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The following is an account of my self-experimentation. I, Bereryce Albunaryn, of the Piscine Shaalure people, will recount my attempt -and success- to lay with myself in the carnal sense. However, before I do, I must give some context as to who I am, and how I am able to do so.

I have already stated my name, but I am a Magician of some skill. I'm proficient not only in traversing time in brief spouts, but also able to see different possibilities as to what might have been. In other words, other universes, though I've only found a few within my reach, such as the world where I have recorded the adventures and lives of a certain Zebra brotherhood.

As for my abilities with time, I am able to travel back and forth through it. However, I am only able to physically affect events within the past day. I am unable to, say, travel to the founding of the Shaalure Kingdoms and prevent the formation of the Watersinger Conclave, two hundred years ago. I would be able to see it with much effort, but to change it is beyond me. The universe dislikes it when history is rewritten.

With that in mind, it is a relatively simple task, in comparison, to travel an hour into the past for the express purpose of lying with myself. And it is from here I shall begin.

My arrival to the brief past was, seemingly, expected. I am not an especially large man, but I am, as one would describe, "fit". Slightly muscled, with some features about the shape of my body that some would describe as "curvy". My rear end, specifically. For one, I blame my proficiency at swimming. It's great for your glutes.

I found my other self laying on my chamber bed, bare, and smiling at me. I admit, I, too, broke into a grin at seeing how welcomed I was, as I had hoped. "Well, hello there!"

My other self was most amicable. After all, they were me. I returned the salutation, before taking my spot beside the bed. It was a large thing, soft and covered with fine sheets, wide enough for four people to lay comfortably down with some space to maneuver. My princely position allows me some creature comforts, after all, but it appears that my previous self -and I included- had better things to do than admire the furnishings. As my past self was bare, I beheld my own form from the perspective of an outsider. A finned tail stretched from his... My shapely end, draping at my webbed feet. My front was slightly chiseled, flat, but not at all unpleasant to gaze at, with two upwards markings draping up my neck to my eyes, short fins around my head, much like where hair would be on a mammalian person. My mating tool was a rapidly swelling thing, shaped like a human's, as well as a pair of testes below that were both bloated. I was, quite clearly, ready for my own arrival some time beforehand. The gaze my other gave me was quite clear. There would be little time for talk.

I must admit, I was of a similar mind when my past self sprawled themselves across the bed, splaying out their legs and arms, on all fours, with my own rear end extended toward me, tail raised, as to see what those bubble-shaped cheeks concealed. The entrance was tight, but not too much so- The result of previous dalliances with other men, and my own curiosity to explore myself, as much as I desired to enter others, others entered me. Which I enjoy immensely- Hence my willingness to engage in this practice of... Masturbation? I know not what this would constitute.

In any eventuality, my hands met that same rear end facing me, and I beheld the sight of an ass that was very much ready to be fucked. I was also bare, having traveled back with every pretense as to lay with myself, and found my own manhood to be rock-solid. It was an easy thing, aligning my own shaft with my previous self's entrance, and applying pressure.

We both huffed and moaned out our conjoined delight at the penetration, with myself gradually slipping inside of my own rear end, finding my tool pulsing and leaking inside with my precum, my gonads swollen and heavy with seed, as was my past self's member needy and hard, swaying below them with the same desire to unload their burdens. I must say that I spared no time in spearing myself, feeling those tight, slick, welcoming insides swallow me whole, only for me to offer every bit of my manhood up in an attempt to fully mate with my own rear end. Our moans were delightful, full of carnal lust while I held my past self's tail up, as to watch every moment our bodies intertwined. Our balls collided in the middle with an audible, dampened "slap", given how the natural piscine body always remained somewhat slickened as a result of their aquatic habitation. This made entry into my own ass easy, as I had already been "lubed up". Or that I was almost always perpetually so. Perhaps that would explain my wanton carnality.

Aside, the pace quickened, and I found the slaps and smacks of our coitus incredibly arousing, for my member, of its own accord, to spurt and spew precum inside of myself, with my past self likewise painting their chest and the bed beneath with the same liquid. We rocked together in place, with my past self on hands and knees. I could sense them grip the sheets tighter, groaning their pleasure aloud as my tool bumped and ground along my prostate, but I was relentless in my pursuit of pleasure, and so redoubled my pace as to pummel myself harder, faster, with increased vigor.

This continued for, frankly, I am unsure how long. But eventually, as our slaps and moans reached a crescendo, I felt my past self tighten immensely, arrhythmically, compared to the tightening and loosening of myself's insides from my own heartbeat. I could hear the ecstatic moans and growls of my own self during an induced orgasm, convulsing and bucking a number of times on bodily instinct, as if breeding some unseen woman below. But still, I kept going, entering and exiting, leveraging myself to mate with my own ass as much as I could, watching it jostle and ripple on occasion to my insistent hips. Before long, I too felt the call of release, and soon I hilted my rear end, and felt my member give way to an explosion of ejaculature.

My heated cream was relentless in how it filled out the rear end of myself, grinding and gyrating, ensuring that my mating rod had thoroughly explored every inch of my own rear end- A positively delightful experience that left me shivering and mewling from the pleasure of it all. My own self was staring at me, all grins, over my shoulder during my rather lengthy climax. It was a positively addictive experience- One I would heartily recommend to those capable of my abilities- As much as I'm unsure anyone else able to replicate my attempts even exist.

With our brief copulation finished, for the moment, myself and I and reclined on the bed, laughing at the frank absurdity of the situation we found ourselves in. Our combined manhoods were soaking wet with our own semen, whereas my past self's rear leaked consistently with my cream that did not see fit to stay within. I have to admit, I gave my past's ass a slap, eliciting a groan and a returned slap on my own rear, which produced a similar response in myself. Our lips met, of course, several times, and the inclusion of a hearty amount of tongue was included, our breathing heavy and heated, full of pleasure and lust, groaning and humming with the idle satisfaction of our combined afterglow.

However, I was surprised when my past self quite roughly shoved me so that I fell backwards onto the sheets of the bed. My vision went upwards, but my past self's front entered view once more, kneeling above me, grinning, with their manhood fully hard once again. The request was obvious. Finding myself smiling again, and likewise desiring another round, I happily complied, and assumed the same position my past self did when it was I who "topped". Clearly, it was my past's turn.

The results were drastically similar. I can happily conclude that I had a magnificent time, receiving myself. As revealed earlier, I must admit that my rear end is quite delightful to behold, both from my own view and the view of someone else. Surely my past self thought the same, as I quickly felt a heated, slick member introduce itself to my entrance, and before long, begin to roughly slam into my insides. I couldn't resist shaking and howling with delight at my self's own vigorous pumping, how they grinned while watching themselves take me, within moments clapping his sack against mine, splitting my convulsing insides apart with glee. I knew exactly how they felt only moments prior, but feeling them rub and prod, sometimes jamming against my sensitive prostate was altogether, almost too much stimulation, and my climax neared somewhat early. Before long, my own member was spurting its second ejaculation, with ropes splattering against my own chest and the sheets beneath. However, my past self, now exploring my ass with the entirety of their throbbing, turgid member, was not yet fully satisfied. As sensitive as my body had become in the afterglow, I continued to love the ministrations my body endured, quivering in delight, rocking back, only to feel my hips press into that quaking rear on offer.

The climax of my past self was eerily similar to my own, which was unsurprising, but wholly delightful, feeling those familiarly hot strings of white paint my bowels thoroughly. My past's grip on my rear was intense, and he watched the entire time, grunting and panting, buried inside me up to the hilt, those gonads twitching and churning as they ground against my own. Before much longer, however, my own previously-spent self had halted their orgasm, finally finished at last.

We lay in the bed, panting, but before long, it seemed that we had both come to the same conclusion as the other. To prevent a full temporal paradox where there would be two of myself, my past self would travel into the past to repeat this same process with their past self. And so we waited, idly talking, until the hour came around, at which point we bid each other farewell, and I bid myself good luck. My past self then initiated the spell, and disappeared an hour into the past, as I had an hour before. A paradox prevented and my experiment a success, I chalked this up as a win in my own accords.

And thus I sat down to write. I hope you have enjoyed my recount of my dalliance with my own self, as much as I enjoyed the process and recollection of my experiment.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I must shower.