“Ooft… that feels so much more…”

“Intense?”

“Yeah. Not painful…”

“Lucky bitch. First time someone fisted my asshole? I couldn’t sit down all week.”

Janet thrust in and out a few times. The feeling of that tight, warm cavern clenching over the outside of her womb brought indescribable feelings to the horny brunette and she rubbed her clit harder against Clara, who grunted with little to no shame.

“Ah, Janet, I’m sorry for calling you a slut all those times,” she gasped.

“You were clearly right to be one.”

“I kept trying to tell you that! Ah…”

Both girls went for another kiss as Janet thoroughly gaped Clara’s asshole. But this was just a warm up. She extracted her hand, watching with fascination as the hole only contracted slightly instead of closing up.

It was almost like an invitation. Accepting it would just be the polite thing to do, so Janet punched her prolapsed cunt back up Clara’s ass like she was Muhammed Ali in the world heavyweight championship. After all, her parents had raised her to be a polite girl. Now that she knew the other girl could take it, she was done being gentle, so she trust her hips back and forth as fast as she could. The feeling of her ovaries getting squeezed between her fist and the walls of Clara’s bowels every time she slammed home drove her wild, and her frenzy only increased when her friend grabbed her dangling bladder and started furiously rubbing it against her clit.

Clara, meanwhile, was hardly unaffected either. Like Janet, she’d been raised to be a good girl, but you wouldn’t be able to tell from the language she was using, nor that she’d been a virgin less than 12 hours ago.

“Oh god, Janet, yes! Ram your womb up my gaping hole!” Clara shouted at the top of her lungs. “Turn me into a slut like you! Fuck my ass! Fuck my pussy! Rip my holes apart! Whatever the fuck you do, don’t fucking stop!”

“Wow, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?” the brunette laughed as a few drops of sweat beaded on her forehead.

“That’s what I love about girls like you: you act all shy and innocent, but give them one taste of being naughty and they turn into raving whores. Don’t worry: I’m more than happy to be the one to corrupt you and I’m not stopping until you cum so hard you can’t even remember your name anymore.”

True to her word, Janet kept up her pace, causing a near constant stream of yelping and moaning from both girls.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, I think… Ah! I think I’m gonna cum,” Clara squealed.

“Unh! Finally!” Janet panted. “Not that I’m not… fuck… enjoying myself, but this is hard work. Just… yes… tell me when you’re almost there.”

“Okay… just keep… shit… doing what you’re doing… aahh… just like that. Yes… yes… harder… harder… oh fuck, that’s it! Make me cum. Make your little slut cum!”

Clara grabbed her boobs with both hands, squeezing them tight enough to leave bright white handprints behind. She pulled on her nipples so hard that Janet half expected them to come off at any moment.

“Ohhh, just a little more… yes… yes… ooookay, I’m about to cum any second now!”

“Try to hold on for a few more seconds, love, there’s something I want to do.”

Janet pulled out of Clara’s gaping asshole completely and drove down into her pussy, battering through her cervix like a freight train until she could feel the back wall of her friend’s uterus pressing against her own. She pulled her hand back, leaving her womb in place as she tried to locate the hole at the top of her vagina. When she did, she slipped her middle finger into her urethra before rubbing it along the top of Clara’s vagina.

“Babe? I don’t know what you’re doing, but you’re going to have to be quick because I’m going to come my fucking brains out any second n– ''ah''! That’s my g-spot!”

Janet quickly curled back her finger a little to avoid the sensitive spot and resumed her search closer to the entrance.

“Come on, where’s that fucking hole? Ah, there we go!”

Having found the entrance to Clara’s urethra, she stuffed her own bladder-covered finger into it until she felt it emerge into the open space beyond. She pistoned her finger in and out a couple of times, trying to stuff as much of her bladder into the other girl’s as possible.

“Just a couple more seconds, honey. I’m going to deflower every fucking hole you have.”

When most of her bladder was inside and additional poking didn’t seem to help, she quickly retracted her finger and lowered her hand back down to her womb.

“Okay, I want you to come for me in three…”

She tucked her thumb into her left fallopian tube and her pinky in the other.

“Two…”

She lined up her fingers until she felt her ovaries slipping into Clara’s fallopian tubes.

“One…”

With a final push, Janet forced her way into the deepest part of Clara’s sex until she felt their ovaries bump into each other.

“FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!” screamed Clara in a shrill voice.

Janet could see her eyes roll into the back of her head as every muscle in the girl’s cunt clamped onto Janet’s like a vise, which sent her hurtling over the edge as well. Unable to keep herself upright, she collapsed forward onto her friend, causing her arm to be wrenched out of her cunt and ass.

The two girls lay spasming for several minutes, unable to control their limbs in the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm either of them had ever experienced.

When Janet was able to move again without feeling like she had a car battery wired up to her clit, she pushed herself up a little and planted a deep kiss on the bald girl’s lips.

“Wow, that was…”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, congratulations. I think it’s safe to say that you’re no longer a virgin. In any way, shape or form.”

“Uh-huh.”

Janet raised an eyebrow.

“Is that all you’re able to say?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Wow, I think you really did cum your brains out.”

“Uh-huh.”

This time, Clara was unable to keep herself from smiling.

“Hmmmm… well, since you’re in such an agreeing mood, how about agreeing to let me have a look at your insides? We’ve seen mine, and I’d love to get my hands on yours.”

“What, do want to pull my pussy inside-out as well?”

“Tempting, but I had something else in mind…”

“Uhm, my ass?”

“Not quite, but keep going. I’m sure you’ll think of it.”

Clara pursed her lips, trying to think through the haze of her post-orgasm bliss. Something tickled the back of her mind.

Then something tickled the side of her mind.

Her eyes went wide when she realized that she was feeling Janet’s fingers, which had wriggled their way between her brain and the skin of her head.

“Ah, right. I’m sure that would be a terrible idea, but you’re in luck, because right now I can’t bring myself to care right now. So sure, go ahead. If I’m going to be getting my slut on, I might as well do it all the way. And who knows? Maybe this way you’ll be able to fuck my brains out for real,” she added with a wink.

“Holy shit, I didn’t think you’d actually say yes,” said Janet. “Uhm, okay, let me just go get something sharp.”

She carefully pulled her hand out of the slit at the back of Clara’s head, slowly pulled her reproductive system out of the other girl’s, sending a shiver through both of them, and got off the bed. Clara watched the brunette go, her prolapsed sex flopping around limply between her legs, dripping with their combined fluids.

About a minute later Janet returned, wielding a pair of scissors. Clara rolled over onto her stomach, giving a small whimper when her still hyper-sensitive clit touched the bed. Janet knelt down straddling Clara’s back, draping her birth canal from the bottom of her shoulder blades down to the small of her back. She opened the scissors and lined them up with the top of the cut on the prone girl’s head.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked when Clara’s skin was wedged between the blades.

“Eh, fuck it,” Clara shrugged. “Just, you know, try not to kill me.”

“I’ll try my best.”

For all her bravado, Janet was more than a little nervous when she pressed the two handles together, extending the cut about half an inch. But she couldn’t very well turn back now…

Clara decided that the best thing to do was to stare forwards and let Janet do her work. Due to her zombie-state, sensations that would have been painful before were now minimalized into merely ‘stingy’. But the sensation of the skin on the back of her head being sliced open burned bright.

“This feels like the world’s worst haircut.”

“I can cut your scalp off entirely if you’d like…” offered Janet, as she finished cutting up until the slice now reached the very crown of that red head, across the bone that hadn’t been removed earlier.

Clara thought about that offer longer than she ever would have a mere 24 hours ago.

“Mmmm… no, I’d at least like to keep my face intact.”

“Say no more. Now…”

Janet, finished with her vertical slice, now went horizontal. As she worked, more and more of that pink brain became more readily exposed; she had a good view of the crack separating the two hemispheres. It was tempting to slide the scissors in there just to see if she could. But for now, she focused on her work.

“Okay, you want to keep some flaps, or just skin the whole back?”

Clara pondered this question a while as well, weighing the pros and cons. The thought crossed her mind that normal people would probably think her insane for even considering it. Then again, they’d left ‘normal’ behind a long time ago.

“I guess having the back of my head flapping around would quickly get annoying, and it’s not like it provides a lot of protection. And your missing insides don’t seem to be causing a lot of problems. So go ahead and just cut it all off.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

Janet continued cutting along the chipped edge of Clara’s skull, going from the top of her head to just behind her ears and down to the top of her neck before going back up the other side and completing the circle. She lifted off the piece of skin, leaving the entire back half of Clara’s brain completely exposed. She could see the folded structure at the top of her brain, and the part at the base that connected to her spinal cord. There was a section just above it that looked different: more stripey than folded. She bent down and pressed the gentlest kiss she could against the grayish pink flesh.

“Oh come on,” said Clara, “you can do better than that. I almost swallowed your uterus. Go on, get your tongue in there.”

“Well excuse me, Mrs. ‘''please try not to kill me''’ for being gentle,” smiled Janet, before taking her friend up on her invitation. She placed her hands by the jagged edges of the hole in Clara’s skull before leaning forward again, this time pretty much planting her nose against the folds of the brain and inhaling. It smelt… unique, in a way she found hard to place; it wasn’t quite a meaty smell. Shrugging, she lapped a tongue all the way up along the main dividing crease, flicking it a little inside. This made Clara twitch.

“Feel anything?” she asked.

“Well… there are no nerves in the brain, so… not really? But it is my brain. I might get all funny during this.”

There was a pause as Clara considered what she had just told Janet.

“Now, that doesn’t just give you an open license to plarawaaaaa–”

She stopped mid-sentence, eyes rolling as Janet immediately pressed her teeth into a random part of the back of her brain. The brunette was careful not to properly bite, but took satisfaction in seeing how just that was enough to get Clara to derp out.

“Hohoho. I sense a lot of fun to come, here.”

“Just don’t make me piss myself again like in the restaurant, okay?”

“No promises.”

Janet stroked her brain, running her fingertips along the folds. If only she could get a more complete look…

Getting an idea, she wedged her fingers between Clara’s brain and top of her skull, slowly reaching deeper until she could hook her fingers around the front of her brain. Once she had a good grip, she gently started pulling upwards.

“Uh, Janet, stop.”

Janet froze immediately.

“What is it, hon?”

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I’m feeling tension in my eyes.”

“Oh, fuck, of course. Sorry, had a fun idea, but I didn’t think it through.”

Disappointed, she released her grip and withdrew her hand, trailing her middle finger between the two hemispheres of her friend’s brain. It was almost like fingering a… her eyes lit up with another idea. She reached back and once again shoved her arm through her ass and into the glove that was her ruined sex. She stretched her hand flat, lining up her fingertips with the vertical divide between the two halves of Clara’s brain.

“Guess what?” she asked. “Turns out you do have a cherry left after all. And you’ll be one of the only people to get it popped.”

Clara blinked her eyes, glad that the weird tension she had felt right behind them was gone, but now she had something else to ponder as she thought about this cherry that had apparently gone unpopped.

“What… you mean…”

As if to answer the half-spoken question, Janet prodded forward ever so slightly, causing the girl in front of her to jerk forward.

“Ah! My… hahaha, no, I can’t say that…”

“What? What were you gonna say?”

“It sounds… oh, alright.” Clara cleared her throat. “I want you to fuck my brain-pussy.”

There was an eruption of laughter, and even Clara couldn’t help giggling at maybe the most ridiculous thing she had ever said.

“Well?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

Janet slid her womb-covered fingers in up to the second knuckle, feeling the spongy pressure on her fingers. Clara’s head shuddered involuntary. If she wasn’t careful, Clara might end up doing damage to her own brain. The brunette slid deeper into the divide, until her fingers bumped into the front of Clara’s skull.

“Are you still alright?”

“Think so.”

“Ah, good. You know, it might be best if you just keep talking so I can tell when something goes wrong.”

“Alright, I think I can manage that. Go on then, get your freak on and fuck my brain.”

Janet pulled back before gently pushing back in, settling into a much slower rhythm than when she had been fucking Clara’s ass and pussy.

“Hmmm, yeah, skullfuck me, you naughty bitch. Slide your cunt into my brain and drench it with your cum.”

“Got to say, this is way better than the usual skullfucking I’ve been on the receiving end of,” said Janet, moving slightly faster as she felt her own arousal start to rise again. This had the effect of making Clara’s stream of conscious dirty talk lose some of its focus.

“Yes! Marmalade my butter with your Utah! I love it, foxtrot tango!”

“Hahaha, I wish I was recording this,” muttered Janet.

She gave the front of Clara’s skull a few more good thunks, her juices leaking out over and into the brain she was penetrating. A few lobes came apart during this; regrettable but necessary casualties on the road to a literally mind-shattering orgasm.

“Hah, your mind is just my sex toy now. How do you like ''them'' apples?”

“It’s Stacy as hat! Yes! Mlarh!”

“Okay, that wasn’t even a… mmmpf… word, you fucking retarded slut,” moaned Janet, making sure that every inch of her mangled womb was getting covered in grey matter before she came.

She watched as her juices sprayed and leaked onto her friend’s brain. There wasn’t quite as much of it as she was used to, but then again this was like her fourth or fifth orgasm this morning. She’d kind of lost count. Still, it made a hell of a mess, and what kind of friend would she be if she didn’t help clean up? So she leaned down and ran her tongue all over Clara’s brain in long, languid licks, lapping up every drop of cum, digging the tip of her tongue into every fold and crease she could find.

Once she thought she’d gotten all of it, she opened her mouth wide, covering up her front teeth with her lips, and wrapped them around the back of one of the halves of her friend’s brain. She pushed her head down, taking more of the spongy matter into her mouth until she felt it press against her uvula. Not wanting to risk choking and accidentally biting down, she pulled back, keeping her lips wrapped around the sensitive organ as if it were an ice cream. She gave the other half a similar treatment before lying down on her stomach next to Clara.

“There we go, all clean again. So, now that you’ve been properly mindfucked, what do you want to do next?”

“Wow, you’re insatiable, aren’t you?” laughed Clara. “You might have to go play with yourself for a bit then, because I’m not sure I could take any more stimulation right now. I can still feel everything tingling down there.”

“To be perfectly honest, I could do with a little break myself. At this rate, I think we’re going to get dehydrated.”

She shifted around a bit, trying to find a spot that was at least a little dry, but failed to do so.

“Jesus, did we wet the entire bed?”

“I think we might have. I’m lying in a puddle of piss and cum too, but I can’t be arsed to move right now.”

“Help me kick off the covers, at least?”

The two girls halfheartedly tried to push the covers down with their hands and feet, neither getting up from their prone position save for occasionally raising the bodies a little to get the sheets out from under them. Janet gave an occasional whimper as they moved underneath the sensitive exposed flesh of her prolapse, but after a minute or so of shifting around the two girls managed to kick the covers to the floor at the foot of the bed.

The mattress beneath was already fairly damp from the liquid that had soaked through, but it was an improvement. The two girls settled down and relaxed, enjoying the first quiet moment they’d had ever since waking up in the grass on campus.

“Wow, it’s been a crazy 24 hours, huh?” said Clara.

“Yeah, you can certainly call it that. Who would have guessed we’d ever see an actual Dawn of the Dead?”

“Personally, I’m just glad I’m still alive. Or whatever we are. Can’t help but think what I would have wanted to do if I was going to die for real and had known in advance.”

“You mean like a bucket list?”

“Yeah, I suppose, though more in the order of ‘I would have hugged my mom goodbye’ than ‘I want to go backpacking through Thailand’.”

“Ah, right. What do you have so far?”

“Well, my brain is still a little fuzzy because ''somebody'' gave me the best – and only – fuck I’ve ever had, so I hadn’t really gotten beyond hugging my mom yet. What would you want to have done?”

Janet rolled her eyes into the back of her head as she thought.

“Dunno really. Mom stuff too, I guess.”

“Mom stuff is always a solid choice.”

“Yeah. Do my mom. That’s first on the list.”

“That’s fair– wait, ''what''?” Clara said, propping herself up on one elbow and turning onto her side, the mattress squelching underneath her. Janet was trying her best to keep a deadpan face.

“Hey, fuck you, it’s ''my'' bucket list and I’ll do as my please!” she said, stifling a laugh.

“Well, to be fair, your mom ''is'' pretty hot. Shit, I’m going to add that to my list.”

“Hahaha. It’s cool, she’s probably dead.”

“Hey, not cool.”

Clara frowned, putting a hand on Janet’s shoulder stump.

The brunette looked down.

“Sorry. It just kinda hit me there. I… you know, they…” She trailed off.

“Well, this is the worst pillow talk ever. Apologies.”

“We don’t know what’s going on. Tomorrow we’ll explore the city, find out what’s up, okay?” said Clara, patting her friend, lover and undead companion, before crawling into a tight hug.

“And if we do find her…”

“Threesome?”

“I was going to say hug her, dummy.”

“Oh.”

“But yes.”

The two girls maintained their embrace, neither one willing to let go. Janet rubbed small circles across her friend’s back with her remaining hand.

“So, I was your first, huh?”

“I think we established that, yes.”

“How come?”

Clara furrowed her brow.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on, pretty girl like you? I bet you had boys lining up around the block to take your virginity.”

“Yeah right,” scoffed Clara. “Most guys just go for the girls with the biggest tits and the loosest morals… no offense.”

“None taken.”

“Sure, there have been a few boys that have show interest in me, but I never did anything more than kiss with any of them. I don’t know, none of them ever really did it for me.”

“Maybe you were just a lesbian in denial.”

“Huh. I’d never really thought about it, but… maybe? I’d always just assumed I was straight.”

“Eh, you wouldn’t be the only one. But don’t worry, you didn’t miss anything. Nothing a guy can do that a decent vibrator can’t do better. Wait, you did at least masturbate, right?”

Clara rolled her eyes.

“Yes, obviously. I wasn’t raised in a convent or something.”

“Okay, so what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever gotten off?”

“Oh my god,” said Clara, her cheeks turning pink, “I’m not going to tell you ''that''!”

“I can ''literally'' see your brain right now. Yet you think ''this'' is going too far?”

“I– Well, I guess you do have a point there. Okay, fine. There was this one time…”