Everyone knew the Meteor’s transportalizers weren’t perfect. Sometimes people would come out with all their clothes on back-to-front, or half of someone’s grubloaf would be missing. So far, however, no troll or human had ever been affected by these glitches. So when Vriska stepped onto the transportalizer pad to head towards the kitchen, she didn’t think much of it. What was the worst that could happen?

As it turns out, the glitches weren’t limited to inanimate objects. When Vriska re-appeared on the exit pad, her entire torso was missing. She had no arms, no breasts – her head sat directly above her navel.

Naturally, she freaked out. She yelped and fell over, unused to her body’s new center of mass. She hit her head on the side of the pad, and groaned in pain. She was confused, trying to get her bearings. She repeatedly tried to push herself up, but without arms she couldn’t do any more than roll around on the floor. Eventually, she pusher her head up against a wall, and by gradually pushing herself closer she was able to right herself.

Okay. So she didn’t have arms or a torso anymore. That sucked.

She tentatively took a step forward, feeling out her balance, and almost fell over again. She leaned back against the wall, and tried again. And again. And again. She fell over many, many times, but eventually something clicked within her mind, and suddenly she could walk and run and jump without any issues. The troll think-pan was weird.

Vriska knew she was stuck like this. Throughout all the times the transportalizer had malfunctioned, it had never once created something new – only moved existing materials around or taken things away. She would have to live the rest of her life like this, which given that she was god tier, may well be unending. So she resolved not to wallow in self-pity and would-have-beans. Instead, she committed to learning how to live like this. It might take sweeps, but she would re-learn how to do everything.

So she stepped back onto the transportalizer, praying that it wouldn’t take more of her body away. Luckily it did not, and she quickly stepped back into her room, pulling the door closed behind her and sliding the lock over with her teeth. She wasn’t ready to let anyone else see her just yet.

Vriska set about trying to do some simple tasks in her new truncated form. She tried sitting down and standing up again, then lying down. She took off her jeans, unbuttoning them with her mouth and rubbing up against a wall to pull them down. She couldn’t manage to get her panties off using the same method, but she knew she could using some sort of hook.

She ran into problems, though, when she tried to put her jeans back on. They’d crumpled up on the floor, and while she could flatten them out and wriggle her feet into the waistband, she couldn’t shuffle herself into the legs very far.

It was around about this time that Vriska started feeling a heat in her loins. It started off small, just occasional flickers of warmth here and there, but over time it built up to an unbearable level. She’d never been this horny before. Was this her new body’s fault?

Her priorities quickly shifted from learning how to perform basic tasks to learning how to get herself off. She tried leaning her head over to see if her mouth could reach, but it quickly became apparent that that wasn’t going to happen. She tried rutting against the side of her recuperacoon, rubbing her nook against it through her panties, but it just wasn’t giving her the satisfaction she needed. She groaned, frustrated, moving faster, rutting harder, trying to catch her clit on something, but to no avail. The haze of arousal was consuming her mind, leaving her unable to think of anything but pleasuring herself.

Over time, it slowly became apparent to the lust-addled Vriska that she wasn’t going to be able to get herself off. But the haze was still all-pervading, and she couldn’t focus on anything through it. What remained of her higher mental faculties came to a conclusion: she needed to get fucked.

She went over to her end-table, grasping the handle between her teeth and walking backwards, pulling the draw further and further out until it fell to the floor, its contents scattering everywhere. She lay down and took a genetic material suppressor between her teeth before pushing up against her recuperacoon to stand back up. She unlocked the door by pushing on the sliding lock with one of her horns, and pushed the door open. She ran down the hallway, clad in naught but her panties, her hair fluttering behind her. It would have been a surreal sight to anybody watching. She reached the closest inhabited respiteblock to hers – Karkat’s – and pushed the door open.

Karkat had been sitting down talking to Dave over his crab communicator when he heard his door burst open. There was only one person on this meteor who barged through doors like that; and so, steeling himself for the arduous task ahead, he quickly informed Dave of the Serket storm that had come to his respiteblock before closing the connection and turning around.

What the fuck.

Standing in his doorway was Vriska, but it was not the Vriska he’d seen at breakfast this morning. Her entire upper body had simply vanished, leaving her as no more than a head atop a set of hips and legs. She was looking up at him, her eyes literally clouded over with lust, and she had a material suppressor clasped between her teeth. Once she’d noticed that she had his attention she sauntered towards him, rocking her ample ass side-to-side as she did so.

Karkat gulped. He knew damn well where this was going.

Vriska dropped the suppressor on the floor next to him, and said one simple sentence:

“Karkat, I need you to fuck me.”

…

“Ah, fuck it”, Karkat thought to himself; “why not? This is clearly a dreambubble hallucination. Might as well have some fun with it.” And so in response he kneeled down on the floor, aligning his face with hers, and kissed her. He held nothing back, and neither did she. Their lips rubbed against each other and their tongues explored each others mouths, touching tips and rubbing up against sharp fangs. When Karkat had had his fill he pulled back and reached down to pick up the material suppressor. He shimmied out of his pants and pulled down his boxers, exposing his erect, red-tipped bulge to the open air.

Almost immediately, Vriska wrapped her mouth around the tip and sucked him in. Her tongue danced across his tip, poking and prodding and licking interchangeably, as she stared to work it further into her wet maw.

Vriska was enraptured. She’d never imagined she’d ever give anyone a blowjob – Vriska Serket knelt for no troll – but here she was, Karkat’s bulge in her mouth, and she wondered why she’d ever thought herself above this; there was nothing to be above. It seemed so perfect to her aroused mind – the soft tip poking into her maw, her tongue working around it, learning what motions caused the troll above her to gasp out in pleasure. It felt good; it felt right; as if her mouth had been made to be wrapped around a bulge, licking and sucking upon it. But, after a minute, she pulled back. As good as it felt to give Karkat a blowjob, she had another hole that was demanding attention from that bulge.

When Vriska let go of his bulge, Karkat knew exactly what she wanted. He rolled the suppressor over his bulge, hooked a finger into Vriska’s panties and pulled them down, exposing her dripping cerulean nook to his gaze. The folds were parted ever-so-slightly, damp with fluids, and her clit was just poking out from behind its hood. It was a beautiful sight, and Karkat sat there for a moment drinking it in. He tentatively pushed a knuckle between her folds, careful to keep his claws well clear, and Vriska shuddered.

He wasted no more time. Double-checking that he had indeed applied the suppressor, he lay down on the floor, grasping Vriska’s ample behind and guiding her above his prick.

Vriska needed no further prompting. Spreading her legs a little, she thrust down and impaled herself full-length upon Karkat’s bulge. Pleasure jolted through her, arcing from one nerve to another, and very quickly her entire body was alight with pleasure. She moaned and sat there for a moment before Karkat’s hands once again found her ass and pulled her back up. She took over from there, thrusting up and down, up and down, moving Karkat’s bulge in and out of her nook. It was hard to keep her balance with no arms, and she almost fell over, but Karkat always caught her before she could slide off his member, helping her right herself and get back to fucking.

For Karkat, the experience was similarly blissful. He never could have imagined how nice it felt to be buried inside a nook. The walls grasped his prick at regular intervals, fluttering tension up and down in time with Vriska’s thrusts. He had his hands constantly cupping Vriska’s ass-cheeks now, not just to help support her, but also just because they felt nice to squeeze between his hands. They were soft and plush, and Vriska moaned whenever he squeezed – especially when his claws broke her skin and droplets of cerulean blood began dripping out.

After a while, he could feel himself nearing orgasm. Even though he knew this Vriska was nothing more than a creation of whatever bubble he was in, his instincts caused him to reach out to Vriska’s crotch and start rubbing lightly around her clit. Vriska moaned throatily, throwing her head back in pleasure, and as she came her nook walls clasped around his prick in a death-grip, and that extra friction was all he needed as well. He came, his bulge expelling red genetic material, all of which was absorbed by the suppressor around his prick. He wanted to lean in and kiss Vriska, wrap his arms around her and dip his tongue deep into her mouth; but her head only came up to his chest, so instead he settled for wrapping his arms around her head and holding her against him, skin-to-skin.

It felt genuine, sincere, real; as if at least a small part of him wanted this to be more than a one-off fuck before she faded away into the aether from whence she’d came.

As both of their orgasms winded down, Vriska pulled her head back slightly, removing her mouth and nose from Karkat’s skin so she could breathe once again.

That… that had been the best five minutes of her entire life. Masturbation had never felt that good; absolutely nothing could compare.

As Karkat yawned above her and he idly ran his fingers through her hair, Vriska rolled her head to the side and leaned into Karkat’s chest, closing her eyes and smiling in pure, unfiltered contentment.

If losing half her body was the price to pay for orgasms that good, then maybe - just maybe - it was worth it.

She fell asleep pressed against Karkat’s chest, cool cerulean blue against boiling mutant red; and for the first time in a sweep, she didn’t dream.

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Image is an edit of this image by planetofjunk. Full-size edit is here. Search term on DA is “swb girl” if you want more like this.

I have no idea if this actually counts as TF enough to put here, but there’s only one way to find out.