ROYAL REWARD: An Astra-nomical Pornmag (Pornography TF, ZZZ) (Patreon)

The birds sang on the wires of the telephone poles as Astra and Evelyn marched through the streets of New Eridu. 

Evelyn walked slightly behind her client, eyes on the alert for anything that might threaten her. But even as she sized up a chubby man in a hoodie, she heard a shriek of delight from the star of the hour:

“Oh, look, Miss Evelyn, look!” 

With a frown, Evelyn turned to see Astra pointing at a newsstand. 

“Miss Evelyn, look! They might have one about me!” 

Evelyn opened her mouth to stop her, but it was too late: Astra had already thrown herself into the stall, snatching greedily at the magazines. With a sigh, she hurried to join her.

The stand, on closer inspection, turned out to be less of a stand and more a little cave, its walls formed from shelf after overflowing shelf of magazines. The proprietor stood in the back, cloaked in shadow, but Astra could see their eyes gleaming in the dark like a pair of hot coals. 

“I can’t find anything!” wailed Astra, in despair. She turned to Evelyn, looking like she might start crying. “There must be something here about me!”

“I’m sure there is,” said Evelyn, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

When she turned her own attention to the magazines, however, she had no better luck than her client. Skimming through them, she found nothing but tits and ass and pussy, and the farther she flipped, the more she realized she was reading–

“M-Miss Evelyn! It’s– It’s–” 

Astra thrust a magazine in her face. As her vision refocused, she blushed to see what she was looking at. It– It was–

“P-pornography!” cried Astra, sounding like she’d catch fire. 

Evelyn stumbled back, uncomprehending, and realized to her horror that it wasn’t just the magazine Astra was holding. Every cover she saw featured the same kind of depravity. 

Astra, following her gaze, burst into a fresh round of squeals. “It’s– it’s everywhere!” 

Evelyn’s heart pounded in her chest. What was going on? There hadn’t been half as much on display when they’d entered the stall. Where had it all come from?!” 

“I– Miss Evelyn, I’d like to leave now.” Astra sounded like she might burst into tears at any second. 

Grabbing her wrist, Evelyn dragged her to the doorway. “Yes, let’s leave,” she said, throwing a glare back at the proprietor. 

As she hauled Astra towards the exit, however, she realized something was wrong: the newsstand… it hadn’t always been so big, had it? The outside world shone in the distance like the light at the end of a tunnel. 

She picked up the pace, making Astra squeal as she tugged her. A second later, she broke into an outright run, but no matter how fast she moved, the exit never seemed to get any closer. 

“Miss Evelyyyyyyn!” 

Something caught Evelyn’s eye. She skidded to a stop, her frown deepening. It was a magazine, another magazine, though this one differed from the rest in one significant respect: it was blank as a sheet of unmarked paper. 

“Miss Evelyn!” Astra was tugging on her wrist now.

Evelyn bit her lips. But as she turned to go, the blank magazine flew open. And as she stared at it in shock, she felt a terrible sense of suction. 

Astra squealed and slammed into her, clasping at her as she passed, and almost dragged the two of them off their feet in the process. To her horror, Evelyn found herself skidding towards the shelf: it was like someone had turned the floor into a slide. 

“M-Miss Evelyn!” 

Evelyn realized she couldn’t hold on any longer. With every second, the gravity drawing her towards the magazine seemed stronger, and in the end–

The pull of the Earth lost its grip on her. With a squeal, she and Astra shot forward, forward into the open pages of the book, which swallowed them both like the mouth of a crocodile. She heard a clap as it slammed shut, and just like that, everything became very flat and very white. 

Pinned to a harsh white cliff-face, she squealed as invisible hands seized their bodies and moved them against their will. It grabbed their clothes and tore them from them, and threw their naked bodies, exposed and slick, together. 

“M-Miss Evelyn!” Astra squealed, red-faced, as the magic forced them to scissor. 

With every second, the pressure holding them against the cliff grew stronger and stronger, until at last, unable to bear it anymore, their bodies simply gave in and splattered in a shower of fleshy goo. Evelyn squealed as she sailed through the air from a thousand different viewpoints, struck the cliff, and was sucked up like water by a sponge…

*

When her vision returned, she lay on a bed, a large, comfy red bed, with a naked Astra lying sprawled over her body. She tried to move, but she couldn’t shift even a millimeter – she felt flat, compressed, as if she were nothing more than a sheet of paper. 

M-Miss Evelyn, what happened?! Where are we?! 

I don’t know! 

Ahead, gigantic shadows crossed her vantage with awful speed. It took her a second to realize they were people, people walking along the streets of New Eridu the same way she and Astra had been walking not twenty minutes ago. 

H-help us! she cried, in her mind if not aloud. Help! 

As if in response, one of the shadows lurched towards her, and the change in position tugged the darkness from their form. Evelyn gasped in horror. W-Wise?! 

The male half of Phaethon stared down at them with a frown. “I-is this really…?” With a furtive look left and right, he snatched them up, leaving Evelyn to squeal as his fingers tickled their sides. Nn~! 

He flipped them open, making her squeal a second time as her position changed. Now she and Astral were walking hand-in-hand through the corridor of a hotel, heading to a shared bedroom… Another flip, and they were taking their clothes off. 

“Holy shit,” said Wise, snapping them shut; Evelyn found herself back on the cover again. Looking around, the proxy twin bit his lip. 

“I need to find a restroom,” he said, tucking them into his jacket.