It all started last night, when Sheila and Lillian approached me in that bar. How was I supposed to know they were real witches? I was drunk as fuck, and who the fuck was going to say no to a threesome with two insanely hot girls?

Or at least, I thought it was going to be a threesome. But when we got back to their place...

"Wait, what are you talking about?" I asked, confused. "You said you both wanted to fuck me, right?"

"Yeah. We both want to fuck you, which means now we have to choose which half of you we each get." Sheila said. She rolled her eyes like it was obvious.

"Oh… like, top or bottom...?" I frowned.

"Exactly!" Lillian grinned, "And I want his bottom half."

"But you're a fucking lesbian anyway!" Sheila protested. "Why would you want his dick?"

"Wait, what?" I asked, confused.

"Just because I'm a lesbian doesn't mean I don't want a good fucking from time to time." Lillian shrugged, "Besides, who says he's going to keep that dick all night?"

"I would very much like to keep my dick around." I said slowly. I was starting to get a little concerned with the dialogue. Neither girl seemed to be listening to me, however.

"But that's all the more reason I should get his bottom half!" Sheila groused.

"What difference does it fucking make? Just magic up another dick." Lillian rolled her eyes at Sheila.

"Nothing's as good as an original, you know that." Sheila protested.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I asked, confused as shit.

Lillian sighed, "You know what, nevermind… but you owe me one. I'll just take his top half so I can get a lay in."

"Owe you one? That'd just make us even!" Sheila let out a laugh, "But fine, we can talk about that later. Gimme."

I still didn’t really understand what was going on, but a decision seemed to have been made, and Lillian walked up to me in an embrace, wrapping her arms around my chest. Then, she lifted, and to my shock, I lifted with her. Not that I didn’t think she was strong enough or anything, more that… I felt lighter than I expected.

"Wait, what the fuck?" I yelled out, as Lillian started walking away from my disembodied legs, carrying my disembodied upper torso.

I tried to chase after her with my legs, but I tripped and fell instead. I watched from across the room as Sheila giggled, grabbing my lower half and hoisting it up by my belt, and walked away in the opposite direction. I noticed that across my severed waist was a layer of skin, instead of the blood and gore I'd expected to see.

"Um... so what's going on here? Did you cut me in half? Am I dead?" I asked Lillian.

"Do you feel dead, dumbass?" Lillian laughed, "No, we told you, we're witches. Magic and everything. We're both gonna fuck you."

"...you're both gonna fuck me... separately." I said, dumbfoundedly.

"Yes. I get your top half, she gets your bottom half." Lillian said, opening the door to her room. She tossed me... well, half of me, down onto her bed.

Across the apartment, I felt my dangling foot bang against what I assume was a door frame, and I winced. Lillian had brought my legs to her room, I guess.

"Um... okay, so I get what's gonna happen... over there..." I frowned, as I felt Sheila unbuckling my belt and pulling off my jeans. I tried my best to help. "Sheila's gonna fuck my legs. But what are you gonna do with me here? I can eat you out, but... that hardly seems reciprocal."

"You want me to reciprocate?" Lillian grinned, "Well, let's just see how good you are at giving, first. Then we can decide if you get a reward."

"...fair enough." I grinned nervously. Across the apartment, I felt my erection swelling, as Sheila's finger traced a line down my shaft. "I've always thought I was good at multi-tasking."

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