Something had happened, was still happening, but I couldn't quite focus on it...darkness, and grasping, and an N-dimensional fractal that wasn't meant to be seen by human eyes.  August and I were being tossed about in a tempest of uncontrolled stimulation, and I defy anyone to make sense of much at all under such conditions, let alone something that seemed not susceptible to sense in general.

I could feel her helplessness echoing mine, and lacking words, I tried to send a wave of apology.  But there was a hint of something else, astonishment, and eagerness, that had a flavor August's sensations didn't.  I barely dared to hope, but then hope became redundant when Plum's Lyla suddenly quieted it's wild-horse capering and I found I could think again.  I felt a brush of pressure on my lips, and the still-odd feeling of my own arms hugging myself tightly, while I knew I wasn't doing it.

<So it turns out bliss does pierce dimensional walls,> came a thought, amusement tinged with wonderment.  It definitely wasn't August...I could feel her input dim, like the subtle loss of background noise when one party on a conference call mutes their phone.  While at the same time, it was replaced with something else, vibrant, alive, real.  I let out a sigh of pure relief that my mad plan had somehow worked, and folded my own arms about myself, "returning" the hug.

<YppleJax...> A hand held my cheek tenderly, and I could feel the heat over my lips, like a lover hovering ever-so-close to a kiss.  The touch moved, caressing me, resting astride my chest and shoulders, but weightlessly.  There was no need for stimulation in that moment, the feeling of intimate connection was so perfect.  It was like a crushing weight had been lifted, even if only temporarily, from my heart.  I bent my own arms awkwardly behind my back across my waist, trying to evoke a light, shared embrace.

I was about to answer her, when I felt wave of arousal through the link, a playful nibble at my lip, and a less-playful pinch at my left nipple, making me gasp.  Another hand, her hand, my hand, was slithering down my abdomen and I tensed slightly even while my body began to unfold like a flower in anticipation, but the touch swerved teasingly aside down my thigh.

"'Nelyz!" I scolded playfully, words and thought matched.  "You're as bad as August!  ...which I guess isn't actually all that surprising, considering.  Before you ask, I have no idea how this worked, or if I'm just a lot crazier than normal.  I mean...I know none of this can be real, but I guess if it is happening regardless, I'm glad I've got company.  Anyway, welcome to Ficta...which is a name I've just made up, please don't let it make you think I know what's going on, because I really don't."

I felt like I should ask her if she'd felt the...whatever it was, strangeness, when I'd pulled her in, but for the briefest instant I experienced an inexplicable jolt of dread, and then the thought and dread alike were stolen straight out of my head, as if they'd never existed.

I shook my head, confused.  What had I been thinking about?  Oh, right, Nelyz teasing me.  I had a sudden notion and wondered if it could even work under the circumstances, but I couldn't resist trying it.  I twisted my legs slightly and bent my knees outward, folding my feet up beside my thighs.  While this was something I could do normally, usually it involved more strain and possibly grunting.  It could just be the suit becoming even more frictionless against the bed, but I suspected I was becoming more flexible as well...though whether that too was from the suit or just meta-delusional wish-fulfillment, I couldn't tell.

Partly as diversion, but partly because I really wanted to, I began to kiss the inside of the suit's mask, and it firmed slightly away from my mouth to allow the proper variations in pressure to be transmitted as my lips and tongue worked gently.  At the same time, I slowly and casually inched my hands from where they were folded behind my back until each one rested gently atop one of the soles of my feet.

"Teasing tax," I growled, and then began to glide my fingertips up and down my own soles, slowly at first but quickening into a dance.  You can't really tickle yourself, but the echoes of sensation through the suit gave me enough of a dim shadow of what I was doing that I had to stifle laughter...hopefully that meant my erstwhile partner in crime was getting what she deserved.

And though my habit is to cleave to the role of victim in such activities, I could feel my arousal growing by leaps and bounds, and almost involuntarily I flexed my pelvis up and down.  I might've just thought my boundaries were expanding, or that it was feedback from the other side and Nelyz was even more turned on by being tickled than I was, but I noticed subtle waves to the stimulation that suggested it was the suit that was encouraging me.  I wasn't sure if that was a good thing, but in the midst of my playful revenge, I couldn't quite bring myself to care.

My eyes had long since closed, to focus on the world defined by the suit and what it was giving me, so I did not notice that my bedroom had dimmed and dissolved, and my bed floated on an endless sea of oily blackness.