have minded. But Autumn was too busy being possessed by her phantom phallus to care. The ritual had been well timed and March’s hands dived to a small protrusion the color of ivory and the texture of fresh snow. March’s left hand went straight for this elevated nub. As son as they did so, their subject struggled out of their restraints more fiercely than ever, although to no avail. March continued to explore the new member. It was wet to the touch and seemed to self lubricate. March took a pinch between their fingers and squeezed. This sent Autumn convulsing in pleasure and the lanky trans woman’s legs flexed and nearly hit March. With that, the bump swelled and trembled before emerging. So that’s how the serum worked.

March decided that trials had progressed somewhat and hauled a nearby piece of laboratory equipment over, a wonderfully padded couch that held March right up to the level of Autumn’s vulva. It had taken a great deal of time and effort to produce, with innumerable horse trades and gambles to obtain the magickal elements, but the result was special. A couch that turned the warmth of aa lover into small vibrations, little violas in the music of love. As March hauled the erotic furniture over, Autumn trembled, as if she knew what was about to occur. With a snap, the Mage managed to make a carafe of water appear, from no where. Before diving into her experiment, the Mage skillfully downed half the water without spilling too much of it on the couch. Fluids served as a catalyst for more potent vibrations. As they positioned themselves, the conditioned body of their co-experimenter became aroused and began to smell of lavender. This too served as a catalyst in March’s brain. They wanted to ravish this flower, to take her to the limits of science and probe her as far as she’d go. They darted forth, bringing their face closer to their lover’s vulva. They took a long whiff and approved. This was going to be enjoyable. March decided that focusing on the budding was perhaps unwise and went for the mound. Autumn’s back arched as soon as her lover’s tongue met her mound, it was so close to the new sensations. She needed her clit sucked off, all must be in service of that goal, or so said a voice in the back of her head. As that was what she wanted anyway, Autumn decided to listen to that voice. Her lover’s tongue slowly traced its way round her vulva, starting at her mound and then descending, descending. As Autumn’s arch buzzed with joy, her brain ceased functioning and began sinking. The voice did not however. Quite the contrary, it was more insistent than ever. She sunk deeper and deeper as March’s tongue slowly scanned its way down her body, methodically tasting all before it. The sheer pleasure was making it harder to resist the voice that was merely saying what she knew what she wanted. The tongue reached the entrance and Autumn’s mind raced. Penetration of any sort would be special. As March’s tongue forced its way deeper into Autumn’s vagina, Autumn’s muscles took over and she started humping March’s face. This made March pause for a moment, before the sound of latex gloves alerted the remnants of Autumn’s mind to what was about to come. Her vagina certainly knew. Autumn was more wet than ever, self-lubricating at the thought of fingering. Just for safety, March thrust their fingers inside Autumn’s mouth and their sub willingly started sucking. Poor little test subject was so aroused she willingly humiliated herself. After a short, through pumping session, the fingers were lubricated enough to dive in. With their pointer and pinkie serving as anchors on Autumn’s walls, the battering ram of March’s fingers slammed into the wet canal and easily parted the folds. Autumn collapsed into her restraints and settled on the fingers as her means of supporting her body. March stopped their fingers a few centimeters in, pausing as if awaiting a signal. Autumn’s body slid down onto the fingers, as if on momentum. Autumn started desperately humping the offered instruments and the sheer pleasure on her p-spot nearly overwhelmed her. As important as getting her clit off was, Autumn needed to have one orgasm under her control, at least this time. She fucked herself on her lover’s body, rubbing back and forth just past her entrance, stimulating the nerves, building up the floral wetness. The batterer had turned into the temporarily vanquished, Autumn used all her pelvic strength to squeeze their fingers, drawing them deeper and deeper in. Finally, after the rest of the fingers got drawn in by the vaginal tide, Autumn felt full. What a lovely sensation. She would need to take a note of this. Finally she drew the hand inside her and was brought to the edge. At this, March finally regained control. The goal remained the same. They shoved their arm forward, pushing into the warm canal. The tidal wave of displaced wetness rushed out of her canal, past her lover’s fingers and onto the couch. The vibrations grew far more intense, as if the couch was groping March, seemingly vibrating more strongly around their breasts. This practically immobilized March, so Autumn surrendered to the voice and took matters into her own hands. The experiment must go on.

As March adjusted Autumn’s straps, they smiled. A large, swollen cock waiting for them. March suspected this was impermanent but they were going to use this. They adjusted their robes and removed their silky, lacy panties. Now that they were nice and soaked, they would serve to tighten the hold they had over Autumn’s mind. With a firm motion, March forced their soaked panties into Autumn’s mouth, ensuring the most soaked parts where right under her nose. After this gesture of dominance, they inspected their prey. Arms and legs restrained, her tasty vulva spread wide, the phantom gock glistening in the moonlight. As March hovered over their quarry as though they were a shrike, they urged their lover to calm herself. This experiment would produce a great deal of knowledge, and by the Goddess March was determined to give their pet what she wanted. With their bare thighs, they plunged down, divebombing their prey. Their muscles flexed and bent, a composite bow pinning their test subject in place. Their delicate folds parted for their lover’s phantom womanhood, gently warming the phallus. March paused a few centimeters in and squeezed Autumn’s soft, loose and sensitive breasts. A wave of pleasure crossed March’s overloaded brain and crashed into their own euphoria. March greyed out as they slid deeper and deeper into their lover’s throbbing member. March struggled to regain control, but the sheer pleasure of the magick was overwhelming. The warmth of March’s canal seemed to restore the vitality to the cock. The longer March spent here, the more the cock would revive itself. As Autumn’s womanhood revived, Autumn was thrown deeper into trance. Her spectral member was running the show. She doubted Mage March was in control. That brought a smile to her face. Science was always wonderful when it surprised you. As March slowly bottomed out on the large phallus, the heat and nectar of their hole awoke the gock. The twitching ceased being random and instead became planned, orchestrated. And then it began to thrust. March was thrown back and their robe served as an artificial heavens for the proceedings down below. Autumn faded more and more till she was merely a spectator. Her cock twitched, pulsed and thrusted, not quite making a rhythm. Her Mage was lost in the will of Autumn’s phantom womanhood. As the ghostly tissue migrated out of March’s hole, it slowly made a set of testicles. The gock began to take control of the hips, adding to her alabaster power. March began to mentally pant as the power dialed up. Autumn’s leg restraints were beginning to buckle under the demands of her penis. Finally, the right one burst, sending a piece canvas slashing into March’s breast. A thin and long crease of blood displayed where they had been struck. This caused March to start screaming from joy, shouting in pleasure. The phantom stones began to slap against March with wild abandon, drawing out ever more alabaster coating. As a blob, it began to migrate towards March’s velvety folds. The thrusts grew more frantic, as if the lady had her own plan. March was riding the waves of pleasure, of an experiment done better than could be expected. So much better. Autumn continued to observe and enjoy the situation. As the milky essence continued to migrate, it reached their delicate entrance. Stuffed, forced apart, gaped, March’s hole had one more load to take. The milky substance created a knot, as though Autumn was a werewolf. This solidified and gradually the thrust grew more exploratory. As though the cock had a singular purpose in mind, it gently parted folds, trying to find a way to ensure the Mage bottomed out again. All of a sudden, the twitching gock paused. Autumn’s hips were slightly raised to ensure optimal positioning and then it came. March dropped like the executioner’s ax and screamed with pleasure. The knot slid deeper and deeper into their vagina, lubricating its own way in and rising deeper and deeper into March’s canal. After a brief pause, Autumn sensed that her cock was going in for the kill as her hips mechanically shot forth with the power of a ballista. With March completely at its mercy, the phantom pumped its load into March. Deep inside, past their cervix, into their womb. As the seed was gradually absorbed, it caused Autumn’s girlcock to shrink and shrink and shrink till it became naught but more than her clitoris, albeit a little larger than she had been. March collapsed on top of Autumn as they awoke. That had been a surprise. But March knew that Vera had been playing with advanced magic. March attempted to rise off of Autumn, but failed, toppling next to their lover and cuddling.

Gradually, the seed started to awake upon settling in their womb. This was going to break new ground in magickal science. They were going to win the Eitenne Award for Reproductive Magick, which also came with a vault of silver and more preciously, the respect of the legitimate scientific community. March thought about that as their assistant’s load began to multiply inside their womb, creating a gentle wave of pleasure, insistent yes, but hardly unkind. And with that, March drifted off into the future, one wave of warmth at a time.

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