Gay/Lesbian Goat Selfcest

Sometimes, Soraka dreamed of the alternate worlds she knew were out there in the cosmos. Sometimes, the other realities touched her, and brought her into strange otherworldly situations where the normal rules didn't apply. That's where she was now, staring down a male version of herself, who surveyed her carefully, his cock raising up as she looked down on it, disappointed at it's size. Taking a hold of it, displeasure almost oozed from her facial expression. Stroking it gently, her doppelganger was almost lost in the pleasure of the sensation, but at the same time, he was anxious. She would be as smart as he was, and if she was bored, it wouldn't be long before she spiced up the situation with something, and did she ever. Kneeling and taking the length into her mouth she began bobbing up and down his cock, while pressing the fingers of her free hand into his unsuspecting asshole, teasing the rim first before penetrating. Caught offguard, the new sensation set him off, a few globs leaking out into her expecting mouth. "This is it?" she complained, spitting it out in disappointment, looking to the man with fury in her eyes. "Wh-what?" he asked, afraid of the enraged woman in front of him.
Before he knew it he was on his knees, Soraka giving him a reach around while toying with his asshole even more, stabbing two fingers in, and milking his prostate. Groaning, the blindfolded and gagged man could only let it happen. "Now make sure to keep it relaxed." she threatened, as she removed her fingers slowly. Spreading the hoel gently, she pressed the tip of her horn in, before quickly and easily fitting the length of it into his ass. Groaning again, she felt his dick throb in her hand, notably larger wads spraying out and coating the ground as she started to fuck him with her horn. Eagerly continuing she felt him throb again, another wad of semen spraying out as she tugged. "Good boy." she complimented as she became somewhat translucent. The magic was fading, and she'd be back in her Valoran soon enough.

Smiling she gave her horn one good thrust to finish, before she vanished completely, leaving the man sweaty, confused, and alone.